Alfred Hitchcock

FADE IN
 
 EXT. LONDON STREET - DAY
 
 From high above the bustling city, the foreboding calm of a breezy Alfred Hitchcock day 
 looms. Slowly approaching street level, the sights and sounds of a busy, bright London day 
 fill the eyes and ears.
 
 At length, a lone sheet of paper - an Uncyclopedia article about a great English suspense 
 film maker - flaps in the breeze, stuck temporarily in the damp gutter.
 
 Presently, the wind carries the article away. It slaps at the face of a busy London commuter 
 as he tries in vain to hail a taxi. He bats at the article in frustration and it flies away.
 
 COMMUTER
 Taxi!
 
 He checks his watch.
 
 A young lad tugs at his coat. The man impatiently brushes him away - but the lad is persistant.
 
 COMMUTER
 What is it, boy? I'm late for a meeting!
 
 LAD
 Please sir. I wondered if you have seen an article flying past in this wind.
 
 COMMUTER
 A what?
 
 LAD
 An article sir. About a great English suspense film maker.
 
 COMMUTER
 What are you talking about, young man? I haven't seen anything at all. I'm trying to find 
 a ride downtown.
 
 LAD
 Sorry to bother you sir.
 
 At long last, a taxi approaches and stops for the man. The driver is a portly but stately man 
 with a grey balding head and the jowls of a bulldog.
 
 But then, from around the corner of a nearby brick building, the barrel of a gun emerges. Just 
 as the man is opening the taxi door, a shot rings out, and the commuter doubles over, 
 clutching at his gut. He slowly collapses. The shrieks of women resound, and then all fades to 
 black.
 
 
 INT. OFFICE CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
 
 In the conference room of a high-rise London office building, a group of uptight businessmen 
 in grey suits are embroiled in the cacophony of a heated discussion.
 
 Finally the conference chairman claps loudly to quiet them all down. He is a tall, unassuming 
 with an endearing drawl and a kindly air.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. We are accomplishing nothing with all this arguing. Please. 
 We are here to write this article, and, and, and, that's just what we're gonna do. And all
 of this unfocused bickering will get us nowhere.
 
 CHARLIE
 Mr. Chairman, if I may.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 With all due respect, Charlie, I'd like to get things under control first. I mean... w-w-w-
 what is this? Listen, now. We're gonna write this article on Alfred Hitchcock for this, 
 this, encyclopedia thing, and that's that. You hear me, gentlemen? 
 
 The men all nod and murmur agreement.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 So, what do we know about this... Hitchcock fella?
 
 Gregory, a proper English businessman, picks up the article from the table top.
 
 GREGORY
 Well, so far, Mr. Chairman, I've got - quote - In Alfred Hitchcock we have cinema's 
 greatest auteur in the suspense genre.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 Well, now, see, Gregory, that's good. That's real good. That's a good start.
 
 CHARLIE
 Mr. Chairman, I'd also like to share an idea I have that will really make a difference to
 this project.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 Go ahead there, Charlie.
 
 CHARLIE
 Thank you, sir. You see, it has been well documented that Mr. Hitchcock strongly felt that
 his best finished product was always the screenplay. In fact, he has been quoted as saying
 that as much as forty percent of his overall vision is always lost in the translation from
 page to film. This, ironically, is despite his widely acknowledged important contributions
 to the visual language of cinema, at least within his genre if not even wider.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 Certainly, Charlie. So what is your idea?
 
 CHARLIE
 Well, in honor of this notion, I think it would be a fitting tribute to present the article
 as an actual bare-bones screenplay. The man himself would have been pleased, I
 should think.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 Interesting.
 
 CHARLIE
 No frills, no pitiful attempts at mimicking his visual mastery with that do no
 justice to his vision. See? If you read Hitchcock's final drafts, the flowery descriptions
 often almost outdo the actual shots. I think it would be appropriate for us to do likewise,
 limiting our visuals to the same sort of flowery descriptions.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 It's intriguing. But our forum is a satire encyclopedia that, especially in the main space, 
 prides itself on its visual presentation. Would such an approach then not be more suited to
 the UnScripts section then?
 
 HARVEY
 Well, sir, I think in this case, UnScripts is not the appropriate space. This is at heart
 an article, not a script. It's an article that is paying tribute to the man by looking like
 a script. But UnScripts are directed more toward an actual ostensible show, while this is
 a simple self-aware device in the context of an article.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 That's a good point, there, Harvey. And what about that self-awareness?
 
 HARVEY
 Certainly a cheeky self-awareness is a hallmark of Hitchcock's work. The fact that he takes
 a cameo role in every film himself calls for a meta-level appreciation that smacks of such
 cheeky self-awareness.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 So we don't feel it would be more appropriate in a satire article to simply poke fun at 
 him? There's so much material there, you know. His well-known hatred for actors? Didn't he
 call them cattle? That's a two cows joke just waiting to happen.
 
 CHARLIE
 Such satire articles are fine and have their place, but there are endless examples of them
 at all levels of quality. We thought we'd do something that might be more clever or
 interesting. Maybe not as funny, per se, but comedy doesn't always have to skewer.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 That's fine then.
 
 GREGORY
 The fact is, he maintained that Psycho is at heart a comedy - did you laugh when you
 watched it?
 
 CHAIRMAN
 Well, now that you mention it, I suppose I did. So this is all good. But there is one last
 thing, gentlemen. It is important that we give our article a classic Hitchcock twist 
 ending. How do we do that?
 
 The room falls silent. Gregory looks at the article in thought. He approaches an open window.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 Be careful with that paper there, Gregory. Don't get too close to that-
 
 A gust of wind blows in and snatches the paper from Gregory's hands and it flies out the 
 window. The men leap to their feet.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 Gregory! The article!
 
 Gregory leans out the window and calls to the street below.
 
 GREGORY
 Hey! You there! Young lad! Yes, you! Do us a favor and don't let that paper get away! Chase
 it down, boy! Yes, that's a good lad!
 
 The Chairman collapses back into his chair and trembles nervously.
 
 
 INT. CHAIRMAN'S OFFICE - DAY
 
 The Chairman's secretary, Maggie, is busy sorting through to-do papers opposite the Chairman,
 who sits at his desk, nervously smoking.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 I don't get it, Maggie. Why would Gregory, a good conscientious businessman, allow such a
 thing to happen? What would possess him to stand so close to the window? I'm telling you,
 Maggie, there's something fishy about this.
 
 MAGGIE
 Don't fret yourself about it so, Mr. Chairman. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable
 explanation.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 This shouldn't have happened, Maggie. I just don't get it. Now what am I gonna do?
 
 MAGGIE
 You'll figure it out, sir. You always do.
 
 CHAIRMAN
 This has got me bugged, Maggie. Bugged, I tell you.
 
 
 EXT. LONDON STREET - DAY
 
 The chalk outline of the murdered commuter is all that remains to tell the story of his 
 demise. Police tape surrounds the taxi and a police investigator observes the scene with a 
 police sergeant. Presently, a police officer brings the young lad to the sergeant. The officer 
 carries the tell-tale article.
 
 SERGEANT
 This is the boy?
 
 OFFICER
 Yes, sergeant. This is the lad that witnesses say was the last person to contact the victim.
 
 SERGEANT
 And that?
 
 OFFICER
 He was carrying it when we caught him.
 
 The officer gives the paper to the sergeant.
 
 SERGEANT
 Take the boy in for questioning. Detective?
 
 INVESTIGATOR
 It's a tough one. No motive, no murder weapon. A boy with no known connection. And that. 
 Let me see that. what is it?
 
 SERGEANT
 Well, it appears to be an article, sir. About an acclaimed English suspense film maker.
 
 INVESTIGATOR
 Suspense, eh? I don't think I like the sound of that.
 
 SERGEANT
 That's not the worst of it. It's written as a screenplay. Like it might be one of his 
 films.
 
 INVESTIGATOR
 What's wrong with that?
 
 SERGEANT
 Well, it's depicting us, sir. Our very actions. Everything we're saying and doing right 
 now.
 
 INVESTIGATOR
 What? What is that? Is that something he was known for? That sort of mystical, eerie
 conundrum that defies reason?
 
 SERGEANT
 Perhaps not so much in his films, but his television show, certainly. I would suppose any
 article about him would be incomplete without a nod to that. Don't you think?
 
 INVESTIGATOR
 You're probably right, sergeant. Still, it is disturbing.
 
 SERGEANT
 It sure is, detective.
 
 The investigator shivers nervously, then turns his gaze to eye 
 directly. The scene slowly pulls away as the music swells. Up and away from the street until
 the top of a nearby building is reached. A black crow lights on the edge of the building. It
 observes the scene carefully, appearing to be deciding on a possible course of action.
 Finally, though, it shakes off the idea and flies away.
 
 FADE OUT
 
 
 THE END.
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