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SET: still |
SCREEN-C: title caption SOUND: Kimba's recorder doing bird songs. SoundTrak from Margarite-wakes.mov |
| Margarite frantically reaches around to turn off the alarm clock. When she does the AV-noize stops. |
SCREEN-C: Margarite-wakes.mov from FountainHead
SOUND: Kimba's recorder, bird songs SCREEN-C: jump to tentacle-anime clip set to SOUND: Sound from tentacle-anime. Ministry 'Flashback' Trak 10. Chinese cymbals (?maybe Pink Floyd "Run Rabbit Run" bells) LIGHTS: Spotlight goes on Margarite lying in bed. |
| She gets up. Gets a pitcher of water
and a pair of headphones hooked up to a walkman. Goes out to water her flowers.
After pouring water on all of them she puts the headphones up to around
the 'head' of the flowers; playing a different kind of music for each one.
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SCREEN-R has painting of garden, with several different flowers, each looking
different, some twisted, some beautiful, some grubbing back towards the
Earth, others reaching towards the Sun (which has same color in the painting
as Margarite's hair). The different flowers should somehow reflect the different
musics that Margarite plays for each one. SOUND: play clips of the different tunes as she moves the headphones to each flower. (Question: does the painting come 1st, or the sound clips they mimic??) |
| Margarite turns around to see the Wasps
on screen, starts slapping at her neck, hair, running back inside. MARGARITE: Ouch! Hey! Beg your buzzing pardon! Outa my hair, Outa my garden! | SCREEN-C: evil flower slowly opens,
then close-up video of Wasp Nest SOUND: Wasp noize and/or 'loud WWII dive bomber sonics' (from Residents album) |
| Phone rings. She let's the answering machine get it,
and listens. It's Thom. During entire converstaion he's strumming guitar
while he's talking to her... almost like he's only half heartedly into the
converstaion. THOM: Margarite, listen up. I'll crank it so you can here it in case you're out in the garden: Today's musical interlude is brought to you by the note 'B' (strumming B-chord) Bee Bee BeeTHOM: Come on, pick up the phone. I know you're there; that new job or yours with Dr. Frankenstein doesn't start till 10:00. MARGARITE (to air): Dr. Faust. THOM: I'm telling you, Margarite, I thought Nude York was the town that didn't sleep-- But New Orleans doesn't even blink! You gotta come down here... (Thom trailing off while Margarite fills in her snide response into air). MARGARITE: A city w/ insomnia, that's nice. THOM: Come on. There's work down here. Christ, you studied art-history, what the fuck're you doing washing test-tubes in some Bio-blah-blah-blah Lab. MARGARITE: It's called employment. It's a way of getting money-- you know, that green stuff you're always borrowing from people? (Thom tunes guitar, tuning out on his phone call for spell): THOM Oh: I wrote a new song last night. You inspired it. MARGARITE: You mean leaving me gave you the time to write it? THOM: Look I said you could come with, but you wanna work with Dr. Diaboliquo MARGARITE: Faust THOM: He turn you on talking equation talk, he got big numbers? MARGARITE: Now that you mention it, Thom, it is refreshing talking to someone who knows enuff math to balance a checkbook and read a calendar. THOM: Listen up: Y'all're so smart up there, what's this: (He plays a G-chord three times. Pauses. Plays it one more. Pauses. Plays it four times.) THOM: Well? MARGARITE: No harmony. pretty random. Lemme guess: you wrote it? THOM: It's PI. You know, 3.14. Get it?... Come on get it! Pick up the phone. Dr. Proust might be able to scribble fancy theories, but bet he can't play them! Make them sing! MARGARITE: Bye. THOM: Oh! Did I leave my calcuator up there? I wanna get more numbers in PI for the song-- (Margarite looks around, finds it, smashes it under foot) THOM: Margarite! Please, I wanna see you in the audience. I'm playing Club Inferno all weekend. On Bourbon Street. Bring my calculator. (Thom hangs up) MARGARITE: Not if I fell in the Mississippi and New Orleans was the last thing to hold onto before getting spit out into the Gulf. ANSWERING MACHINE: (beep) 2nd save message. 6:45am. (beep) FAUST (rushed voice): Margarite, I need you down in New Orleans. Tonight. I know I said you didn't have to travel to this meeting, but... I'll make you full-time, full benefits, 4-weeks paid vacation, I'll talk to the botany department about you doing tech-work in their greenhouse instead of my cramped lab-- or some sorta halftime thing in Art-History department-- anything you want! I don't wanna waste time repeating everything, so don't pick up the phone, just get a pen and start writing down this stuff I need you to bring down for me... |
SOUND: Answering machine done by mechanical voice. SOUND: Thom's recorded message done, live, by Spike |