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Shasta

Synopsis: Logline: A young journalist scoops everyone by getting to write the biography of a famous billionaire recluse. But as she goes through his family history, she find his connection to Mount Shasta's legends may be deadly. Synopsis: A pretty, young journalist, Natalie, whose boyfriend is a star NFL quarterback, surprisingly convinces a billionaire recluse, Knute, to write his biography. When he gives her a journal his mother kept, she finds the story of a psychologically damaged drifter and World War Two veteran, Sean, who gets work repairing a cabin for a young war widow, Sandra, on the slopes of Mount Shasta, a mountain rife with legends. It's a touching love story that unfolds, but when the story gets into flying saucers, fairy realms and vicious demonic creatures, Natalie thinks she's being played. And that doesn't even cover the remarkable transformation of Sean after he enters Fairy Land. What she doesn't know yet is that Knute is preparing her for a special task while also des
Asking price: Negotiable
Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Horror, Sci-Fi
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FADE IN:

EXT. MOUNTAIN FOREST - NIGHT

SUPER:
MOUNT SHASTA, CALIFORNIA, JULY 1947

A police car travels through the forest on a rough dirt road.

INT. POLICE CAR - NIGHT

A lone POLICEMAN is behind the wheel. He picks up his radio mic.

POLICEMAN:

George? Yeah, I'm in the area. Nothing to report... Whatever Fuller saw up here... I don't know. Seems quiet to me... Yeah, chalk it up to another cockamamy story.

The car pulls to the side of the road and the Policeman gets out of the car. He walks a little off the road and urinates. As he heads back to the car, he hears a low growl.

Pulling his pistol out of his holster, he looks nervously around. Suddenly wide eyed, the fires as the growling turns to a SCREECH.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

SUPER:
AREA 51, NEVADA, 1991

A large apparatus, looking like a ray gun, is mounted on a test stand. Down range is a large snake inside a cage and a truck. KNUTE LOVE, ruggedly handsome in his early 40's, inspects the apparatus, then nods to a TECHNICIAN. Knute and the Technician walk behind a concrete barrier.

BEHIND THE BARRIER

Knute, as well as a GENERAL and some other STAFF, watch a TV as the Technician sits in front of a console.

KNUTE:

Shall we begin?

GENERAL:

Just give the word, Mister Love.

KNUTE:

Let's do it, then.

The General nods to the Technician. A large bolt, like lightning, shoots out the apparatus and hits the truck. Nothing happens. The apparatus swings a little, fires, and the bolt hits the snake. It disappears. The STAFF members CHEER.

GENERAL:

Looks like a success.

Knute nods grimly.

IN THE DESERT:

Knute walks off a little ways into the desert and stares at the apparatus.

KNUTE:

(to himself)

Won't be long now, Dad.

EXT. EMBARCADERO STREET, SAN FRANCISCO - DAY

NATALIE BRAUN, a very attractive 23, walks arm in arm with her athletic boyfriend, TONY MONROE, 34, a star professional quarterback.

NATALIE:

I'm so glad the season's over.

TONY:

I don't have too many left in me. I think I've about reached the end of my bench life.

NATALIE:

Quarterbacks can go long, right?

TONY:

That's only in bed.

She snuggles up against his arm.

NATALIE:

Mmmm.... I know. Now, if it weren't for that quick release....

Tony CHUCKLES.

NATALIE (CONT’D)

Seriously, Tony. You've had too many concussions.

TONY:

No shit. But there is an up side.

NATALIE:

Like?

TONY:

Every time I look at you, I get to see two of you.

NATALIE:

Let me know if I start multiplying.

TONY:

I think you'd be the first to know that.

NATALIE:

You and me both. After all, that's something you'd have a hand in... Well, maybe not a hand...

Tony LAUGHS.

TONY:

How'd it go with the Love connection?

NATALIE:

Appointment tomorrow!

TONY:

Great! You'll make the sale.

NATALIE:

What makes you think so?

TONY:

Sold me, didn't you?

INT. KNUTE LOVE'S OFFICE - MORNING

SUPER:
SUNNYVALE, CALIFORNIA

Knute Love sits at his desk working. The door opens and his administrative assistant, MARGE, about 45, appears.

MARGE:

Mister Love? Your nine o'clock is here. Shall I send her in?

KNUTE:

Whatever you say, Marge. You're the boss!

MARGE:

Got that right!

Natalie walks in.

KNUTE:

Ah, Ms. Braun. Please, have a seat. May I offer you some coffee?

NATALIE:

Yes, that would be nice. Thank you.

KNUTE:

(to Marge)

Would you mind, Marge? She'll have it black.

Marge smiles and leaves.

NATALIE:

That's interesting. How did you know?

KNUTE:

The coffee? Call it intuition.

NATALIE:

Well, they say you're a visionary.

KNUTE:

Hmm... You might say I can see through people, if that's what you mean.

NATALIE:

The world knows you as an inventive genius, an extraordinarily canny businessman, and one of the world's richest men. But nobody really knows you, do they?

Marge walks in with the coffee.

KNUTE:

Thanks, Marge.

NATALIE:

Yes, thank you.

Marge leaves.

KNUTE:

Call it a business advantage.

NATALIE:

What I'd like to propose is an authorized biography... a portrait of one of history's most important men.

KNUTE:

Aren't those usually written after the subject is dead?

NATALIE:

I'm trying to get a jump on the competition.

Knute LAUGHS.

KNUTE:

Frankly, any more of your flattery and I might just have to cave. Tell you what. Let's do it this way. Submit a written proposal and we'll discuss it further.

NATALIE:

I have that with me.

Natalie opens her briefcase, and hands the paper to him. Knute scans it.

KNUTE:

Getting personal.

NATALIE:

That's the idea.

KNUTE:

I've spent years cultivating the image of an eccentric recluse. Why should I let the world in on my secrets now?

NATALIE:

Well, for one thing, I'll find out who your father is.

Knute stares at her.

KNUTE:

You've come well prepared. How many of these biographies have you done?

NATALIE:

Frankly, you're the first.

Knute grins, then looking serious, gets up and starts pacing.

NATALIE (CONT’D)

I assume you've already looked into it... about your father.

KNUTE:

Of course.

NATALIE:

All my sources indicate the matter is a mystery... even to you.

KNUTE:

That's rather presumptuous, isn't it?

NATALIE:

You tell me.

KNUTE:

So, if you pursue the unauthorized version of my biography, I assume you'll delve into it further.

NATALIE:

I prefer to work with you.

KNUTE:

Let me think about it, then. Would it be convenient if I had you picked up at seven tomorrow evening? We can discuss the matter further over dinner.

NATALIE:

Dinner?

KNUTE:

You want to know all about me. Perhaps I should get to know you.

NATALIE:

Of course. Thank you, Mr. Love.

KNUTE:

Don't thank me yet, Ms. Braun... May I call you Natalie?

NATALIE:

If you don't mind my calling you Knute.

INT. FANCY RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Natalie and Tony are dining. A large, burly male fan, MANNY, approaches their table.

MANNY:

Hey, Tony! You're the best, man! Can I get your autograph?

Tony SIGHS, Natalie smiles. Tony takes a notebook from his jacket, tears off a sheet and whips out his pen.

TONY:

To?

MANNY:

Manny. Can you put it to "The best tight end in the City?"

Natalie stifles a laugh. Tony writes and hands it to Manny.

MANNY (CONT’D)

Thanks a million, Tony! Made my night!

Manny goes back to his table.

NATALIE:

Well, this is San Francisco!

Tony smiles, then turns and waves at Manny.

TONY:

Hey, Manny! See you at practice!

Manny LAUGHS and waves back.

NATALIE:

You mean...?

TONY:

He really is our new tight end. Just came over from Pittsburg.

Natalie LAUGHS.

NATALIE:

Seriously? I thought he was, you know...

Tony looks quite serious.

TONY:

I didn't say he wasn't.

Natalie looks embarrassed.

NATALIE:

Oh, I wasn't... I mean-

TONY:

Just kidding. Manny is always pulling that kind of shit. He's famous for it.

NATALIE:

Well, I hope there's a team shrink.

TONY:

Goes with the turf. So tell me about your appointment.

NATALIE:

Seems like a nice guy. Very down to earth.

TONY:

Was he buying?

NATALIE:

Not sure. I'm going to his place tomorrow night... for dinner, I think.

Tony raises his eyebrows.

TONY:

Guy works fast!

Natalie LAUGHS.

NATALIE:

Just business.

TONY:

Think I might be able to influence his decision?

NATALIE:

Frankly, I doubt whether he'd even know what football is, much less heard of you. Geeks are clueless that way.

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Thomas Wolke

I am a retired senior intelligence analyst who has written 10 feature-length screenplays and five shorts. One short won a contest and was made into a movie. One of my feature-length scripts advanced to second round at the Austin contest and another at the Shore contest. I was taught screenwriting by an Ivy League professor. 

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