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The end of Brenda Walsh (or, what has Brandon gott
Date: Sun, 12 Sep 1993 20:16:44 -0400
To:
From: [email protected] (Joshua Winchell)
X-Sender: jw13@postoffice.mail.cornell.edu
The following storyline is best appreciated by individuals who are familiar
with the Beverly Hills 90210 universe. It is a potential screenplay for a
BH 90210 season finale (or opener).
Screen is black, the REM song Losing My Religion slowly fades in.
Camera fade-in to an EXTREME close-up of a human eye. (The eye is wide
open, glazed and unblinking. In fact the eye is devoid of any spark that
would indicate it is attatched to a living being.)
The camera slowly pulls back and rotates around the pupil (in the style of
Hitchcock, or more accurately Raimi's Evil Dead II). The visage that is
revealed is that of Brenda Walsh. A fine white powder covers Brenda's
upper
lip and the tip of her nose, with a small dusting on her left cheek. As
the
camera pulls back further, we look down on Brenda's lifeless body sprawled
on the Walsh's living room couch. On the coffee table is a mirror with a
few small piles of white powder in the corners, and a tightly rolled one
hundred dollar bill lies absently nearby. Brenda's usually inpeccable
black
mini-skirt is dissheveled and pulled up high around her hips, her legs
spread akimbo. Her white blouse is partially unbuttoned, and a trace of
the
silky black bra shows through. Her cold dead eyes continue to stare
longingly towards heaven. Brenda has overdosed.
Cut to a camera shot of a pair of jeans being pulled up a pair of hairy,
masculine legs. Brenda's limp, white hand can be seen hanging off the sofa
in the background, clutching another tightly rolled C-note in a death
grip. As the jeans are lifted, a pair of stylish basketball shoes are
revealed.
The camera pans up the man's legs and stops at his crotch while the man
finishes buttoning up his 501's. The camera pulls back ever so slightly to
show the man tucking in his eerily familiar shirt.
The camera then pans up his body, following the man's hands as he buttons
up his shirt. The shirt itself is fashionable, in a ginchy sort of way,
reminiscent of a bowling shirt. We see that a name is stitched into the
left pocket of the shirt, it is the name- Brandon...
The camera cuts to a close-up of Brandon's face. His slicked back hair is
only slightly mussed. He himself has a small remnant of powder on his
upper
lip, but he carefully wipes it off as he sniffles and rubs his nose. He
finishes buttoning his shirt, and adusts his stylish bouffant. The sound
of
the front door suddenly opening causes Brandon's head to snap towards the
intrusion. A look of terror, and maybe...of relief, suddenly appears in
his unnaturally dilated eyes.
The camera cuts to a shot looking out the living room, through the rounded
archway, to the foyer. Mr. and Mrs. Walsh quickly walk into the frame,
they
turn and look into the living room, staring slightly to the left of the
camera. A look of suprise, then understanding, then horror, then further
understanding, then...relief (?).
Camera cuts to a head shot of Mr. and Mrs. Walsh. Brandon's loving parents
as they utter in unison, "Brandon!".
The camera cuts back to Brandon, who quips "What? What did I do?"
The camera cuts back to the parents whose stern expressions soon melt into
exasperated "Look what Brandon has gotten himself into!" smiles.
The End
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