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.
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So instead of a nicey nicey guy, I got to be a dickhead, and wear my sunglasses. Which was AWESOME.
me
