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"The Man with Two Hands," current plot progression.
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metaquotes, so I figure I'll leave this version public. Further drafts will probably be friends-only, so as to keep my willing public in suspense. <_<
[INT: The lads' pub, up by the bar area, the night before. JEFF is in middle-foreground, sipping away at his brew, when a WOMAN, face back to us, enters foreground.]
WOMAN
Is this seat taken?
[Close-up of JEFF's face, awestricken.]
[CUT TO INT: Pub, with the lads sitting at their usual places.]
STEVE
Well?
JEFF
She was incredible! This mass of perfect woman right in front of me, as if my dreams had crawled out of my brain and taken form! Only...you know, without the blood and bits of skull.
STEVE
[Opens mouth, then thinks the better of it.]
[CUT TO INT: Back to the night before. The WOMAN sits herself down, her body obscuring the foreground for a moment as she sits.]
[Close-up on WOMAN: Mid-20s; Stunning, with wild, shoulder-length red hair. We also get a flash of her legs as she sits on the stool and faces JEFF.]
JEFF
He--hello.
WOMAN
I'm Sasha.
JEFF
Jeff. [pause] I'm Jeff.
SASHA
Pleased to meet you. [Smiles]
[Close-up on JEFF: Yet another awestruck expression.]
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LADIES' PLOTLINE HERE
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[CUT TO INT: Back with the lads.]
PATRICK
You two hit it off, then? How did it go?
[CUT TO INT: Night before. SASHA and JEFF have moved to the couch and appear to be enjoying their conversation.]
SASHA
[begins snuggling up to JEFF] Listen, I was wondering if perhaps you'd be interested in coming back to my place...?
JEFF
Why? [suspiciously] You're not missing a cleaner and in need of another one, are you?
SASHA
[puzzled] No, why do you ask?
JEFF
Th-the last time a woman asked me back to her place, she made me scrub her floor. With a crusted sponge.
SASHA
[smiles] No, nothing like that. I'm just looking for someone to...[runs hands up JEFF's chest] experiment with, tonight.
JEFF
[deer-in-headlights look, then smiles and nods head] Excellent!
SASHA
[laughs] You're exactly what I've been looking for.
JEFF
You crawled out of my brain!
[Pause.]
[CUT TO INT: Present.]
JEFF
And I was thinking to myself, 'she's asking me to her place! I'm going to a beautiful woman's house, with her permission! This is absolutely brilliant!'
PATRICK
So sex was on, eh? [Smiles] Excellent. What's she like?
JEFF
[Smile fades] Well, you know, the usual...
[CUT TO INT: SASHA's place, which appears to be some sort of laboratory. She is current sporting, on top of her current ensemble, a pair of square-rim glasses and a lab coat. JEFF is in foreground, naked, bound to a table with iron cuffs.]
SASHA
[putting on glasses and taking out clipboard] Perfect! Now don't move, I just need to get some of these devices warmed up.
[Dramatic close-up on JEFF, as we start hearing the clanking, whirring, and electrical whining of many large devices, which are most likely being trained on JEFF at the moment.]
JEFF
Ah... ah... AAAAAAAAH!
[CUT TO INT: The pub again, present.]
JEFF
I don't remember what happened after that. When I woke up she was gone and left money for a taxi on the stand.
STEVE
You mean to tell us that every time you go to a woman's house, she attacks you with large electrical devices?
JEFF
Not all the time, Steve. Just...usually. [scoffs] Women.
I'm going somewhere with this, I swear.
metaquotes, so I figure I'll leave this version public. Further drafts will probably be friends-only, so as to keep my willing public in suspense. <_<[INT: The lads' pub, up by the bar area, the night before. JEFF is in middle-foreground, sipping away at his brew, when a WOMAN, face back to us, enters foreground.]
Is this seat taken?
[Close-up of JEFF's face, awestricken.]
[CUT TO INT: Pub, with the lads sitting at their usual places.]
Well?
JEFF
She was incredible! This mass of perfect woman right in front of me, as if my dreams had crawled out of my brain and taken form! Only...you know, without the blood and bits of skull.
STEVE
[Opens mouth, then thinks the better of it.]
[CUT TO INT: Back to the night before. The WOMAN sits herself down, her body obscuring the foreground for a moment as she sits.]
[Close-up on WOMAN: Mid-20s; Stunning, with wild, shoulder-length red hair. We also get a flash of her legs as she sits on the stool and faces JEFF.]
He--hello.
WOMAN
I'm Sasha.
JEFF
Jeff. [pause] I'm Jeff.
SASHA
Pleased to meet you. [Smiles]
[Close-up on JEFF: Yet another awestruck expression.]
************************************
LADIES' PLOTLINE HERE
************************************
[CUT TO INT: Back with the lads.]
You two hit it off, then? How did it go?
[CUT TO INT: Night before. SASHA and JEFF have moved to the couch and appear to be enjoying their conversation.]
[begins snuggling up to JEFF] Listen, I was wondering if perhaps you'd be interested in coming back to my place...?
JEFF
Why? [suspiciously] You're not missing a cleaner and in need of another one, are you?
SASHA
[puzzled] No, why do you ask?
JEFF
Th-the last time a woman asked me back to her place, she made me scrub her floor. With a crusted sponge.
SASHA
[smiles] No, nothing like that. I'm just looking for someone to...[runs hands up JEFF's chest] experiment with, tonight.
JEFF
[deer-in-headlights look, then smiles and nods head] Excellent!
SASHA
[laughs] You're exactly what I've been looking for.
JEFF
You crawled out of my brain!
[Pause.]
[CUT TO INT: Present.]
And I was thinking to myself, 'she's asking me to her place! I'm going to a beautiful woman's house, with her permission! This is absolutely brilliant!'
PATRICK
So sex was on, eh? [Smiles] Excellent. What's she like?
JEFF
[Smile fades] Well, you know, the usual...
[CUT TO INT: SASHA's place, which appears to be some sort of laboratory. She is current sporting, on top of her current ensemble, a pair of square-rim glasses and a lab coat. JEFF is in foreground, naked, bound to a table with iron cuffs.]
[putting on glasses and taking out clipboard] Perfect! Now don't move, I just need to get some of these devices warmed up.
[Dramatic close-up on JEFF, as we start hearing the clanking, whirring, and electrical whining of many large devices, which are most likely being trained on JEFF at the moment.]
JEFF
Ah... ah... AAAAAAAAH!
[CUT TO INT: The pub again, present.]
I don't remember what happened after that. When I woke up she was gone and left money for a taxi on the stand.
STEVE
You mean to tell us that every time you go to a woman's house, she attacks you with large electrical devices?
JEFF
Not all the time, Steve. Just...usually. [scoffs] Women.
I'm going somewhere with this, I swear.