Disney Did It Draft 1 by Paul Reynolds and Adam Frith
DISNEY DID IT (For any act) Written by Paul Reynolds and Adam Frith
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INT. KITCHEN. DAY A cigarette taps on the edge of an ashtray. SARAH (30), sits at a table in pyjamas and takes a long, anxious drag. She closes her eyes and rubs her temples as her leg shakes nervously under the table. A loud BANG sounds and she jumps. RICKY (O.S.) God damn it! One fucking pen. That’s all I’m asking. Ricky (30), scruffy looking with food stains on his T-shirt, clumsily rummages and slams his way through kitchen drawers. SARAH How do you know it’ll work? Ricky pulls a drawer out, empties the contents on the floor and sifts through old mail on his knees. RICKY Because, it’s science. Trust me. SARAH But what if the meteor lands here and squishes us? Ricky rolls his eyes, sighs and gets to his feet. RICKY Are you high already? The TV said it’s gonna land in the ocean. Sarah stubs out one cigarette and lights up another. SARAH Well, if it’s hitting the ocean, why are we worrying? Ricky groans and claws at his face. He glances at the floor and spots a red pencil crayon. His eyes widen, excited. RICKY Ah-ha! Bingo! Ricky rushes over to the table and scrawls something down on a piece of paper with his pencil crayon. SARAH This is so dumb! Ricky’s eyes remain fixed on the note he’s writing.
2. RICKY If it’s so dumb, how come Walt Disney did it? Sarah’s face contorts with confusion. SARAH Disney did it? Like, the cartoons? Ricky nods earnestly. Ricky taps his cranium. RICKY Yeah. I’ve always told you I know things. Think about it. Sarah looks painfully confused as Ricky mumbles under his breath and proofreads his letter. He smiles. Perfect.
RICKY
INT. GARAGE. DAY Ricky sticky-tapes a note to the lid of a large chest freezer. Sarah watches - a bottle of blue liquid in her hand. SARAH What if the power dies? Ricky laughs in a patronising manor. RICKY You poor thing. Electrictiy doesn’t die, Sarah. People do. Now, drink. He gestures at the bottle of blue liquid. Sarah stares at him then reluctantly removes the cap and swigs half of it. SARAH I wish we had real gear for this. She hands Ricky the bottle. He drinks the remainder, opens the freezer door and climbs inside. He holds out his hand. SARAH Ricky, I’m scared. RICKY I know. Just trust me. I love you. Sarah smiles and joins him in the freezer. Ricky closes the lid, revealing his note: “Dear people in the future, we are servivers of the meatyor. Pleas unfreeze us. Ricky + Sarah.”
[email protected] 07931 923 673
INT. KITCHEN. DAY A cigarette taps on the edge of an ashtray. SARAH (30), sits at a table in pyjamas and takes a long, anxious drag. She closes her eyes and rubs her temples as her leg shakes nervously under the table. A loud BANG sounds and she jumps. RICKY (O.S.) God damn it! One fucking pen. That’s all I’m asking. Ricky (30), scruffy looking with food stains on his T-shirt, clumsily rummages and slams his way through kitchen drawers. SARAH How do you know it’ll work? Ricky pulls a drawer out, empties the contents on the floor and sifts through old mail on his knees. RICKY Because, it’s science. Trust me. SARAH But what if the meteor lands here and squishes us? Ricky rolls his eyes, sighs and gets to his feet. RICKY Are you high already? The TV said it’s gonna land in the ocean. Sarah stubs out one cigarette and lights up another. SARAH Well, if it’s hitting the ocean, why are we worrying? Ricky groans and claws at his face. He glances at the floor and spots a red pencil crayon. His eyes widen, excited. RICKY Ah-ha! Bingo! Ricky rushes over to the table and scrawls something down on a piece of paper with his pencil crayon. SARAH This is so dumb! Ricky’s eyes remain fixed on the note he’s writing.
2. RICKY If it’s so dumb, how come Walt Disney did it? Sarah’s face contorts with confusion. SARAH Disney did it? Like, the cartoons? Ricky nods earnestly. Ricky taps his cranium. RICKY Yeah. I’ve always told you I know things. Think about it. Sarah looks painfully confused as Ricky mumbles under his breath and proofreads his letter. He smiles. Perfect.
RICKY
INT. GARAGE. DAY Ricky sticky-tapes a note to the lid of a large chest freezer. Sarah watches - a bottle of blue liquid in her hand. SARAH What if the power dies? Ricky laughs in a patronising manor. RICKY You poor thing. Electrictiy doesn’t die, Sarah. People do. Now, drink. He gestures at the bottle of blue liquid. Sarah stares at him then reluctantly removes the cap and swigs half of it. SARAH I wish we had real gear for this. She hands Ricky the bottle. He drinks the remainder, opens the freezer door and climbs inside. He holds out his hand. SARAH Ricky, I’m scared. RICKY I know. Just trust me. I love you. Sarah smiles and joins him in the freezer. Ricky closes the lid, revealing his note: “Dear people in the future, we are servivers of the meatyor. Pleas unfreeze us. Ricky + Sarah.”
