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Laurel · 09-23-2002, 08:38 PM

This is the beginning of a story that I'm currently working on.

Eager to attend a college pot party, Danny Partridge and Peter Brady steal a car -- with tragic consequences for UCLA law student Wally Cleaver. This story features characters from "Leave it to Beaver," "The Partridge Family," "The Brady Bunch," "Adam-12," "CHiPS," "The Rookies," and "Medical Center."

FADE-IN:

SCENE: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

TIME: FEBRUARY

EXT. - STRATHMORE AVENUE - DAY

Danny Partridge speeds along Strathmore Avenue in a red jaguar XKE. He darts past a stop sign, and Peter Brady, his passenger, grabs onto the dashboard as Danny careens around a corner. A Los Angeles Police Department cruiser, patrolling Strathmore, follows them with its siren blaring.

PETER: Pull over, Danny! We've had it!

DANNY: Where's your sense of adventure, Peter? I can outrun a cop cruiser easy.

Peter looks petrified.

PETER: Just pull over! I lost my sense of advenutre when you hit that guy in the parking lot. You should have stopped and made sure he was okay.

Danny slows the jaguar down and looks for a place to pull over. He glares at Peter.

DANNY: Just keep your trap shut about hitting that guy. I don't need Detective Wallace finding out about this little joy ride.

Danny stops the car and the police cruiser pulls in behind them. Two uniformed policemen get out of the cruiser. Officer Pete Malloy approaches the drivers' side of the jaguar and peers down at Danny.

PETE MALLOY: Do you have any idea how fast you were going, Son?

Danny shrugs his shoulders.

DANNY: Fifty or sixty miles per hour I guess.

PETE MALLOY: Sixty-five in a thirty-per-mile-an-hour zone. And you ran a stop sign. Better be a little more careful. May I see your drivers' license and proof of registration please.

Danny pulls his drivers license from his wallet and hands it to Officer Malloy. Malloy studies the license.

PETE MALLOY: Proof of registration please.

PETER: We don't exactly have that, Officer. The car belongs to my old man.

Officer Malloy looks over at the passenger and he grins.

PETE MALLOY: Is that so, Peter? Your, uh, "Old Man" should have his registration attached to his sun visor. Flip it down, please.

PETER: We can't. It's, um, broken.

JIM REED: Pete!

Officer Jim Reed motions to Malloy from the passenger side of the police cruiser. Malloy continues to write out a ticket.

PETE MALLOY: Mister Partridge, you've had this license for exactly six months. This your correct address?

DANNY: Yes, sir. I live in San Pueblo.

PETE MALLOY: What are you doing in Los Angeles?

PETER: He's visiting me, Officer Malloy. I go to UCLA.

PETE MALLOY: I'm aware of that, Peter. I arrested you at a pot party about two weeks ago.

JIM REED (impatiently): Hey, Pete!

PETE MALLOY: You two wait right here.

Pete Malloy leaves the jaguar and approaches Jim Reed.

JIM REED: What kind of story are they giving you, Pete?

PETE MALLOY: I'm not sure. At first I thought it was two kids on a joy ride. But one of them is Peter Brady, and he looks ashen.

JIM REED: Peter Brady?

PETE MALLOY: The mouthy kid at the pot party we busted two weeks ago.

Jim Reed smiles.

JIM REED: Oh, yeah. I remember him. Who's the other kid?

Pete glances at Danny's drivers license.

PETE MALLOY: Danny Partridge. He lives in San Pueblo.

Jim looks serious.

JIM REED: Then niether one is Robert S. Conway?

PETE MALLOY: Who's Robert S. Conway?

JIM REED:; The owner of the car. It's a Pacoima Stolen, Pete. Conway reported it taken from his driveway at seven-four-three-nine-eight Valley Vista View Drive in Pacoima about forty-five minutes ago.

Pete Malloy looks concerned.

PETE MALLOY: What are these two kids doing in Robert S. Conway's car?

JIM REED: I don't know, Pete. But CHP reports that a hit and run took place two blocks from here about ten minutes ago. A UCLA campus security guard saw the accident happen and ID'd this car as the one that hit the victim.

Pete Malloy lets out a low whistle.

PETE MALLOY: That explains why the Brady boy looks so pale. How bad is the victim?

Jim Reed shakes his head.

JIM REED: CHP said it doesn't look like he's going to make it.

Pete Malloy hangs his head.

PETE MALLOY: Oh, boy. Call impound, Jim. I'm going to look at the front grill of the car and see if there's any damage, and we'll transport these kids to the station.

Officer Malloy returns to the jaguar and walks around to the front of it. He notices some scratches, a dent and what appears to be a piece of clothing stuck in the grill of the car. He nods to Officer Reed. Reed approaches the passenger side of the jaguar.

OFFICER REED: Passenger, please exit the car.

Peter pales even more as he opens the passenger door and steps from the car.

PETER: I think I'm going to be sick.

Officer Reed begins reading the Miranda rights to Peter as Officer Malloy approaches Danny on the driver's side of the car.

PETE MALLOY: You want to step out of the car please?

Danny exits the car.

DANNY: What's this all about, Officer? You don't arrest a guy for going through a stop sign.

PETE MALLOY: You aren't being arrested for running a stop sign, Son. The charges are a '487' and a '480'.

DANNY: What's that?

PETE MALLOY: Grand theft, auto and hit and run.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. - CLEAVER HOUSE, 211 PINE STREET, MAYFIELD - NIGHT

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. - DEN - NIGHT

Ward Cleaver sits at his desk and places a check and a payment stub in an envelope. He seals the envelope as June, his wife, frantically runs into the room.

JUNE: Ward, a police car just pulled into our driveway!

Ward appears nonchalant.

WARD: Relax, June. It's probably Sergeant Medford bringing over some literature about the new juvenile recreation center programs. He wanted me to review them before the committee meeting on Thursday.

June is not appeased.

JUNE: I don't know, Ward -- I have a feeling of dread about Wally that's been gnawing at me all day.

Ward stands up and consoles June.

WARD: Dear, you're still adjusting to the fact that our oldest son moved to California and married a girl who taught him to -- what did he call it?

JUNE: 'Boogey board.'

WARD: Yes, 'boogey board.'

JUNE: Why couldn't Wally have stayed in Mayfield and married Mary Ellen Rogers? At least we know her parents.

WARD: Dear, the time to voice your opinion about Wally's choice of a wife was six months ago -- on their wedding day. You know, the part about 'does anyboyd know why these two should not be married?'

June smiles.

JUNE: Oh, Ward! How would that have looked?

The doorbell rings and we follow Ward and June to

INT. - FOYER - NIGHT

Ward opens the front door.

WARD: Sergeant Medford! Good to see you.

Ward motions toward the living room.

WARD: Please come in. You know my wife, June. I suppose you want to discuss the recreation center programs.

Sergeant Medford enters the house, looking quite grim.

SERGEANT MEDFORD: I'm afraid my call isn't a social one, Mister Cleaver. I have some ... news about your son.

WARD: Beaver? Is he in some kind of trouble up at State U?

June walks ahead of Ward and Sergeant Medford to

INT. - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

June braces herself against a chair as she sees Sergeant Medford's solemn expression.

JUNE: It's Wally, isn't it? Something happened to Wally!

Sergeant Medford removes his police cap and fingers it uncomfortably.

SERGEANT MEDFORD: The California Highway Patrol contacted us about fifteen minutes ago. Your son, Wallace, was injured in an automobile accident on the UCLA campus this afternoon.

June collapses into a chair, letting out a wail he likes of which Ward has never heard before. He rushes to comfort her.

JUNE: He's dead, isn't he? My son is dead.

WARD: There, there, June. Wally's not dead.

June begins to sob.

JUNE: He is, Ward. I know he is. I've had a feeling all day.

Sergeant Medford sits on a sofa across from June and Ward.

SERGEANT MEDFORD: He's not dead, Mrs. Cleaver. The CHP officer I spoke to -- Francis Poncherello -- said your son was rushed to UCLA Medical Center. But I'm afraid Officer Poncherello didn't know the extent of Wally's injuries.

WARD: Do you know how the accident happen, Sergeant Medford?

SERGEANT MEDFORD: I don't know the details, Mister Cleaver. Only what Officer Poncherello told me.

WARD: What about Sallie -- Wally's wife. Was she with him when the accident happened?

Sergeant Medford shakes his head.

SERGEANT MEDFORD: Officer Poncherello contacted her and brought her to the hospital. He said she was pretty distraught.

Sergeant Medford stands up.

SERGEANT MEDFORD: I can arrange for a flight out to Los Angeles for you and Mrs. Cleaver, Ward.

WARD: Yes. We would be most appreciative, Sergeant Medford.

June composes herself.

JUNE: Yes. Wally will need us. And Beaver -- you'll have to call Beaver, Ward. He and Wally were always so close. I'm sure he'll want to fly out to Los Angeles too.

TO BE CONTINUED...

FOL85NatandMrsGRock · 11-06-2002, 05:51 PM

type up some more!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Laurel · 11-28-2002, 12:17 PM

DISSOLVE TO:

WAITING ROOM, UCLA MEDICAL CENTER - NIGHT

Officer Francis "Ponch" Poncherello enters the room with two styrofoam cups of coffee. He hands one to Sallie Cleaver, who sips the coffee.

SALLIE: Thank you.

Ponch sits next to Sallie on a couch.

SALLIE: Are you married, Officer Poncherello?

Ponch shakes his head.

PONCH: Haven't met the right girl yet. I guess I'm too picky.

SALLIE: You have a right to be choosy. I've been married to Wally for six months, and I truly believed that I would never marry! We met on a beach in Venice -- I was teaching him how to surf. He was a natural -- for a midwestern boy. I always kidded him about that.

PONCH: Sounds like a whirlwind romance.

Sallie smiles.

SALLIE: It sure was. A few weeks later Wally started an internship at my father's law firm, and we fell in love. I met his parents, and we planned our wedding.

Sallie wipes tears from her eyes.

SALLIE: I can't imagine life without Wally. One month I wasn't dating anyone, and the next I was planning my wedding!

Officer Jon Baker, Ponch's partner, enters the room.

PONCH: Any word?

JON BAKER: Doctor Gannon just came out of surgery.

Sallie stares at Jon, half dreading the answer.

SALLIE: Wally?

JON BAKER: In recovery.

Ponch lets out a sigh of relief.

PONCH: That will be a great relief to his parents when they get here.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. - CENTRAL DIVISION, LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT - NIGHT

Officer Pete Malloy sits at a desk and fills out paper work. Danny Partridge and Peter Brady slump in two chairs across from him as Officer Jim Reed enters the room.

JIM REED: It's awful quiet in here, Pete. I guess "The Mouth" doesn't have much to say tonight.

PETE MALLOY: Yeah. Brady's being a real gentleman. Hit and run charges have a way of quieting him right down.

Officer Reed grins.

JIM REED: Well, I have some news that will rile you up, Peter. Your father is here to pick you up.

Peter reluctantly gets up from his chair.

PETER: My Old Man? How angry is he, Officer Reed?

JIM REED: On a scale of one-to-ten, ten being most angry, I'd say a fifteen.

PETER: Man, I'm dead.

Peter extends his hands toward Officer Reed.

PETER: Put the handcuffs back on and take me to jail.

JIM REED: Sorry, Son.

PETER: See ya, Danny

Officer Reed escorts Peter from the room.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

09-23-2002, 08:38 PM	#1
Laurel "Lauriebelle" Occasional Poster Join Date: Sep 20, 2002 Location: Pennsylvania Posts: 80	Pacoima Stolen This is the beginning of a story that I'm currently working on. Eager to attend a college pot party, Danny Partridge and Peter Brady steal a car -- with tragic consequences for UCLA law student Wally Cleaver. This story features characters from "Leave it to Beaver," "The Partridge Family," "The Brady Bunch," "Adam-12," "CHiPS," "The Rookies," and "Medical Center." FADE-IN: SCENE: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA TIME: FEBRUARY EXT. - STRATHMORE AVENUE - DAY Danny Partridge speeds along Strathmore Avenue in a red jaguar XKE. He darts past a stop sign, and Peter Brady, his passenger, grabs onto the dashboard as Danny careens around a corner. A Los Angeles Police Department cruiser, patrolling Strathmore, follows them with its siren blaring. PETER: Pull over, Danny! We've had it! DANNY: Where's your sense of adventure, Peter? I can outrun a cop cruiser easy. Peter looks petrified. PETER: Just pull over! I lost my sense of advenutre when you hit that guy in the parking lot. You should have stopped and made sure he was okay. Danny slows the jaguar down and looks for a place to pull over. He glares at Peter. DANNY: Just keep your trap shut about hitting that guy. I don't need Detective Wallace finding out about this little joy ride. Danny stops the car and the police cruiser pulls in behind them. Two uniformed policemen get out of the cruiser. Officer Pete Malloy approaches the drivers' side of the jaguar and peers down at Danny. PETE MALLOY: Do you have any idea how fast you were going, Son? Danny shrugs his shoulders. DANNY: Fifty or sixty miles per hour I guess. PETE MALLOY: Sixty-five in a thirty-per-mile-an-hour zone. And you ran a stop sign. Better be a little more careful. May I see your drivers' license and proof of registration please. Danny pulls his drivers license from his wallet and hands it to Officer Malloy. Malloy studies the license. PETE MALLOY: Proof of registration please. PETER: We don't exactly have that, Officer. The car belongs to my old man. Officer Malloy looks over at the passenger and he grins. PETE MALLOY: Is that so, Peter? Your, uh, "Old Man" should have his registration attached to his sun visor. Flip it down, please. PETER: We can't. It's, um, broken. JIM REED: Pete! Officer Jim Reed motions to Malloy from the passenger side of the police cruiser. Malloy continues to write out a ticket. PETE MALLOY: Mister Partridge, you've had this license for exactly six months. This your correct address? DANNY: Yes, sir. I live in San Pueblo. PETE MALLOY: What are you doing in Los Angeles? PETER: He's visiting me, Officer Malloy. I go to UCLA. PETE MALLOY: I'm aware of that, Peter. I arrested you at a pot party about two weeks ago. JIM REED (impatiently): Hey, Pete! PETE MALLOY: You two wait right here. Pete Malloy leaves the jaguar and approaches Jim Reed. JIM REED: What kind of story are they giving you, Pete? PETE MALLOY: I'm not sure. At first I thought it was two kids on a joy ride. But one of them is Peter Brady, and he looks ashen. JIM REED: Peter Brady? PETE MALLOY: The mouthy kid at the pot party we busted two weeks ago. Jim Reed smiles. JIM REED: Oh, yeah. I remember him. Who's the other kid? Pete glances at Danny's drivers license. PETE MALLOY: Danny Partridge. He lives in San Pueblo. Jim looks serious. JIM REED: Then niether one is Robert S. Conway? PETE MALLOY: Who's Robert S. Conway? JIM REED:; The owner of the car. It's a Pacoima Stolen, Pete. Conway reported it taken from his driveway at seven-four-three-nine-eight Valley Vista View Drive in Pacoima about forty-five minutes ago. Pete Malloy looks concerned. PETE MALLOY: What are these two kids doing in Robert S. Conway's car? JIM REED: I don't know, Pete. But CHP reports that a hit and run took place two blocks from here about ten minutes ago. A UCLA campus security guard saw the accident happen and ID'd this car as the one that hit the victim. Pete Malloy lets out a low whistle. PETE MALLOY: That explains why the Brady boy looks so pale. How bad is the victim? Jim Reed shakes his head. JIM REED: CHP said it doesn't look like he's going to make it. Pete Malloy hangs his head. PETE MALLOY: Oh, boy. Call impound, Jim. I'm going to look at the front grill of the car and see if there's any damage, and we'll transport these kids to the station. Officer Malloy returns to the jaguar and walks around to the front of it. He notices some scratches, a dent and what appears to be a piece of clothing stuck in the grill of the car. He nods to Officer Reed. Reed approaches the passenger side of the jaguar. OFFICER REED: Passenger, please exit the car. Peter pales even more as he opens the passenger door and steps from the car. PETER: I think I'm going to be sick. Officer Reed begins reading the Miranda rights to Peter as Officer Malloy approaches Danny on the driver's side of the car. PETE MALLOY: You want to step out of the car please? Danny exits the car. DANNY: What's this all about, Officer? You don't arrest a guy for going through a stop sign. PETE MALLOY: You aren't being arrested for running a stop sign, Son. The charges are a '487' and a '480'. DANNY: What's that? PETE MALLOY: Grand theft, auto and hit and run. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. - CLEAVER HOUSE, 211 PINE STREET, MAYFIELD - NIGHT DISSOLVE TO: INT. - DEN - NIGHT Ward Cleaver sits at his desk and places a check and a payment stub in an envelope. He seals the envelope as June, his wife, frantically runs into the room. JUNE: Ward, a police car just pulled into our driveway! Ward appears nonchalant. WARD: Relax, June. It's probably Sergeant Medford bringing over some literature about the new juvenile recreation center programs. He wanted me to review them before the committee meeting on Thursday. June is not appeased. JUNE: I don't know, Ward -- I have a feeling of dread about Wally that's been gnawing at me all day. Ward stands up and consoles June. WARD: Dear, you're still adjusting to the fact that our oldest son moved to California and married a girl who taught him to -- what did he call it? JUNE: 'Boogey board.' WARD: Yes, 'boogey board.' JUNE: Why couldn't Wally have stayed in Mayfield and married Mary Ellen Rogers? At least we know her parents. WARD: Dear, the time to voice your opinion about Wally's choice of a wife was six months ago -- on their wedding day. You know, the part about 'does anyboyd know why these two should not be married?' June smiles. JUNE: Oh, Ward! How would that have looked? The doorbell rings and we follow Ward and June to INT. - FOYER - NIGHT Ward opens the front door. WARD: Sergeant Medford! Good to see you. Ward motions toward the living room. WARD: Please come in. You know my wife, June. I suppose you want to discuss the recreation center programs. Sergeant Medford enters the house, looking quite grim. SERGEANT MEDFORD: I'm afraid my call isn't a social one, Mister Cleaver. I have some ... news about your son. WARD: Beaver? Is he in some kind of trouble up at State U? June walks ahead of Ward and Sergeant Medford to INT. - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT June braces herself against a chair as she sees Sergeant Medford's solemn expression. JUNE: It's Wally, isn't it? Something happened to Wally! Sergeant Medford removes his police cap and fingers it uncomfortably. SERGEANT MEDFORD: The California Highway Patrol contacted us about fifteen minutes ago. Your son, Wallace, was injured in an automobile accident on the UCLA campus this afternoon. June collapses into a chair, letting out a wail he likes of which Ward has never heard before. He rushes to comfort her. JUNE: He's dead, isn't he? My son is dead. WARD: There, there, June. Wally's not dead. June begins to sob. JUNE: He is, Ward. I know he is. I've had a feeling all day. Sergeant Medford sits on a sofa across from June and Ward. SERGEANT MEDFORD: He's not dead, Mrs. Cleaver. The CHP officer I spoke to -- Francis Poncherello -- said your son was rushed to UCLA Medical Center. But I'm afraid Officer Poncherello didn't know the extent of Wally's injuries. WARD: Do you know how the accident happen, Sergeant Medford? SERGEANT MEDFORD: I don't know the details, Mister Cleaver. Only what Officer Poncherello told me. WARD: What about Sallie -- Wally's wife. Was she with him when the accident happened? Sergeant Medford shakes his head. SERGEANT MEDFORD: Officer Poncherello contacted her and brought her to the hospital. He said she was pretty distraught. Sergeant Medford stands up. SERGEANT MEDFORD: I can arrange for a flight out to Los Angeles for you and Mrs. Cleaver, Ward. WARD: Yes. We would be most appreciative, Sergeant Medford. June composes herself. JUNE: Yes. Wally will need us. And Beaver -- you'll have to call Beaver, Ward. He and Wally were always so close. I'm sure he'll want to fly out to Los Angeles too. TO BE CONTINUED...

11-06-2002, 05:51 PM	#2
FOL85NatandMrsGRock The Lovable Sarah Senior Member Join Date: Nov 07, 2000 Location: Wisconsin (Same Place Charlotte's From and where That 70's Show takes place!) .... Wish I was in Mayfield USA! Posts: 1,770	type up some more!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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11-28-2002, 12:17 PM	#3
Laurel "Lauriebelle" Occasional Poster Join Date: Sep 20, 2002 Location: Pennsylvania Posts: 80	DISSOLVE TO: WAITING ROOM, UCLA MEDICAL CENTER - NIGHT Officer Francis "Ponch" Poncherello enters the room with two styrofoam cups of coffee. He hands one to Sallie Cleaver, who sips the coffee. SALLIE: Thank you. Ponch sits next to Sallie on a couch. SALLIE: Are you married, Officer Poncherello? Ponch shakes his head. PONCH: Haven't met the right girl yet. I guess I'm too picky. SALLIE: You have a right to be choosy. I've been married to Wally for six months, and I truly believed that I would never marry! We met on a beach in Venice -- I was teaching him how to surf. He was a natural -- for a midwestern boy. I always kidded him about that. PONCH: Sounds like a whirlwind romance. Sallie smiles. SALLIE: It sure was. A few weeks later Wally started an internship at my father's law firm, and we fell in love. I met his parents, and we planned our wedding. Sallie wipes tears from her eyes. SALLIE: I can't imagine life without Wally. One month I wasn't dating anyone, and the next I was planning my wedding! Officer Jon Baker, Ponch's partner, enters the room. PONCH: Any word? JON BAKER: Doctor Gannon just came out of surgery. Sallie stares at Jon, half dreading the answer. SALLIE: Wally? JON BAKER: In recovery. Ponch lets out a sigh of relief. PONCH: That will be a great relief to his parents when they get here. DISSOLVE TO: INT. - CENTRAL DIVISION, LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT - NIGHT Officer Pete Malloy sits at a desk and fills out paper work. Danny Partridge and Peter Brady slump in two chairs across from him as Officer Jim Reed enters the room. JIM REED: It's awful quiet in here, Pete. I guess "The Mouth" doesn't have much to say tonight. PETE MALLOY: Yeah. Brady's being a real gentleman. Hit and run charges have a way of quieting him right down. Officer Reed grins. JIM REED: Well, I have some news that will rile you up, Peter. Your father is here to pick you up. Peter reluctantly gets up from his chair. PETER: My Old Man? How angry is he, Officer Reed? JIM REED: On a scale of one-to-ten, ten being most angry, I'd say a fifteen. PETER: Man, I'm dead. Peter extends his hands toward Officer Reed. PETER: Put the handcuffs back on and take me to jail. JIM REED: Sorry, Son. PETER: See ya, Danny Officer Reed escorts Peter from the room. (TO BE CONTINUED...)