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} GAY BLADES
}
} a screenplay
}
} by the USENET Oracle
}
} ACT I
}
} SCENE 1
}
} Wide establishing shot of a dimly lit, empty ice rink, late at
} night. In a series of quick cuts we see: a shelf of rental
} skates; a cocoa machine; empty bleachers; a parked zamboni.
}
} SFX - a key in a lock, a rattling doorknob, creaking hinges, a
} slamming door.
}
} Enter TONYA HARDING. TONYA appears out of the shadows, walking
} past the rental skates and dropping a set of keys into her purse.
} She is dressed in a fur-lined leather coat over a skimpy,
} sequined ice-skating costume. A pair of ice skates is slung over
} her shoulder. She is unhappy.
}
} TONYA
}
} [Tentatively.]
}
} Nancy?
}
} There is no reply other than her own voice, echoing off the ice.
} TONYA glances around, steels herself, and sits down on a bench to
} tie on her skates. Rising, she steps away from the bench and
} glides onto the ice. To the strains of romantic music, she
} builds speed, whirling eyes-closed into a spin. The camera
} follows her, spinning with her. Music rises: _Ave Maria_.
} TONYA doesn't seem to notice; she simply moves, as if
} instictively, into a skating routine, graceful and sedate. The
} music progresses, rising to a crescendo, and TONYA finishes the
} routine, her eyes still closed. Opening them, she gasps.
}
} Cut to a shot from above and behind her. TONYA rises abruptly,
} and we see that she is looking at NANCY KERRIGAN, watching
} quietly from the edge of the rink.
}
} TONYA
}
} N- Nancy!
}
} [Pause. Then, more softly:]
}
} Nancy. It *is* you.
}
} NANCY
}
} Yes. I couldn't stay away.
}
} TONYA
}
} Are you-- I mean, is your--
}
} NANCY
}
} It's fine.
}
} [Looking down, and touching her heart.]
}
} It was never my leg that hurt, anyway.
}
} TONYA
}
} Nancy, please, let me--
}
} NANCY
}
} Tonya, stop. Look. I know. I know all about it.
} And--
}
} [Giggles a bit, tears in eyes.]
}
} --and believe it or not, I even understand. It was
} sweet of you! It really was... I--
}
} [Wipes eyes.]
}
} --I didn't know what was happening at first. You were
} gone, gone back to Jeff, and I was so lonely, and then
} the attack.
}
} [Looks up into TONYA'S eyes.]
}
} But I understand now. It was your last gift to me.
} Wasn't it? You wanted to give me one last thing, and so
} you gave me enough positive publicity to last me a
} lifetime. No matter what happens in Lillehammer now, I
} can't lose, can I? And I can still skate, too.
}
} TONYA
}
} [Looking at the ice, almost whispering.]
}
} It was the Oracle's idea.
}
} NANCY
}
} I thought it might have been. It has his... style.
} Subtle. But Tonya--
}
} [Weeping openly now.]
}
} Why did it have to end in the first place?
}
} ------------------------------------------------------------------------
}
} Well, there you have it, supplicant. For the rest of the story, of
} course, you're going to have to wait until the movie comes out early
} next winter. But this should be enough to answer your question: I
} wouldn't want to have sex with either Tonya _or_ Nancy; they both need
} time to heal right now.
}
} Besides, ice is COLD.
}
} You owe the Oracle the phone number of a good agent.
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