Maccaroni

Pre-Pitch

Mr. Goldshoe's very standard and non-personal room on the 28^th floor of an old people's nursing home on a very small island in the middle of a river, about 300m far from the mainland.

Mr. Goldshoe is 102 years old. His hands shake and his back is not so good but other than that he can't complain. The doctor says he's going to live to be 200.

Pitch

INT. GOLDSHOE'S ROOM – DAY

Mr. Goldshoe retires back into his room crowded by birthday balloons, streamers, confetti and noisemakers. He waves to the other partyguests he squeezes the door shut, kicking a balloon out of his way.

As he turns to his bedroom the smile runs from his face. He shuffles over to the desk while taking off his party hat. Placing it carefully on the desk he gazes over to his collection of photos. Nestled in the middle of the photos of his 70^th, 80^th and 90^th birthday parties at the nursing home is a photo of MARGOT, his wife, when she was young. She is beautiful and smiles coyly at the camera.

Lightly, Mr. Goldshoe touches the edge off the frame.

Grabbing a box of maccaroni from the desk and a bottle of white glue he scurries on his hands and knees out the window.

EXT. NURSING HOME - 28^th FLOOR LEDGE – DAY

MR. GOLDSHOE's POV

Mr. Goldshoe's hands flutter at an amazing speed as he glues pieces of maccaroni to a giant maccaroni structure. On his ring finger he wears a wedding band. On his pinky he wears the matching, female band.

ON SCENE

Mr. Goldshoe continues his backbreaking work glueing the pieces onto the structure. It is a ski-jump poised for a launch over the torrent river below.

INT. GOLDSHOE'S ROOM – DAY

Mr. Goldshoe inspects himself carefully in his mirror. He wears a navy suit and formal bow-tie. He plucks the flowers from the vase on his shelf and turns nervously towards the window. His movements are restricted by the plywood skiis he has attached to his feet.

EXT. NURSING HOME - 28^th FLOOR LEDGE – DAY

At the top of the ski-jump Mr. Goldshoe is waiting with anticipation in position. His face is tense with nerves. He has a brief look around and checks his skiis. He's full of concentration. With one deep breath he lunges himself down the ramp.

His small form gathers speed with surprising ease. Mr. Goldshoes' teeth are clenched with fright and determination. The end of the jump approaces and he becomes airborne. His form is perfect.

Relieved his face changes from distress to delight. His eyes are fixed tight forwards but his gaze is glazed with anticipation. A tear is sweeped from his eye by the wind.

EXT. IN AIR – DAY

Mr. Goldshoe speeds through the clouds. As he begins his decent he checks that the flowers are pert and fluffed up to perfection and smooths his hair.

MR. GOLDSHOE'S POV:

The cemetary appears in a clearing of white fluff an approaches rapidly.

EXT. CEMETARY – DAY

Mr. Goldshoe is 60 years younger and shares a stone bench with Margot. He takes her hand and they sit in silence, both contented. Suddenly Mr. Goldshoe realises he hasn't given her the flowers and reaches down to grab them.

They're on the ground, behind the tombstone the couple are sitting on, still clutched in the hand of his dead & squished old man's body. He prys the corpse's hand open and snatches the flowers, presenting them to his wife. She blushes and recieves the flowers with glee.

-END-

The moral of this story is that true love never dies.