Short screenplay from Done Deal May 2005 contest.

       "Gunboat Diplomacy"

       FADE IN:

       EXT. FARM HOUSE - NIGHT

       Nothing fancy, somewhat old-fashioned, oil lanterns hang off
       the front porch.

       A car zooms down the road toward the house, its headlights
       bouncing up and down.  It skids to a dusty stop and the doors
       fly open.

       HOLLY MAVEN, a glamorous girl reporter and her podgy
       cameraman, BURT, spill out.  Holly looks around.

                             HOLLY
                 I can't believe it, we're the first!
                 Move it, lard-ass!  Exclusive!
                 Exclusive!

       They hurry to the house, skid to a stop at the bottom of the
       steps.  Burt turns on his camera light and peers through his
       viewfinder.

                             HOLLY
                 Go, go, go!

       Burt holds up three fingers, two fingers, one finger--

       Holly raises her microphone and turns on her ten-thousand-
       dollar smile.

                             HOLLY
                 This is Holly Maven reporting for
                 International News.  We are at the
                 Harboro farm in Western Virginia,
                 home of Mr. and Mrs. Jake Harboro.
                 Tonight, as local authorities will
                 confirm and the Air Force will deny,
                 this quaint, rustic farm was witness
                 to incredible scenes.

       The door opens and JAKE HARBORO, 50s, looks out curiously.
       Holly runs up the stairs, Burt and camera follow.

                             HOLLY
                 Mr. Harboro!  Holly Maven,
                 International News!

       For a moment it looks as if Jake might go back inside... but
       he opens the door, blinking under Burt's camera light.

                             HOLLY
                 Mr. Harboro, we understand you met
                 with honest-to-goodness aliens who
                 came to Earth in a flying saucer?

                             JAKE
                 Huh.  How'd you know that?

                             HOLLY
                 News travels fast, Mr. Harboro.
                 And, your wife phoned her second
                 cousin Thelma in Charleston.  Will
                 you tell us what happened, Mr.
                 Harboro?  You're live, on air, via
                 satellite.

                             JAKE
                 Huh.  Well, okay.  That's right.  I
                 met with aliens.

                             HOLLY
                 What did they look like?

                             JAKE
                 They was tall, and silvery.

                             HOLLY
                 Silvery?  Do you mean their spacesuits
                 or their skin?

                             JAKE
                 I can't rightly say which.

                             HOLLY
                 Were you able to converse with the
                 aliens?

                             JAKE
                 They told me why they came.

                             HOLLY
                 How did they tell you this?  Did
                 they converse with you in English?

       Jake scratches his jaw, trying to figure it out.

                             JAKE
                 I guess they kinda poured their
                 thoughts into my head.

       Holly sucks in a deep breath.  Burt silently mouths, "Oh my
       God."

                             HOLLY
                 So the aliens were telepathic?  What
                 were their thoughts?  Please share
                 with us, Mr. Harboro.  The nation is
                 waiting.  The entire world is waiting.

                             JAKE
                 They told me, that they represented
                 the Galactic Union.  They said they
                 wanted to invite the people of Earth
                 to join the Union, so we could become
                 part of a great brotherhood that
                 stretches across the sky.  They didn't
                 say "brotherhood" -- they used a
                 term that transcends sex, color and
                 creed.  I just can't say it.  It's a
                 symbol, not a word.

                             HOLLY
                 Amazing.  But why did they come here
                 and say -- or think -- these things
                 to you?  Why didn't they go to
                 Washington?  Or some other great
                 capital city of the world?

                             JAKE
                 Well, truth is, I don't like to say.

                             HOLLY
                 You have to say, Mr. Harboro.  You
                 must say.  From what we've just heard,
                 these aliens brought a message for
                 the people of Earth, not just for
                 you.

       Jake thinks about that, long and hard.

                             JAKE
                 Well, okay.  They said they don't
                 trust politicians.  They said before
                 the Galactic Union was formed,
                 terrible wars was threatening to
                 destroy them.  Then something
                 happened.  Something wonderful.

                             HOLLY
                 What happened, Mr. Harboro?  What
                 was this wonderful something?

                             JAKE
                 Some people -- by which I suppose I
                 mean aliens, although they're a lot
                 more like us than you'd think -- got
                 together and talked.  Just ordinary
                 people, people without any political
                 agenda.  And whatever the problem
                 was, it got solved.  They tried the
                 same thing again in some other place
                 where things were looking bad, and
                 you know what?  Agreements were
                 reached, and the fighting stopped,
                 and the military disarmed and went
                 home.  News kinda got around.
                 Whenever ordinary people were allowed
                 to talk things over, problems got
                 solved.  No speeches, no rhetoric,
                 no celebrities trying to score points
                 off each other or argue for made-up
                 reasons.  Oh, and the media had a
                 part to play, too.  Alien news
                 reporters and suchlike.  Your opposite
                 numbers, so to speak.

                             HOLLY
                 They did?  And what part did they
                 play?

                             JAKE
                 They weren't allowed to come anywhere
                 near the discussions any more, and
                 anything they wrote, or transmitted,
                 or spread through information-carrying
                 virusus, was edited to take out the
                 trash and just leave the honest truth.
                 That stopped half the wars there and
                 then.

       Holly's microphone quivers.  She glances nervously at the
       camera.

                             HOLLY
                 So that's why they came to your farm.
                 They were seeking someone ordinary,
                 a non-politician, to represent the
                 people of Earth?

                             JAKE
                 That's about the size of things.

                             HOLLY
                 When are they coming back?

                             JAKE
                 Coming back?

                             HOLLY
                 Why, yes.  Aren't they coming back
                 to pick you up and take you away to
                 wherever this Galactic Union of theirs
                 meets?

       Holly looks significantly up at the night sky.  Burt tilts
       up and films the stars, then tilts down and focuses on Jake
       again.

                             JAKE
                 Not for a while.  Their ship is fast,
                 but it still takes time to get to
                 where it's going, and once they start
                 their journey, turning around isn't
                 easy.  Well, I've probably said
                 enough.  Good-night.

       Jake goes back inside.  Holly gapes.  She's about to go after
       him but the door starts to close.  Behind the door is Jake's
       wife, ELLEN, 50s, looking rather sour-faced.

                             HOLLY
                 Mrs. Harboro!  Holly Maven,
                 International News.  Can you tell us
                 when the aliens are coming back?

       Ellen pauses on the verge of closing the door.  Holly looks
       nervously at the camera.

                             ELLEN
                 It's like my husband said.  Not for
                 a while.

                             HOLLY
                 So that's it?  They flew billions of
                 miles just to tell us they'd like us
                 to join their Galactic Union, but
                 they didn't say when it would happen?
                 That just doesn't make sense.

                             ELLEN
                 They didn't just come here to tell
                 us.  They came here to find someone
                 to represent Earth.

       Ellen tries to close the door but Holly jams her foot in,
       stopping it.  Holly winces in pain.

                             HOLLY
                 Whoa, Mrs. Harboro!  You can't just
                 stop there.

                             ELLEN
                 I don't want to say any more.

                             HOLLY
                 We have a right to know.  Everyone
                 has a right to know.  What happened?
                 Did they change their minds after
                 meeting you and your husband?  Were
                 you the wrong kind of people?  Not
                 smart enough, or what?

                             ELLEN
                 No, they didn't change their minds,
                 and as it turned out, we were exactly
                 the right kind of people.

                             HOLLY
                 Then I'm afraid I don't understand.

                             ELLEN
                 When they left...  When they left
                 here, they took my mother with them.

       Holly's bewilderment is transmitted across the world.

                             HOLLY
                 I hope you don't mind my asking,
                 Mrs. Harboro, but what age are you?

                             ELLEN
                 If you must know, I'm fifty-seven.

                             HOLLY
                 Then your mother must be...?

                             ELLEN
                 She's ninety.  She married and had
                 children somewhat late in life.

                             HOLLY
                 So Earth's representative to the
                 Galactic Union is a ninety-year-old
                 woman?

                             ELLEN
                 Her age isn't a problem.  The aliens
                 have machines that extend life beyond
                 what you might call natural limits.
                 None of them was less than three
                 centuries old, by our reckoning.
                 They did look kinda wrinkled, though.
                 Like walnuts.

                             HOLLY
                 Incredible.  Did they choose your
                 mother for her home-spun country
                 wisdom?"

                             ELLEN
                 Not exactly.

                             HOLLY
                 What does "not exactly" mean, Mrs.
                 Harboro?

                             ELLEN
                 It was my husband's doing.

                             HOLLY
                 How so, Mrs. Harboro, how so?

                             ELLEN
                 When the aliens asked who we thought
                 should go with them, my husband
                 suggested my mother would be the
                 ideal candidate.

                             HOLLY
                 I'm sure every married man in the
                 country would like to get rid of his
                 mother-in-law so easily, ha-ha.

       Holly grimaces, wishing to God she hadn't said that.

                             ELLEN
                 I'm sure you're right.

                             HOLLY
                 Mrs. Harboro, can't you just--?

                             ELLEN
                 My mother has senile dementia, Miss
                 Maven.  Or as my husband would say,
                 she's two cans short of a six-pack.
                 He sent me through to the kitchen to
                 make some coffee for our guests.  I
                 said maybe they don't drink coffee,
                 but he insisted.  When I came back
                 the aliens were gone, and so was my
                 mother.

                             HOLLY
                 That's bad, isn't it?

                             ELLEN
                 She rarely knows where she is half
                 the time.  More often than not she
                 doesn't even recognize me, her own
                 daughter.  She argues with my husband
                 constantly and is prone to fits of
                 violence.  And she never, ever, makes
                 it to the bathroom in time.

       Holly glances up at the night sky in wonder.

                             HOLLY
                 Good God.

                             ELLEN
                 But you know what really worries me?

                             HOLLY
                 You mean that's not enough?  There's
                 more?

                             ELLEN
                 Whenever we take her into town, she
                 makes a beeline for old men.  You'd
                 think libido would switch itself off
                 after a certain age, wouldn't you?

       Ellen shakes her head and sighs again.

                             ELLEN
                 Well, good-night.

       Ellen slowly closes the door.  Holly and Burt peek in through
       the narrowing gap, in time to catch a glimpse of--

       Jake, sitting with his legs stretched out in front of the
       fire, a beer in one hand and the TV remote in the other, and
       wearing a huge grin.

       FADE OUT

       The End


                                                           04/07 thanks Mark ;)
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