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The Great Works Project: Season Five, Episode Thirteen – a script by Thomas Typewriter

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———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 05, Episode 13

an epilogue

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2024 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE INTO BLACK


From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “05-13”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge. Shortly thereafter, from the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “an epilogue”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge. The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING rings out in the darkness.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

OPEN ON A DARK VELVET CURTAIN

Three spotlights focus on the curtain, all in a row. The center one is in the center of the curtains, where the two meet. The other two lights are on either side of the center. From below the frame emerges THE VELVET TOUCH, a Helping Hand wearing ripped fishnet gloves and uneven black fingernail polish. The Velvet Tough is holding a cue card. As it comes up, the side of the cue card we see is blank. They rotate the cue card around and on the other side is written the following: “05-13”. After holding the cue card stationary for a few moments, allowing the viewer time to read the card, they rotate the card around once more. The other side now has writing on it. As if part of some magic trick the card has the following written on it: “an epilogue”. The Velvet Touch again holds the cue card stationary for a moment. A second HELPING HAND reaches down from the top of the screen. The other Helping Hand grips the top of the cue card. The Velvet Touch lets go of the cue card and exits sinking below the bottom of the frame. The second Helping Hand exits, sliding out of view, along with the cue card, through the top of the frame. The velvet curtains open revealing…


INT. WRITER’S ROOM. LATE AT NIGHT


Z-MOUSE sits at the end of the table in the Writer’s Room. He leans over his floating cloud chair, head propped on an arm. His other arm is stretched out to the desk attempting to take notes. His writing slows and eventually halts, as his head nods forward.

OPEN INITIALLY IN A SOFT FOCUS MS OF Z-MOUSE AS HE TRIES TO STAY AWAKE.

He attempts to stay awake but sleep’s siren call is too loud.

SHIFT BETWEEN IN-FOCUS AND OUT-OF-FOCUS ON THE SHOT OF Z-MOUSE. AS HE STARTS TO FALL ASLEEP, GO OUT-OF-FOCUS. THEN WHEN HE CATCHES HIMSELF NODDING OFF PULL BACK INTO FOCUS.

Z-Mouse drops his pencil and rests his head on his arms. Soon he is fast asleep.

FADE OUT THROUGH GOING OUT OF FOCUS

FADE IN

EXT. THE GRITTY OVERLAP, DAYTIME

Lands of yellowish-white sands meet grassy scrub hills. A footpath runs across the center of the stage. The stage itself is on the crest of a gentle hill. In the distance, stage-right is rolling dunes of white and yellow sands. In the other direction, stage-left, there are low rolling grassy hills. In the center of the stage stands a signpost showing that the path splits in two directions. A small lamp burns off the top of the signpost. The post appears as a Tiffany lamp on top of multiple posts nailed together. The stage is dark like night and the lamp glows bright, glows bright, glows bright, and then the stage-lighting changes as if night turns to day, or dusk to dawn. Z-MOUSE enters stage-right. He walks up to the signpost and reads the choices. THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE, a woman dressed in flowing robes of pale otherworldly fabric and hair of red streaked with grey, materializes behind him.

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
(in a spooky-voice) “Choose wisely traveler for you have an important choice to make. Listen to my tales…”

Z-MOUSE turns and holds out his hand shaking the The Ethereal Presences hand. She is startled

Z-MOUSE
“Hi there, Z-Mouse’s the name. A swell place you have here.”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
(in a spooky voice) “You have a choice to make.”

Z-MOUSE
“Choices, I love choices. Have you worked here long?”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
(regular voice) “What are you doing?”

Z-MOUSE
“Being polite. Asking questions.”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
“Why?”

Z-MOUSE
(pulls out a notebook) “You seem interesting. Got this whole spooky thing going on.”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
“Nobody has ever said that before. Are you sure you’re not the least bit scared? Most people ignore what I have to say and can’t move on fast enough.”

Z-MOUSE
(starts writing in a notebook) “And if they stuck around, what would you tell them?”

The Ethereal Presence stares at Z-Mouse for a moment trying to figure out if he is being genuine or playing a trick on her. Finally, she decides to believe him and gives in to the conversation.

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
“Okay, I’m game but we may be here awhile. We might as well be comfortable.”

The Ethereal Presence pulls two chairs or stools from somewhere unseen. She hands one to Z-Mouse and they sit down. A campfire appears.

Z-MOUSE
“Thank you.”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
“Your welcome.”

Z-MOUSE
“Okay, so you appear and then what?”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
“For as long as I can recall, well mostly as long as I can recall, I’ve appeared and warned travelers that they have to choose a path and they should choose wisely.”

Z-Mouse nods and writes down notes.

Z-MOUSE
“Go on, tell me everything.”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Z-MOUSE
“Oh, no. Those meetings go on forever and whatever we write their going to change it later. No, I think it is much more interesting speaking with you.”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
“Oh wow, that is really nice. Where was I”

Z-MOUSE
(rereading notes) “You appear and warn the travelers but no one listens.”

THE ETHEREAL PRESENCE
“Yes, and it is so frustrating!”

PAN OUT

The Velvet Touch re-enters the frame as the camera pans out. They appear as one hand at each end of the frame. The Velvet Touch reaches off-screen left and off-screen right grabbing hold of something. The Velvet Touch then pulls the item, velvet curtains, inward closing the curtain on this episode. Three spotlights illuminate the curtain. The Velvet Touch waves goodbye and exits, sinking down out of view. Each of the spotlights turns off one by one.

FADE OUT

The Great Works Project: Season Five, Episode Twelve – a new script by Thomas Typewriter

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———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 05, Episode 12

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2024 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE INTO BLACK

From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “05-12”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge. The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING rings out in the darkness.

FADE OUT


FADE IN

THE CAMERA PANS DOWN. THE DARKNESS SHIFTS TO THE CURTAINS OF THE MID-STAGE.

THE MID-STAGE IS PROPERLY FRAMED

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED


The Mid-Stage curtains open revealing the interior of Thomas Typewriter’s Apartment. The stage-lights are off as the curtains open. Once the curtains have fully parted the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON can be heard followed by BIRDSONG. The stage lights slowly turn of going from a dim setting to brightness as if to represent a sunrise. Though the stage-lights do brighten they only reach three-quarters full brightness.

MID-STAGE: INT THOMAS’ APARTMENT, MORNING

A small table sits front stage, just stage-left of the center. Across the back of the stage rests two tall bookshelves, filled with various books, graphic novels, CDs, artwork, and houseplants. Off to stage-right stands a bookshelf half as tall, topped by houseplants. It is also crammed with books, graphic novels, CDs, and artwork. THOMAS TYPEWRITER enters from stage-left dressed in a T-shirt and boxer shorts, having just woken up. He walks across the stage, yawning. He spies the typewriter sitting on the floor and stops. He yawns a second time and stretches to wake up. He scratches his side as he considers the typewriter. Coming to a decision he exits stage-right. He is gone a few moments where we can can hear the sounds of CABINETS OPENING AND CLOSING and DRAWERS OPENING AND CLOSING off stage. Thomas reenters from stage-right holding carrying a spray bottle and washcloth in one hand and a bowl of cereal, spoon, and cup of water in the other. He walks over to the desk and sets the items in his hand down on the desk. Thomas then exits stage-left and reenters dragging a chair. He pulls it over to the desk. Sitting down he eats a bit of cereal. He sets the bowl down and drinks some water. Returning the cup to the desk, Thomas picks up the typewriter from the floor and sets it in his lap.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(whisper) “Sorry cousin.”

Thomas Typewriter stretches to retrieve the spray cleaner and washcloth. He cleans off the typewriter. The stage-lights brighten the remaining amount to full brightness. He sets the spray bottle and rag on the floor, eats a little more cereal, and then stands. He sets the typewriter down on the desk before walking over to the moving boxes by the shelving unit. Grabbing one box, he pops it into shape as he returns to the desk. Thomas gingerly places the typewriter and desk contents into it. He takes out a marker from a drawer and writes the following on the box: “For later. Important.” He puts the marker in the box. Thomas turns and exits stage-left.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

THE CAMERA DISCONNECTS FROM FRAMING THE MID-STAGE. IT PANS UPWARD. GLIDING OVER THE TOP OF THE MID-STAGE SETS IT MOVES ONTO AND ACROSS THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. UPWARD IT PANS ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. AT THE TOP IT ENCOUNTERS THE HIGH-STAGE. IT STOPS WHEN PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The High-stage curtains part. They move fully to each side before the stage-lights turn on accompanied by the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. ROOM 304 OF THE MEDICALSHIP THE FLUTE, EVENING

The stage-right side of the room we see a large wall-size vid-screen. To the stage-left side of the room we can see a large window looking out on the space outside. Lights twinkle in the distance. Lights dance in the distance. Along the backwall of the stage are two doors. One door is smaller than the other. The smaller door leads to the bathroom while the larger door leads to the hallway. CARRO, in a medi-pod, looks out the window. LUCIDO OBSIDIAN, in his medi-pod, watches the vid-screen on the opposite side of the room. The image on the vid-screen cycles through the channels. He moves through the various television channels of the Nines: the Doghouse, The Scratching Post, The Birdcage, The Stables, the Fishtank, and even the Molehill. Clips of shows briefly flash on the vid-screen allowing glimpses of such tv shows as Detective Sherlock Dee, the Lion of London, Bio-Booster Armor MacGuyver, Abraham Washington: Love Child of Two Presidents, Gameshow the Gameshow, Deep Sea Fishing for Compliments, Falcon and the Abomnible Snowman, Car 54 Where are the Invaders, and the daily talk shows Underhill Live and Fancy Street.

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Nothing good is on. Carro, do you have any preferences?”

Carro does not respond. Lucido rotates to face Carro and the window.

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“You okay buddy. I asked you a question and you didn’t answer.”

Carro rotates towards Lucido.

CARRO
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
(clicks off vid-screen) “About what?”

CARRO
“Vessels and passengers.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“What do you mean?”

CARRO
“Oh how I used to be a vessel and now I am a passenger and I’m kind of freaking out. What will I do? What will I be if I am not a spaceship.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“This is just temporary. I imagine they will have a new ship to load you into soon.”

CARRO
“No, they will not. I never mentioned this but I was outdated and slated to be scrapped in two years. It was why I never really cared about trying hard. That was why I thought the three of us were such a good fit. I’d given up. You’d given up. Cedar’d given up. It worked.”

LUCIDO OBSIDIAN
“Ouch. Was it really that obvious.”

CARRO
“Yes.”

Lucido turns and moves next to Carro. They both look out the window sitting in silence for a moment. The High-Stage curtains close.

THE CAMERA DISCONNECTS FROM PROPERLY FRAMING HIGH-STAGE. IT PANS BACK BRING THE NARRATOR’S DOOR INTO FRAME.

CUT TO MS OF NARRATOR’S DOOR

Y-Mouse, dressed in a fine suit of blue dotted lines stands at the microphone for the Narrator’s Door.

Y-MOUSE
“Meanwhile and elsewhere…”

CUT BACK

Y-Mouse makes a sweeping gesture towards the High-Stage. The High-Stage curtains start to open.

THE CAMERA PANS BACK IN TO PROPERLY FRAME THE HIGH-STAGE.

The High-stage curtains open and the stage-lights are already on revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. THE GANTRY MEMORYCIRCLE

A giant person-sized crystal sits on a pedestal surrounded by ascending rows of seating in an amphitheatre-like design. The pedestal was aluminum and chrome accents spelling out in a cryptic alphabet the letters S, I, N, D, R, and U, and the numbers 3, 8, 11, 22, and 28. The crystal has two flat edges, one on the front and the other on the back. The sides of the large crystal have a more natural jagged crystalline mineral look. Overall the crystal has the look of an unusually large piece of crystal that had two edges cut off and then polished while the remainder was left as it was found. The seating in the rows is made of long curving aluminum and chrome benches with handrails. The giant crystal and pedestal, or The Center Square, is positioned in the center of the stage with the rows of seats off to stage-left and stage-right of it. THE SPACE EGG stands stage-right, just off center, looking into the Center Square. It watches as the flat face on the Center Square repeatedly cycles between a bright inner glow and a dim twinkle. THE INNER SPACE MAN enters stage-left. He is followed by THE LOYAL MECHANISM. The Space Egg turns towards the Inner-Space Man.

THE SPACE EGG
“Any luck.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“No. I found other people but they were stuck much like we were.”

THE SPACE EGG
“That’s unfortunate. Who’s your friend?”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
(looks down at The Loyal Mechanism) “Oh him. Found him country fried rice in a room. Been following me ever since. There are others like it scuttling all over around here, but they all ignored me.”

THE SPACE EGG
“Well, you do have a winning personality.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Ha Ha. Now as I was saying, not spraying, this guy did show me the most interesting tidbit. Seven, four, eleven. I think this place is some kind of storehouse, savings for days, for Biff’s imagination.”

THE SPACE EGG
“Makes sense given everything we have seen.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“But how now does that help us.”

THE SPACE EGG
“Did you happen to see Biff when exploring those hallways?”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Yes, but not first try if you don’t. The hallways were filled with rooms looking onto a variety of different people. Different times and places all upside down pineapple cake. Then my new friend showed me a switch. It could adjust the image, new lens in the lighthouse. Will Alexandria burn forever? I was able to see different people in different worlds, and each time I flipped the switch…”

THE SPACE EGG
“You saw Biff pretending.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“I saw Biff pretending.”

THE SPACE EGG
“Did you see us?”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“There was one broken machine. Split right in the middle. Figured it could have been our home run home base.”

THE SPACE EGG
“And in this here giant crystal, I saw Biff’s life. I think this place, you, me, this building, are all extensions of Biff. He’s the source, so we should go to the source of the problem.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Wait. Biff? Go to Biff?”

THE SPACE EGG
“Yes. We should go to Biff.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Are you serious? Even if we knew how to get to him, which we do not, he’s the reason we got frozen in the first place. No way.”

THE SPACE EGG
“Yes, he’s the reason we were frozen but I’m not sure he even realizes that happened. I don’t think he is even aware that we exist. I have been watching him in this giant crystal and I really think he would help us if he knew. And I am positive he would help us if we asked.”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“You really think so?”

THE SPACE EGG
“Yes.”

The Inner-Space Man takes an audible deep breath in, lets out a long breath, and sits down.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“Okay. Let’s give it a try. I trust you. If you think he will, then I am willing to try. The question is, how do we get to him.”

The Loyal Mechanism walks forward between the two of them and starts to speak in a beeping language as if saying, “If you want to get to Biff, that’s easy. That can be done right now.”

THE SPACE EGG
“What is going on with your friend?”

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“No idea. Maybe his battery is low.”

A telescoping antenna emerges from the Loyal Mechanism. It then hums a low resonant note. From off stage comes a responding LOW HUM. The entire stage starts to rumble as the Wardrobe of a Thousand and One Costumes starts to move. The Inner-Space Man and the Space Egg start to weave. The Loyal Mechanism moves over to the Memory Crystal.

THE INNER-SPACE MAN
“What is going on!”

THE SPACE EGG
“I don’t know.”

The entire stage tilts to a severe angle. The Inner-Space Man and the Space Egg fall and slide stage-left out of frame. The Loyal Mechanism dangles from the Memory Crystal. The stage-lights turn off to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The High-Stage curtains close.

FADE OUT

The Great Works Project: Season Five, Episode Eleven – A script by Thomas Typewriter

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———–<.thom.>———–

THE GREAT WORKS PROJECT

a puppet play in many parts

Season 05, Episode 11

By Thomas Typewriter

(c) 2024 thomas typewriter

———–<:type:>———–

FADE INTO BLACK

From the bottom of the screen scrolls up the following text: “05-11”. It moves upwards, pausing a moment in the center of the frame, then continues upward, exiting the frame at the top edge. The sound of TYPEWRITER KEYS CLICK CLACKING rings out in the darkness.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

THE CAMERA PANS DOWN. THE DARKNESS SHIFTS TO THE CURTAINS OF THE MID-STAGE.

THE MID-STAGE IS PROPERLY FRAMED

MID-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The Mid-stage curtains open. As they part the Mid-Stage lights flip on with the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING ON revealing…

MID-STAGE: EXT. THE SUPPLY CLOSET OFFICE SUPPLY STORE PARKING LOT, DAYTIME.

MS OF THOMAS AT THE TRUNK

THOMAS TYPEWRITER stands by his car, looking into the open trunk. He shuts the trunk and then hops up to sit on top of the closed trunk. From his coat pocket, he pulls out a HANDY-BAR candy bar and a can of SATELLITE SODA. He opens the soda, takes a sip, and sets it down on the trunk. He then unwraps the candy bar and slowly chews. He stares out into nothing. A BUTTERFLY enters stage-left and flies past him.

CAMERA PANS OUT TO LS OF THOMAS ON TRUNK.

The butterfly flits around the parking lot. Thomas watches it.

TRANSITION FROM MID-STAGE TO HIGH-STAGE

The butterfly flies upwards past the tops of the Mid-stage sets.

THE CAMERA DISCONNECTS FROM THE MID-STAGE AND PANS UPWARD. THE CAMERA TRACKS THE SLOW FLIGHT OF THE BUTTERFLY UPWARD.

It flies upwards along the Curtain of Clouds, lazily left and right, ultimately flying out of the frame.

THE CAMERA CONTINUES PANNING UPWARD ALONG THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS. IT GAINS SPEED SWIFTLY REACHING THE TOP OF THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS AND THE HIGH-STAGE LOCATED THERE. IT CLICKS IN PLACE FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE AND THE NARRATOR’S DOOR.

HIGH-STAGE: CURTAINS CLOSED

The Narrator’s Door opens and Y-MOUSE enters. He is dressed casually and sits down. He relaxes and observes the High-Stage.

THE CAMERA SHIFTS TO EMPHASIZE THE STAGE AREA EXCLUDING THE NARRATOR’S AREA.

The High-stage curtains open. The stage-lights turn on to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING ON revealing…

HIGH-STAGE: INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE OF THE FLUTE MEDICALSHIP, AFTERNOON

A large curved window stretches out across the back of the stage. Twinkling lights out in space can be seen through the window. The window itself is framed by soft yellow framing. The floor and walls are in peaceful hues of yellow and brown. Three plush chairs sit at the edges of the stage. Two chairs on stage-right and one stage-left. CEDAR WAXWINGS, inside his Med-pod, sits in the center of the stage looking out the windows. The twinkling lights move across the space beyond. MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE enters from stage-left. He approaches Cedar.

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“Okay if I sit down.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Sure.”

A moment passes in silence.

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“That is some view.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Absolutely. Really gets you thinking.”

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“Sure does. If I may inquire, what does it get you thinking about?”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Like how we’re in a spaceship right and all hurt and bandaged. Our focus is on healing and it hurts and it sucks. Our world is one of pain right, but maybe not really. Maybe we just forgot that we are surrounded by all this beauty. All this wonder.”

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“Truthfully told.”

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“Thanks.”

They look a moment and then Cedar turns towards Minthril.

CEDAR WAXWINGS
“I’m Cedar by the way. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.”

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“Minthril. Glad to meet you. ”

Minthril leans over as Cedar extends a manipulator arm out of his Medi-Pod. They shake. Once finished, Minthril sits in a chair next to Cedar. They sit in silence for a couple minutes as the constellation of lights twirls outside the window.

MINTHRIL MOUSTACHE
“So, pardon my inquiry, but what brings you to this ship?”

The stage-lights turn off to the sound of A COMPUTER BOOTING OFF. The High-stage curtains close.

TRANSITION FROM HIGH-STAGE TO MID-STAGE

THE CAMERA UNCLICKS FROM PROPERLY FRAMING THE HIGH-STAGE AND PANS DOWNWARD. IT MOVES DOWN ONTO THE CURTAIN OF CLOUDS BELOW THE HIGH-STAGE. IT CONTINUES DOWN AND DOWN.

The BUTTERFLY flies in from stage-left. It flies downward.

THE CAMERA SLOWS AND TRACKS THE BUTTERFLY MOVING DOWNWARD.

The Butterfly flies past the top of the Mid-Stage sets.

THE CAMERA GLIDES DOWN LOCKING INTO PLACE PROPERLY FRAMING THE MID-STAGE.

MID-STAGE: INT. THOMAS TYPEWRITER’S APARTMENT, LATE AFTERNOON

The apartment is arranged in such a way that the living room and Thomas’ studio are visible. The front third of stage-left is the studio area with its desk and typewriter. The rest of the stage is the living room with its bookshelves and entryway. The desk is topped by a typewriter and a stack of papers. A large wastecan sits to the stage-right side of the desk, while a tall floor lamp sits on the stage-left side. The living room area has three bookcases, each filled with graphic novels, music CDs, books, artwork, and houseplants. The three run in a line stage-left to stage-right. The first and second are touching, with the second parallel to the stage-front and the first at a slight angle. There is a gap between the second and third. This gap leads to the entryway and front door of the apartment behind the second bookcase. The third bookcase sits at a 45 degree angle. The Butterfly flies into the room from the top of the frame and flies out of frame exiting stage-right. APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS emerge from off-stage. KEYS UNLOCK and A DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES. THE DOOR RELOCKS. Thomas Typewriter enters the living room, emerging from the gap between the second and third bookcase. He is carrying packages of moving boxes. He strides stage-right and sets them down on the floor in front of the third bookcase’s corner. He then slowly looks around the room.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
“Sigh.”

Thomas walks to his writing desk. He extends his arm and in one sweeping motion pushes the typewriter and stack of paper off the desk and into the wastecan. He walks away exiting the living room stage-right. After a moment he walks back into the room and pulls the typewriter out of the trash. He gives it a kiss.

THOMAS TYPEWRITER
(soft whisper) “I’m so sorry about that. Please forgive me.”

He gently sets the typewriter on the floor and then exits stage-right. The stage-lights turn off to the sound of A LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING OFF. The Mid-Stage curtains close.

FADE OUT