Nurse Betty Page #36

WESLEY:

Man, you have got to get some therapy.

CHARLIE:

I said 'got it?'

116.

WESLEY:

... yeah, I got it.

(struggling)

Come on, you're stretching out my vest...

CHARLIE:

You made your point...

(drops him)

I was wrong.

He carefully folds the paper, pockets the photo and

straightens his clothing. He straps on his holster and

checks his weapon for emphasis.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

Now, get yourself ready.

129 INT. MOTEL BATHROOM - DAY 129

Wesley gathering his gear through the open door. Charlie

stands looking at himself in the mirror. Touches at the gray

in his hair. As an afterthought, he tosses on a splash of

cologne.

130 OMIT 130

131 INT. SOUNDSTAGE - DAY 131

George leads Betty past several standing sets and into the

'operating room' as CREW MEMBERS buzz around. Betty walks

with her eyes closed and holding George's hand.

GEORGE:

Just a little further... come on...

George stops and puts both hands over Betty's eyes. He looks

about expectantly and then uncovers them with a flourish.

GEORGE (cont'd)

Surprise!

Betty stares, slowly trying to take in her new surroundings.

It looks like Loma Vista, but something is different. Odd.

Cameras, lights, etc. - all the apparatus of a TV show - are

in plain sight... And very disorienting.

BETTY:

Oh my gosh...I didn't know I was going to

meet your friends today...I dressed a

little casual.

117.

He leads her to a taped mark on the floor as CAST MEMBERS

appear, including JASMINE and BLAKE DANIELS.

GEORGE:

That's cute...listen, you got the part,

and I'm directing. You've only got four

lines today, so I thought I'd just spring

it on you. No blocking or anything, just

stand near the nurse's station... we're

gonna do a quick walk-through. Alright?

He kisses her cheek and walks off toward the waiting Lyla

before she can respond.

VOICE (O.S.)

Quiet on the set!

GEORGE:

Traffic was terrible...

LYLA:

No, that's fine, we've only got seventy

pages to shoot...take your time.

A STAGE MANAGER hands Betty a set of sides and an on-set

COSTUMER tries to fit her.

BETTY:

Excuse me. What are you doing?

STAGE MANAGER:

We'll get you into hair and make-up after

this, just put this on...

The other actors take their positions. Lyla watches from

behind the cameras as David readies himself. Chloe enters the

set with Kleenex tucked into the neck of her costume.

CHLOE:

(to Betty)

Hi. I hear you're great. Good luck...

BETTY:

What are you doing here? David...

GEORGE:

Your lines'll are in the script, but you

can ad lib.

BETTY:

Ad lib?

118.

GEORGE:

In fact, I want you to ad lib, that's the

magic I'm after. I wanna give a whole

new feel to the show.

She's sliding toward a complete meltdown.

VOICE:

Slate it!

George steps back behind the cameras. Betty's still frozen

to her spot, overwhelmed.

GEORGE:

Just do what you've been doing. Watch

the scene and on your cue take off from

there.

VOICE:

5-4-3-2...

Chloe and Blake run through their lines lifelessly, then stop

when they get to Betty's cue. Their faces loom around her

menacingly. Staring. The lights are impossibly bright.

People begin to shuffle and stare at one another. Lyla clears

her throat as George bounds on stage, still smiling.

GEORGE:

Betty?

CHLOE:

Are you all right?

BLAKE:

(to Chloe)

I think you stepped on my first line...

CHLOE:

... I was talking to her.

(to Betty)

Do you need anything...?

She's freezing up. George approaches her.

GEORGE:

Betty, I thought this would be the best

way. You know, throw you into it...

LYLA:

What the hell's going on?

GEORGE:

If you need a minute, that's okay. But I

thought you'd want to--

119.

BETTY:

David, I don't... Can we talk privately

for a second?

GEORGE:

Stop calling me David. We're on set, for

Christ's sake, you don't have to call me

David here.

Rate this script:3.0 / 1 vote