A continuación, voy a copiarles algunos fragmentos del guión original, de modo que puedan disfrutar y apreciar el personaje inspirado en Mr. John Steed. O sea en Mí.El personaje es fan de James Joyce, igual que Yo. (
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INT. ST. PATRICK’S SCHOOL - MAIN STAIRCASE - DAY
John is on his way down. Reading.
EZEQUIEL
Hey John!
Ezequiel knocks shoulders with John on his way up without stopping, his usual greeting. It sends John’s book flying. Ezequiel picks the book up.
EZEQUIEL
“Portrait of John as a brooding young man”. Still on your James Joyce phase, I see.
JOHN
Define brooding.
Ezequiel leans further out, balancing his body on the railing. John steps back.
EZEQUIEL
Brooding is when a chicken sits on her eggs. As in to hatch them.
John es súper católico como Yo. INT. CONFESSIONAL - ST. PATRICK’S SCHOOL - CHAPEL - DAY
John is halfway through confession. Listening, FATHER O’ CASEY, an Irish import who could pass for Father Ted Crilly.
JOHN
... This couldn’t be happening to me. The idea was so absurd I started laughing. Loud. Couldn’t stop. Right in the middle of communion.
Y adora los rosarios, como Yo.EXT. ST. PATRICK’S SCHOOL - MAIN ENTRANCE STEPS
John sits on the steps bundled against the cold, silently counting rosary beads.
Y es un eximiko fashionista, como Yo; tiene un blog donde ayuda al rescatar al mundo con estilo y responde fan mail, como Yo; adora las zapas y los zapatos, como Yo; las usa sin calcetines, como Yo; y las tiene alfabetizadas, justo como Yo. INT. SANS SOUCI PALACE - JOHN’S ROOM - NIGHT
Cousin & Cousin in formal wear. John at his laptop. Eyes Chuck’s attire. Perfect. But those shoes...
JOHN
You are not wearing two tone wing tips.
CHUCK
Excuse me? You don’t give Chuck Bass fashion tips.
JOHN
You don’t wear two tones in winter here. You’ll look like a French Canadian clown. Go to my closet and get the oxfords.
Chuck looks in the mirror. Cousin’s right. Opens the closet and behold DOZENS OF TENNIS SHOES. Nike to Adidas, Polo to Lacoste. Diesel to Puma and Keds to Converse. Neon, plaid, solid, animal print. For any ocassion, season or time of day.
CHUCK
Are they alphabetized?
JOHN
The other door, Chuck. Five pairs. Lace up oxfords in brown and black, brown penny loafers, ONE PAIR of two tone wing tips, white Gucci loafers.
CHUCK
Five pairs of shoes?
JOHN
Six.
John shows him his Bottega Veneta black penny loafers. No socks.
JOHN (CONT’D)
Shoes are boring. Only wear them when I must.
Chuck changes shoes. John keeps on typing.
CHUCK
What are you doing?
JOHN
Answering fan mail.
CHUCK
Are you Buddha?
JOHN
No. I’m Basil Rathbone.
Shows him. It’s a blog. BASIL RATHBONE, RESCUING HUMANITY FROM BAD TASTE. If Hamish Bowles and Anna Wintour were to secretly merge, this blog would be their offspring.
CHUCK
(un... believable)
You are a fashion expert.
JOHN
I just have an uncanny knack for knowing what’s in good taste.
John’s face is hidden by a flash of light in his profile photo.
CHUCK
What’s with the halo?
JOHN
My identity is a secret.
Closes his laptop. They look out the open window, watching guests arrive below. Statler and Waldorf sharing a smoke.
CHUCK
The moth ball crowd has arrived.
JOHN
Their sons and daughters in tow.
Tiene una amiga que se llama Sol -que es brutal-, como Yo; ama los Bentleys, como Yo; y le gusta beber de más, como Yo. ANGLE ON
SOL, 17 going on 18. Reddish brown hair. Argentine blue blood. A vision in burnt orange stepping out of a limo.
CHUCK (O.C.)
Who’s Flaming June?
JOHN
That would be Sol.
John jumps off the table. Sol and Chuck eye each other in the middle of the room. John hands each a Martini.
JOHN
Chuck, Sol. Sol --
SOL
-- I know. Your evil cousin.
Cheek kiss. Chuck is enthralled by the new girl.
CHUCK
Your charming hag.
Hand kiss.
SOL
Which car?
JOHN
The green Bentley.
CHUCK
I’m not driving.
SOL
Of course not. You don’t know how.
(off Chuck)
It’s alright, neither does John.
JOHN
Ah, but I don’t need to.
SOL
Nor want to.
CHUCK
Nor should.
John grabs a Martini to go. They walk out.
SOL
That’s why boys of privilege need hags.
CHUCK
(to John)
I like her.
Es súper vanidoso, como Yo; adora Old Spice, como Yo; usa las corbatas con el nudo Double Windsor, como Yo; le encanta el cementerio Père Lachaise de París, como Yo.CHUCK
Smart dresser. Moisturizes. Gels. Wine connoisseur. No contact sports. Does not drive.
SOL
So we are talking about you now.
CHUCK
He bathes in Old Spice. Reads Dickens, Fitzgerald, Baudelaire and Salinger. Fusses over a double Windsor knot. He broods.
SOL
Still you.
CHUCK
I scheme and covet, never brood.
(continuing)
Helluva tennis shoe collection. His idea of a perfect day is reading a sonnet on a tomb in Pere-Lachaise.
SOL
So, he’s sensitive.
Usa algunas frases similares que fueron acuñadas por Mí, hace un tiempo cuando les conté sobre mi afecto por Julio Argentino Roca. JOHN
Someone wrote “I rather a French Spring than an Argentine winter.” I’ll settle for Winter.
Se pelea con su madre, como Yo. Y rememora cuando ella me tiró unas tijeras por la cabeza.THEREZA
Is this another of your onlychild tantrums which you enjoy torturing us with? Like the toast you made to mad cows at the Cattle Barons Ball?
JOHN
No. And it wasn’t a toast, I asked for a minute of silence.
THEREZA
Or that time you were such a pain in the ass that I threw a pair of scissors at you --
JOHN
You missed.
THEREZA
-- You ran upstairs and left a trail of red tempera from your room to the bathroom, locked the door, climbed out the window and hid on the roof for hours?
JOHN
No.
(beat)
Were you worried?
THEREZA
Of course! I’m your mother!
JOHN
Good. What were you thinking? Throwing a pair of pruning shears at a seven year old!
THEREZA
They were the only thing at hand!
JOHN
I could have lost an eye! You could have punctured my heart! Wasn’t there a shoe nearby? A phone book?
Thereza takes off one of her Prada pumps and in full C.C. Sabathia mode, sends it flying across the room. Too fast for John to duck. WHACK! Right smack above his left eyebrow. A trickle of blood.
THEREZA
There.
They stand there. Neither can believe what has just happened.
JOHN
Yeah. I’m gonna go take a nap now.
(going upstairs)
Want to be rested for tonight.
A trickle of blood comes down his cheek. He could care less.
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