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INT HOUSE:
Inside, everything is neat and organized. A teenage girl is laying on the floor and Funny Honey
from Chicago
Girl 1:
(very faintly) Help me.. Help me .. Help me.
GIRL 1 is fatally injured and there is a large gash across her forehead. There is blood all over
her. She rolls onto her side and begins to crawl, making her way to the door. She stops.
OMINOUS WHISPERING is heard from afar and FOOTSTEPS.
Girl 1:
Please! Someone.
Girl 1:
(almost inaudible) Almost there.
The footsteps get louder as Girl 1 struggles. When Boy 1 gets to the door, footsteps stop.
Girl 1:
(In pain and barely able to talk) Hel.. Help.. Help
As she makes it to the door she is dragged back into the house and the door slams the door slams
FADE TO BLACK
INT: CLASSROOM:
An average high school classroom. The words Creative Writing Class are written on the
whiteboard. The mood is dark and murky. Tanner is sleeping on a desk. Girl 1 is behind Tanner
at a different desk, still talking to her friends. Sitting next to Tanner is his best friend STASI, a
rakish, devil-may-care girl.
Girl 1:
Did you finish Mr. Marshs homework last night? I heard his class is killer.
Stasi:
Tanner! Wake up Ms. Petrellis is almost here.
Tanner:
Im up! ... Im up, geez.
Stasi:
Are you ok?
Tanner reaches for a notebook titled Dream Journal and starts writing.
Tanner:
Yea, just had a bad dream, that's all.
Stasi:
I dont get how youre even passing this class. Youre always sleeping.
Tanner:
Just luck I guess. (He awkwardly laughs.) So what did I miss?
Stasi:
Nothing much, Ms. Petrilli is late again, I swear she doesnt give a crap about teaching us any
retainable information. Oh!...And Andrew and Mikayla are dating. I swear everyone in our grade
is hooking up with each other, its like they all have cabin fever or something. Love is in the air,
I guess.
The word love is heard in an ECHO. The sounds of the classroom become distorted as Tanners
dream begins.
INT: CLASSROOM
Stasi:
What about you? Anyone special in your life?
Stasi:
Oh look who Im talking to: the human brick wall. What are you staring at-- Ohh. Lexi Anders.
Tanner:
What? No!
Stasi:
Oh come on, even I think shes hot.
Tanner:
I mean yeah, just look at her... Hey! Lay off, I had a long night!
Stasi:
So did I, Im still hung up on that horror movie narrative we had to write. Its so confusing.
MS. PETRELLI enters the room and writes Shakespeare on the whiteboard.
Ms. Petrelli:
Sorry I'm late, but let's get to it, can anyone continue the discussion from yesterday?
Ms. Petrelli:
Ah, Tina!
Tina:
We learned about the first performances of Shakespearean plays in 1599
Ms. Petrelli:
Good, now can anyone tell me what was so peculiar about those performances?
Ms. Petrelli:
Okay Tina, go for it.
Tina:
Back then, women weren't allowed to perform, so they change all the roles to male parts.
Ms. Petrelli:
Not quite, but good guess!
Tina:
(talking through gritted teeth) I. Dont. Guess.
Tina realizes how crazy she looks and sit back down and smiles as if nothing happened.
Tina:
I dont get what this has to do with creative writing, anyway.
Ms. Petrelli:
Because to understand how to truly be a creative writer, you have to study one of the best of all
time. What was so special about performing Shakespeare back in the 1590s was that because
women were not allowed on stage, the men would have to dress up in drag as women.
Guy 1:
You couldn't pay me enough for that shit.
The class starts to chuckle, while Tanner is looking off into space again.
Stasi:
What an ass.
Ms. Petrelli:
Okay class, settle down. To really get an understanding of the subject today we are going to be
learning about the Merry Wives of Windsor.
The word wives ECHOES as the sound of the classroom distorts as Tanners next dream
begins.
Narrator: (v.o.)
Previously, on The Real Housewives of Rhode Island..
Nikki:
Hello! Who ordered the party! Just kidding, its my party.
Marissa:
I brought wine!
Marissa:
Hello Im Marissa Ferrente. My husband is the CFO for Dels Lemonade, Im a free spirit! I like,
you know, reading the bible,
INT: NIGHTCLUB
Marissa is dancing in a club.
Marissa:
Taking care of my family,
INT: HOUSE
Marissa is holding her baby in one arm and a bottle in the other.
Marissa:
And being an all around good person!
INT: HOUSE
Marissa throws drinks in multiple peoples faces.
Marissa:
And that's just me.
Marissa smiles at the camera.
CHARTREUSE, a shy woman in a fur coat, enters the house. She puts a holy cross into her
purse and moves quickly out of the frame.
PRODUCER: (o.s.)
Do you have anything you want to say?
PRODUCER: (o.s.)
Shes a mute, move on!
INT: CONFESSIONALS
Angela:
What up, my name is Angela, but you can call me Miss Thing with four Zs! And Im reppin
Prov City and yes you already know I buss it open! You ever heard of Brown University? My
hubby is a chairman or something there, hes like 112 years old and cant walk but he got money!
Karen:
Come on, fuckin move! Fuck! Fuckface!
Karen:
Hello, Im Karen Davanzo, and Im from Johnston, RI, and Im always fucking late!
The title card for The Real Housewives of Rhode Island plays.
Marissa:
Im not a slut but I know my way around a cannoli!
Angela:
How do I sleep at night? Ask your husband!
Karen:
I may not be the best cookie in the jar, but I taste good!
Charchuse
I have crippling anxiety.
Nikki:
Some people think Im a whore, but I'm also an alcoholic!
Nikki:
Id like to thank you all for coming to my birthday party. It means so much to me.
Marissa:
No problem at all. I think we all can agree that it is honor to be invited to your party.
Marissa:
(Smoking a cigarette)
Fuck that bitch.
Angela:
I love ya place, who is ya designa?
Nikki:
The big blue bug.
Karen:
Hello everyone! Sorry Im late, but the party is here!
Angela:
Oh. Shit.
Marissa:
Awkward...
Karen:
What? Is there something on my face?
Nikki:
What. The. Fuck.
Karen:
Is there an issue?
Angela:
Starbucks bought out Nikkis husband's company last year. (whispers) Shes penniless.
Marissa:
This isnt good. You should have seen what Nikki did to the last housewife that crossed her.
INT: KITCHEN
Cutscene to Nikki stirring a pot of boiling water with a wig in it.
Nikki:
Karen... what is that in your hand?
Karen:
What?! How am I supposed to know the bitch was broke?
Chartreuse looks directly into the camera. Seconds later, Nikki does a swan dive over the table to
Karen and all the girls get up in a screaming frenzy.
Nikki:
(screaming) You fucking scumbag!
Karen:
Yeah, come at me, you fucking mook!
Marissa:
Everyone, calm down!
Marissa:
STOP.
Angela:
World Star!
Luis:
Thats the sound she made
Ms. Petrelli:
Turn to page 464 and open up to the section on connecting literary elements and answer
questions one through eight.
Stasi (whispering):
Tanner Tanner!
Stasi:
stop writing in your diary and give me a pencil.
Tanner:
Its not... Ugh.
wTanner:
Stasi... Do you realise how annoying you are?
Tanner:
I have to use the bathroom.
Ms. Petrilli:
If you need any help, let me know. Shakespeare is a hard nut to crack.
Stasi looks over and sees that Tanner has left his dream journal out on his desk. She looks
around, slowly grabs it, and begins to read the page.
INT: CLASSROOM
Stasi quickly puts the journal back in its place, blushing and smiling to learn that Tanner had a
dream about her. Tanner walks back into the classroom and smiles at her, no idea that she read
the journal. He sits next to her and lays his head on her lap.
STASI:
Tanner..?
TANNER:
Yeah?
STASI:
What goes on in the big head of yours?
TANNER:
Trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.