TITLE: JUNE
INT. MR. MULLIGAN'S OFFICE - DAY
Charlotte is sitting on the other side of a desk from MR. MULLIGAN. A name tag saying: MR. MULLIGAN is directly in front of him. Mr. Mulligan looks disinterested. Charlotte is looking nervous, but slightly confident. There's a smoldering cigar on his desk, a pair of golf shoes on the floor next to his desk, and a half nude picture of an elderly woman on his wall. Film reels are hung up on his wall too, and there are a few diplomas on the wall as well.
Mr. Mulligan leans forward and folds his hands on his desk.
MR. MULLIGAN
I'm confused, Ms. Hannigan.
CHARLOTTE
About what?
MR. MULLIGAN
Your pitch... I'm not certain of what it is you're trying to tell me.
CHARLOTTE
A good story.
MR. MULLIGAN
Yes, but about what?
(pause)
I understand the direction you're approaching with your characters, what they want, and how they plan to get there.
CHARLOTTE
(confused)
What's your question?
MR. MULLIGAN
My question is what I all of my writers; why do you want to tell this story?
CHARLOTTE
Pardon me, but what does that have to do with my pitch, sir?
MR. MULLIGAN
That's just it. In most pitch meetings I see people bear their souls out to me, as if this were the only story that they have ever wanted to tell. There's passion behind the pitch, not saying that yours doesn't have passion, but I can see exactly why they wanted to write their film. With you, I don't see it. Why do you want to tell this story?
Charlotte opens her mouth to speak, but starts biting her nails.
CHARLOTTE
I'm sorry, sir.
(pause)
May I...think about it, and get back to you on it?
Mr. Mulligan frowns.
CHARLOTTE (CONT'D)
C'mon, you look like the kind of guy that gives second chances.
We see Mr. Mulligan, with his hands folded, sitting directly behind his name tag, glaring at Charlotte. He isn't smiling. Charlotte is nervously smiling.
An awkward moment passes.
MR. MULLIGAN
I like you, Ms. Hannigan.
CHARLOTTE
Call me, Charlotte.
MR. MULLIGAN
(stares)
Ms. Hannigan, I respect your enthusiasm and the way you present your personality.
CHARLOTTE
Thank you, sir.
Pause.
Mr. Mulligan shifts back in his chair and sighs.
MR. MULLIGAN
I'll give you a week. You can remake the pitch next Thursday, and this time, don't just tell me the story. Show me the story from your eyes.
It's short, and not perfect, I am aware of this, but the idea of this scene is just to exploit the idea that the audience doesn't know what the story is about either. I guess you could say that we, as the audience, are in Charlotte's shoes, in that she doesn't really know her own story, and metaphorically, neither do we. But as an audience bystander, we're learning that even the writer doesn't know her own story. I don't know, an idea I'm playing with.
Other than that, I am in edit bay land for the next, oh...5 or 6 hours. So that's just fantastic. I'll be working on my lighting projects while I bum around in here, and hopefully get some of this editing project done, since it's due on Monday! YUCK! But, every chance I get, I'm going to still be writing. I've figured out where the story is going to next, which is wonderful, but I might have to start expanding some things. Sure, I'm already at almost 40 pages, which means I'm nearly half way done with the script, but as of yesterday I had to start writing all over the place in the story. So now the ending is in the middle, and all that stuff. I guess I'm just trying to get all of my ideas formulated and down on paper, so I can work around what I've got. But I might need to rethink the way this story is playing out. It's not something I'm completely wowed by, at least not yet.
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Kylee Q Brock
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