UL2 Cut Scene #2

CUT SCENE #2:

A SQUARE OF SIDEWALK

in which someone carved three words with a stick while the concrete was still soft:

REALITY ENDS HERE

And now we TILT UP TO REVEAL...

EXT. BEACHWOOD UNIVERSITY FILM SCHOOL -- DAY

A COUPLE OF STUDENTS carry a wooden scenery flat into an open SOUND STAGE, and ANOTHER struggles to unload a camera dolly from the trunk of a car as we APPROACH...

THE "ORSON WELLES BUILDING"

It's doors open, releasing a flood of book-laden STUDENTS, including Amy and Sandra. They're both heading toward...

THE EQUIPMENT STOCKROOM

where handsome 22-year-old TRAVIS STARK is checking in a camera and lighting kit. Unshaven, Travis wears an old black sweatshirt full of holes, and looks absolutely exhausted...

Sandra and Amy have stopped to stare at him.

SANDRA
Poor Travis... He must've finished
shooting his film this week.

AMY
Yeah...looks like he hasn't showered in days.

SANDRA
I'd like to pour him a nice, hot bath...

AMY
(joining the fantasy)
Grab a big...thick...scratchy loofa sponge...

SANDRA
"Oops! Now where did I drop that soap...?"
(beat)
You should go talk to him. I've seen him
looking at you -- just tell him you want it.

AMY
Yeah, right. I can't do that, Sandra.
I'm not like you...
(off Sandra's look)
I mean that as a compliment.

SANDRA
C'mon, I'll buy you a frozen latte.

AMY
No, I gotta get back to the room -- I got
my own film to worry about.

SANDRA
(watching her go, concerned)
Cheer up, okay? I'll see you tonight.

CUT TO:

A COMPUTER SCREEN

as the words "FADE IN" are typed. Then the cursor returns and just sits there, blinking...

INT. AMY AND SANDRA'S DORM ROOM -- AFTERNOON

Amy stares grimly at the computer screen. Frustrated, she gets up and walks over to her bed, plops down on her back, and we...

DISSOLVE TO:

Amy, sweating through a "Tae Bo" workout, STEREO BLASTING...

DISSOLVE TO:

Amy, hair wet, finishing off a quart of Ben & Jerry's and reading Premiere.

DISSOLVE TO:

Amy, back at her desk, staring numbly at the computer screen.

Still "FADE IN"...and nothing else.

Slowly, her head tips down until it rests on the keyboard, and lines of jumbled letters begin to fill the computer screen...

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