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.df hd Ver. 03/01/85
USING SCREENWRIGHT
by Paul D. Nadler
FADE IN TO:
1 INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT.
SAM and HILDA seated in front of their computer. SAM holds
the ScreenWright diskette in one hand and a peanut butter
sandwich in the other. In the green glow of the CRT monitor,
their faces look distinctly confused, even nauseated.
MEDIUM-LONG SHOT
HILDA
Okay, we got the thing set up and turned
on. What do we do now?
SAM
(Shrugging)
I dunno. Have dinner?
HILDA
Big help you are.
SAM
Aren't there any instructions?
HILDA
There was one thing ...
2 MEDIUM SHOT
HILDA rummages through the papers on the desk, and finally
extracts the "Welcome to ScreenWright" letter from the pile.
HILDA
Here we are. It says "Dear Hilda and Sam"
-- that's us --
SAM rolls his eyes.
CLOSE UP
HILDA
It goes on: "Thank you for choosing
ScreenWright," et cetera, et cetera. Oh,
here: "Once you have your computer turned
on and running, immediately make a backup
copy of your ScreenWright diskette and
store the original in a safe place."
3 MEDIUM-LONG SHOT
(CONTINUED)
(c) 1984, 1985 Paul D. Nadler
2.
3 CONTINUED:
SAM
(Taking a bite of his
sandwich)
How come?
HILDA
That way, if you mess something up you'll
still have the original, and you won't
have lost anything. So let's make a
backup copy.
MEDIUM-CLOSE SHOT
SAM
(Pulling the diskette
from its protective
sleeve)
That's easy enough.
MEDIUM SHOT
HILDA
(Grabbing the
diskette away from
him)
Hey, you want to get P.B.J. all over it?
Let me make the backup now; then you can
drool on it all you like.
MEDIUM SHOT
SAM
Oh, yeah? And what "safe place" are you
going to put it in?
MEDIUM SHOT
HILDA
(Inserting the
diskette in the
computer)
Someplace where you'll never touch it --
the laundry room.
MEDIUM-LONG SHOT
SAM
Whoa now. That was a low blow, Ms. H.
HILDA
(Opening the computer
manual)
Quiet -- I'm looking up how to make a
disk backup ...
DISSOLVE TO:
(c) 1984, 1985 Paul D. Nadler
3.
4 THE SAME SCENE -- A FEW MINUTES LATER.
HILDA
(Reading)
"After you have made the backup of your
original ScreenWright diskette, put the
new diskette in your computer's main disk
drive."
SAM puts the new diskette in the appropriate disk drive.
SAM
Done.
HILDA
(Still reading)
"Now type SW" -- that must stand for
ScreenWright -- "and press the Return
button."
SAM types SW and presses the return button.
SAM
Listen -- the disk drive is whirring!
HILDA
"The ScreenWright sign-on message now
appears, followed by a request for the
name of the file to be formatted."
SAM
But what do we type?
HILDA
"A sample file called try.me is included
on your ScreenWright diskette."
SAM
(Typing try.me)
Ask a silly question ...
HILDA
"Then you will be asked where the
formatted screenplay is to be sent. The
choices are C for console, P for printer,
or F for file. If your printer is
connected, type P; otherwise type C for
console."
SAM
(Typing)
So I'll type P.
(Pause)
Ooh -- it's whirring again!
(CONTINUED)
(c) 1984, 1985 Paul D. Nadler
4.
4 CONTINUED:
The printer begins to type.
HILDA
It's printing, Sam! It's printing!
CLOSE-UP
SAM
(Taking another bite
of sandwich)
Me, I'm just mentally composing my
acceptance speech for "Best Screenplay."
DISSOLVE TO:
5 DREAM SEQUENCE -- THE ACADEMY AWARD CEREMONY.
The applause is deafening. SAM, dapper in a purple tuxedo,
stands grinning behind the microphone. He holds an Oscar,
with which he waves at the audience.
SAM
(Reading from a
notecard)
I'm speechless, folks. How can I hope to
thank the millions of people who helped
make this award possible? My mother, who
learned me to talk right; my agent, who
pressured me to express myself; my
analyst, who taught me the value of
remaining silent -- all of you deserve
thanks beyond the power of my poor words
to express. And lastly, my dear Hilda,
who taught me to use ScreenWright -- to
you I can only give my heartfelt
gratitude and undying love.
The cheers of the audience burst forth again. SAM begins to
sob with joy. The shot grows hazier and hazier, and
eventually SAM's sobs turn into snores as we
DISSOLVE TO:
6 INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT.
SAM is now asleep in his chair, snoring. His peanut butter
sandwich lies on his chest. HILDA is hunched over the
computer, typing furiously.
SAM
(Awakening with a
start)
Huh? Wha -- what happened?
(CONTINUED)
(c) 1984, 1985 Paul D. Nadler
5.
6 CONTINUED:
HILDA
(Still typing)
Have a nice snooze?
SAM
(Confused)
I dreamt -- I thought --
HILDA
(Still typing)
The same old dream again?
SAM
Yeah. What have you been doing?
HILDA
(Still typing)
Oh, just typing in my screenplay. There
-- all done!
SAM
Say what?
HILDA
My screenplay, silly.
SAM
Your screenplay!
HILDA
It's brilliant. And I'll never have to
retype a draft again. Now all I have to
do is send the Author ten bucks for using
ScreenWright on my screenplay.
SAM
Shattered -- and it's all ScreenWright's
fault!
HILDA
No, don't worry -- I'll thank you when
they give me the Oscar.
SAM
But I ... but you ... but I ...
HILDA
Oh, baby, come here. There's plenty of
room for both of us at this keyboard!
(CONTINUED)
(c) 1984, 1985 Paul D. Nadler
6.
6 CONTINUED (2):
SAM cuddles up to HILDA before the gaily glowing CRT as we
FADE OUT
THE END
(c) 1984, 1985 Paul D. Nadler