Our holiday greetings (that's You and Me)
FADE IN:
EXT. OFFICE BUILDING – NIGHT
The streets are white with snow on the curbs and snow is
slowly falling from the sky.
EXT. FLOOR (OFFICE BUILDING) – NIGHT
On the penthouse floor we zoom in on a balcony with overhanging
ooftop. On the balcony we see two luxury reclining chairs and an
entrance to the balcony behind the chairs. Snow falls softly
around them.
INT. BALCONY (FLOOR OFFICE BUILDING) – NIGHT
YOU, (in your prime years on the peak of your game, and ME, early
fifty's still working on his big brake) walk onto the balcony and
talk indistinctly with soft and low voices. In one hand we have a
lass of scotch and in the other a big burning cigar (unless
you're a woman in which case the Scotch is a Margarita and the
cigar is anything you want it to be). We look a little troubled.
YOU
…Why would you believe that?
BURT
It's simple, when you look at all the
past years we always bring the Forrest
to our living rooms, meet our family
members we haven't seen for years and
stuff our self with greasy food, laugh
and reminisce about the good old time,
promise each other to see more of…
each other and go home and forget about
the whole thing for the next twelve
months.
YOU
If I knew you were going to be such a
bitch about it i would have left you at
that bar with the transvestite Santa
under the Mistletoe.
BURT
I'm just saying. What's the point in
doing the same thing over and over again
and expecting a different outcome?
(pauses, thinks, looks ahead and
sighs)
I do believe Doctors have a name for
that: Insanity.
YOU
But if you feel like that how can you
ever better yourself?
BURT
You think I should better myself?…
even further?
(puts a small smile on his face)
YOU
No i don't.
(pauses as they both stare in
front)
I think you'r just fine. And don't let
anyone tell you otherwise.
BURT
(in a tired voice, with a sigh)
I am old.
YOU
You're not old you just look old.
(tiny smile)
No seriously. You don't look old but
you behave old. You're moping like an
80 year old who's live is about to end
and didn't get want at the end.
BURT
What if i am?
YOU
Am what?
BURT
Disappointed that i didn't get what i
wanted out of life.
YOU
Burt, you're 51 years old, have the job
of a lifetime, more money then you could
spend,
(Burt quickly turns his head,
looks at you with a naughty
smile on your face, you react
quickly)
..sensible. You have your health, though
you could be a little, uh, how should i
say this..fitter, and there are even
some people who actually love you.
(short period of silence)
And at least one friend, me. what
more could one possibly want out of life?
BURT
(clearly thinking, while nibbling
his cigar)
I could have, i should have been a
screenwriter.
(you look up and to me, a
little surprised and then
both men pause and gaze
into the night)
YOU
Indeed you should be.
(Inhales deep and pauses a
short time)
New years resolution?
BURT
To the both of us?
YOU
To the both of us.
BURT/YOU
(simultaneously, in soft
voice, while raising their
glasses)
Happy Holidays.
INT. BALCONY (FLOOR OFFICE BUILDING) – NIGHT
ZOOM OUT OF THE BALCONY.
FADE OUT.
