Does it Snow in L.A.?
by Mitch R Cook
A snowglobe of the Hollywood sign and the hills and valley below.
Start with a close up. No snow. It is not clear that this is a
Next panel it begins to snow lightly, shot is wider and begins to
reveal that this isn’t a natural scene.
Last panel. Shows a full-on snow storm but includes the reveal
that this is a snowglobe. Widest shot.
A hand holds the globe. A disembodied voice speaks.
MAN: DOES IT SNOW IN L.A.?
Half page panel. A man (mid 30’s, in business attire, sport coat
over a shoulder, disheveled, no baggage) stands at a bus station
terminal newsstand handling a souvenir snowglobe with a perplexed
look on his face. The owner of the stand simply shrugs and does
not answer the question, exactly.
STAND OWNER: NEWSPAPER? MAGAZINE?
MAN: (ANSWERING HIS OWN QUESTION)HEH.
SEEMS UNLIKELY DOESN’T IT?
MAN: (TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR) I
HAVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD THESE
Bottom half of page. The man has a newspaper open while sitting
at a small table. A cup of steaming coffee sits on the table.
The date is visible but not the focus of the panel. “December
20th, 1964.” “Los Angeles Times.” “Evening Edition.”
A smaller panel reveals what he is reading.
“Murder suspect still on the loose. Manhunt intensifies.”
High, overhead shot of Sunset in Los Angeles 1964.
Title Text “Does it Snow in L.A.?”
The man, driving a car now, looks stressed, sweating. He drives
away from the city.
Ahead, through the windshield, is a motel/diner/truck stop. A
few cars are parked. It is dusk.
The man checks his rear view mirror, it shows no cars, just a
long desert-lined road as the sun is setting. The shadows show
he is heading east.
The diner, from the parking lot, shows only a few patrons seated
at a couple tables and a few at the counter. A single waitress
serves a couple plates from behind the counter. Strings of
Christmas lights hang in the windows. A busy short order cook is
visible behind the waitress, order strips hang on a rotating
The man has entered and sits at a table away from the windows, he
positions himself so he faces the door, the rest rooms and
emergency exit behind him. He is visibly shaken. He keeps his
left hand near his face, elbow propped on the table. A sparsely
decorated Christmas tree sits next to the door on top of a
cigarette vending machine.
MUSIC: . . .DREAMING OF A WHIIITE
CHRISTMAAAAS. . .
He sees the tree and seems to be lost in thought.
A series of panels showing the man’s face as it betrays his
emotional state. He stares at the tree. Alternate between the
tree and the man’s face making each panel a closer shot until it
is just his tear filled eyes and a single ornament of a Christmas
A voice interrupts.
Looking down from a high vantage point at the man’s corner table,
the the waitress (Janice, 22) has approached the man’s table.
She carries a steaming coffee pot.
JANICE: SIR? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
He is startled and covers his face instinctively.
MAN: HUH? WHA. . .?
JANICE: DO YOU WANT SOME COFFEE OR
MAN: I, UM, SORRY. YES. SURE,
MAN: UM, DO YOU HAVE TODAY’S
Janice thinks for a second.
JANICE: YEAH, I THINK SO. JUST A SEC.
She quickly and unapologetically swipes a newspaper out from under
another diner’s sleeping head at the counter.
SLEEPING MAN: ZZZZZZ. .GHZZZZZZ
She hands the paper to the distraught man. The front page is
clear. “Las Vegas Sun News – December 20, 1964.”
“Manhunt intensifies as authorities follow leads West.”
MAN: OH. . .GOD. . .
JANICE: I KNOW. ISN’T IT HORRIBLE? THE
The man clears his throat, wipes his face with a napkin and looks
at Janice. He sees her name tag.
MAN: UM. .JANICE? THAT’S YOUR NAME
JANICE: YEAH. WHAT?
MAN: HAVE YOU EVER MADE A HUGE
MISTAKE? SOMETHING SO BAD THAT
YOU WISH YOU COULD DISAPPEAR?
JANICE: UH, SURE. I ONCE DROPPED A
WHOLE TRAY OF TURKEY DINNERS
ALL OVER A. . .
MAN: (INTERRUPTING) NO. THAT. .THAT
WOULD BE A GREAT DAY AS FAR AS
I AM CONCERNED.
MAN: I AM TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING SO
BAD THAT YOU MIGHT NOT EVER GET
OVER IT. SOMETHING THAT MIGHT
END YOUR LIFE?
Janice looks more seriously at the man now.
JANICE: OHHH. ONE OF THOSE DAYS EH?
JANICE: HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY?
IT’S ALWAYS BRIGHTEST BEFORE
THE DAY. . .NO, THAT’S NOT RIGHT.
. .DARKEST BEFORE. . .UM
MAN: THE DAWN, YEAH, I KNOW THAT
ONE. CAN I CONFESS SOMETHING
MAN: I DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME AND I
NEED TO GET SOMETHING OFF MY
CHEST BEFORE. . .
The door suddenly bursts open and four burley truck drivers enter.
The man, startled, quickly covers his face with the newspaper.
Janice begins to think the man might be in some serious trouble
JANICE: HANG ON, HON.
She smiles reassuringly.
JANICE: BE RIGHT BACK.
She tends to the new customers. Taking orders, pouring coffee.
MUSIC: . . .ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE.
Janice hangs the order slips and calls out an order.
JANICE: FOUR SPECIALS, HANK.
She returns to the man and sits. She lights a cigarette.
JANICE: OK, SIR. I’VE GOT A COUPLE
The man clears his throat and begins his story. A series of panels
depict the story as he tells it.
MAN: I WORK, AHEM, WORKED, A LONG
WAY FROM HERE. NORTH.
MAN: I’M AN ACCOUNTANT AND THE DAY
BEGAN LIKE ANY OTHER.
MAN: THAT IS UNTIL I NOTICED
SOMETHING, SOMETHING BAD.
The man sits at his office desk. An array of Christmas decorations
hang on the wall. Lights border a window. It is dark outside
but falling snow is visible. An accounting ledger is open on his
desk. Note, he is wearing the same clothes only they are neat
He scratches his head.
MAN: THAT CAN’T BE RIGHT.
He flips a page and runs a finger along a column.
He stops. His face turns pale.
MAN: OH MY GOD.
He reaches for a phone and presses a button.
MAN: CAROL? I NEED TO SPEAK TO CHRIS.
MAN: YES, I KNOW HE IS VERY BUSY BUT
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
MAN: JUST TELL HIM I KNOW WHAT HE
Close up on his mouth.
MAN: I HAVE THE LEDGER.
There is a long pause. He is on hold. Christmas music is audible
from the receiver.
MUSIC: . . . JINGLE ALL THE WAY. . .
MAN: FINE. I WILL. JUST DON’T LET
He picks up the ledger and rushes past several other desks outside
his office. There are a lot of empty desks, typewriters, filing
MUSIC: . . .WAS A JOLLY HAPPY SOUL. .
He bursts through a door and staggers and slips in snow as he
heads for another building a few yards away. It is very cold
outside. His breath makes a heavy cloud around his head, streaming
As he approaches the door a sign is visible.
“Factory floor Authorized Personnel only- Hard hats Required.”
Ignoring the sign he rushes past the reception desk. Carol holds
a hard hat in the air.
CAROL: HEY, DON’T FORGET YOUR HAT!!
MAN: NO TIME, CAROL.
Carol picks up a phone.
CAROL: (WORRIED) HE’S HEADING YOUR
The factory is a giant space with tables and conveyers, walls
lined with tools, wood shop tools border the entire space, but
there is no one working. Several projects are left unattended at
long wooden tables. Paint cans are left open, brushes lay eschew.
Christmas lights and a couple of Christmas trees are visible.
The man winds his way through the empty shop heading for a single
The name plate on the door simple says “C.K.- Founder/CEO.”
The man does not knock, he pushes the door abruptly and disappears
MAN: I DON’T KNOW WHAT I THOUGHT I
WAS DOING, BUT WHAT I FOUND HAD
TO BE ADDRESSED.
MAN: IT WAS WRONG AND IT HAD TO STOP.
From outside the door come muffled sounds.
VOICES: I KNOW. . .FACTS. . . PROOF. .
.DIDN’T REALIZE. . . .LIES SIR.
. .(SHUFFLE). .(SCOOT). .
.(SLAM). . .CAN’T KEEP SECRETS.
. .WRONG. . .(THUMP). . .AAAGH.
. . OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE!!
The man rushes out the door, clothes disheveled, panic on his
face. He is holding something. A closer looks reveals a hammer.
It’s a bloody hammer.
He drops it.
The man races past Carol and out the front door into the snowy
CAROL: WHAT THE. . .?
MUSIC: . . .HOLY NIGHT, ALL IS CALM
ALL IS BRIGHT. . . .
Look down over The North Pole. A single set of footprints in the
snow lead to the man still running away from the little town as
fast as he can run. It is all lit up for Christmas.
A single scream fills the night.
Janice’s face looks shocked. Her mostly smoked cigarette is nearly
falling out of her agape mouth.
JANICE: Y. .YOU. .YOU’RE THE ONE. . .
JANICE: YOU KILLED CHRISTMAS!
Suddenly sirens overwhelm the Christmas music in the diner as
several police cars fill the parking lot.
SOUND EFFECT: (HOWL OF SIRENS)
The man gets up to flee out the back door but Hank is standing
there with a meat cleaver. Janice has curled herself up in the
The man drops his head and walks slowly toward the door. The
newspaper falls from his hand.
He stops next to the cigarette machine, looks at the tree and
lightly touches the stocking ornament. It falls off and lands
next to the newspaper on the floor.
The headlights from the police cars fill the diner.
The headline is clear now.
“Santa Clause Killer Still on the Loose”
MUSIC: . . . .JUST LIKE THE ONES I
USED TO KNOW. . . .
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