|WHAT DID EBENEZER SCROOGE SEE WHEN HE OPENED THAT WINDOW? READ ON AND FIND OUT.|
INT. A ROOM - MORNING.
SCROOGE lies slumped on the floor, his hands locked around the bedpost. For a moment the reality of the situation escapes him; then, looking around, he realizes that he is in his own bedroom. There are the bedcurtains; they haven't been torn down after all! The walls, the pictures - they're all his!
SCROOGEI'm alive! I'm alive! The Spirits have done it all in one night!
(Beginning to dance around the room)
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future! The Spirits of all three will live within me. I'm as light as a feather, I'm as happy as an angel, I'm as merry as a schoolboy.
(He staggers slightly, as if lightheaded)
I'm as giddy as a drunken man. A Merry Christmas to everybody! But what day is it? I don't know how long I've been among the Spirits. I don't know anything!
Hearing the chimes of the church bells outside, SCROOGE stops.
SCROOGEIs it? Could it still be Christmas Day?
He runs to the window and throws it open, and he is stopped in his tracks. His mouth falls open. If he was confused a moment ago, now he is utterly shocked.
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE SCROOGE'S WINDOW. SCROOGE'S P.O.V.
Everything that is familiar to SCROOGE is gone. Across from his home rises a large glass skyscraper. Below him are people walking on sidewalks lining the sides of paved streets, wearing close in a style he has never before seen. Moving across his view from right to left is a red double-decker bus. As his eyes dart back and forth he sees a jet aircraft streaking across the clear blue sky, the sunlight glinting off its silver skin.
CLOSE SHOT SCROOGE
His lips are moving, but nothing comes out. He shakes his head, his hands pressed against either side. Finally he speaks.
SCROOGEIt...it...it must be the aftereffects of being with the Spirits. Well, yes, a shock to the system such as this is bound to cause confusion. Yes, that must be it.
SHOT OF STREET OUTSIDE WINDOW. WE SEE SOMEONE WALKING PAST SCROOGE'S HOME.
CLOSE SHOT SCROOGE.
SCROOGEHere, let me ask that young woman out there.
(Raising his voice)
Excue me, miss. Can you tell me what is today?
MEDIUM SHOT PEDESTRIAN.
We can see that despite the long hair, the young woman is, in fact, a YOUNG MAN.
What? You talkin' to me?
SCROOGEExcuse me, my good man, I meant no offense. It's just - it's just...
(Motions to head, tugs on own hair)
Your hair, I'm afraid, well I mistook you for a young lady.
(Under his breath)
Sod off, old man.
He begins to walk away.
SCROOGECan you tell me what day today is?
YOUNG MANWhat day it is? Are you barmy?
Today! What day is today?
YOUNG MANWhy, It's Christmas Day. Whatdy'a think?
SCROOGE(As if to himself)
Then it is still Christmas Day. I haven't missed it. But - this?
(To YOUNG MAN)
What kind of place is this?
CLOSE SHOT YOUNG MAN
YOUNG MANWhat kind of nutter are you? This is London!
The YOUNG MAN again begins to walk away.
LONG VIEW YOUNG MAN, AS SEEN FROM OVER SCROOGE'S SHOULDER.
The year. What year is it?
YOUNG MANWhat year is it? First he wants to know the day, now the year. You really musta got rat-arsed last night!
CLOSE SHOT SCROOGE
SCROOGENever mind all that. What year is it.
CLOSE SHOT YOUNG MAN
YOUNG MAN(Deciding he may as well humor SCROOGE)
Why, it's 1993!
CLOSE SHOT SCROOGE - HIS CONFUSED EXPRESSION GIVES WAY TO HORROR AS HE LISTENS TO THE VOICE ECHOING SUDDENLY IN THE ROOM.
VOICE OF GHOST(Mocking)
Yes, Ebenezer, it is Christmas Day, just as you asked. But you didn't say what year!
Presenting Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge, the world's most famous miser.
FAST PAN AROUND SCROOGE'S BEDROOM TO THE NARRATOR, IN SUIT AND TIE, HIS HANDS FOLDED IN FRONT OF HIM, A COPY OF "A CHRISTMAS CAROL" TUCKED UNDER HIS ARM.
NARRATORFor over a century, every Christmas, his journey through his own personal reclamation has played out, in book, on stage, and in film, for millions of people around the world. But whenever you enter the ghostly fog of time travel, you're apt to discover that the rules can change without warning. Tonight Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge is about to find out that, this time, the road from ruin to redemption will take him through the Twilight Zone.
Every year, whenever we're watching A Christmas Carol, I expect something like this to happen. It doesn't, of course, and it didn't happen this year either. That doesn't stop me from hoping, though, and now it's your turn - anyout out there care to take a shot at telling the story from here? Maybe Jordan at The Twilight Zone Vortex or Joanna at Christmas TV History have some ideas?