Dancing on Coffins. Black comedy. Yan Bratovich
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Название: Dancing on Coffins. Black comedy

Автор: Yan Bratovich

Издательство: Издательские решения

Жанр: Драматургия

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isbn: 9785448388897

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СКАЧАТЬ MALL OF AMERICA – DAY

      As they walk through the mall together…

      JULIA SHWEETNER

      These attractions are incredible, and so well planned out. Just about anybody can come here, couples, children. It’s really made for everyone.

      BOBBY

      You and Christian would have a great time here! You could spend a whole day here from dusk to dawn.

      JULIA SHWEETNER

      And while that would be fun, we also don’t need that many distractions. The main thing about him is that he’s a good man and we can enjoy each other just about anywhere.

      BOBBY

      That’s true…

      Bobby and Julia reach the centre of the mall. Near a complex we see girls walking with the big bags. The girls photograph each and laugh.

      Bobby and Julia show the security guards media passes go and inside.

      EXT. MINNEAPOLIS – FUNERAL HOME “HON” – EVENING

      The two-storied building of the funeral home sits beside a cemetery surrounded by old ugly trees.

      INT. FUNERAL HOME “HON” – HAROLD’S HOFFMANS ROOM – EVENING

      Harold Hoffman approaches an open window and lights up. Hitch sits at the management table. Opposite of Hitch sits Silly. Hitch writes something on a piece of paper. Hoffman looks out the window and blinks.

      EXT. MINNEAPOLIS – THE BOUTIQUE OPPOSITE TO THE BUILDING OF FUNERAL HOME “HON” – EVENING

      It’s twilight. Hoffman looks into the window of the boutique and sees ten dead women wander around the boutique. Some of them lean against the show-window as if trying to consider trying on the clothes on the mannequins. Hoffman takes a long fowling piece, and quickly aims and shoots at one of dead women. The dead woman twitches slightly, but remains standing.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      Do you know what differs a Zombie from a normal person?

      HITCH

      What?

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      A normal person truly believes their actions cannot be foreseen.

      HITCH

      Exactly. These zombies have already got me – seriously. This is the third boutique change in a year. These zombies do this every night. I don’t know that to do with them. They should be in tombs.

      Hoffman stands with a gun in the corner.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      They have only one target. During their lifetime they are materialistic, and even after their death they are the same. It’s like autopilot. Predictable, programmed.

      HITCH

      Robobabies.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      (squeaky)

      Darling? Darling? Let’s buy a top, such a pretty top! So pretty! Let’s? Let’s buy a handbag! Let’s buy shoes, darling? Let’s? And let’s buy this, and let’s buy that!

      (to the window, loudly)

      Buy yourself a soul bitch!

      Hoffman spits on the window with contempt. Hazone enters the room, clasping his trousers.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      So? Was the bitch good?

      HAZONE

      Oh yeah!

      They laugh.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      I’m warning you. You can get addicted to dead bitches.

      (laughing)

      Silly! Hurry up and get in her before she cools down and decays.

      He claps loudly, forcing Silly to think faster. Humpbacked Silly runs out from a room. The rest laugh.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      All right! Now shut up and put your thinking caps on. What about slogans?

      Hitch gives to Harold a piece of paper with any literary trash on it.

      HITCH

      Well here… take it!

      Hoffman frowns, as he reads it closely. In a few seconds he tears sheet apart.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      Badly written. Something does not suffice. Let’s sit down and flesh this out.

      Hitch gives Hoffman his usual seat. Hoffman reflects for a moment and quickly writes something.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      Hazone, Read this.

      He hands Hazone the paper. Hazone reads it and laughs.

      HITCH

      Let me read it!

      Hitch takes the paper and reads Hoffman’s slogan. Hitch laughs like a madman.

      HITCH

      Hary, it’s absolutely crazy, man!

      They laugh so hard they grab at this stomachs.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      It’s sharp! Coffins at a funeral will be like champagne on New Years Eve. Before you know it, the whole city will see the slogan!

      HITCH

      But the joke can be bad for us too.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      We’re not breaking any laws sonny. We have the right to advertise the way we see fit for our organization.

      HITCH

      I don’t know, I just don’t know.

      HAROLD HOFFMAN

      Don’t you worry about it, it’ll fall on me and I’ll take care of it. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get out of here.

      HITCH

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