We’re continuing Fair Week with an excerpt from my feature script, The Handicaped. This scene is a flashback our hero has early in the script. Also, since we filmed this scene a couple years ago, I attached pictures as well. Yay pictures.
EXT. FAIRGROUNDS – DAY
The coin is still spinning, but now it’s on a picnic table.
Pete is sitting at the table. He looks roughly the same age
as in the bar. The only exceptions is that his hair is cut
short and he’s wearing nicer clothes. He is on the phone
with one hand, spinning the token with the other. He is
occasionally eating deep fried vegetables off a plate.
No, no, I totally understand. I
seriously thought I left the
documents on the table before I
left yesterday. Brian, trust me.
Pete reaches for some fried vegetables. He inspects the
piece in his hand before placing it in his mouth.
Okay, well if he asks, you just
tell him it’s my fault. I’m on
better terms with him anyway.
Well, currently. I’ll just get a
slap on the wrist or something.
A girl sits on the opposite side of the table. She is KAREN,
20-ish. She has red hair and is sporting clothing that has
probably made herself. An Andie Walsh for the 21 century.
Pete doesn’t look at her, even when she grabs a deep fried
vegetable from his plate.
No, you won’t lose your precious
That paranoia is going to get to
ya. No, you’ll be fine.
He reaches his hand over his plate and feels around. He
notices the disappearance of most of his food. He looks up
at Karen smiling uncomfortably.
Hey Brian, I’m going to have to let
you go. Let me know how that goes
though, okay? Yeah, bye.
He puts his phone away.
Did? Did you eat my food?
Yeah, I’m sorry they just looked so
good. What were they supposed to
Deep fried vegetables.
Oh. We trying to stay healthy
Yeah, tragically I don’t think it
works that way.
Pete grabs the last remaining piece of his food. He gestures
at Karen’s own plate of nearly untouched fair food.
What do you have?
They’re deep fried Oreos. They
gave me four and I plan on having a
heart attack after the third. So
if you want one, there will
probably be one left.
No, it’s alright. Thanks though.
You a local?
Yeah. Just down the road.
Cool. My cousin is from here. I
told him I’d visit. We’re meeting
at Norm’s Tavern tonight? Like I’m
supposed to know where that is.
It’s a small town, but you guys
seem to have nothing, well except
for antique stores.
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.
That bar is just down the road by
Care to show me?
Are you hitting on me?
Yeah, but you’re not making it
She extends her hand, coated in powdered sugar. Pete reaches
his hand out. He begins to pull his hand back after seeing
her messy hand, but she grabs it forcibly and shakes it.
Pete and Karen walk down the busy road of fair-goers. Karen
tosses the last deep fried Oreo in the trash.
Hey, three down, and I’m still
She stumbles a bit and clutches her chest. Pete holds her
up, terrified. She stands back up right.
Kidding. You have good reflexes.
She punches Pete in the shoulder.
Okay, yeah. So you said you have a
cousin that lives here?
Trying to get rid of me?
No, it’s just, living in a small
town, I probably know him.
His name is Steven Morgan, he’s…
Yeah, I know Steven. Known him
since second grade. Always beat me
up and took my lunch money.
It’s okay. He stopped doing that
They both smile as they walk off a less busy street.
That sounds like him. When I used
to visit him, he would rip the head
off of my Barbies and feed to his
cockatoo. I’ve hated birds ever
Kidding. I don’t really hate
birds. Now cats, that’s a
Yeah, they’re always plotting
things. You said you were from out
Out of town and out of state. I
live in a little place in New York.
Yeah, I was actually doing some
traveling recently. I was in
Colorado just a few months ago. I
figured I’d visit my cousin here on
my drive back home.
What’s in Colorado?
Mountains mostly. So where do you
Oh, just a desk job.
Oh, well that’s cool.
You don’t have to say that. It
isn’t. I’m okay with it. I’m not
going to pretend living in a
cubicle is ideal or anything. It
doesn’t matter, I plan on quitting
there relatively soon.
What do you plan to do?
You know, I’m not sure.
They are now outside of Norm’s Tavern.
Well, I should go. You want to
come in for a drink?
No, I don’t drink. Nor do I have
the lunch money I owe your cousin.
Karen’s face becomes the definition of disappointment.
It was really nice meeting you,
She gets in close and hugs him. He doesn’t respond quickly
enough to hug back. Disappointed, she walks into the bar.
As he struggles for words, his eyes glow orange. A blur
flows out of him and covers the surroundings. Everything
begins to slow down, eventually stopping. Everything starts
rewinding slowly. Pete, although moving backwards along with
the surrounding, frantically moves his eyes around. He is
aware of the bizarre situation, but powerless to stop it. A
flash of white covers the area. When the surroundings
reemerge, Pete is once again standing in front of Anne.
No, I don’t drink. Nor do I
What’s going on? Did you see that?
The…tavern? Yeah, I just told
you that. Thanks for helping me
Pete’s eyes begin to glow orange again.
Pete? Your eyes…they…
Pete begins to panic as his surroundings stop yet again.
Everything fades to white, and the scene repeats again.
No, I don’t drink. Nor…What the
hell is going on here?!
I was just asking you a question?
Yeah, I know you did, just…just
What? No, not you, the, I don’t
His eyes begin to glow orange again.
Your eyes? What the hell?
The surroundings flash white, and the scene repeats again.
Karen, listen. Something is
I’m looping. We keep having this
same conversation. It just
Should we bundle up because it’s
Groundhog Day, silly. But
seriously, what are you talking
I think I’m going crazy here.
No kidding, Phil Connors. If you
want to play games, I’m just going
Flash to white again.
What do you plan to do?
Well, I should go. It was really
nice meeting you, Pete.
Karen goes in to hug Pete who gives the same lackluster
response. She turns away to walk into the bar.
Karen pops her head out the tavern door. She tries to hold
back a smile.
Karen walks up to him with a piece of paper. She is writing
something on it as she slowly walks back to Pete.
Here’s my number. I’m not sure
when I’ll get another chance to
leave New York, but if you ever get
the chance to leave that cubicle
maybe we’ll see each other again.