Cluster 217
“In In this script, in the Red Lion after work, Shazza playfully pretends she can” (7 conversations)
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1 turn Jul 14, 2023 at 11:08 PM BST United Kingdom , Renfrewshire
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In In this script, in the Red Lion after work, some colleagues relax with a few drinks. Shazza playfully pretends she can hypnotize Dave, who helplessly lets her talk him down into blissful mindless docilty. She focuses his attention on her sandalled feet. He follows some commands.
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INT. RED LION - EVENING The Red Lion pub is bustling with colleagues unwinding after a long day of work. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses fills the air. Among them are SHAZZA, a vivacious and mischievous woman, and DAVE, an easygoing and playful guy. Shazza, with a playful glint in her eyes, leans in towards Dave. SHAZZA (whispering) Hey, Dave. Want to see a little trick of mine? DAVE (chuckles) Oh, come on, Shazza. You know I'm always up for some fun. Show me what you got! Shazza smirks and places her hands on either side of Dave's face, staring deep into his eyes. SHAZZA (with a hypnotic tone) Dave, just focus on my voice and nothing else. Let your mind relax as I guide you. You are feeling more and more relaxed...as if all your worries are melting away... Dave's expression changes, his facial muscles relaxing, falling under Shazza's spell. DAVE (dazed) Yeah... I feel... relaxed... like everything is just floating away... Shazza releases her hold on Dave's face and takes a step back, observing her success with a hint of pride. SHAZZA Now, Dave, I want you to look at my feet. They're so captivating, so mesmerizing. Your eyes can't help but follow them. Dave's gaze drops to Shazza's sandaled feet, his eyes fixated on them. DAVE (obediently) I...I can't look away. Your feet...they have this strange power over me. Shazza grins mischievously, enjoying the control she has over Dave. SHAZZA Good, Dave. Now, on the count of three, you will cluck like a chicken. Completely and utterly convinced that you are, in fact, a chicken. Ready? DAVE (nods) Ready. Shazza raises her hand, counting down with each finger. SHAZZA One... two... three! Dave suddenly starts clucking like a chicken, flapping his arms as if they were wings. The pub erupts into delighted laughter. Shazza continues to give Dave playful commands, laughing at his blissful mindlessness. As their colleagues watch and join in the laughter, Shazza revels in her successful playful hypnotism of Dave, the life of the party. FADE OUT.