Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Plenty Of Fish
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In Chapter 8 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, downtown hipster Rommy's father forbids him from seeing uptown girl Jool, while Jool's father forbids her from seeing Rommy, which infuriates both. Meanwhile, Rommy's friend Merk gets himself ejected from the republic so he can find his missing infected sister Gaga ...
EXT. GREENWICH VILLAGE BROWNSTONE - NIGHT
A beautiful pre-war three-story single-residence
on a leafy side street. Elegant. Tasteful.
Like out of a time capsule.
INT. MONT RESIDENCE - STUDY - NIGHT
A manly, academic lair.
Bookcases crammed with classic books.
A fire CRACKLES in the hearth.
Classic jazz on the hi-fi.
Prints of classic art.
The joint is, in a word -- classic.
ORSON MONT (40’s) sits at his desk.
Good-looking with a shock of dark hair.
Eyes normally crinkled with good humor.
But not now. Not when they’ve been betrayed.
Seated before him is Rommy, beyond upset.
But Dad, that’s not FAIR.
LIFE isn’t fair, Rommy. You know that.
I’m sorry, but NO son of mine will EVER
be associated with a KAPP.
Did you know they’re trying to
pass a law that anyone who gets infected
is to be SHOT ON SIGHT?
And what about the election?
What do you think my chances would be
if word gets out that my son is dating a KAPP?
I’d have to disown you.
And you don’t want THAT, do you?
(off his stare)
Don’t worry son, it’s only puppy love.
You’re young. You’ll get over it.
There’s plenty of fish below fourteenth street.
Now, if you’ll excuse me,
I’ve got a conference call.
He reaches over.
Starts dialing a number on the phone.
Rommy glares at his father.
Angry. Leaves the room.
IN THE CORRIDOR
Rommy shuts the door quietly.
Looks at it. Seething.
Just try and STOP me.
INT. CARLING’S MANSION - JOOL’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Jool sits on her bed. Eyes on fire.
Royally pissed off
Carling sits next to her.
Tries to comfort her.
You’ll see, honey. It’s for the best.
No niece of mine can be seen
associating with a Mont.
Did you know they’re trying to
pass a law that will give
the infected equal rights?
But I LIKE him.
He’s kind, decent, sensitive --
nothing like the pompous jerks up here.
He cares about people, not MONEY.
Now you’re talking crazy.
It’s just a schoolgirl crush.
Tate is much better for you.
He comes from a good family.
Jool stares at him, wild-eyed.
But I don’t even KNOW him --
It’s all been settled, darling.
The wedding has been set for next week --
Nin appears in the doorway. Arches an eyebrow.
Carling nods for her to come and take over.
He stands. She walks over.
Sits next to Jool. Tries to comfort her.
Get some rest, my love.
You’ll feel better in the morning.
Nin here will take care of you.
He leaves. Jool looks at Nin.
What am I going to do?
I want to go out with Rommy,
not marry somebody I don’t know.
And Uncle Carling said the marriage
is NEXT WEEK --
We’ll see what we can do about THAT.
Of course. Ever since your parents --
I’ve thought of you like a daughter.
So do I. I mean, you, like my mother.
What are we going to do?
I don’t know. But don’t worry.
There’s more than one way to skin a fat-cat.
EXT. DOWNTOWN MANHATTAN - THE WALL - NIGHT
A three-story-high wall of cinder blocks
now surrounds the city-state.
Coils of barbed wire on top.
A sentry station at each block with armed guards.
Searchlights sweep the area.
All is quiet. It’s past curfew.
Merk walks west toward
the end of Christopher Street.
Backpack loaded with supplies.
Face smeared with green makeup
for that ‘infected’ look.
He gets near the wall. Stops.
Looks up at the sentry box.
Oh, great soldier of the Republic,
what say you?
A spotlight WHOOSHES across the dark sky.
Lands on Merk, illuminating him in its bright light.
NASTY GUARD (O.C.)
HALT. Who goes there?
It is I, Merk Rowe, here to give myself up.
I have become infected with the virus
and wish to leave, sire.
I simply wish a safe exit without harm.
A giant net FLIES DOWN, trapping Merk.
The rope YANKS UP, and he’s lifted into the air.
Thank you, my lord.