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|12-06-2000, 10:59 PM||#1|
Join Date: Nov 09, 2000
To Do the Right thing (fanfiction)
Ok this is my second go at this. Please I would like your comments- I've got another one coming and any constructive criticism I will take and try to put into my scripts.
Scene: the living room
Tootie and Nat are sitting at the table playing cards. Blair is reading a magazine on the couch. Doorbell rings. Mrs. G comes out of the kitchen and answers the door. Mr. Parker is holding Jo by the arm. Joís face and uniform are filthy. Her sleeve is slightly torn. She is obviously very angry.
Mrs. G: Mr. Parker! Please come in. Jo what in the world happened to you?
Mr. Parker: I found her fighting with a couple of boys down at the end of the road. We cannot tolerate this type of behavior at the school. (turns to Jo) If I find you are fighting again Iím sorry but Iíll have to dismiss you from Eastland.
Mrs. G:Well Jo do you have anything to say?
Jo: Alright Iím sorry. Now can I go upstairs?
Mrs. G: Yes and please change. (turns to Mr. Parker) Iím sorry about Joís behavior. She can be quite a handful but isnít usually this disruptive.
Mr. Parker: I know Edna. If its alright with you Iíd like to come over tomorrow and maybe the two of us can talk with her. I want to know her side of the story. Jo isnít usually this violent- something must have happened.
Mrs. G: Alright would you like to come over around four?
Mr. Parker: Sounds good.
Next day (around 3:00). Jo comes in with her helmet on.
Mrs. G: how was your day Jo?
Jo: (doesnít take helmet off. Seems very rushed) Umm fine. I have to go. Iíll be upstairs.
Mrs. G: I wonder whatís wrong with her.
Blair: Iíll go see.
Jo (still with helmet on) is pacing back and forth in the room. She seems very nervous. Blair stands outside the door watching Jo walk back and forth.
Jo: What do I do? Alright Jo get a hold of yourself. Letís see how bad it is.
Jo takes her helmet off but only the audience can see the right side of Joís face- and the fact that she has a black eye and a swollen lip.
Blair: (sort of laughing) You know Jo if you keep walking back and forth like that youíll end up putting a hole through our floor.
Jo, startled that someone is there turns around quickly.
Blair: (now sees the wounded side of Joís face and is shocked) Jo what happened?!?!
Jo: Well those two guys that have been hanging around on the sidewalk down by the corner have been teasing this poor kid. Yesterday I told em to quit it. They looked at me, laughed and kept going. Well when words donít get the messege across I use visual aids. I allowed my fists to do the talking- was doing pretty good until Mr. Parker interrupted.
Blair: Oh no donít say you got into another fight with them? Mr. Parker said if you did youíd be tossed out of the school.
Jo: Well today they started the fight. Basically started pushing and hitting me and all I was doing was defending myself. But your right, Iím going to get kicked out. Heís coming over today and if he sees me like this- well I donít know what to do.
Blair: Just tell him it was defense.
Jo: And you think heíll care to know who started it? It was no more fighting not no more STARTING fights!
Blair: Well I could help you cover it up.
Jo: How look at it its purple!
Blair: Well a little makeup will help.
Blair: Well do you want to cover it up or not?
Jo: (says in a disgusted manner) Alright-yuck! But Iíve got to do something.
Blair: alright sit down and Iíll get out my stuff.
Jo: Well hurry up cause weíve only got half an hour before Mr. Parker comes.
Blair starts to dab on some makeup quickly but very rough.
Jo: OUCH! Geeze Blair I just got hit with someoneís fist- think you could be slightly more gentle?
Blair: Sorry, but stop moving around I canít concentrate. If I can make you look good- umm make that half decent- well look like your human then Iíve created a masterpiece!
Jo: Youíd better watch your mouth or Iíll give you a shiner to match mine!
Blair: Alright just hold still. Youíll have to say you bit your lip- there isnít much I can do cause of the swelling- it looks dreadful.
Jo: You better bite your lip before I...
Blair: Fine- you stop talking and Iíll stop talking.
Twenty minutes later
Jo: are you done?
Blair: almost- you are much more difficult to work with than a canvas board.
Jo: Well Iím sorry that Iím not canvas. What were you planning on doing next- hanging me on the wall?
The girls arguement is interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door.
Mrs G: (says through the door) You girls in there?
Blair and Jo: yeah (start fumbling around pushing the makeup away) Weíre just tidying up a bit.
Mrs. G: (comes in) Jo do you feel better? (Notices her lip) What happened!?!
Jo: (thinking sheís talking about her eye) Well um I uh...
Mrs. G: Your lip is so swollen!
Jo: Oh yeah during lunch I bit my lip. (Sounds more like sheís trying to convince herself than actually saying what happened) Yeah- thatís why when I came in I kept my helmet on and ran upstairs- I didnít want you to get upset about it.
Mrs G: (a little unsure) Ok- well Mr. Parker is here so we should go downstairs and talk about what happened yesterday.
Mrs G: Blair do you think you and Natalie and Tootie could start to fix up dinner?
Blair: No problem Mrs G.
They go downstairs.
Mr. Parker: (sitting in a chair) Hi Jo, Iím just here cause Iíd like to understand your side of the story before anything.
Jo and Mrs. G go over and sit on the couch.
Jo: Well its like this. These 2 guys- 2 big seventeen year olds- were picking on this litle kid. So I told em to knock it off. They kept going. Iíll admit it- I threw the first punch (starts to get emotional) but THEY WOULDNíT LEAVE THE KID ALONE! They picked on him and picked on him and picked on him. Geeze too chicken to pick on someone their own size I guess.
A tear rolls down out of Joís injured eye. She doesnít think much of it at first. The tear drop hits her hand and she notices that the tear drop has a tannish tone. She then realizes that the makeup will start washing off. She wipes the eye- this only makes things worse. Mrs G gives Jo an odd look.
Mrs G: Jo is something wrong with your eye?
Jo: (nervously stuttering) No- um yeah- uh something is in it. I oh need to uh- excuse me I need to wash out whatís in my eye.
Mrs G: Alright Jo- Mr. Parker and I will continue talking.
Jo runs into the bathroom. She works on it for about five minutes. Itís a little better but very evident that her eye is badly bruised. She gives up- both working on her eye and the hope of trying to fool Mr. Parker. She walks out of the bathroom but is shocked to see only Mrs. G sitting on the couch.
Jo: Whereíd Mr. Parker go?
Mrs. G: He left. Jo (pats the couch) lets chat.
Jo: Oh great- what am I being kicked out of the school here and now?
Mrs. G: No I just want to talk- you were in another fight werenít you?
Jo: yes- but youíve got to hear me out.
Mrs. G: Jo, have you ever known me not to give one of my girls a chance to explain their side of the story? Now tell me what happened.
Jo: Well today the kid wasnít being picked on. Those da-(mrs g gives jo one of those watch your language looks and jo turns what would be damn into darn)-rn thugs decided to push me around. I was supposedly ďrescuedĒ by Mr. Parker yesterday when he dragged be away from them. Well it really was only defence. I mean they starting the hitting. I just finished it. (gives a smile)
Mrs. G: well you know fighting isnít tolerated Jo. And Iím sure you can think about it while having double kitchen duty for the next week. Now go upstairs and either put more makeup on or take it off- you look ridiculous!
Jo: (worried) Did Mr. Parker-
Mrs. G: No he didnít notice. When he left he said he was sure that you were only defending the poor kid and he will do what he can to see those- as you put them thugs- are punished for their wrongdoings.
Jo: Thanks Mrs. G. (Jo gives Mrs. G a hug)
Jo goes upstairs to wash up her face. Blair comes in from the kitchen.
Blair: Mrs. G, dinnerís almost done. After the tableís set we are ready to eat.
Mrs G: Thanks Blair- Iíll be right in. And it was very nice of you to help Jo out when her stay here at Eastland was on the line. Doesnít it feel better to be nice to each other rather than your constant bickering?
Blair: (as innocently as possible)Why Mrs G whatever do you mean? My helping out Jo- I have no idea what your talking about.
Mrs. G: Ok Blair- Iíll let you slip it by me this time- but the next time I catch you and Jo being nice to each other... (gives Blair a smile and a wink)
Blair smiles and puts her arm around Mrs G and they both go into the kitchen.
Tootie: Can we sing?
Tootie: That's what I do when I'm scared what do you do?
Jo: Slap people
Blair: A Warner is like a delicate soufle
Jo: Yeah light and empty
Nat: I'd rather be a happy magic marker than a skinny pencil
|12-06-2000, 11:31 PM||#2|
Join Date: Nov 21, 2000
Location: BRONX!!! :)
that was Really good, i liked it! keep it up!
Blair: (makes wheezing noise)
Jo:i have when you do that!
Blair: do what?
Blair: it wasnt a sigh!
Jo: weel, if it wasn't a sigh then you've got a slow leak!
Tootie: C'mon guys cool it!
Blair: (makes wheezing noise again)
Jo: you're doing it again!
Blair: i happen to be breathing!
Jo: you do it just to annoy me!
Blair: i do it to keep from dying!
Jo: no there's an idea!!!!
Blair: he asked you on a...ugh!
Tootie: date blair, we call it a date!
Jo: yeah some wingding tomorrow night.
Nat: could that be your wingding Blair?
Blair: i dont go to wingdings, i go to cotillions.
Jo: well if this thing is a dance at the Highcrest Country Club, then your cottilion and my wingding are the same thing!
|08-20-2002, 02:12 PM||#4|
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Awsome fan fic!
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