tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42782941677071747862024-02-22T07:45:49.195-08:00In Progress...A story told in regular installmentsShawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-56417804805574775602010-07-07T10:37:00.000-07:002010-07-07T10:51:10.649-07:00The Antagonist<div><object width="425" height="264"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwlZA4FrIsM&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwlZA4FrIsM&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div>A heroic cowboy faces off with an evil sheriff for the love of a woman.<div><br /></div><div>Directed by Laura Eriksen</div><div>Written by Shawna James</div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-23395952560988777092010-07-06T12:46:00.000-07:002010-07-06T12:52:32.433-07:00Director / Writer's Commentary<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:ArialMT;color:#303C40">"Everything Happens in Black and White" started with the idea of writing a horror film that questioned reality. As the writing process continued I realized that I couldn't just write mindless violence. There had to be motivation behind the violence for people to connect with what was happening. Once I made that connection, the script took on the structure of switching back and forth between the violence, and the story leading up to the violence. From the beginning I wanted the film to be in black and white in order to produce a feeling of stark disconnect. I believed this would add creepy suspense to the story. Describing how "everything happens in black and white" as the first line of the script turned out to be a perfect title. Not only would the film be seen in black and white, but the essential story relates to how people often make snap black and white decisions in life. Is this person good or evil? Or, is that action justified or not? Ultimately, the story questions whether we should see everything in black and white terms.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-62137318735190511372010-07-05T18:24:00.000-07:002010-07-07T10:54:42.326-07:00Everything Happens in Black and White<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJpZ0EOXX7w&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJpZ0EOXX7w&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>Fear and pain set the tone as a ruthless intruder terrorizes a woman during a home invasion.</div><div><br /></div><div>Written and Directed by Shawna James</div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-27590808152850544812009-10-13T17:04:00.001-07:002009-10-13T17:05:24.814-07:00Thoughts, Anyone?So what do you think? This installment of The Purple of Life is over. Should it continue, or is it time for a new story?Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-77595697462996542832009-10-02T19:56:00.000-07:002009-10-12T21:19:42.763-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 33<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. SCARY STREET - NIGHT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy slowly drives along a street known for criminal activity. He passes a drug dealer and slows down near a group of PROSTITUTES. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He rolls his window down. A BLOND PROSTITUTE approaches.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">BLOND PROSTITUTE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You looking for a date?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Yes, but not you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy points at a prostitute with dark hair and eyes. She’s reminiscent of Diana, but a little plumper and shorter.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY (CONT'D)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>The blond prostitute gives way to Andy’s choice. The prostitute gets in his car.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9AUDZUzkvz1ybghUEVWipjfwAHSwDM1ZSFxKlKk0lFqTM1rwTwpd6aEd_wXK7Dnaz3MTwAMTHX6-MO9Dsixp9GRAjxf-IMYxqduuBrEgiFgK3aEKSK2DdCAoyhRZ-TQ0Vm0kBiI9WJSD/s320/Prostitute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391934350961536402" /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy drives around the corner.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DARK HAIRED PROSTITUTE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I’m -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy supplies the name.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Diana.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DARK HAIRED PROSTITUTE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Right, Diana. What do you want, honey?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy unzips his pants and holds up some money. The prostitute takes the money and bends over to give Andy a blow-job.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy leans back. He watches the nearby fire for a minute then closes his eyes while the prostitute does her job.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(whispering)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I love you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">FADE TO BLACK</span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-41733014416007111042009-09-23T18:21:00.000-07:002009-10-10T21:29:52.424-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 32<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">INT. CHURCH - LATER</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Five DEACONS, one of whom is Steve, Andy’s neighbor, sit in a circle in the church. When Andy walks in to join them, they immediately halt their discussion. They all stare at Andy.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You guys look serious. You must be talking about the fires. We may have to come up with an alternative location for Sunday’s services and Mike and Isa’s wedding.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcy_nosC-pGSjKfYl_cD5cnNLnedtxtoC3Ut60jmkjpfqBSbMtjX63VJokOmcYDrCAbOeqIpkKo_wkuqQ8hw8-xBnTktab2atESbOnI4ti754iH1kqim34hHdrNZXidhAwngIpNM7ofWi/s320/In+church.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194773265051410" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">STEVE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">We’ll take care of that.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I was thinking about asking the Methodist Church down on Lincoln to loan us out some space. They owe us from when they needed worship space during their construction.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">STEVE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Andy, you’re going to need to step down as Pastor of this Parish. Immediately.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">What? Why?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">STEVE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I think you know why.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DEACON #2</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You need some help. And probably a lawyer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">STEVE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Diana called. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Guys, I’m in love. I was just trying to get a date. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">STEVE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Andy, leave it. And us. We can’t have you as a spiritual leader. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy looks around at the Deacon’s. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You can’t just decide this. What about the congregation? What about Mike and Isa’s wedding?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">STEVE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">We’re acting on behalf of the congregation. You’ll have to work out wedding plans on your own, but my advice would be to recommend a substitute. Go with God. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy realizes the Deacon’s won’t back down.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Okay. I guess that’s it, then.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">STEVE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Get some help, Andy, and work on returning to the spiritual path. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Dejected and rejected, Andy leaves.</i></span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-40917454891673539692009-09-12T09:52:00.000-07:002009-09-20T08:24:32.617-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 31<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new', serif; ">EXT. COFFEE SHOP - AFTERNOON</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy, waits with two coffees. He sits at a table on the patio, just as Diana always does. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2Gl7nj-JGbvMEP2jKvqieijX2RtGhChSB66VR6ROJL00Fatdgdoc5OICpbPfjtS5meJxHcRHjRVPQiygZFE_YD3AOGO2xxxlfVXbWAu8hJadmXa8ZWYsCf8zyb1Gd8bmCU8xsBuG8GY4/s320/Shawna15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383570398972152338" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Diana arrives. Andy stands and motions her over.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I took the privilege of ordering you some.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(distracted)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Thanks.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>They sit.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You really didn’t sound good over the phone.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I’m kind of going through something right now.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You’re one of my flock. I care for you, Diana. Let me help.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana cries.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I’m so embarrassed, ashamed, mad, scared...confused.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Why?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana pulls out the envelope from her purse.</i> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">These were left at my front door this morning.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy takes the envelope, opens it and looks at the pictures. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA (CONT'D)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">They’re disturbing, yet I can’t keep from carrying them around with me. It’s like...at least if I have them in my possession I have some control over the situation.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Any idea why they were sent? Was there a note?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(whispering)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Yes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">What? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">It said, "you will love me."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You don’t have to be scared, Diana. I can help you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">How? The police said there was nothing they could do unless it happened again and some evidence was left.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(quietly)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You could love me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">What?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana focuses on Andy.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Diana, I’m so happy you agreed to meet me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">What?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You are fantastic.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(disbelief)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">No, no, no...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I realized I needed to woo you and show you how much I cared. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You’re sick.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I am persistent.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You’re so sick. Stay away from me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana gets up and moves back. Andy stands and reaches out towards her.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Diana, wait, you don’t understand.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I don’t need to. You stay away from me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I know we’re meant to be together. I’ve watched you for years now. You’re my soul mate.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I never want to see you again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Please -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Stop! Just stop.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(cold)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You’re finished.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana quickly leaves. Andy watches her go, devastated.</i></span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-19774417686866247552009-09-04T16:07:00.000-07:002009-09-06T09:56:28.670-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 30<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">INT. OFFICE - DAY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy writes at his desk. He takes a break and looks out the window. The black smoke from the fire is even closer.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He picks up his office phone and dials.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTGqrXssSavNhKrrkLsT70TAJpQICbhhba0CAwIfCEWHRNIzEsi_HS3QDlqnEufns5dwr7-k4D1DAsKxkRsvDf8rLnbcuYfnzbquXlee4e2Axm7ySalGHn4hlURAfJPBQhawkZbMBDFUb/s320/in+progress+22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378399175431188306" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Hi, Diana? It’s Pastor Andy. I’m calling to see...are you alright, Diana? You sound strange.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(he listens)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I’m sorry to hear you aren’t feeling very well. Anything I can do? Bring you soup?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(he listens)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Okay, you just let me know. So, I was calling originally to confirm that you’d still be doing the flower arrangements for Mike and Isa’s wedding.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(he listens)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You will? Great. Okay, then...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;">(beat)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Diana, I’ve got to be honest. I need to see you. Please meet me at that coffee shop off of Ontario. It’s important.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(he listens)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Thank you. I’ve got a meeting with the Deacons later, but I can definitely see you then.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy hangs up. He takes a minute then a big smile breaks out over his face.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY (CONT'D)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(excited)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Score! It’s a date!</span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-38333915736433898732009-08-28T17:12:00.000-07:002009-09-05T22:02:36.769-07:00The Purple of Life, scenes 26 - 29<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. DIANA’S HOUSE - NIGHT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy circles the house, looking in all the windows. He comes to Diana’s bedroom window. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He watches her get ready for bed, all the while taking pictures. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">INT. DIANA’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY48xjuTcQsFdE-pWxqENOox5gwkBjx3l7dEyiXRVaxpNaNzbB6vvXTBHYheqhlBRn6tPU_vZXIHH8vMWJhxlbAnhxLeJnRuaUVV2GE5xqgLlDw8cr5ZodvsXJrCfLCuoYOjKhf8k1Z6Fm/s320/inprogress+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378214555621765490" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana removes her clothes and goes into the bathroom to shower.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. DIANA’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy, obsessively caught up in his passion, can’t stop watching. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana returns from the shower, towels off and puts on her pajamas. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i>She gets into bed and reads. Andy takes photos of every step.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Eventually Diana switches off her reading light and goes to sleep.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy clicks one last photo, then surreptitiously makes his way back down the block to his car.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. DIANA’S HOUSE - MORNING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana opens her front door to leave and notices a manila sized envelope on her front step. She picks it up and opens it. She pulls out full sized photos and flips through them. Her expression goes from puzzled to horrified and sickened.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy watches her from down the block.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana runs back inside. Andy drives away.</i></span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-6257136150546605912009-08-25T19:57:00.000-07:002009-08-25T19:59:47.789-07:00The Purple of Life, scenes 23 - 25<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. GROCERY STORE - LATER</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana, running errands, stops at the store again. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy follows, but he continues to secretly snap photos this time.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. COFFEE SHOP - CONTINUOUS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana drinks her coffee and reads. Andy takes photos.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. DIANA’S HOUSE - EVENING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana goes into her house. Andy approaches. He looks through her windows. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He sees Diana sit down and watch TV. He takes a photo, then hides from the view of the neighbors.</i></span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-24420386387367741902009-08-20T08:38:00.000-07:002009-08-20T08:42:28.755-07:00The Purple of Life, scenes 20 - 22<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy sits at a table with Diana. They are both dressed elegantly. Andy takes Diana’s hand.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I’m so happy you agreed to come with me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You were persistent. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You mean persistence paid off?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(chuckles)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Yes, I’d say it did in this case.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy gazes at Diana. He’s clearly in love.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Diana, you are fantastic.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(shyly)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Thank you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy moves in to kiss Diana. At the last minute she puts her hand between their lips, stopping the kiss.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DIANA (CONT'D)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You still need to woo me. Show me how much you care.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">DISSOLVE TO:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">INT. BEDROOM - MORNING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy wakes up from DREAM. He lets out a big SIGH.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You know, you’re right. I’ve got to show you how much I care.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. DIANA’S BLOCK - MORNING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy parks around the block from Diana’s house. He takes his camera, then gets out of the car and walks toward her house. He spies her working in her garden. He finds a place to hide and starts taking pictures.</i></span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-25520429892126608992009-08-14T09:35:00.000-07:002009-08-15T13:03:20.566-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 19<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. DIANA’S HOUSE - EVENING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy drives down Diana’s street once more. He slows when he comes to her house. Her car is not in the driveway.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(to himself)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Where could she be?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He drives around the block. When he reaches her house, the car is still not there. He parks a few houses away, so that he’s got a good view of her house. He waits and watches.</i></span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKq_eTMOjG1T4cFrM5vCuQcoiOTXU439fSTw-Yt-2NCimhaNEcq4m3M-hFlROiC8CRDUuGw36ua5Ie7vZLpLqCTaAjEk_SMBetuU1WmtQMgMkILPMQZMZDUk-vJnWaNh628969U_C_gN6M/s320/16+for+Shawna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370283469882340450" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY (CONT'D)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(to himself)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">What am I doing?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He looks over at the box of stuff he packed in preparation for the fire. He pulls out his bible, opens it and reads to himself.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He closes the bible, then closes his eyes. His lips slightly move - h</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"><i>e’s praying.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>The MOTOR of a car interrupts Andy’s quiet prayer. He opens his eyes and sees Diana’s car pull into her driveway. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy places the bible back into the box. As he does so, his hand touches his camera. He looks at the camera and picks it up. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He turns it on and focuses on Diana getting out of her car. he zooms in as far as he can and starts taking pictures of Diana - her face, her body, everything.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Diana goes inside. Andy brings the camera down. He replays the pictures he just took.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY (CONT'D)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I love you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>He hears a dog BARK. He looks out and notices the old woman, once again out with her dog. He starts up his car and drives away.</i></span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-42569113614785138502009-08-10T16:25:00.000-07:002009-08-10T16:30:52.496-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 18<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. CHURCH - AFTERNOON</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>The dark smoke from the fires appears closer.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy, about to get in his car, sees Rachael heading towards him.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kwSdnsvBkcZ-_XowQCJqA8r_FJBALLBwZ0dwkfzSzyYezJz5n1dmwU4ipCvzM1DDMJR-vswyysYKfKXIfwyH8GydHEe4R9HzD0_mtgHJ-S0W132iH2RF8wcr3UQKY_ZKBdbVuInUbfpF/s320/15+for+shawna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368481296767977106" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Sorry I couldn’t go out with you last night.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">RACHAEL</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">No worries, bud. I just wanted to drop by and let you know about Whitney’s party.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">She all packed?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">RACHAEL</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Not yet. We’ll probably be packing for the next couple days. You’d be surprised at the amount of shit that can accumulate over a couple years.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You guys need any help?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">RACHAEL</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">You can always drop by if you’ve got time to spare. Otherwise, make sure you get to the party.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I’ll do my best.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy hugs Rachael goodbye, then she returns to her car. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">RACHAEL </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(calls over her shoulder)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Oh, and go get Diana! Don’t let my absence absolve you from action.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(laughing)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Will do!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Rachael and Andy get in their cars.</i></span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-46490277809918202982009-08-05T16:38:00.000-07:002009-08-06T14:16:16.848-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 17<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">INT. OFFICE - AFTERNOON</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy welcomes Mike and Isa into his office.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Mike, Isa, welcome.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">MIKE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Thanks, Pastor Andy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">So, only a couple more days.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ISA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">We’re worried about the fires. Do you think they’ll get the church?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I’m sure the firefighters are doing all they can to avoid any fire damage to our community. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ISA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">But -</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Isa, don’t worry. Even if the whole town burns down, I will still marry you guys. I am committed to your ceremony.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ISA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Thank you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Speaking of which, this is our last session before the big day. I’m satisfied after meeting with you both over the last couple months that you are a great match. So why don’t we use this time for any questions you may have, spiritually or not, about what lies ahead.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">MIKE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Sounds good.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ISA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Sure.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Andy waits.</i></span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nhSjim9ePzHl-7oIQuibmDBe2FzPxrjENt6k2XpnEKVdnkO0Gg2pT6_GfFh5dWD1tRKO0jp_EjX6o9nw77wkyUokWrA_8TsG9R4O0mK8VGla6AIfYxIR1XOuHzcXmWKRWob3zpiUZi1F/s320/14+for+shawna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366962511586597378" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Do you have any questions?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ISA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">(embarrassed)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Um...we were talking the other night and...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">MIKE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">...and, even though we are committed whole-heartedly to one another, we were wondering...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ISA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">...about, you know...the, ah...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">MIKE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">...well, you know how everyone always jokes about the passion waning after marriage...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ISA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">...right, we don’t want that to happen...we don’t want the passion to, ah...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Wane.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">MIKE AND ISA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Right.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I understand what you’re saying and it’s a great question. How does a couple in love keep the passion alive?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Mike and Isa nod.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY (CONT'D)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Trust in your love for one another, trust in God to guide you, and trust in your own imaginations to be thoughtful and creative. Look, there’s no pat answer to this. You’ll have to feel it out, excuse the pun, as you go along.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Mike and Isa laugh.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">ANDY (CONT'D)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">But, with the commitment you’re making to one another, I’ve no doubt you’ll be able to meet that challenge.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i>Mike and Isa nod in agreement.</i></span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-26942310689553491162009-08-03T11:36:00.000-07:002009-08-03T11:40:22.109-07:00The Purple of Life, scenes 15-16<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. ANDY’S HOUSE - MORNING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Andy, dressed and ready for the day, takes his fire preparedness box out to his car. He gets in and drives off.</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">EXT. DIANA’S HOUSE - MORNING</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Andy slowly drives by Diana’s house. He sees that her car is still in the driveway. He also notices the old woman, a couple houses behind him, walking her dog again. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">He drives down the street more quickly to avoid the old woman.</span></i></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-80585466769594550182009-07-28T19:58:00.000-07:002009-07-31T16:16:22.307-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 14<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:courier new;">INT. BEDROOM - MORNING</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy’s alarm wakes him. Per his routine, he gets up, turns on the coffee pot, the television news, and does his push-ups.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />NEWS ANCHOR (V.O.)</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">The winds have pushed the fires in new directions, seriously threatening the communities of Yorba Linda, Temescal Canyon and Corona....</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy stops and goes to the TV set.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtdQjLYYdSgGXNraNx2f2jINYc9r5yA__w9PAp5JazK2mQt9wPao3tvix1aW36ADo8sMoAfZoXwNbZJJgBIO-lp7600odR2M-xCKMFAtIK0TxmH_eM7GlH_z3qWvil_GG1ooRE8XDCSOK/s320/12+for+Shawna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364653788273096306" />NEWS ANCHOR (CONT'D)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Evacuations are not yet mandated, but fire chiefs recommend that people start to pack up a “must have” box of valuables that can be quickly taken once the order to evacuate is given.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy turns off the TV and looks outside. Dark smoke plumes from the fires in the distance.</span></span><br /><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><br />He gets a box.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">What should I take?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He gets his bible and puts it in the box. He looks around. he picks up his camera and places it in the box. He takes a few more books and a file full of documents.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY (CONT'D)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">That should do it for an emergency.</span></div>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-85513821967011695782009-07-24T12:16:00.000-07:002009-07-25T08:25:34.930-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 13<span style="font-family:courier new;">EXT. DIANA’S HOUSE - NIGHT</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy WAKES suddenly to an OLD WOMAN, with a dog, knocking on his car window. He rolls down the window.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EXo151ntGU3YsqLa_HjvrWwxsywdb5jcAFBxlETYwXIK8c2mZsA8xCkvURcaYE92ZCYSRW3h7TDGm5zySLZLUKhjjZaCrZkjpqOszjnUr1Mubg6EPYDJ_ynIxOmbh_WC2pROaD-cGBz3/s1600-h/10+for+shawna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EXo151ntGU3YsqLa_HjvrWwxsywdb5jcAFBxlETYwXIK8c2mZsA8xCkvURcaYE92ZCYSRW3h7TDGm5zySLZLUKhjjZaCrZkjpqOszjnUr1Mubg6EPYDJ_ynIxOmbh_WC2pROaD-cGBz3/s320/10+for+shawna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362418860570992786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">OLD WOMAN</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(nearly yelling)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Are you some kind of detective?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(taken aback)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">No.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />OLD WOMAN</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">What? </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(in a louder voice)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">No, ma’am.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />OLD WOMAN</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Then what are you doing out here? Are you a robber, casing the joint?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy nervously continues the conversation. He doesn’t like having to talk so loud for the old woman.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">No, ma’am. I was just taking a quick nap before I drove the rest of the way home.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />OLD WOMAN</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(disappointed)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Oh. Too bad. We don’t get much action around here. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I’m sorry for disturbing you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />OLD WOMAN</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Nonsense. It was very wise of you to rest before completing your drive. Not enough people realize the dangers of motor vehicles these days.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Thank you, ma’am. I feel pretty rested now, I should be on my way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy starts to roll up his window.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />OLD WOMAN</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Oh, okay. Feel free to stop and rest anytime you’re weary.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br />Andy nods his head as he finishes rolling up his window and starts the car. He drives off.</span>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-91027139279288718542009-07-22T21:09:00.000-07:002009-07-22T21:11:09.692-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 12<span style="font-family:courier new;">EXT. DIANA’S HOUSE - EVENING</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy still follows Diana at a distance. Her car drives down a neighborhood street and pulls into the driveway of her house. Andy parks across the street a couple houses down. He watches Diana get her groceries and go into the house.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(annoyed, to himself)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">What are you doing?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">His cell phone RINGS. He answers.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY (CONT'D)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Hello? Hi Rach...Nope, just working on next week’s sermon. I can’t tonight. I’m kind of busy. Thanks, anyway...Bye.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He hangs up and returns his attention to Diana’s house.</span></span>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-35607253898579081552009-07-21T07:58:00.000-07:002009-07-21T08:02:58.611-07:00The Purple of Life, scenes 10 & 11<span style="font-family:courier new;">EXT. BANK - CONTINUOUS</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br />Diana pulls into the parking lot of a bank. Andy still follows. Watching. She runs her errand, then returns to her car and takes off again. Andy follows.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">EXT. COFFEE SHOP - CONTINUOUS</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br />Diana stops at a coffee shop. She parks and goes in. A few minutes later she exits with some coffee and sits at a table in the outside patio. She pulls out a book and reads.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br />Andy lays his arms and head on the steering wheel and watches.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwqM9UsTtVs9GKJAgQQ9uPuwRVKLH7YZIbU1SLTOOwf3kT_RlSup4JHnxY3Xo7agBp1j_CCsjVnAOzXUVhuB_Ep4XdU7wyjRhCQXFrkyGrahNN6qcpcBijoMLsE4a0jRC_BWtIQjX2dQE/s1600-h/9+for+Shawna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwqM9UsTtVs9GKJAgQQ9uPuwRVKLH7YZIbU1SLTOOwf3kT_RlSup4JHnxY3Xo7agBp1j_CCsjVnAOzXUVhuB_Ep4XdU7wyjRhCQXFrkyGrahNN6qcpcBijoMLsE4a0jRC_BWtIQjX2dQE/s320/9+for+Shawna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360928699007539234" border="0" /></a>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-38121106276104299252009-07-19T08:43:00.000-07:002009-07-19T08:46:04.472-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 9<span style="font-family:courier new;">EXT. GROCERY STORE - DAY</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Andy sits in the parking lot of a big grocery store. He watches people enter and exiting the parking lot.</span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br />He spies Diana exiting and walking to her car. He ducks down so that she won’t see him. She places her groceries in her car, gets in and drives off. Andy starts his car and follows at a distance.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWtYdxdpeW60cq0JweFQ1-Bk_egL8SCNFh6BsCpCE7XQqXb9W4wizIQqr56zECpHcUgCKlakec7LDIf6XXbdhvoEZyS9MGavVj4PsbztaoUYepXXczp37XlhyahNZNCNarL8TIfBpSMnG/s1600-h/8+for+shawna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWtYdxdpeW60cq0JweFQ1-Bk_egL8SCNFh6BsCpCE7XQqXb9W4wizIQqr56zECpHcUgCKlakec7LDIf6XXbdhvoEZyS9MGavVj4PsbztaoUYepXXczp37XlhyahNZNCNarL8TIfBpSMnG/s320/8+for+shawna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360197819070331810" border="0" /></a>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-88007053864527143012009-07-15T09:51:00.000-07:002009-07-16T08:21:14.868-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 8<span style="font-family:courier new;">INT. RESTAURANT - AFTERNOON</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy and Rachael sit at a table with their food. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJQZ74nA6v74FNjl78N-Ee3fO10Q0oYjn6-JOXgGC0dO0iRBEgyPEkxn7fW6YRmhPmX-KXXoDZTvVI1M0-xRCtOvM-sb7pSjt4h7cNj_8JhIDpol6MhTyJnmqW0vgQixP7VEQrxSNvBEk/s1600-h/6+for+Shawna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJQZ74nA6v74FNjl78N-Ee3fO10Q0oYjn6-JOXgGC0dO0iRBEgyPEkxn7fW6YRmhPmX-KXXoDZTvVI1M0-xRCtOvM-sb7pSjt4h7cNj_8JhIDpol6MhTyJnmqW0vgQixP7VEQrxSNvBEk/s320/6+for+Shawna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359078240564932994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Don’t tell me you’re still pining after Diana?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">It’s hard to get her out of my mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">It’s been a year, Andy. Don’t you think you should at least ask her out?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I did.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You did?! When?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Everyday for the last week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Uh oh.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Uh oh is right. She turned me down. Pretty definitively today. There’s no going back.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Hmm. Her loss.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Right.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Seriously. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">It’s just that she feels so right. The moment I first saw her I knew we were meant to be together. She’s easy to talk to. She’s kind, caring, beautiful...I know we have a connection.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">What are you going to do?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">What can I do? She’s made her wishes clear. I’ll probably just hang around, hoping she’ll change her mind sometime.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You’ve got to be more proactive than that. If you’re really meant to be together, do something about it. You can’t just leave this up to the whimsy of fate.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You mean God? That’s exactly what I should do.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">No, God gives us brains and free will for a reason. Use a bit of your free will and make Diana realize what she’s missing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Brilliant!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">So, in all your brilliance, any ideas on how to accomplish this feat?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Um...I’m sure you’ll think of something. If it’s meant to be, that is.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rachael smiles and then digs into her food.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Thanks for all the help.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Just trying to be a good friend.</span>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-91399731088582674972009-07-13T10:07:00.000-07:002009-07-14T20:27:13.801-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 7<span style="font-family:courier new;">INT. FOYER - LATER</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy greets people as they file out of the church. A young BOY, 5 yrs old, runs up to Andy.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />BOY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Pastor Andy!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy crouches down to the boy’s level.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Hey, my man! Did you learn anything?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />BOY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(shouting)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Love is the purple of life! Love is the purple of life!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy laughs and raises his hand to give the boy a high five.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">High five!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The boy slaps Andy’s hand, then runs back to his parents. Andy gets up as a couple in their 30s, MIKE and ISA, approach.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">MIKE</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNYI4UkRhsZUuM56e0_iXQPwL053-w__4T1y83D9q_xx4zFeMTyXfdtjSvimHNLbwVWEFvUOsSpH1-WHRYiZkcuc82RxEgRAJjyoOys9BFc5HA-MRy0HrtiWYamq60O-px-DMPo6IOr9u/s1600-h/thank+you+mike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNYI4UkRhsZUuM56e0_iXQPwL053-w__4T1y83D9q_xx4zFeMTyXfdtjSvimHNLbwVWEFvUOsSpH1-WHRYiZkcuc82RxEgRAJjyoOys9BFc5HA-MRy0HrtiWYamq60O-px-DMPo6IOr9u/s320/thank+you+mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358522582507794114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Great sermon, Pastor Andy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Thank you, Mike.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ISA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">We are so excited about next Sunday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Me, too. Don’t worry, it’s going to be great.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mike and Isa continue out of church. Diana greets Andy.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />DIANA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Your sermon was a nice reminder about how complex and simple something can be at the same time. Love is a concept that people take for granted, I think. I really enjoyed it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Thank you, Diana. That means a lot coming from you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Diana starts to move on. Andy pulls her back.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />DIANA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Andy, no. I’m not ready to start dating again. And, even if I were, I don’t think that we’d be an appropriate couple.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy lets go.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I guess you can’t be any plainer than that. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />DIANA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I’m sorry.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">No, no. Just keep doing the flowers for us. They’re beautiful.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Diana smiles.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />DIANA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Deal.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She moves off. Other PARISHIONERS file by and speak with Andy. Andy, a bit distracted, watches Diana leave. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL, 35, physically fit, strong, playfully punches Andy on the shoulder.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Don’t you know that beating up on a holy man is bad karma?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />RACHAEL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Let’s get lunch, your holiness.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sure. Just let me finish up here, first.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rachael waits for Andy to say his goodbyes to the last of the parishioners.</span></span>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-90914375993394321902009-07-10T08:39:00.000-07:002009-07-10T08:45:26.853-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 6<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiceS_MAMM68kOx6_f3KKakOjsTwGKs6xtdYnlkczWAftEqRtHQSkIzyXWQdN09YRGPCIRAQi0xLzg09a4IqzsHUQD8fm3Lfm5t66a6OTraJttWOUjSLX-Z7iMk0JIBXN-UnAmxoFhXQnjj/s1600-h/3+for+shawna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiceS_MAMM68kOx6_f3KKakOjsTwGKs6xtdYnlkczWAftEqRtHQSkIzyXWQdN09YRGPCIRAQi0xLzg09a4IqzsHUQD8fm3Lfm5t66a6OTraJttWOUjSLX-Z7iMk0JIBXN-UnAmxoFhXQnjj/s320/3+for+shawna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857767439819890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">INT. CHURCH - DAY</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><br />Andy steps up to the pulpit. He’s the Pastor of the Church.</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />ANDY</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Question - what is love? </span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />He looks at Diana in the pews.</span></span> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />ANDY (CONT'D)</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Is it the longing you feel for someone special? The tie that binds a family together? The bond forged by the deepest of friendships? Or an epic romance between two lovers? Is it all these things? More? When I ask what is love...the answer can only be: the purpose of life. God is love. And God formed man in his image. If you turn to 1 John 4: 7-8 we read, "Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love."</span>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-4791593719021685392009-07-08T08:19:00.000-07:002009-07-09T20:58:26.332-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 5<span style="font-family:courier new;">INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They ENTER the foyer of the building and set the flowers down. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />DIANA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I better get to work.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Yeah, me, too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy backs towards his office, a room off to the side of the foyer.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY (CONT'D)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Let me know if you ever change your mind about coffee.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHDVX2hKflXSiW4CznjZD17dqOe2MHremhygYET1R6FMXMRz78QG6PYSLTItY1oBCkdVfn3ZhbyC7EpFpzMom6pCMxoBYMNliHHFXwpl6WZePc9Uaz0pA6NGszIPOe1PRRzSALONsdQ-p/s1600-h/2+for+Shawna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHDVX2hKflXSiW4CznjZD17dqOe2MHremhygYET1R6FMXMRz78QG6PYSLTItY1oBCkdVfn3ZhbyC7EpFpzMom6pCMxoBYMNliHHFXwpl6WZePc9Uaz0pA6NGszIPOe1PRRzSALONsdQ-p/s200/2+for+Shawna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356675548908639298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">DIANA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Okay.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Okay, you’ll go with me?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />DIANA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">No, I’m sorry. I can’t right now. But I’ll let you know if I ever change my mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sure. Good luck with the flowers.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy EXITS into his office. Diana starts to arrange the flowers.</span></span>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4278294167707174786.post-81091275488924399772009-07-06T09:34:00.000-07:002009-07-08T15:27:32.546-07:00The Purple of Life, scene 4<span style="font-family:courier new;">EXT. PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy hurries over to Diana. </span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Can I help you with those, Diana?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Diana spots Andy and smiles at him.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />DIANA</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Thanks.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy takes an armful of flowers, Diana takes the rest.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />DIANA (CONT'D)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I’m just doing a quick flower arrangement for this Sunday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />ANDY</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Anything will be fine. The place is much more colorful since you’ve volunteered. I really appreciate it.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1W3YnNeu_acC_Shk6Pb-D3ZxieKZRjY0EvU3zCpDCD4z0h7ZKGxTXg39Baan0Jj5HOf6enqmec1vonhrtYVKt4BUCePun40f-T_-3fylkhHW7OQXYued2JERI5Y8cWen9ZtI3xhV5cQX/s1600-h/1+for+shawna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1W3YnNeu_acC_Shk6Pb-D3ZxieKZRjY0EvU3zCpDCD4z0h7ZKGxTXg39Baan0Jj5HOf6enqmec1vonhrtYVKt4BUCePun40f-T_-3fylkhHW7OQXYued2JERI5Y8cWen9ZtI3xhV5cQX/s320/1+for+shawna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356219278149257090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /></span>Shawnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15043241635466944912noreply@blogger.com0