“MY FATHERS DREAMS
THE SATAN’S DISCIPLES IN NEW YORK”
FADE IN:
EXT. SOUTH DAKOTAN FARM – DAY
A lone farmhouse sits isolated against a prairie backdrop, silhouetted by a marbled dawn sky.
INT. FARMHOUSE – DAY
MARIO PETERSON, a gray-haired man in his late sixties, meticulously packs a suitcase. He picks up a small, framed PHOTO from a chest-of-drawers and holds it up to him.
INSERT – PHOTO
It’s a picture of a woman about Mario’s age. She has a sweet natured smile on her face. Mario looks at it longingly, then packs it carefully in his suitcase between some sweaters and closes it up.
EXT. FARMHOUSE – DAY
A paint-chipped truck rounds the corner on a dirt road leading into the farm. Mario, waiting on the porch, ready to go, rises and waves.
A FEW MOMENTS LATER -
Mario’s daughter, Marian, dressed in jeans and shirt, loads her father’s single piece of luggage into the bed of the truck, climbs back into the cab, where her father is sitting, and drives off.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. THE SKY – DAY
Birds chirping, flying in the hot, navy sky.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL – AFTERNOON
Mario, looking a little forlorn and out of sorts, stands out by the taxi area with his suitcase on a tote, looking around for a cab, unsure what to do.
CURBSIDE – A FEW MINUTES LATER
MISCHA, a somewhat dissolute-looking Russian cabbie in his thirties, roughhouses Mario’s single piece of luggage into the dirty, cluttered trunk of his cab.
INT. TAXI – DAY
Marian is sitting on the passenger seat as Mischa opens the driver’s side door and slams it shut, rattling Marian’s nerves.
MISCHA
(harshly)
Where to?
MARIO
I want to go to 526 East 5TH. That’s in the East Village. My son said it would cost thirty dollars only.
In the REAR-VIEW MIRROR we glimpse Mischa giving Marian a cunning look.
CUT TO:
EXT. LOCATION – DAY
The TAXI passes on a turnpike, streaming with vehicles, headed toward Manhattan. DRIVE-BY TRANSITION.
INT. TAXI – DAY
Hurtling along. Mario cranes his head through the partition and attempts to strike up a conversation with the surly cabbie.
MARIO
I came to New York for my wife.
MISCHA
Oh. And where is she?
MARIO
In our daughter’s house.
MISCHA
So, you come here all by yourself?
MARIO
Uh yes. I have to fix some things up. We had some sort of love quarrel last night.
MISCHA
Oh……….
MARIO
I have to convince her to come with me and go home.
MISCHA
Yeah……Flowers will help you that.
MARIO
I’m from South Dakota. Where are you from?
MISCHA
Moscow.
MARIO
Ohhh. Do you know the East Village?
MISCHA
Oh, yeah … yeah … it’s a hellhole.
MARIO
You mean it’s dangerous?
MISCHA
Nah, not dangerous. Not that dangerous. (beat) Not during the day.
ANGLE ON MARIAN –
looking out the window, her face clouded with consternation.
EXT. BRIDGE – DAY
Cars pouring into Manhattan over one of the many bridges spanning the East River.
CUT TO:
EXT. EAST 5TH STREET AND 2ND AVENUE – DAY
The cab brakes to a halt, bringing Mario INTO THE FRAME, his face stricken with fear.
Mario climbs out of the cab as Mischa, in the background, opens the trunk to retrieve his bag. Mario, taking in the foreign surroundings, seems confused about something.
MARIO
Pardon me, Mischa. Is this 526 East 5TH Street?
Mischa closes the trunk and approaches Marian with her one piece of luggage on a tote.
MISCHA
Yeah. This is it. Just go down the block to the middle. There you’ll see number 526.
MARIO
That way?!
MISCHA
Yeah. Not far. You’ll be fine. (beat) It’s still day.
He chuckles to himself, but Mario doesn’t get the joke.
MARIO
I see. How much?
MISCHA
Forty-five all total.
MARIO
Forty-five? I thought it was only supposed to be thirty?
MISCHA
Thirty is base price. Tolls, tax, tip … it all adds up.
Mario unsnaps his wallet and grudgingly hands the disreputable cabbie two twenties and a five. Mischa takes the money and starts away. Mario, who stands frozen to the dilapidated street started to walk heading to his direction, pulling his luggage apprehensively down the street. After a moment, he saw the number 526. He inhales deep and knocks at the door.
45 seconds talk
This was excerpted from the movie script ‘My Mother Dreams the Satan’s Disciples in New York’ written by Rex Pickett. This excerpt is a story of a man in his early sixties who had a love quarrel with his wife. He went to New York to talk and convince his wife who hide at their daughter’s house after their LQ to go home. The excerpted script dealt only on its first part where the man was preparing his things and when he was heading to New York and having conversation with the cab driver. It ended up when he was already in front and knocking at his daughter’s house.
Writer’s Note:
I changed only the first part of the original script since it was too long. However, I wrote it in a way that the new script will give the idea of what’s going on in the story. The script was also hanging to let the reader think of what will happen next. You can access and read the original script at
Thank you very much.
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