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.