<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:08:25.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Knobloch Secrets"</title><subtitle type='html'>A fast paced, character driven comedy screenplay which challenges the survival of modern relationships through a gauntlet of language barrier mishaps, role reversals and a daunting prospective mother-in-law</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-2297482118104846748</id><published>2010-07-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:32:00.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 46</title><content type='html'>INT. JAIL CELL - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch and Angelique, locked in a jail cell, laugh together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I thought JR was perfect man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;He is very bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Very bad. Why we fight for this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;We not need a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Speak for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Men come und go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Now mostly they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;But I am always your sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;So you won’t call me &lt;em&gt;Schlampe&lt;/em&gt; anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect. But we are sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-2297482118104846748?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/2297482118104846748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-46.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2297482118104846748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2297482118104846748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-46.html' title='Scene 46'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-2219545511934834880</id><published>2010-07-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:45:37.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 45</title><content type='html'>INT. JAIL CELL - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch and Angelique are locked in a jail cell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;This is all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(realization setting in)&lt;br /&gt;JR call the police on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Me too. I loved JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have his baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You are too old for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;I was always jealous of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who do everything right. I had bad grades. Don’t go to university. No husband. Never succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I worked hard, gave up too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You looked down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;No. You were fun, prettier than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch shoots Angelique an angry look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You marry Gustav Knobloch. Handsome, successful, great businessman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You did not invite me to the wedding. Not even tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;We married in secret. Nobody knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t even tell me until after he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Angelika, you were big Schlampe. Every time I introduced a boy, you took him from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You had the best boys. But nobody was good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was good enough for you. You slept with every boyfriend I had, except Hans. Hans was good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I must tell you something about Hans and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch shoots an angry look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you got Gustav, the best man ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;But he die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, you always had it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Angelika, I had so much fear that I fail. I work hard at university, at job, just work. No seeing the world. Then Jutta come, no more chance for fun. Und alone, always alone. You think that easy? I am jealous of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You always had fun, no matter how difficult the world. Big test in school, make study break, big party - celebrate test. Test go bad, celebrate bad grade. Fail school, party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;But I failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I always did the right thing, but never enjoy nothing. My life is like boring third rate TV drama. Goes on and on, season after season. You live life fun. Und you win the Emmy, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;But you have Jutta. I always wanted a daughter. Someone who needs me. Too late now. I traveled the world in drug-induced trance. I don’t get awards for that. I just smoked too many doobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You have one now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique laughs, followed by Frau Knobloch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-2219545511934834880?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/2219545511934834880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2219545511934834880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2219545511934834880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-45.html' title='Scene 45'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-8210950505666641497</id><published>2010-07-19T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:13:54.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 44</title><content type='html'>INT. IZARRA’S APARTMENT, BEDROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Izarra lie in bed together. Izarra kisses Chris, but he hardly responds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I can’t. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra rolls over and goes to sleep, disappointed. Chris’s cell phone rings. He answers, looks very concerned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-8210950505666641497?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/8210950505666641497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/8210950505666641497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/8210950505666641497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-44.html' title='Scene 44'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-8247203185434580908</id><published>2010-07-17T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:07:18.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 43</title><content type='html'>EXT. PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta and Bob are suprized to find themselves on a blind date together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Knobloch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta’s phone rings. Startled, she turns it off in a fury.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;The same thing you’re doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;How could I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;That picture didn’t look like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Your military shot wasn’t any better. But totally hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Really? ... Stop that. If they found out at the office, I’d --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;The office is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;It’s all over, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be back on your feet in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I can’t. I just can’t anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;You’re strong. I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(breaking down)&lt;br /&gt;My life’s a disaster. I invested everything in that job. Now it’s just vanished in thin air. And Chris is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;(feigned sadness)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that’s terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I miss the office. There’s something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;No, I miss it too. I miss your incessant orders. Your insensitive badgering and complaining about minutia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You do take orders well. And apparently I like giving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Ruff!&lt;br /&gt;Jutta throws Bob another biscuit, now intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know if I want to do finance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;You can’t change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You‘re looking for a new job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Got a family business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Dog-walking service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Land management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Hired hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;We own the land. Mostly the Southwest, Texas to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;So why were you working for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;My parents let me do anything. You can’t learn unless you’re confronted with your mistakes. I do well in a hostile environment where you get your head bit off at the slightest misstep. You’re really good at that.&lt;br /&gt;Jutta’s phone rings. She turns it off without diverting her attention from Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;A businessman. And trainable. I like the sound of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-8247203185434580908?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/8247203185434580908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/8247203185434580908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/8247203185434580908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-43.html' title='Scene 43'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-101053761082676612</id><published>2010-07-13T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:27:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 42</title><content type='html'>EXT. PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta’s Date enters wearing fake dog ears such that he is not readily identifiable. Jutta sees him, becomes horrified, throws on the hat and sunglasses. Her cell phone rings. She turns it off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA’S DATE&lt;br /&gt;Ruff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(startled, then)&lt;br /&gt;I’m going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA’S DATE&lt;br /&gt;Ruff ruff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(startled again)&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA’S DATE&lt;br /&gt;Ruff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(growing irritated)&lt;br /&gt;In English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA’S DATE&lt;br /&gt;Ruff ruff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Stop that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta throws a dog biscuit at him in anger. He grabs it and gobbles it up. Amused, Jutta throws him another. He gobbles it up, then sits up panting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I’m outta’ here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta turns to leave. He whimpers, causing Jutta to stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Do any tricks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA’S DATE&lt;br /&gt;Ruff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Roll over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He complies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He does. Jutta throws him another biscuit, sits on bench.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;There’s something to be said for a man of few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panting, he crawls on all fours to Jutta and puts his head on her lap. Jutta pets him, knocking his dog ears off, revealing that it is Bob. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Bob? Bob!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-101053761082676612?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/101053761082676612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/101053761082676612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/101053761082676612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-42.html' title='Scene 42'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-5241959928259772327</id><published>2010-07-10T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:46:22.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 41</title><content type='html'>EXT. PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta approaches a park bench.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Tante Angelique? Angelique??? This is the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta notices something on the bench. There is a hat, dark sunglasses, a box of dog biscuits and a note. Jutta picks up the note and reads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;Meet my friend Scruffy. Put on the hat and sunglasses and feed him dog biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta throws the note down and sits on the bench in disgust. Her cell phone rings, startling her. She answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLIT SCREEN - JUTTA AND LONDON BUSINESSMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Angelique???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON BUSINESSMAN&lt;br /&gt;Jutta? It’s James from Chaswick and Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Oh James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON BUSINESSMAN&lt;br /&gt;I heard you might be on the market after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Actually --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON BUSINESSMAN&lt;br /&gt;That position in London is still open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(having trouble saying no)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready for a move right now. My fiancee . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON BUSINESSMAN&lt;br /&gt;50% increase in salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;. .&amp;nbsp;and I are having problems --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON BUSINESSMAN&lt;br /&gt;Generous housing package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(increasingly interested)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe getting married --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON BUSINESSMAN&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed bonus of twice last year’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(wants the job)&lt;br /&gt;I need a day to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON BUSINESSMAN&lt;br /&gt;I want you in the office a week from Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. - GAY BAR - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absolute mayhem as the fire engulfs the bar, drag queens running in all directions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-5241959928259772327?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/5241959928259772327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-41.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5241959928259772327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5241959928259772327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-41.html' title='Scene 41'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-1863493842910950482</id><published>2010-07-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:25:20.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 40</title><content type='html'>INT. GAY BAR - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch and Angelique are&amp;nbsp;already a bit&amp;nbsp;drunk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(to Bartender)&lt;br /&gt;We need another drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;Better let those catch up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I want another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;OK, one more, but then I gotta’ cut you off. Oh, looks like the show’s starting. JR’s up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bartender serves two more drinks. Frau Knobloch and Angelique become increasingly drunk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The theme song to “Dallas” starts to play. Frau Knobloch and Angelique have their own personal religious experiences when they hear it. JR, a striptease version of the character from “Dallas,” enters, poses, dances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;JR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;JR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique waves to JR, eliciting an angry look from Frau Knobloch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch tries to catch JR’s eye by drinking her JR’s Special seductively and posing. Angelique tries to catch up by downing her drink and licking her lips. Frau Knobloch finishes her drink and pours ice into her cleavage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;We play fair, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Ja, OK. You too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JR does a particularly sexy move. Angelique shrieks and runs for him. Frau Knobloch stops her. JR throws a small piece of clothing to the audience. Frau Knobloch runs for it, pushing several men out of the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I got it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JR dances on the bar. Man in Drag Three tucks a bill into JR’s pants. Angelique hits him with her purse. Man in Drag Four starts feeling JR up. Frau Knobloch shoves him. In the meantime, Angelique climbs on the bar. Frau Knobloch becomes infuriated and climbs on the bar on JR’s other side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;Hey, no customers on the bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique starts touching JR, prompting Frau Knobloch to do the same. Angelique grabs JR’s arm. Frau Knobloch grabs his other arm. Angelique pulls JR towards her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;He is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch pulls JR to her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JR&lt;br /&gt;Security!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JR&lt;br /&gt;Security!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bartender climbs on the bar and tries to stop Angelique, who accidentally backhands her in the face. Man in Drag Five tries to stop Frau Knobloch who wrestles with him, causes his wig to come off in her hand. She screams, then punches him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JR&lt;br /&gt;Security!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the midst of their tug-a-war, they accidentally knock JR off the bar, and a candle falls over. JR is unconscious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The curtains catch on fire from the candle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-1863493842910950482?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/1863493842910950482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1863493842910950482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1863493842910950482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-40.html' title='Scene 40'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-5191886507148249319</id><published>2010-07-06T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:19:09.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 39</title><content type='html'>INT. - GAY BAR - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bartender serves two drinks. Frau Knobloch downs the entire drink. Angelique, so as to not be shown up, downs hers too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I have another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;They’re strong, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(flirting)&lt;br /&gt;Not as strong as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;We are German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bartender serves two more drinks. MAN IN DRAG ONE orders a drink next to Frau Knobloch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN IN DRAG ONE&lt;br /&gt;Oooh honey, you look great. And those look real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man in Drag One feels Frau Knobloch’s breasts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN IN DRAG ONE&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm ... Feel real too. You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man in Drag One picks up his drink and walks away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;What was that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Ami custom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I not like this custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Are mine OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAN IN DRAG TWO approaches the bar to order a drink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN IN DRAG TWO&lt;br /&gt;Your moomoo is fabulous. And how’d you get these to look so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man in Drag Two reaches out to touch Frau Knobloch’s breasts. She slaps his hands away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN IN DRAG TWO&lt;br /&gt;Touchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man in Drag Two turns away and orders a drink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You must be culturally understanding. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH &lt;br /&gt;You know what the Romans did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and it’s time you did it too. You made her feel bad. Show cultural awareness. Do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(to Man in Drag Two)&lt;br /&gt;OK, I am ready. You may touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN IN DRAG TWO&lt;br /&gt;You’re adorable.&lt;br /&gt;(squeezes her breasts)&lt;br /&gt;And those are hot. I didn’t get mine together so good. Give ‘em a squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch looks to Angelique, upset. Angelique gestures insistently. Frau Knobloch gingerly squeezes Man in Drag Two’s breasts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;They are a little hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN IN DRAG TWO&lt;br /&gt;I was in a hurry, so I just tossed in a couple grapefruits. Do you think anyone will notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;No, no. They are very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN IN DRAG TWO&lt;br /&gt;You’re sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man in Drag Two picks up his drink and walks away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Very strange people in this country!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-5191886507148249319?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/5191886507148249319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-39.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5191886507148249319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5191886507148249319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-39.html' title='Scene 39'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-5730304859474949205</id><published>2010-07-04T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:54:08.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 38</title><content type='html'>INT. - GAY BAR - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gay bar filled with drag queens. Rainbow flags, a sign “Drag Night at Dallas Bar” and many candles adorn. The BARTENDER is a very butch woman. Frau Knobloch and Angelique enter with great excitement, glammed up to the hilt, including wigs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;So, this is JR’s place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of the Amis - very superficial. Always say nice thing, but just want something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You remember our deal. We watch JR’s show, but we not talk with him. He choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Ja, ja. But you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you two really outdid yourselves. I would have sworn you were real women if it weren’t for all the glitz. &lt;br /&gt;(to Angelique)&lt;br /&gt;Only a drag queen would wear that much make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(to Frau Knobloch, proud)&lt;br /&gt;He called me a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You are so naive! Fooled by superficial compliment.&lt;br /&gt;(to Bartender)&lt;br /&gt;I am a queen too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(flirting with Bartender)&lt;br /&gt;And where are all the men? You seem to be the only man here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. But actually I consider myself a boi, B-O-I, boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(to Angelique)&lt;br /&gt;Why he think we know not how to spell?&lt;br /&gt;(to Bartender)&lt;br /&gt;I know that. B-O-I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;So what are you girls drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Girls! I have a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;No, no beer! You know what the Amis put in beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;OK, have a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;How about tonight’s special - JR’s Favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ja!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;Kinda’ like a Long Island Iced Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Add schnapps to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER&lt;br /&gt;You sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Yes! &amp;nbsp;. . .&amp;nbsp; The women here are not so attractive. Not much competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Ja, but really ugly. I never see so hideous women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;That one is so ugly, she look like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Wait! What kind of place is this? Normal women are not so ugly&amp;nbsp; . . . &amp;nbsp;I think they are French.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-5730304859474949205?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/5730304859474949205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-38.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5730304859474949205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5730304859474949205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-38.html' title='Scene 38'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-1227290693864672392</id><published>2010-07-03T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:41:29.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 37</title><content type='html'>EXT. OUTSIDE HOMELESS SHELTER 3 - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta collapses in exhaustion. A tear comes to her eye. Her cell phone rings. She answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANK OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Knobloch, because of the large amount of an ATM transaction, we need to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANK OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;Thirty thousand dollars. Shall I process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Yes, immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta hangs up, looks concerned. The phone beeps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOSE ON CELL PHONE&lt;br /&gt;“Emergency! Meet me at the park. Angelique.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-1227290693864672392?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/1227290693864672392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1227290693864672392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1227290693864672392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-37.html' title='Scene 37'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-2397731902720555748</id><published>2010-07-02T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:25:53.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 36</title><content type='html'>INT. HOMELESS SHELTER 1 - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta leaves the shelter, comments to Receptionist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. RESTAURANT FOR RENT THREE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Izarra admire a sparse, yet clean space.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Good vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It’s perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL ESTATE AGENT&lt;br /&gt;There’s already a bid. I can get you ahead if you can put down 30,000 cash today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(to Izarra)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never find a place this good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna’ get 30,000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris takes a bank card out of his wallet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I could borrow it from Jutta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;You have her password?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Every idiot knows you never use your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;That’s why no-one would guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. HOMELESS SHELTER 2 - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta runs into the shelter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. RESTAURANT FOR RENT THREE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tie yourself to that woman with a loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she’d never trust me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra perks up. Chris places the bank card in his pocket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I’d never get the rest of the financing anyway. Two banks already turned me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I do readings for a banker who focuses on small business loans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Why would he give me a loan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;A conjunction of Mercury with Saturn will indicate he needs to invest in socially responsible gastronomy. He always follows my advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra starts to massage Chris’s shoulders. She secretly removes the bank card from Chris’s pocket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got some money saved up. I’ll lend you the 30,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You’d support me like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I’d do anything for my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Business partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. HOMELESS SHELTER 2 - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta runs out of the shelter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOSE ON IZARRA HOLDING BANK CARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;May 7th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-2397731902720555748?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/2397731902720555748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2397731902720555748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2397731902720555748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/07/scene-36.html' title='Scene 36'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-3155802107964807814</id><published>2010-06-29T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:47:13.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 35</title><content type='html'>INT. RESTAURANT FOR RENT TWO - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Izarra are disgusted by another bad space.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Let’s give it a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Izarra explore, make unsavory discoveries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Live food could catch something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You know how veganism built on the vegetarian movement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I could turn vegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Then came nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;(becoming aroused)&lt;br /&gt;Nude? I’m into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You know, raw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Raw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;The raw or nude foods movement discovered the nutritional benefits of eating everything raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;(more aroused)&lt;br /&gt;That’s hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Never heating food to more than 104 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;A hot, feverish body temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;The live foods movement takes it further, recognizing that live cultures like those in yogurt can exist in everything we eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Like a raw steak quivering on the cutting board awaiting your masculine hands to tenderize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris is confused by Izarra’s lack of understanding but is carried along in his excitement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Refueling the body with a multitude of beneficial bacteria, which find their home deep within the bowel and aid in the digestion process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Deep within the bowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You should try my live foods cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;(breaking from her building arousal)&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake? With no cheese? That’s not cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about the proper use of nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;(back into arousal)&lt;br /&gt;Nuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Cashews as a base. Macadamias for lightness and lift and brazil nuts for a little pungent kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Then I use my hands to massage the dough, applying just enough strength so as not to bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;A little bruise never hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Add dates and figs, and stir harder and harder, increasing momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hmmm. Mmm hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Lemon pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Pulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Gently massage in coco butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;(massaging herself)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra moans continuously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Stirring harder and harder, keeping aware of the consistency. Firmer and firmer, until finally you reach just the right point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;(reaching orgasm)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, yes, God yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Are you OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra lights a cigarette, still speechless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I’m just excited about this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra throws the cigarette in toilet. The water in the toilet lights on fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-3155802107964807814?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/3155802107964807814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-35.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3155802107964807814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3155802107964807814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-35.html' title='Scene 35'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-7849272934521646138</id><published>2010-06-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T09:34:04.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 34</title><content type='html'>EXT. RESTAURANT FOR RENT ONE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Izarra peer through the window trying to get a better look inside, while a REAL ESTATE AGENT opens the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They enter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. RESTAURANT FOR RENT ONE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The interior is in shambles. Slaughter equipment is strewn about. Izarra extends her hands to feel the aura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Kinda’ cool. It has a red aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL ESTATE AGENT&lt;br /&gt;It was an illegal slaughter house. Got caught when blood stopped up the drain and flowed in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. HOMELESS SHELTER 1 - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta, exhausted and out of breath, approaches RECEPTIONIST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking for a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECEPTIONIST&lt;br /&gt;Sweety, you can do better. These are homeless men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta storms past her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-7849272934521646138?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/7849272934521646138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/7849272934521646138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/7849272934521646138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-34.html' title='Scene 34'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-7569280901591425475</id><published>2010-06-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:57:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 33</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch is at the computer, working on Jutta's online dating profile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(typing)&lt;br /&gt;Strong German woman look for snuggly puppy dog. I do the spanking. You lick my boot.&lt;br /&gt;(hits enter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wunderbar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING ... PING, PING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING, PING, PING ... &lt;em&gt;leading to an avalanche of&lt;/em&gt; PING’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Jutta, hurry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta enters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You are very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I have to visit three homeless shelters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta shoos Frau Knobloch out. She approaches the computer to turn it off, then hesitates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm ... &lt;br /&gt;(clicks mouse, reads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY MALE VOICE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly little doggy wants to make your every wish come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta begins to shut down the computer, hesitates, reads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY MALE VOICE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a bad little puppy and need discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Ewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta&amp;nbsp;begins to shut down the computer, hesitates. She clicks on the picture, likes what she sees, types a message.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;So what are you hiding behind those enormous doggy ears?&lt;br /&gt;(hits enter)&lt;br /&gt;Must be some weirdo with an owner/pet complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY MALE VOICE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say about big ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta gasps, then reads further.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY MALE VOICE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;Pure submission waiting to fulfill your every order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;(typing)&lt;br /&gt;What if I’m too much for you? I’m told I’m very domineering.&lt;br /&gt;(hits enter)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can’t! I can’t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY MALE VOICE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;Play fetch with me in the park, and we’ll see. You bring the dog biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta types with excitement, then stops. Frau Knobloch hides behind the door watching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She runs out the front door. Frau Knobloch&amp;nbsp;approaches the computer and reads. She dials her cell phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Angelika? At the pet store? Buy dog biscuits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-7569280901591425475?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/7569280901591425475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/7569280901591425475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/7569280901591425475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-33.html' title='Scene 33'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-1871944119053154979</id><published>2010-06-24T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T05:15:56.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 32</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hear PING from the computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(reading new message on computer)&lt;br /&gt;“Come lick my boot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;No, that is not for Jutta. Maybe we change the intro-line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;OK. What do I write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;“Woman of equality looking for cute puppy-dog to snuggle with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique accidentally stomps on the hamster ball, smashing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Ewww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I liked that hamster better than I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I wish I’d had my shoes on ... I go to the pet store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique exits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-1871944119053154979?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/1871944119053154979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1871944119053154979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1871944119053154979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-32.html' title='Scene 32'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-3139999612156604989</id><published>2010-06-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:54:23.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 31</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sound of a PING emanates from the computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;We have a mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(reading)&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want to get spanked?” No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;It’s not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Ja, but I think Jutta like to do the spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique nods in agreement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, BEDROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta speaks on her cell phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean you don’t know any Chris? He’s the clean one ... relatively clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-3139999612156604989?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/3139999612156604989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3139999612156604989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3139999612156604989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-31.html' title='Scene 31'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-2107508889246333606</id><published>2010-06-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:27:54.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 30</title><content type='html'>INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris waits, increasingly upset. MIDDLE-AGE MAN enters and approaches Chris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDDLE-AGE MAN&lt;br /&gt;Is this where --?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Garret? Please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middle-age Man sits, takes a piece of cheesecake and eats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Have a piece. All organic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middle-age man has already finished it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDDLE-AGE MAN&lt;br /&gt;Sucks. Got any booze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No, but we’ll have a full bar offering organic cocktails, wines and fine ales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDDLE-AGE MAN&lt;br /&gt;(disappointed)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have another piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middle-age Man takes another piece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;So what led you to apply for this job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDDLE-AGE MAN&lt;br /&gt;Job? Someone at the half-way house said there’d be free food. And all you have is this crappy cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middle-age Man finishes his second piece and leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-2107508889246333606?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/2107508889246333606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2107508889246333606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2107508889246333606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-30.html' title='Scene 30'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-4409914060218271926</id><published>2010-06-19T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:55:25.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 29</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique sits on the couch and takes off her shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;This is good opportunity to find yourself. I took time off and traveled the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;What did you take time off from? Smoking doobies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(increasingly dramatic)&lt;br /&gt;I looked for myself. Searched high and low. Love. By blue skies as well as stormy weather. Love. On the green plain, the fertile valley, and in the desert. Love --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Get on with the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Did you find yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;No, but I make a lot of whoopee. You need that. Now it is easier to find a man. Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I’m calling the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta dials.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;That is how I meet JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;That is how I meet JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(into phone)&lt;br /&gt;Give me the number for the homeless shelter in Santa Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique goes to the office, followed by Frau Knobloch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;No, it’s not a new club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concerned about what they’re doing, Jutta follows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch and Angelique fight for the computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I already wrote a profile for you. We just need good intro-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Strong German woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(typing)&lt;br /&gt;Sexy German girl wanting to satisfy your every fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(writing down number)&lt;br /&gt;You make me sound like a prostitute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta exits, dialing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;She’s right. Add “I do not charge.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Und we attach the photo of Jutta in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch clicks the mouse and hits return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;She looks mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;That’s my girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-4409914060218271926?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/4409914060218271926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/4409914060218271926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/4409914060218271926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-29.html' title='Scene 29'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-7708063350441001333</id><published>2010-06-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:26:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 28</title><content type='html'>INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris waits for another candidate. He crosses off the 1 pm appointment on his list and writes “no-show.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta struggles further with her phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Jutta, you need new man, who make you feel like real woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;No, I need Chris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Homeless man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris crosses off the 1:30 pm appointment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-7708063350441001333?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/7708063350441001333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/7708063350441001333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/7708063350441001333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-28.html' title='Scene 28'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-6455579833837261356</id><published>2010-06-16T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:07:14.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 27</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique enters carrying shopping bags, tries to sneak by Frau Knobloch and Jutta. She wears a wig identical to Frau Knobloch’s. Jutta is deeply depressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique and Frau Knobloch examine each other’s hairdos in horror. Jutta continues to stare at her cell phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You have new hairdo for JR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;No. Disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;From the world government. They watch everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch scoffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;See that window? They use satellite to see everything you do. They even know what color underwear you have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;What if I have no underwear right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Then they know even more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Angelique turns, Frau Knobloch pulls the window shade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Tante Angelique, you got along with Chris, a little. Did he call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;If he call me, I hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Ja, he give me his phone number. Why would I call homeless man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-6455579833837261356?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/6455579833837261356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6455579833837261356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6455579833837261356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-27.html' title='Scene 27'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-4303989048512509302</id><published>2010-06-15T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T04:10:17.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 26</title><content type='html'>INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris waits for another candidate, becomes frustrated. A middle-aged HISPANIC WOMAN looks around confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Ms. De Rosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISPANIC WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I couldn’t hold this meeting at my office - renovations. Have a seat. Would you like to try my chocolate cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hispanic Woman takes a piece and starts eating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISPANIC WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm ... It’s good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hispanic Woman eats the cheesecake ravenously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It’s a symbol of the restaurant, 100% live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISPANIC WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;(mouth full)&lt;br /&gt;Live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Full of live bacterial cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hispanic Woman nearly vomits, races for the bathroom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-4303989048512509302?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/4303989048512509302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/4303989048512509302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/4303989048512509302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-26.html' title='Scene 26'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-303019333264451060</id><published>2010-06-14T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:53:03.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 25</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta stares at her cell phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You have been moping around three weeks. Get up, do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Chris might call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(snaps fingers)&lt;br /&gt;Get busy. Find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Well, what have you been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I prepare for meeting with JR. I go to gym every day - 2 hours exercycle. Do not tell Angelika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;She think she get JR. But I make myself look good in secret, und she never see me coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Mutti--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;We go to live show tonight, und he pick me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-303019333264451060?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/303019333264451060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/303019333264451060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/303019333264451060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-25.html' title='Scene 25'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-3726416370225642202</id><published>2010-06-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T07:59:51.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 24</title><content type='html'>INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris, dressed in business attire, sits at a table with an entire cheesecake. He waits with excitement. MS. APPLETON, an African-American business woman, enters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Appleton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS. APPLETON&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Chris. Nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS. APPLETON&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant’s smaller than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(trying to be friendly)&lt;br /&gt;No, I’m freeloading on a coffee shop for interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS. APPLETON&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t your office be more appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have an office yet. Would you like to try a piece of live chocolate cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS. APPLETON&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get on with the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;OK. &lt;br /&gt;(admiring resume)&lt;br /&gt;I see you’ve managed Organicville culinary for 5 years. Great fit for a live foods restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS. APPLETON&lt;br /&gt;Live is a very small niche market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(shaken)&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who can help select the space, get permits and licenses, hire staff, find funding--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS. APPLETON&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how competitive this business is? ... I gotta’ go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Appleton leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-3726416370225642202?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/3726416370225642202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3726416370225642202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3726416370225642202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-24.html' title='Scene 24'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-3560545472108085659</id><published>2010-06-12T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T06:12:17.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 23</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta is depressed. Frau Knobloch, in a good mood by her standards, has on a huge Dallas-style wig, with extra glitter. She speaks into the hamster ball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Hi Nibbles! Little Nibbly-poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;That’s Nibbles Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Nibbles One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Well, he is cuter than Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;What have I done? He’s living in a homeless shelter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;He’s found his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;He’s too proud to call me back. I have to find him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-3560545472108085659?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/3560545472108085659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3560545472108085659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3560545472108085659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-23.html' title='Scene 23'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-3524888865604128677</id><published>2010-06-11T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T05:34:33.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 22</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta dials a number on her cell phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. IZARRA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris’s cell phone rings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Chris, your phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra realizes Chris is gone, answers the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLIT SCREEN - JUTTA AND IZARRA - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta and Izarra look angrily at each other across divide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I have the wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Chris isn’t here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Who’s this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Homeless shelter. Message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;This is Jutta. I wanted to give Chris my new cell number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;It came through. I’ll pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra abruptly hangs up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOSE ON CELL PHONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra highlights “block caller” and presses enter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-3524888865604128677?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/3524888865604128677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3524888865604128677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3524888865604128677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-22.html' title='Scene 22'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-2209904366995466448</id><published>2010-06-07T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:20:32.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 21</title><content type='html'>INT. IZARRA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris tries to make a call on his cell phone, becomes frustrated. A coffee cup stands next to him. Izarra meditates next to a white painting canvas, tries to get his attention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra looks to see if Chris noticed, then tries louder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris tries to appear oblivious, but he’s actually intrigued.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(playfully)&lt;br /&gt;Need something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;No, I’m working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris goes back to his phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What kind of work are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Well, since you’ve already interrupted, I’m painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You’re so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Requires great concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you need paint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking for inspiration from the spirit world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Getting an answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;No. Every day, I sit down and wait. Sometimes it comes, sometimes it doesn’t. My last work took six months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Can I see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Last time someone didn’t like my work, I was severely depressed. I couldn’t leave the apartment and started banging my head against the wall over and over. Then my roommate moved out. Said she couldn’t take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What snapped you out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;My mother visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh nice, before she passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;No, years after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra reveals a canvas painted completely black.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Six months? Want me to be honest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;But nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sees something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I think I see&amp;nbsp;what’s going on in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I asked for inspiration, but I kept getting nothing. Then I realized nothing didn’t mean nothing. It meant black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten other messages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Not yet. But black is a popular theme in the spirit world. It’s a series of 23 paintings now.&lt;br /&gt;Izarra starts drinking Chris’s coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been so busy since you moved in 3 weeks ago. Hardly noticed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working on the restaurant. It’s too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I’m so proud of you. Kiss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No, It’s a mess. I can’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;You could kiss me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate staying here. Lucky thing you have a pull-out couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lucky thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I should be paying half the rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra flips the coffee cup over to read the grounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Monetary compensation wasn’t what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You’re a great friend, Izarra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;(reading the grounds)&lt;br /&gt;There she is again, that woman. She even has the same weird hair. You miss Jutta, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(dialing cell phone)&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Who are you calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Jutta. I left several messages. She hasn’t called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t have left. She could change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and the world government doesn’t use radiation from computer screens to cause impotence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris pushes himself away from the computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Nobody changes. Our course is written in the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;If the restaurant was a success, it would impress Jutta and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris leaves the room, depressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-2209904366995466448?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/2209904366995466448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2209904366995466448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2209904366995466448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/06/scene-21.html' title='Scene 21'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-5534811664233976969</id><published>2010-05-28T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:52:23.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 20</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA'S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM&amp;nbsp;- NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta stands alone, devastated. Frau Knobloch enters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Where is Bob? My suitcase need unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;He’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Chris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I wish you’d go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch leaves. Jutta’s cell phone rings. Jutta slams the riding crop down, answers in a rage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;What??? Oh sorry, Mr. Perez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. APARTMENT BUILDING LOBBY - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Izarra exits the elevator. She hears a man’s crying from behind a chair in the corner, approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Closing the office? I’m fired? Wouldn’t you want to transfer key management?&lt;br /&gt;(blowing up)&lt;br /&gt;Who said I’m a hot-head? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. APARTMENT BUILDING LOBBY - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(trying to suppress tears)&lt;br /&gt;I just made the worst mistake of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;(helping him up)&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(trying to sound calm)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mr. Perez, I’ll pick up my box in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta hangs up. She notices the hamster ball on the floor, kicks it in anger. It hits the wall so hard it explodes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-5534811664233976969?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/5534811664233976969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5534811664233976969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5534811664233976969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-20.html' title='Scene 20'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-8464887317946026154</id><published>2010-05-25T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:25:13.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 19</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT,&amp;nbsp;LIVING ROOM&amp;nbsp;- NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH &lt;br /&gt;Jutta, I like Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;We should keep this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris enters with Chinese food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;But not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch and Angelique exit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(suppressing anger)&lt;br /&gt;You could have picked me up at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I told you, we were at the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris finds it increasingly difficult to hide his anger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You left me alone in an interrogation room in your country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don’t deal well with people. It’s even straining my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(on the verge of bursting)&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is a --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta grabs the riding crop and slams it down, making a loud noise. Chris is so startled he nearly jumps through the roof. He quickly backs down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. But she doesn’t understand what I’m saying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t try harder, this whole thing won’t work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(gaining courage)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blowing up, Jutta slams down the riding crop again, startling Chris, but not as much as before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(quickly backing down)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Sometimes I think you don’t accept me for what I am. You’re a little domineering, and you like to give orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Indication of an efficient business personality. My father was a great businessman. I have to live up to his standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT, KITCHEN - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob cries while cleaning the kitchen. He perks up when he hears the loud arguing in the next room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hold me to his standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;That’s an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;I’m a creative person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You need structure, responsibility, a&amp;nbsp;real career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I’m too busy playing house-husband. Anyway, I didn’t get the assistant manager promotion. Gotta’ look for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta slams down the riding crop, startling Chris mildly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT, KITCHEN - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob continues cleaning, listens with enjoyment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;You never finish anything. What would my father think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I know your dad was incredible, and I know I’ll never be as good. I’ll improve and always strive to be something more. But I’ll always be Chris, not your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob enters, wearing an apron and carrying a duster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I finished the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;You’re not gonna’ fire me, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;As long as I have a job with the company, so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. You have no idea how much that means --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You can go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence as Bob leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You gonna’ fire him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. His pea-sized brain isn’t worth the air space it occupies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;If a subordinate knows he’s getting fired, he’s a liability. Incompetent people make you look good. And when a mistake happens, you blame it on them and send ‘em out the door. It’s Bob’s time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;How you gonna’ tell him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give him a call one evening and tell him to pick up his box in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you’ll do when it’s my time? ... My box is already packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta is speechless. Chris picks up his suitcase and leaves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-8464887317946026154?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/8464887317946026154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-19.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/8464887317946026154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/8464887317946026154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-19.html' title='Scene 19'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-746276768065285768</id><published>2010-05-22T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T12:26:06.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 18</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS'S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris tries to suppress his anger towards Jutta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;So what are you making for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot. Can you run downstairs for Chinese? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. We just got back from the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(irritated)&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch sneaks in as Chris leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Still &lt;em&gt;schmutzig&lt;/em&gt;. He cleaned nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta’s cell phone rings. She answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Bob, I don’t have time ... Well if it’s an emergency ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doorbell rings. Jutta notices Bob has hung up the phone. She answers the door. Bob enters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;em&gt;Ami? Schlampe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;This is Bob. He works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Oh good. Here, clean the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch hands Bob a cleaning rag. He begins cleaning with amazing efficiency.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Mutti, that’s not appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Knobloch, things are bad at the office. We’ve lost 3 key accounts, and there are rumors of layoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;If I had some furniture polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta hands Bob furniture polish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Secretarial staff will be the first to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;There won’t be any layoffs without my say-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Perez said my review was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch hands Bob a broom. He sweeps furiously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;That can’t be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one who reviews me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch points out spots where Bob should sweep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t give you a bad review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t write that my pea-sized brain isn’t worth the air space it occupies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;No-one would be so unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique enters with clothing over her arm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;All my clothings are wrinkled. Have you an iron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch sets up the ironing board. Jutta plugs in the iron. Frau Knobloch takes the clothes from Angelique and hands them to Bob who immediately begins to iron efficiently. Frau Knobloch exits to kitchen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(flirting with Bob)&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;(on the verge of crying)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose my job. I love this job. Do you have any spray starch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta hands Bob spray starch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I love working for you, Ms. Knobloch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(flirting aggressively)&lt;br /&gt;You missed a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;(starting to cry)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Perez wants to see me first thing in the morning, and I know he’s gonna’ fire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;He can’t fire you without my permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch enters from kitchen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen need cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob rushes into the kitchen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-746276768065285768?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/746276768065285768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/746276768065285768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/746276768065285768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-18.html' title='Scene 18'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-1297540858149497189</id><published>2010-05-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:53:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 17</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS'S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Izarra drink coffee together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;More coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Wait, the grounds have something important to say. Darkness over your love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Jutta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel your aura.&lt;br /&gt;(extends hands)&lt;br /&gt;She’s too cold for you, focused only on her career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;She’s a Taurus, the work horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;How would you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Early May birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;May 7th. How did --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Hard-core Taurus. May 7th. No creativity, no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You’ve never met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;The grounds say she has a daddy complex. You’ll never measure up. There’s someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;At work. Creative, beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Kendra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;They’re the only good-looking women at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;(growing irritated)&lt;br /&gt;There must be another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;The grounds must be getting stale. I’ll freshen this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I see another. Lives nearby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Joney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;The peg-legged girl who worked for the circus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;She’s always so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;You can’t think of someone nicer, more beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I was a beautiful actress in my last life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I was tragically murdered, and they announced to the public I died in my sleep. Big cover up. It was actually related to a little tryst with the Kennedy brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I was very misunderstood. Shy, innocent girl from the suburbs. And everyone just wanted to blow my skirt up in the air. I chose a lower profile in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;We learn from each lifetime, and when we’re ready, we ascend to a more challenging, higher plane of existence in future lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Stocking shelves is a step up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;It’s a higher challenge to be born with few resources, and obstacles like average looks and IQ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we met, I knew you were in a lifetime on the highest plane of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. I’m gonna’ put these away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris starts to pick up the coffee cups.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Since you’re so open to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra picks up a plastic ball and sets it on the table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I read crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;A crystal ball? Where’d that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that’s frosted plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;It’ll work. I’m very talented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra peers into the plastic ball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I better get things cleaned up. Jutta will be home any minute. She’s making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I see a negative influence in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Izarra, I really don’t believe in --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What’s that? A dark shadow? It’s moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Evil. Infiltrating your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Chill wind. Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What was that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;A demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;And that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;A goat. Blood. Hoofed creature beckons evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra shrieks, becomes truly frightened. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It moved. The crystal ball moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;You’re in real danger, immediate danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Blackness, clouds, demonic energy. An evil is coming fast and strong. Cold winds infiltrate the bone from afar. It’s evil, a true evil, and it’s coming now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta enters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Hi Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Izarra jump in shock. Izarra lets out a blood-curtling scream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Jutta ... This is Izarra, from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch and Angelique enter, sneak by Chris and exit to bedrooms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you. Can you believe someone on an upper floor dumped coffee on me? I bet it’s that loud obnoxious new neighbor in 9B. Oh, how’d that get up here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta picks up the plastic ball, opens the top and speaks into it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Hi Nibbles! Did you have a good run in your new hamster ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I’d better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure’s all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-1297540858149497189?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/1297540858149497189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1297540858149497189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1297540858149497189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-17.html' title='Scene 17'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-3262689322330220273</id><published>2010-05-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T08:48:28.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 16</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Izarra sit at a table, with coffee. Izarra flirts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Izarra. With a rolled “r.” Izarra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(tries unsuccessfully)&lt;br /&gt;Izarra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra giggles at his ridiculous attempt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;That’s so cute. Means star goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, looks like I got some grounds in the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, I’m an Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius is my sun sign. We’re abstract thinkers, creative &lt;br /&gt;people, not bound to the confines of the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I read coffee grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She throws the remainder of her coffee out the window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra flips the coffee cup upside down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Aquariuses see the world differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She turns the cup back over and looks inside. Chris tries to take a sip of coffee. Izarra stops him in order to show him her cup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Look at the scene the grounds paint for me. Here’s my &lt;br /&gt;love life. Just some older woman with a funny hairdo. &lt;br /&gt;Mother complex. Mom died when I was little. Aquariuses &lt;br /&gt;have trouble with love. We always come across as a good &lt;br /&gt;friend when we really want something romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris attempts to drink his coffee a second time. Izarra stops him in order to emphasize her next point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have a Scorpio ascendent. The ascendent is what &lt;br /&gt;you become as your life progresses. Scorpios are very &lt;br /&gt;sensual by nature. A little kinky sometimes in a dark sort &lt;br /&gt;of way, but they love sex. I have a great future ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Interesting --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look at yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She grabs the cup from Chris and throws the coffee out the window. Chris seizes it in hopes of rescuing a little.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to drink that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He finishes off what’s in the cup, chokes on the grounds and spits them in the cup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;The Scorpio in me thought that was hot. OK, flip it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(complies)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in this sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Now turn it right side up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He does. Izarra examines the coffee grounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Do you really know how to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhh. There are clouds over your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Career? I stock shelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;But you do it with me. I’m really an artist, you know. I paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Where can I see your work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I’m between shows. I was a princess in a previous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;The Russian Tsarina Alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris is clueless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Anastasia’s mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I hear Anastasia’s still alive. You might want to get in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;No, she died with me. Bright little one. I hear, in her &lt;br /&gt;present life, she’s a crack addict living under a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Have you told this to anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;No. People would think I’m crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Nooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-3262689322330220273?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/3262689322330220273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3262689322330220273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/3262689322330220273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-16.html' title='Scene 16'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-6373812297891411836</id><published>2010-05-03T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:40:19.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 15</title><content type='html'>INT. ELEVATOR - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris angrily enters the elevator with his suitcase. The doors begin to close.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris presses the OPEN button. Izarra enters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You live here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;I moved in a couple weeks ago. 9B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;9B? That’s right above us. We heard someone moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;Was I too loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No, hardly heard a thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;How was the trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Fine, yeah fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra detects the trip didn’t go well and hence her chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IZARRA&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been working together for a year now. It’s &lt;br /&gt;about time we had coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Come on up. No-one’s home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra smiles with aggressive seduction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-6373812297891411836?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/6373812297891411836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6373812297891411836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6373812297891411836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/05/scene-15.html' title='Scene 15'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-882703177882622124</id><published>2010-04-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:15:35.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 14</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta, Frau Knobloch and Angelique enter with suitcases.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;This is the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You could do better. &lt;em&gt;Und so schmutzig!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; . . . And so dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Just needs dusting. &lt;em&gt;Mutti,&lt;/em&gt; you’re in the guest bedroom, &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Tante&lt;/em&gt; Angelique, you’re in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I unpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique exits. Frau Knobloch examines the room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Germany is clean.&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I like LA, even with the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Then clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Chris’ll take care of it. I don’t understand what &lt;br /&gt;happened at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;He is really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn’t you let me stay? I feel guilty leaving him &lt;br /&gt;in the interrogation alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Why should we miss the plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I hope he got on the next flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-882703177882622124?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/882703177882622124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/04/scene-14.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/882703177882622124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/882703177882622124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/04/scene-14.html' title='Scene 14'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-1652746877578628869</id><published>2010-04-18T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T05:25:09.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 13</title><content type='html'>INT. AIRPORT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris, Jutta, Frau Knobloch and Angelique stand in the security line at the airport in Germany.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOICE OVER INTERCOM&lt;br /&gt;If you notice any suspicious activity, please notify &lt;br /&gt;airport security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was sagt er?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I know. I practice English for JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;This line is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I’m a master chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You look cute in your chef hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Preparing a masterpiece organic souffle for a big &lt;br /&gt;competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of my restaurant idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I love your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I wanna’ make it reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;A live vegan restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;That’s a very small niche market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Live food is big in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;What percentage of the population is dedicated to &lt;br /&gt;a live foods diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;How many even know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I guess --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Business plan? Financial projections? Funding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;It’s another impractical dream you’ll give up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Like my father always said, you have to be born &lt;br /&gt;with a killer instinct to make it in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Killer instinct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;When a shark smells blood in the water, he instinctively &lt;br /&gt;knows there’s a weakened animal prone for attack. &lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t think. He goes for the kill. In business, &lt;br /&gt;when you detect weakness, you go for the kill. You’re &lt;br /&gt;gonna’ get torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SECURITY PERSONNEL enters. Chris and Jutta continue arguing inaudibly. Chris becomes increasingly upset. Angelique tries to flirt with Security Personnel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY PERSONNEL&lt;br /&gt;If you notice any suspicious behavior, notify security &lt;br /&gt;personnel. Any suspicious behavior--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch points Chris out to Security Personnel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY PERSONNEL&lt;br /&gt;Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch puts her finger to her lips, nods dramatically and makes large hand motions. Angelique nods in agreement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY PERSONNEL&lt;br /&gt;Are you being held against your will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch and Angelique don’t quite understand, look at each other confused, then nod in unison to Security Personnel. He takes out his gun and points it at Chris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY PERSONNEL&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I’d like to ask you some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(Turns around in anger)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY PERSONNEL&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands up! And keep ‘em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY PERSONNEL&lt;br /&gt;Step out of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Chris, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECURITY PERSONNEL&lt;br /&gt;M’am, stay out of this.&lt;br /&gt;(to Chris)&lt;br /&gt;Come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(to Angelique with pride)&lt;br /&gt;See, I understood everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-1652746877578628869?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/1652746877578628869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/04/scene-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1652746877578628869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1652746877578628869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/04/scene-13.html' title='Scene 13'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-5576639047686569030</id><published>2010-04-04T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:58:10.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 12</title><content type='html'>EXT. ON DECK OF RIVER CRUISE SHIP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris and Jutta stand looking at the passing scenery. Frau Knobloch and Angelique, both in grumpy moods, stand on either side of the them. Chris tries even harder to impress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(whispering to Jutta)&lt;br /&gt;What’s going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;They talk on the phone all day long, just not &lt;br /&gt;in person. They’re fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;For how long now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Fifty years.&lt;br /&gt;(to Frau Knobloch)&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it nice to see Aunt Angelique?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I not talk with Angelika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I not talk with Knobloch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I not talk with you more than you not talk &lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mutti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I am occupied not talking with Tante Angelika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Why does our not talking happen in English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(mocking)&lt;br /&gt;Chris speak not so good German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA, FRAU KNOBLOCH AND ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mutti,&lt;/em&gt; this is for Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You think you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You think you know everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta’s cell phone rings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She answers the phone and leaves. Chris tries to go too, but is stopped by Frau Knobloch who pushes him into Angelique.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who know you having something with my JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique pushes Chris into Frau Knobloch&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ach so!&lt;/em&gt; JR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I not talking with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Chris, tell Frau Knobloch I have JR first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Tell her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;She heard you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I hear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;She said she had JR first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(surprised)&lt;br /&gt;Hah? &lt;em&gt;Schlampe!&lt;/em&gt; Say her, I have him back. &lt;br /&gt;He want me, only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris is confused. Frau Knobloch hits him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Say her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;She says JR only wants her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Oh? If she think that, then it is not only the &lt;em&gt;Amis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;em&gt;spinnen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;She said you’re cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(insulted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ach so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;He is not so a man who stay only with one &lt;br /&gt;woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris repeats word for word. His accent starts to become more and more like Angelique’s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;He is not so a man who stay only with one &lt;br /&gt;woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;He have many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;He have many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;One after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;One after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(hits Chris)&lt;br /&gt;You making fun of me???&lt;br /&gt;(to Frau Knobloch)&lt;br /&gt;I find JR in the internet chat room, and he is so &lt;br /&gt;real man, like the real JR. Then I tell you, and you &lt;br /&gt;write him behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I find him first, und you go behind my back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I was first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he was the one who wrote us both. &lt;br /&gt;Perfect man. Like real JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Perfect. You think he is JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You can’t believe you met the actor from “Dallas” &lt;br /&gt;in a chat room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH AND ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Pervert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;We write each other about the evil world &lt;br /&gt;government. They want to destroy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;JR understand me. I fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ja,&lt;/em&gt; me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I want him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;He’s mine. We settle this now. Piss competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Piss competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You und me. The one who do the most piss &lt;em&gt;und&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;not fall down win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;I don’t do that with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(considers, nods)&lt;br /&gt;I drink something first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;We drink the piss now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Drink the piss? &lt;br /&gt;(to Chris)&lt;br /&gt;Your idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris indicates no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;(to Frau Knobloch)&lt;br /&gt;You first ... Who’s piss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;The waiter. Und Chris watch. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You know what piss means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I speak good English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Piss means pinkeln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch hits Chris. Jutta enters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;He is sick. Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Chris, come see my favorite castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta grabs Chris’s arm, leads him away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;We ask JR which one he want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;OK, but in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;We go to Texas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;LA. He performs live show in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Jutta live in LA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-5576639047686569030?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/5576639047686569030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/04/scene-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5576639047686569030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5576639047686569030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/04/scene-12.html' title='Scene 12'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-5250047802679748471</id><published>2010-03-26T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:08:58.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 11</title><content type='html'>INT. IZARRA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The apartment is filled with moving boxes. An OLDER WOMAN unpacks. Izarra hangs a picture of Chris (that she took on her cell phone, including thumb in foreground) on the wall. Older Woman shakes her head in disapproval. Izarra lights a candle in front of the picture, sits on the floor yoga style and meditates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. GERMAN RESTAURANT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta and Frau Knobloch argue with three police officers. Chris looks on helplessly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, GUEST BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris lies sleepless in bed, face irradiated with light. Angelique knocks on the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Yoohoo! Ami boy! I don’t tell Jutta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She tries to open the door. It’s locked. Chris feigns loud snoring. Angelique is enraged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-5250047802679748471?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/5250047802679748471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/03/scene-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5250047802679748471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/5250047802679748471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/03/scene-11.html' title='Scene 11'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-1392418187766472268</id><published>2010-03-11T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:06:49.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 10</title><content type='html'>INT. GERMAN RESTAURANT IN OUTDOOR COURTYARD - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch, Jutta and Chris eat at a table. Silence. Chris is still determined to make a good impression.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I love brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Stupid &lt;em&gt;Ami&lt;/em&gt; custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta’s cell phone rings. She answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Bob, can’t you do anything alone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta leaves the table so fast Chris doesn’t get the chance to stop her. Awkward silence. Frau Knobloch tries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You like beer,&lt;em&gt; ja?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. German beer is so much better than that &lt;br /&gt;American piss water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Piss? What is piss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris is shocked not only by his letting the word “piss” slip out but even more so that Frau Knobloch is now using it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I mean beer. German beer’s better than American &lt;br /&gt;beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Piss means beer? Hmmm ... Why taste German piss &lt;br /&gt;better than &lt;em&gt;Ami &lt;/em&gt;piss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(exasperated)&lt;br /&gt;Beer! It’s the German Beer Purity Laws. &lt;em&gt;Amis&lt;/em&gt; use &lt;br /&gt;too many preservatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Preservatives? What is preservatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't know that word in German. Must be&lt;br /&gt;something like ... &lt;em&gt;Präservativen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ... Condoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Präservativen? Präservativen???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Condoms? Condoms???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch looks around to see if anyone overheard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(quietly)&lt;br /&gt;Amis use too many?&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(excited she understood)&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris nods gleefully. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;More than one? Ja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;A lot. All different kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;At the same time? &lt;em&gt;Ja?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ja!&lt;/em&gt; Uhhh ... yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;So it lasts longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch gasps. Looks from other tables.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Amis don’t have the same purity laws as Germans, &lt;br /&gt;so they can do whatever they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe people should not use too many, but --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Just what I’m talking about. Corporate America. They &lt;br /&gt;convince you they’re not using &lt;em&gt;Präservativen,&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;br /&gt;when you turn your back, they stick it right in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The entire courtyard is suddenly silent, everyone watching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch gives a dirty look to a woman at the next table who is listening intently. She looks away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;OK, I believe you. But what have &lt;em&gt;Präservativen&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;br /&gt;do with the taste of piss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch tries to calm herself by drinking coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Amis put so many Präservativen in the beer, it ruins &lt;br /&gt;the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(choking on coffee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAS&lt;/em&gt;??? In the -- ??? &lt;em&gt;Die Amis spinnen&lt;/em&gt;, but really &lt;em&gt;spinnen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;How you remove the &lt;em&gt;Präservativen&lt;/em&gt; when &lt;br /&gt;you drink the piss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see them floating around in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch sips coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No, they’re very very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(spews coffee)&lt;br /&gt;Very small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bring you some American beer next time I’m in &lt;br /&gt;town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;No, I stay with German beer. Normal German beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta enters in a good mood, putting away cell phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I really need a piss now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mutti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch leaves the table and approaches the waiter. Chris is proud he finally made a good impression.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I’ve really enjoyed meeting your mother. She’s a little &lt;br /&gt;eccentric, but we made a genuine connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(surprised)&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that’s a first. &lt;br /&gt;(trying to cover surprise)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I knew you two would get along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(to waiter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die Polizei, bitte! Die Polizei!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The police, please! The police!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-1392418187766472268?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/1392418187766472268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/03/scene-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1392418187766472268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/1392418187766472268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/03/scene-10.html' title='Scene 10'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-7337379361443266698</id><published>2010-03-04T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:23:55.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 9</title><content type='html'>EXT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, FRONT DOOR - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta and Chris stand in front of the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to say to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Try pointing out what you love in Germany, &lt;br /&gt;something better here than in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris sneaks quietly into the room, trying to avoid Angelique. Angelique enters the doorway, startling Chris. She’s dressed in a slinky nightgown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Chris, you are discrete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Uhh ... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;You find older woman attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angry, Angelique turns to leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She returns with interest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris slams the door in her face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. FRAU KNOBLOCH’S LIVING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;He is so stupid. What I talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Beer? You both love beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch leaves in a huff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris lies sleepless in bed. Light irradiates his face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-7337379361443266698?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/7337379361443266698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/03/scene-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/7337379361443266698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/7337379361443266698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/03/scene-9.html' title='Scene 9'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-6908939363763802275</id><published>2010-02-24T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:33:10.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 8</title><content type='html'>INT. FRAU KNOBLOCH'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch returns with coffee, smiles suspiciously as she places a cup in front of Chris. Chris tries hard to impress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Mutti, we were talking about “Dallas.” &lt;br /&gt;Chris was just in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;“Dallas?” You know the Ewing family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, not personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people, ja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So who do you think shot JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Oh, JR. Sometimes bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a good German who shot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(horrified)&lt;br /&gt;German? No, German never shoot JR! Poor &lt;br /&gt;man, JR. Handsome man. I like this JR very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;That was Chris’s way of making a little joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(deathly sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;Amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta’s cell phone rings. She answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Bob, what’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta continues inaudibly, becomes upset with the news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I think very bad man shoot JR. Not Kristin. &lt;br /&gt;Dirty woman Kristin.&lt;br /&gt;(spits to side)&lt;br /&gt;But not Kristin. Maybe French man shoot JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;It’s my secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta turns to leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You can’t leave me alone now. Sarkozy just &lt;br /&gt;shot JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You’re doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta leaves the room, angrily talking on the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You get the job’s done, or you can pack up &lt;br /&gt;your little box and leave now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An uncomfortable silence pervades the room. Frau Knobloch looks sternly at Chris who tries to break the tension with a forced laugh, unsuccessfully. Chris picks up his coffee in an attempt to fill the time gap, realizes how dangerous that might be, and places it back on the table, then notices Frau Knobloch had been watching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little hot. I can wait for the coffee ... as &lt;br /&gt;much time as it needs ... I probably won’t drink &lt;br /&gt;it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You don’t like my coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It’s perfect. I just enjoy admiring it, giving it &lt;br /&gt;proper respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta blows up in rage in the next room. Frau Knobloch, seemingly unaffected, admires her hair in a nearby mirror, pleased with the outcome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;No, no, NO! If that idiot loser wants spoon-&lt;br /&gt;feeding, I’ll show him where I’m gonna’ stick it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;That is nothing. You should see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pause. Chris tries to come up with more conversation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Knobloch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Bless --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Do not say “bless you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(with pride)&lt;br /&gt;Gesundheit! ... So I hear you’re dating someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Jutta knows not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;JR said do not tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;How you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You’re dating JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;The guy who got shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;He is not dead. Kristin want him. Ober-&lt;br /&gt;Schlampe! &lt;br /&gt;(spits to side)&lt;br /&gt;But I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Jutta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch gestures to indicate he better not tell Jutta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-6908939363763802275?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/6908939363763802275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6908939363763802275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6908939363763802275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-8.html' title='Scene 8'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-6301234592046075260</id><published>2010-02-17T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:24:01.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 7</title><content type='html'>INT. FRAU KNOBLOCH'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch enters in a slightly more upscale bathrobe. Her hair shoots from the top of her head like a volcano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mutti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(unimpressed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Er ist Dein Freund?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It's a pleasure to meet you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knoblau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; . . . Ms. Garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch yells in Chris’s face, with extreme emphasis on the guttural “ch” such that it sounds similar to an incredible sneeze, horrifying Chris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Knobloch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Bless you. ... By the way, the petite white &lt;br /&gt;roses at the side of your yard are beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;French?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was für ein Vollidiot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a complete idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;She’s pleased to meet you too. &lt;em&gt;Mutti,&lt;/em&gt; English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(still angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die Amis spinnen doch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I caught that. &lt;em&gt;Amis spinnen&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta laughs hysterically in an attempt to alleviate the tension. Frau Knobloch and Chris stare at Jutta, failing to&amp;nbsp;comprehend the humor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(calming down)&lt;br /&gt;Sit. We drink coffee, &lt;em&gt;ja&lt;/em&gt;? You want &lt;em&gt;Milch&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;with coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta is positioned out of Frau Knobloch’s view. She signals dramatically that Chris should respond “yes.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Sugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta signals “no.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No. No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schnapps&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta urgently signals “no.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No, never, but thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch notices Jutta’s violent hand waving, who then pretends to be fanning herself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I bring coffee, &lt;em&gt;ja?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch goes into the kitchen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You’re doing great. Just keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I just used up my whole conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Ask her who she thinks shot JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;JR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You know, that old TV series “Dallas.” &lt;br /&gt;She’s been watching reruns since I was &lt;br /&gt;a kid. She loved it when JR got shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Does she take milk with her coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;My father’s death was traumatic, and now &lt;br /&gt;she’s all alone. I worry about her getting &lt;br /&gt;a little disconnected from the real world. &lt;br /&gt;All she has is her TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;It must have been hard losing her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Happened right before I was born, but &lt;br /&gt;she’s never gotten over it. She said she’s &lt;br /&gt;dating someone, so that's a good sign, but &lt;br /&gt;she wouldn’t give details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-6301234592046075260?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/6301234592046075260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6301234592046075260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6301234592046075260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-7.html' title='Scene 7'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-2035938420033793382</id><published>2010-02-13T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:45:56.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 6</title><content type='html'>INT. FRAU KNOBLOCH’S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doorbell rings. Frau Knobloch appears wearing the same bathrobe from the previous evening. Jutta follows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get it. Uhm, weren’t you gonna’ &lt;br /&gt;fix yourself up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;What is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Change your clothes? Fix your hair up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;You want hair up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Mutti, this is important. Relax and be &lt;br /&gt;yourself ... OK, don’t be yourself. Be &lt;br /&gt;warm. Be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I put hair up. If he nice, I nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. FRAU KNOBLOCH’S HOUSE, ENTRYWAY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta answers the door. Chris enters, very upset.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You look terrible. Didn’t you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta picks a piece of lint off Chris’s shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Jutta --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Stop slouching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta taps Chris on the back. He stands up straight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Jutta, your &lt;em&gt;Tante &lt;/em&gt;Angelique is a little &lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta notices something on Chris’s face. During the conversation, she spits on a tissue and wipes off his face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t she fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;She keeps saying “&lt;em&gt;Amis spinnen. Amis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;spinnen&lt;/em&gt;.” What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Americans are nuts. Americans are nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Americans are ... cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta leads Chris into the living room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. FRAU KNOBLOCH’S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be nervous. My mother’s a warm, &lt;br /&gt;caring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;She forced you into military duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Best two years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;You already told me what she did to the &lt;br /&gt;last guy you introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;She was in a weird mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Weird mood? You went to the bathroom, &lt;br /&gt;and by the time you got back, the “&lt;em&gt;Polizei&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;br /&gt;were there arresting him for breaking and &lt;br /&gt;entering.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ... police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;He slurped his coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;She has a theory. You can tell how a man &lt;br /&gt;treats a woman by the way he drinks his &lt;br /&gt;coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Milk implies you’re tender and caring. &lt;br /&gt;Sugar means you hide the truth. And &lt;br /&gt;artificial sweeteners really get her going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What if I insist on fair trade organic coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;And don’t drink too fast. Impatience means &lt;br /&gt;you’re only interested in one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;The last guy slurped? Did that mean he --?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;OK, my mother was right about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-2035938420033793382?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/2035938420033793382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2035938420033793382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2035938420033793382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-6.html' title='Scene 6'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-6979420191909200740</id><published>2010-02-11T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:16:46.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 5</title><content type='html'>INT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light radiates throughout the bedroom disturbing Chris’s sleep. He stares at the ceiling, turns over, then turns over again. Finally, he places the pillow over his head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;CLOSE ON POT PLANT UNDER BRIGHT HEATING LAMP ON DRESSER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-6979420191909200740?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/6979420191909200740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-5.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6979420191909200740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/6979420191909200740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-5.html' title='Scene 5'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-140708266591165687</id><published>2010-02-09T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:17:34.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 4</title><content type='html'>INT. FRAU KNOBLOCH’S HOUSE, KITCHEN - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH, dressed in a bathrobe, makes coffee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Die Nachbaren denken, Du wärst &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eine Schlampe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The neighbors think you're a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mutti&lt;/em&gt;, practice your English. And &lt;br /&gt;don't call me &lt;em&gt;Schlampe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom, &amp;nbsp;... slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Why must I meet another &lt;em&gt;Ami&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;“American” not “Ami.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Amis&lt;/em&gt; are superficial ... &lt;em&gt;und&lt;/em&gt; a little&lt;br /&gt;stupid. You need nice German boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I love Chris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I have always been right on boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You've always been right before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I know people. That is why I stay home und &lt;br /&gt;watch TV. He want money. Just money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;trust him. We have no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Secrets are the foundation of every good &lt;br /&gt;relationship. You must find a man as good&lt;br /&gt;as Gustav Knobloch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You can’t expect Chris to be just like my &lt;br /&gt;father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tante&lt;/em&gt; Angelika already call me. Says Chris is &lt;br /&gt;handsome but pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Angelique likes perverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;“Angelika” not “Angelique.” She thinks she’s &lt;br /&gt;French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch spits to the side in disgust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;She calls herself “Angelique” now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;I call her the &lt;em&gt;Oberschlampe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUBTITLES&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...&amp;nbsp; biggest slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;It was nice she let Chris stay with her, since &lt;br /&gt;you wouldn’t have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;What I tell the neighbors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You haven’t spoken with the neighbors in 3 &lt;br /&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;They attack my bush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;That ugly old shrub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;(furious)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody touch my bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Frau Revoir clipped off leaves that had grown &lt;br /&gt;onto her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Stupid French woman. Why she not go back to &lt;br /&gt;France?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;She’s from Stuttgart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;French name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You overreacted by hacking all the buds &lt;br /&gt;off her pygmy white rose bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;They look like little pimples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta shoots Frau Knobloch a stern look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they grow back. Pimples always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frau Knobloch places the freshly brewed coffee in the refrigerator. Jutta looks inquisitively.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAU KNOBLOCH&lt;br /&gt;Everything ready. When Chris come in the &lt;br /&gt;morning, I put in microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Good idea. Well, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-140708266591165687?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/140708266591165687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-4.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/140708266591165687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/140708266591165687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-4.html' title='Scene 4'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-2803949833748499303</id><published>2010-02-04T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:07:43.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 3</title><content type='html'>EXT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, FRONT DOOR - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta and Chris stand in front of the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about German culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Just do whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique opens the door, delighted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Jutta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tante&lt;/em&gt; Angelique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They embrace warmly, kissing once on each cheek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;This is Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris embraces her, tries to kiss her on the cheek. Angelique recoils in shock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Come in, Jutta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;It’s late. Another day. &lt;br /&gt;(to Chris)&lt;br /&gt;Remember, my mother’s house is three doors&lt;br /&gt;down. See you bright and early.&lt;br /&gt;(to Angelique)&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelique blows Jutta a kiss as she leaves, then looks coldly at Chris. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of Jutta. Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris struggles with his suitcase, follows Angelique.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIQUE&lt;br /&gt;Your room. I will not make sex with you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;(turns to leave, then)&lt;br /&gt;I lock my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(poor accented German)&lt;br /&gt;Gute Nacht! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The room is decorated with antique bongs and pictures of Angelique smoking pot with local peoples around the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-2803949833748499303?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/2803949833748499303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2803949833748499303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/2803949833748499303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/02/scene-3.html' title='Scene 3'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-8300633371360860109</id><published>2010-01-29T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:33:38.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 2</title><content type='html'>INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT, KITCHEN - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris&amp;nbsp;prepares a spectacular dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT, ENTRY WAY - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta enters, slams the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;If I had a dollar for every idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA AND CHRIS’S APARTMENT, DINING ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lights are low and romantic, candles on the dining table.&amp;nbsp;Jutta sits and reviews documents. Chris enters and places the last touches of dinner. Unaware of the ambience, Jutta starts to eat while working, pays little attention to Chris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;My day wasn’t the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to stay at your &lt;em&gt;Tante&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Angelique’s house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(continues reviewing docs)&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors are so nosy. Oh, did &lt;br /&gt;you hear anything on the promotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;(nervous)&lt;br /&gt;No. Might be a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta hands Chris a bank card while continuously working.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I put your name&amp;nbsp;on my bank account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;That’s your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;In case of emergency. It has a 30,000 &lt;br /&gt;dollar limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris stares at the card, awestruck with the limit. BANG. CRASH. Jutta looks up at the ceiling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Will that loud new neighbor ever finish &lt;br /&gt;moving in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, I wanna’ get away &lt;br /&gt;from the job-stress, the crowded city. I &lt;br /&gt;dreamed we live in a tree-house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta’s eyes light up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Tree-house? With the master bedroom &lt;br /&gt;at the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;And the kids’ bedrooms on the lower &lt;br /&gt;branches, so we won’t be disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(giggles)&lt;br /&gt;And when they need discipline, I’ll swing &lt;br /&gt;down on a vine, spank them on my way by ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta picks up a riding crop and slams it on the furniture making a loud noise, startling Chris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;and swoop back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Would you put that riding crop away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;It was my father’s when he became &lt;br /&gt;general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Our kids’ll be so perfect they’ll never &lt;br /&gt;need discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I love your dreams, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris walks to Jutta and&amp;nbsp;gets down on one knee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Jutta, will you --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris trips and falls&amp;nbsp;to the ground. He repositions himself on one knee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a brief moment Jutta is elated, then becomes serious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADE TO PLANE LANDING IN GERMANY - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Contingent on you making a good &lt;br /&gt;impression on my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30644195387089195-8300633371360860109?l=doronknobloch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/feeds/8300633371360860109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/8300633371360860109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30644195387089195/posts/default/8300633371360860109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doronknobloch.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-2.html' title='Scene 2'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08401710899523066827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1xAGpDUgcwo/S1rN458NBoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5w2tac-yoJo/S220/Pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30644195387089195.post-3545079516509587491</id><published>2010-01-22T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:15:31.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene 1</title><content type='html'>INT. EVERYTHING ORGANIC GROCERY STORE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRIS stocks a shelf, frustrated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;He searches for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beans shelf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Beans? Beans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He looks at the can he holds. It's not beans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Peas. Organic canned peas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris searches for the peas shelf, becomes increasingly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;frustrated. Finally, he puts the can back in the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;box, hides the box behind a nearby display and leaves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IZARRA, his coworker, retrieves the box and begins placing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the cans in the correct place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUTTA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; reviews &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;documents at her desk in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;a large corner &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone incompetent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. EVERYTHING ORGANIC GROCERY STORE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris puts together a pyramid display of bottles of organic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chocolate sauce. Izarra watches with a smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORE EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;You're going&amp;nbsp;to Germany to meet &lt;br /&gt;her&amp;nbsp;mother? Ready for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izarra becomes disappointed as she overhears.&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Chris places the last bottle at the top of the pyramid, it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;comes crashing to the ground. Store Employee hastily leaves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOSS (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta rushes through a full office floor with BOB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; following &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;three steps behind. As &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta enters her office, she snaps her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fingers and points &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;over her shoulder to a table as she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;continues to her desk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob places a stack of presentations &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the table and stands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;at attention. Jutta goes to work, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then becomes irritated that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob is still there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;You can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ms. Knobloch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. EVERYTHING ORGANIC GROCERY STORE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris mops up the chocolate mess. A heavy set female Shopper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flies around the corner with a shopping cart, slips. The cart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goes flying, and the Shopper falls in the chocolate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta leaves her office and strides toward three employees in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a row. All three look frightened and bury their faces in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;their work. Without pausing, Jutta whisks past the three,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dropping a document on each desk while giving harsh feedback.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;(to Employee One)&lt;br /&gt;Market's getting tougher. I need&lt;br /&gt;stronger work.&lt;br /&gt;(to Employee Two)&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;(to Employee Three)&lt;br /&gt;And I question why we ever hired&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. EVERYTHING ORGANIC GROCERY STORE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris tries to help the Shopper up, slips and falls. Both are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a chocolate mess. Chris's BOSS looks on disapprovingly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta works at her computer. Bob places several files on her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;desk. She maintains focus on the computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;I'll look them over on the plane&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow and call from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUTTA&lt;br /&gt;If you forgot&amp;nbsp;anything,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob has difficulty hiding his enjoyment, excuses himself in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;military style and exits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. EVERYTHING ORGANIC GROCERY STORE - BOSS'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris stands in front of the BOSS's desk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Chris, I know how much you wanted&lt;br /&gt;this promotion, but you're not&lt;br /&gt;ready to be assistant manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. EVERYTHING ORGANIC - OUTSIDE BOSS'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izarra watches as Chris exits the Boss's office dejected. She&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;takes a picture of Chris with her cell phone, admires the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;picture, which includes an image of her thumb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. JUTTA'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jutta storms out of the office. Employees appear relieved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after her exit and begin to talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. LA CITY STREET - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris drives home in a beat up old car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. DIFFERENT LA CITY STREET - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chauffeur drives Jutta home in elegance. She reviews&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;documents. 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