Part 1 Chapter 1 Doppelganger Portland Noir The making of a 16mm film.

DOPPLEGANGER PORTLAND NOIR1

professionallcfilm company2

Alexander Hay copyright 20083

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DOPPELGANGER9

copyrighted 2008 Alexander Hay10

Professionallcfilm Company(11

The principal manager12

is a distant cousin of Abraham Lincoln]13

Doppelgänger14

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia15

For other uses, see Doppelgänger (disambiguation).16

A doppelgänger (pronunciation (help·info)) or fetch is the17

fictional ghostly double of a living person, a sinister18

form of bilocation.19

In the vernacular, "Doppelgänger" has come to refer (as in20

German) to any double or look-alike of a person. The21

literal translation of the German word is "double-goer,"22

meaning someone who is acting (i.e. going) the same way as23

another person. The word is also used to describe the24

sensation of having glimpsed oneself in peripheral vision,25

in a position where there is no chance that it could have26

been a reflection.[citation needed] They are generally27

regarded as harbingers of bad luck. In some traditions, a28

doppelgänger seen by a person's friends or relatives29

portends illness or danger, while seeing one's own30

doppelgänger is an omen of death. In Norse mythology, a31

vardøger is a ghostly double who precedes a living person;32

the double is seen performing the living person's actions33

in advance.34

Spelling35

The word "doppelgänger" is a German loanword. It derives36

from Doppel (double) and Gänger (goer[1]), although the37

German part word -gänger only occurs in compound nouns. As38

is true for all other common nouns in German, the word is39

written with an initial capital letter; however English40

usage varies.41

In English, the word is conventionally uncapitalized42

(doppelgänger). It is also common to drop the diacritic43

umlaut, writing "doppelganger." The correct alternative44

German spelling is "Doppelgaenger."45

Famous reports46

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Abraham Lincoln52

Carl Sandburg's biography contains the following:53

A queer dream or illusion had haunted Lincoln at times54

through the winter. On the evening of his election he had55

thrown himself on one of the haircloth sofas at home, just56

after the first telegrams of November 6 had told him he was57

elected President, and looking into a bureau mirror across58

the room he saw himself full length, but with two faces.59

It bothered him; he got up; the illusion vanished; but when60

he lay down again there in the glass again were two faces,61

one paler than the other. He got up again, mixed in the62

election excitement, forgot about it; but it came back, and63

haunted him. He told his wife about it; she worried too.64

A few days later he tried it once more and the illusion of65

the two faces again registered to his eyes. But that was66

the last; the ghost since then wouldn't come back, he told67

his wife, who said it was a sign he would be elected to a68

second term, and the death pallor of one face meant he69

wouldn't live through his second term.[5]70

This is adapted from Washington in Lincoln's Time (1895) by71

Noah Brooks, who claimed that he had heard it from Lincoln72

himself on 9 November 1864, at the time of his re-election,73

and that he had printed an account "directly after." He74

also claimed that the story was confirmed by Mary Todd75

Lincoln, and partially confirmed by Private Secretary John76

Hay (who thought it dated from Lincoln's nomination, not77

his election). Brooks's version is as follows (in Lincoln's78

own words):79

It was just after my election in 1860, when the news had80

been coming in thick and fast all day and there had been a81

great "hurrah, boys," so that I was well tired out, and82

went home to rest, throwing myself down on a lounge in my83

chamber. Opposite where I lay was a bureau with a swinging84

glass upon it (and here he got up and placed furniture to85

illustrate the position), and looking in that glass I saw86

myself reflected nearly at full length; but my face, I87

noticed had two separate and distinct images, the tip of88

the nose of one being about three inches from the tip of89

the other. I was a little bothered, perhaps startled, and90

got up and looked in the glass, but the illusion vanished.91

On lying down again, I saw it a second time, plainer, if92

possible, than before; and then I noticed that one of the93

faces was a little paler - say five shades - than the94

other.95

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I got up, and the thing melted away, and I went off, and in101

the excitement of the hour forgot all about it - nearly,102

but not quite, for the thing would once in a while come up,103

and give me a little pang as if something uncomfortable had104

happened. When I went home again that night I told my wife105

about it, and a few days afterward I made the experiment106

again, when (with a laugh), sure enough! the thing came107

back again; but I never succeeded in bringing the ghost108

back after that, though I once tried very industriously to109

show it to my wife, who was somewhat worried about it. She110

thought it was a "sign" that I was to be elected to a111

second term of office, and that the paleness of one of the112

faces was an omen that I should not see life through the113

last term.[6]114

Lincoln was known to be superstitious,[7] and old mirrors115

will occasionally produce double images; whether this Janus116

illusion can be counted as a doppelgänger is perhaps117

debatable, though probably no more than other such claims118

of doppelgängers. An alternate consideration, however,119

suggests that Lincoln suffered vertical strabismus in his120

left eye[8], a disorder which could induce visions of a121

vertically-displaced image.122

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Doppelganger124

Details Summary125

TAG - LINE: " When murder gets real- fiction takes over! "126

LOGLINE: A writer of a seedy private-eye t.v. Series127

plagued128

by the appearance of his main fictional creation129

(only he can see/hear him)- becomes the leading suspect in130

a multiple murder with his fictional character his only131

alibi.132

PITCH: "Heaven Can Wait meets Columbo" (in a tale of133

duality and death.)134

SETTING: Present- Home and Away.135

GENRE: Comedy thriller fantasy with romance.136

SYNOPSIS:137

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VOICE OVER143

Noir144

Sam Spade was a quiet man, though a man with a great sense of justice. As he sat there gazing out the window onto the Italian Veranda, lighting a cigarette he became lost in thought and sat alone in the dark room as the smoke created a dim whiteness; we call this Noir. He became lost in these thoughts, in these memories. Time seemed to elude him now and like the old flicker shows he used to see on cold autumn Brooklyn nights these memories played out before him like a cheap drawn out low budget B movie, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He remembered the day that some big shot Hollywood director/producer/ nobody came into his office beginning what would be his hardest case yet. See Sam Spade wasn’t your average run of the mill detective he invested interest, ideals, and determination into his cases; if someone hired him to see if their wife was cheating he would find out, he would also find out how long, when, where, and how, and every Tom, Dick, and Harry the lady had been with. That’s how he worked, he never would invest too much emotion into a case preferring to be as cold and complacent as possible; these people weren’t his friends they were nothing more than a business transaction. Things ran smoothly like this until that October afternoon. 1145

There was a slight tap and knocking of the door, while Sam Spade motioned the man to precede and come in, “Hello, Mr. Spade…” he said while taking a seat in front of the desk. Now he wasn’t much on looks, the man rather, was just a plain sort, with a plain face you see everywhere you go, plain hair color: brown, mousy. The man although what he made up for in looks he got in money and power. Spade with a sense of easiness and relaxation leaned back in his chair, “Call me Sam.” he said replying to the mans previous address. With a look of agreement the man answered “Okay, Sam look, I need to hire you to watch a girl for me.”, he said with an expression of a frank blankness of severity. Puzzled, Spade questioningly asked, “What kind of girl? Your wife? Look if your some sicko into watching young girls I suggest you do that yourself pal.”, there was a sense of a rude missile like attitude in the tone of his voice as he spoke those words. Caught off guard yet amused the man answered “No, it’s nothing like that.”. Spade reassured continued the conversation, “Okay shoot.”. Assuring the man said “Alright have you heard of Ms. Edie Sedgwick?”, saying this as he began to light the end of his cigarette. Sam Spade with the same easy cool attitude and tone that he always maintained said, “No some blonde bombshell bimbo or something?”. The man a bit amused but for the most part annoyed, remained leveled with Spade as he sat folding his arms across his chest, “No not quite she’s just one of the most happening young starlets out there right now.” the man stated. Spade uncaring responded, “Eh, I don’t pay attention to pop-culture.”, he said this while he leaned forward in the chair and put the cigarette bud face down into the ashes. Further annoyed the man also put his cigarette bud face down into the grey spread ashes that lied upon the bottom of the tray, “Well really that’s not what I’m hiring you for…”, the man trailed off quickly adding his own witty comment. Defensively Spade replied “Then what are you hiring me for then?”, Spade had said this with a level of counter annoyance which was aimed directly toward the stranger in his office. The man squirming and crossing his legs in the seat, placed his hands upon his lap, “If you would allow me I’m getting to that. See, I need you to watch her, make sure she doesn’t get into trouble. The last thing we need for this production is bad press you see, and Edie isn’t the most responsible when it comes to what cameras see and what they don’t. Catch my drift?” he said, with a smug expression struck across his face. Sam Spade peeved and tense, turned his chair facing the window and he looked outside upon the paved concrete of the sidewalks, and streets below with, “Look, I’m a detective not a baby sitter.”, he responded cold and bitterly. The man with a look of uncertainty and misunderstanding began by saying “I never said you were, all I’m getting at is that you will temporarily be her guardian of sorts…her body guard in a way, protecting her from herself you see. All your job pertains to is making sure she gets on set on time, and atleast half coherent and not doped out of her mind, understand?”, he responded while removing his hands from his lap. Sam Spade sitting up now, leaning forward and questioningly asked “And why hire me?”, he asked the man. The man keeping his cool and remaining level headed on things said “Lets just say that you were highly recommended”. The man walked out leaving Sam Spade behind the desk with a look of puzzlement and disarray about him, questioning just what he had gotten himself into. 2146

It was 1l o’clock, the dark night sky cloaking everything but the light of the street lamps. She was walking down the street on her way to apartment D1 in the lower east side of Manhattan, wearing her best swanky outfit, she rushed past the many reporters and onlookers, pushing past the unrelenting out for blood photographers and remained focused and centered on one thing: the door. As broken glass hit the ground with every flash of the bulbs, photographers quickly exchanging them out for a new one, hoping to get that one lucky shot that could make front page news. She made her way up the steps to the entrance of the apartment building, the door man upon seeing her quickly opened the door and hurried her inside. There in the lobby of the building awaited many guests of the party, both coming and going at their leisure. The host of this nights glamorous party was the man who lived in apartment D1. We shall call him Mr. D1, and every year or so it was he who got around to hosting the years biggest bash. Edie, like she had every year attended the party and was one of the most important well-known guests. Advancing her way towards the front door of Mr. D1’s apartment which was always seemingly open this time of year, she headed inside finding herself in the usual busyness of the party’s mingling crowds, drinking, and the casual full-heated discussions over whatever stirred the minds of intellectuals and Hollywood a-list alike. She floated around the crowd and commenced greeting and chatting up fellow partygoers. Grabbing a drink off the tray she made her way to the back of the room to the location of the host and her usual scene. 3147

Welcoming smiles and expressions met hers, and sitting down on the chair nearest the group looked over at two beatniks, a man and a woman arguing over the severity of communism and the cold war. With a half laughing expression Edie let out, “What an interesting topic we’re talking about tonight!” she said this as a motive or way of squeezing herself into the conversation and drawing all attention towards herself. A man who had appeared to have been there just about all day, piped up and exclaimed, “Oh! You have no idea they’ve been at it all night!” his tone seemed to be of that of obvious intoxication but also that of a youthful excited glee. All of a sudden the man in the heated argument, with his face turned red and contorted, threw his fist down upon the table, “I don’t give a damn about the communists!” noticing how abrupt his words were he found a sudden calmness and said “As far as I’m concerned the only thing we have to worry about are the bankers or the producers,…”. Interrupting the man, and mildly amused the woman said laughingly “…or the MGM heads.”. The conversation then seemed to open a floodgate as everyone put their own two sense worth in. Edie wanting a piece of the action, and hoping to end the lengthy discussion added, “What do we have to hate the Russians for? I mean they gave us Tchaikovsky, Nabokov, and more importantly vodka…” she said while finishing off her drink. Everyone by then amused chuckled lightly at her little joke, if it ever was a joke, that was one of the things you could never tell with Edie was whether or not she was serious. 4148

Edie with a look of want and need painted across her face, “Oh, how dreadful my day was you know sometimes I don’t even know why I put up with it and how he always barks orders at me despite the fact he’s repeated himself goodness knows how many times, and I have heard him only goodness knows how many times. It’s just terrible absolutely terrible, why are people so cruel? I cannot stand cruel people.” she said turning her attention towards Mr. D1. Understanding and still he leaned over sympathetically towards her, “ Aw darling, come sit by me we shall have something here to release the stress of a hard days work.” he said motioning her to take a seat by him on the sofa, while he searched around him for the dangerous equivalent of a days drink after getting off the late shift. Bringing out a spoon, he lit a match, and in a flash crystallizing the powdery substance into the liquid elixir of the hopeless, he loosened his necktie and fastened it around his arm, raising the syringe to himself. Edie; struggling and impatiently waiting, the light around her which seemed to make her glow dimmed little by little. Then handing the needle to her, he leaned back smiling confidently. Looking down at it with a sense of uneasiness she asked, “How much do I owe you?“. Eyes meeting hers, the man replied “Don’t worry about it. Think of it as a party favor, would you please…”. As she raised the syringe to herself, the room became smaller and darker, Edie began to fall down the rabbit hole spiraling into relief and everyday dependence. 5149

The sunlight beamed down assuring a brand new day. It was 4:15pm, just the time that the man told him to meet the young starlet outside her hotel. He made himself indiscrete and unnoticeable, which was easy in his line of work. He was told she would be sporting a white dress, black sunglasses, and have short blonde hair. His objective: to follow this lady in white, so he did as she walked down 6th avenue to the corner of 5th street, and called a cab. Which, after Sam Spade’s further investigation, led him to several back alleys. There he saw the exchange of hands and the conclusion when the actress was handed a bag of smack, paid generously by her fathers charitable donation. He had seen this kind of thing all the time some daddy’s girl who got into the business by his dime, and who lets her fame eventually spiral downward for some fix that she’s not even able to pay for; but despite that always keeps up appearances hiding her dirty little secret that everyone already knows. So, she was a typical addict, Sam Spade realized this, along with the fact that it would be far more easy baby sitting a junkie than an actual earnest woman. Realizing this he began to relax a little more and put himself at ease. While trailing her though, he would always pick up on the fact that she was aware of his presence. In all likelihood this was perfectly plausible, but deciding to ignore this fact as he continued with his routine surveillance. 6150

It was then that she sat down at the local café and he drew up a newspaper looking inconspicuous “Are you quite finished following me? I mean I know everyone loves me, but usually men buy me dinner first.“ she let out laughing. Startled by this sudden spark of conversation, he had nothing to do other than to reply “Well what’s on the menu?”. Laughing quietly to herself the woman flipped her hair behind her ears while drawing her sunglasses up, and with an outstretched hand said “Well, hello I’m Edie”. He nodded replying, “Sam Spade.“, he said. Edie looked at him with a sudden acknowledgement, “Ah, where have I heard that name before?! Oh of course you must be the one Jeffrey and the studio hired to keep an eye on me, correct?” she said biting her lower lip. Stunned he said “Wait they told you?”. A glow of light-hearted happiness seemed to radiate from her, as she tucked one of the many loose tussles of hair behind her ear, “No not at all, but I find it a ridiculous notion that they could keep the slightest thing from me. Although it is pleasant to hear that they care so much!” she responded. With a look of uncertainty, he said in a questioning manner, “Any idea why that is?”. Letting go a youthful smile she said “Well, because Sammy, I’m a reckless, irresponsible Playgirl”. Even he, the cold and complacent man he always was said to be couldn’t help but be attracted to her bluntness. She said what needed to be said and what was more than likely true coming from the horses mouth herself, “Well, Mr. Spade you know what you can do for me now? Is buy me coffee”. Hesitant he looked at her expression which read for an immediate response and helpless in the situation he said, “Sure how do you take it…”. Quick to jump she turned to the waiter, and said “No, I’ll order don’t worry…I’ll have a frappuccino and he’ll have…”. Interrupting her he said turned to the waiter, “Black”. Looking down at her feet a bit irritated and with amazement and a look of shock she said, “Oh how dreadful you drink black! I’ve never met anyone who takes just black usually they take like sugar or creame in it. Oh you poor thing!” she exclaimed with her hand covering her mouth, “Although, I do hear you can tell a lot about a person based on the coffee they drink.“ she added. Never before in his life has Sam Spade been commented on how he takes his coffee, and pretty soon she began to comment on a lot of things. From the way he dressed, the content of his conversation, even down to how he flossed his teeth. It seems for Sam Spade Ms. Sedgwick had become nothing more than an annoyance. 7151

Though, as hours became days and days became weeks, their understanding for one another flourished. This eventually budded into an odd kind of acceptance or adoration towards one another. And then one night, under the clear black of the night sky, while looking up from the city streets below Edie said “Isn’t it marvelous! I’ve never seen the sky so clear! It’s just stunning, the stars are completely lovely .” as she said this, Sam Spade fought the urge he had inside to embrace her. Over these past few weeks he felt he had gotten closer to Edie, despite her ups and downs, and highs and lows; he was growing to love her. “Sam is there anywhere you’ve always wanted to go in your life? I have always wanted to go to Italy. I always thought it was a place onto itself, the Vatican, the art, the fashion! It’s surprising I have yet to go in my lifetime considering daddy had us traveling all over Europe when we were younger. I suppose somehow Italy just managed to skip me by.” she said. Then with a short blank stare and a deep sigh she let out a hopeless moan, then all of a sudden struck with the spark of an idea she blurted out “Oh Sammy! Let us runaway to Italy, just the two of us wouldn’t it be lovely?!”. Indeed it would be lovely, Sam Spade thought to himself, but he had already broken his own rules. He had to finish this and settle it like nothing more than business, “No, I can’t…I won’t. Despite what you think, lady we’re not friends or lovers here, so, I’m not going to Europe with you or anyone for that matter. Okay kid?”. As he said those harsh bitter words, the sounds seemed to pierce him as he spoke them, his face was cold but inside he became a mess, growing chaos within him as he argued with every side of himself and every core of his being. It hurt him more to hurt her then it would ever have Edie he thought. Edie’s eyes full of misunderstanding and hurt, unflinching and uncontrollable, she called a cab, “I’m going home…” she said, as she went into the cab, sinking into the darkly lit, smoke ridden, back seat of the car. Little did Sam Spade know that this would be his last time ever seeing Edie again. 8152

Feeling badly about the way he had left things the previous night, Sam Spade had gone to Edie’s Soho apartment with the full intent of apologizing. As he buzzed the buzzer no one answered and eventually a neighbor, of what appeared to be of Chinese descent, had to let him in. As he walked up the stairs he felt something was wrong, he had ignored his instincts long enough. Something was wrong. He preceded up each step cautiously, one by one, until he was at her door. It was open, probably because of the fact that she was so distraught the previous night, she had forgotten to close it fully all the way. Sam Spade approached the door pushing it open with his end of his now drawn pistol. The apartment, despite the fact that it was morning, appeared dark with the blinds drawn and black curtains hung. Cigarettes’ slowly sat burning out in the ashtray on the counter. The only light on in the apartment was that of the bathroom as it could be seen resonating in the crack underneath the door. As Sam Spade approached the bathroom, uncertain of what he might see, he was for once in his life truly afraid. Reaching for the knob of the door, he turns it; it’s locked. Frantically he looks for a way to open the door, a key or something that will permit him entrance. Finally, he breaks down the door, looking down his heart sinks. He, is emotionless, dead, and cold; unable to process what had happened. Grasping with disbelief; on the floor his eyes traveled from the matches left loosely scattered about, to the spoon laying upon the tiled floor with a hint of death still lingering on it‘s tip, then his eyes moved to the syringe, and the belt wrapping, tied tightly around her arm, and finally his eyes met with her cold, lifeless body. Edie lied, her arms and legs mangled together in some sudden release, track marks racing down her arms. The finish line ‘her life‘. That November Edie died of an overdose on heroin, Sam Spade, still to this day, blames himself. 9153

Looking out the window onto the rainy Italian streets below he remembers; he remembers her. Sam Spade came to Italy for her, to do what she couldn’t; he came with her, he came to runaway with her. It was the case that finally killed him, it was the woman, the lady that killed him. Sitting in the darken room, silhouettes’ cast by the moonlight, a single strand of white smoke is seen from the end of his cigarette, dimly lit in the room. He sits in the corner, on the chair by the window. The silver shine and the cold steel of his pistol sounding more attractive by each passing second. The sounds of Fellini’s 8 ½ plays in the background on the TV quietly, muffled, he came for her to this place under the stars that skipped her by. He ran away with her; and raising the gun to his head he put it inside his mouth and pulled the trigger. 10154

Author notes155

Again another story I did in school, we had to take names of famous people or famous characters from literature and use them when writing a short shory. I chose Edie Sedgwick which was an actress in the 60's and known as the "Queen of Underground Cinema" and Sam Spade which was a character from "The Maltese Falcon" which appeared in Pulp Fiction magazines. Also, the time period in the piece isn't specific even though it leads back and fourth at times. It's sort of a modern 21st century/late 50's-early 60's feel I suppose. At the time I wrote it I thought it was decent given the guidelines I had to write within. Now I'm kinda...eh my worst critic and somewhat cringe when reading alot of my stuff now. So whatever feedback and opinions you have is great. :J156

PART ONE157

IAN is a writer of a t.v. Series158

concerning a159

grubby private eye MALCOLM. He uses Malcolm's character as160

an excuse to return to his old neighborhood {IN PORTLAND161

OREGON}.162

While there he finds his first girlfriend-RUTH still living163

there. So he164

observes. We open with Ian in his old neighborhood165

listening/166

taping local slang- and observing the entry to an167

apartment block. He is mistaken for a drug-squad snoop and168

harassed by two youths.169

PART TWO170

At home, he re-creates the scene,171

with Malcolm taking over Ian's role.172

(As he types into his computer, we slip into 'it's' world,173

via deep-focus). We see the same incident - except Malcolm,174

(his fictional creation) gives the youths a hard time and175

squirts them with mace. Malcolm appears to Ian one night,176

demanding changes to his character.177

Ian assumes Malcolm is a burglar- until his wife- ANNE178

interrupts and he realizes no-one else can see or hear179

Malcolm. Ian is confused- assumes he's experiencing the180

onset of a mental breakdown. Malcolm derides this threatens181

to strike - unless changes are made to his182

character. He also questions Ian's subliminal writing;183

vicariously living-off Malcolm's exploits-having him do184

things Ian would love to- but hasn't the nerve to try.185

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PART THREE191

What bothers Ian most- is Malcolm's192

timing. Appearing as Ian is193

about to have sex with Anne- [Quillem and Sheba]194

CONTRIBUTION BY ANTHONY ROTHE195

Losing YOU196

How do you kill the person you love?197

When Elizabeth discovers that she is terminally ill with198

cancer she asks her boyfriend Quilliam to help her to kill199

herself. [Two real life characters.]200

What is the loving thing for him to do?201

[The opening is below. If you'd like to see this and202

other projects that might suit you please get in touch.]203

Anthony Rothe204

CV205

Losing YOU206

Fade IN:207

EXT. HEATH LAND : MOVING - DAY208

Moving through a vast meadow. In the glorious sunshine Tall209

Grass flutters, ripening to gold. Butterflies rise and are210

whispered away on the breeze. An orchestra of Insects and211

Crickets. A distant Lark Sings.212

IN THE Distance213

Quillem and Sheba picnic in the grass. In his mid-twenties,214

Quillem is capable looking: the sort of person you admire215

in a suit, he can be arrogant.216

Sheba, fair and fragile-looking is stretched out against217

Quillem who is holding her. The sound of Crickets becomes218

so Shrill it is menacing. Suddenly Silence: we are like219

voyeurs watching [Doppelganger theme]220

Editor's Comment221

[Quillem and Sheba are metaversal characters in a dream222

universe. We, the real characters, Quilliam and Anne, see223

them as in a SNOW CRASH world.]224

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From A Distance230

as Quillem kissing Sheba on the lips. Then gently he eases231

her over onto the picnic rug. He arranges her body232

respectfully, kissing her hands before he folds them across233

her chest. Then closes her eyes. He kisses a red rose and234

places it on her breast.235

Closer NOW236

Amidst the picnic things - hamper, linen, cutlery,237

champagne, glasses, food and fruit - beside her, like a238

child, Quillem pulls his knees to his chest. As he239

contemplates her body tears stain his cheeks.240

Sound resumes - Distorted. Swallows like dive-bombers,241

intensely close then veering away. Recovering, Quillem242

smiles - he touches Sheba's hand.243

Quillem (V.O.)244

It was another world ... . Another era. Another country.245

... There was no way I could - not. ... Not - loving her.246

[Doppelganger theme]247

The day speeds by draining colour from the sky. Quillem is248

motionless. In the far distance, a BOY flies a Kite.249

Fade TO Black:250

[Full Script ON Application]251

[Reconciling this two scripts of the Projection and the252

Contribution needed.]253

as he is outlining an idea to his producer- and as the254

police question him about a his involvement in a brutal255

murder...with Malcolm his only256

alibi! Malcolm makes the most of those moments, creating257

humor and grief for Ian. Moreover, when Malcolm falls in258

love with another of Ian's fictional characters- Ian goes259

haywire- 'What do you mean,....love? I write the script!260

.I decide these things - okay?'261

[Another love scene with a fictional character: Quilliam262

and Elizabeth]263

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(Also transposed and270

translated-(dialogue/locations etc.)- For the US market.)271

Contact name: Alexander Hay272

Pitches Applicable areas:273

England, Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland Relevance:274

UK Screenwriters275

In the Mirror The whole thing276

In The Mirror277

(beginning credits) Micheal Jackson-Man in the Mirror278

(Opening sequence) Man in bathroom that just got out of the shower with towel on shaving his face while the t.v. ‘s on he listens to the news that's on the t.v. He wipes his hand across the mirror getting rid of the steam he turns and goes into the living room as he watches parts of the t.v. walks to his room while he's changing the camera zooms in slowly to the t.v. while on the news they are talking about a gruesome-odd killing some that couldn't be done by man but beast........... The camera cuts to him eating cereal in the kitchen all dressed up. As his shirt has a pin that say “HELLO my name is BOB. As he gets ready to leave for work. Goes to him walking outside on the porch out to his corvette (meaning he is rich may have a fancy jo he walks into a huge building while friends that work there greet him. “bout time you got here” says his friend. ”sorry my power shut off while i was sleeping and my alarm didn't work”. they walk down a large marble hallway to, two large doors. They open the doors and enter a large meeting hall full of people chatting. they sit down next to each other put their suitcases on the huge glass table and begin talking.279

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“i think i might have seen something this morning,what happened”281

“well this girl was in her room getting ready for her date right,then her parents down stairs were watching a movie and they hear a scream,they go running upstairs,bust down the door to her room,and she's gone”282

“damn”283

“the weird thing is there was nothing left of her left just blood and 16 tally marks on her mirror”284

“messed up man”285

“i know right”286

a tall man holding a suitcase and a folder walks into the room and everyone is silent287

“all right people lets get down to bissinuss.......”as the man talks his voice fades out and the sound of a car radio and traffic is heard.288

“*radio* late last night a young girl was killed in her room , police still have not found a culprit but the search is still on*radio*”289

he gets home and listens to his messages290

“*boss on message*yea hey,ummm im gonna need ya to come in on saturday..*boss on message*” he stops the message and sighs291

he walks in to the kitchen takes off his jacket and puts it on a chair292

he opens up the refrigerator and grabs a beer293

he walks into the living room and turns on the t.v.294

he sits in a reclining chair and laughs at the program on t.v.295

he hears a scratching noise coming from upstairs but thinks its just the wind blowing a tree branch up against the window and thinks nothing of it296

he laughs again and takes a swig of his beer297

then he hears the noise again but this time louder and longer298

he decides to check it out299

he cautiously walk up the dark staircase and turned left down the hallway300

he quickly opened the door and turned on the light301

he looked out the window and the wind wasn’t blowing 302

he looks around his room and doesn’t see anything until he looks at his mirror and sees an “x” scratched into it303

frightened he quickly grabs his beer bottle by the neck and breaks it on the dresser304

he walks over to the mirror and looks behind himself305

he try's to feel the carving and cant306

it feels smooth as if the the carving was done from the other side307

in a flash he sees an image of a girl being pulled into a mirror by very long boney fingers and a scream 308

the image stops and he falls back terrified309

he crawls to the door310

*next day*311

he’s at work with a cup of coffee very tired312

his friend comes over313

“what the hell happened to you”314

“i didn't get allot of sleep”315

“oh,well drink up,we got a meeting in 25 minuets”316

“damn it, i forgot the blueprints,im gonna have to go home......”317

he remembers the thing he saw318

“well maybe i have it saved somewhere”319

“ok, well try to get it”320

“yea”321

shows them at meeting Bob standing speaking pointing a pointer stick thing at a blueprint(obviously he found it) saying high business stuff as he blacks out and shows a close up of his face while screams appear as an audio but u can still here the gentlemen in the background. comes back in as his boss says Mr. Thompson, Mr. Thompson “yeah” “will u please continue with your report “yes sir, sorry sir” continues speaking shows him driving home late (meaning it was saturday n he stayed after said earlier in story) gets home puts his keys on the counter n walks towards his room laying down his work essentials (jacket, hat, briefcase) sits on his bed takes off his shoes lays backwards sighs n turns closes his eyes(while zoom in on his face) the phone rings his eyes open up as fast as crap n jumps up real quick n walks to get it he picks it up “hello” .................”hello who is this” still a pause. “listen im bout to call the.........” (the other person sounding really creepy) “it will come” “wait what” It will come” “who is this” lady hangs up the phone “hello” “hello” “damn it” he hangs up the phone n walks to the kitchen staring inside of the fridge looking for something but doesn't know what pulls out milk n chugs it from the carton as it has a view on the carton it says “Wanted missing girl” (its the picture of the girl attacked by the beast) Name:Veronica Kraus State:Virginia Age:9 If seen contact Crime Watchers at 1 (800) 555-3102 he turns the jug around n notices that its the girl he saw in the room that night he runs to his desk n gets online n finds information on the little girl. “Veronia Kraus 9 year old girl gone missing since friday. Police still can not find Veronica they found her blood drenched all over the floor. Her parents said that she never had any problems with getting along with people or anything.” He runs to his rom n stares at his mirror waiting......... He sees a shine of the little girls face through the window. He yanks the mirror off of his table n throws it against the wall screaming. The mirror shatters into a mirror n of all the pieces threes the X on its on piece of mirror. he picks it up n puts it in his pocket as going to his room he lays n goes to sleep.322

*next day*323

wakes up n pours a cup of coffee as he dresses up to ride to the grocery store he sees a man running past a sign that says “County Fair Sunday March 16, 2007 (meaning next week)” he was thinking bout gown just 4 da hell of it as he goes to the grocery store he walks in n everyone is staring at him he ponders at why they are doing this he continues walking he passes by the milk isle a girl stares at him n all of the sudden her faces turns into a creepy image. he turns away going to the cash register. The teenager rings the stuff up n pauses when he’s half way done n just stares at Bob bob asks what's the matter with him n the teenage boy says “It will come” then zooms back in n says “paper or plastic sir” as if nothing happened uhhhhh plastic please. He grabs the bag walks n says thank. he goes back to his car n pops 3 pills n swallows dry closes his eyes n starts the car. shows him driving as a person in front of him is not even moving (car) bob starts banging the steering wheel cursing “hurry up u idiot” “AGGHHHH DAMN” he gets out of the car to see if she's ok he comes up to the window n no ones there he goes back to his car starts it up n the girl starts moving really slow he screams at the shock n then the girl goes fast as possible. Then he just drives on to his house. Pulls into his driveway n gets out. Walks to his door n goes in puts his keys on the table n goes into the kitchen putting the stuff away. when he puts the milk in his fridge he closes it n walks to his room n turns on the t.v. turning it to “the texas chain saw massacre” his girlfriend yazzypoo walks in they say hello they start kissing n then starts to walk kissing taking off their clothes little by little then she lays her on his bed n she starts on him. he has a couple expressions on his face as he says im sorry i cant do this “y not” i just cant, work n stuff (really its cause the beast). She puts on her clothes furiously n slams the door angrily. he sits on the couch n lays his head on his hands while he exhales.324

*next day*325

you see him at a chapel sitting praying to god as he stands walks toward the gold crucified Jesus Christ sculpture n says “Amen”. shows him driving down the road as he sees “Moe's Mirror Shop” and all of a sudden a car comes out of no where n slams into him as he tumbles over it shows a slow rewind n goes back to before as if it never happened he's sweating n breathes heavily. “O my God! He continues going down the street. he stops by his brother Nicks house and talks to him just about what's going on “don't tell him to much though he may take u to an insane asylum” he says to himself. he leaves about an hour later. And goes back home he opens the door to his house as he steps on his cats tail the cat lets out a loud screech. “Damn it Ringo” he says. As the cat runs along the floor he sets down his keys and walks into the kitchen he puts a piece of bread in the toaster and gets himself a coke as he leans against his counter and drinks it the toaster dings as he pulls it out he has a quick reaction of a jerk and a yelp “ouch” he says. He slides it out carefully n puts some turkey, Mayo, and cheese on it he starts eating some as he makes his way to the living room n sits down on his couch n puts on cartoons he giggles as it shows a zoom of the t.v.326

*next day*327

it goes from the t.v. to him driving (quickly) as he goes through the radio stations he hears nothing good so he turns it off he put his arm on the window sill thing and lay his head on his hand he stops at a stoplight and looks to his right it is an old woman staring at him too he turns back quickly and looks at her again she's still staring but goes as the light turns green she still follows him with her head until she cant she him anymore the person behind him beeps his horn he notices that the light is green as he goes quickly the light turns red so the person behind him is stuck as he flicks him off. He pulls into his parking area at work he walks inside as he goes to the desk to pick up his work and then goes to his office he sits down turns on his computer sits back in his chair rubs his face and says “here we go”. As he sits up straight and starts typing away. A pop-up comes up and say’s “Do you wanna see something scary.” As he passes his mouse through it to click out of it as an image of the creature pops up and screams as he jumps he closes out of it and goes to get some water. His boss passes by him at the water fountain and say’s “haha just the man i wanted to see.”It shows them in his bosses office as the boss say’s “uuhm Mr.DeNiro” “yes sir” “you’ve been slacking all this week uhhhhh are there any problems” “well......no sir” “Well i mean when you got this job it was work, work, work and now your being apathetic.” “I’m very sorry sir” Well you can be sorry all you want, you have to bring it up or else im gonna fire you.” “...........” “you’re dissmissed” “Thank you sir, bye”328

*next day*329

He wakes up to a clock that says 10:40 he notices that he is really late so he just takes a day off since he wouldnt be able to face his boss and tell him he over slept. So he walks into the kitchen and grabs a bowl and eats some cereal on his couch while watchng t.v. he then goes into the bathroom but you can only see his back and here pouring sounds. He walks into the pffice room and gets online he clicks on the internet and stops thinking about what might happen if he gets another pop-up o he shuts it down and goes outside. He cleans up the yard a little bit then mows the lawn after. Then it shows him in the shower drinking and then spitting out some of the water.330

*next day*331

He walks into work and sees his boss he tries to avoid him by cutting into differnet sections as he looks over a stand slowly to see where he is his boss comes up behind him and makes a cough sound as Bob turns around slowly and then stands up very quickly he says uhhhhh yes sir. “Where were you yesterday”332

“sick i had a bad case of that thing floating around you know the uhhh............cranberry...bug....virus....flu”333

As his boss shakes his head in disbelief he walks away. Bob wipes the sweat off his head and says ha dumbass under his breath as he walks away swiftly and acted real fresh and smooth.334

*next day*335

He leave s work and goes to his parents house. As they politely welcome him. He walks in and his mother asks if he wants anything to at or to drink as he replies no. She asks where he has been since last time they talked he said nothing just a couple personal stuff.”Like what” his mother replies. “Just stuff i don’t necessairely feel comfortable talking about””Well okay so hows everything else” “Okay” “Thats good”336

*next day*337

He’s on his way to work as he hits a dog he fells very sorry for what he had done so he stops and comes out as he approaches the dog he kneels down. and the dog jumps up at him and bites his arm the dog’s eyes were red as they peered at him. The dog then ran off. As he went into his car holding his arm. he goes to get it checked out at the docter. Then he gets a shot for it. The docter says it would be better to stay at home. And then tomorrow you will feel better.338

*next day*339

he wakes up and gets ready for the day as he walks into the living room he passes by the window and then the creature jumps out and shoves him up against the wall as he screams he yells out “no” while hes up against the wall He falls down and he gets up staring at the shattered window and trashed up place he walks to the kitchen splashes some water on his face and takes a sip. He then gets in his car and goes on his way to the fair. He arrives and goes to the Tilt-a-hurl first and then to get a hotdog he walks past a huge Mirror Maze he walks up to it throwing his napkin in the trash on his way up nobody is operating it or in it so he will be all alone with the creature. He sees a baseball bat that was on the ground that a child had abandoned. He walks in looking into the images of himself. He then yells “show yourself you fuken faget”He bashes a mirror and then the one across from it. Pausing and then breaking somemore. The creature then pops out and lets out a terrible screetch. He hits the creature with the bat as the creature flys into another mirror shattering it. The creature gts up and cuts him with its sharp nails. Bob then gives a great wack nearly severing his head as he comes up to him he pulls out the shattered piece of glass with the X on it that he saved and stabbed him. The creature screetches again making Bob’s ears and eyes bleed he vanishes. Then from one of the directions Veronica Kraus walks out looking both direction she runs up to him and hugs him saying “your the man in my dreams” As they walk off she looks at the screen and her eyes turn red.340

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