Little Jakes: The small, dark kitchen of the Lynwoods’. A round table stands to the audience’s left, with three chairs set up around it. A dim light clicks on above the table and we see ASHLEY standing in the doorway. The orange farm cat LITTLE JAKES hops onto the table, his tail flicking. ASHLEY shuffles towards the stationary camera, his head hanging because he is tired of such a demanding day. ASHLEY rubs the back of his neck and lets out a long breath of air.
LITTLE JAKES (looking at ASHLEY)
Mrow.
ASHLEY pauses, reaches over and scratches LITTLE JAKES behind the ear.
ASHLEY
Good night, LITTLE JAKES.
ASHLEY shuffles closer to the camera. LITTLE JAKES watches him go, meowing continually.
The camera shot changes to a close up of LITTLE JAKES, from his chest up. Then the camera zooms in closer and closer, focusing in on his eyes while he meows incessantly.
The camera shoots to a shot of ASHLEY who places a right hand on the doorframe and turns to look at the cat, a weary look on his face.
The camera shoots back to the cat and the camera frame encompasses LITTLE JAKES’ face, above his nose but below his ears; the main focus is on LITTLE JAKES’ unblinking eyes.
LITTLE JAKES
Ashley.
The camera shows ASHLEY standing in the doorway as he jerks backwards and grips the frame of the doorway. He also slaps his hand to his chest, feeling for his rapidly beating heart and breathes heavily while looking at the cat. The camera shoots to LITTLE JAKES, who is now sitting on the table.
LITTLE JAKES (paws at a crumb on the table)
What an incredible day it’s been.
The camera shoots to AHSLEY, who is quiet, his mouth hanging open slightly and his hand still on his heart.
LITTLE JAKES (off camera)
I liked it better when the farm was quiet. I can’t get any naps around here anymore.
AHSLEY approaches the table and the camera backs up the closer he comes to the table so we now see the back of LITTLE JAKES’ head. The cat begins to lick his paw.
ASHLEY
Hh—How?
LITTLE JAKES
I’ve always been talking to you. You just haven’t been listening.
ASHLEY (intrigued)
Not in this way.
LITTLE JAKES
No, but that does not mean that I have not been talking. We have all been talking.
ASHLEY (in good humor)
My conversations with the other animals are a bit more… one sided.
LITTLE JAKES (purrs)
I see. Well, I am the smartest of all living creatures. I am a cat, after all.
ASHLEY smirks and then takes in a deep breath.
Am I dreaming?
LITTLE JAKES
What does it matter? You know what is necessary now.
AHSLEY (pauses for a moment, pensive)
Will you talk again?
LITTLE JAKES
Not like this… Never again.
The shot is of LITTLE JAKES sitting on the table. We see his full body, his orange fur bright in the small amount of light. The glossed finish of the wooden table reflects the orange color, contrasting with the curtains, windows, and cabinets behind the cat, which are dark. The farm cat is quiet for a while, swishing his tail across the table. The camera shoots to ASHLEY. He is half shadowed by the doorway he is walking towards and somewhat blanketed by the light in the kitchen. He nods his head a little and turns to go to bed. We see his back as he slowly starts to walk away.
Suddenly the camera shoots to LITTLE JAKES. His eyes are wide and he’s leaning forward on the table, about to jump off.
LITTLE JAKES
One more thing!
It is a quick shot, because the next shot is ASHLEY yelping and spinning around.
ASHLEY (surprised)
Ah!
LITTLE JAKES (casually jumping off the table)
Don’t get that beefy cat food—tasted like tires. I like chicken flavor better.
LITTLE JAKES saunters away from ASHLEY over to the kitchen door and towards the cat flap.
The camera shoots to ASHLEY who is breathing hard and watching the cat go outside.
END SCENE
The J.J. Talk Show!: The glitzy set of the J.J. Talk Show! J.J. Style’s desk is large and slightly off the right (from the audience’s point of view). A large banner is hanging behind the desk that says J.J. Styles in big letters. J.J. is dressed in a fancy, blue suit with a bright colored bowtie. To his left sits his first guest; Veronica “Ronnie” Summers, who is dressed in a red Marilyn Monroe style dress. Ronnie has shoulder length, wavy blonde hair, makeup, and red lipstick. Ashley is sitting at the furthest chair, holding a chicken. He is dressed in a plaid shirt, sports coat and his nicest pants. A goat is at his legs and a cow stands next to him. The audience is clapping as the ON AIR sign blinks and bright lights focus on J.J.
J.J. (enormous smile)
Welcome back to the J.J. Talk Show where I have a special guest, a farmer from a tiny town in South Carolina who has brought his talking animals.
RONNIE
J.J., honey, aren’t you forgetting me?
J.J.
No, I mentioned the talking animals, Ronnie.
The audience laughs and RONNIE smiles and playfully slaps J.J. on the arm.
J.J. (leaning over desk, looking at Ashley)
Can you tell us your name again?
ASHLEY
Ashley Lynwood.
J.J. is quiet for a moment and then turns to the audience, making a silly face. The audience laughs a little.
Ashley? Isn’t that a girl’s name?
The audience laughs harder. ASHLEY sighs, but does not frown as he has heard the joke before many times as a child.
J.J.
So, tell us about your fascinating animals. Did you say that they could talk?
ASHLEY
Well, only short words that—
Ronnie
Talking? Is this real, J.J.?
J.J.
Why don’t you ask the goat there, Ronnie?
The goat has his front hooves on RONNIE’S knees, trying to climb up on her. ASHLEY tugs the goat’s leash off RONNIE. The audience laughs. ASHLEY is turning red with embarrassment.
J.J.
Keep that up, goat, and you might get a date out of her!
ASHLEY
Actually, she’s a girl.
RONNIE
Then she better watch out of J.J. will sleep with her.
(The audience laughter.)
Wouldn’t be the first time, eh, J.J.?
(J.J. clenches his jaw and glares at RONNIE)
Sorry, J.J. Am I getting your goat?
(The audience roars with laughter)
J.J. (eyebrows furrowing, changes the subject)
Brittney… can you get the chicken to say something for us?
ASHLEY (ignores that he was called by the wrong name and holding the chicken)
I think she is sleeping right now. I don’t want to disturb her.
J.J. (irritated)
Well, how about the cow? Is the cow going to say anything? Is she going to quote a little Shakespeare?
COW
Bluuuuue.
The audience gasps and then claps. J.J. looks to the audience, his eyes wide and his mouth open wide, more as a comedic effect rather than genuine surprise.
J.J.
Whoa! Whoa! Wowie-O! Did you hear that, ladies and gentlemen? More of Katie’s amazing talking animals after these messages!
The audience is clapping furiously and the lights dim. J.J.’S smile disappears quickly and he yanks open his drawer and pulls out a cigar, lights it and puffs out smoke immediately.
ASSISTANT
M- Mr. Styles?
J.J. (impatiently)
This better be important.
ASSISTANT
Your wife is in your dressing room.
J.J.
What did I just sa—
SOME GUY
… and Catherine.
J.J. pauses, holding the cigar in his hand for a second.
Shit.
Then he jumps up, pushing the ASSISTANT out of the way. He dashes away.
The camera shoots back to ASHLEY and RONNIE, who are still seated.
ASHLEY
I’m very sorry about Ginny. She likes to climb.
RONNIE (petting the goat)
Oh, is that the goat’s name? Who’s the chicken?
ASHLEY (holding the chicken, who has now woken up, in his lap)
This is Josephina.
RONNIE
She’s so pretty, all those black and white feathers…
RONNIE looks at ASHLEY, her eyes bright and her expression warm.
Can I hold her?
ASHLEY lifts up the chicken and places her gently on RONNIE’S lap. She gently wraps one arm around the chicken and cautiously pets its back with her other hand. The chicken drifts off the sleep again.
RONNIE (whispers)
She’s so soft! Precious…
The camera shot lingers for a while, focusing on the chicken in RONNIE’S lap and RONNIE’S rhythmic petting.
END
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