Living in Oblivion Page #14
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 90 min
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NICK:
We're going with it, Wanda!
WANDA:
Alright everyone, listen up. That is
a wrap on Scene Six.
The set erupts in applause.
SOUND:
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!
WANDA:
What?!
SOUND:
I need to record room tone. I'll
need thirty seconds of silence.
WANDA:
Oh, alright! Quiet. Quiet! Shut up!!
Thirty seconds of room tone. The
sooner you're quiet the sooner we're
done.
CORA:
(whispers to Nick)
What's room tone?
NICK:
It's for the sound, Mom. We just
have to be quiet.
At that moment a door opens at the rear of the set and a
DOCTOR and NURSE enter. The Nurse carries an extra overcoat.
Jeff, the Driver, turns and sternly whispers for them to be
quiet.
WANDA:
And roll sound. Nobody move.
SOUND:
Speed.
INT. THE SET. DAY
The camera is wide, showing the entire set, actors, and crew.
Everyone stands in perfect silence, as motionless as statues.
As the silence continues the mood on the set gradually
changes. One by one people drift into their own private worlds
of reflection.
MS the Sound man, alternately watching his recorder and his
stopwatch. Behind him the Boom man holds the mike in position
to record general ambiance while staring off into the
distance.
CU the tape recorder spinning in quiet precision.
CU the stopwatch, its giant second hand showing five seconds
have passed.
MS Nick standing next to his mother who drapes one arm
casually over Nick's shoulder. Nick glances up and sees Nicole
beside him, absorbed in her own thoughts. Suddenly she looks
up and her eyes meet Nick's. She slips him the barest hint
of a smile.
The camera DOLLIES slowly through the standing, silent group,
passing over faces in different degrees of thought.
CU the Sound man's stopwatch, the giant second hand showing
ten seconds have passed.
MS Nick. He is so immersed in thought he looks at no one.
The camera slowly DOLLIES into a CU of him.
CHAD PALOMINO stands at a gleaming podium, looking radiant
in an immaculate tuxedo. He holds an envelope in his hands.
CHAD:
We have a new category this year:
Best Film Ever Made by a Human Being.
And the winner is none other than my
Best Bud, Nick Reve!
Amid thunderous applause Nick bounds on the stage and accepts
an Oscar from Chad. He stands grinning like an idiot as the
applause continues.
INT. THE SET. DAY
MS Nick, still wrapped in thought, his lips starting to form
the same idiotic smile. MS Nicole. The camera DOLLIES slowly
into her face, now tinged with a slight uneasiness.
INT. A CHEAP RESTAURANT
Wide shot at the counter. Nicole stands facing a large bald
man with his back to the camera. She is wearing a cheap pink
waitress uniform and has her hair under a hairnet.
MAN:
Had any experience?
NICOLE:
I was an actress for a while.
She pulls her headshot out of her shoulder bag and hands it
to the man with a hopeful smile. He flips over the headshot
and looks at her credits with confused annoyance.
MAN:
Yeah, but can you cook a hamburger?
NICOLE:
(doubtfully)
Probably.
INT. THE SET. DAY
MS Nicole. She jerks her head slightly in response to this
moment of thought.
CU the stopwatch, showing fifteen seconds have passed.
MS Wolf. The camera begins a slow DOLLY into his CU.
INT. WANDA'S APT. DAY
Wolf stands like Thor in the middle of the Red Set, his arms
crossed over his chest, his jaw set in determination. Smoke
billows around him. At his feet, dressed in Nicole's wedding
gown, Wanda sobs hysterically.
WANDA:
Wolf, I'm sorry! Please forgive me!
I love you, Wolf! Please! Give me
one more chance. Let me prove it! I
love you! I love you, Wolf!
Wolf remains unmoved for a long moment. Finally he reaches
out with a forgiving smile and pats Wanda's head.
INT. THE SET. DAY
MS Wolf. He glances furtively at Wanda with a trace of hope
still in his eyes.
MS Wanda, looking off. The camera DOLLIES into her CU.
This is the same hotel room from Part Two, in which we saw
Nicole and Chad Palomino. At the moment Wanda and Chad lie
panting in the sweat-soaked sheets.
WANDA:
What I love about you, Chad, is you're
not afraid of my power.
CHAD:
Oh God, Wanda! I love your power.
It's like an afferdesiac to me!
INT. THE SET. DAY
MS Wanda. She shifts slightly and glances quickly around
her. Her smile is tinged with the hint of sexual pleasure.
MS the Gaffer, frowning, absorbed in thought. The camera
DOLLIES into a CU of him.
INT. A CHEAP RESTAURANT. DAY
Suddenly, a CU of an incredibly beautiful hamburger being
placed in a toasted bun on a gleaming white oval plate. A
hand places a garnish of parsley on it then carries the plate
to the lunch counter. Camera PANS to reveal the GAFFER sitting
on the stool. He picks up the hamburger and takes a huge
bite out of it. This shot holds for quite some time as he
continues to chew.
INT. THE SET. DAY
MS The Gaffer. A hopeful, delicious smile spreading over his
face.
CU the Sound man's stopwatch, the giant second hand showing
twenty seconds have passed.
MS Cora. She gazes serenely out before her.
INT. NURSING HOME. DAY
In the pale afternoon light, Cora stands in the middle of
her drab, barren room. She appears to be staring at the door.
Suddenly she begins striding toward it. Effortlessly, easily,
Nick still stands at the podium with his Oscar.
NICK:
In closing I'd like to say to all
the people who told me not to make
this movie, who wouldn't meet with
me or return a simple phone call. To
my favorite professor at Film School
whose parting advice to me was to
take a job teaching at a women's
college. To Delores DelSporto, the
girl I loved in high school who left
me for a Jr. Varsity football player:
to all these people I'd like to say
thank you but I can't because what I
really feel like saying is go fu --
!!
INT. THE SET. DAY
MS Nick, his head and body jerking in a sudden spasm. He
finishes the last word of his speech in a choked whisper and
the Sound man frowns hard at him.
CU the Sound man's stopwatch showing twenty-five seconds
have passed. The camera stays on the watch until the final
five seconds have elapsed.
SOUND:
And, that's a cut on room tone.
The room erupts with activity. Everyone moves and talks at
once. Nick whispers something to Nicole then runs off.
WANDA:
OK, strike the set. Props! Art
Department! Redress for Scene thirty-
one. Let's go! Right away people!
Nick! Nick! Anyone seen Nick?!
WS the set. Suddenly the fake door closes right into the
lens, turning the frame completely BLACK.
END CREDITS.
THE END:
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