INT. PRODUCER’S OFFICE – DAY
TIGHT ON WRITER, lower lip trembling.
Oh don’t be a sookie -
You’re swanning off to who-knows-where so I have to deal directly with the director -
Shut up and have a Chupachup.
The Writer crosses his arms. Looks meaningfully at a corner of the Producer’s desk.
The Producer follows the Writer’s eyes.
If I have to reach into that drawer, you better drop the tears and trembly lips.
The Writer’s lips tighten, then tremble again. They tighten.
The Producer opens the DRAWER – we see only a faint glow from its contents – as --
(as if to a dog)
Who’s a good boy?
OUT ON WRITER.