Tài liệu Writing the short film 3th - Part 37 docx

STEPHANIE I’m sorry, Marty, I don’t think this is gonna work.. Marty looks around: now, everyone is crying.. MARTY Grandma Friedman was a remarkable woman.. Marty squeezes his face up, h

She opens it carefully It’s full of perfectly displayed

baseball cards

STEPHANIE (disappointed)

Oh, Baseball Cards

MARTY Please be careful with those I’ve been collecting these since I was a kid

Marty takes the album from her lap, and places it on

his He starts flipping through it She gets up and

gathers her things

STEPHANIE I’m sorry, Marty, I don’t think this is gonna work

MARTY What? But, but, you just got here

STEPHANIE

I know, Marty, I tried, I really did I’m just not attracted to you

She starts to leave The phone rings

MARTY Wait Just let me get this quickly, don’t go anywhere

(answers the phone) Hello?

Stephanie rolls her eyes and waits impatiently

MARTY (CONT.) (short)

Hi, Mom, this isn’t a good time What? Well, is she okay? uh huh Yeah, of course Okay Gotta go, gotta go, bye

Marty hangs up the phone Stephanie just looks him, as

if to say “Well?”

MARTY (CONT.) (quickly)

My grandmother had a heart attack She’s dead

(back to the matter at hand) But, please don’t go

There is a moment of silence

Then Stephanie’s face melts into a sympathetic puddle

She hugs Marty close to her

STEPHANIE

Oh, poor, baby

MARTY (a little baffled)

They want me to deliver a eulogy She hugs him even closer Her boobs press up against him

STEPHANIE

Oh, how terrible don’t worry it’ll be okay

She pulls herself away for a moment to look at him face

to face He looks confused After seeing his lack of emotion, so does she

STEPHANIE You must be in shock I’m going to go Give you some privacy

MARTY But, I still need you

STEPHANIE

Oh, you poor thing I’ll be back for the memorial service And then I won’t leave until you feel all better

She gives him one big, sloppy kiss

She gets up and leaves

Marty doesn’t know what hit him.

MARTY (to himself)

Until I feel better?

INT FUNERAL HOME DAY

A service is in progress Marty, wearing jeans, t-shirt

and baseball cap, walks in and sits in the back He pulls out a note pad and pen The organ finishes a somber

song and MIDDLE-AGED MAN leaves his seat next to a HOT WOMAN and goes up to the podium

MIDDLE-AGED MAN (composed)

David was my brother, my business partner, my closest friend

Marty jots some notes An OLD WOMAN quietly sobs, but the rest of the mourners, including the Hot Woman,

seem less than enthralled

MIDDLE-AGED MAN

To those who knew him, he was a wonderful man

To his family, he was loving, caring And to those who shared his dreams, he was a truly remarkable man David, you taught me so much—

1 loved my brother And suddenly, the MIDDLE-AGED MAN loses it and goes

a big blubbery one He can’t speak he’s crying so hard Marty looks around: now, everyone is crying

And crying the hardest is the HOT WOMAN, who gets up

to hold the MIDDLE-AGED MAN

Marty chuckles and shakes his head He’s figured it out

He makes a note: TEARS=LOVIN’

INT STUDIO DAY

Marty, looking into a mirror, tries to deliver his eulogy:

MARTY Grandma Friedman was a remarkable woman She was a loving, caring

Marty squeezes his face up, hard, trying to make a crying face

But no tears come He tries again:

MARTY (CONT.) Grandma Friedman was an amazing woman

He gives a big GRUNT and squeezes No tears

He goes to a DRAWER, pulls out a small, dusty photo album He removes a picture of GRANDMA FRIEDMAN, just about the fattest old lady there ever was He tries again:

MARTY (CONT.) Grandma Friedman Oh, my grannie She

He looks long and hard at the picture

MARTY (CONT.) needed to lose some weight Christ, no wonder the cow had a heart attack

Marty stops for a second He feels underneath his eyes, looks hopeful And finds no tears Nuts

STUDIO LATER Marty, ball of tissue in one nostril, turns on the TV

He plops down on the couch, with remote poised in hand

T.V (O.S.) Welcome back to our Sunday Movie: Tears on the Wings of Sorrow

He turns up the volume

SAME LATER

Defeated and bored, Marty’s in the same general

position He’s in total disbelief

He puts two fingers to his wrist, and reads his watch,

checking his pulse It appears he’s not dead

He closes his eyes, falls sideways on the couch Beat

He lies there eyes closed They slowly open and blankly look ahead He’s facing the coffee table His blank stare slowly changes to recognition, then excitement He

bolts up

Directly in front of him on the coffee table is the

ALBUM OF BASEBALL CARDS

He pauses A look of trepidation crosses his face, but he picks up the album anyway

FUNERAL HOME DAY

Everyone is gathered around, dressed in head to toe

black The horrible picture of Grandma Friedman is

present Stephanie looks especially mournful

Marty rises and begins to speak

MARTY Grandma Friedman was a truly remarkable woman She taught me so very much His hands are busy under the podium

MARTY (CONT.) she was always there for me And she made the best macaroons

Marty starts to cry So do all the onlookers Stephanie is bawling

Marty is fiddling with something under the podium

MARTY (CONT.) (really crying now)

and she loved to eat

He looks down, cringes and wails The faint sound of

RIPPING UNCLE LOUIE is crying He hears the ripping Cocks his head Goes back to crying

MARTY (CONT.) when she’d hug you with those big arms and her smell god, her smell!

In the podium lies RIPPED UP BASEBALL CARDS Marty looks down to the Roger Maris rookie card in his hands

He rips, hard

Marty can’t even go on with his eulogy He’s crying too hard

Stephanie runs up to him He pushes the cards deep into the shadows under the podium

STEPHANIE

Oh, my poor baby She grabs him and holds him, hard He glances over her shoulder and sees a piece of a Mickey Mantle card lying

on the floor He breaks down further

INT FUNERAL HOME LATER Marty and Stephanie sit close on a couch She’s feeding him grapes off of a paper plate He looks spent

Uncle Louie approaches, with bagel and lox in hand

UNCLE LOUIE That was some beautiful speech Marty You were really close to her, weren’t ya?

MARTY

It meant a whole lot to me

Marty puts his head in his hands

Stephanie pulls him into her arms Uncle Louie leaves the two alone Marty willingly enters her embrace, putting his head on her shoulder His face shows no sign

of tears or sorrow

STEPHANIE It’s ok, let it out She’ll always be with you in spirit

Marty is facing a framed picture of grandma.

MARTY

I know, but I don’t know how I’m going to manage

STEPHANIE Shhhh I’m here for you

MARTY It’s gonna take me a while

She pulls him out of the embrace to stare him right in

the eyes He puts on a sad face

STEPHANIE I’m not going anywhere

She kisses him on the lips and puts him back on her

shoulder

FADE TO BLACK