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		JACKIE
So I go to work everyday... and on weekends I write these
little stories, but I'm really lonely and sometimes I miss
my family and I call them up... But it's hard.  They feel
like I'm not the same person and they don't know what
to say to me and.. you know, families... it's hard for
them that I came here and we never know what to say
to each other.  I really liked growing up with them and
all... my brothers and sisters - you know, one of those
big family kind of things.  Oh, God, I'm going on and on... I
can see you're dying over there...

		MICHAEL
No, I'm OK.

She laughs nervously as she moves to the stereo near MICHAEL

		JACKIE
But I like music alot - to me that's where some of the best
writing is - like I said - in the lyrics.  I go into used record
stores just to read the words to the music.

		MICHAEL
The librettoes.

MICHAEL sits down in the armchair 

		JACKIE
Yeah, the librettoes!

JACKIE puts a romantic soul song on the stereo and 
sings along with the tune

		JACKIE (leaning on the arm of MICHAEL's chair)
But I like Air Supply, you know that group from
Australia (she sings a bit of an AIR SUPPLY hit)
You know that group?

MICHAEL laughs "no" sheepishly

		JACKIE
But I like Deep Purple - But with Deep Purple it's
more of a musical thing - it's not the words as much as 
it is with other groups.  I think lyrics are so
beautiful.  I used to go to a lot of their concerts and we
used to go wild - I was living over in Queens then. 
Before I moved to the City.  I was still waistressing___(laughs) 
I mean waitressing.  It was a lot of fun but the people I
hung around with - most of them didn't really go in for
the words - it was the drugs and the fooling around -
you know sleeping on the beach after the concert... 

She moves to the couch and pours two cognacs

		JACKIE (handing him his drink)
Anyway we'd go out to the island and screw around on
the beach - but it got really stupid after a while - I don't
know where all those people went - there were zillions
of them - all the wai(s)tresses and all the secretaries 
I worked with would do that kind of shit.

PAUSE

		MICHAEL
But sometime I'd love to hear some of your stories.

		JACKIE
Really, they're just kid's things.

		MICHAEL
I mean it.

		JACKIE
I could read you one.

PAUSE as MICHAEL looks at his watch again

		MICHAEL
You mean now?

		JACKIE (downs his cognac)
No, I was just thinking... some other time.

		MICHAEL
Um... no, why don't you?

		JACKIE
You're just saying that.

		MICHAEL
I am not.  Please, read one.

		JACKIE
You mean it?

		MICHAEL
You've got to stop being so insecure.   I want to hear
one.

		JACKIE
Really?

		MICHAEL
(deep voice) Really.

JACKIE stands and moves to the stereo, turning off the music

		JACKIE
This is a new one that I'm working on.

		MICHAEL
Uhuh.

		JACKIE
You don't want to hear this.   I can tell by your face.

		MICHAEL
Come on, I want to hear it...

		JACKIE
Well, don't say I didn't warn you.

JACKIE crosses to a low chest and opens it.  She takes
out a notebook and leaves through the pages sitting on
the chest

		JACKIE
Are you sure?

		MICHAEL
GO ON!

		JACKIE
OK....  (PAUSE as she takes a breath) What happened
was___

		MICHAEL
What's the title?

		JACKIE
That is the title.

		MICHAEL
(laughs)"What happened was" is the title?

		JACKIE
Why are you laughing?

		MICHAEL
No... I mean, yeah, it's great... it's... go on...

		JACKIE
Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

		MICHAEL
Oh, come on. Don't be stupid.

		JACKIE
I didn't think I was being stupid.

		MICHAEL
I didn't mean it like that.  Go on.  Please...

		JACKIE
OK.... (smiles)  WHAT HAPPENED WAS...

JACKIE looks up at MICHAEL

		MICHAEL
Go on.

PAUSE

		JACKIE
...by Jacqueline, you know, Jackie Marsh.  Chapter One.

PAUSE

		JACKIE
EEEEEiiii!!! (sound of tires squealing like kids make)
The Buick Regal hit the endless curve and lost control. 
Sparks lit the black nowhere country side revealing a
house.  The car flipped as it reemed through the front
yard.  A man came flying out of the car as it exploded
in a whosh of fire.
	A fat woman tumbled out the burning house -
her nightgown in flames.  Her shinny husband crawled
after down the front steps looking for his glasses 
among the shards of broken glass on the front lawn. 
Minnie and Wallace Meany.   Sirens and flashing
lights.
	The driver of the car was being body bagged
when from behind the house came the sound of crying. 
A fireman ran around back and screamed, "Christ, it's
a goddamed baby".  They put the baby into the
ambulance with Minnie and Wallace - and even
though he couldn't see a thing Wallace said, "Geez, is
that a baby".  "Yeah, isn't it yours?", asked the
fireman.  "No, me and Minnie...", trailed off Wallace.
	It seemed nobody could figure out where the
baby came from.  It wasn't from the Buick Regal and 
it couldn't be from the house.  Police came up with this
official explanation: it materialized out of thin air. 
Minnie and Wallace were childless in their middle age
- and at the insistence of Wallace they adopted the baby
girl and called Little Minnie or as the townies called
her, Mini Minnie.
	Wallace quit his job at the spray paint factory,
bought a big RV and the Meany trio drove south to the
Florida swamplands living off the insurance money.
	As Little Minnie grew up, she spent most of
her time with the Wallace - fishing together everyday
in the gulf far away or in the swampy lake areas nearby. 
Big Minnie worked as a beautician in a senior
citizen's center and took up duck pin bowling.  
	The real trouble started when Little Mini got to
be a teenager.  Big Minnie got too fat to go out of the
house so Wallace got a job selling baseball uniforms to
little league teams across the country.  Big Minnie sat
in bed and yelled for her food and made Little Minnie
go to the Mall to rent videos for her.
	Little Minnie was walking home from the Mall
late one night when a voice came from the bullrushes:
"Minnie, Mini Minnie!, I know where you came from
Mini Minnie."  Minnie was always tortured by not
knowing where she came from... so  she she crept into
the weeds.   "You know where I came from?" asked
Minnie.   "I do, I do", said the voice.  "Please, tell me". 
"I will tell you but you must let me get close to you." 
Just then a dark figure grabbed Minnie and pulled her
to the ground.  "If you want to tell you must let me do
whatever I want to you".  "No, please, can't you just
tell me?"  "No, I need the inspiration.  I really need it!
Bad!"  So Minnie gave in.   He did whatever he wanted
to her - awful unspeakable things... but worse was what 
he said to her. "Your mother had many children
before she had you.  She would lay before any man at
anytime and was always having babies... But she hated
the children and she needed to hide her pregnancies
from her foolish husband.  She hid them by getting
really fat.  And when the babies were born she didn't
know what to do with the babies.. but being hungy all
the time she ate them."  "Oh, no, no", screamed Little
Mini.  "Yes, yes, that's what she did.  Until one night
when she was having her last baby there was a car
crash that stopped her from eating her baby.  It crawled
away during the confusion".  "You mean Minnie is my
real mother!".  "Yes" , hissed the voice as he violated
her over and over again.  "No, she can't be!" screamed
Minnie.
	The dark figure ran off leaving Minnie lying in
the swamp.  She got up and went out to the road and
hitchhiked away.  
	She worked her way north as a topless go-go
dancer, she was always atheletic. When she returned to
her old town she used a phoney name and danced at the
BANG A GONG TAVERN. 
	After many nights Minnie finally found the
sight of the old Meany house.  She dug through the
burned timbers.  In the basement, beneath a charred
chrome BUICK REGAL insignia, she found a pile of
baby bones.  It was a horrible but brilliant..  She
laughed and cried... and began at the moment her quest
to bring Big Mini to justice.  She worked her back  to
Florida dancing at the same clubs along the way.
  			But she started having an
awful dream.  She was locked in a room with her twin
and there was a monster outside.  The monster wanted
to kill them.  And every time Mini would convince her
twin sister to go out to be killed, to satisfy the monster. 
Every night she would wake up screaming and crying
in guilt from her dream.  It was so awful that it even
began to hurt her dancing.  She would wiggle so
fiercely it scared the men in the clubs.  The owners
would warn her but she would reply: "I can't control
my dreams!!!". 
	When she got back home she hid in the swamp
until Big Minnie was alone in the house.
	Little Minnie burst in the front door.  Big
Minnie screamed: "Where have you been?   You never
came back with my videos or my food". Little Minnie
rushed at the huge woman in a fury.  Little Mini 
grabbed Big Minnie's face and screamed: I have
something for you to eat!  Mother.!!!"  Little Minie
pulled from her purse a bag of all the baby bones she
had collected in the basement and pinned Big Minnie
down and shoved all the baby bones down her throat. 
Big Minnie screamed and fought but she was no match
for the righteous anger of Mini Minnie.  Big Miniie
died - choked on the bones of her children.  Little Mini
ran away to Miami where she worked in clubs for
months.  And every night she dreamt of her twin.
	At the end of the summer Little Minnie came
to see Wallace.  She found him sitting on the porch
watching baseball on a TV he held in his lap.  When he
heard her coming he jumped up and they hugged each
other crying.   Wallace begged her to stay.  Minnie was
guilty because she had killed his wife but she finally
agreed.  She didn't tell him that she knew all about her
past or that she killed Big Minnie or how she had made
her money on her travels.  She didn't think he would
understand.
	So life went on for a while with Little Mini
living with Wallce.  She worked at Bob's Big Boy. 
They went fishing alot... like in the old days.
	But she kept having her dream - over and over
about her twin sister... until one night the dream
changed.  Instead of being in the locked room she and
her sister were unborn twins in Big Minnie's womb. 
Through the walls of Big Minnie's body she could hear
fighting... between Wallace and Big Minnie.  Her twin
was really scared and stuck her little fingers in her
little ears but Little Minnie listened.  And it was
strange but in the dream Big Minnie was scared and
begged and begged but Wallace was real mean and
said he wouldn't have children around.  They would
have to die.  Little Minnie got real scared as she looked
over and saw her twin huddled in the corner.  But she
knew there was only one way for her to live... so she
went over and talked to her twin.  She calmed her
down and told her that she should go out and
everything would be OK.  He twin sister was so scared
that she agreed to go.
	In the dream her sister was born and Little
Minnie hid inside Big Minnie listening to Wallace kill
her sister.  Later that night when Big Minnie was
passed out from crying Little Minnie snuck out of Big
Minnie and was born secretly.  She crawled into the
walls of the house and hid.  She lived there for months - 
late at night she would sneak out and eat from the
leftover food.  It was very lonely living in the walls of
the house.  That is, until the night of the crash. 
EEEEIIIII!!!!   
	Right at that moment Little Minnie woke up
and standing over her was Wallace.  Smiling at her.  It
was dark but she knew what he wanted.  She was
afraid now that she knew what Wallace was really like
so tried to act like she was asleep.  But Wallace was
very crafty.  He came closer and whispered: "I know
what you've been dreaming."  When Little Minnie
heard this she jumped up.  Wallace tried to hold her
but she grabbed his glasses and broke them.  She ran
outside and hid in the dark
	Wallace stood on the porch laughing like a
maniac.   "Come back!  Come back and dance for me
Minnie - dance for me like you dance for all those
men!"
 			"You and me, we're the same,
Minnie.  We're killers.  You killed your twin sister. 
I know all about it.  And I know you killed Big Minnie -
poor old fat Big Minnie.   Come back and be with me -
we can be happy!  You knew all about us... you
always knew.  You know you were almost a year old
when you were found during that fire.  You know you
lived in the walls of our house.  It all adds up - you
were good at math in school, I know.  Come back to
me."  Minnie cried, "I'll never come near you!  I would
rather be dead".  "But you already have, Minnie, don't
you remember that night in the swamp when I told you
where you came from"  "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" 
cried Minnie.  And in a voice that Minnie remembered
Wallace continued hissing: "I know where you came
from!"  "NOOOO!" screamed Mini.  "YESSSSSS!!! 
Now, be a good girl and come to daddy!"
	Minnie turned and ran out ot the road.  She
quickly hitched a ride... but this time she headed west. 
The place where people go to forget.  She go-go
danced her way west.  END OF CHAPTER ONE.

LONG PAUSE

		MICHAEL
Christ.....

		JACKIE
What...?

		MICHAEL
That's a children's story?

		JACKIE
Yeah.  Didn't you like it?

		MICHAEL
It was great... but...

		JACKIE
What?

		MICHAEL
It was so grown-up - You know, topless bars, car
crashes...

		JACKIE
Have you ever read the Grimm brothers?

		MICHAEL
I mean... not  lately.

		JACKIE
You should.  Pretty heavy stuff...

		MICHAEL
Topless bars?

		JACKIE
Worse... much worse.

		MICHAEL
Huh...

PAUSE

		MICHAEL
But that was wonderful.

		JACKIE
I have fun doing it - I guess that's what's important. 
You know?

JACKIE puts her notebook back into the low chest

		MICHAEL
Well, I think it's important to do something with your 
work - have people read it.

		JACKIE
I guess.

		MICHAEL
No, I think you should try to publish.

		JACKIE
Are you kidding?  Really?

		MICHAEL
Through my publisher, the one doing my book, I'm
sure I could hook you up with someone. Now I've been
offered substantial  advances but I will probably hold
out.  See, the longer you refuse to sell the more control
you have over the book. 

MICHAEL stands and moves to the dining table

JACKIE watches him sadly perplexed

		MICHAEL
They'll say they love your book but then they buy it
and then you find out they just wanted the title or the
stuff about girls... See I've been working with big
publishers for years - I think I'm ready to do this.  But
I've told them I won't do talk shows - I hate those
things - I would never do Letterman.   He doesn't get it
- I won't ever become part of the problem.   I'll be able
to handle success - I won't be another John Belushi - he
wasn't ready and it killed him...  Maybe I'll do radio
interviews...  No TV.  That's death....


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