EXT. WIDE OPEN DESERT – DAY [A CROWD OF MEN AND WOMEN SHUFFLE FORWARDS ON THEIR KNEES THROUGH THE SAND. SOME ARE WEARING TOPHATS AND MONOCLES AS IF THEY JUST STEPPED OUT OF 1892, WHILE OTHERS LOOK MORE MODERN, IN SUITS OR EVEN JUST A TOP AND JEANS. AHEAD OF THEM A GIANT YELLOW DOLLAR SIGN
INT. CORPORATE OFFICE – DAY [RACHAEL, dressed in a smart black suit, with her hair neatly tied back into a bun, sits in a large leather chair behind a large mahogany desk on which sits a name plaque: “RACHAEL CHARLSTON, CEO”. A timid knock at the door. PATRICK, a young somewhat scrawny man, walks into
[EXT. COUNTRY ESTATE, LATE 1700s ENGLAND – DAY] MR. DARCY: Oh, Elizabeth, I do ever so much look forward to spending our days together. ELIZABETH: Yes, I too feel a sense of general anticipation, Mr. Darcy. MR. DARCY: And to think, it nearly didn’t come to be. With you fraternising with that horrid Mr. Wickham.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY [A WOMAN, MOTHER, LAYS BACK IN BED, BOTH HER ARMS AND ONE LEG SUSPENDED AND IN CASTS. A VASE OF FLOWERS SIT ON A BEDSIDE TABLE AS WELL AS AN ASSORTMENT OF COLOURFUL BALLOONS AND CARDS. THERE IS JUST ENOUGH SPACE FOR HER ORANGE JUICE IN A LITTLE PLASTIC MUG.
INT. DARK LIVING ROOM – EVENING. [NORMAN BATES SITS ON A SOFA BY HIS “MOTHER”, A SKELETON WEARING A GREY WIG, WHO SITS IN A ROCKING CHAIR IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM. NORMAN SLOWLY ROCKS HER ROCKING CHAIR WITH HIS HAND. HE SIGHS. PUSHING CARS INTO SWAMPS TAKES A LOT OF WORK!] NORMAN: What
[A YOUNG MAN WALKS DOWN THE AISLE OF A LARGE COMMERCIAL SUPERMARKET. REACHING THE END OF IT, HE STOPS TO LOOK AT THE YOGHURTS IN THE REFRIGERATED SECTION. THERE ARE SO MANY BRANDS TO CHOOSE FROM. HE SCRATCHES HIS CHIN.] WOMAN: Hello, would you like a caramel? [THE MAN TURNS AROUND TO SEE YOU A
[ORPHANAGE EATING AREA. COLD, STERILE, NO LOVE HERE. OLIVER TWIST TIMIDLY WALKS UP TO A BIG, FAT, GRUMPY OLD MAN AT THE END OF THE ROOM STANDING OVER A BIG POT OF GRUEL.] OLIVER TWIST [HOLDING OUT HIS EMPTY BOWL]: Please sir, can I have some more? CHEF [BOOMING VOICE]: MOOOORE? OLIVER TWIST: Nah, seriously
[An INTERVIEWER and his crew trudge allow a narrow rocky path etched into the cliffside of a remote coast. A small shack overlooking the sea can be seen ahead of them. Two cameramen carefully keep their cameras on the interviewer, working the angles, while the boom operator, struggles to contend with the fierce wind all
[A well-dressed man walks into a large department store. He looks a little lost. A shop attendant approaches him with a beaming smile.] Woman: Hello, how may I help you today? [The man checks a list of paper in his hand.] Man: I’m looking for … rotten whale vomit, the fossilised urine of a prairie
[Two fluffy white clouds are laying on their backs atop a hill, arms behind their heads, looking up at the clear blue sky. One cloud chews on a long piece of wheat while the other suddenly points upwards.] CLOUD 1: Hey, that cloud looks like a … [Cloud 2 squints. Slowly, a human woman suspended