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| SCENE 1 [Mouse / Challenge Scene] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Cue mouse sounds} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Visual fade into mouse in cave} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Mouse comes out and starts preening in the light. Begins sniffing. Becomes frightened. Suddenly a large lion paw swoops down and catches him.} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Cue the Scar theme (dissonant, slow, reed theme). Fade in slowly and up full during speech} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Camera switch to Scar holding the squeaking and struggling mouse in his paw. He talks to it while playing with it} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: Life's not fair, is it? You see I -- well, I... shall never be King. {exhale lightly} And you... shall never see the light of another day. {closed-mouth laughter. Starts to places mouse on his extended tongue} ... Adieu... {quiet laugh} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu : {Interrupting} Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: {Light sigh. The mouse is under his paw.} What do you want? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu: I'm here to announce that King Mufasa is on his way. {bows} ...So you'd better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {The mouse runs away from Scar} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: Oh now look, Zazu; you've made me lose my lunch. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu: Hah! You'll lose more than that when the King gets through with you. He's as mad as a hippo with a hernia. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: Oooh... I quiver with FEAR. {On "FEAR" Scar crouches down and is baring his teeth at Zazu.} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu: {Very concerned} Now Scar, don't look at me that way... HELP! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Scar quickly pounces on the bird, catching him in his mouth.} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mufasa: {Almost immediately and off-camera} Scar! ... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: {Mouth full} Mm-hmm? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mufasa: Drop him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu: {Speaking from Scar's mouth} Impeccable timing, your majesty. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Scar spits the bird out, covered with saliva} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu: {Slimed} Eyyccch. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: {Sarcastically overjoyed} Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: {Faking astonishment} That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {He turns and start scraping his claws on the rock wall. Zazu cringes at the sound.} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: {Admiring his claws} ...Must have slipped my mind. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu: Yes, well, as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should have been first in line! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Scar clicks his teeth at Zazu, who has flown near his face. Zazu takes cover behind Mufasa's foreleg. Scar bends down to speak to him.} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: Well, I was first in line... until the little hairball was born. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mufasa: {Lowering his head and meeting Scar eye to eye} That "hairball" is my son... and your future king. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: Ohh, I shall practice my curtsy. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Scar turns away and starts to exit} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mufasa: {Warning} Don't turn your back on me, Scar. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: {Looking back} Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps YOU shouldn't turn YOUR back on me. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mufasa: {Roars and literally jumps in front of Scar, baring his teeth for the first time} Is that a challenge? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu: Pity! Why not? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Scar: {Looking at Zazu} Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to brute strength {looking at Mufasa} ...I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| {Exit Scar} | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zazu: {Deep sigh} There's one in every family, sire... Two in mine, actually. {perches on Mufasa's shoulder} And they always manage to ruin special occasions. Mufasa: What am I going to do with him? Zazu: He'd make a very handsome throw rug. Mufasa: {Chiding} Zazu! Zazu: And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and BEAT him. {They exit, chuckling. |
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| Scene 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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