Mable: Well, here we are… Neo, before we go in and you meet them, there is something you should know about my family… Neo: Nothing would surprise me anymore, or any more (than I’ve been surprised before). What, your family doesn’t know that we’re “together”? They don’t know that I’m of an ethnic, gender, or [...]
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College. Senior year. November, the week before Thanksgiving vacation. Friday. I’m going to pop the question Sunday night at dinner, at Chico’s Restaurant. I’ve got the ring. It’s going to be a surprise. Friday afternoon my girlfriend tells me that an old friend is going to stop by the campus. She’d like to spend Friday [...]
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SCENE FROM MY SCREENPLAY-IN-PROGRESS, “THE DEATH OF AMY LAMB” [A foggy night in London. Carriages clatter past. A large Edwardian house in affluent Hedgerow. A brass plate beside the door reads "Sir R. A. Wolfe." A cloaked figure hammers the door-knocker, which is shaped like a ram's head with huge curling horns. BAM! BAM! BAM! [...]
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JOURNEY INTO THE CAVE Scene 1 [Fixture, Iowa] [Brad and Alvin, in their twenties, buddies from birth. Brad, the wild one, disappeared a year ago; now, he's back. Alvin, the quiet one, married with kids, works at the Toaster Paper Company. "Paper you can wipe with."] [Alvin's threadbare apartment in his grandparent's basement. Alvin's parents [...]
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