Please Stand By Page #5

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I'm always amazed by how easy

it is for some people

to be able to handle it all.

(footsteps)

Miss?

Miss?

I'm sorry,

but I need to close up.

Do you have any place to go?

Paramount Pictures.

Can I wait outside for the bus

to Los Angeles?

Well, I can't stop you.

But you be careful, okay?

I am careful.

I don't walk when the sign says,

"Don't walk", and...

I only crossed

Market Street one time.

Okay.

Go into bathroom.

Take a shower.

There is no shower.

That's okay.

It's okay to skip once,

but not twice.

Madeline said so.

I've got to change.

I need to buy a ticket

to Los Angeles, please.

That'll be 22 dollars.

That's not going

to be enough money.

It's $7.52, I counted it.

- Next.

- But it's almost enough.

I need to get

to Los Angeles today

because today is

the contest deadline.

$7.52 is not enough, I know,

but is there some way that...

Next customer, please.

Can it be enough?

Please.

Just for today?

You're holding up the line.

Ticket Agent:
Let's keep moving.

Any news?

Where do you get on

the Lankershim bus?

That her?

Do you know where you get on

the Lankershim bus?

That's her.

Hey, miss?

Miss?

Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Back in, back in, back in.

All right, all right.

(police siren)

(panicked breathing)

Wendy.

Policeman:
Wendy.

Wendy, come out.

We won't hurt you.

- I think she's in there.

- Just, just...

You'll spook her, okay?

Wendy.

Wendy!

(speaking in Klingon)

(answering in Klingon)

Hey, man, what language is that?

Forget about it, Doyle.

It's nothing, okay?

I didn't know you spoke

a foreign language, bro.

What was that?

Klingon, all right?

- Damn!

- Shut up, Doyle.

(speaking in Klingon)

Yes, I speak English.

They found her!

She's at a police station

in downtown L.A.

Sam!

Policeman:

So, what happens next?

Spock starts to experience

the pon farr.

On top of everything else

he's going through?

Yes.

And all of his emotions

rise to the surface

and they start

tearing him apart,

and he has to figure out

how to control them.

That's amazing.

That's amazing!

But I'm not going to make it.

There's still

over 100 pages missing.

Oh, Wendy.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I've been so worried about you.

(sound of kazoo)

(sound of kazoo)

Oh, God, we were worried

sick about you!

What did we say

about crossing Market Street?

I'm not allowed to cross Market

Street under any circumstances.

We found your script.

We can still make it.

(in Klingon) Qapla', Wendy.

(in Klingon) Qapla', Frank, yaS.

Hey, I really liked your script.

Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah, I mean,

it was really good.

When Spock has to

travel back in time

with the Elixir of Light

to save everyone,

he sees all these people

that he loves die, right?

Even Kirk.

And he wants to save

all of them, too, but he can't,

because he knows

they died for something good.

I really think it could win.

You need to get over.

(sighs)

(whispering)

Did you get that peanut butter

and jelly sandwich

that I left you?

I missed you a lot.

Mom, it's right here.

Turn here.

There it is!

Stop the car!

- Wendy! Stop!

- Go, Wendy!

No, let her go.

She'll be okay.

I can't walk.

(pedestrian signal beeping)

Tour guide:
Everyone stay

in the group, please.

Now, over here is the soundstage

where they shot "Indiana Jones."

Excuse me.

Do you know where

Building 1500 is?

Yeah, it's just up

and to the right.

(office equipment

whirring and sorting)

Where are you going?

I need to drop off my script.

Ah, yeah, you can't

drop that off here.

"Your script must be received

by February 16th at 5:00 pm."

Yes, and we only accept

entries by mail.

Okay?

But this is the mailroom.

Look...

We don't accept

personal deliveries.

All scripts must be

postmarked and mailed.

No exceptions, okay?

(whispering)

Piece of sh*t...

Do you know how hard it is

to write something?

Do you know how hard it is

to write something?

Do you know how hard it is

to write something?

Do you know how hard it is

to write something?

All the thinking and planning

and re-writing of everything

you already wrote

for somebody else to read?

All the nights and days

spent thinking?

Thinking about

the right words to say...

thinking about the best way

to say them?

Because the story you wanna tell

means so much to you?

All those people that

wrote those scripts,

somebody's going to read them.

And I just want a chance!

Just like everyone else got!

Somebody call security.

Do you know who I am?

What did you just say?

Do you know who I am?

No.

Good.

Hey!

Hey, stop!

Thanks.

(sound of kazoo)

(sound of kazoo)

(sound of kazoo)

(kazoos intermingling)

So did it get in?

Scottie:
Oh, Wendy!

Wendy, you did it!

Oh, my God!

- Thank you.

- Oh, yeah.

Audrey:
Bye.

I'm so proud of you.

You turned in that script

all by yourself.

You said you wanted

to show them...

and you did.

But I wanted to show you.

Yeah.

My iPod was stolen.

I'll get you a new one.

You will?

I'd really appreciate that.

Wendy, I've been thinking...

And...

I've been trying

to figure out...

what Mom would have

wanted for us.

Well, Mom's dead.

So, she doesn't want

anything anymore.

Wendy:
"'Come on, Captain.

We can do this together.

Don't give up now.'

Their final moment had come.

There was no going back.

With his dying breath,

Kirk lifts his visor.

Spock looks into his friend's

eyes for the last time.

Kirk knows it is time

to set Spock free.

Free to find his human heart.

The End."

(whispering)

Epilogue.

Everything would be okay.

Scottie had said so.

But where was

that tiny speck of light

traveling through the universe?

Different from the others...

hoping to get where it's going?

To where it belongs?

Wendy:

"Dear Wendy...

Thank you for

submitting your script

to the 'Star Trek: To Boldly Go

Writing Competition.'"

I've been reading your script.

You're an excellent writer.

You really are.

Thank you, Scottie.

You're welcome, Wendy.

Wendy:
"We are writing

to thank you

for sharing your story with us.

We are thrilled with the talent

and hard work

that you have displayed."

Wendy:

This is for you.

Jeez, thanks.

Nemo:
Uh, hey...

Did you ever turn your script

into the contest?

When will you find out

if you've won?

Soon.

- Fingers crossed.

- Fingers crossed.

Wendy:
"Unfortunately,

your script was not selected

as one of the winners...

But please do not

be discouraged.

Never stop writing...

Never stop telling your story.

We hope to read

more of your work someday.

Until then...

live long and prosper."

Hi, Ruby.

Can I hold her, please?

(barking)

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