FADE IN:

                                  HILARY
                        What's this?

                                  LAWRENCE
                        This is my attempt to start a
                        blog entry like a screenplay.  Bear
                        with me.  The formatting is all fucked
                        up.  I'm bored at work.

                                  HILARY
                        You didn't get answer all my points
                        in my last email.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Yeah, I know.  Some points make me
                        madder than others.  Wait, this
                        isn't even the way you're supposed
                        to start a script.

              EXT. FERRIS WHEEL - DAY

              Two people, LAWRENCE (24), of dubious complexion and HILARY
              (33) of a phsyical form yet undetermined, sit in the middle
              of the sky.

                                  HILARY
                        You put us in a ferris wheel?
                        That's adorable.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Shutup.  I'm not adorable.  I'm
                        dangerous.  I'm the fucking
                        unshethed knife.

              DAVE looks back from his position on the wheel.  The bench in
              front of Hilary and Lawrence.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        So I'm doing this to try and think
                        visually all the time.  Film is a
                        visual medium.  I can't just
                        describe how something is or how I
                        feel, I have to say it or create
                        some action for it.  That was the
                        biggest problem I had with how I
                        told the story in that treatment.
                        I just let be known so much shit.
                        And that's fine for most forms of
                        storytelling and it's my right as
                        the author to do so but it takes
                        extra work to translate that to the
                        page.  It'll be one of the things
                        that stop me up when I'm doing
                        pages.

                                  HILARY
                        Can I change my shape at will since
                        I'm of
                            (affects goofy voice)
                        undetermined physical form.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        What?

                                  HILARY
                        I want to be a bird.  Let me be
                        one.  I'll respond to you if I'm a
                        bird.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Fine, you're a bird.

              Hilary becomes a bright blue bird.  She sits on Lawrence's
              shoulder.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Happy?

                                  HILARY
                        Very.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        See, now I had to just make the
                        descision that in this world birds
                        can talk.  Otherwise you would've
                        tweeted.

                                  HILARY
                        Well thanks man.  Good show with
                        the talking thing.

              Hilary hops to Lawrence's head and starts making a nest in
              his bushy hair.

                                  HILARY (CONT'D)
                        So basically this scene is just
                        practice and nothing of importance
                        is going to be exchanged between
                        us?

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Well, in a way yes.  But I'm sure
                        I'll be able to take this form and
                        work it into our usual email
                        discourse.  It's just important
                        that I do this for now.  I know the
                        files are larger and I know I have
                        to put words in your beak but I'm
                        sure you won't mind.  Even if it's
                        totally off reality.  This is the
                        character Hilary. Afterall you are
                        a bird.

                                  HILARY
                        What's Dave doing over there?

                                  LAWRENCE
                        I haven't figured that out yet.  I
                        don't really know that character
                        very well.  He'd be fun to make up
                        though.  Trying to affect the voice
                        and manner to do him the justice
                        you do him.  But I just put him in
                        cause this ferris wheel thing is
                        kind of oddly date like and I
                        didn't want it too seem that way.

              Hilary makes herself comfortable in the nest she's built.

                                  HILARY
                        Yeah don't worry about Dave.  He
                        thinks this is all very amusing.
                        He's not the jealous type anyway.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Yeah but in my scene he's whatever
                        I want.

              Dave stands up and lunges back at Lawrence's bench.  Hilary
              flies into the air startled.  Dave narrowly misses his mark
              and falls.

              But suddenly Dave morphs into a mechanical owl complete with
              rocket wings.  He hovers in front of them.

                                  HILARY
                        I wouldn't've gone with the whole
                        mechanical thing.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        No shut up, Owl's are cool.  Robot
                        owl's are even cooler.

                                  DAVE
                        Yeah, look I have eye-lasers!

              Just then a door in the sky opens up.  DAWN (24), small and
              blonde with horn-rimmed glassed, jumps onto Lawrence and
              Hilary's bench, shaking it wildly.

                                  DAWN
                        Hey Duder, what the fuck am I doing
                        in this scene?

              Lawrence immediately vomits.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        I just wrote Duder.  I haven't
                        heard her call me that in like
                        three months.  I used to hate it
                        when she called me that.

                                  DAWN
                        Yeah you really fucked everything
                        up with that one.  Now look.
                        Sitting in a converted conference
                        room doing stupid accounting all
                        day when you could be in Arizona
                        making love to me.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Don't start that.  We weren't good
                        at love.  I don't need some
                        character butting into my lovely
                        conversation with the bird people
                        and telling me I made mistake.  I'm
                        aware.  Mistakes are like my
                        fucking career!

                                  HILARY
                        Okay, hold on.  I haven't been on
                        the page in like at least a minute
                        or two.  You're being baggered by
                        Dawn and Dave's got some kind of
                        lasers waiting for you.  Why are
                        you so hard on yourself?  No one
                        would bagger you about your
                        choices.  Everyone cares about you.

                                  DAWN
                        That's why I bagger him.  But I'm
                        also angry at you for disappearing
                        like that, Cross.

              Hilary and Dave give each other a look and fly away.

              Lawrence loses his phsyical shape.  He becomes a block of
              clay.  Dawn puts her fingers in his face.  Making eyebrows.

                                  DAWN
                        I only know what your eyebrows look
                        like.  Isn't that sad?  You sent me
                        a picture of one eye and one
                        eyebrow when you were taking a
                        thousand tiny pictures of your
                        body.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Yeah, I remember.  I was building a
                        Web Golem.  A man made out of
                        thousands of images.
                        I think it was just to impress you
                        and use those grainy little digital
                        cameras they gave us on the John
                        Edward show for something.

                                  DAWN
                        I liked the idea.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Yeah.  The thing with thousands of
                        images is you basically have to
                        take 10 a day for 4 months to get a
                        thousand.

                                  DAWN
                        No the idea was that you never
                        finished building the Golem.  It
                        wasn't about that.  It was about
                        the idea that flesh always gave way
                        to more flesh, detail to more
                        detail.

              Dawn shapes Lawrence's ears and puts little earring in each.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Don't do that.  That was a lie.
                        The earrings.

                                  DAWN
                        Oh.  Sorry.
                            (beat)
                        You wanna know a secret about how I
                        pictured you?  I really tried hard
                        to give you flaws.  Make you more
                        realistic.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Really?  Why?  I never picture you
                        realistically.

                                  DAWN
                        It was like a daiy exercise.  It's
                        too easy to imagine a Goth Brad
                        Pitt.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Johnny Depp.

                                  DAWN
                            (laughs)
                        Right.  But I was totally ready for
                        like, I donno, Judd Nelson or
                        somebody.  You know?  I would've
                        been just fine with Judd Nelson.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        You would never have said Judd
                        Nelson.  I wrote that all wrong.

                                  DAWN
                        He's the brat back guy right?
                        Yeah, Judd fucking Nelson.  I
                        would've screw you to the wall man.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Great.  Well I'm sexier than he is.
                        I'm sure you wouldn't've minded
                        what I look like.

              Dawn runs her fingers over the clay of his lips.

                                  LAWRENCE (CONT'D)
                        But I didn't want to be too myself.
                        I was having fun in the character's
                        skin.  It got me out of my own.

              Dawn closes her eyes.

              Lawrence's body briefly becomes his real form.  Broken face
              and all.

              Dawn doesn't notice the change.

              She rubs her hand softly over his swollen redness, his thick
              stubble.  She plays with his earringless earlobes.  Smiles.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        I should've told you.  I should've
                        said something.  Even if you hated
                        me forever.  I should've at least
                        given her the truth so she doesn't
                        have to wonder.  Hilary was right.

              Hilary flies back into view, wearing Dave's rocket wings.

                                  HILARY
                        What what?

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Do you know she thinks he left
                        because she told him she loved him?

                                  HILARY
                        Yeah, I inferred that from the
                        story.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        What if that screws her up?  Makes
                        her less willing to fall in love
                        next time?  I don't want to screw
                        anyone up.  Especially not her.

              Hilary becomes human again.  Climbs into the bench between
              the couple.

                                  HILARY
                        Dude.  You affected her from three
                        thousand miles away.  That's more
                        than most people can say about the
                        people right around them.  You got
                        power.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        I don't want power.  I want Dawn.

                                  HILARY
                        Yeah.  Hell, you've talked about
                        her so much, I almost want her.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Sorry.  Sometimes I think this
                        screenplay idea is just so I can
                        grieve her loss.  Or maybe I've
                        feeling the loss so much because
                        I'm thinking about the story.  I
                        should just write it and move on
                        with my life.  Clear up, move out
                        and find me someone new to love.

                                  HILARY
                        Eh.  You could do that.  But I want
                        you to be with Dawn.  What about
                        true love?

                                  DAWN
                        It's still true love.  It was just
                        never consumated.  Well...it was.
                        It.

                                  HILARY
                        Yeah, we know.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        That's not something Dawn would
                        say.  I donno, maybe it is.  But
                        it's my idea.  That love can exist
                        without the people ever finding a
                        way to be together.  It's so
                        fatalist.

                                  DAWN
                        Girls aren't going to like that
                        idea.

                                  HILARY
                        No.  Girls want more romance than
                        that.

                                  LAWRENCE
                        Well.  Fuck.  Fine, I'll romance
                        her when I get the stones to even
                        talk to her again the first place.
                        I'll tell her the truth.

                                  HILARY
                        Truth is very romantic.

              The three romantics sit in silence for a moment.

                                  HILARY (CONT'D)
                        Okay, I'll leave you two to talk it
                        out.

              Hilary jumps into the air and turns into a bird again.  Flies
              off.

              Lawrence and Dawn are alone together.

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