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breakinglight11An idea from Dream Machine, in the wake of the eventual terrible night at the Emmys I am imagining; I think it would be probably at the start of season two. I’ve written several scenes from the bottle episode I want of Leah and Ryan hanging out after the ceremony— ”Man Cave,” ”Flawless,” and ”Three-Time”. I was thinking it might be neat to technically make that story a flashback, by showing the morning after the Emmys and having everyone being in a state, then flashing back to how the night went that showed how they got there.
This would be that opening scene before the flashback. Don’t know if it would work, but it’s an idea to try in the full draft.
Day #19 - Crabs in a Barrel
From Dream Machine
By Phoebe Roberts
MEREDITH BARRY, writer’s assistant and apprentice producer, mid thirties
DEREK KAPLAN, technical director at Dream Machine, mid thirties
LEAH LUCCHESI, showrunner at Dream Machine, mid thirties
RYAN DRESDEN, head of programming at Dream Machine, early fifties
Los Angeles, 2021
~~~
PAMPLEMOUSSE STUDIOS – DAY
The morning after the Emmys, the halls are mostly abandoned, except for Meredith, trudging in nursing a coffee with a romance novel under her arm. She crosses through the studio and is surprised to find Derek there, hanging upside down in his harness.
DEREK: Meredith? Damn, don’t you ever stop working?
MEREDITH: Me? I’m not the one literally tethered to my job. What are you doing up there?
He flips and drops down to the floor.
DEREK: Just wanted some alone time after the mess last night. The free-hanging helps me relax.
MEREDITH: So I take it you had as bad a night as we did.
DEREK: I was at the technical awards; there wasn’t going to be any other kind. On the plus side, I did end up accepting three statues— for the techs who were too drunk to make it to the stage.
MEREDITH: Well, other than Josie, that’s more awards than any of us. And we had a lot more to contend with than climbing over drunk teamsters. I was looking for someplace empty to sulk, and I thought nobody would be in today.
LEAH and RYAN storm in from opposite ends of the studio, freeze when they spot each other, then immediately charge up on each other in a rage.
LEAH: What the hell are you doing here?
RYAN: This is my studio, what the hell are you doing here?
LEAH: I got here before you ever did, and I’ll be here after you’re dead!
RYAN: Big talk from a maladjusted little attic goblin who couldn’t write a story that somebody already wrote for her twenty years ago!
LEAH: Well, you couldn’t even sell that bestseller to the people who already bought it!
RYAN: Don’t worry, I learned my lesson! Don’t throw in with an amateur who casts entirely with her crotch!
LEAH: Oh, why don’t you go do heroin about it?
RYAN: Don’t you have some feelings to puke up?
DEREK: Below the belt!
MEREDITH: Hey! Jesus!
Leah and Ryan stomp past each other to the other sides of the soundstage.
MEREDITH: My God! What are we, crabs in a barrel?
She chases a few steps after them and looks from Ryan to Leah.
MEREDITH: What in the world has gotten into you two!?
This would be that opening scene before the flashback. Don’t know if it would work, but it’s an idea to try in the full draft.
Day #19 - Crabs in a Barrel
From Dream Machine
By Phoebe Roberts
MEREDITH BARRY, writer’s assistant and apprentice producer, mid thirties
DEREK KAPLAN, technical director at Dream Machine, mid thirties
LEAH LUCCHESI, showrunner at Dream Machine, mid thirties
RYAN DRESDEN, head of programming at Dream Machine, early fifties
Los Angeles, 2021
~~~
PAMPLEMOUSSE STUDIOS – DAY
The morning after the Emmys, the halls are mostly abandoned, except for Meredith, trudging in nursing a coffee with a romance novel under her arm. She crosses through the studio and is surprised to find Derek there, hanging upside down in his harness.
DEREK: Meredith? Damn, don’t you ever stop working?
MEREDITH: Me? I’m not the one literally tethered to my job. What are you doing up there?
He flips and drops down to the floor.
DEREK: Just wanted some alone time after the mess last night. The free-hanging helps me relax.
MEREDITH: So I take it you had as bad a night as we did.
DEREK: I was at the technical awards; there wasn’t going to be any other kind. On the plus side, I did end up accepting three statues— for the techs who were too drunk to make it to the stage.
MEREDITH: Well, other than Josie, that’s more awards than any of us. And we had a lot more to contend with than climbing over drunk teamsters. I was looking for someplace empty to sulk, and I thought nobody would be in today.
LEAH and RYAN storm in from opposite ends of the studio, freeze when they spot each other, then immediately charge up on each other in a rage.
LEAH: What the hell are you doing here?
RYAN: This is my studio, what the hell are you doing here?
LEAH: I got here before you ever did, and I’ll be here after you’re dead!
RYAN: Big talk from a maladjusted little attic goblin who couldn’t write a story that somebody already wrote for her twenty years ago!
LEAH: Well, you couldn’t even sell that bestseller to the people who already bought it!
RYAN: Don’t worry, I learned my lesson! Don’t throw in with an amateur who casts entirely with her crotch!
LEAH: Oh, why don’t you go do heroin about it?
RYAN: Don’t you have some feelings to puke up?
DEREK: Below the belt!
MEREDITH: Hey! Jesus!
Leah and Ryan stomp past each other to the other sides of the soundstage.
MEREDITH: My God! What are we, crabs in a barrel?
She chases a few steps after them and looks from Ryan to Leah.
MEREDITH: What in the world has gotten into you two!?
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