Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Even More Medea

Here is the next section of the endless gabfest known as the Mass Medea screenplay.

Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here.

"Mass Medea"
An Original Screenplay

EXT. JANICE’S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
ESTABLISHING SHOT

There is a moving van parked outside Janice’s apartment building.

INT. JANICE’S APARTMENT - DAY

It is a week or two after the previous scene. Janice is in the living room taping up a box. She is dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt and has obviously been lugging stuff. Carol comes in the front door.
CAROL
Oh, good, I didn’t miss you.

JANICE
No, I’ll be here for quite some time. You don’t realize until you move just much crap you’ve got. Today has suddenly turned into an Ionesco play. I envision all my possessions clogging the subway and stopping the flow of rivers. Did you see George on the way up?

CAROL
I think he was having a massive coronary in the back of the moving van.

JANICE
Oh, good. I thought he had run off.

CAROL
(getting a little teary)
Anyway, I have to get back to work, but I just wanted to say goodbye.

JANICE
Carol, it’s not like I’m moving to Bora Bora. It’s only a few blocks. We’ll probably see each other just as often anyway.

CAROL
I know. I just liked the idea of having you around.
(pauses)
Wow. Your own apartment. Almost like a real grown up.

JANICE
I know. How scary is that?

CAROL
Anyway, I have to get back, but...

JANICE
Yeah.
They hug.
JANICE
I’ll call you. We’ll go out next weekend.

CAROL
That sounds good. Good luck!

JANICE
Thanks.
While Janice and Carol are hugging, George enters. He is wearing a ratty T-shirt, shorts, and a Giants baseball cap and has obviously been lugging a great many things.
GEORGE
Uh, oh. What am I intruding on?

JANICE
Nothing.

GEORGE
Should I make some Jell-O?

CAROL
Jell-O?

GEORGE
For you to wrestle in.

JANICE
(hitting him lightly)
Pig.

CAROL
Sorry to spoil your fantasy.

GEORGE
You’re not the first.

CAROL
Gotta run. Call me about next weekend. Take care, George.

GEORGE
Et tu.

Carol exits. George collapses into a chair.

GEORGE
Is there much more? I’m getting way too old for this.

JANICE
George, you’re 25.

GEORGE
I did have a mid-life crisis when I was 13. If there’s such a thing as predestination, well, I’m just saying...these could be my autumn years.

JANICE
Can I ask you a favor?

GEORGE
Does it involve carrying another box that contains what I can only assume is your gold ingot collection?

JANICE
No.

GEORGE
A complete set of the entire Lanthanide series of elements?

JANICE
Now I have no idea what you’re talking about.

GEORGE
Ah, Periodic Table humor.

JANICE
Periodic Table. Is that like an occasional table?

GEORGE
Waka waka. But my question is, what’s an occasional table when it’s not a table? Inquiring minds want to know.

JANICE
Well, was that fun for you, sweetie?

GEORGE
Ah, right. Your favor.

JANICE
Neal gave me my first feature assignment and I’ll be finished with it on Monday. Would you mind reading it and giving me some feedback before I give it to Neal?

GEORGE
Of course.

JANICE
Of course you’d mind, or...

GEORGE
Of course I’d be happy to read it, O Queen of Grammar.

JANICE
I want you to be completely honest and objective.

GEORGE
Naturally.

JANICE
I mean that. I don’t want you to think that...you know...just because we’re dating...

GEORGE
I won’t.

JANICE
I really want to get good at this. If you tell me it’s not good it will in no way mean less sex for you.

GEORGE
It’s good to not have that weighing on my mind.

JANICE
Anyway, speaking of weighing, another box for you.

GEORGE
Oy.
He struggles to his feet.
GEORGE
How come you don’t have any stuffed animals or dolls or anything like that? I could carry those.

JANICE
Well, George, part of it could be that I’m not 8 years old. Come on, the sooner we get done, the sooner I can...reward you in the way you like to be rewarded.

GEORGE
If I survive. I may need to use Viagra on my entire body.
He grabs the box and staggers out the door.

INT. RECEPTION AREA - DAY

The Cool Gadgets reception area, mid-morning. Terri is standing at her desk staring off to the left. George enters, carrying a large box.
GEORGE
This is getting to be a bad habit.
Janice runs past and opens the glass doors for him. He sets the box down in front of the elevator, where there are three others. He huffs for a moment, then hits the Elevator Down button. Janice is staring at him expectantly. George notices her staring at him.
GEORGE
(à la Timmy from Lassie)
What is it, girl? Grandpa’s caught in a well? Down in Deadrock Canyon?

JANICE
Did you read it?

GEORGE
Did I read It, the Stephen King novel? I’m afraid I never did.

JANICE
You know what I mean.
Neal comes out of the reception area with a small luggage cart.
NEAL
George, I forgot I had this luggage cart in my office.

GEORGE
Now he tells me.
Neal and George hurriedly load the four boxes on the cart, finishing just as the elevator arrives and opens. Janice holds the doors as Neal and George wheel the cart into the car.

INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS

The doors close.
JANICE
You know what I’m talking about.

GEORGE
Yes, I do.

JANICE
So what did you think of my feature story?

NEAL
Yeah, George. What did you think of her feature story?

GEORGE
I thought—
(pauses, looks at Neal)
Et tu, Neal?
Neal smiles.
GEORGE
I liked it. I thought the story developed logically, it was well-written, and you have a good handle on the technology. Naturally, Carl will tech edit it, and there are a few things Neal will probably change, being the anal-retentive, comma-chasing bastard that he is, but aside from a few copy editing things, it was good.
The elevator stops and the doors open into the lobby of the building. Janice holds the doors as George wheels the cart out, followed by Neal.

EXT. COOL GADGETS OFFICE BUILDING - CONTINUOUS

They emerge from the front doors of the building onto the sidewalk. George wheels the cart to the curb and Neal hails a cab.
JANICE
Copy editing things? Like what?

GEORGE
Like what? I don’t have a photographic memory. Um...well, OK: it’s a common mistake, but “myriad.” You misused “myriad.”

JANICE
“Myriad”?

GEORGE
It’s an adjective, not a noun, so there are not, for example, “a myriad of file formats,” but rather there are “myriad file formats.”

JANICE
Ah.
A cab pulls up and the CAB DRIVER pops the trunk. He gets out and helps Neal and George stack the boxes in the trunk.
JANICE
What else?

GEORGE
(while loading boxes)
Janice, I’m a little preoccupied here.

JANICE
I’m sorry, dear, is it too intellectually challenging for you to load boxes and talk at the same time?
The Cab Driver and Neal exchange glances and a smile.
GEORGE
No... Um, OK: in a couple of cases you spelled the possessive pronoun “its” with an apostrophe. Happy?
The boxes loaded, the Cab Driver SLAMS the trunk and gets in the driver side door. Neal, George, and Janice get in the back seat.

INT. CAB - CONTINUOUS
CAB DRIVER
Where to?

NEAL
Moscone Center.
The cab pulls out.
JANICE
I do know the difference between the pronoun “its” and the contraction of “it is.” It was just a typo.

GEORGE
I know. But you did use one of my favorite words, so you get brownie points for that.

JANICE
Which word was that?

GEORGE
“Juggernaut.”

JANICE
One of your favorite words is “juggernaut”?

GEORGE
It has a great etymology. It comes from the name of a Hindu temple and religious procession in India and this immense carriage that rolls across the sand. Overly eager pilgrims are said to fling themselves in front of it to be crushed beneath its massive wheels. It’s been said that Westerners exaggerated the story a bit, but it did spawn the word “juggernaut,” which has come to refer to any force, company, or institution that crushes everything in its path.

JANICE
I never knew that.

GEORGE
My other favorite word, just on strictly aesthetic terms, is “isosceles,” but it’s harder to work that into everyday conversation, let alone a news story.

JANICE
“Isosceles”? Like the triangle?

GEORGE
Exactly. It’s just such fun to say.
(slowly and sexily)
“Isosceles.”
The Cab Driver casts an odd glance in the rear-view mirror. Janice LAUGHS.
GEORGE
(turning and waving at Neal)
Isosceles, Neal!

NEAL
Actually, I like the word “galore,” as in “food and drink galore.”

GEORGE
Or “Pussy Galore,” from the James Bond movie.

NEAL
Right. As far as I know, it’s the only case in the English language where not only did a word come from a foreign language—-in this case, Irish—-but its construction did, too. You have to respect that about a word.

GEORGE
Good point. Hey, are we complete dorks or what?
The cab stops outside the Moscone Convention Center.
GEORGE
What’s our booth number?

NEAL
1530. Carl should be wandering the floor somewhere. He had appointments all morning.
(checks his watch)
I have to run to an 11:00 press conference. Let’s rendezvous at the booth at 11:30.

GEORGE
Gotcha.
INT. CONVENTION CENTER - DAY

Within the convention center is a computer industry trade show. There are several rows of booths, the exhibits spanning a wide range of computer hardware, software, and peripheral products. George and Janice are in booth 1530. At the back of the booth are several large posters bearing several covers of Cool Gadgets magazine. The boxes George schlepped are opened, and George and Janice are taking issues of the magazine out of them and fanning them out on a counter at the front of the booth.
JANICE
(looking around at the crowd)
They do tend to pack them in for this show.

GEORGE
This is nothing. This is just a small local computer graphics show. You should wait until we get to Comdex in Vegas.
Walking down the aisle toward the Cool Gadgets booth are Ivan and Flo.
IVAN
Here’s Cool Gadgets. They’ve got a pretty lame booth for such a high-profile magazine.

FLO
Ivan. Be nice.
They approach George and Janice.
IVAN
Good morning.

GEORGE
Good morning. We’re still setting up…can we hook you up with a subscription?

IVAN
We already get your magazine.
Flo notices George’s name badge.
FLO
You’re George Stein. I read your articles all the time. You’re a terrific writer.

GEORGE
Thanks.
(squints to look at Flo’s badge)
Florence Estrine, publisher of Modern Electronics. I know the magazine well. Nice to meet you.
They shake hands.
GEORGE
This is Janice Franken, our editorial assistant.

FLO
Nice to meet you.

JANICE
And you.

IVAN
Ivan Verdeschi, Group Publisher for the Consumer Electronics Group at Juno Mass Media.

GEORGE
You guys flew all the way from New York for this little show?

IVAN
There’s a lot happening with digital cameras, and most of it’s in the graphic arts at the moment.

GEORGE
Seen anything cool?

FLO
Lots. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

IVAN
Besides, we’d like to be able to scoop you guys at some point.

JANICE
(innocently)
Good luck.
That iced up things pretty well.
IVAN
Right. Well, we’re only here for the day. Good to meet you.

GEORGE
And you.
Ivan and Flo move along.

Carl enters. He looks harried, but looks after Flo and Ivan suspiciously.
CARL
Christ, what did they want?

GEORGE
Just saying hi.

CARL
I bet.

JANICE
They seemed nice enough.

CARL
Bullshit. That woman is a shark. A friend of mine used to work for Modern Electronics until he was fired in the aftermath of what has come to be known as “The Night Flo Went Nuts.” It was after our circulation passed theirs. Apparently, she went ballistic and fired the entire editorial staff.

JANICE
Wow.

CARL
She was going to fire the entire sales staff, but it was pointed out to her that having to replace the entire staff in under a week would be a phenomenally bad idea.

GEORGE
That wouldn’t be good, no.

CARL
Plus, she and Ivan—-yes, he pronounces it “EE-van”—-have some kind of “thing” going on which I don’t even want to think about.

GEORGE
Flo has been sleeping her way to the top? It’s probably not that surprising.

CARL
No, but it’s sad. Let’s face it, you really have to have given up completely on life to sleep your way to the top of an organization like Juno Mass Media. Anyway, just remember that they hate us with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns and would seek any way they could to destroy us.

GEORGE
I didn’t know computer magazine publishing could get so Dickensian.
Neal enters.
NEAL
Hey, guys.

CARL
George and Janice just had an abrupt meeting with Frank and Hot Lips from Modern Electronics.

NEAL
They came out here for this show? Whatever. Anyway, George and Janice, why don’t you walk the floor for a while, say hi to some folks, get whatever demos you think are worthwhile, and meet back here at 2. Carl and I will take turns manning the booth until Dave comes by. Oh, and just a reminder that I want to have a redesign meeting at 4:30 back at the office after the show closes.

CARL
Neal, Brian is out this afternoon. I think we should have the meeting when he’s actually around. I mean, he is the publisher, after all.

NEAL
I know, but I want to come up with a few ideas then have him pick which one he likes. I think it will streamline the process.

CARL
Streamline the process. I see.
Carl looks at Neal angrily.
CARL
Neal, can I talk to you a minute?

NEAL
Of course.

CARL
(looks at George and Janice)
In private.

GEORGE
And we’re off.

NEAL
Again, 4:30 for the redesign meeting.

George and Janice exit.
CARL
What the fuck are you doing?

NEAL
I don’t know, Carl. What the fuck am I doing?

CARL
Brian’s the publisher of this magazine. And more than that, that he’s the founder. And even more than that, he’s one of my oldest friends. And to see you treat him as nothing more than some tech support peon really pisses me off.

NEAL
As much as I like the play on words of “pee-on” and “pisses me off”—I have to say, in my own defense, I do not treat Brian as some kind of tech support peon.

CARL
“Brian, the network is down.” “Brian, fix our e-mail problems.” “Brian, what’s wrong with—“

NEAL
Carl, you’re being melodramatic.

CARL
And you’re being dictatorial.

NEAL
Dictatorial? How am I being dictatorial? Look, I appreciate your loyalty to Brian—

CARL
Gee, I’m so glad—

NEAL
I appreciate your loyalty to Brian, but believe me when I tell you that I am not trying to exclude him from decision-making. It was his idea to skip the redesign meeting.

CARL
And how much did you have to persuade him?

NEAL
Not at all. I admire Brian a great deal, and I have no desire to play office politics.

CARL
You could have fooled me.

NEAL
Well, I apparently have. Sure, Brian and I disagree about some things, and I argue with him about them—-but arguing things that I feel strongly about is my responsibility as someone who gives a shit. I’m not a power-mad dictator, and I’m certainly not trying to squeeze Brian out. He hired me to do a job: make this a successful consumer technology magazine. And he’s seen that I do that very well, so he lets me do the job without a great deal of interference.

CARL
(after a pause, somewhat contritely)
Neal, I’ve known and worked with Brian a long time, and I just don’t want to see him brushed aside.

NEAL
I’m not brushing him aside. Brian’s that rarity: a boss who is actually smarter than the people who work for him. But for certain things, I’m smarter, just like for certain other things, you’re smarter, and for yet other things Helen is smarter. We’re all a team, and I’ve never thought of us—-all of us—-as anything but a team. You’ve got to trust me.

CARL
(with difficulty)
I do. Thanks.

NEAL
I need you, Carl. I need you on the team, and I need you to not think of me as the enemy. I know you like being Mr. Cynical, and I’ll be the first to admit that that’s what gives our coverage the edge it has, but you have to trust me. I know it’s not easy—-and in some ways I’m glad you question my motives.

CARL
Really? Why?

NEAL
(shrugs, then smiles)
You keep me honest—-and from becoming a dictator.
(pause)
I’m starving. Want to go grab a criminally-priced slice of pizza?

CARL
All right.
EXT. COOL GADGETS OFFICE BUILDING- DAY
ESTABLISHING SHOT

Janice and George run up the street and dash into the building.

INT. ELEVATOR - DAY

Janice smacks a floor button, They are both out of breath. George is carrying an obviously heavy shopping bag.
GEORGE
This is the silliest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

JANICE
Then you’ve led a very sheltered life, pumpkin.

GEORGE
We’re supposed to be at the show, and we’re supposed to be back at the booth in 15 minutes. Neal’s going to kill us. And, why again?

JANICE
I can’t use crowded public bathrooms.

GEORGE
So you made me run four blocks back here so you could use our relatively private bathrooms.

JANICE
It’s quite urgent.

GEORGE
And you need me why?
The elevator stops and the doors open.
JANICE
The pleasure of your company.
They both dash out.

INT. RECEPTION AREA - CONTINUOUS

They exit the elevator. George stops. Janice doesn’t.
GEORGE
I’ll wait here.
(checks his watch)
Five minutes!
INT. CONVENTION CENTER - DAY

Carl stands alone at the booth. He is obviously bored. He reaches under the counter and picks up a shopping bag. He rummages within and takes out a small toy car. He places it on the counter. He stares at the car a moment, then starts pushing it around the counter, making engine noises. As he gets into it, Dave enters and regards him oddly. Dave is wearing a short-sleeve shirt bearing the imprimatur of what we can assume to be an unknown hardcore punk band.
DAVE
Dude, what you, Dale Earnhardt?

CARL
(quickly puts the car away)
Trade shows are tediously boring. Hey, thanks for dressing up.

DAVE
(honestly)
I thought I did...

CARL
Have you seen George and/or Janet?

DAVE
I thought I saw them running down Howard Street.
Neal approaches.
NEAL
Hey guys. Have you seen George and Janice?

CARL
They’ve apparently fled the building. Anything to avoid booth duty, is my guess.
INT. RECEPTION AREA - DAY

George is still waiting by the elevator, Janice emerges from the glass doors.
GEORGE
All done?

JANICE
Yes, thanks.
They kiss. Janice hits the Elevator Down button.
GEORGE
Shit.

JANICE
What?

GEORGE
Now I have to go.

JANICE
Doh!
He hands her the shopping bag.
GEORGE
Hold this.

JANICE
Why didn’t you put this in your office?

GEORGE
Because I’m not very bright.

JANICE
(shakes her head)
Do I have to do everything?

GEORGE
Apparently—-just not in public rest rooms.
She playfully smacks him in the arm as they enter the glass doors.

INT. NEWSROOM - DAY

Janice enters, walks into George’s office and puts the shopping bag on his chair. She emerges, and glances into Brian’s office. Brian is at his desk. Across from him are Flo and Ivan. She looks concerned, but no one notices her. She exits briskly.

INT. RECEPTION AREA - DAY

Janice is standing at the elevator. George comes out, just as the elevator doors open. Janice enters and George runs into the car.

INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS
JANICE
I don’t know if this means anything, but those two people were in Brian’s office.

GEORGE
Two people. Could you be more vague, please?

JANICE
(slightly irritated by the remark)
The ones we met this morning. From Modern Electronics.

GEORGE
Flo and, what’s his name, Ivan?
(shrugs)
Don’t know. They’re probably old friends or something. Brian knows everyone.

JANICE
Yeah, it’s probably nothing.
DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MODERN ELECTRONICS’ OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
ESTABLISHING SHOT

INT. FLO’S OFFICE - DAY

Several weeks after the previous scene, Flo is at her desk, reading something on her computer screen. Ivan appears at the door.
IVAN
Ready for this?
Flo swivels around slowly.
FLO
Just once I’d like you to come in here with good news. Just once. Is it too much to ask for you to--

IVAN
I have good news.

FLO
--to come in here—-
(beat)
Good news?

IVAN
I have good news.

FLO
Dare I dream it?

IVAN
The “Eddy” nominations have been announced. We have five nominations.

FLO
Five? Really?

IVAN
You bet your ass.

FLO
That’s better than last year. What categories?

IVAN
Best News Story, Best Editorial Illustration, Best Cover, and Best Table of Contents.

FLO
Best Table of Contents? That’s a category? What, did they get a special discount on plaques? Wait—that’s four. What’s the fifth.

IVAN
It’s pretty minor.

FLO
Ivan...

IVAN
(sighs)
Most Improved Publication.

FLO
Most Improved Publication?! What the fuck was wrong with it before? Didn’t we win Best Publication three years ago?

IVAN
We did.

FLO
Wait—-so we’re not nominated for Best Publication this year?

IVAN
No.

FLO
Who is?

IVAN
No one we know.
She jumps up and grabs the paper from him. She reads it.
FLO
Damn it!
She flings her reading glasses across her desk. Ivan makes no move to grab them, and they fall to the floor.

INT. NEWSROOM - DAY

Janice is sitting at her table. Behind her, in Neal’s doorway, Neal and Helen are conferring. George and Brian are at their respective desks. Carl enters.
CARL
Helen, I need the most embarrassing picture of any of your grandkids you have.

HELEN
What the hell for?

CARL
I’m testing some new image editing software. Which one do you think would look good with a third eye?

HELEN
Graham, for sure. Oh, by the way, I made some cookies for everyone. They’re in the breakroom.

NEAL
What’s the occasion?

HELEN
I had to make some for a bake sale at Graham’s school, then Laney needed a batch for some party her class was having, and it got to the point where I just couldn’t stop making cookies.

CARL
(shakes his head)
Making cookies for the grandkids.
(mock outraged)
What I want to know is, where are the parents?

HELEN
In India on some weird-ass yoga retreat.

GEORGE
“Yoga retreat”?

HELEN
I have no idea. As I think I mentioned on one or two occasions, my daughter went—um, how to put this politely?--totally batshit crazy when she met what’s-his-granola. She used to be a respected physics professor at Stanford. Now she’s communing with nature and reading people’s chakras. Anyway, When Granola Man came up with the idea to rename the kids, then I knew I had to do something.

GEORGE
Rename the kids what?

HELEN
Oh, I don’t know. River, Rain, Snow, Sleet, Unseasonable Warmth. Who the hell knows. I love this city, but it has its crazies.

CARL
You think?
Brian emerges from his office holding a sheet of paper.
BRIAN
(to staff)
Hey, everyone. Come gather round.
George comes out of his office and everyone stops and stares at Brian.
HELEN
There’s good news?

BRIAN
Yepper.

GEORGE
My, you’re in rare form today.

BRIAN
The good news is this. The nominations for the Eddys are in.

JANICE
“The Eddys”?

GEORGE
The Magazine Editors Awards.

JANICE
Ooh!

NEAL
I assume from your giddiness that we’re nominated for something?

BRIAN
Give that man a cigar, and no Clinton jokes. I mean really, because we picked up six nominations.
A hubbub of excitement runs through the staff.
NEAL
What categories?

BRIAN
Best Cover-—that would be for the issue for which Helen did that cellphone/PC morph.

GEORGE
Woo hoo! Way to go Helen!

BRIAN
We are also nominated for Best Feature Story—that would be Janice Franken’s “E-Commerce Rising.”

CARL
Your first feature. You get a nomination right out of the gate. Yee-ha!

BRIAN
Best Editorial, which was Carl’s “On Technology,” the one where you traced the history of technology from the plow to Windows 98. We also got Best Interview or Profile—that would be George’s Camilla Dane interview. And we got Best News Story, which was Ed’s story on Amazon.com. So congratulations all of you. Since the awards ceremony is here in San Francisco for a change, I say let’s all get dolled up and go.

CARL
Absolutely. And there will be a party at my place immediately following the ceremony.

BRIAN
Wow, you never have parties.

CARL
I never have a reason to.

JANICE
When are the awards?

BRIAN
January 15.

GEORGE
What a way to welcome in the new millennium.
INT. BALLROOM - DAY

The night of the Eddy Awards. The ballroom is large and seats a few hundred people, all of whom are in various states of formal dress and sit around round tables taking before the festivities start.

Brian, Carl, Janice, Neal, Helen, Jean, Terri, Dave, and one other, ED, sit around one of the tables gabbing. George enters carrying a wine glass and a bottle of beer. He places the wine glass in front of Janice and sits down next to her. She has been talking to Ed.
JANICE
Thanks, sweetie. George, did you know Ed grew up almost in my neighborhood? It was an even smaller town than Perth.

GEORGE
Why’d you leave?

ED
I saw Deliverance.
Terri is talking to Brian. She is wearing a very nice and very revealing dress.
BRIAN
So how come you don’t have the magazine’s logo tattooed on your body somewhere?

TERRI
Cause I’m not a complete fucking dork.

BRIAN
That’s a fair point.
Neal is talking to Helen and Jean. Neal has had a few. Their exchange is playful.
NEAL
(he takes a piece of paper from the table)
So, Jean, how come you’re not changing the layout of the event program to fit in another ad?

JEAN
How come you’re not running around screaming like SpongeBob Square Pants because I made a tiny change?

HELEN
Children. I’ll turn this ballroom around right now.
Carl is talking to DAVE.
CARL
I like the idea of Linux, but I guess I’m partial to operating systems that have, I don’t know, applications that run on them.

DAVE
You’re so damn picky.

CARL
I mean, any platform is stable if you never actually run software on it.
Ivan and Flo walk up to the table.
FLO
(she’s had a few)
Here they are, the stars of the consumer electronics publishing industry, looking down on us as if from Mount Olympus.

CARL
Olympus? Nah, I prefer Fuji.

GEORGE
Mount Fuji?

CARL
Ah, mount him yourself.

IVAN
A regular Algonquin round table you’ve got here. Flo, I’m not sure we belong here.

CARL
I never engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed man.

BRIAN
Carl, behave.

CARL
I am being have.
FLO
I just wanted to say good luck tonight.

BRIAN
(politically)
And you, too.

CARL
Kick ass with that Best Table of Contents Award.
Ivan looks like he’s about to slug Carl.
BRIAN
Carl!

FLO
Ah, hubris. “Pride: the first peer and president of hell.” Come on, Ivan.
They move to another table.

BRIAN
Carl, I love you like a brother, but you can be a real asshole sometimes.

CARL
Just having a little fun.

BRIAN
Well, it may come back to haunt you.
EXT. CARL’S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
ESTABLISHING SHOT

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CARL’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

It is the same evening, just after the awards ceremony. Carl’s apartment is very spartan—-there are a few chairs, but that’s about it. There is a small bookshelf on one wall. Contrary to what you would expect, there are no gadgets, appliances, or anything else to suggest that Carl is an expert on technology. There isn’t even a television. Carl, Brian, Janice, George, Neal, Helen, Jean, Terri, Dave, and Ed are standing and sitting around, drinks and snacks in hand. Everyone is in extremely high spirits. Brian stands and holds a drink aloft.
BRIAN
(to the room)
Everyone! Now that we’re all here, I just want to say congratulations to everyone in this room. That we won Best Publication is a coup I never would have predicted in a million years.

NEAL
(good-naturedly)
O ye of little faith!

BRIAN
Everyone in the room is a winner. This was a team effort, from our editor Neal and the writers to the sales guys selling ads for us, all the way down to the circulation department which makes sure that people actually receive the issue! So eat, drink, and be merry—

CARL
For tomorrow we die!

BRIAN
No, no, no. We had a great year last year, and this year will be even better! Y2K was a bust—-

CARL
As I predicted!

BRIAN
…and I have nothing but good feelings about the new millennium. Welcome to the 21st century! To the staff of Cool Gadgets—-the best there is.
There is a resounding “Amen” from the choir. Brian sits.
GEORGE
(embracing Janice)
I’m sorry you didn’t win. I was pulling for you.

JANICE
(sarcastically)
It was an honor just to be nominated.

CARL
Oh, bullshit.

JANICE
Exactly. You know, Carl, this apartment is the last place I would have expected you to live.

CARL
Why?

JANICE
I was expecting some high-tech apartment where everything was automated, and robots opened the door.

GEORGE
Yeah. Jesus, Carl, you don’t even have a TV!

CARL
I spend up to 12 hours a day at work dealing with gadgets. When I get home it’s nice to have some peace.

JANICE
You do have a bathroom, right?

CARL
Did you see the outhouse in the backyard?

JANICE
Huh?

CARL
Down the hall, second door on the right.

GEORGE
It’s not crowded, is it?

JANICE
Just bite me, George.
Janice exits.
NEAL
I need a refill. Anyone for another round?

GEORGE
I’ll come with you. I need more chips. And I want to talk to you about a feature idea I had.

NEAL
OK.
George and Neal exit into the kitchen. Brian and Carl sit in silence a moment.
CARL
You haven’t been around the office very much lately.

BRIAN
I’ve been around.

CARL
Not as much as you used to.

BRIAN
Carl, I used to live in the office at one time. Remember that?

CARL
Those were the days.

BRIAN
You romanticize the past like no one I’ve ever known. Let’s face it, Carl, things pretty much sucked for a good long time. These are the best of times, my old friend.

CARL
What a terrifying thought.

BRIAN
When have things been better? The last two months have been our best ever. Everyone is firing all cylinders. Even Tom Braxton. I don’t know what kind of pep talk I gave him, but I have to say, he rose to the occasion. Life. Is. Good.

CARL
Philistine.

BRIAN
How am I a Philistine? I think selling ads is a good idea, especially if you’re publishing a magazine. We provide useful, practical information to our readers. But we can’t provide that information to our readers if we can’t afford to print the magazine.

CARL
We managed in the past.

BRIAN
(sighs)
Do we have to have this conversation again?

CARL
We had ideas back then. We had ideals back then.

BRIAN
We have the same ideas and ideals now that we had then. We just also happen to have more money now.

CARL
It’s different.

BRIAN
Of course it’s different. We’re 15 years older and that much wiser. Carl, divest yourself of this notion right now: we were not young and idealistic, and we did not have a vision of anything. We started a magazine because we both hated working for other people and other people hated us working for them. So it was either start our own business or sell pencils on Market Street.

CARL
It’s hard to find good pencils on Market Street these days.

BRIAN
And I’d buy all your “oh, the old days were so great” argument a lot more if I didn’t remember that you bitched about things at the time.

CARL
What can I say? Things always look better in retrospect.
George and Neal wander out. Janice returns and physically attaches herself to George.
GEORGE
And what’s going on here?

CARL
We’re reminiscing.

BRIAN
Yeah, that’s something I want to do. This is the 21st century, man. It’s time to look forward.

GEORGE
I know I’m looking forward to it.

Brian stands up.

BRIAN
Everyone! Can I have your attention, please! One last time, I promise.
(everyone quiets down and stares at him)
I was going to call a meeting at the office later this week, but I think I should make this announcement now.
(He pauses.)
We’re all in high spirits right now, as well we should be. But it’s all going to get better. Today-—in fact, this evening at the awards ceremony—-I have decided to step down as publisher of this magazine. This evening, I finalized the arrangements to sell Cool Gadgets magazine.
There is a stunned silence.
BRIAN
Good, everyone is stunned, that’s just what I was going for.

NEAL
You sold the magazine? To whom?

BRIAN
Juno Mass Media.

CARL
Oh, Christ...

BRIAN
They publish about 70 or so other consumer and business-to-business magazines, including—

CARL
Oh, Christ—

BRIAN
Modern Electronics. I’ve been wanting to ease my way out of publishing for some time, and I also felt that this was the best way to take the magazine to the next level. With Neal’s guidance, we made it this far, but with the resources of a large publishing company behind us, the sky’s the limit.
There remains a stunned silence.
JANICE
So...will I finally get a real desk?
There is nervous laughter.
BRIAN
Yes, you’ll get a real desk. There’s no reason to be paranoid about the future.
There still remains a stunned silence.
BRIAN
I’ll explain all the details in a staff meeting on Friday. Now, eat drink and be merry...
Everyone looks at Carl for some kind of retort, but he is sitting quietly. He is deeply hurt.
BRIAN
Carl...
Brian tries to put an arm around Carl’s shoulder, but Carl flings it off. He stands up, glowers at Brian, glowers even more ferociously at Neal, and marches out the door with a slam. Everyone looks after him. He returns, looking sheepish.
CARL
This is my apartment. Damn!
DISSOLVE TO:

To be continued...

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