Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Color Me Busted
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In Chapter 5 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, more than sparks fly when uptown conservative girl Jool meets downtown liberal boy Rommy at the street fair ...
EXT. GREENWICH VILLAGE STREET - DAY
JOOL drifts down the street.
In complete delight with all the
sights, sounds and smells of the fair.
Taking pictures with her camera.
In her element.
She throws some money in a hat
in front of a STREET MUSICIAN.
Goes to a vendor.
Buys a bouquet flowers. Sniffs them.
Then buys a piece chocolate from another.
Eats it, savoring it.
Look. Someone dropped a
hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk.
Okay. You just stand there like a robot,
and I’m gonna go get another beer.
He walks away, shaking his head.
Jool comes into view.
Sees Rommy gaping at her.
Stops. Looks at him. Fake-angry.
Drool much? Didn’t your mother
teach you it’s not polite to stare?
I’m -- sorry.
It’s okay. Just busting your chops.
He comes out of his trance.
Faint hint of a smile.
Color me busted.
(offers hand to shake)
Rommy. Nice to meet you.
They stop shaking.
But don’t let go.
If this were animated,
we’d see an electric spark CRACKLE.
It’s short for Juliet,
but I HATE that name.
It’s so corny.
Is Rommy short for -- Romeo?
Worse. Short for Romulus.
Father’s a Trekkie.
They realize. Let go.
An awkward moment. Then --
So you’re, uh --
enjoying the street fair?
Yeah, it’s AMAZING.
We don’t have them where I come from.
It’s like another WORLD.
He looks at her expensive,
understated clothing. Realizes.
You’re -- from uptown?
But I think I like it better downtown.
You’re a Kapp --
Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.
What happens in Greenwich Village,
stays in Greenwich Village.
You have -- the most beautiful eyes.
Yours are sad. Wounded.
Like you’ve been -
I’m sorry. That was stupid.
I do that all the time.
I get too personal too quickly --
talk without thinking.
Some people say I talk too MUCH.
Oh, look -- there’s Chatty Kathy.
That’s okay. I like to talk.
I mean, talking’s good.
If people would just
talk to each other,
the world would be a --
Would you like to get some ice cream?
Sit and talk?
I’d like that.
She leans in.
Kisses him on the cheek.
Then pulls away.
Surveys the damage.
Rommy’s face flushes a deep red.
Wh-what was that for?
I’ve never seen a boy blush like that.
PUSH IN ON Rommy’s face. Heart racing.
So, uh -- what’s your favorite flavor?