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The Cocktail Hour We look through an enormous studio window into the living room of TODD ANDERSON. TODD drinks from a levitating martini glass with two olives. The olives each have dense, Saturn-like rings of pimento. A slight electronic chorus sounds, alerting TODD to the arrival of a new message. He toggles the switch on his jetpack, then navigates the living room, over the bar area, skirting the top of the ottoman, and lands neatly by a large, brown appliance with the words Mailinator spelled out in chrome. TODD TODD pushes a small T-shaped lever, and a football-sized plastic container appears. He opens the container and pulls out a blue note, which reads: I'm downstairs. TODD TODD pulls what appears to be a rounded gun, then quickly fires two shots. One sends a small plunger near the front entrance. The plunger gently depresses a button, opening the main door with a whisper. The second shot sends a shattering concussive blast, which opens the screen door. SARAH enters the door on a Ginger, a scooter-like craft with incredible stability. She rolls through the front door, over the couch, and stops a millimeter away from TODD's face. SARAH TODD He takes one last sip of his drink, then throws the martini glass. As it speeds across the room, an invisible charge in the stem detonates, pulverizing it. The ashes fall harmlessly into the fireplace. SARAH pulls out a remote which sends a powerful focused sonic wave in the direction of TODD's cheek. It has the effect of slapping him, but it also rips open his shirt, and gives a wind-blown look to his hair. SARAH TODD rushes to SARAH, kisses her with his mouth open wide, and turns his ring twice, setting off a wireless signal to bring up mood music and dim the lights. SARAH TODD SARAH TODD SARAH TODD They both put their hands into a tube, and remove them to show smoldering new tattoos, which read: TODD & SARAH — BACK 'N BUSINESS FADE TO BLACK. - - - - Father Of The Year We open on a shot of RAY WORTHY sitting on a La-Z-Boy in front of the television. He is about thirty-seven, unshaven, with a dirty t-shirt and a large salad bowl of cocktail wieners in his lap. In his other hand is a can of Braumeister. He stares intently at the television as his 8-year old son walks into the room behind him. SON RAY says nothing, keeping his eyes trained on the TV. SON RAY takes a slug from his beer. SON RAY jams a handful of cocktail wieners in his mouth, chews, swallows, and wipes his chin with a terry-cloth wristband. RAY THE END
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