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A fireside chat; Archibald P. Leatherby
Topic Started: Nov 12 2011, 04:44 AM (37 Views)
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The scene opens up in glorious sepia-tone... look at all that orange and brown... it's breathtaking... anyway, we are open on a shot of the back of a leather high back library chair, in front of a large fireplace. Next to the chair is a wooden table with a Victrola on it filling the air with the sounds of the first movement of Vivaldi's Spring. The camera shifts so we now have a side profile of the chair and it's occupant, one Mr. Archibald P. Leatherby who appears to be deep in thought while staring at the fire. A few moments go by until his butler Shackleford walks into the scene.

Shackleford: Sir, we need to leave soon if we there is any chance of you making it to France in time for your match.

Archibald waves Shackleford away wordlessly.

Shackleford: Very good sir.

Shackleford leaves the scene

Archibald P. Leatherby: As I sit here pondering whether to chose between being a gentleman as I have been raised or a proper pugilist as is my wont. I am reminded of a story my grandfather told me. He said "Archibald my darb, when I was your age the world was my fire extinguisher. I could get into my hay burner and drive for miles to see the hotsy-totsy things from here to the Kremlin, until I went too goofy from the hooch, but that doesn't mean that it was permissible to soil my glad rags with such fanciful notions."

Archibald pauses for a moment.

Archibald P. Leatherby: To this day I am still trying to decipher what precisely he meant by that story. But this week I am squaring off with a dame in a pugilistic endeavor. Now I'm not going to pretend to be so backwards as to think the fairer sex are incapable of physical business. But the fact still remains quite clear that it flies directly into the face of every gentlemanly ideal I have been fed since birth to adhere to.

The music swaps over to the second movement of spring

Archibald P. Leatherby: However, I suppose that as a hard boiled bimbo and proper pugilist I must stand and do what I am being paid for despite any gentlemanly reservations I may have, and to do anything less should be a mockery of the very institution of pugilistic integrity, and anything less than hitting on all sixes would be uncouth and make me little better than the miscreants that I have faced in the past.

Archibald pauses

Archibald P. Leatherby: so I suppose I shall keep it classy in the ring and give you a bully of a time like anyone else. After all, it would be the gentlemanly thing to do.

Archibald stops the record, stands up and leaves the scene. The Camera focuses on the fire for a few moments before fading to black.

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