The Call To Adventure...
INT. MARGY’S BED/WRITING-ROOM. DAY
The purple curtains are half-drawn.
POV from window: Sunny sky, a spring-budded tree-top.
Margy’s on the bed laptop-typing. The bedroom’s untidy. A pile of clothes over a chair, an abandoned pair of flip-flops, books and scripts litter the floor, a mug on a cluttered bedside-table.
Margy pauses for a sip of coffee.
A sudden SWISH of the curtains. She drops the mug to the floor… coffee splashes on a discarded script… She looks up - alarmed.
The magician stands by the curtain, he scans the messy room.
Didn’t take long did it?
She gets off the bed…
…and searches for something to mop the coffee… a pink sock… it’ll do. She dabs coffee. He gestures with a sparkly wand.
All this clutter… and when did you last dust?
He picks up a sheet of typed A4 from the end of the bed. She shakes the soggy script and stands up - irritated.
MARGY Dust? I’m trying to work here!
Session plan. Structure.
She snatches it back.
Look. I don’t care where you’re from,
or what you want…
MAGICIAN Call yourself a screenwriter?
You don’t even recognise an Inciting
Incident when you’re sent one.
He flourishes the wand. A four-foot WHITE RABBIT appears in dickie-bow and waistcoat.
Margy steps back in alarm.
Easter Monday. Very appropriate.
What on earth…?
Well he’s not the Easter Bunny.
(flamboyant wand-gesture to rabbit)
I give you… The Meeting With The Mentor.
The rabbit offers a paw. Margy shakes her head. Disbelief.
MARGY Too much coffee. Definitely.
A stunned paw-shake. The rabbit speaks as he shakes - Southern Irish accent (we’ll get Colin Farrell for this)
(a little bow)
Hagan O’Hare. At your service.
She shakes her head.
MAGICIAN Well you wrote it!
I never! I…
The magician flourishes the wand…
Too late. A large black hole appears in the bedroom floor. Margy’s jaw drops.
…The Call To Adventure!
Margy’s momentarily a know-all.
MARGY Well strictly-speaking it’s just
the same as the Inciting Incident…
But we’ll cover all that in the sessions at FACT.
Starting Saturday May Fourth.
Book now via the website…
The magician rolls his eyes.
Feel free to crow-bar another advert.
The white rabbit gestures to the hole - chivalrous.
Margy shakes her head.
The magician folds his arms: bored.
Classic Refusal Of The Call To Adventure.
He pulls out a pocket-watch.
A sudden PUFF OF SMOKE. He disappears.
The white rabbit remains. He crouches and gestures a paw towards the black hole.
Margy shakes her head - uncertain.
What are you scared of?
Oh, the usual stuff. Heights. Flights.
Wasps. Confined spaces.
(gestures to the hole)
The rabbit shrugs.
No risk, no reward!
He bends forward… a white bob-tail flashes as he disappears into the hole.
Margy crouches and peers into the hole…
(TO BE CONTINUED…)