FADE IN:
EXT. BACKYARD – DAY
TITLE: Saturday
ANGLE ON GATE to the MEADOW where THREE CHICKENS’ EYES watch as --
-- a New Hampshire red – we’ll call her BUFFY – struts in front of her audience, pecking occasionally at the grass.
We hear the backdoor opening O.S.
GODDESS
(O.O.S.)
What do you think you’re doing?
Buffy looks up – too late – as THE GODDESS picks her up --
BUFFY
(low)
Booooaaahhh –
-- and Buffy is shoved back through the gate into the meadow.
GODDESS
Now if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times –
CLOSE ON BUFFY as she eyes the fence – she has to crane her neck so much she looks like a goose.
GODDESS
(cont’d)
– no. Going. Over. The fence.
(beat)
Or ELSE.
She glares at Buffy who locks eyes with her briefly before resuming her examination of the fence.
INT. KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER
The Goddess looks up from her GLASS OF PINOT GRIS to see --
EXT. BACKYARD – CONTINUOUS
-- Buffy balances on top of the fence a moment before descending to freedom.
She looks up at the house, her eye finding --
INT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
-- The Goddess, watching in silence. She carefully puts her wine glass on the counter.
GODDESS
Right. That’s it.
TITLE: TO BE CONTINUED.
