15 February 2007

Red Room


A large, windowless, well-lit sparsely furnished red-draped room.
A table and three easy chairs.
DALE COOPER, twenty-five years older, sits in one of the chairs.
A LITTLE MAN, three and a half feet tall, in a red suit, stands shaking violently.
A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN sits across from Cooper in another easy chair.
The LITTLE MAN stops shaking, turns to Dale Cooper and claps his hands, once.
                                   LITTLE MAN
Let's rock!
The Little Man sits in a chair beside the Beautiful Woman.
The Little Man closes his eyes and rubs his hands slowly together.
The Little Man hold hands with the Woman, they look at each other.
Then they look at Dale Cooper, smiling enigmatically.
The Little Man rubs his hands slowly together again.
The shadow of a bird passes above them.
Both the Little Man and Woman's speech is oddly stilted.
We see sub-titles under them, with the correct words.
Throughout, Dale Cooper sits still, watches and listens.
    
                               LITTLE MAN
               I've got good news. That gum you like is going to
               come back in style. She's my cousin, but doesn't
               she look almost exactly like Laura Palmer?
        
                               COOPER
               But it is Laura Palmer. Are you Laura Palmer?
 
                               WOMAN
               I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms
               bend back.
    
                               LITTLE MAN
               She's filled with secrets. Where we're from, the
               birds sing a pretty song and there's always music
               in the air.
    
Strange saxophone music filters into the air.
The Little Man hops off the chair.
He begins to dance a strange dance around the table.
The Woman rises, goes over and gently kisses Cooper on the mouth.
She softly whispers something in his ear.
                                                     CUT TO:
INT. COOPER'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
    
Cooper shoots up out of bed, waking from this strange and disturbing dream.
He fumbles for the phone and dials.
    
                               COOPER
               Harry, it's Cooper, meet me for breakfast, seven
               o'clock, here at the hotel. I know who killed
               Laura Palmer.
    
He hangs up.
                                                     FADE OUT:
    
                               THE END 

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