DEJA VU, DESCENDING

 

              FADE IN:

 

              INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

 

              Close-up on a battered TV, the kind you might find in an

              Archie Bunker episode. On the screen is a newscaster.

 

                                  NEWSCASTER

                        Blah, blah, blah-blah, blah, blah-

                        blah-blah, blah...

 

              There's a short burst of static, and the TV is now tuned to

              a soap opera. A man and a woman are face-to-face, as if about

              to kiss.

 

                                  WOMAN

                        Blah, blah-blah, blah, blah!

 

                                  MAN

                        Blah, blah?

 

                                  WOMAN

                        BLAH!

 

                                  MAN

                        Blah, blah. Blah-blah, blah.

 

                                  WOMAN

                        Blah?

 

                                  MAN

                        Blah-blah.

 

              They kiss, long and deep.

 

              A chubby hand appears, holding and pointing a remote at the

              TV screen. The chubby thumb presses a chubby button, and

              there's another short burst as the TV changes station again.

 

              A reality cop show this time. Two cops are holding down a

              prisoner. The prisoner has his face smudged out.

 

                                  COP #1

                        Blah, blah, blah-blah! Blah! Blah!

 

                                  PRISONER

                        Blah, blah - <edited out bleep>

                        <edited out bleep> - blah -

                        <bleep> - blah, blah!

 

                                  COP #2

                        BLAH! BLAH!



                                  PRISONER

                        <bleep> <bleep> <bleep>!

 

              The chubby hand appears again, with the remote. Another press

              of the button. More static. A talk show this time. The talk

              show host looks surprisingly like Maury Povich. There are two

              guests, both crying.

 

                                  TALK SHOW HOST

                        Blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah. Blah.

 

                                  GUEST #1

                        Blah, blah! Blah!

 

              The chubby hand appears again and presses the "off" button.

              The TV screen EXPLODES out in a shower of glass and sparks.

 

              Sitting on a ratty recliner is a chubby, balding man. He's

              wearing a greasy t-shirt with the word "GOD" in big, bold,

              black letters.

 

                                  CHUBBY

                        Blah.

 

                                                                 FADE OUT