It's a fine life, Mr. Paris.
December 05, 2002
In August, I mentioned that I was starting a new screenplay called A Queer Sort of Paladin. Well, four months later, right now, this very moment, I just completed the fucker. Geez. It's where most of my energy has been and why my postings have been rather light.
So, in keeping with grand symmetry, I bring you now the -last page- of said screenplay (renamed "Paris") for your reading pleasure.
For me, after some sleep, the fun part begins.
Rewriting.
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INT. PIERCE ESTATE
QUINN (V.O.) (cont'd)
Like I said before, it's a fine
life I have.
A SERIES OF IMAGES...
Quinn walks down the MAIN HALL.
Pierce opens the drawer.
Quinn walks past the KITCHEN and out the door.
Pierce reaches out to open the envelope.
QUINN (V.O.) (cont'd)
Full of fun people.
Quinn walks down the FRONT STEPS.
Pierce unzips the ENVELOPE.
Quinn puts on his helmet.
QUINN (V.O.) (cont'd)
Interesting places.
Pierce pulls out a folded piece of paper. He opens it:
21 Redfern Lane
Valencia, CA
He notices the back of the piece of paper has WRITING on it
also.
Quinn kick-starts his motorcycle.
QUINN (V.O.) (cont'd)
Grand events.
Flipping over the paper:
YOU FORGOT TO ASK ABOUT THE BRIEFCASE
Pierce SEES the briefcase hidden behind the chair Quinn sat
in.
The envelope falls... a "sparkler" tumbles onto his desktop.
A light on the face of it turns RED.
EXT. PIERCE ESTATE -- PALOS VERDES
There is a swift and sudden EXPLOSION, as the back of the
MANSION is obliterated.
QUINN (V.O.)
All goes with the job.
EXT. SANTA MONICA BLVD. MISSION
COATED IN NEW PAINT, with the doors repaired and windows new,
Skyler pulls open the FRONT DOOR. A plaque reads "SKYLER
DEMBROSE PIERCE the FIRST, MEMORIAL SHELTER." A line of the
homeless, dispossessed and thrown-away hanker to get inside.
Latonasha, bright-eyed and eager, bounces through the door.
Sky pats her on the shoulder and looks ACROSS THE STREET. For
a moment he can just make out Quinn. A RAGGEDY MAN passes in
front and obscures his view.
Looking out again, the street corner is empty.
QUINN (V.O.)
Yup, it's a fine, fine life.
In the distance, the Hayabusa growls.
FADE TO BLACK.
Posted by Jody at December 5, 2002 12:51 AM