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Basically, Mercedes Masterson is a private detective and this the first pilot. The character comes from a film noir trilogy I'm working on. We've filmed the first, half-way through filming the second (on hiatus) and the third one is being written (she makes a breif appearance in the trailer for the first film in a trench coat and as a silhouette http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=619971047340566276&q=onyx+dragon+productions, the second film is in Hi-Def). I love the character so much, I started writing a pilot episode for the gal so I could keep telling her story. [998 words]
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Untitled Noir Tv Pilot (Drafting) Nathan Weaver
FADE UP FROM BLACK.
EXT. A CARNIVAL. A few establishing shots are used, pans and cuts, etc. Finally the camera comes to a small, modest tent on the edge of the action. It is darkened by the shade of near trees. We slowly make our way to the tent, we transform inside of it.
INT. SMALL TENT. It is a gypsy’s tent. We hear now the sounds of someone gasping to breathe, but we see no one. Just the table and crystal ball, a few odds and ends here and there. The gasping stops. The camera pans in towards the table, moving just above the crystal ball it gets a look down towards the ground behind the table. A MAN is on the floor with his back to the camera. He rises just past the camera, when he does the body of the FORTUNE TELLER is revealed. She slumps a little to her right as MAN removes pressure. CUT.
EXT. A CARNIVAL. MERCEDES MASTERSON exits a vehicle and takes off running through the carnival. She plows through people, pushing them aside, eventually she finds herself on the other side of the carnival and she stops as she sees the small tent. She removes her pistol and slowly moves in on the tent. She enters the tent.
MERCEDES
Detective Masterson! Hello?
She slowly moves towards the table. Just as she reaches it, it becomes tipped over towards her from underneath. The table hits her and knocks her back to the ground. MAN emerges from below and darts out the tent. MERCEDES leaps up as fast as she can and chases.
MERCEDES
Halt!
She exits the tent and sees MAN running full speed off into the dark of the park, away from the carnival. She pursues. They enter the parking lot, MAN a good distance from MERCEDES, still running. She stops and aims her gun.
MERCEDES
Stop or I’ll shoot!
MAN keeps running, she hesitates for just a moment, then shoots. MAN goes down, grabbing his leg. She starts to run to him, just then a pair of headlights turn on in the parking lot. She stops and shields her eyes.
MERCEDES
Who is it?! (aims gun)
MAN 2 gets out of car and helps MAN into car.
MERCEDES
Freeze! You are aiding a fugitive.
MERCEDES aims her gun, just then the car accelerates towards her. She leaps out of the way. The car stops and turns around and starts at her again. She gets up and takes off running towards the park. The car is catching up; once again she turns and jumps out of the way at the last second. She immediately leaps to her feet and runs at the car as it turns around. She raises her gun and shoots at the car. The car gets turned around, but doesn’t have time to start before she reaches the hood. She leaps up onto the hood, puts her gun to the windshield about where the driver would be and pulls the trigger. She is out of ammo. The car takes off, picking up speed and heading towards the carnival. MERCEDES holds on as they begin driving through the carnival. Just as they are passing a large tent, she stands herself up and jumps off the car into the tent pulling it down with her. The car continues driving off into the night. CARNIVAL GOERS come running up and begin rummaging through the tent to find MERCEDES. When they do find her, she shoves a pistol in their face. THEY jump back.
MERCEDES
Are they gone?!
CARNIVAL GOER
I hope you have a permit for that.
MERCEDES sighs and passes out.
MERCEDES VO
It all started on a Monday.
FADE TO BLACK.
MERCEDES VO
I shouldn’t even work on Mondays, nothing good ever comes of it.
FADE UP FROM BLACK.
INT. MERCEDES OFFICE, MORNING. CLOSE-UP of frosted window on door with black letters that read, “PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR: MERCEDES MASTERSON.” MERCEDES steps in front of camera and opens door. Camera follows her into the office she turns and takes her coat off and hangs it on a coat rack, then turns and shuts the door. This is the outer part of her office. Her secretary, JOAN, sits behind a desk.
MERCEDES
Morning, Joan.
JOAN
Good morning, Mercedes. A Dr. Bennett is here to see you. I went ahead and showed him into your office.
MERCEDES
We open at eight.
JOAN
I know. You’re late.
MERCEDES
Great, I’m not even awake yet.
JOAN
And here’s coffee. (hands MERCEDES coffee)
MERCEDES
Thanks.
MERCEDES enters her office. DR. BENNETT starts to rise.
MERCEDES
It’s not necessary. (she sits and sips her coffee) So, Dr. Bennett, what brings you here?
DR. BENNETT
(German) I am not quite sure how to put this—
MERCEDES
Take your time. (sips) I’m enjoying my coffee.
DR. BENNETT
My wife is conspiring against me.
MERCEDES
(blank) In what capacity?
DR. BENNETT
Murder.
MERCEDES
Mmm-kay. And what leads you to believe this?
DR. BENNETT
She does not love me anymore. More than that, she loves someone else.
MERCEDES
I know its a little taboo, but have you ever considered a divorce?
DR. BENNETT
I understand why you say this, but it is more than this.
MERCEDES
Okay, what is it?
DR. BENNETT
Ms. Masterson, is this conversation confidential?
MERCEDES
Yes, Dr. Bennett. Strictly confidential.
DR. BENNETT
What I am about to tell you cannot make it out of this room.
MERCEDES
Understood. You can trust me. (sips)
DR. BENNETT
I work for a secret government agency. My job is in building the ultimate wartime weapons. I have the blueprints to a highly destructive aerial bomb. In the wrong hands, the consequences could provoke catastrophic results. My wife’s lover wants these blueprints for his home country. I know it. She knows it. But, I cannot prove it. This is where you come in. Do whatever is necessary to protect me from this attack.
MERCEDES
Okay… (gulps)
MERCEDES VO
What I should have said was no. But, I didn’t.
FADE TO BLACK. FADE UP FROM BLACK.
INT. MERCEDES IN CAR, DAYTIME. She is watching the BENNETT HOUSE.
EXT. BENNETT’S HOUSE. MRS. BENNETT exits the house; she is much younger than DR. BENNETT.
MERCEDES
(to self) No wonder she’s sleeping around. There’s about a thirty year age gap.
MRS. BENNETT enters her car and pulls out of the drive. MERCEDES follows her.
MERCEDES VO
Mrs. Vivian Bennett, wife of Dr. Christophe Bennett……
MORE TO COME... I hope.
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