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Hehhe, I was going to introduce Cassandra (she who was heard but not believed), but then I have this ballet subplot brewing...then we can have men in tights , that's the money shot, also I'm working on morphing the bicycle into a Chopper (because I want one paid for from The Grant), and the G will morph into a Power Book (same reason), and the leather Courier suit (as above). I might even go all Peter Jackson and try for a house as well, so we will be re-locating the action to a West Coast cliff top.
More is coming, I'm geatating the Gestetner, BTW, I thought the luffly smelly ink was magenta? -
Ah Oedipus, without whom...
To me there are only 5 stories anyway.
1. Him
2. Her
3. Him amd Her apart
4. Death
5. The Devil
Try it out on any film, book, or sitcom... -
I'm so over this script, movie writers the first to get stabbed, in the eye.
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Word R. tis true as I have heard from Hell...
No one can stop
the need
to say
I'm done. -
Leda, monologue to camera:
How long? How can I keep this pretense, how can I hold in my heart what I know to be true. Is this the last time, is this the final cycle of the G. When Sigmund told me his dirty secret I felt trampled upon, and now I must finish the last act with these two goobahs. A strange pretty thing to come to pass in this savage little Southern town masquerading as a European mirror, curse the Fates. Blood may be shed this night but if the last act I do in this life is a meth soaked rag of freedom wrapping chips, I'll make sure Deborah gets the divine sign to return to the ring... -
But you can't damage the G and then have it lurch into life and P1 wouldn't talk like that to the Cyclist, Jebus, what the hell are you trying to do with my film and as for Timmy, this is noythe Famous Five and we don't need a homunculus in this film, a psychopomp yes, a Harlequin, I was just getting to that. And Leda is not a real courier.
Look I'm too upset to work right now, Charlotte D is on TV anyway, hmmmm. -
It used to publish poetry.
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Look, you introduced the female protagonist too soon, back to the original script, hurrumph, I could have been F Scott Fitz given half a break...
As the storm outside reaches it's nadir, the G cyclostyles on, there is a rap on the door.
P1: Hell, the Cyclist is here.
P2: Yeah, I guess it's over now.
P1: She'll be wanting that (points to G)
P2: We had a good run, how shall we play this?
P1: Who cares, what She wants She gets.
P2: It wasn't always that way.
P1: Fu*&^% your sentimentality, I'm leaving.
P2: What, you can't, this is the last time!
The door opens and a 6foot Wookie, whoops, and in steps Leda in bicycle courier clothing, wet and panting from the storm, she is over 6 feet tall and her helmet covers her face, a little walki-talki bleeps on and off, someone is trying to contact her.
Leda: Cook me some of those f&**(% potatoes. (The G stops whirring, all is silence). -
Perhaps...
Inside Man shouts: THERE ARE NO GEARS! -
Hell yeah, I'm seriously obsessed with The Script now man...