DECK'D GAME 2

Written by
Dom Fera

EXT. NEW YORK CITY - DAY

ITS CHRISTMAS IN NEW YORK, BABY. Snow-kissed and radiant,
the city is positively jingle jammin MERRY -Golden lights strung across busy streets reflect in the
decked-out store windows -Radio City Music Hall welcomes a foggy-breathed, Christmas
Eve matinee crowd -Starry-eyed kids marvel at the toy displays in FAO Shwartz;
trains and stuffed animals and zippy flippy helicopters -Romantic locals and tourists ride carriages through the fresh
Central Park snow, smoochin and huggin and all -Hands are held, songs are sung, and gifts are lovingly
carried. THIS IS JUST WONDERFUL. And of course...
EXT. ROCKEFELLER CENTER - CONTINUOUS
ROCKEFELLER. YES. Ice skating and hot chocolate and PURE
CHRISTMAS JOY!
Look at the TREE -- ITS PERFECT, OH MY GOD. Like a beacon of
all things jingle-bringin, it towers above the rink, truly
grandiose, as if decorated by Santa himself...
BECAUSE WAIT. NEXT TO THE TREE. Whos this JELLY BELLY FELLA
in a trench coat and fedora?
The figure smirks through a sip of his hot chocolate, looking
over the merriment with a Kringley twinkle in his eye.
Under the tree, A BIG STAGE and BANNER: Santas Christmas Eve
Merry-thon! Special Guest - SANTA! Dec. 24th! Tonight! Nice!
Stage hands and camera crews scurry around, prepping. Running
the show though is DINKER, lanky and commanding -- Head Elf.
DINKER
Cmon, people, we need North Pole
time, not New York time!
An INTERN rushes up to Dinker, frantic.
INTERN
Sir! One of the Lords-a-leapin
leaped onto Fifth Ave and got hit
by a tour bus!

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DINKER
Youve got the part.
INTERN
Thanks, Dinklage!
Dinker.

DINKER

The intern doesnt care, he gayly LEAPS away. Dinker brings

his HIGH-TECH CHRISTMAS WRIST WATCH to his mouth.
DINKER (CONTD)
(into the watch)
B, pick up our opening act.
The watch BEEP-BEEP-BEEPS like Jingle Bells.
EXT. DORM - CONTINUOUS
UP, UP, UP, past the many dorm windows decorated with that
college-student apathy, one window STANDS OUT and SLOWS US -Red and green mini-bulbs expertly outline the whole frame,
gold and silver garland make perfect accents -- and of
course, MISTLETOE hangs from inside... we MOVE IN, CLOSER...
THROUGH THE FESTIVE WINDOW...
INT. CHELSEAS DORM - CONTINUOUS
To a totally DECKED-OUT dorm room, thanks to -PETER BELL, 17 and panicked, sitting at a grand piano that
barely fits in the room -- it clearly doesnt belong here.
Inconsolable, he slams on the keys with each...
PETER
No, no-(hitting a right chord and
singing the right note)
Nooooooo!
He plays a flourish then SMACKS his head down onto the keys.
PETER (CONTD)
(muffled)
I gotta run it again.
From the small dorm bed pushed against the wall, comfy cozy
with sheet music and a mug of hot chocolate, 18-year-old
CHELSEA WARSON watches with amused sympathy.

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Dude, why?

CHELSEA

Peter looks up, grim.

PETER
I almost messed up.
CHELSEA
Oh jeez, Peter, youre going to
rehearsal -- thats what you do at
rehearsal, you rehearse.
Peter jumps up, dramatic.
PETER
Chelsea, dont you get it?!
Yes.

CHELSEA

PETER
Im opening for Santa Claus.
I get it.

CHELSEA

PETER
On Christmas Eve-- tonight.
CHELSEA
Totally get it.
PETER
Its gotta be perfect, I,
this is a chance to bring
spirit to the whole world
and its gotta be perfect
GOD.

this,
Christmas
basically
and oh

He grabs her hot chocolate and chugs. Then gargles with it.
CHELSEA
Take it easy. Hey.
She takes his face, makes him look at her -- hes got stuffed
chipmunk hot chocolate cheeks and a whipped cream mustache.
He GULPS it down and relaxes a bit.
CHELSEA (CONTD)
(with the sheet music)
We worked hard on this. And youre
Peter Bell. This is what you do,
joy-boy.

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She wipes off the mustache.
CHELSEA (CONTD)
Whyd you even ask for my help?
PETER
Well cause I wanted it to be
perfect.
They share a butterfly-tummy smile.
Then, thanks to the window, in a perfectly blinking red n
green frame, mistletoe above, the two teens lean in for the
big kiss, MUSIC SWELLING, CHRISTMAS TREE NEARBY, NEW YORK
CITY OUTSIDE, THIS IS SUPER ROMANTIC-Then THUNK. They stop abruptly, look to the window...
A POLAR
SQUEEKS
excited
around,

BEAR FACE is pressed all ugly against the glass. He

to a different position, just as ugly, like an
dog. Then to another, tongue sloppin and floppin
breath fogging up the pane.

Its decidedly not romantic.

Peter tries not to miss a beat.
PETER (CONTD)
Hey, Buddy.
He goes for the window, Chelsea blushes and fixes her hair.
And as soon as Peter opens the window -- SLUURRRRP, Buddy
drags a big wet tongue up his smiling face.
Aw, easy.

PETER (CONTD)

He pats Buddys head. Dear old friends.

EXT. DORM - CONTINUOUS
Little feetsies kicking in the winter air, Buddy the Flying
Polar Bear can hardly contain himself as Peter hops on.
Then, not a second after Chelsea joins, Buddy TAKES OFF
ACROSS THE CITY!