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WRITING EXCERPT: "CRACKING DOCTOR
MERRYWEATHER"
EXT.
HOUSE - NIGHT
The
large, attractive home is dark as Robert steers his car into
the driveway. Tiredly walking to the front door, Robert
unlocks it.
INT.
HALLWAY - NIGHT
Taking his first steps inside, Robert nearly trips. Turning
on the hall light, he looks down and sees a pair of
Carolyn'S high heels lying in front of him. Grunting, Robert
picks them up and continues down the hall.
INT.
KITCHEN - NIGHT
Robert turns on the light, and picks up a note that's lying
on the dinette table.
INSERT NOTE
In a
frivolous, almost teenage-style of writing, it reads: YOU
WERE LATE. WENT SHOPPING. CAROLYN. Several x's and hearts
are scrawled below the writing.
INT.
BEDROOM - NIGHT
Robert drops Carolyn's shoes onto the king size bed, then
sits down and takes off his own shoes. Picking up both
pairs, he opens a sliding glass door that reveals an
enormous walk-in closet. The floor, and each of the racks
over it, are covered from end to end with woman's shoes;
matched and mismatched, all piled on top of each other.
Robert surveys the mess for a moment, then drops the high
heels onto the heap. He then turns to a neatly kept shoe-bag
which contains several pairs of his own dress shoes, a pair
of slippers, and a pair of tennis shoes. Removing the
slippers, Robert puts the shoes he's just taken off into the
bag, then takes down a robe from a hanger. Glancing at the
mess once more, he shakes his head and closes the door.
INT.
BEDROOM - NIGHT
An
open book on his lap, Robert is sleeping in bed. A moment
later, CAROLYN MERRYWEATHER, a very attractive, sexy woman
quite younger than Robert, appears in the doorway. Carefully
putting the department store bags she is holding onto the
floor, Carolyn lays down next to Robert and gently kisses
him. Robert sleepily opens his eyes.
CAROLYN
Hi.
ROBERT
Carolyn,
where have you been?
CAROLYN
Shopping.
Didn't you see the note I
left?
ROBERT
I saw it,
but I thought you were
going to
fix me dinner tonight.
CAROLYN
You said
you'd be home by five. The
roast was
ready at six, and by seven-
thirty it was burnt.
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