Listen to the horse…
CURTAIN UP
INT. BOARD ROOM – DAY – 1956
Several MEN IN SUITS (50’s and 60’s) sit at a table. They chain smoke cigarettes as if they think cigarettes are good for you.
Come to think of it, they probably do think that.
A WRITER (40’s) enters and sits down.
GREY SUIT: Here. Have a cigarette.
WRITER (lighting his own cigarette): No thanks, I brought my own.
BLACK SUIT: I like the cut of this guy’s jib.
GREY SUIT: So we’re looking for something no one has ever seen before. Something that will shock America and make the housewives go: “Heavens to Betsy!”
BLACK SUIT: What do you have?
The writer takes a long drag and then smiles.
WRITER: A horse…
The Writer exhales his smoke. The Suits hang on his every word.
WRITER: That can talk.
The Suits blink rapidly. They’re programming is overloaded.
BLACK SUIT: A horse……
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