Thursday Morning Run (based on a true story)

                                   

                                    FADE IN

 

EXTERIOR, COMPANY CAMPUS, DAWN

 

An extremely tall man appears over the brow of the hill, wearing

a white tank-top and Adidas shorts. He is running fairly fluidly

towards the camera, as if enjoying himself.

                       

                        KEITH

            (in an interior monologue)

            Jeez, that sunrise is beautiful. How would I word it in

            my journal? Something corny like "the big red sun rose

            balefully over a dense our headquarters in the south landscape of fog

            shrouded trees, its rays trying to pierce the thick

            miasma of morning mist through which myriads of small

            insects danced and shrilled." You're such a cornball.

 

Keith pounds around the company lake, which has a big geyser

fountain spouting at its center.

                       

                        KEITH

            People wouldn't believe this is a company campus.

 

Keith looks round at the trees, the flowers, the carefully

rolling landscaping.

                       

                        KEITH

            All this grass, carefully mowen. Or is that 'mown'?

            'Mowned'?  All this is owned by one man. He even owns a

            fucking airline, for god's sake.

 

Keith has now entered the private estate of that big man who owns

everything.

                       

                        KEITH

            Still, it's nice of him to let us mere employees run

            around his garden. Some garden. Must be fifty acres of

            woods, fields and lawns. I wonder what it must feel

            like to own all this? I mean he started out as just a

            professor and ended up building one of the world's

            biggest private software companyies.

            (note to director, is this too much exposition?)

                       

                        KEITH

            Wonder if he walks around his garden and think to

            himself, gee, how did I end up with all this? Probably

            not, I guess. After all, I don't get up in the morning

            at home, and walk around my tiny apartment and think,

            how did I end up like this? Well, I do think sometimes,

            how did I fit all this much stuff in such a small

            apartment.

 

The woods close in around him, as he starts to labor up a steep

hill. There is nothing to hear except the constant whirring of

cicadas, and the distantly atmospheric "SchwooooeeWhooooooo" of a

train.

                       

                        KEITH

            I'm getting too old for this. These hills seem steeper

            every time I come here. It's kind of scary in here -

            kind of like Jurassic park or something.

 

A crashing noise is heard in the nearbye undergrowth.

                       

                        KEITH

            Jeez, what was that!

 

A velociraptor leaps out onto the path in front of him. Oops,

wrong movie. Sorry.

 

Keith clears the woods, and emerges back into the main campus.

He's running more smoothly now, and the look of acute pain has

left his face.

                       

                        KEITH

            There, this is more like it. Thirty-five minutes and

            counting. Not bad for a thirty-five year old. Okay, a

            thirty-six year old.

                       

                        STRANGER

            (from behind)

            Good morning!

 

Keith jumps with surprise as a man steams past him, running up

the hill with no effort.

                       

                        KEITH

            (petulantly)

            Hey, stop showing off! I'll show you!

 

As the scene fades out, we hear grumbling and cursing, and two

pairs of receding footsteps, one significantly slower than the

other ...

                                   

                                    CUT TO:

 

INTERIOR, EMBASSY SUITES

 

An extremely tall man lies exhausted on the bed. He starts to

pull down his pants... Oops, wrong movie again. Sorry!

                                   

                                    FADE OUT.