Three Wishes

CAST:
JOHN SMITH
EDWARD HEATH
BORIS
GENIE
 
FADE IN:
 
EXT. DESERTED ISLAND - DAY
 
EDWARD (27), a tall lean man, wearing a simple polo T-shirt, summer trousers and a flat cap, slowly walks to the stage. He takes a cellphone out of his pocket, switches on the camera mode and holds it in front of his face.
 
EDWARD
Today an airplane Emu 777, flying
from Dubai to Auckland, lost its
way and fell ungracefully into the
depth of Indian ocean. Five hundred
people died.
(beat)
I was saved by friendly waves and
brought to this unknown shore. I am
Edward Heath from Liverpool - the
only survivor.
 
Looks around.
 
EDWARD (CONT’D)
The weather is beautiful.
 
John (35), a stocky, pinkish guy wearing shorts and I Love New York T-shirt comes running and waving hands.
 
JOHN
Hey, mister! Hey, you!
 
Edward looks at him shocked.
 
EDWARD
Are you talking to me?
 
JOHN
(panting)
Well, is there anyone else around?
 
EDWARD
I don’t believe so. Are you local?
 
JOHN
(proudly pointing at his T-shirt)
No, I’m American. John Smith.
 
He extends his hand. Edward shakes it carefully.
 
EDWARD
Edward Heath.
 
John looks around.
 
JOHN
So, no signs of the airplane, yeah?
 
EDWARD
Sank to the bottom of the ocean.
 
JOHN
Unbelievable! How will we get home
now?
 
EDWARD
Do you live in Auckland?
 
JOHN
No, it was a business trip. But
with airplanes falling like this,
what business can be done?
 
EDWARD
Indeed. What to do? We have to wait
for a rescue crew.
 
JOHN
It’s bloody hot here. Let’s explore
the area.
 
EDWARD
It looks like a desert.
 
BORIS(33), a medium-size, laid-back man, wearing telnyashka - Russian Navy striped shirt and military pants, approaches John and Edward from the back.
 
BORIS
It is a desert.
 
John and Edward are startled.
 
JOHN AND EDWARD
Who are you?
 
BORIS
I’m Boris. I’m Russian.
 
JOHN
(looks scared)
Are we in Russia?
 
BORIS
I wish we were. But, no. This is an
island. And not a good one. It has
no food, and no water.
 
EDWARD
No water?
 
BORIS
No. It has only one tree.
(points to the back)
Our only shadow.
 
JOHN
That’s awful. I hope, the rescue
crew will be here soon.
 
EDWARD
Oh God! We’ll die!
 
BORIS
Not so soon. I have vodka with me.
Lets go sit under the tree.
 
EDWARD
But we don’t have water!
 
BORIS
Who needs water when we have vodka!
 
John and Edward follow Boris to the tree. They shake hands, introducing themselves.
 
EDWARD
Edward.
 
JOHN
John.
 
Three men sit under the tree. Boris takes a bottle and three glasses from the backpack. He pours vodka in the glasses.
 
EDWARD
How come you have three glasses?
 
BORIS
It’s a good Russian tradition.
 
John makes a move to drink his shot. Boris hits his hand.
 
BORIS (CONT’D)
We are civilized people. We don’t
drink without making a toast.
 
JOHN
Cheers.
 
BORIS
No. Our first toast is to getting
know each other.
 
Three men drinks their shots. Boris pours more vodka.
 
BORIS (CONT’D)
Our second toast is to health.
 
Everybody drinks. Boris pours more vodka.
 
BORIS (CONT’D)
Our third toast is to our parents.
 
JOHN
We have different parents.
 
BORIS
May be, you’re right. We should
have separate shots to each of our
parent.
 
Men drink three more shots.
 
EDWARD
It goes fast. How much left?
 
BORIS
Don’t worry. There’s enough for all
of you. To those whom we love!
 
EDWARD
I miss my home!
 
JOHN
I miss my family.
 
They drink. They feel dizzy. Boris pours more vodka.
 
EDWARD
I can’t take it anymore.
 
JOHN
Is your bottle bottomless, or what?
I won’t drink.
 
Boris rises looking menacingly at John.
 
BORIS
Do you respect me, Johnny?
 
JOHN
(feeling uneasy)
I respect you, Boris.
 
Boris pours last vodka into three glasses.
 
EDWARD
To our rescue!
 
Three men stand up, join their glasses, then drink. Their legs shake, they stagger and then sit down. Boris drops his head on his chest and passes out.
 
Next moment the light fades, and we hear a SUDDEN EXPLOSIVE NOISE, as the discharge of the gun. GENE, old, wearing a colorful robe, comfy slippers and a turban comes out of the bottle.
 
GENIE
Thanks for letting me out, fellows.
I am the Genie of the Bottle and I
can grant you three wishes.
 
Edward and John stare at Genie for a moment, they don’t believe their luck.
 
EDWARD
I want to go home to Liverpool.
 
Genie claps his hands, and Edward twirls away from the island.
 
JOHN
I want to go home to New York.
 
Genie claps his hands and John twirls away in different direction, out of sight. Boris wakes up and looks around. Genie stands beside him, waiting patiently.
 
BORIS
Where is everybody?
 
GENIE
I’ve sent them home, my friend.
Your wish is the last one.
 
BORIS
Bring them back. We had a good
time.
 
John and Edward twirl back to the tree. Genie disappears.
 
BORIS (CONT’D)
Hi, guys! Good to see you again.
 
FADE OUT.

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