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PRETTY IN PINK ReTHINK / PART 14 (...then we'll go our separate ways...)

2/2/2025

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I've run out of GIFs for this.  Not really; but I tire of them.  I was thinking about the soundtracks of John Hughes movies.  And off the top of my head; I gotta say, they were really white.  Like mega-white.  I'm talking like British synth band white.  Those boys (and they were usually boys) glowed in the dark like albino angler fish at the bottom of the sea. I mean, they were all great; but come on John Hughes. So in peppering this undertaking with music of my own choosing, I've tried to bring a least a modicum of diversity to it.  So, I wanted to find something that featured a song that was in keeping with the tone of this film, was from the early to mid-80's and featured an array of sexes and ethnicities in the mix.  And off the top of my head, this classic song came to mind.  Talking Heads "This Must Be the Place."  A song, I must confess, brings a tear to my eye nearly every time I ever hear it.  
Well, since I've got a bit of a mini-script here with an opening; my writerly self wants some closure, so here is a closing scene.  I'm not quite sure how the rooster came into this but it seems to me that having it appear three times has some sort of import.  And once I wrap up this last scene, please come back as I post further script pages and then we'll be Audi!

CUT TO:
EXT. BEACH -EARLY MORNING
It's close to dawn but still dark.  We see a lakeside beach, somewhere in the countryside.  Numerous kids, some still in their formal-wear from the prom, are sitting on picnic table and on blankets on the sand.  There's a small campfire burning down.  Some kids are asleep, some are leaving.  SIMON, 17, Jena's boyfriend stands and wipes sand off his knees.  Sitting on the blanket are Steff, who has his arm around Andie and Blane and Duckie, who are quite "next to" one another.
SIMON
I'm jonesing for some mellow tuneage.  I'm gonna go get my tapes from the car.  He heads towards the parking lot.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARKING LOT  - EARLY MORNING
Simon approaches a big 70's Oldsmobile and opens the driver's door. He does not notice the fogged-up windows. He climbs in.
CUT TO:
INT. CAR -MORNING
Simon roots through a box and grabs a tape.  He hears MUFFLED VOICES and GIGGLING from the backseat.  He looks over into the back, where Jena and Benny, in a cloud of pastel chiffon prom dresses, seem to have been caught in some kind of clinch.
JENA
Hi Simon.
SIMON
Hey.  
JENA
This isn't what you--
SIMON
Have you seen my mix tape: the one that says "Chill-Pillin'"?
JENA
No--
SIMON
(Looking) Oh, it's right here in my hand.  Okay, see ya.
He leaves and shuts the door.  Jena and Benny LAUGH and go back to whatever it was they were doing.
CUT TO:
EXT. BEACH -MORNING
Simon returns to the blanket, crouches down and puts one of his tapes in the boom box.  We hear Chaka Khan's "Ain't Nobody," come softly from the speakers.
ANDIE
Hey, where did Jena go?
BLANE
And Benny?
SIMON
(Imitating Sgt. Schultz from Hogan's Heros) "...I zee nothink..."
Nobody says anything.
DUCKIE
Well, I don't think anybody saw this night playing out the way it has.
There is subdued LAUGHTER.


Gina Trombley comes wandering up to them, a nearly empty bottle of champagne in her hand.
GINA
Where the hell is Benny?
BLANE
We were just wondering the same thing.
GINA
Maybe she got alien abductfied...serve her right.
STEFF
Oh, now that's not a very nice thing to say.
GINA
Oh, she is a first class bitch and everyone knows it.
DUCKIE
They've probably already turned the spaceship around.
Gina stares down at Simon.
GINA
You know, I never realized how cute your were, until like, just now.
SIMON
Thanks.
GINA
Wanna take a walk with me?
SIMON
If you sing "For Your Eyes Only," I will...
GINA
Deal!
She reaches out for his hand, he takes it and they start down the beach.
GINA
(Singing)...for your eyes only, can see me through the night...la, la, la...la, la....
SIMON
(Singing) ...maybe I'm an open book, because I know you're mine...
ALL
(Singing)  But you won't need to read between the lines!  For your eyes--
The LOUD CROW of  a rooster stops them.
ANDIE
(To Duckie)  Did that bird follow us?
DUCKIE
I kidnapped it.  It's around here somewhere.
BLANE
Here comes the sun...
They all look up at the sky which is turning a gorgeous shade of bright pink.
ANDIE
It's so pretty...
STEFF
Let's go for a walk.
He stands and reaches for Andie's hand.  Blane and Duckie fall in behind them.  As they walk away down the beach, we see Blane reach for Duckie's hand.  The CAMERA TILTS down and closes on a pink rose corsage that is left behind on the blanket.  We hear Glass Tiger's "Don't Forget Me When I'm Gone" over the closing credits.
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Uhhm, this script has turned out to be about 50 plus pages.  It simply too much to post them all here as separate images; so--I will finish it up and then repost the entire thing in yet another Pretty In Pink blog as a PDF document, which seems to be a choice on my Weebly menu board.  As long as I can figure it out!  So please see:
PRETTY IN PINK ReTHINK: PART 15; THE CURRENT DRAFT

CFR   2/6/25
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    Christopher Reidy is from the Boston area.  He attended Boston University where he studied TV and film which eventually led him to Los Angeles.  There he did the Hollywood thing (which he wasn’t particularly good at) and eventually met his partner Joseph.  He was one of the co-founders of the short lived Off Hollywood Theatre Company which staged several of his original plays.  83 In the Shade is his first novel.  He also dabbles in screenplays, toys with short stories, and flirts with poetry.  Life brought him to bucolic Southwest Virginia where he now resides and is very active in community theatre. It may interest you to know Chris is officially an Irish citizen as well as an American. He also enjoys drawing and painting and looking after a passel of 
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    housecats and two turtles.