“Home Movies” Spec Script – “Field of Creams” – Scene 1

EXT. SOCCER FIELD – DAY

Brendon approaches the bench where Coach McGuirk is typing on a laptop.  A soccer game is in progress.

BRENDON

Coach, we’re getting creamed out there.

COACH MCGUIRK

This isn’t news to me, Brendon, you get creamed every game.

BRENDON

So shouldn’t you try to give us some motivation instead of just sitting there?

COACH MCGUIRK

If my silent disapproval doesn’t motivate you, nothing will.

BRENDON

Nothing is what you’re already doing.

COACH MCGUIRK

I’m writing, Brendon.  I’m a writer now.  Writers don’t waste time with motivation or deep thinking, it’s all on the surface.

BRENDON

I guess you don’t care if we lose then.

COACH MCGUIRK

No one cares if you lose, Brendon, they only care that you play.  I learned that writing; people don’t want to read anything that makes them think.  Thinking hurts, Brendon, people don’t like to do it.  Just write a corny love story and the masses will love you for it.

BRENDON

You want me to write a love story?

COACH MCGUIRK

No, I want you to get on the field and stop thinking about it.  And stop looking so terrified when the ball comes near you, the other kids can sense it.

BRENDON

It’s probably because their coach is so involved in the game.  Look how intense she is.

COACH MCGUIRK

Dammit, Brendon, you made me make eye contact.  Is she walking over here?

BRENDON

Yeah, she’s headed right for you.

COACH MCGUIRK

Crap, I don’t have time for this.

MANDY

What’s the hold up over here?  Who let this homeless guy on the field?

BRENDON

He’s not homeless, that’s our coach.

COACH MCGUIRK

I’m a writer, thank you very much.

MANDY

Wait a minute.  John?  John McGuirk, is that you?

COACH MCGUIRK

Uhh, yeah.  And you are?

MANDY

It’s me, Mandy, from summer camp all those years ago.  I remember I had the biggest crush on you back then.

COACH MCGUIRK

You see Brendon, being a writer gets all the ladies riled up, I can hardly claw ’em off me.  I’m sorry, Miss, but I’m currently in a relationship.  I would say take a number, but I don’t have one of those number machines.  Maybe I should invest in one.

MANDY

Oh I don’t mean to give you the wrong impression.  It was actually you who made me realize I was gay.

COACH MCGUIRK

Wait, what?

MANDY

I realized that I was attracted to how round and supple your chest was, and I realized I liked boobs.

COACH MCGUIRK

Is that a fat joke?

MANDY

Oh, I don’t mean to be crude, I remember you were sensitive about your weight.  Oh, and the kids used to call you Mini Michelin cause it looked like a stack of tires when you took your shirt off.

BRENDON

Some things never change.

COACH MCGUIRK

This isn’t helping.

MANDY

Well, I just wanted to tell you that you were an inspiration to my life.

BRENDON

I wish he could be an inspiration to any of us.

COACH MCGUIRK

Hey, I’m a good coach.

MANDY

I have to agree with the kid, John.  From what I see, you have the motivational skills of a dead fish.

COACH MCGUIRK

Truth be told, I’m not really a coach.  I’m a writer.

MANDY

Really?  Do you have anything published?

COACH MCGUIRK

Well, no.  I’m not making money as a writer yet, which is why I still need the coaching job.

MANDY

So truth be told, you’re not really a writer.  You’re a coach, coach.

COACH MCGUIRK

How dare you.  Just for that, I’m writing you into my story and you’re not gonna like how I portray you.

MANDY

Are you going to keep in the part where I’m a way better coach than you?

COACH MCGUIRK

Oh, marshmallow lava is way too quick of a death for you.

MANDY

No you’re right, it would be too hard for you to portray a decent coach, since you have no idea what it’s like to be one.

COACH MCGUIRK

You’d love for me to prove you wrong, wouldn’t you?  I’m not falling for it.

BRENDON

(to Mandy)

Can you just be our coach, too?

COACH MCGUIRK

Dammit, Brendon, stay out of this.

MANDY

No he’s right.  I’ll coach both teams and you sit there and take notes on what a coach is supposed to do.

COACH MCGUIRK

That’s it!  I’ll show you what a coach is supposed to do.

Coach McGuirk slams his fists on the table and stands up.

COACH MCGUIRK

Brendon, get on the field!  Melissa, why are your shoes off?

MELISSA

Because I like how the grass feels on my toes.

COACH MCGUIRK

Put your shoes back on!  Why is no one in the goal?  Walter, get in the goal!

WALTER

Only if Perry can be goalie with me.

COACH MCGUIRK

There can only be one goalie, so Perry stays on the field.

WALTER AND PERRY

Nooooo!

PERRY

I won’t let you go!

WALTER

Never let go!

COACH MCGUIRK

Fine, Brendon, get in the goal.  Brendon, why did you take your shoes off?

BRENDON

Melissa’s right, the grass feels good on your toes.

COACH MCGUIRK

What the hell are you people doing?

BRENDON

Hey, I’m just taking your advice and trying not to think about it.

WALTER AND PERRY

Shoes off!  Shoes off!

COACH MCGUIRK

(to Mandy)

Fine!  You coach them.  I’ll be on the bench putting words to how unflattering your personality is.

MANDY

Hey, coach, let’s make a deal.  You want time to write, I want to see the inspiring John I used to know.  Show these kids the Mini Michelin I know and love.

COACH MCGUIRK

Please stop saying that.

MANDY

I’m here for the rest of the week.  If you coach one game where you give it your all, and you win, I’ll coach your team for the rest of the week.

COACH MCGUIRK

And if I lose?

MANDY

Then you take off your shirt and show me that stack of tires.  And I’ll still coach your team for the week.

COACH MCGUIRK

Jesus Christ.  Fine.  But don’t expect me to spare you from the marshmallow lava.

MANDY

I told you I’m a lesbian.  I’m not interested in your ejaculate.

COACH MCGUIRK

Wait, what?

FADE TO BLACK.

Continue to: “Field of Creams” – Scene 2

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“Home Movies” Spec Script – “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 6

INT. SCHOOL AUDITORIUM – NIGHT

The sign on the door reads: WRITING COMPETITION TONIGHT!  Melissa is on stage in front of the crowd, reading her submission.

MELISSA

And here, thou art cast away, Wilson.  Bound to mine own earthly raft, I cannot reach.  For if I follow, to the tide, I will finally succumb. You are cast and I am cast, and we are both castaways.

INT. BACKSTAGE – NIGHT

Brendon is watching Melissa from backstage, while he continues to write his submission.

BRENDON

And, done!

Brendon puts down the pen and paper.  Coach McGuirk and Clara approach him.

COACH MCGUIRK

Brendon, I’m glad I caught you.  Listen, you don’t have to do that thing any more.

BRENDON

Ah ah ah, I’m a man of my word, Coach.  I told you I could handle it and I did.

COACH MCGUIRK

What did you do?

BRENDON

I finished your novel, but I didn’t have time to write for the competition, so I combined them into one.

COACH MCGUIRK

Oh my god, Brendon, don’t.

The audience applause and Mr. Lynch takes the microphone.

MR. LYNCH

That was Melissa, with A Midsummer Night’s Castaway.  And now, our next competitor, Brendon Small.

BRENDON

You’ll thank me for this later, Coach.

Melissa exits and Brendon walks on stage. Coach McGuirk turns to Clara.

COACH MCGUIRK

We should leave right now.

CLARA

Why, babe?  What’s wrong?

COACH MCGUIRK

It’s just…

BRENDON

Ahem, if I could get everyone’s attention please.  My submission to the writing competition is dedicated to my soccer coach, Coach McGuirk.

CLARA

That’s so sweet.

BRENDON

He’s always there for me when I have a question and he teaches me valuable lessons.  He’s honestly more of a father figure to me than my own dad is.

AUDIENCE

Awwww!

BRENDON

Most recently, he taught me that it’s okay to be a prostitute.

COACH MCGUIRK

Jesus Christ, Brendon, what are you doing?

CLARA

Aww!

MR. LYNCH

Excuse me?

BRENDON

We’re all prostitutes in our own way and society needs prostitutes in order to thrive.  Being a prostitute is a beautiful thing.

CLARA

You go, little weird kid!

BRENDON

And now for my writing submission.  In that moment, double agent Coach McGuirk decided to hire a prostitute, because hiring a prostitute is a lot easier than doing it yourself.

MR. LYNCH

Get off the stage, Brendon.  You don’t have to do it anymore.

BRENDON

Okay.  Oh, and by the way, if anyone needs a prostitute, I’m currently selling my services.

Brendon walks off stage.

CLARA

Okay, that got weird.

COACH MCGUIRK

The imaginations on these kids, huh?

MR. LYNCH

I’ll see you in my office after the show, McGuirk.

BRENDON

(To Coach McGuirk)

So, what did you think?

COACH MCGUIRK

I think I just lost my job.

CLARA

I thought it was amazing.  You have a real talent with words.

Clara leans down and kisses Brendon on the forehead.

BRENDON

Oh, wow.  Now I get why you want to be a writer, Coach.

COACH MCGUIRK

You’re lucky I don’t want to go back to prison, Brendon.

INT. SCHOOL AUDITORIUM – NIGHT

MR. LYNCH

And the winner of tonight’s writing competition is Jason Penopolis, who wrote, Culture of the Cultured: An Ode to Yogurt.

JASON

Alright!  Yogurt-eaters for the win!

MR. LYNCH

And your prize is a twenty-dollar gift-certificate to Ike Dream’s Ice Cream!

JASON

Are you friggin’ kidding me?

FADE TO BLACK.

CREDITS.

Continue to Episode 3: “Field of Creams” – Scene 1

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 5

INT. STROMBOLI OLIE’S – NIGHT

Coach McGuirk sits at a table across from Clara.

CLARA

Thanks for inviting me to dinner, John.  It’s so great to be able to sit down with other writers and talk about writing.

COACH MCGUIRK

Yeah, you know me, I love writing so much, I can hardly stand it.

CLARA

I’m so fascinated by your novel.  It’s so sexy when a man can come up with good ideas and turn them into words on a page.

COACH MCGUIRK

That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about, Clara.  You see, I’m not the person you think I am from my novel.

CLARA

What, do you think I’m stupid?

COACH MCGUIRK

No, I…

CLARA

I know you’re not a secret double agent, John, I know it’s just a book.  You’ve never killed a whale with your bare hands, you probably don’t have a yacht, and there’s no such thing as marshmallow volcano lava.

COACH MCGUIRK

What?  Of course there is.  It’s not that, Clara.  The truth is, I’m not a real writer.  What I submitted was the most I’ve ever written in my entire life and I plan to keep it that way.

CLARA

I see.  That certainly changes things.

COACH MCGUIRK

It does?

CLARA

Big time.  Unfortunately, I’m only attracted to writers, so if that’s not you, I may have gotten my hopes up.

COACH MCGUIRK

There’s gotta be another way.  I like you so much, there has to be a way we can make this work.

CLARA

Well, truth be told, I haven’t been honest with you either, John.

COACH MCGUIRK

You haven’t?

CLARA

Yes, I’m an aspiring author, but I’m also a prostitute, John.

COACH MCGUIRK

Uhh, wait, what?

CLARA

I’m a prostitute, John.  So you can have me if you can afford me.

COACH MCGUIRK

And how much is that?

Clara leans over the table and whispers in his ear.

COACH MCGUIRK

Oh.  Is there any chance you would accept 20%-off coupons to Bogurt’s Yogurt?

CLARA

That’s a confirmed no on the yacht, huh?

COACH MCGUIRK

Wait a minute.  I did write what I submitted.  You’re telling me, all I have to do is keep writing and you’ll be my girlfriend?

Clara smiles.

FADE TO BLACK.

Continue to: “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 6

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 4

EXT. SOCCER FIELD – DAY

Brendon sits on the soccer field alone with a pen, pad of paper, a copy of Coach McGuirk’s printed novel, and an empty ice cream bowl.  He flips through McGurik’s manuscript.

BRENDON

I just can’t follow Double Agent John McGuirk’s character arc.  He starts on a whaling ship, then the ninja assassins come out of no where, and somehow the Russian spy sub can pass through the marshmallow lava.  This source material is garbage!  I can’t work with this.

Brendon throws the manuscript a few feet away.  SHANNON walks over and picks it up and begins to read it.

SHANNON

After snapping the neck of the last ninja with a swift high kick, Double Agent John McGuirk grabbed Clara for one last kiss before he dove into the marshmallow lava.  Did you write this crap, Brendon?

BRENDON

No, I didn’t write it, Coach McGuirk did.  He paid me to finish writing it for him.

SHANNON

Oh, so you’re a prostitute.

BRENDON

A what?

SHANNON

A prostitute.  You’re a prostitute, Brendon.  You sell yourself to men so they can get off.

BRENDON

Is that what I’m doing?

SHANNON

How much did he pay you?

BRENDON

Twenty dollars.

SHANNON

Oh, so you’re a cheap prostitute.

BRENDON

I don’t think you’re using that word correctly.

SHANNON

Oh, I’m using it correctly.  You think you’re the only one Coach asked to write for him?  He practically begged the entire basketball team.  You’re the only pretty woman who said yes to him.

BRENDON

I really don’t appreciate that reference.

SHANNON

How does it feel to know that you’re helping an old desperate man get his rocks off?

Shannon picks up Brendon’s empty ice cream container.

SHANNON

And what’s this?  Ike Dream’s Ice Cream and a receipt for exactly $20 in ice cream?  How did it feel, Brendon, going down your throat?  Did it feel like guilt?

BRENDON

Ok, Shannon, I’ve had enough of this conversation.  Unless you can help me write this, you’re wasting my time.

SHANNON

Unlike you, Brendon, I’m not a prostitute.  So, no, I can’t help you write McGuirk’s jizzfest.  But what I can do is give you advice.

BRENDON

Advice?

SHANNON

Don’t write it.

BRENDON

But Coach McGuirk already paid me.

SHANNON

You’d think he would have learned by now not to pay a hooker until after she’s finished.

BRENDON

So you’re saying I shouldn’t write it?  I’d have to feign my death, grow a mustache, learn French and move to Canada.

SHANNON

You’d really go through all that?  What’s the worst he could do to you?  He’s just a soccer coach.

BRENDON

Yeah, but he gets that look where his eyes go all black, like a shark about to strike, but instead of rows of teeth, it’s smells of vodka.

SHANNON

He’s not a shark, Brendon, he’s a whale.  Didn’t you see the title?  Moby McGuirk.  He’s a big fat white whale.

BRENDON

I don’t think I want to anger that whale.

FADE TO BLACK.

Continue to: “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 5

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 3

INT. BOGURT’S FROZEN YOGURT – DAY

Brendon and Melissa follow Jason along the line of frozen yogurt dispensers and toppings, as he adds them to his bowl.

JASON

Are you guys seriously not getting any yogurt?

MELISSA

No, it’s too expensive and it’s not that good.

JASON

Not that good?  Step aside Melissa, because you’ve never seen a pro decorate yogurt.

BRENDON

(to Melissa)

So how much did Coach pay you to write for him?

MELISSA

He didn’t pay me anything.  I told him no.

BRENDON

You told him no?  I didn’t even know that was an option.

MELISSA

He wouldn’t go higher than $20 and I’m not that cheap.

JASON

Wait he paid you $20?

BRENDON

Yeah.

MELISSA

Now do you feel stupid for accepting the 20%-off yogurt coupons?

JASON

No, Melissa, I don’t.  Yogurt is amazing and worth it.

BRENDON

Meh, I’d go for Ike Dream’s Ice Cream over Bogurt’s Frozen Yogurt any day.

JASON

That’s because you don’t have a refined pallet.  I don’t even know if I want to be writing the same novel as you with that lack of judgment.

MELISSA

Can I have one of those coupons?

JASON

No, Melissa, get your own 20%-off coupons.  I worked for these.

BRENDON

Well, technically, you haven’t written anything yet.

JASON

I’m going to write so well, I’ll be filled up to here with 20% free yogurt.  You’ll be joining the ranks of Melissa in begging for yogurt coupons.

MELISSA

Brendon, aren’t you supposed to submit to the writing competition?

BRENDON

Yeah, so?

MELISSA

Well, where are you going to find the time to write that and Coach McGuirk’s novel?

BRENDON

That is exactly why I have you two!  I was thinking we could sit down at Ike Dream’s Ice Cream and bounce a few ideas back and forth.  We’ll be done in no time.

JASON

Oh sure, punish the yogurt-eaters in the group.  We don’t all eat ice cream, Brendon!

MELISSA

I told you I’m not doing it, Brendon.  I’m also submitting to the writing competition and I want to win this year.

BRENDON

Wait, what?  You’re submitting?  But Mr. Lynch didn’t force you to.

MELISSA

I know, I just want to prove to myself that I can do it.

BRENDON

Well if our movies suffer as a result, we will certainly have to revisit your contract.

MELISSA

I can still do the movies, Brendon.  You’re the one who isn’t going to be able to work on movies with all your extracurricular activities.

BRENDON

Fine, I’ve seen your work ethic and I don’t need it.  Jason and I can finish that novel in no time.

Jason reaches the checkout counter and hands the coupon to the TELLER.

TELLER

Sorry sir, but this coupon is expired.

JASON

Oh.  Now I feel stupid for accepting the coupons.  I’m not doing it either, Brendon.  It’s like, if you have to pay more than 80% for yogurt, what’s even the point?

Jason and Melissa head for the door.

BRENDON

What?  Really?  Neither of you will help me on this.  Not even for yogurt?

Jason turns around before leaving.

JASON

Oh, I got my yogurt, Brendon, and I’m eating it, too.

FADE TO BLACK.

Continue to: “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 4

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 2

EXT. SOCCER FIELD – DAY

Brendon walks up to the bench where Coach McGuirk is sitting.

COACH MCGUIRK

Brendon, I’m glad you’re here.  Listen, buddy, I need your help on something – and you know what, all your little friends can help out, too.

BRENDON

You’re not going to make us put lotion on your varicose veins again, are you?

COACH MCGUIRK

No, Brendon, this is serious.  I have a girlfriend now.  I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life and it’s killing me inside, because soon Clara’s going to figure out that I’m not a real writer.

BRENDON

But didn’t you write that submission to the writer’s group?

COACH MCGUIRK

I did, Brendon, and it wore me out.  I’m like that chick who toured with The Rolling Stones and then afterward, her voice didn’t work anymore.  I’m spent, Brendon.  I’m a fraud.

BRENDON

So what do you want me to do?

COACH MCGUIRK

You’re a creative.  Your brain is still young and ambitious with the imagination that only comes from being really small; like the smile of a child, or something.

BRENDON

Coach, what are you talking about?

COACH MCGUIRK

You see? I can’t even form sentences anymore, my brain is cooked.  I need you to finish my novel, so I can submit it to the writer’s group, so Clara won’t dump me.

BRENDON

No, I don’t care if Clara dumps you.

COACH MCGUIRK

Please, Brendon, I hate writing so much.  I can’t do it anymore.

BRENDON

I hate writing even more.  Just ask Mr. Lynch how I do in English.

COACH MCGUIRK

I don’t need to talk to that guy.  I’ve seen your movie collection, Brendon.  You write scripts all the time.  You’ve written more in your short life than I’ve ever written in mine.

BRENDON

I’m in the fourth grade.

COACH MCGUIRK

I’m going to tell you something you might not know about me, Brendon.  I dropped out of school in fourth grade, so my writing level is probably on par with yours.  You could just finish where I left off and no one will know the difference.

BRENDON

Why did you drop out of school?

COACH MCGUIRK

My father was an alcoholic and couldn’t hold down a job.  He was abusive and made me drop out to work in a textiles factory.

BRENDON

In the fourth grade?

COACH MCGUIRK

Luckily, I’ve always been freakishly large, so no one knew I was only thirteen.

BRENDON

You were thirteen in fourth grade?

COACH MCGUIRK

Cut me some slack, Brendon, I need your help on this.  I have the spirit and testosterone of James Bond, in the body of Jabba the Hutt, with the intellect of a fourth grader.  Have the pity on me my father never had.

BRENDON

I really don’t want to.  I already have too much homework.

COACH MCGUIRK

I’ll pay you.

BRENDON

How much?

COACH MCGUIRK

I have a whole stack of 20%-off coupons to Bogurt’s Frozen Yogurt.  That’s all I can afford right now.

BRENDON

I hate frozen yogurt.  It’s like, hey, yogurt, have you ever heard of ice cream?  It’s only better in every way.

COACH MCGUIRK

Fine, twenty dollars.

BRENDON

Sold!  But I’m not splitting it with Jason and Melissa.  You’ll have to bribe them separately.

COACH MCGUIRK

I’m already regretting this.

FADE TO BLACK.

Continue to: “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 3

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 1

INT. CLASSROOM – DAY

Brendon sits in the back of the classroom drawing, while Mr. Lynch teaches at the front.  Brendon is drawing a picture of Mr. Lynch being usurped by the students in dramatic revolutionary-war style.

MR. LYNCH

Brendon?  Brendon?  Brendon!

BRENDON

The answer is 1776, the revolution began.

MR. LYNCH

No, I asked you to read the freewrite you’ve been working on the entire class period.

BRENDON

This isn’t history class?

MR. LYNCH

No, Brendon, this is English class.

BRENDON

Oh, that explains a lot.

MR. LYNCH

Brendon, I’m starting to get the impression that you’re not enthused about writing.

BRENDON

You’re just getting that impression now?

MR. LYNCH

That’s it, Brendon.  I’m mandating that you submit to this year’s writing competition.

BRENDON

What?  That nerd-o read-a-thon with all the kids that wear glasses?

MR. LYNCH

Hmm, I guess they do all wear glasses.

BRENDON

I just wouldn’t fit in with that crowd.  We come from different worlds, them with glasses, me without glasses.

MR. LYNCH

You’re doing it, Brendon.

BRENDON

No no no, what do you call this?  Extracurricular activity?  No thank you.  Keep that extra because all my school activities are strictly curricular.

MR. LYNCH

Not anymore.  Your participation grade is non-existent, so if you don’t participate in the writing competition, I’m failing you.

BRENDON

What?  When is the deadline?

MR. LYNCH

Next Friday.

BRENDON

That is not nearly enough time for me to sit down and write something.

MR. LYNCH

That is not my problem.  It’s just a twenty page minimum to submit.  I know you can handle that.

BRENDON

And what if I can’t handle it?  Do you really want that on your conscience?

MR. LYNCH

I think I’ll manage.

FADE TO BLACK.

Continue to: “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 2

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “Moby McGuirk” – Scene 6

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INT. MEETING ROOM – NIGHT

Coach McGuirk opens the door and walks in.  Three other men sit at the table in the room.

COACH MCGUIRK

Is this the writer’s group?

DEVIN

Yup, this is the Super Fun Writer’s Club!

COACH MCGUIRK

That’s what you call it?

DEVIN

What’s wrong with the name?

COACH MCGUIRK

Well, writing isn’t fun or super, so everything.  What about The Honey Pot-tential Authors?  That’s more relevant, huh?

DEVIN

What are you talking about?

COACH MCGUIRK

I guess you wouldn’t get it.  Hey, I was expecting a female to be here, her name is Clara.

DEVIN

Clara isn’t here yet, but I’m Devin, and this is Greg and Mark.  And you are?

COACH MCGUIRK

I’m John McGuirk.

GREG

John McGuirk?  So you named the main character after yourself, huh?

Greg and Mark laugh.  Coach McGuirk sits down.

COACH MCGUIRK

Um.

DEVIN

Alright guys, we haven’t started the review yet.  First, some ground rules.  Rule number one, you’re not allowed to speak while the group reviews you.  Rule number two is have fun.

COACH MCGUIRK

Oh Jesus Christ.

DEVIN

And I’m a stickler for the rules, John.  So, let’s get started on your piece.  Greg, what did you think of John’s piece titled, Moby McGuirk?

GREG

I just have a question real quick.  Were you aiming for a crappier version of Moby Dick or is that just what you landed on?

COACH MCGUIRK

What kind of question is that?

GREG

Look, I just mean-

COACH MCGUIRK

You’re lucky Clara isn’t here yet, buddy.  If you talk to me like that when she’s here-

DEVIN

John, you can’t speak.

COACH MCGUIRK

I will follow you to your car, stalk you home, watch you for a few days or a week, until I figure out what you love most, by the looks of you, probably a cat.

GREG

Mr. Pickles.

DEVIN

John, I just want to remind you that you can’t speak during the review.

COACH MCGUIRK

He asked me a question.  So, yeah, don’t make me finish that sentence when — Clara you’re here!

Clara walks into the room and sits down.

CLARA

Sorry I’m late.  I’m so glad you could make it, John.

GREG

So glad.  We were just reviewing his novel.

COACH MCGUIRK

Let’s hear what the lady has to say, okay buddy, you had your chance.

DEVIN

John, remember, you can’t speak.

COACH MCGUIRK

I got it.

CLARA

Well at first, when I was reading it, I was confused.

GREG

See, that’s what I’m saying.

CLARA

But then I realized the genius behind it, how all great artists steal, and you have weaved the artists in your life into a beautiful mesh of raw passion.

Coach McGuirk and Clara move closer to each other.

COACH MCGUIRK

What else do you like about it, baby?

DEVIN

John, I want to remind you that-

COACH MCGUIRK

I heard you!  Can it already!

CLARA

When Double Agent John McGuirk erupts out of the marshmallow volcano, my breath was taken.

COACH MCGUIRK

I knew you’d like that.

CLARA

And I realized that whoever wrote this manuscript should be the father of my children.

GREG

Come again?

COACH MCGUIRK

Did you?

CLARA

And again.

COACH MCGUIRK

Kiss me.

Coach McGuirk and Clara start making out.

DEVIN

John, I just want to remind you that you’re not allowed to talk.

Coach McGuirk and Clara ignore him and keep making out.

DEVIN

John?  Clara?  Well what did everyone else think?

GREG

I honestly thought it was written by a fourth grader.

FADE TO BLACK.

CREDITS.

Continue to Episode 2: “To Write Or Not To Write?” – Scene 1

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “Moby McGuirk” – Scene 5

INT. BRENDON’S HOUSE – DAY

Brendon walks in the front door.

BRENDON

Mom, I’m home!  Coach wasn’t feeling well, or something, so practice was canceled!  Mom?

Brendon looks around the house until he finds his mom, Paula, in her room, dressed up and putting on makeup.

BRENDON

Mom?

PAULA

Oh, Brendon, I didn’t think you’d be home.

BRENDON

Yeah, practice was canceled.

PAULA

Well don’t you have friends to play with in the basement?

BRENDON

No, Melissa’s having an episode and Jason’s still embarrassed about what he did to Dad’s suit.

PAULA

Dad’s suit?  Brendon, you father hasn’t lived here for years, he didn’t leave a suit here.

BRENDON

Well then whose suit was hanging up in your closet?

PAULA

Maybe we should talk.

BRENDON

What? Mom, what are you-

PAULA

You see, Brendon, sometimes Mommies see other people after they get divorced.

BRENDON

What?  No, no, no, no, no.  No!  Bad!  That’s a bad Mommy!

PAULA

And he’s on his way over to pick up his suit.

BRENDON

Gasp!  I can’t believe you would lie to me like this!

PAULA

Brendon, I never lied to you.

BRENDON

Yes you did!  You’re sneaking around with other people and never told me!  That’s the same as lying.

PAULA

Would you just hear me out?

BRENDON

And what was he wearing if he didn’t have the suit on, Mom?

PAULA

Brendon.

BRENDON

Oh my god, I think I’m going to throw up.  What?  Did he just go home naked after he was done being naked all over you?

Brendon starts dry heaving.

PAULA

I didn’t lie to you, Brendon.  I just always happened to see him while you were at school, or soccer practice, or in the basement, and it just never came up.  You see, that’s not a lie, Brendon, it’s a misunderstanding in communication.

BRENDON

You are a tricky Mommy.  Now I know where I get it from.

PAULA

So you said the suit needs to be dry cleaned again?

BRENDON

Or burned.

PAULA

It’s that bad, huh?

BRENDON

Have you seen how much Jason sweats?  I think he has a problem.

PAULA

Alright, I’ll call Tony and tell him not to come.

BRENDON

No, bring Tony over, Mom, I want to meet Tony.  Heh.  Tony, my white whale.

PAULA

Brendon, what does that mean?

BRENDON

If you don’t get it, you don’t get it.

PAULA

No, I think I do get it and that’s why it worries me.  It makes me think you’re going to try to harpoon him with scissors or something.

BRENDON

Hey that’s a good idea, I was just going to pour a cup of coffee on his head.

FADE TO BLACK.

Continue to: “Moby McGuirk” – Scene 6

“Home Movies” Spec Script – “Moby McGuirk” – Scene 4

(Original picture source: Adult Swim)

EXT. SOCCER FIELD – DAY

Brendon walks to the bench.  Coach McGuirk is sitting on the bench, resting his laptop on a soccer ball.  He is still writing.  He clearly hasn’t slept.

BRENDON

Coach?

COACH MCGUIRK

For art thou – what Brendon?!  Don’t interrupt me!

BRENDON

What are you doing?

COACH MCGUIRK

What does it look like?  I’m writing!  Never interrupt a writer, Brendon.

BRENDON

Why?

COACH MCGUIRK

What?  Do you just walk up to a firefighter and say, ‘hey, why are you putting out that burning building?’

BRENDON

No.

COACH MCGUIRK

That’s right, no.  They stop to answer your little feeble-minded question, and in the mean time, people burn alive.  You want that on your hands?

BRENDON

No.

COACH MCGUIRK

Well, the burning building is my mind, Brendon.  Every second you waste yakking, it gets hotter and hotter.

BRENDON

What happened to marinating those idea pearls?

COACH MCGUIRK

Oh, get off your high horse, Brendon.  It’s not a good look for you.

BRENDON

Where does that cable go?

Brendon points to the extension cord attached to McGuirk’s laptop, which extends out of frame.

COACH MCGUIRK

Don’t worry about it and don’t bug me, I have three hours hours to finish this chapter.  Do you have any idea how long it takes to write?  I’ve been at it for fifteen hours and I’m barely at four and a half pages.

Brendon looks over Coach McGuirk’s shoulder.

BRENDON

Are you copying Moby Dick?

COACH MCGUIRK

Not anymore.  The book was just a jumping point, but I’ve reached a new plane and the ideas are excreting out of me faster than ever.

BRENDON

Reading is hard, too, huh?

COACH MCGUIRK

I couldn’t stomach another word of that garbage.

Coach McGuirk throws the book as hard as he can over the bleachers.

MELISSA

Ow!

Melissa walks into frame carrying the book.

MELISSA

Who threw this?  Was it you Brendon?

BRENDON

No, it wasn’t me, it was, uh, the wind.  Blew it right over there.

MELISSA

It’s not even windy, Brendon.

BRENDON

Oh, it was, just a moment ago.

MELISSA

Well now I don’t remember because I was just hit in the head by Moby Dick.

Melissa trips on the extension cord and falls down.

MELISSA

Ow!  What the?

Melissa stands up.

MELISSA

Coach this wire is a safety hazard.

COACH MCGUIRK

No it’s not.

MELISSA

Yes it is, I just tripped on it, it’s a hazard of safety.

COACH MCGUIRK

Well now you know it’s there and you won’t trip again.

MELISSA

No!  First I get hit with a Dick!

COACH MCGUIRK

Could you change the wording, please?

MELISSA

Then I trip on your computer wire.  This isn’t okay, I’m about to call Mr. Lynch over here.  Mr. Lynch!

COACH MCGUIRK

Okay, okay, Melissa.  Technically, I’m not allowed to have my laptop on the field.  But technically, girls aren’t allowed to play on the soccer team and I allow you to play any way.

MELISSA

Is that true?

COACH MCGUIRK

No.  But if it were, wouldn’t you appreciate me for that?

MELISSA

Yeah.

COACH MCGUIRK

Well there you go.  And technically, I threw the book that hit you in the head.  Hehe.

MELISSA

What?  Brendon you knew about this?  And you lied to me?

BRENDON

What?  No?

MELISSA

Why would you lie about something so trivial?

BRENDON

No I didn’t lie!  It was simply a misjudgment.  I had my back turned and I didn’t see it.  I really did think it was the wind.

MELISSA

Well you’d have to be pretty stupid to think that, it’s a really heavy book.

BRENDON

Okay, Melissa, I admit I am very stupid.

MELISSA

Well that’s true.  Okay I have to go.

Melissa exits frame.

COACH MCGUIRK

Wow, Brendon that was incredible.

BRENDON

What was?

COACH MCGUIRK

A female catches you in a lie and you dodge claiming stupidity.  Haha.  To think, fifty years of lying to women and I’m still learning new tricks.

BRENDON

So what are you writing about?

COACH MCGUIRK

James Bond, well it started out like Moby Dick, but Double Agent John McGuirk is way too cool to be stuck on some whaling boat sausage fest.

FADE TO BLACK.

Continue to: “Moby McGuirk” – Scene 5