Movie Scripts by Martina

ALICE (cont.)

Down again.

Alice shrinks to two feet high, drags her clothes behind

again, runs to the door, puts the key in the lock, opens it

and steps into…

EXT. A GARDEN IN UNDERLAND – DAY

…a fantastical world. tjnderland is bizarre, illogical, often

dangerous, absurd, and strangely beautiful. The garden is

brown and tangled, its statues broken and overgrown, the mossy

fountain is silent. Alice hears a bellow/sneezing sound as a

GREEN PIG dashes past. The TALL FLOWERS have gaunt, haunted

HUMAN FACES. A LIZARD/BADGER with a corkscrew nose pokes it

into a log in a search for food. SHABBY, THIN BIRDS walk on

stalk legs past a bench where a fat DUCHESS sits rocking a PIG

like a baby. DRAGONFLIES, HORSEFLIES and ENORMOUS GNATS do

fierce battle in the sky above. Alice is transfixed, not by

fear, but fascination.

ALICE

Curiouser and curiouser.

WHITE RABBIT

I told you she’s the right

Alice.

She turns to see A DODO BIRD with eye glasses and a walking

stick, a female DORMOUSE in breeches; a DUCKBILLED PLATYPUS,

the WHITE RABBIT and two round BOYS with their arms thrown

over each others shoulders. They all study her critically.

THE DORMOUSE

I’m not convinced.

The White Rabbit throws up his hands.

WHITE RABBIT

Well, that’s gratitude for you! You

cannot know how difficult it was to

find her. Trailing one Alice after

the next for weeks on end…not to

mention almost being eaten by large

drooling creatures waving meat

cleavers at me. And you would not

believe how uncivilized the animals

WHITE RABBIT (CONT.)

are up there. They wander around entirely

unclothed, growling and barking and

yipping. And they do their.. .ahem…

shukm in public. Can you imagine? I

had to avert my eyes! I’m still very

upset by the entire experience.

THE DODO

Let’s have a look at her.

The Dodo removes his glasses to study Alice.

THE DODO

She could be the right Alice.

The TWEEDLES have Dee and Dum embroidered on their collars.

TWEEDLEDEE

And if she was, she might be.

TWEEDLEDUM

But if she isn’t, she ain’t.

TWEEDLEDEE

But if she were so, she would be.

TWEEDLEDUM

But she isn’t. Nohow.

ALICE

But you don’t even know me.

Dum shakes her hand, speaking very fast.

TWEEDLEDEE

How d’ye do? I’m Tweedleehe’s

Tweedledum.

TWEEDLEDUM

Contrariwise. I ‘mTweedledum

he ‘sTweedledee.

TWE EDLEDUM

And who are you?

ALICE

Alice.

He points an accusing finger at her.

TWEEDLEDtJM

Wrong!

Dee shakes her hand.

TWEEDLEDEE

How dye do? Wrong Alice.

ALICE

How can I be the ‘wrong Alice”

when this is dream?

DOflO

We should consult the Oraculum.

THE PLATYPUS

Eggsactually.

TWEEDLEDEE

I’ll fetch it.

Tweedledee runs off.

TWEEflLEDUT1

No. I will.

Tweedledum grabs him and pulls him back.

TWEEDLEDEE

No, I will!

Dum grabs flee and drags him back. Then flee drags flum, then flum

drags flee. This goes on, neither of them getting anywhere.

DORMOUSE

Omaque, fetch the Oraculum.

There’s a good duck.

The Platypus goes off while the Tweedles still tussle.

TWEEDLEDEE

Leave of f!

TWEEDLEDUIVI

Let go!

TWEEDLEDEE

Not now! Nohowl

ALICE

(to the Rabbit)

Are they always this way?

WHITE RABBIT

Family trait.

The Platypus returns carrying an ancient PARCHMENT, yellowed

with age and rolled into a SCROLL. He places it with great

reverence on a broken pedestal. Alice reads the title.

ALICE

“The Oraculum: Being a Calendrical

Compendium of tJnderland’

The Dodo unrolls the scroll. It’s a timeline depicting the

major events of each day. Every day has a title and an

illustration.

ALICE

It’s a calendar.

THE DODO

Compendium. It tells of each and

every day since the Beginning.

You see, here is Griblig Day…in

the Time of the Bloody Queen.

Dee points to the illustration.

TWEEDLEDEE

That being today. Griblig.

TWEEDLEDUM

I thought today was being

Quillian.

THE DORMOUSE

It’s Griblig. Tomorrow’s Quillian.

PLATYPUS

Eggsactually.

Alice looks at the illustration. It shows all of the animals

peering at the Oraculum, at that exact moment.

ALICE

Curious.

THE DORMOUSE

In Underland, we have a name

for every day.

ALICE

So do we. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday…

WHITE RABBIT

But ours never repeat.

ALICE

The names never repeat?

DODO

Why would they when no day is

ever the same?

ALICE

But don’t you get confused?

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