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THE CINEPHILE

A Short Screenplay

By Stephen Bittrich

 

 

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Copyright © 2002,
by Stephen Bittrich
(Draft: August, 2002)


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                                   "THE CINEPHILE"

                                 By Stephen Bittrich

                                                                FADE IN:

            INT. BIG APPLE VIDEOS - EVENING

            CLOSE UP on EMPLOYEE BADGE which reads:  "Big Apple Videos,  
            Employee of the Month, Jimmy D."  

                                JIMMY D
                      I can't say it's a great movie, but if
                      you're on a Brando kick...this is a sexy
                      little film.

            PULL BACK TO REVEAL movie enthusiast, JIMMY D, who is giving
            intimate movie advice to a PRETTY FEMALE CUSTOMER.  In his
            hand a copy of REFLECTIONS IN A GOLDEN EYE.

                                PRETTY FEMALE CUSTOMER
                          (not looking him in the eye)
                      Oh...okay.

                                JIMMY D
                          (secretly)
                      Originally, the role of Major Penderton
                      was going to go to Montgomery Clift, but
                      he died of a heart attack before they
                      started filming in '66.  
                          (mini beat)
                      And...take note...directed by John
                      Huston, so...hey...

                                PRETTY FEMALE CUSTOMER
                      Okay, thank you...so...then you don't
                      have DUDE, WHERE'S MY CAR?

            The PHONE RINGS.  CLOSE UP on EMPLOYEE BADGE which reads: 
            "Big Apple Video, Manager, Hanz."

            The store manager, HANZ, a Chinese guy with a German accent,
            picks up the phone.

                                HANZ
                      Ja, Big Apple Video.  Okay...Last Tango
                      in Paris...222 Vest 66...

            Down the video aisle, Jimmy D pokes his head around the
            shelf.  BOING!  That's "Her" address!

                                HANZ (cont'd)
                      ...apartment number?  Ja.  Okay, I have
                      someone right over dere.

            Hanz hangs up the phone.  HANZ'S POV, as he looks to TED, the
            slacker delivery guy who is nose is deep into the latest
            issue of "Danger Girl" comic book.  

                                HANZ (cont'd)
                      Ted, I got a...
                          (beat)
                      ...Ted?

            Ted is totally oblivious.  But before HANZ can figure out
            whether this pisses him off or not, Jimmy D ZIPS INTO FRAME
            with a copy of LAST TANGO IN PARIS in hand.

                                JIMMY D
                      I got it boss.

            And ZIP, he's gone.

            ANGLE ON Hanz thinking--"Jeez, what the hell just happened?"

            CLOSE UP on "Danger Girl" comic.  Ted peaks his eyes over the
            top.

            EXT. ALLEY OUTSIDE THE VIDEO STORE - EVENING

            Jimmy D rockets over to Ted's delivery bike, which is way too
            small, like a child's bike with mirrors.

            CLOSE UP of rear view mirror.  In the reflection Jimmy D
            purposefully tousles his hair, mumbling...

                                JIMMY D
                      Say hey, Ms. Summers...I see you took my
                      advice about Last Tango...sweet.

            He speeds off on the bike.

            EXT. NEW YORK MONTAGE - EVENING

            Funky, quick shots of Jimmy D traveling on bike through New
            York City.  MUSIC:  think witch traveling on broom music from
            WIZARD OF OZ, except friendlier!

            Past the FLAT IRON BUILDING...

            ...past the EMPIRE STATE BUILDING...

            ...past the CHRYSLER BUILDING...

            ...past a wall of lunching constructions workers...

            ...and finally "Her" building.  Jimmy D runs inside leaving
            the bike on the street as if he's lived in Smalltown, USA his
            whole life...as if he'd never heard his mother say, "Whatta
            you live in a barn"...as if...well, you get the picture.

            INT. OUTSIDE FAWN MEADOW'S APARTMENT DOOR - EVENING

            CLOSE UP Jimmy's finger pressing the door buzzer.

            FAWN MEADOWS answers the door, wearing a provocative smile
            and an equally provocative frock.  MUSIC:  70's porno music
            (or Shaft-esque theme).

                                FAWN
                      Well, hello stranger.

                                JIMMY D
                      Good evening, Ms. Meadows.

                                FAWN
                      Don't be silly.  Call me Fawn.

                                JIMMY D
                      Fawn..."le film."

                                FAWN
                      Come in.

            INT. INSIDE FAWN'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

            Jimmy D sheepishly enters, dabs the sweat from his forehead
            with his handkerchief.

                                FAWN
                      Are you...hot?  

                                JIMMY D
                      Well, yes, I am feeling a tad peaked.

                                FAWN
                      Let me get you something cool to drink.

                                JIMMY D
                      Gracias.

                                FAWN
                          (briefly brushing his chest)
                      It's good to have a man around. 
                      Actually, I'm having a little problem in
                      the bathroom.  Maybe I could get you to
                      snake out a clog in my pipes?

                                JIMMY D
                      I-I could give it a whirl.

                                FAWN
                      Through there.
                          (she points to the bedroom)
                      I'm having some of my girlfriends over to
                      watch the movie.  You're invited.  You
                      must regale us with your intimate
                      knowledge of "le cinema."

            She goes into the kitchen.

            BOING!  YES!  His porno movie fantasy lives!

            INT. INSIDE FAWN'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

            Into the bedroom he goes--notices the aforementioned bathroom
            door ajar.  Sexy tie me up bed-posts, turned down covers. 
            Aromatic mood candles already lit on the bedside table. 
            Then...

            ...also there on the bedside table...

            ...BING!  SNAPSHOT of magazine 1) CHICKS WITH DICKS REVIEW...

            ...BING!  SNAPSHOT of magazine 2) TRANSVESTITE BI-MONTHLY...

            ...BING!  SNAPSHOT of magazine 3) SEX CHANGE QUARTERLY
            featuring on the cover a picture of a sleazy back-alley
            surgeon holding a big ass pair of shears.

            CLOSE UP of JIMMY D, horrified.  

            HIS POV of the bedroom door, which looks into living room,
            slightly cracked open.  

            MOVING WITH HIM, we sneak toward the door, open it a crack
            more, peer left, then right, and are about to make our escape
            when...

            ...the DOORBELL RINGS.

                                FAWN 
                          (passing into view on her way
                           to the door)
                      That'll be the girls.

            REVERSE ANGLE of Jimmy D looking through the crack of the
            door.  Trapped!  He must now have sex with a group of...well,
            granted, very beautiful...transvestites.

            If only there were some way out...some little...

            ...the window!

            INT. FAWN'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

            Fawn opens the door.  It is her transvestite neighbor,
            Estelle, dressed to the nines.  If you passed Estelle on the
            street, you would NOT mistake her for a woman.

                                FAWN (cont'd)
                      Howdy, neighbor.

                                ESTELLE
                      Lemme ass you, did you get my mail again? 
                      I missing my magazines.

                                FAWN
                      Yes, that's like the third time this
                      week.  Just a sec.

            EXT. OUTSIDE OF BUILDING 10 STORIES HIGH - CONTINUOUS

            USING TOTALLY SAFE CINEMATIC TRICKS(!), Jimmy D is closing
            the window from the other side.  Inside, we see Fawn picking
            up the magazines, but Jimmy D is too busy hanging on for dear
            life, as the traffic honks far below.

            Hand over hand, tries to make his way to next window.  

            INT. FAWN'S LIVING ROOM - EVENING

            Fawn hands Estelle her magazines.

                                FAWN
                      There you go, Estelle.  
                          (winking slightly)
                      Very interesting reading.

                                ESTELLE
                      If I could only be half the woman you
                      are...

                                FAWN
                      Oh stop.

            In the background the elevator DINGS and the BEVY OF
            GIRLFRIENDS have arrived.  They are all bouncy and beautiful
            in assorted ethnic flavors.

                                FAWN (cont'd)
                      Oh hi, girls.  Come on in.

                                ESTELLE
                      Good night.

                                FAWN
                      Good night.

            EXT. OUTSIDE FAWN'S BEDROOM WINDOW - EVENING

            We see the girls' pajama party.  They're all on the bed
            eating popcorn, snuggling up, and watching the movie, as we
            pan right, Jimmy D's hands are on the ledge climbing to next
            window as we pan further we see...

            EXT. OUTSIDE ESTELLE'S BEDROOM WINDOW - CONTINUOUS

            Estelle is sitting on her bed with her fluffy dog, PRINCESS,
            a box of tissues, watching TV. 

            INT. ESTELLE'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

            The camera continues inside Estelle's bedroom.  She is
            emotionally invested in the t.v.--

                                ESTELLE
                          (teary eyed)
                      As God is my witness, I'll never be
                      hungry again...

            She hears the window open.

            Jimmy D is falling through the window.  There is a moment,
            then...

                                ESTELLE (cont'd)
                          (crossing herself)
                      Gracias, Jesus.

                                                               FADE OUT.
           

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