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First-Place Winner, May - October 2014
Screenplay Contest - Full-Length Series

”The Hyperbole”
Written by Maciej Rogala
Justin Chambers
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Polish writer, journalist, scriptwriter, consultant in implementing pension employee programs, coach in sales techniques. In 2012 he wrote his first future film script More Than Eternity, which got numerous awards at several film festivals in 2013 (5-th place - Barcelona International FF; Top 4 - Life Fest FF in Los Angeles, Top 10 - Awareness FF in Santa Monica, official selection - Beverly Hills FF and OAXACA FF in Mexico). The Hyperbole is his second screenplay written in 2014.

Additional Writer Information:
maciej@rogala.pl

LOGLINE

Making big money by speculating wildly will, in the ripple effect, destroy everyone.
Furthermore, it always happens when least expected.

SYNOPSIS

Korki is a shy, 19 year old math-wiz. His short-term plan: in three years he'll graduate from an Economics University, get a high-paying job in banking, and then be able to finance the hundred thousand-dollar loan he needs in order to pay for his younger sister's (Julka) heart surgery. As Julka's health takes a sudden decline, Korki learns he has only three months to raise the money for her life-saving surgery. Korki reconnects with his father, an alcoholic University PhD, whom he hopes can help him invent an investment algorithm which would increase the probability of profitability in the derivatives market. Their combined efforts produce an algorithm which turns out to be exceptional - it has a near 100% success rate for profitability! Their newly-created algorithm has just given father and son an amazing way to potentially make unlimited amounts of money...

LEGAL NOTICE

The Hyperbole screenplay, copyright, and story idea below are owned by Maciej Rogala. No copying of any of the below pages is allowed unless approved by owner.

SCRIPT FOLLOWS

FADE IN:

EXT. CALIFORNIA/LAGUNA BEACH - DAY (FLASHBACK)

TITLE: CALIFORNIA, USA

Palm trees on a sandy beach. The sun sets against the light
blue ocean. WONDERFUL WORLD AND...

MATEUSZ (27)- tall, athletic, blond - runs in his swimming
trunks. Fifty meters ahead to his right lies naked MARIA
(25) - a shapely and beautiful brunette. MATEUSZ turns left
abruptly and dives into the ocean.

A MOMENT LATER: MATEUSZ emerges from the ocean and runs
towards MARIA. He lies down next to her. MARIA smiles at
him. MATEUSZ kisses MARIA lightly on the lips.

               MARIA
You are so salty.

               MATEUSZ
And you... so sweet.

They start kissing passionately... WONDERFUL LIFE.

EXT. CALIFORNIA/LAGUNA BEACH - DAY (FLASHBACK)

The sun rises behind the hills.

MARIA SLEEPS on her left side. MATEUSZ sits next to MARIA.
He admires her beautiful young body. He scoops up some sand
into his right hand and runs a small streak onto MARIA’s
right shoulder. The sand runs down MARIA’s body and falls
into a plastic cup held by MATEUSZ in his left hand. The
plastic cup is fills up almost to the brim. MATEUSZ picks it
up. He looks at the cup and at the sleeping MARIA. He lifts
the cup to his nose. He takes a DEEP BREATH.

MATEUSZ takes an HOURGLASS out of his backpack. He opens it
up and fills it with the sand from the cup. He closes the
hourglass. A close-up on the running sand.

EXT. OPEN OCEAN - DAY (FLASHBACK)

The huge back of a gray whale emerges from the waves.
Another back, three times smaller than the first, emerges
next to it. A group of about twenty TOURISTS in a medium
size boat watch the wonderful sight. Among them are MARIA
and MATEUSZ.

                MARIA
Mother and son.

                MATEUSZ
How do you know? Maybe it’s a daughter?

              MARIA
I just know.

MATEUSZ puts his arm around MARIA.

              MARIA (CONT’D)
Tomorrow we are going back to
Poland. And...
         (with a sigh)
... enough of this bliss!

             MATEUSZ
This is just the beginning... I
promise.

            MARIA
I hope so.

MATEUSZ makes a disapproving face.

            MARIA (CONT’D)
     (warm smile)
I believe you.

EXT. LOS ANGELES AIRPORT - DAY(FLASHBACK)

Beautiful sunny weather. A Boeing 767 is taking off.

EXT. WARSAW AIRPORT - DAY

TITLE: WARSAW, POLAND - 20 YEARS LATER

Low clouds. A Boeing 787 Dreamliner is landing.

EXT. WARSAW AIRPORT TERMINAL - DAY

DOWNPOUR. KORKI (19)- tall, slim dark-haired, dressed in a
polo shirt with the inscription: "International Math
Competition NUMBERS COUNT, BOSTON 2014" leaves the building
of the terminal. He has a little rucksack on his back. KORKI
stops in front of the exit.

KORKI runs quickly towards the bus. He holds the rucksack
above his head as the bus drives up to the bus stop. He gets
on the bus. The bus departs.

INT. BUS - DAY

KORKI stands by the exit door. He looks alternately outside
and at his watch.

INT. KORKI’S APARTMENT/ROOM - DAY

A dust-covered HOURGLASS stands on a desk. The sand in the
lower bulb is barely visible. A GRAY CAT sleeps next to it.
There are three bookshelves above the desk. The titles
indicate the owner’s interest in world economy, global
crisis, capital markets, speculation, demographics.

Next to the wall is a double bed. MATEUSZ (now 47) lies on
it - from now as FATHER. He SNORES.

This is also the bedroom of a little girl: there is a small
bed along the parent’s bed, to the right a playing corner
with children’s toys and white furniture. JULKA (3) - sits
at a small desk opposite her bed. She is drawing something.
SUDDENLY gasps, breathing with difficulty. She gets up and
runs towards her sleeping FATHER. She tugs at his hand.

            JULKA
Dadda, Dadda.

She can barely breathe. FATHER mumbles something under his
breath. He can’t get up - he’s too drunk. JULKA returns to
her desk and picks up a cell phone lying there. Her
breathing becomes more and more strained. The cell phone has
large buttons.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL BUILDING/GYM ROOM - DAY

Graduation ceremony. The HEAD MISTRESS (about 40) speaks.
Over two hundred solemnly clad pupils. Most of the faces are
fatigued. Some of the pupils whisper among themselves.

            HEAD MISTRESS
... Okay, I’m almost done.

Several pupils start to CLAP. The loudest is a blonde with
the physique of a bodybuilder, almost two metres tall, with
a crew cut. It’s BOLO (19).

            HEAD MISTRESS (CONT’D)
And so I wish you...

The door to the gym opens and KORKI bursts in. A broad smile
appears on the HEAD MISTRESS’s face.

            HEAD MISTRESS (CONT’D)
... One moment. I just have one
more good thing to inform you
about. One of this year’s
graduates, your friend Marek
Brzezi´nski, has achieved an
enormous success. Yesterday he won
the international math competition
“Numbers Count", outrunning over a
thousand of the most talented
secondary-school students from
eighty three countries.

KORKI stands next to BOLO.

            BOLO
Che... Guevara. Genius, couldn’t
you arrive ten seconds later?

            KORKI
Che. Sorry.

            HEAD MISTRESS
I invited him to today’s ceremony
so he could tell us how he managed
to achieve this unprecedented
success.

KORKI leaves the line and approaches the HEAD MISTRESS.
APPLAUSE. A cell phone is RINGING. KORKI takes out his cell
phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. The sign
reads: "JULKA". Terror in his eyes. KORKI turns abruptly and
runs out of the gym room.

            KORKI
        (calls out)
Sorry! Urgent business.

INT. KORKI’S APARTMENT - DAY

The SOUND of a lock opening. KORKI bursts into the apartment
and runs to

THE ROOM.

The FATHER lies on the bed. JULKA plays with her dolls.
KORKI picks JULKA up.

            KORKI
The girl took the pill herself?

            JULKA
Yes, Dadda was sleeping.

After a while MARIA, out of breath, enters the apartment.
Now, she’s MOTHER (now 45) - slim, world-weary, still
beautiful. Surprise on MOTHER’s face at seeing KORKI.

            MOTHER
Did she take the pill?

            KORKI
Julka took it herself.
        (to Julka)
Yes?

            JULKA
Yes, Julka.

INT. KORKI’S APARTMENT/KITCHEN - DAY

MOTHER is making dinner. KORKI enters.

            KORKI
She’s asleep.

KORKI looks at three vases full of flowers.

            KORKI (COND’T)
Your students must love you very
much.

            MOTHER
From year to year they love
themselves more and more.
          (looking at the flowers)
It’s only a tradition.

            KORKI
A beautiful tradition.

MOTHER takes only a deep sigh. After a while, she speaks.

            MOTHER
How do you like the States?

            KORKI
It’s a big country. Too big if you
ask me.

            MOTHER
Not for me. I spent the most
beautiful month of my life there.

            KORKI
I know. You told me about it many
times. (beat) Why don’t you leave
him? Find yourself a sensible guy.
Then you’ll be happy again.

            MOTHER
Don’t say that. That’s your father.

            KORKI
You’re calling the corpse lying
there my father?(beat)In the next
three, four years we need to
collect a hundred thousand dollars
for Julka’s operation.(beat) Do you
really believe that book of his?

            MOTHER
You think your father doesn’t know
that? That’s why he is depressed.

            KORKI
Depressed? Wake up! He’s an
alcoholic.(beat) You’re worried
that he’ll kill himself if you
leave him?

            MOTHER
Stop it!

            KORKI
Sorry. (beat) I’ll take an
Individualized Education Program
for myself. I’ll look after Julka
full-time.

KORKI comes up to MOTHER.

            KORKI (CONT’D)
I will graduate in three years’
time. As the best student I’ll get
a job at a bank and take out a loan
after six months.

MOTHER puts down the carrot. She wipes her hands and hugs
KORKI, patting his hair.

            MOTHER
I’m sorry you had to grow up so
fast.

KORKI slips out of his MOTHER’s hug.

            KORKI
At my age everyone wants to be
grown up! Don’t you remember?

            MOTHER
Yes, yes, my big man.

MOTHER, mustering a delicate smile, changes the subject.

MOTHER (CONT’D)
Today we’re having your favorite
meatballs with carrots.

KORKI picks up one raw meatball from the cutting board. He
turns and pretends to present it to the public.

            KORKI
Ladies and gentlemen, please look
at this masterpiece. Can there be
something more beautiful than my
Mom’s meatball?

MOTHER smiles, slightly embarrassed. Had she actually
imagined that audience?

EXT. KORKI’S TENEMENT - DAY

TITLE: 3 MONTHS LATER

KORKI leaves the tenement, where he lives. He walks
energetically along a Warsaw street. He skips along,
delighted with the briskness of the morning.

EXT. WARSAW/KRAKOWSKIE PRZEMIE´SCIE STR. - DAY

KORKI walks down Krakowskie Przedmie´scie str..

He approaches the main gate to the Warsaw University. He
stops and looks at the eagle above the gate. He looks around
and delays the moment of entry into a new life - the life of
a Warsaw University student. One moment, one more and...
another one. HE ENTERS.

INT. WARSAW UNIVERSITY/LECTURE HALL - DAY

A Lecture hall, filled to the brim. KORKI is among the
students. A very handsome, albeit stoutish DEAN (56) ends
his welcome speech.

            DEAN
... The Polish economy needs your
knowledge and your youthful energy.
The biggest companies, not only
from the finance industry, will
compete for the best of you even
during the fourth year. From over
the hundred that I see in front of
me, at least two will become
investment fund managers, two or
three will become economists in the
banking sector and financial
directors in the biggest
international corporations.

The DEAN picks up his briefcase from the panel.

            DEAN (CONT’D)
Get to work then! Be better than
your predecessors. Be the best.

KORKI catches the DEAN by the door.

            KORKI
Sir... my name is Marek Brzezi´nski.
I’m the winner of the „Numbers
Count” competition and I would like
to apply for the Individualized
Study Program.

            DEAN
Please file an appropriate
application at the Dean’s Office.
(beat) Is dr. Mateusz Brzezi´nski
your father?

            KORKI
Yes. He used to teach at this
faculty.

            DEAN
Please give him my regards.

INT. A SHABBY BAR - DAY

FATHER drinks a shot of vodka at the bar and washes it down
with a beer. JULKA sits alone at a table drawing something
in a notebook.

KORKI enters. He walks straight over to JULKA, who runs up
to him. KORKI picks JULKA up and hugs her. He approaches the
table picking up the notebook and crayons. As he leaves:

            KORKI
     (total indifference)
Dean sends his regards.

FATHER does not turn to face KORKI.

            FATHER
        (to himself)
Fucking thief.
       (to the barman)
Double vodka and a beer.

INT. WARSAW UNIVERSITY/HALLWAY - DAY

KORKI stands in front of the notice board by the Dean’s
Office. He writes down his schedule. A shapely, slim
brunette walks up to the notice board. It’s POLA (20). She
stands two meters from KORKI. KORKI casts a furtive glance
at her. POLA notices it in the glass of the notice board.
She turns abruptly.

            POLA
What are you looking at?

            KORKI
       (surprised)
I’m sorry.

            POLA
For what?

            KORKI
Eh... for staring at you.

            POLA
But we all love it.

            KORKI
All? You too?

            POLA
Wow. So I’m special! What a pick
up!

            KORKI
That’s not what I meant.

            POLA
    (pretending to be
     disappointed)
Unfortunately. I had my hopes up.
    (sarcastically)
I think I’m going to cry.

            KORKI
Stop it!

            POLA
But I haven’t started yet.

            KORKI
But I would like to finish now.

            POLA
       (with disarming sadness)
Oh no, I’ve been turned down again.

            KORKI
Pardon, that’s not what I meant!

            POLA
And what’s going to be next:
dispiace, that’s not what I meant?

They both start laughing almost at the same time.

            KORKI
       (at ease)
No! Izwinicie.

            POLA
        (cordially)
Okay, Freshee, what classes have
you chosen?

            KORKI
Quantitative investment management.

            POLA
     (surprised)
But that’s in the third semester!

            KORKI
But Freshee is special.

            POLA
Okay. Let’s go, Mr. Freshee
Special.

(CONTINUED