Coloring Norma Jean By Brian Duggan This screenplay may not be used or reproduced for any purpose including educational purposes without the expressed written permission of the author. 115 Washington Ave. Seymour, CT 06483 475-243-6794
[email protected] FADE IN: EXT. OCEAN BEACH - SURFLINE - DAY Swooping down from a cloudless blue sky we pass thunderous surf crashing on the sugary white sand of Fire Island. We pass a deeply tanned man in a tiny bikini bottom. He holds a fishing rod and glass beer bottle. A red ribbon cinches his blond ponytail. The distant sound of fifties popular music in barely audible above the surf. BEACH BLANKET A MAN and WOMAN kiss. He removes her bikini top to toss it playfully in midair. The shapely woman stiffens at his touch to push him away. MAN Baby, you can't stop now. Twisting protectively, her hands hide her breasts. WOMAN I said no. It's broad daylight. He distracts her with a kiss to loosen the knot on her bikini bottom. It falls. MAN But, the beach is deserted. This wasn't a nickle ride to Far Rockaway I coughed up a paycheck for us to be on Fire Island. He tosses her bikini bottom skyward. WOMAN I said no! MAN I waste a weeks pay on a dame who changes her mind? Damn it honey, you promised. 2. WOMAN You're such a cry baby. EXT. BEACH - SURFLINE - DAY Tiny waves flow on a sandbar where children shovel sand into plastic buckets. A MOTHER sits in a canvas beach chair.