BEING JOHN MALKOVICH
A Screenplay by Charlie Kaufman
INT. CHEERLESS ROOM - DAY
The room is bare, dusty. A ceiling fan turns. The
wall clock ticks. Craig, 30 years old and small, sits at a
collapsible card table. The only item on the table is a book.
Craig picks it up, looks at the jacket. It's entitled "Sit."
Craig opens the book. It reads: "sit sit sit sit sit..." over and
over, page after page. Craig closes the book. He begins to
stand, but thinks better of it, sighs. He looks at the book
again. It is now entitled "Die." He opens it up. "die die die
die die..." A rooster crows.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BEDROOM - MORNING
Craig jolts awake. A rooster stands on Craig's
chest, crowing. Lotte, also 30, in the middle of dressing for
work, hurries in and pulls the bird from Craig's chest.
LOTTE
Sorry, hon. I didn't know Orrin Hatch was out of his pen. Good morning.
Lotte leans down and kisses Craig on the forehead.
CRAIG
Morning.
LOTTE
Gotta run. Shipment of grub worms coming in
first thing.
CRAIG
Enjoy.
LOTTE
Craig, listen, honey, I've been thinking...
maybe you'd feel better if you got, you know, a job or
something.
CRAIG
We've been over this. Nobody's looking for a
puppeteer in today's wintry economic climate.
LOTTE
Well, you know, maybe something else until
this whole puppet thing turns around.
CRAIG
(bitterly)
The Great Mantini doesn't need a day job.
LOTTE
(sighs)
Craig, everyone can't be Derek Mantini.
(beat)
Well, grub worms are waiting. Do me a favor?
CRAIG
What?
LOTTE
Would you check in on Elijah? He seems to be
a little under the weather this morning.
CRAIG
Which one is Elijah again?
LOTTE
The monkey.
CRAIG
Yeah. Okay.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE' S GARAGE - MORNING
The place is a mess. Vivaldi blasts through cheap
speakers. A small marionette stage stands in the back of the
garage. The stage is lit and on it is a finely sculpted puppet
version of Craig. The "Craig" puppet paces back and forth,
wringing its hands with incredible subtlety. We see Craig, above
and behind the stage. He is manipulating the puppet. His fingers
move fast and furious. The puppet breaks into a dance, a
beautiful and intricate balletic piece. Soon the puppet is
leaping and tumbling through space, moves that one would think
impossible for a marionette. Sweat appears on the real Craig’s
brow. His fingers move like lightning. The puppet moves faster
and faster. Sweat appears on the puppet's brow. We see that the
sweat is being piped from a special device that the real Craig
controls. The Craig puppet collapses on the floor of the stage.
It puts its hands up to its face and weeps. Craig hangs the
puppet, and comes down around the front of the stage. He is
heaving. He switches off the music, picks up a beer and takes a
swig.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
The room is filled with penned and unpenned animals
of all kinds: snakes, lizards, birds, a dog, cats, etc. Craig
sits on the couch and looks at the want ads, the TV is on in the
background. Elijah, the monkey, sits next to Craig holding his
stomach and moaning weakly. On the TV, Derek Mantini is working
a 60 foot high marionette from the top of a water tower. The
assembled crowd is enthralled.
TV ANNOUNCER
The crowd is enthralled as Derek Mantini,
arguably the greatest puppeteer in the history of the
world, performs "The Belle of Amherst" with his 60 foot
Emily Dickinson puppet, directed by the inimitable Charles
Nelson Reilly.
Charles Nelson Reilly floats by in a hot air
balloon.
CHARLES NELSON REILLY
Beautiful, beautiful! Nyong-nyong.
CRAIG
Gimmicky bastard.
Craig switches off the TV. He comes across an ad
for a female puppeteer to teach at a girls school. Craig rubs
his chin in thought, then stands with great determination.
MUSIC IN: TRIUMPHANT
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BEDROOM - DAY
Craig searches through Lotte's closet, looking for
the right dress.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BATHROOM - DAY
Craig waxes his body, shaves his face.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BEDROOM - DAY
Craig paints his nails while he chats on the phone.
Craig pulls stockings and underwear from Lotte's drawer. Craig
picks a wig from a mannequin head on Lotte's dressing table.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Craig, at the sewing machine, is sewing padding to
go onto his chest and around his hips.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BATHROOM - DAY
Craig applies make up in the bathroom mirror.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BEDROOM - DAY
Craig, now looking very much like a woman, admires
himself in the full length mirror.
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EXT. STREET - DAY
Craig hails a taxi in his get-up. Men on the street
turn and leer at him.
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INT. HEADMISTRESS’S OFFICE - DAY
Craig and the headmistress chat over tea. Craig is
quite animated and charming. The admiring headmistress smiles
and nods her head in approval.
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INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
Craig instructs a class of uniformed girls. He
draws complex diagrams of puppets on the blackboard. The
students are transfixed, except for one troubled girl who eyes
Craig sullenly from the back of the room as she plays with a
switchblade.
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INT. THEATER - DAY
Craig guides the hands of the troubled teenage
girl, who is trying to manipulate a marionette. The girl looks
up at Craig. Her tough facade crumbles and she smiles. Craig
smiles back.
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EXT. SCHOOL GROUNDS - DAY
The girls carry Craig on their shoulders. Everyone
is joyous.
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EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
Craig leads the girls in a bike race. Everyone is
laughing and screaming. One of the girls notices that Craig is
riding a man's bike.
MUSIC OUT.
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INT. JAIL CELL - NIGHT
Craig sits in a holding cell with several other
men. He is still in the dress, but the wig is in his lap and the
make-up is smeared off. Lotte appears with a cop outside Craig's
cell. The door is opened, and Craig, Lotte, and the cop head
down the hall.
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INT. CAR - NIGHT
Lotte drives. Craig looks out the window. Both
are silent.
LOTTE
(finally)
Is the trial date set?
CRAIG
May 11th.
More silence.
LOTTE
Why'd you do it, Craig?
CRAIG
I'm a puppeteer.
They drive in silence.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING
Craig sits on the couch in his bathrobe and studies
the want ads. He sees an ad for a company called "WOMYN-TEERS",
looking for "an African-American, Lesbian Separatist Puppeteer
for Community Outreach." Craig rubs his chin in thought, stands
with determination.
MUSIC IN: SAME AS BEFORE.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BATHROOM - MORNING
Craig applies a dark pancake make-up to his face.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BEDROOM - MORNING
Craig pulls an afro-style wig off a mannequin head on Lotte's dressing table.
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EXT. STREET - MORNING
Craig, now made up to look like a black, lesbian separatist, hails a cab. Women look at him longingly.
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INT. CAR - NIGHT
Craig, dressed as the black lesbian and beaten to a pulp. sits in the passenger seat. Lotte drives.
LOTTE
(finally)
Why, Craig. why?
CRAIG
(through fat lip)
I... puppeteeh.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Craig reads the paper. He comes across an ad: "Female puppeteer wanted for nudist colony marionette staging of 'Oh, Calcutta!'" Craig rubs his chin.
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INT. CAR - NIGHT
Craig sits in the passenger seat. He is made up as a woman and wears a full-body rubber "naked woman" suit. Lotte drives.
LOTTE
(finally)
You know, maybe you should speak to someone about this.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE' S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Craig sees a personal ad: "Male puppeteer looking for attractive female puppeteer for friendship, travel, and much much more." Craig rubs his chin, then thinks better of it and sighs. He finds a want ad calling for a “short-statured file clerk with unusually nimble and dexterous fingers needed for speed filing." Craig writes down the address.
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INT. OFFICE BUILDING LOBBY - DAY
Craig. in sport coat and tie, studies the business listings board. He finds LesterCorp, and sees that it is located on floor 7 1/2. Craig presses the elevator button and waits. Another man comes and waits next to him. The doors open, and Craig and the other man get in.
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INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS
The other man presses "9." Craig studies the buttons. There is no "7 1/2."
MAN #1
Seven and a half, right?
CRAIG
Uh. yeah.
MAN #1
I'll take you through it.
The man picks up a crowbar leaning in the corner. He watches the floor numbers light up in succession. After "7" and before "8", the man hits the emergency stop button. The elevator slams to a halt. The man pries open the doors with the crowbar. Revealed is a standard office building hallway, except that from floor to ceiling it is only about four feet high. Everything is scaled down accordingly. The number on the wall across from the elevator is 7 1/2.
MAN #1
Seven and a half.
CRAIG
Thank you.
Craig climbs out onto the 7 1/2 floor.
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INT. SEVEN AND A HALF FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
Craig, hunched-over, makes his way down the hallway looking for LesterCorp. He passes a hunched-over man walking in the other direction. They nod to each other. Craig finds a door marked "LesterCorp - Meeting America's Filing Needs Since 1922." He enters.
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INT. LESTERCORP RECEPTION AREA - CONTINUOUS
All furniture is scaled down to fit into this low-ceilinged space. A few other short men sit reading tiny magazines. Craig approaches Floris, the receptionist.
FLORIS
Welcome to LesterCorp. May we meet your filing needs?
CRAIG
No, uh, my name is Craig Schwartz. I have an interview with Mr. Lester.
FLORIS
Please have a seat, Mr. Juarez...
CRAIG
Schwartz.
FLORIS
Pardon?
CRAIG
Schwartz.
FLORIS
I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have no idea what you're saying right now.
CRAIG
My name is Schwartz.
FLORIS
Money, Miss Warts?
CRAIG
Forget it.
Craig takes a seat next to the other applicants.
FLORIS
(calling across the room)
Fork ah did?
The intercom buzzes. Floris picks it up.
FLORIS
(to Craig)
Mr. Juarez?
CRAIG
Yes?
FLORIS
Yex?
CRAIG
I said "yes."
FLORIS
You suggest what? I have no time for piddling suggestions from mumbling job applicants, my good man. Besides, Dr. Lester will see you now. I think that's what he said.
Craig stands, opens Lester's door, and enters.
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INT. LESTER'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Craig enters. Lester, a giant of an old man, sits hunched behind his tiny desk.
LESTER
Come in, Mr. Juarez. I'd stand, but, well, you know.
CRAIG
(extending his hand)
Actually, my name is Craig Schwartz, Dr. Lester.
Lester flips an intercom switch.
LESTER
Security.
CRAIG
No, it's okay, sir. Just a mixup with your secretary.
LESTER
She's not my secretary. She's what they call an executive liaison, and I'm not banging her, if that's what you’re implying.
CRAIG
Not at all, Dr. Lester. I simply misspoke.
LESTER
Tell me, Dr. Schwartz, what do you feel you can bring to LesterCorp?
CRAIG
Well, sir, I'm an excellent filer.
LESTER
(crafty)
You think so, eh? Which comes first, L or... Glooph?
CRAIG
Glooph is not a letter, sir.
LESTER
Damn, you are good. I tried to trick you. Okay, put these in order.
Lester hands Craig a bunch of index cards. Craig orders them with amazing speed and dexterity. Lester watches, eyes wide.
LESTER (CONT'D)
(flips intercom switch)
Floris, get Guinness on the phone.
FLORIS (O.S.)
Gehginnis ondah foam?
LESTER
Forget it.
FLORIS (CONT'D)
Fork ah did?
LESTER
(flips off switch)
Fine woman, Floris. I don't know how she puts up with this damn speech impediment of mine.
CRAIG
You don't have a speech impediment, Dr. Lester.
LESTER
Flattery will get you everywhere, my boy. But I'm afraid I have to trust Floris on this one. You see, she has her doctorate in speech impedimentology from Case Western. Perhaps you've read her memoirs, "I can't understand a word any of you are saying."
CRAIG
No.
LESTER
Pity, it tells it like it is. That's why the eastern, read Jewish, publishing establishment won't touchit. That's a quote from the book jacket. George Will, I think.
(beat)
I apologize if you can't understand a word I'm saying, Dr. Schwartz.
CRAIG
No. I understand perfectly.
LESTER
(choking up)
Thank you for being kind enough to lie. You see, I've been very lonely in my isolated tower of indecipherable speech. You're hired. Any questions?
CRAIG
Just one. Why is this floor so short?
LESTER
Low overhead, m'boy. We pass the savings on to you.
(laughs heartily)
But seriously, that's all covered in orientation.
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INT. ORIENTATION ROOM - DAY
It's a small screening room with red velvet seats. There are a few people scattered about the squat theater. Craig is among them. He looks around the room and his eyes rest momentarily on Maxine. She is in her late 20's with close cropped black hair. Her eyes are opaque, her face expressionless, her countenance trance-like. She glances over at Craig, then turns back to the screen. The lights dim. A projector whirs and the screen is illuminated.
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EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
We tilt up the building.
MUSIC: Perky Industrial Film Music.
TITLE: The 7 1/2 Floor
NARRATOR (0.S.)
Welcome to the 7 1/2 floor of the Mertin-Flemmer building. As you will now be spending your work day here, it is important that you learn a bit about the history of this famous floor.
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INT. 7 1/2 FLOOR - DAY
Don and Wendy, two office workers, crouch in the hall and chat. Both hold cups of coffee.
WENDY
Hello, Don.
DON
Hello. Wendy.
WENDY
Don, I was wondering, do you know why our workplace has such low ceilings?
DON
It's an interesting story, Wendy. Many years ago in the late 1800's, James Mertin, an Irish ship captain looking to invest in the future of our great country, came to this town and decided to erect an office building.
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OLD FOOTAGE OF CONSTRUCTION CREW WORKING.
DON (CONT'D) (V.0.)
He would call this building the Mertin-Flemmer Building, after himself and someone else, who, local legend has it, was named Flemmer.
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INT. 19TH CENTURY OFFICE - DAY
An actor playing Mertin sits at a desk and writes with aquill. He appears very stern and has mutton chop sideburns.
DON (CONT'D) (V.0.)
One day. Captain Mertin received an unexpected visitor.
There is a knock at the door.
MERTIN
Enter ye, if ye dare enter.
A tiny woman enters.
TINY WOMAN
Captain Mertin?
MERTIN
What want ye, girl child?
TINY WOMAN
I am not a child, Captain Mertin, but rather an adult lady of miniature proportions.
MERTIN
(taken aback)
I see. Well, it is not my fault that thou art tiny. So if it is charity yer after, then be gone with ye, ye foul demon.
TINY WOMAN
I am not asking for alms, but rather the ear of a kind man with a noble heart.
MERTIN
(sighs)
Aye. Speak then if ye must.
TINY WOMAN
Captain Mertin, surely I am a God-fearing Christian woman like yourself, but alas, I am afraid that the world was not built with me in mind. Door knobs are too high, chairs are unwieldy, hjgh-ceilinged rooms mock my stature. Nor am I a married lady, Captain. after all, who would marry a person of my dimuntiveness? So I am forced to work for my few pennies a week as an optometrist. Why cannot there be a place for me to work safe and comfortable?
Mertin wipes a tear from his eye.
MERTIN
Woman, your story moves me like no other. Me own sister was tiny and then died. Therefore, I shall make ye me wife. And I shall build a floor in my building, between the 7th and 8th, which will be scaled down, so from now on there shall be at least one place on God's green Earth that you and your accursed kind can live in peace...
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. HALLWAY 7 1/2 FLOOR - DAY
Don And Wendy crouch and talk.
DON
So that's the story of 7 1/2. Since the rents are considerably lower, this floor has been adopted by businesses which for one reason or another are forced to cut corners. After all... the overhead is low! Ha ha ha!
WENDY
Ha ha ha!
TITLE: The End
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INT. ORIENTATION ROOM - DAY
The screen goes dark. The lights go up. Craig looks over at Maxine. She stands and walks past him.
CRAIG
Moving story.
MAXINE
Yes. Unfortunately it's bullshit. The real story of 7 1/2 is so evil that it could never be revealed to Americans raised on sitcoms and happy news anchors.
CRAIG
Is that true?
MAXINE
Well, truth is for suckers, isn't it?.
CRAIG
Listen. I'm Craig Schwartz, just starting out at LesterCorp.
MAXINE
How dreary - to be - Somebody / How public - like a Frog / To tell one's name - the livelong June / To an admiring Bog!
CRAIG
(proudly)
Emily Dickinson.
MAXINE
I wouldn't know.
Maxine walks away.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE' S KITCHEN - NIGHT
Lotte chops onions. A parrot sits on her head. Craig stirs a pot on the stove. A monkey leaps from the top of the cabinet to the top of the refrigerator to the kitchen table. A dog watches the monkey and barks at it.
PARROT
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
CRAIG
Shut up!
LOTTE
(to Craig)
Sorry, honey.
The dog continues to bark.
PARROT
Sorry honey. Sorry honey.
An offscreen neighbor pounds the wall.
NEIGHBOR (0.S.)
Shut up!
LOTTE
(yelling)
Sorry!
Lotte grabs the parrot off her head and leaves the room.
PARROT (0.S.)
Help! She's locking me in a cage!
Lotte reenters.
LOTTE
Isn't that cute? I just taught her that.
CRAIG
Adorable. What time are they supposed to be here?
LOTTE
Seven-ish
CRAIG
We have to make it an early night.
LOTTE
They'll understand. Besides I've got a morning appointment tomorrow with Elijah's shrink. We're getting to the bottom of this acid stomach.
CRAIG
(not paying attention)
Hmmm.
LOTTE
Some sort of childhood trauma, she thinks. Possible feelings of inadequacy as a chimp. Interesting, huh?
CRAIG
Hmmm.
The doorbell rings. The dog barks. The parrot screams. The neighbor pounds on the wall.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The dining room table is set up. Craig and Lotte and their friends Peter and Gloria are seated and eating dinner. There is an obvious lull in the conversation.
PETER
Good food, Lotte.
LOTTE
Thanks. Craig helped, too, by the way.
PETER
Vegetarian, right?
LOTTE
Yes. All vegetable. all the time.
PETER
Amazing.
There is another lull. Everyone eats.
PETER (CONT'D)
No kidding about that 7 1/2 floor. Craig?
CRAIG
No kidding, Peter.
GLORIA
That's great. It almost sounds like make-believe.
(beat)
Like a storybook.
(beat)
like a fairy tale.
(beat)
It's really great.
(beat)
So Lotte, when you say all vegetable, do you mean all vegetable entire1y?
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INT. PETER AND GLORIA'S CAR - NIGHT
Gloria and Peter drive in silence.
GLORIA
Lotte told me that Eskimos have a lot of words for snow.
PETER
How many?
GLORIA
Ten, I think.
PETER
I wonder why so many.
GLORIA
Because they have a lot of snow. Isn't that interesting?
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
Craig washes the dishes. Lotte dries them. They don’t look at each other.
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INT. LESTERCORP FILE ROOM - MORNING
Craig. in a cream colored suit, pours over the file cabinets. Floris watches from the doorway.
FLORIS
You're good.
Craig turns.
CRAIG
(over-enunciating)
Thank you, Floris.
Floris shrugs, shakes her head.
FLORIS
You're not like the other boys we've had here. Granted, I can't understand what you're saying either, but your soft palette resonates tremendously well and you never ever constrict your epiglottis.
CRAIG
I am a trained performer.
FLORIS
(swooning)
Music to my ears! Whatever you said. Speak, speak, speak, my magnificent friend, speak!
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INT. HALLWAY 7 1/2 FLOOR - DAY
Craig pours himself a cup of coffee. Maxine approaches with an empty cup.
CRAIG
Hello again.
Craig fills her cup.
MAXINE
Yes, well...
CRAIG
You know, I've been thinking about what you said yesterday, about the orientation film being a cover-up. I think you're on to something.
MAXINE
And fifty other lines to get into a girl's pants.
CRAIG
No, really.
MAXINE
You know, if you ever got me, you wouldn't have a clue what to do with me. That's the thing, Romeo.
Maxine walks away.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S GARAGE - NIGHT
Craig is at his workbench, painting the finishing touches on a new puppet. It is beautiful. It is Maxine. Lotte watches quietly from the door. A Lotte puppet hangs from a hook, tangled and dusty.
LOTTE
New puppet?
Craig is surprised, caught.
CRAIG
Yeah, just an idea I had.
LOTTE
She's very beautiful.
CRAIG
(shrugging)
Just an idea I had.
Craig hangs the puppet, stands, and switches off the light.
CRAIG (CONT'D)
C'mon, let's go to bed.
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INT. CRAIG AND LOTTE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
The room is dark. Lotte snores lightly. Craig lies there with his eyes open. Quietly, he gets up and leaves the bedroom. Lotte watches him go.
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INT. GARAGE - NIGHT
Craig stands above the puppet stage. He is working both the Craig puppet and the Maxine puppet at the same time. The two perform a beautiful and graceful pas de deux. They finish in a passionate embrace.
CRAIG
(quietly)
I would too know what to do with you.
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INT. FILE ROOM - MORNING
Craig files. Floris watches him from the doorway. Dr. Lester watches Floris from behind a cabinet.
FLORIS
Oh, what magic those fingers could work on the right “cabinet.”
(strokes Craig's neck)
Alphabetize me, baby. And don't forget, I comes before U.
Floris laughs long and hard. Too long and too hard.