ALICE
That falling dream again.
She looks around. She’s in a round hall lit by lanterns on the
walls and many doors.
ALICE (cont.)
Only I’ve never hit bottom
before.
She tries a door. It’s locked. She tries another one and
another. She knocks.
ALICE (cont.)
Hello? Hello! Anyone there?
No answer. She moves around the hall from door to door,
knocking and calling. Every door locked.
ALICE (cont.)
No way out.
She turns around to see a three-legged glass table with a
little golden key sitting on top. She picks up the key and
tries it in a door. But the key is too small for the lock.
ALICE (cont.)
Too small. But if there’s a key
there must be a lock it fits.
She sees a curtain and pulls it aside to reveal a little door
about two feet high.
ALICE (cont.)
Ah.
She tries the key in the door. It fits. She opens the little
door and bends down to look through to the other side.
THROUGH THE SMALL DOOR
She sees a garden with a fountain. She tries to fit through
the door, but her shoulders get stuck. She pulls back.
Stumped, she goes back to the table and replaces the key. But
now there’s a bottle on the table.
ALICE (cont.)
Was this here before?
She looks at a label. “DRINK ME”.
ALICE (cont.)
Drink me. What if it’s poison?
She sniffs the contents, recoils, puts the bottle down, stares
at it.
ALICE (cont.)
But how can it hurt me if I’m
dreaming?
She picks up the bottle and takes a drink, gags from the
taste. In a moment, she notices that the table is getting
larger.
ALICE (cont.)
Curious. Is the table getting
larger or am I getting smaller?
She’s getting smaller. Alice SHRINKS to two feet high.
HER POV
The doors loom above her. She takes a step, trips on her now-
oversized clothes. Dragging them behind, she tries to open the
door. But it’s still locked. She groans as she realizes.
ALICE (cont.)
I did mt leave the key on
the table I
She runs back to the glass table and looks up. She can see the
golden key through the glass.
ALICE (cont.)
Alice! You are not using your
head!
CUT TO:
ON ALICE – THROUGH A KEYHOLE
We hear VOICES as they watch Alice through a keyhole.
THE DODO (O.S.)
No, she most certainly is not.
THE DORMOUSE (O.S.)
You’d think she would remember all
this from the first time.
THE PLATYPUS (0.5.)
Eggsactually.
THE DORMOUSE (O.S.)
You’ve brought us the wrong Alice.
WHITE RABBIT
She’s the right one. I’m certain
of it.
DODO (O.S.)
Watch to see what she does.
INT. THE ROUND HALL – CONT.
Alice attempts to climb the glass table leg. But she gets
tangled in her too-big clothes and keeps sliding off. She sits
frustrated and now she notices a little box under the table.
She opens it. Inside, there’s a cake with the words “EAT ME”
written out in ornate icing letters.
ALICE
If the drink made me shrink,
then the cake should make me
grow. But then, dreams are
never that logical.
She takes a tiny taste of the cake. Not bad. She takes another
bite. There’s a beat and WHOOSH! Alice shoots up toward the
ceiling. He clothes fit her again, but she keeps growing.
Buttons pop, seams are strained and her skirt gets shorter.
The ceiling gets closer…too close! She squeezes her eyes shut
and stops growing just as her head grazes the ceiling. She
bends down and takes the golden key. Crouching low, she makes
her way to the little door and fits the key in the lock.
ON ALICE – THEIR POV
THE DORMOUSE (0.5.)
She’s the wrong Alice.
PLATYPUS (O.S.)
Eggsactually.
WHITE RABBIT (0.5.)
You haven’t given her a chance.
DODO (0.5.)
If she manages to get through the
door, then we’ll know she’s the
right one.
INT. THE ROUND FLAIL
Alice laughs.
ALICE
Where’s my head?
She goes back to the table and picks up the little bottle.
ALICE (cont.)
Hope there’s enough left.
She takes another drink, shivers from the bad taste and waits.
In a second, she starts to shrink.
