GD GOING DOWN

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FADE IN:
INT. LIFT LOBBY-DAY
The lift lobby on the 20th floor is deserted except for a sweeper busy at work and curiously attractive, young ANTHONY, who is waiting next to the two lifts. Anthony is wearing an I.D badge that says ‘BSN camera operator’. A camera bag and tripod bag lie at his feet. Anthony plays with a wooden sign twirling it on its base as he watches the sweeper work his way further away from his side of the lobby and into the office corridor.
ANGELA, an attractive reporter in her mid twenties, carrying a mountain of baggage bursts into the lobby from the corridor. The sweeper watches her shaking his head. She is wearing an I.D badge that says ‘TMI camera operator’. Anthony draws his attention away from the sweeper and observes her animated actions with a bit of a wistful look in his eyes. Anthony stops playing with the wooden sign and rolls it in front of the lift on the left.

INSERT OF SIGN:
“DUE TO RENOVATIONS, THIS LIFT ONLY GOES DOWN TO 13TH FLOOR”.

ANGELA
(On the phone to PRODUCER)
I just left the office. I’m not outside yet.

PRODUCER (O.S)
(Yelling)
What! The demonstrations are starting now!

ANGELA
I will be there in five..ok two minutes. No one else knows about the demonstrations. It’s an exclusive…
(Looks up, notices Anthony and scowls)

PRODUCER (O.S)
Exclusive?!
(Snorts)
When was the last time you got one?
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PRODUCER
Try to be there first this time! We look like clowns next to BSN who always seem to get the exclusives before you do!

ANGELA
I will be there first.
(Looks at Anthony)

PRODUCER
You’d better be or you’re fired!
(Ends the call abruptly)

Angela stares at her phone and sighs. When she sees that Anthony is watching her keenly, she quickly hardens her face.
ANTHONY
(Gives Angela a friendly grin)
Having a bad morning huh?

Angela looks away coolly. Anthony narrows his eyes, and surveys her stony expression thoughtfully. The lift bell on the right rings. The two look up at the lift sign on the right and back at each other.

Everything happens quickly. The doors of the right lift open. Angela moves first. Anthony hesitates momentarily then follows her. Their rush is in vain because the full lift closes almost as soon as it had opened.

Angela composes herself and looks back at Anthony grimly as she presses the ‘down’ lift button.

The lift bell on the left rings almost immediately. Angela gives Anthony a smug grin and stands in front of the left lift.

ANTHONY
(Holds out his hand to stop her)
Don’t! Can’t you read?
(Points at the sign)

INSERT OF SIGN:
“DUE TO RENOVATIONS, THIS LIFT ONLY GOES DOWN TO 13TH FLOOR”.


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Angela’s face falls as she reads the sign. The lift opens and closes shut, with Angela staring at the lift in despair, as she fully comprehends the situation. The silence is violently interrupted by the sound of a man with a comical local accent shouting instructions. It’s Angela’s special cell phone ring tone for her producer. Angela’s eyes widen in panic as she thinks. She turns towards Anthony with a decisive look in her eyes.

ANGELA
There’s only one lift working and we each have a lot of equipment. I suggest we find a way to pick an order.

ANTHONY
Like what?

ANGELA
Paper, rock scissors.
(A sly look corsses her face briefly)

INT. OFFICE - DAY
FLASHBACK MONTAGE of Angela playing paper rock scissors with three other people. She wins continuously and yells in manic delight.

INT. LIFT LOBBY-DAY
Anthony’s eyes narrow and he stares down Angela as he contemplates the idea.

ANTHONY
(Smiles genially)
Ok. Let’s play.

They both put down their mountains of equipment bags and pace towards each other in a sort of cowboy western style with their hands at their sides like loaded guns. The pair stretches out their right hands in unison. Angela starts to count..

ANGELA
One

They start flipping the palm of their hands, picking up the tempo with each passing moment.
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ANGELA
Two

It’s deathly quiet and all you can hear is the sound of the lift machinery working in the lift shaft.

ANGELA
Three

They both draw their hands. Angela draws a rock. Anthony draws a rock. It’s a tie. Angela scowls at Anthony who studies her reaction in amusement. She clenches her teeth and starts the countdown for the second round.

They both draw papers, tying again. The next two rounds have similar outcomes, ties.

It’s before the fifth round; by now Angela is losing her nerve. She scratches the back of her neck in frustration. Angela’s phone starts ringing again, and the sound of the special ring tone for her producer drowns out all other sounds as it increases in volume, the longer it rings. They play the fifth round and both concentrate so hard on flipping their hands as well as trying to ignore the ring tone which has reached deafening volume levels, that a lift comes and goes without them noticing. On the final flip of their hands both draw rocks again, and tie.

The phone stops ringing. They go for the next round of the game. Both draw scissors and Angela’s eyes reveal a suppressed panic.

It’s the seventh round. Angela’s phone starts to ring again but gets cut off. Angela inhales sharply and exhales in relief. They start the round. Everything is happening in slow motion now. Angela’s eyes are narrow slits. Anthony’s eyes are confident. They flip their hands. Angela is a millisecond ahead of Anthony in drawing her hand. She draws a rock. He goes next and draws a paper. Anthony wins the round.

Angela steps back in shock when she sees that Anthony has won. She buries her head in her hands. Anthony revels in his victory and presses the lift button. But he’s slightly affected by Angela’s dismay. He moves towards her, but is interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing again. He stops in his tracks. Angela’s head is still buried in her hands. She stays that way for a couple of seconds. Her phone stops ringing. Anthony watches her lift up her head and looks at him, with a look of vulnerability in her eyes.




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ANTHONY
(His expression softens as he looks at Angela)
Hey! I’m sure he won’t fire you…

Angela starts sobbing silently.

ANTHONY
(Continues quickly)
And even if he does…you could always work somewhere else…

ANGELA
(Sobbing)
Like where? I can’t! I’m not as good as you at this..news stuff..The only reason I’m at TMI is because of my uncle and he’s retiring next month. No one likes me there! I have to do well or else (sobs louder) I’ll be out! Nothing! I’m such a lo (sob) lo(sob) lo (sob) ser!

ANTHONY
(Moves closer to her)
You’re no loser Angela. Trust me. You’re a lot like me. You’ll do anything to win and win always,
(Chuckles)
except when I’m the competition.

Angela smiles weakly through her tears, but her smile doesn’t really reach her eyes.

ANTHONY
You’re a fighter, not a loser, a fighter.

Angela moves closer to him, looking up at him in submission. Both of their arms lie at their sides. Their eyes lock. Anthony looks down at Angela tenderly, and draws her in closer mesmerized by the vulnerability he sees in her eyes.
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Angela’s lips part and she arches her neck upwards.
Anthony closes his eyes and leans in 90% of the way, waiting for Angela to bridge the space between them with a kiss. Nothing happens. Anthony opens his eyes. Angela has entered the right lift with her baggage.

ANTHONY
Don’t!

Angela smiles smugly at him as the doors of the lift shut him out.

Anthony is left all alone in the lift lobby. A fleeting look of disappointment and anger disfigures his facial features. His face relaxes in a look of amusement as he shakes his head looking at the lift. The sweeper walks into the lobby from the corridor carrying a broom and pail.

SWEEPER
Clicks his tongue in anger when he sees the sign in front of the left lift.
Who moved this? I placed it. here
Points in front of the right lift.
(Continuing)
just 10 minutes ago! It’s in front of the wrong lift!”

He bangs down his broom in the pail, making a cluttering sound.

ANTHONY
Don’t know how that could have happened.
(Smiles genially)
Let me put it in the right place for you.

Anthony rolls the sign on its base placing it in front of the right lift. The left lift opens and both men enter with their respective equipment.

SWEEPER
Turns towards Anthony
Phew! That woman..


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SWEEPER
Angela..that’s her name? She’s so sexy. Where did she go? Up?

ANTHONY
No. She’s gone down.

Anthony presses the ‘close’ lift button and the doors close on his sly face.

FADE OUT.


Created: Jan 10, 2010

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