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CALIFORNIA STATE UNIVERSITY, NORTHRIDGE Surrogate A thesis submitted in partial fulfillment of the requirements For the degree of Master of Fine Arts in Screenwriting, By Angela Greco May 2020 Copyright by Angela Greco 2020. ii The project of Angela M. Greco is approved: ______________________________________ __________ Professor Morgan Land Date ______________________________________ __________ Professor Scott Sturgeon Date ______________________________________ __________ Professor Alexis Krasilovsky, Chair Date California State University, Northridge iii Table of Contents Copyright Page ii Signature Page iii Abstract v Surrogate Screenplay 1 iv Abstract Surrogate By Angela Greco Master of Fine Arts in Screenwriting This story is a "what-if". One quart cautionary tale, two quarts comedy, and one quart heart equal a gallon of hopefully enjoyable story. I'd rather you be surprised than know any more about it, but for marketing purposes, we'll call this "The Reverse Juno". v SURROGATE FADE IN: THE VOID At first, impervious darkness. Flecks of white bloom, then... wiggle. ELECTRONIC MUSIC crescendos. The wiggles synchronize with its pulse. Something humanesque takes shape in the dance of static, white lines, coalescing into a sonogram. OLDER EVE (V.O.) This is a story about mistakes. But you were not one of them. PRE-LAP: SUITE FOR CELLO II, ALEXANDER TCHEREPNIN 1 INT. EVE’S ROOM - DAY A cramped space, filled to the brim with colorful DIY decor - calendar pages taped to the wall, sheet music, an upright piano missing a leg. EVE RUSCOE (23) bows her honey cello with fierce concentration. A train SCREECHES past the snow-caked window. She winces. Eve stacks the classical pages and sets them aside. She lets herself space out. Plays a phrase, musing. She repeats it, humming along, reworking note by note. Roommate SEX SOUNDS crescendo through the wall. Eve plays louder, irritated. The Roommates seem to compete, on purpose? Eve opens her bow hand to stretch it. On her palm, a scrawled schedule for the day. INT. MARK MORRIS DANCE GROUP - CLASSROOM - DAY Eve rushes into a modern dance class. HEADSCARF TEACHER claps to keep rhythm. Eve slides onto the piano bench and begins to improvise with the Teacher’s claps. She uses the phrase from her bedroom. 2 INT. PARK SLOPE BROWNSTONE - DAY Eve watches an INFANT (3 months) squirm on a blanket. Gentle baby music plays. They both look utterly bored. Infant starts to fuss. Eve plunks out her song-in-progress on a toy piano. Infant breaks a smile. EVE There we go. You do have some opinions, even at worm stage. FAINT VOICE (O.S.) Eve. EVE (to Baby) Did you -- speak? No. Do you have a larynx? FAINT VOICE (O.S.) Open the window. 3 Eve pries open the window to find KAT NOVAK (24), responsible and far more maternal bandmate. EVE Kat! Eve leans out the large window with Infant. KAT I've been trying to call you - EVE, BE CAREFUL! EVE Yikes! (pulls Baby back inside) You saved my life. KAT I think more her life. EVE Come up! 4 INT. PARK SLOPE BROWNSTONE - MOMENTS LATER Kat holds Infant while Eve makes tea. EVE I think they’re going to give me a permanent position at Mark Morris if one or two of the moms don’t come back. KAT That’d be great, although don’t poison anyone. EVE Yep. KAT I was trying to call you, because Andrew Bird might be at the show. EVE ...WHAT?!?! KAT YES! The bandmates share a moment of dancey celebration. 5 KAT (CONT'D) I’ll ask Will to burn some EPs on his work computer. EVE No. KAT No? EVE We need to make a big impression. We need The Vinyl. KAT But Dorian's still pressing it. EVE I’ll get the test copy. KAT (maternal) Do you really have time to do that and take a shower-- 6 EVE Competing with five roommates, that’s always questionable-- KAT And eat? EVE Sure. I’ll go get it now. KAT You're taking care of a baby. EVE No, you are. KAT Will it scar her? EVE Nah. My mom left me with odd people all the times. KAT Your mom wouldn’t do that. 7 EVE Church people are odd people. Anyways, you like babies. KAT Will you at least get permission? EVE I don’t wanna bother her. The evening nanny’ll be here in two hours. Okay? KAT I don’t wholly approve. (sighs) But she is cute. And only you can work your magic on Dorian. EVE We need to talk anyway. EXT. LONG ISLAND CITY - DORIAN'S WAREHOUSE - DAY Eve hammers on the door. DORIAN (25), an old soul, answers. 8 DORIAN So you are alive. EVE Happy new year. DORIAN It’s February. Eve kisses him. INT. DORIAN’S WAREOUSE - BACK OFFICE - DAY Eve and Dorian do a Superman yoga position, playing around, mostly undressed. Their noses quiver, inches from each other. DORIAN (suddenly serious) Do you wanna have kids? EVE Oh my god! Eve loses focus and splats. 9 EVE (CONT'D) What a weird thing to say right now. Dorian takes her sweater and runs. INT. DORIAN'S WAREHOUSE - FRONT OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Eve chases him. EVE I’m freezing to death!!! Dorian cradles the sweater and scratches a note at his desk. He hums a melody. DORIAN Sorry, just got an idea. Eve lets herself have a sincere moment of admiration while he’s distracted. He almost catches her. EVE (dissembling coolness) Yes? 10 DORIAN Stay for a drink? EVE I have a show. DORIAN Take the tiniest breather. Eve nods with a shiver. Dorian tosses the sweater. Eve waits till he’s gone to augment the note on his desk. INSERT: “Really had to run. Sorry. Let’s talk about our feelings later.” Eve pulls on her parka and roams Dorian’s shelves of works. A few colorful rows later, she finds it. INSERT: EVE RUSCOE/KAT NOVAK TEST EP: “Uphill Sled”. Eve slips the vinyl off the shelf. It's pressed on a sunny, yellow plastic. Dorian's footsteps echo from the distant kitchen. Eve races to the end of the aisle. She watches him set two ginger beers on the desk. 11 She loops around and peeks out an industrial window. A slippery fire escape ladder snakes down to the ground. Eve nudges the window open a crack, exhales the vinyl against her torso, and zips the parka. INT. PARK SLOPE BROWNSTONE - DAY Kat places Infant gently on a blanket. KAT Tummy time! The door creaks open. KAT (CONT'D) (assuming it’s evening nanny) You’re early! I’m subbing for Eve-- A HARRIED WORKING MOM (late 30s), lugging full tote bags, stares at this stranger in her home. HARRIED WORKING MOM Who are you??? Harried Working Mom drops her tote bags. A full bag of flour explodes all over her. 12 INT. EVE’S ROOM - NIGHT Eve sits on the radiator in a towel, bedroom door open for a prime view of the bathroom. The train screeches by. The Sex Roommates gab audibly in the shower. MALE ROOMMATE (O.S.) Pass me the Bronner's, love. FEMALE ROOMMATE (O.S.) I can lather you up if you want. One affirmation per toesie. Eve bangs on the radiator. Gets up, writes a note, and tapes it to the bathroom door. INSERT: “Please fix my radiator. Polar vortex. :( - Eve”. KUMAIL (40s), Eve’s landlord with social anxiety, ascends the stairs in a bathrobe. He stops in his tracks. EVE Hey, Kumail. 13 KUMAIL Good evening, um... EVE Eve. KUMAIL Didn’t expect to see you here. EVE Well, I live here. KUMAIL (he does live here) Something to which I cannot relate. EVE Uh huh. He brushes the wall. A rivulet of plaster crumbles. KUMAIL Just checking on the property. 14 EVE Oh perfect. (rips note from door) Just a little maintenance request I was going to give to Norah. KUMAIL Got it. Well, I have to return home. To Manhattan. Lower East Side. EVE I’m going that way if you want to split a cab. (Kumail freezes) Just kidding. ...Oh! Some more of your mail got delivered here. Kumail hesitates, then takes it. His robe opens too much. Beat. Kumail backs away. Scuttles down the stairs. INT. ARLENE’S GROCERY - BACKSTAGE - NIGHT Eve and Kat cackle backstage. 15 EVE I could blackmail him for free rent for the rest of my life. KAT What happened to that churchmouse I remember sophomore year? EVE Oh, please. That was your black-out phase. You don’t remember anything. Light strikes them as WILL (28), Kat’s energetic programmer boyfriend, sticks his head through the curtain. WILL Hey, I brought EPs just in case. KAT She got it. WILL Dynamite. 16 EVE Just took a little fin -ESSE! LEO ESPOSITO (34), shlubby, artistic, “what does he do for a job?”, pops through the curtain, too close. WILL Eve, you remember my friend Leo? EVE Oh yeah. You got drunk and hid in the forest for an hour when we went to that cabin. LEO Honored. EVE Hiding’s your thing. In response, Leo silkily retracts until he disappears. RIGHTEOUS SHOW HOST (O.S.) Ahhh! Please don’t hide in the curtain. It’s weird. (MORE) 17 RIGHTEOUS SHOW HOST (CONT'D) (leans in, to Eve and Kat) You’re up in five. And keep it down. Kat shoos Will with a quick kiss. The bandmates become serious and tune their strings. INT. ARLENE’S GROCERY - STAGE - NIGHT Eve and Kat play a weaving song with cello and viola. Kat sings lead.