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by Anita Louis (anita_louis2000@yahoo.com)
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Genre: Comedy
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An angry young woman at the end of her rope gets an e-mail from God. Then all hell breaks loose.
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DIVINE INTERVENTION
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INT. SAMANTHA'S STUDIO APARTMENT - DAY |
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A small space, far from luxurious, but vibrant, filled with
beautiful things.
In the background, a sewing machine hums. |
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A bed that has been slept in. |
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In one corner stands a table with a sewing machine, sewing
equipment and a dress form. |
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At the sewing machine, SAMANTHA WILSON, late 20s, sits
sewing. She is still in her nightclothes. |
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She removes the garment from the machine and holds it up. It
is a jacket, beautifully made. |
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She drapes it over the dress form, and looks over it with a
critical eye. |
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It is complete except for the hem, which is held together
with straight pins. |
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The sharp tone of a cell phone pierces the air. |
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She absently looks at the text she has received. |
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The message is from MISS PRESCOTT. |
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ON HER CELLPHONE SCREEN: |
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"Where are you? Clients arrive in 20." |
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She looks over at her clock. 8.10 a.m. |
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She grabs the phone and texts back:
"I'm on my way." |
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She flies around the room. Tries to get organized, get
dressed. |
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Pulls clothes out from the closet. |
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Compares two skirts. Chooses one. |
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2.
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SAMANTHA
I hate this job ... |
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Her cell phone rings again, this time with the ring tone she
has set for her mother: |
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CELL PHONE RING: |
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"It's your mother! Pick up, darling! I know you're there!" |
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CELL PHONE RING: |
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"It's no use! I know where you live!" |
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Samantha reaches over and hits the "ignore" button. |
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There is a sharp knock at the door. |
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And another. |
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Samantha runs over and yanks the door open. Her mother
stands there. |
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MOTHER
(cheerfully)
I really do know where you live,
you know. |
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SAMANTHA
Mother, I'm late for work. |
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SAMANTHA
If you know what time it is,
Mother, why are you here? |
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Samantha's mother breezes past her into the apartment. |
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MOTHER
You know, of all my kids, I pray
for you the most. |
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MOTHER
I say, "Please, Lord, help my poor
Samantha". |
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3.
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SAMANTHA
Well, then you must know that He
never answers. |
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MOTHER
Now, don't you say that! He
answers you before you even ask,
you know that? |
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Samantha begins to get dressed. |
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SAMANTHA
Oh, yeah? Would it kill Him to
let me know what He decides? |
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MOTHER
Now, where would the surprise be
in that? |
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SAMANTHA
I don't like surprises. He should
know that. Being God and all. |
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MOTHER
Oh, stop. Now have you finished-- |
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Mother catches sight of the jacket. |
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MOTHER
Oh, dear mother of God! |
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She walks to the dress form, captivated by the jacket. |
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MOTHER
It's absolutely ... divine! |
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SAMANTHA
It's a jacket, Mother, not the
baby Jesus. |
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Samantha's mother smacks her reprovingly. |
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MOTHER
Be that as it may. It's divine! |
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Samantha grabs her mother by the arm and herds her to the
door. |
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MOTHER
I want to see you in it! |
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4.
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SAMANTHA
Yes, yes. Love you bye. |
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She pushes her mother out the door. |
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Samantha closes the door in her mother's face. |
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She is dressed except for a jacket. She pulls one off a
hanger in the closet. She is about to put it on when she
notices a stain on it. |
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She catches sight of the jacket on the dress form. |
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SAMANTHA
Ok, God - let's see if my Mom is
right. How about a little help
here? |
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She pulls the jacket off the dress form. |
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SAMANTHA
So far you've been making a liar
out of her. Just so you know. |
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With swift, practiced fingers, she pulls out the pins from
the hem and tapes it down with fabric tape. |
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She puts the jacket on and looks at herself in the full
length mirror beside the dress form. She looks stunning. |
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She grabs her keys, and heads out the door. |
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INT. SAMANTHA'S CAR - DAY |
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Samantha comes up to roadwork and traffic is stalled. |
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She hits the steering wheel in frustration. |
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SAMANTHA
Samantha 1. Mom 0. |
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She sighs, peels out of the line of cars, and makes a
u-turn. |
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SAMANTHA
Deep breath. It'll be ok. It'll
be ok. |
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INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY |
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Samantha, MR. WOODSBURROW, 70s, the client, frail and aided
by a cane, and his assistant, EDNA, late 40s, mousy and
meek, stand at the end of the conference table. Files are
scattered on it. |
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Mr. Woodsburrow punctuates his points with sharp blows of
his cane on the floor. |
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MR. WOODSBURROW
Rubbish! Hooey! Absolute drivel!
I wait for twenty minutes for
this...this-- |
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SAMANTHA
Mr. Woodsburrow-- |
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MR. WOODSBURROW
My father did business with this
company. My grandfather! |
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SAMANTHA
Mr. Woodsburrow, please, I can-- |
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MR. WOODSBURROW
We're done here. Let's go, Edna. |
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Mr. Woodsburrow limps to the door, but Edna slowly moves
over to Samantha. |
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EDNA
(whispering)
That's a beautiful jacket. Where'd
you get it? |
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Edna, chastised, walks to the door. |
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MR. WOODSBURROW
(to Samantha)
Miss Prescott will hear of this,
make no mistake! |
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INT. SAMANTHA'S CUBICLE - LATER |
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A file slams onto a desk. Samantha is at her desk. HARRY
WADE appears beside Samantha. |
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Samantha glares at him. |
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Harry looks at her compassionately. |
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SAMANTHA
He wouldn't even listen to what I
had to say, Harry! |
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HARRY
Well, you did keep him waiting. |
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Samantha glares at him. |
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Her glare intensifies, and Harry's look softens. |
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HARRY
You look terrible -- I mean you
look terrific, but -- what
happened? |
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SAMANTHA
Shit happened, that's what, Harry.
Shit! What always happens to me! |
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HARRY
Samantha, you've been like this
for weeks. What's going on? |
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SAMANTHA
I've been like this my whole damn
life, Harry, but thank you for
asking. |
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Harry looks at her for a moment. |
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HARRY
Hey, I have a joke-- |
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SAMANTHA
(sharply)
Not now! |
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HARRY
For God's sake, Samantha, I was
just trying to help! |
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Samantha turns on him. |
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SAMANTHA
Don't you bring him into this! |
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SAMANTHA
Don't you bring God into this. |
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HARRY
What are you talking about? |
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SAMANTHA
You know what he's doing? |
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SAMANTHA
God! Aren't you listening to me? |
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Harry stares at her, flummoxed. |
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SAMANTHA
Nothing! He does nothing! |
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Samantha is now out of her cubicle and closing in on Harry,
who is backing away, looking startled. |
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SAMANTHA
I bet he knows every damn thing
that's going on. |
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HARRY
You're not having a nervous
breakdown, are you? |
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SAMANTHA
He's got it all up here. |
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Samantha taps her head. Harry continues to back away as she
advances on him. |
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SAMANTHA
He probably has all kinds of
wisdom as to what I should do to
get out of this crap. But does he
let me in on any of it? |
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HARRY
Yes. You're having a nervous
breakdown. |
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Samantha brings her hand down loudly on a desk. |
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Harry looks around in embarrassment. |
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HARRY
I think you need some time off.
Maybe you better ... |
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SAMANTHA
(overlapping)
I have this stupid, dead-end job
that I hate. Hate! |
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HARRY
... take the day off. |
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SAMANTHA
But I don't know what else to do! |
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SAMANTHA
I don't know what to do! About
anything! Do you? |
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Harry takes a breath to say something, but Samantha cuts him
off. |
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SAMANTHA
But I know who knows what to do! |
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SAMANTHA
Oh, yeah, I do. You know who? |
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Harry shakes his head uncertainly. |
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Samantha speaks so loudly she startles Harry. |
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SAMANTHA
God! He knows what to do about
everything! But is he giving out?
Oooh, nooo. |
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HARRY
You haven't been drinking, have
you? |
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SAMANTHA
It's some kind of biiiig,
hush-hush secret. |
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HARRY
Let me smell your breath. |
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Harry moves toward Samantha to smell her breath. |
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Samantha whips her phone out of her pocket and thrusts it at
Harry's face, wiggling it. Harry jumps back. |
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SAMANTHA
You can find me on the internet
... |
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All the time, she is advancing on him. |
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SAMANTHA
I have three ... |
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Samantha thrusts three fingers under Harry's nose. |
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SAMANTHA
... three email addresses ... |
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SAMANTHA
Does he think to use any of them? |
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HARRY
What are you talking about? |
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Samantha bangs a nearby desk so hard its occupant jumps.
Several people look over their cubicles. |
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SAMANTHA
God! What do you think I've been
talking about? |
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SAMANTHA
He could email me ... |
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SAMANTHA
... send me a text message. |
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HARRY
You need to calm down. |
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SAMANTHA
He could friend me! |
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HARRY
Samantha, I am this close to
calling in professional help. |
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SAMANTHA
I mean, you'd think he could do
that, right? After all, he's God! |
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SAMANTHA
Once ... just once ... it would be
nice to hear from him, know what
I'm saying? |
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SAMANTHA
Get his take on things, you know? |
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HARRY
Samantha, calm down! |
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SAMANTHA
(Yelling)
I am calm, dammit! |
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The entire office goes quiet, and many more heads pop up
above cubicles. |
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DERRICK comes up to Samantha and Harry. He looks from one
to the other. |
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DERRICK
Hey, Sam. What's going on? How
did the presentation go this
morning? |
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SAMANTHA
(still fuming)
Fine! |
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DERRICK
Good, good. Good to hear that.
Nice jacket. |
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He slaps her on the shoulder and is gone before she can
respond. |
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SAMANTHA
(Calling loudly
after him.)
It's Samantha, actually. |
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Derrick keeps walking without looking back. |
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HARRY
He just made VP, you know. |
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They both look after him. |
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Harry looks back at Samantha. |
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HARRY
I'm right across there. If you
need me. |
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He turns and leaves for his cubicle. Samantha goes to her
desk and sits down. |
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An email message alert sounds on her computer. |
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ON THE MONITOR
An email alert appears:
"You have a new email from Lucy Prescott." |
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Samantha clicks on the window. |
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ON THE MONITOR |
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Miss Prescott's email message appears: |
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"I'll be back at the office in a few minutes. I want a full
update on how the presentation went." |
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Samantha sighs deeply, and just as she is about to reply,
another email alert pops up. Her eyes go to it
automatically, but then she does a double take. |
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ON THE MONITOR |
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An email alert appears: |
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"You have a new email from God." |
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Samantha clicks on the window and looks at the message. |
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SAMANTHA
(reading)
"Chill. What's the worst that
could happen? Love, God. P.S.
Sorry I took so long to write." |
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Samantha stares at the message for a moment, and then
snatches up her phone, and punches two numbers. A phone
rings across the room, then gets picked up. |
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INTERCUT - TELEPHONE CONVERSATION |
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SAMANTHA
What are you trying to do, Harry? |
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HARRY
What are you talking about? |
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SAMANTHA
I don't know how you did it, but
it's not funny. |
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HARRY
I didn't do anything! |
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SAMANTHA
I just got an email. |
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HARRY
An email. You called me to tell
me-- |
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SAMANTHA
I just got an email from God. |
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SAMANTHA
From God! I just got an email
from God! |
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HARRY
You mean the real-- |
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SAMANTHA
The one true, yes! |
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SAMANTHA
God, dammit! Now you tell me
that's normal! |
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SAMANTHA
You're the only person I know who
would pull something like this. |
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SAMANTHA
(incredulously)
What? |
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SAMANTHA
It says "chill"! |
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SAMANTHA
Chill! I'm looking at it right
now! |
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HARRY
I've never known God to talk like
that! |
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SAMANTHA
I've never known God to talk at
all! Never mind send emails! |
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HARRY
I'll come over and have a look at
it. |
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Another email alert sounds, and Samantha looks over at her
computer. |
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SAMANTHA
Wait, wait, wait. Here's another
one. |
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HARRY
I'll be right there. |
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Harry rushes over to Samantha's desk. |
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SAMANTHA
He just friended me. |
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HARRY
Damn! Go to His profile! |
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Samantha goes to God's profile. |
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ON THE MONITOR |
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God's profile picture is of clouds with a ray of light
shining through them. |
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HARRY
(Reading)
God. Creator of the Universe. |
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SAMANTHA
He's got 7 billion friends. |
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HARRY
Check out his status! |
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SAMANTHA
(reading)
"Had a spare moment this morning,
so invented a new law of physics." |
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Samantha stares at her computer screen with a blank look on
her face. |
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SAMANTHA
This is ridiculous. I mean, how
does anyone do this? |
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She looks at Harry with a serious expression. |
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SAMANTHA
You promise it's not you playing a
trick on me? |
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Harry looks back at her sincerely. |
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Another email alert. They both look at the computer. |
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ON THE MONITOR |
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An email message appears:
"You have a new message from God." |
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Samantha opens the message. |
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SAMANTHA
(Reading)
Psalm 46:10. |
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Harry has already taken out his phone and is looking up the
reference. |
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SAMANTHA
What does it say? |
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HARRY
(Reading)
"Be still and know that I am God." |
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Samantha turns very quiet. |
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SAMANTHA
Be still -- Chill. |
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SAMANTHA
That's what He said ... "chill". |
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HARRY
Now wait a minute ... you don't
think that it is-- |
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SAMANTHA
I don't know what I think. |
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The phone on Samantha's desk rings, startling them both.
They look at the phone, and then at each other. |
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Harry nods gravely at Samantha. |
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Samantha picks up the phone. |
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Her expression quickly turns to one of exasperation. |
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MISS PRESCOTT (O.S.)
Miss Wilson! |
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MISS PRESCOTT stands over Samantha and Harry. She is an
elegant woman in her late sixties. It is obvious that at
this moment, she is highly displeased. |
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HARRY
(overlapping)
Miss Prescott. |
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SAMANTHA
(into the phone)
Mother, I'll call you back. |
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She hangs up. |
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MISS PRESCOTT
Miss Wilson. I heard about your
... presentation this morning. |
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SAMANTHA
Yes, Miss Prescott. |
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Miss Prescott's frigid gaze traverses towards Harry. |
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MISS PRESCOTT
Do you not have something to do,
Mr. Wade? |
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Harry exchanges a look with Samantha, then leaves. |
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MISS PRESCOTT
Miss Wilson, there is no excuse
for your performance this morning. |
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SAMANTHA
Miss Prescott, I can-- |
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MISS PRESCOTT
Inexcusable. Did I not make
myself clear? |
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MISS PRESCOTT
You are hereby relieved of your
duties. You may pack your things
and leave. |
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MISS PRESCOTT
You are fired, Miss Wilson! |
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MISS PRESCOTT
Miss Wilson, don't think I haven't
thought about this. I have. Long
and hard. I believe I'm doing you
a favor. |
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She is about to leave, and turns back on an afterthought. |
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MISS PRESCOTT
By the way, that is a rather
lovely jacket you have on. |
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Miss Prescott leaves Samantha looking after her in abject
dejection. |
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EXT. SAMANTHA'S EX-OFFICE BUILDING - DAY |
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Samantha drops a box on the passenger seat of her car.
Throws her jacket over the box. Slams the door. Rather
harder than necessary. |
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She turns. |
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She walks over to the driver's side. |
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She looks up at Harry. Angry. Closed. |
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HARRY
I know you think all of that was a
prank. The emails and all. |
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She waits. Lips tight. |
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HARRY
But I saw ... I think ... there
was ... He was right, wasn't he? I
mean, whoever it was? |
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SAMANTHA
You're not the one out of a job. |
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Harry looks at her, pained. |
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SAMANTHA
You're not the one standing here
wondering what the hell you're
going to do next. Are you? |
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Samantha glares at him. |
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HARRY
... that's the surprise isn't it? |
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She flings open the car door. |
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HARRY
I mean ... now you get to do
anything you want. |
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Samantha looks off into the distance for a moment. |
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SAMANTHA
You're right, Harry. |
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She looks back at him, her face grim. |
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SAMANTHA
It was all a prank. |
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She gets in. Slams the door and screeches off. |
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INT. SAMANTHA'S CAR - LATER |
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Screech to a halt. Same roadwork. |
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A member of the road crew looks through the passenger
window. His name tag reads "CHUCK". |
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CHUCK
You can't go any further, ma'am. |
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Samantha slowly turns to look at him. |
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CHUCK
This road is blocked to you. |
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SAMANTHA
You. Are the reason I lost my job
today. |
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CHUCK
You will have to find another way. |
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SAMANTHA
This roadwork ... I ... had enough
time ... and then this ...
roadwork! |
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She hits the steering wheel. Hard. |
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SAMANTHA
And now I've lost ... |
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BANG! |
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SAMANTHA
... this stupid ... |
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BANG! |
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SAMANTHA
... dead-end ... |
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BANG! |
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SAMANTHA
... underpaid ... |
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BANG! |
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SAMANTHA
... fucking job! |
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She stares at Chuck. Angry tears well up. |
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SAMANTHA
I needed this job. |
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EXT. SAMANTHA'S CAR - CONTINUOUS |
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Chuck looks up above Samantha's car. |
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Another car. Traveling fast. Heading for Samantha's. |
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CHUCK
There is still time. |
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EXT. THE OTHER CAR - CONTINUOUS |
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A couple. A heated argument. The driver enraged,
oblivious. |
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INT. SAMANTHA'S CAR - CONTINUOUS |
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SAMANTHA
I don't know what else to do. |
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She looks at Chuck. Tears on her face. |
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SAMANTHA
I mean, what the hell do I do now? |
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Chuck looks at her. |
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SAMANTHA
What happens now? |
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22.
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Chuck looks past her through her window at the oncoming car.
Then back at her. |
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CHUCK
Now comes the surprise, Samantha. |
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In that moment she looks at him in confusion, and then-- |
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EXT. SAMANTHA'S CAR - CONTINUOUS |
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In one fluid motion, Chuck stands and leaps backwards.
The oncoming car smashes into Samantha's. |
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INT. STARK WHITE EMPTY ROOM - LATER |
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Samantha opens her eyes and blinks against brightness. She
is lying on a table. |
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She slowly gets up. Everything is deathly quiet. |
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She ventures forward into the room. |
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CHUCK (O.S.)
So. You chose this. |
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Samantha turns when she hears the voice to one side of her. |
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Chuck stands there. Samantha gapes at him in utter
incomprehension. |
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DOCTOR (O.S.)
(shouting)
We're losing her! |
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Samantha whirls back toward the table. But where there was
just the table she was lying on, now there is-- |
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INT. OPERATING ROOM - CONTINUOUS |
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--an operating room, and she sees an entire medical staff
working in a frenzy over a body on the table. |
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Voices are raised in urgency, and a heart monitor is
bleeping with ever decreasing regularity. |
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Samantha watches as a pair are handed to him. |
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The violent punch of the equipment sends a jolt through the
body on the table. |
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There is no change in the bleep of the monitor. |
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The doctor moves slightly, and in that tenth of a moment,
Samantha sees the person lying on the table. It is her. |
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The sound of the paddles discharging reverberates around the
room like a shot. |
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The heart monitor bleeps once more, then falls into the
abyss of a flatline. |
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Tears well up in her eyes. |
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CHUCK
There was no other way. |
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She tears her eyes away from the body on the table. |
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SAMANTHA
What are you talking about? |
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CHUCK
That was the only way. |
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Samantha looks back toward the table. |
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24.
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CHUCK
So you could hear me. |
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She turns to look back at Chuck. |
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She spins to look back at the table-- |
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INT. STARK WHITE ROOM - CONTINUOUS |
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There's nothing there. No medical team. No equipment. No
body. She spins back to face Chuck. |
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CHUCK
You said you wanted me to talk to
you ... |
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SAMANTHA
What is this place? |
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CHUCK
... so here I am .... |
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CHUCK
... talking to you. |
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Chuck leans in, close to her. Looks straight and deep into
her eyes. |
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His words are firm but gentle. |
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CHUCK
Don't you know, Samantha? |
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Samantha steps back, afraid. |
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25.
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She takes another step back. |
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SAMANTHA
... you can't be ... |
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CHUCK
Who else would I be, Samantha? |
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He relentlessly holds her eyes with his. |
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CHUCK
I've been here, close to you, all
the time ... always talking with
you. |
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CHUCK
There has never been a time that
you've been alone. |
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Samantha opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. |
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CHUCK
You are never alone. |
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In a sudden yet gentle gesture, Chuck grabs both Samantha's
hands. |
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CHUCK
Know that, Samantha. |
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The moment his hands touch hers, Samantha's eyes open wide
in a jolt of recognition. |
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CHUCK
Now go do something extraordinary. |
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CHUCK
Go do something you love! |
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26.
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Chuck makes a dismissive gesture, but his eyes hold a
mischievous humor. |
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CHUCK
... that might have been a little
... premature. |
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BLEEP! Samantha spins around at the sound of the heart
monitor. |
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INT. OPERATING ROOM - CONTINUOUS |
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BLEEP! |
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The doctor stops mid-stride on his way out of the room and
returns to the operating table at a run. |
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DOCTOR
Defibrillator! Quick! |
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Chuck turns to leave. |
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SAMANTHA
(to Chuck, alarmed)
Where are you going? |
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CHUCK
You have to go now. |
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SAMANTHA
But ... what will I do? |
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CHUCK
You'll know, Samantha. |
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Chuck turns to leave. |
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SAMANTHA
Wait! Don't leave-- |
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The loud thump of the paddles discharging. |
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INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS |
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Samantha's eyes fly open and she sits up abruptly in bed. |
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Samantha's MOTHER hurries across the room to her, and gently
takes hold of her hand. |
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MOTHER
Baby, baby. I'm here. I'm here. |
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Samantha looks at her mother, disoriented. |
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MOTHER
(voice catching)
I'm right here, sweetie. I won't
leave you. |
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Samantha throws her arms around her mother. Her eyes fill
with tears. |
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Samantha's mother holds her for a time, and when Samantha
releases her, gently eases her back onto the pillow. |
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MOTHER
(voice catching)
The doctors said you were gone -- |
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She struggles to control her emotions. |
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MOTHER
I thought I'd -- you've been
asleep for three days. You took
quite a crack to your head! |
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Samantha smiles through tears. |
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SAMANTHA
I guess that was lucky, huh? I
might have died otherwise. |
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They both laugh. And cry. |
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SAMANTHA
Mum -- when I spoke to you last -- |
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Her mother begins to shake her head. |
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28.
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SAMANTHA
I was horrid to you. |
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MOTHER
(overlapping)
Shhh. |
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Samantha catches sight of something behind her mother. |
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Her mother follows her gaze. |
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It is Samantha's jacket, on the dress form. |
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MOTHER
I thought you would like to see
that when you woke up. |
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She looks at Samantha seriously. |
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MOTHER
I never understood what you were
doing in that job. But this ... |
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She indicates the jacket. |
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MOTHER
... this is just ...
extraordinary. |
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At her mother's words, Samantha's eyes flick from the jacket
to her mother. |
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MOTHER
I can see the love that went into
it, Samantha. |
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Samantha is unable to take her eyes from her mother's. |
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Samantha and her mother look to the door. Harry is standing
there. |
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MOTHER
He's been here every single day. |
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29.
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She looks between Harry and Samantha, who are still looking
at each other. |
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MOTHER
I think I'd like a cup of coffee.
It's been a long three days. |
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She leaves the room. |
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Harry comes in and sits on the side of Samantha's bed. |
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SAMANTHA
I was so mean to you. |
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Harry shakes his head in dismissal. |
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HARRY
I'm just glad you're back. |
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He takes her hand. Samantha returns the squeeze. They
remain holding hands, and sit quietly for a minute. |
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HARRY
When this is over, Samantha ... I
mean ... when you're feeling
better ... |
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He hesitates awkwardly. |
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HARRY
Would you like to ... I mean,
could we-- |
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Harry relaxes, and smiles. |
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HARRY
Hey, I bought a new phone. I
wanted to show it to you ... |
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He takes out his phone. |
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30.
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Samantha groans. |
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HARRY
Does God have a cell phone? |
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SAMANTHA
Harry, I already died this week
and now you're killing me. |
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HARRY
No, he doesn't. And he also gave
away his tablets. Get it? Moses
... tablets. |
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SAMANTHA
I'm asking God for patience right
now. |
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SAMANTHA
No. If He gave me strength I'd
kill you. |
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HARRY
So ... What do you think you will
do now? |
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She looks at the jacket for a long moment. |
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SAMANTHA
I think ... I'll do something I
love for a change. Something ... |
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MONTAGE - SAMANTHA'S FUTURE CAREER |
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-- She sketches drawings of models and clothes. |
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-- She is measuring, pinning and tacking, looking to see how
a garment looks on a dress dummy. |
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SAMANTHA (V.O.)
... extraordinary. |
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-- A model is walking down a catwalk, wearing Samantha's
creation. |
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31.
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HARRY (V.O.)
Think God will text me on this
phone? |
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INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY - PRESENT DAY |
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Samantha catches sight of "Chuck" at the door. He smiles at
her and winks. |
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SAMANTHA
Well ... I've known Him to email. |
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Samantha is smiling, and her eyes wander off to contemplate
the jacket. |
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Unseen, in the background, "Chuck" smiles and walks away. |
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THE END |
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From Siobhan Tebbs |
Date 9/1/2013 |
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I don't believe in God but I thought this was a neat little story with a great message, and I could see it working well on screen. |
From Glenn Griffiths |
Date 8/27/2013 |
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Overall a good short. Nice to see someone writing God as a positive as there is so many people who write the negative and can be quite incorrect and hateful.
I would ask that you go back as you have made a very big beginners error. When you have actions like (hesitating) (smiling).
Remove all of those which are NOT needed, and instead let your dialogue and actions show this instead. |
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