Category Archives: Fan Scripts

FanScript Samples#3-Inspector Gadget

 

PENNY:

Hey

GORDON:

Hi

PENNY:

Listen, don’t let Roxanne get to you

GORDON:

They’re right though aren’t they?

PENNY:

You want an honest opinion?

GORDON:

Everyone seems to have one of me…none of it is particularly flattering

PENNY:

It seems you’re coming up with policies that you’re not sure you believe in, you just want them to be alternatives to whatever Roxanne’s put together

GORDON:

Great, so I’m no man with a plan, even in your eyes…

PENNY:

I’m just used to your plans coming apart

GORDON:

All my plans to ever ask you out maybe, but this was different Pen, it was so much different

PENNY:

All plans need to have commitment and passion put behind it, you had the passion, but just not the commitment

GORDON:

You realize this is stuff Roxanne’s already said to me, only said much nicer, which is surprising coming from you

PENNY:

Gordon,  it’s better hearing this from someone who likes you than someone who doesn’t.

GORDON:

You like me all of a sudden?

PENNY:

You think all of those efforts to force your romantic notions on me make me like you less? They annoy me, but they don’t change the way I feel about you

(she clutches his hand tightly)

PENNY:

I may not reciprocate your feelings, but I understand them, and I tolerate them, and through it all, you’ve never gotten mad at my rejections or stopped caring about me, that leaves an impression on a girl more.

GORDON:

Thanks Penny

(They hug. Penny seems to enjoy the hug a bit too much, Gordon silently mouths “I love you”, she doesn’t hear it)

Suddenly, Penny’s beeper goes off)

PENNY:

It’s the hospital, I gotta go.

 

Fan Script Samples#2-Inspector Gadget

In a change to the current plan, I now intend to make this fan script the basis for a short form “pitch pilot” for a potential fan-made Inspector Gadget film

 

This scene occurs shortly after John Smith (Gadget) is injured when attempting to thwart a robbery

BRENDA:

You’re Quimby, the police chief?

CHIEF QUIMBY:

Doctor Bradford, I am so sorry to hear about your father, he was a fine man, and an essential asset to this city’s…

BRENDA:

…Gadgetini programme, I know, I know. My dad’s murder isn’t important right now, the condition of your operative is.

QUIMBY:

How is he Doctor?

BRENDA:

Stable, but he’s lost a lot of function in most of his body. With your permission, I would like to try my hand at some experimental surgery utilizing the best resources of the Bradtech facilities

QUIMBY:

Wait a minute, you want to dummy run the Gadgetini programme on a live  human being?

BRENDA:

That HAS always been the intention behind the programme, to install bionics into working human tissue, and it’d be no ‘dummy run’ , this procedure would result in permanent results.

QUIMBY:

I know all about you and your father’s frankenstiening Doctor….

BRENDA:

Oh, I hate that word

QUIMBY:

 The city may be bleeding every budget in funding it, but not everyone approves. I don’t want to count myself among them, but this is a man’s life you’re gambling with.

BRENDA:

Your operative tried to save my father’s life last night Chief, this is the least I can do for him. You may call it ‘frankenstiening’,  I call it a helping hand…and a leg, and a limb…

QUIMBY:

Any other good news you’d like to share?

BRENDA:

There was significant damage done to the central parts of the brain, we’ve tried minimizing the extent of the injury’s impact , but I’m afraid even with the repairs, he may have a lack of…discipline in regard to cohesive thought.

QUIMBY:

You trying to tell me my best cop is retarded or something?

BRENDA:

Oh I hate that word also

(A sudden commotion soon interrupts their conversation, they turn around to find a YOUNG GIRL with BLONDE PIGTAILS and a RED AND WHITE shirt struggling to advance towards them, and being restrained by orderlies)

QUIMBY:

Who’s that?

BRENDA:

Mr. Smith’s niece. He talked about her often

(The niece resists attempts to calm her down, a doctor tries restraining her, she will have none of it)

MALE DOCTOR:

He’s in surgery young lady, you can’t see him

NIECE:

Let me go

(Quimby turns back to Brenda)

QUIMBY:

Let me deal with this, inform me of further progress

BRENDA:

Yes Chief

(He approaches  the girl)

QUIMBY:

You’re, John’s niece, right?

PENNY:

Penny. Penny Smith.

QUIMBY:

Listen Penny, your Uncle’s really sick, we’re trying to make him better, but this little fit of yours isn’t making anything better.

PENNY:

I should have went with him that night, me and B.R.A.I.N could have…

QUIMBY:

Brain?

PENNY:

Dog.  My dog. B.R.A.I.N is my dog. Totally.

 

FanScript Samples#1-Inspector Gadget

For the time being, I’m going to be focusing strictly on writing fan script treatments for movies I felt could have been improved upon. The first I aim to tackle is 1999’s INSPECTOR GADGET. I intend to use as many elements of the original movie as possible, but will also be utilising aspects of the 1980s animated series.

 

Here’s a sample of how my movie starts

The full script will be available to download from this blog in the future. Samples of this will continue to be uploaded as we progress.

INSPECTOR GADGET

Ext-BRADTECH LABS-NIGHT

(It is a clear crisp evening, we begin with the sight of a PALE MOON and PAN DOWN to a LEAN, TALL  SECURITY GUARD. He is twirling a night stick and humming a merry tune to himself (“I’ll Be Your Everything” by Youngtown)

Close to his right side is a BOOTH,  within which is a MUCH OLDER WOMAN (late 50s), talking over the phone. She becomes slightly irritated by the male’s singing)

WOMAN:

JOHN, pipe it down will you? I can’t hear the supervisor.

(The man, John, turns and walks over to the booth)

JOHN:

Don’t you mean, ‘I can’t hear myself THINK?’

WOMAN:

Oh real funny you sexist pig. No man tells me what to think

JOHN:

With the fee they currently pay you, are you quite sure about that?

(the woman resumes listening to the unheard voice on the phone. She nods as she understands something, then hangs up. She gives John an icy glare)

WOMAN:

You think you’re real funny don’t you?

JOHN:

This job’s made you far too uptight, it’s my civic duty to loosen you up

WOMAN:

That’s my  problem with you John, you’re always on duty.

(John resumes his whistling, the woman just shakes her head)