Apparently we were rained out yesterday for a reason. Not only was today an GREAT day for shooting, we had a change in directors. Kurt is a good director, don't get me wrong, but he wasn't feeling well, so Greg came in to direct the scene today. Apparently Greg had written the original scene. Well, someone re-wrote it, and he didn't like it, so he did a last minute re-write on the thing that changed the tone ENTIRELY.
ORIGINAL GAIL stands, eyes closed, face up to the sun as if in deep meditation. The bright light dilates her pupils so that when she looks back down at the imaginary camera in front of her, she appears wide awake. GAIL Heavy thunder storms are pushing our way with highs reaching only in the forties. Bring an umbrella and break out your winter hat again because this weekend it's going to get nasty. She catches her breath. DAC leans on the railing next to her. DAC Gail. GAIL Oh. Hi Dac. I was just practicing for the five o'clock show. DAC I figured. Gail closes her eyes and tilts her head back toward the sun. DAC I don't mean to be rude and forgive me if I'm overstepping my bounds, but I don't think it's going to rain or get cold this weekend. In fact, I believe it's going to be the exact opposite. GAIL Taking classes in meteorology? DAC No. GAIL Then what makes you believe it's not going to rain. DAC You. She looks back down, her eyes unnaturally wide. DAC takes a step back. GAIL Me? DAC I'm sorry Gail, but you haven't predicted an accurate weather forecast in over thirty days. I've actually been tuning into other news stations to plan my week. It's a problem. GAIL What do you know about meteorology? DAC I - GAIL What do you know about meteorology? DAC I don't know anything. GAIL Then what right do you have- DAC Listen. All I know is that when you say rain, Jesus Christ and the skies above say shine. Don't take this personally, but take it seriously. I like you. You're a friend of mine, but I'm worried that unless you start getting in sync with whichever god makes the wind blow, chances are you're going to be out of a job. Consider that to be my forecast. | REWRITE GAIL paces about the parking lot behind the studio rehearsing her forecast for tonight's taping. GAIL Heavy thunder storms are pushing our way with highs reaching only in the forties. Bring an umbrella and break out your winter hat again because this weekend it's going to get nasty. She gets a peculiar look in her eyes, and turns to see DAC leaning against a dumpster behind her. GAIL Dac DAC Hello Gail. Is that tonight's forecast? GAIL Tomorrow's. DAC Cold and Rain. GAIL That's right. DAC I'll bet you one thousand dollars that it neither rains or gets below forty degrees tomorrow. In fact, I believe it's going to be the exact opposite. GAIL Taking classes in meteorology? DAC No. I'm a gambling man, and the odds in the studio right now are that you're going to be wrong. GAIL (offended) Who are you? DAC I'm Dac. And you're Gail. And Gail Johnston hasn't predicted an accurate weather forecast in over thirty days. When you say rain, Jesus Christ and the skies above say shine. GAIL A thousand bucks? DAC That's right. GAIL You're on. |
So instead of a nicey nicey guy, I got to be a dickhead, and wear my sunglasses. Which was AWESOME.
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