INT. SHERATON HOTEL - DAY
Many PEOPLE, in business attire, sit at round tables, eating a catered lunch.
A banner across the wall reads, “Attilex Games: The future is in his fingers,” and shows
a picture of a little boy’s hands on a video game controller.
WILBUR DAVIDSON, 42, short, burly, plump, stands behind a podium in the center
of the room. On a table beside him is an Attilex video game system.
He clears his throat, making a whale like noise that echoes through the room and causes
a few people to jump in surprise.
He takes out a stack of note cards and reads from them.
(reading every word)
Hello and welcome. Each year at the
Attilex Games company luncheon, the
president, and that would be...
He shuffles through the cards, searching for the next one.
Me... chooses one person to honor
with the Outstanding, Superior,
Excellent Creation Award, an award
I created myself in honor,
originally, I mean, of...
He turns to the next card.
At a table in the audience, FAITH, 24, pretty, long hair, bright eyes, turns to her boyfriend, TYLER, 28, clean-cut, freckle faced, and whispers in his ear.
Is he always like this?
He leans forward, as if letting her in on a big secret.
This is one of his good days.
But, because I got out of the creation
side of games ten years ago, I can no
longer honor myself with the creation
award. At least...
Davidson looks thoughtful, as if considering a new idea.
I don’t think I can. Anyway, I have
already chosen someone else to honor
this year with the award.
(in Faith’s ear)
Tyler points to a tall, lanky man wearing glasses and working at a lap top.
And no. It is not Larry Gallop.
Everyone turns to stare at Larry who is totally oblivious.
This year’s award goes to...
He turns to the next card.
Little Red Riding Hood.
Everyone in the audience looks shocked and confused.
My daughter’s study cards got mixed in.
It actually goes to... Tyler Clark.
Did he really say my name?
Yes, you heard me right. Tyler is the
man. Get up here, Tyler.
Tyler rises and walks to the center of the room. Davidson hands him a large, golden, phallic shaped award.
Congratulations, Tyler. And in honor of...
He turns to the next note card.
Tyler. I am going to have my son,
He motions to BRUNO, small, adorable child in the audience.
Demonstrate Tyler’s latest game.
A huge screen comes down from the ceiling. Bruno walks to the center of the room,
picks up the controller attached to the game system.
Santa appears on the screen. He jumps into a reindeer drawn sleigh full of machine
guns and flies into the air. He sweeps through the sky, bombing houses with tiny, pinecone shaped grenades, and shooting people on the ground below.
Faith looks at Tyler, an expression of despair on her face.
That’s enough, Bruno.
Bruno keeps playing.
I said enough, Bruno.
Bruno glares at his father, then pauses the game.
And that, everyone, is Clark’s newest
game, Sleighing Santa and his Reingear.
Davidson turns to the next note card.
EXT. TYLER’S JEEP - DAY
Tyler drives his green jeep through a busy street in Tysons Corner, Virginia.
INT. TYLER’S JEEP - DAY
Tyler stops at a red light at an intersection. He glances over at Faith, who sits beside
him, her body as far away from him as possible. She looks out the window, her eyes follow a flock of birds.
Tell me already. I can’t stand this silence.
No response. A minute later, she speaks.
The light turns green. He starts driving again.
Why’d you have to exploit Santa?
I didn’t exploit anything. I just had
fun with an old, archaic idea.
Santa isn’t old and archaic.
Tyler smiles mischievously at Faith.
Have you ever seen a young Santa?
You know that’s not what I mean.
Come on, Faith, this game’s gonna
provide a lot of money for us.
Us? What us? You’re talking like
we’re married or something.
Tyler turns into a shopping center parking lot. He parks.
EXT. TYSON’S CORNER MALL - DAY
Faith looks out the window and sees a Tiffany’s sign.
You can’t buy me, Tyler.
I know that. If I could, I wouldn’t
He takes a blindfold out of his pocket.
Do you trust me?
You are not putting that on me.
Would you be willing to do it
Faith just stares at him.
Please, Faith. I have a surprise
for you inside. Trust me, you’ll
Faith takes the blindfold out of his hands and puts it on.
INT. TYSON’S CORNER MALL – DAY
Tyler leads Faith, blind folded, through the chaotic mall. They pass a large Christmas
tree where CHILDREN push and shove one another as they wait to see SANTA, a space ship run by an ELF which advertises that “For only three dollars you can beam a letter to Santa,” and a sleigh where kids can pay “only $2.00 to take a once-in-a-lifetime ride.”
You’re lucky you can’t see this.
A living testimony to the true
meaning of Christmas. A carnival of
He leads Faith through a crowd in the mall.
I hate it when you start talking
like that. Especially when you’re
not seeing clearly.
He turns and looks at Faith, who is still blindfolded.
I’m not seeing clearly?
Yes. You’re missing the joy, the
generosity and love that Christmas
brings. You’re missing the -
Get out of my way, lady!
A large woman throws Faith off balance, as she pushes past her, running through the crowd to the nearby toy shop which has a large sale sign in the window.
Faith, fraught with anxiety, takes her blindfold off.
What? Was I in her way?
Tyler shakes his head.
She probably just had too much of
that love you were talking about.
He puts her blindfold back on and continues leading her through the mall.
She was an exception. There are
Not at Christmas, there aren’t.
INT. ARCADE - DAY
Faith and Tyler enter an arcade. KIDS play video games.
I hope we’re not where I think we are.
Tyler leads Faith into a game booth called Dragons of Doom.
INT. DRAGONS OF DOOM GAME BOOTH - DAY
They enter the booth. It has a large screen with a computer keyboard attached to it.
Tyler helps Faith sit down.
Tyler takes her blindfold off, then picks up the keyboard.
Faith looks around, then puts the blindfold back on.
What are you doing?
We are where I thought we were.
Oh, come on, Faith, this place has
a special meaning for us.
Special meaning for you, you mean.
Your first game was tested here.
I was referring to our first date.
Remember, this was the first game
He takes Faith’s blindfold off again.
I remember. Can we go home now?
After we play one game.
You’re not serious.
He takes her hand and looks pleadingly into her eyes.
(with a sigh)
Tyler puts a quarter in the machine. Then he picks up the keyboard and types in a
Faith watches him, suspiciously.
You’re not giving yourself special
powers again, are you?
Tyler doesn’t answer. He watches the screen anxiously.
A man in a tuxedo, resembling Tyler runs across the screen, chasing after a beautiful woman, resembling Faith, in a long white dress. He catches her and hands her a rose.
Tyler kneels down next to Faith, which is a difficult thing to do in the small booth.
What are you doing?
Tyler takes an engagement ring box out of his pocket.
This might not be the way you
always pictured it. But we had our
first kiss here, our first meal
here, even our first...
He smiles knowingly and raises his eyebrows. Faith blushes.
And we always did talk about me
But that was just a joke.
(in a serious tone)
Can we talk about this some place quieter?
They climb out of the booth.
INT. FOOD COURT - DAY
Faith leads Tyler to a bench. They sit. Faith twirls her hair nervously as she speaks.
It’s only been six months. And I’m
still in grad school.
When you know, you know.
But there are things you don’t know.
So? If everyone knew it all right
away no one would get married. The
human race would die off and -
Faith gives him a look.
What I mean to say is I love you.
Please, marry me.
I want to marry you, I do. It’s just...
Please say yes.
Faith looks away from Tyler. Her eyes fill with tears.
She gets up from the bench and runs off.
EXT. GEORGETOWN CAMPUS - DAY
Faith, backpack over her shoulder, walks through the campus. She looks like a ghost: her face is pale, she has circles under her eyes, and a frown on her face.
Her cell phone rings. She takes it out and answers it.
INT. CLAUS KITCHEN - DAY
MRS. CHRISTINE CLAUS, late fifties, attractive, bouffant hair style, stands in the neo-classical style kitchen. She wears a red apron over her sleek red and green dress. She uses her shoulder to support the phone while she spreads chocolate chip cookie dough on baking sheets.
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Oh, it’s you.
Yes, it’s only the woman who gave
birth to you.
How are you, Mom?
Busy. I’m baking the old fashioned
And Dad? How’s Dad?
That’s actually why I’m calling...
Mrs. Claus walks over to the fireplace and looks up it.