Scene proposal - Gaby (excuse the spelling and grammar and weird language stuff :P)

ACT I

Scene 1

After being dumped by high school sweetheart
during the Breakup Cruise, GIRL is being taken
care of by two counselors from the cruise. She is
listening to them previous to setting an
appointment for group therapy.

COUNSELOR 1
We are here for you. Just like Jason said you are in
the right place to be taken care of.

COUNSELOR 2
He planned this in advance so you wouldn’t suffer, who
does that? That means that somehow you are an important
person in his life.
COUNSELOR 1
And you should feel special, some other guy would’ve
just break up with you and take a cruise with his new
girlfriend, instead he brought you here and will go on
another cruise later.

Counselor 2 hits Counselor 1 with his elbow.

COUNSELOR 2
He’s kidding of course. We’ll take care of you. You are
a beautiful, vibrant woman in her late thirties. The
thirties are the new twenties.

GIRL
But I’m 29.

Counselor 1 take a clipboard with a form to take
notes, then looks at Counselor 2.

COUNSELOR 1
Ok, of course you are. Changing our original plan,
she’s getting a makeover first thing in the morning and
then she’s going to the group session.

GIRL
What? What’s wrong with my look? Why would I want a
make over?

COUNSELOR 1
Well, you’ve just been dumped we need to start crossing
all the possible rea...

Counselor 2 interrupts, gives Counselor 1 a bad
look. Playing with Girl’s hair.

COUNSELOR 2
We just want to make sure you look as you feel. And
right now you just feel terrible. But it is normal,
you’ve just been dumped after so many years invested in
that relationship. But tomorrow will be a better day.
We’ll make you look pretty, prettier, then we’ll go to
the group session, and then we’ll go to a singles
mingles meeting.

Counselor 1 finishes taking notes, takes Counselor
2 aside.

COUNSELOR 1
(to Counselor 2)
Maybe we should take her with Stacey and Clinton now.

Counselor 2 slaps Counselor 1.

COUNSELOR 2
Well, you are all set. One of the counselors will wake
you up at 7 in the morning, will take you to the spa,
then to have breakfast, and then you will meet up with
the rest of the dumpees.

Counselor 1 slaps Counselor 2.

COUNSELOR 1
He meant with the other members of the group. I’ll walk
you to your room.

Counselor 1 and Girl leave towards her room.
Counselor 2 finishes gathering the paperwork and
leaves the opposite way.

Gaby, I like it!  Matt

Alicia's Script - (Part of) Scene 2

Scene 2

A ship cabin.  TREVOR is in the shower.  CASSIE is sitting on the bed, her back facing the cabin door when MARTHA quietly enters.  She shuts the door and CASSIE jumps. 

CASSIE

Oh my god, Martha!  You scared me so bad I almost got frightened.

MARTHA

(pause)

You know that's the same-- nevermind.  I told you I was coming.

CASSIE

I thought you meant eventually.

MARTHA

I specifically said, "I'm coming over now."

CASSIE

I didn't know you meant right now.

MARTHA

Again, that's the same-- forget it. 

MARTHA begins searching the cabin for an item.

MARTHA 

Anyway...I saw you two sitting across from each other, doing the whole staring-into-each-other's-souls and such.

CASSIE

Marty, you know it's an act.  I'm here because you asked me to be here, not him...Well, technically I am here because he asked me.  And you're here because I told you that he asked me...hmm, so we're both here because of him...he just doesn't know that you know about us (gesturing towards the bathroom door) and that there really is no us, but there kinda is an us (gesturing to the two of them) and we intend to ecck (makes a slashing gesture across her neck) to him.  He's really not a very nice man.

MARTHA

I'm just making sure you're not getting some kind of feelings for my husband again.

CASSIE

You finding out about me and Trevor was the best thing that ever happened to me.  Any other woman would've divorced Trevor or destroyed my beautiful face so I could never use it on another lonely, unfulfilled husband, but not you.  You've taught me so much about forgiveness, self-worth, and what it really means to truly have unconditional love for someone.  I would never steal your husband again.

MARTHA

That's so sweet.

CASSIE

So, have you decided how we're going to do it?  I still think drugging him and pushing him overboard is our best and quietest option.  Plus, blood makes me kind of queasy.

MARTHA

Yes.  We'll drug him with his own sleeping pills.

MARTHA pulls a bottle of pills from Trevor's bag. 

CASSIE

Sleeping pills?  But that will only put him to sleep, not kill him.  We do want to kill him like for real, right? And not like, figor-- figora--

MARTHA

Figuratively!  Yes!  We want to-- (quieter) We want to kill him, but we'll let the ocean do that.  We drug him with the pills, so that way when he "accidentally" falls overboard he'll just go sleepy-bye right there in the water, and drown in its salty goodness.

CASSIE claps excitedly.

CASSIE

We should be on one of those crime shows.

MARTHA

CSI? I thought so to, but the killer rarely gets away in those shows.

CASSIE

(gasps)

We’d be the ones with like “to be continued”s!

MARTHA

(pauses, then looks at Cassie)

They still die or get caught.

CASSIE

Yeah, but they at least get like two or three episodes.

Alicia's Script - (Part of) Scene 1

Scene 1

MARTHA is sitting at the bar. A large centerpiece sits in front of her, partially blocking her view. She slyly watches TREVOR and CASSIE who are sitting across from each other at a table in the distance.

SALLY approaches and sits down next to MARTHA.  She quickly notices that MARTHA is intently focused on the affectionate couple.

SALLY

I love seeing couples like that...gives me the feels! 

MARTHA

Hmm?  Oh yeah, major feels.

SALLY swats at a buzzing fly.

SALLY

It's like they're staring into each other's souls...

MARTHA

A man once held my heart.  It's really the strangest feeling...at first you get all warm and tingly...for a while, every time you see him, think about him, your entire body flushes with this red tingly goodness...it grows and grows until it takes the form of this unyielding fire that just consumes you...

SALLY

Intense.

MARTHA

But then the flushing - that fire - it starts to burn a little, and your chest gets all tight...and finally, in that moment you realize that this guy - the one who has your heart, your fragile bleeding heart - he's holding it in the palm of his hand, and he's slowly squeezing the life out of it...popping veins like rubber bands...finally all you're left with is this bloody, oozy muscular pulp...I could never give it to anyone else.  It's destroyed.  It's gone.  He might as well just keep it.  I mean, what am I going to do with it now?

SALLY

(pause)

Um...I like the little Band-Aids with the pictures...

MARTHA finally looks at SALLY who is holding an awkward gaze.

MARTHA

I'm sorry.  I'm not crazy, I promise.

SALLY

No, no, no.  I just-- I really do like the Band-Aids...Looking at the little pictures somehow makes the boo-boos less painful.

SALLY swats at the fly again.  MARTHA extends her hand.

MARTHA

I'm Martha.  What brings you here?  What are you running away from?

TREVOR and CASSIE leave the table hand-in-hand and walk past the bar.  MARTHA carefully turns her back to the two as to not draw attention to herself.

SALLY

My name’s Sally.  Actually, my dreams brought me here.  I don’t have anything to run away from. 

MARTHA

Well, that's pleasant.  You're so innocent I almost envy your naiveté.

SALLY

I don't feel very nai--

MARTHA

(staring in the direction of the couple's exit)

You know what might be fun?

SALLY

(distracted by the fly)

Lots of things?

MARTHA

Killing something.

SALLY

Wow.  Um, I think my definition of fun and your definition of fun aren't the same thing...and one is definitely NOT legal.

SALLY is attempting to leave when MARTHA jumps up, blocking SALLY's path.

MARTHA

No, no, no!  Not in the literal sense.

SALLY backs towards her seat, but doesn't sit.

SALLY

You might have to elaborate a little bit more for me...

MARTHA

(beat)

Maybe it is in the literal sense.  But not humans.  Not people.  Like hunting...I think I want to go hunting.

SALLY

Oh.  Well, that's...not so...illegal.  Um, I could never kill anything living so, I still don't think our "funs" are equivalent.

MARTHA

Hmph.  So, where's your magnifying glass?

SALLY

I'm sorry?  My what? I don't under--

MARTHA

Your magnifying glass...to look out for those very-much-living ants you don't step on and kill, but inevitably would without said magnifying glass?

SALLY

I-- I don't have a--

SMACK!  MARTHA smacks the buzzing fly down on the countertop and raises her hand for Sally to view.  The dead fly is resting on her palm.

MARTHA

(with her palm raised)

And what about this little guy you've been swatting at for the past two minutes?  Was this not your intention, or where you just eager to give him a well deserved pat on the back for his pestering abilities?

SALLY

Ugh, guh--  I think maybe I should skiddale.

MARTHA

(pause)

Oh my god!  I'm so sorry.  I swear, I'm not crazy, I'm just...okay, I might be a little tipsy.  (pretending to be drunk)  Woohoo!  I'm feeling good...or something drunk people might say...

SALLY

Are you here alone?  Is there someone I could call for you?

MARTHA

The people I know...they don't exist to me.  Or I to them.  They're just animals.  So, no.

SALLY

(trying to figure out what to say)

I like animals...

MARTHA

A cat and a dog stay in my house.  The dog is fun to have around, but he keeps crapping everywhere. All over the dinner table...all over my bed...in the shower...that's where I found 'em once.  And the cat, she's the reason the dog misbehaves, but she's been so obedient lately.  One of them needs to go.

SALLY

(confused about the conversation)

Maybe you should think about a trainer?

MARTHA

It can't keep going on.  One of them has to go.

SALLY sits.

SALLY

If it really does come down to that, although I'd hope you'd reconsider...which one do you love most?  I know that's probably a ridiculous question, because--

MARTHA

I don't love either of them.

MARTHA

Didn't you hear my whole thing about the heart earlier?  It was like a speech.

SALLY

Wow.  I just...people usually get pets because-- whatever.

SALLY

Okay.  Well then, why not find them a home for someone who does?

MARTHA stands, entranced by SALLY's idea.

MARTHA

(talking to herself)

Get rid of both?  I never considered that...I can't believe-- I can't believe I never considered...I mean, if I do one, two couldn't hurt, right?!  Then I wouldn't even have to worry about the other afterwords...I mean, it could look suspicious if they both-- but then maybe they just ran away together?  I need to think about it...logistics, logistics.

SALLY

(unsure of what she just heard)

Yeah, maybe you could ask around or maybe post something on Craigslist?

BARTENDER

Another diet coke, miss?

MARTHA sits.

MARTHA

Uh, yes.  Hold the rum this time.

BARTENDER

(confused)

Uh, okay.

MARTHA

Do you think I could find any copies of CSI onboard?  Preferably the ones where the killer gets away with it?  I like when they're unpredictable...

SALLY

Um, I--

MARTHA

Nevermind.

MARTHA gets up and abruptly leaves. 

SALLY

Wow.

BARTENDER

Yeah, strange one.

SALLY

You should be ashamed of yourself!  Shame on you!

BARTENDER

What?!

SALLY

I thought it's supposed to be your job to minimize the level of over-drunkenness at this bar?  You know, for a bartender, you're not very good at...tending bar or...whatever!

BARTENDER

I didn't give her an alcohol!  Are you kidding me?!  A woman that high-strung?!  Straight coke since she's been here...well, one diet when I realized I was giving her the regular, but that's it!

SALLY

No alcohol?

BARTENDER

You couldn't pay me enough to let her sniff the stuff. 

Scene 3 idea from Collin Bressie

ACT I

SCENE 3

Brian and Shelly enter into a restroom, shut the door and lock it behind them.

SHELLY

What are we going to do?  Where ever we go, people keep dying!

(Brian walks over to the sink and begins to splash some water on his face.  He takes a deep breath then speaks.)

BRIAN

We will be safe in here, it's just us two, I locked the door.

(At this moment, we hear someone pass gas in one of the stalls.  Brain and Shelly turn and look at the stall where the noise originated.  We hear the sounds of a person attempting to pull off some toilet paper but the roll has been depleted.)  



PIERRE

(a French cruise ship waiter speaks up.)

Could someone please assist me with some tissue paper?

SHELLY

(whispering to Brian)

Just the two of us huh?

BRIAN

Who are you?  What are you doing in here?

PIERRE

Mesiour, I am taking...how do say...a number duex. Please sir I need tissue paper.

BRIAN

Don't you know what's going on out there?  There's a killer loose on this ship!

PIERRE

Scarebleu! How do I know I can trust you and the mademoiselle?

SHELLY

Hey, mon amie, do you want to wipe your dairy aire or what? We're going to have to trust each other.

PIERRE

Wee my dear, let us work together.  Now will someone please hand me some tissue paper?

Shelly then searches the other stalls for some spare toilet paper, but cannot find any.

SHELLY

There is none left...

(She looks around and finds a solution, grabs a bunch of paper towels and hands them to Pierre under the stall door.)

It's not the softest, but it should do the trick.

PIERRE

Merci madam. Let me finish up and we'll figure out what is going on around here.

(We hear the toilet flush, the lights flicker in the bathroom.)

BRIAN

Shelly, the lights...they're doing that thing.

PIERRE

Merde...

SHELLY

(concerned)

What happened?

PIERRE

Merde!  I clogged the toilet with the paper towels and now the toilet is overflowing.

(Pierre tries to unlock the stall door, but it's stuck.)

Brian

Get out of there!

PIERRE

The door is jammed!

SHELLY

Crawl underneath.  Oh my gosh, it's oozing out out from underneath the stall.

PIERRE

MERRRRDE! My work boots are ruined.

(The lights flicker again.)

BRIAN

Oh my gosh, that smell is aweful.

(He runs to the bathroom door and struggles to open the door.)

The door is stuck!

SHELLY

Brian.

BRIAN

What?!

SHELLY

The door is locked.

BRIAN

Right...

(Suddenly the lights go out.)

Not again!


SHELLY

(Turning back to the stall.)

Are you okay in there.

(Shelly places her hand on the stall door, it suddenly opens and Pierre falls out into Shelly's arms, dead with a knife in his back. She glares at Brian.)

Merde...

GuanJr's Scene Idea

(After Yessenia’s Scene.) SEVER goes back to his room. Joe lies on his bunk bed opening a beer. SERVER wipes his faces with his towel and sit on his bed. SERVER looks at the business card.

JOE

What’s this?

(suddenly taking away his card)

Woooo~ This sounds hot!! I want to KNOW everything!

Did you just spend a lot of time with her in the kitchen?

SEVER

yes. I guess so.

JOE

And? Did you?

SEVER 

No. She tried to seduce me.

JOE

That sounds like a good opportunity to you. You have a whole family to support.  

(Point out of the window.) 

Besides, she’s hot. Now I’m jealous, man. I wouldn’t mind give it a try. 

(lighting up a cigarette) We are on the ship! SHIP!

SEVER 

(take Joe’s cigarette from his hand)

I think she has another intention. 

JOE

What intention? You are a hot dish to her, that’s it! And we’re off menu to them.

(Someone knocks the door)

JOE

I’ll get it.

Who is it. It’s pretty late now.

RACHEL

Rachel.

JOE

Rachel? Which Rachel? One second. (Put on his shirt)

SEVER

(SEVER looks...gestures that he’s going to hide somewhere)

JOE answers the door and closes it behind him.

JOE

How may I help you? (Adjusting his shirt/ hair)

BLACK OUT

Some pics for locations... Gaby

Yessenia's Scene for Hanna's Play

The dining room has closed for the night. The SERVER picks up the plates from the tables, and carries them to the kitchen. RACHEL, 26, exotically intoxicating, sneaks into the dining room, waiting for the SERVER to exit the kitchen.

SERVER

My apologies, but the dining room is now closed mademoiselle.

                               RACHEL

Shame. I’m still hungry.

RACHEL gets close to the SERVER and touches him seductively.

                               SERVER

Ah, you must eat in small increments to help keep that figure of yours so, Uh—Sorry.

                               RACHEL

There is nothing to be sorry for. You’re a man who makes great observations, who has good taste.

                               SERVER

     (Pulling away from her)

I’ll go into the kitchen and see if I can get you anything.

                               RACHEL

No need. What I want is standing right in front me. You’re one hot dish, Server.

RACHEL gets intimately close to the SERVER.

RACHEL (CONT’D)

How about you feed me.

RACHEL attempts to kiss the SERVER, but he immediately pulls away.

SERVER

I’m sorry, but my beep are not on the menu. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to clean.

                               RACHEL

Shame. You sure know how to move it. The way you danced was intoxicating, spicy, hot. Your hips sure don’t lie.

                               SERVER

Well I did take—

                               RACHEL

Yeah, yeah, I was there. I heard you.

RACHEL pulls out a business card.

                               RACHEL

Too bad you were dancing with the talentless smurf.

                               SERVER

Hey!

                               RACHEL

Listen pal, ditch the smurf (gives him the business card) and I guarantee you you’ll be going places. And if you want to (gets intimately close to him again) set sail in new water, you can use my number for that too. Ciao!

                               RACHEL exits.

The SERVER stares at the business card.

BLACK OUT.

Scene for Week 4 by Hanna

DANCE STUDIO SCENE

SALLY and SERVER sneak into the dance studio. It’s like a scene of out of A Chorus Line. Music is blasting. People in leotards are ferociously dancing. CHAD, the choreographer is yelling at everyone.

CHAD

 No, Shelby. It’s a HIT on 4, not on 4 and a HALF!!  MICHELLE!!! SPOT!!! Kevin….don’t make me get violent with you. Now, turn turn, and shimmy dooooooown. Great. Take a five.

            (CHAD notices Sally.)

And who might you be, small girl?

                                                                        SALLY

I’m Sally and I’m here to join the chorus. I’ve got my three-inch heels on, a fierce leg mount-

(demonstrates.)

-and I’m ready for anything.

                                                                        CHAD

Mmmhmmm. And who is this? (Regarding SERVER…he will have a name someday….)

                                                                        SERVER

I’m INSERT NAME HERE…uh..Sally’s escort?

                                                                        CHAD

Hmmmm. Do you dance?

                                                                        SERVER

Uh…I learned some ballroom as a kid..but…uh…no?

                                                                        CHAD

PERFECT! I’ll have to take both of you, other wise we’ll have uneven couples.  SO off you go! I expect you to learn the choreography fast!  AGAIN!! 5-6-7-8!

                                                                        (The chorus dances again.)

SALLY!

We did it! Oh wait!

                                                                        SERVER

It’s cool. We’ll just go with it for now!

                                                                        SALLY

You’re the best!

                                    (She pecks him on the cheek. They dance. Lights fade.)