Title: Mr. Monk Meets a Mummy
Author: Last Will of Greenville
Disclaimer: Monk belongs to the USA Network, Mandeville Films, and Touchstone Television. This story belongs to me.
Summary: Monk is to be honored at a world history museum when a popular researcher is murdered forcing Monk to test the wrath an ancient curse and solve a case in which the main suspect appears to be over 3,000 years old.
Rating: PG Author's Notes: I've written this in script format because otherwise I'd have to give insight into Monk's thoughts and possessing few OCD tendencies myself that could prove a bit of a challenge. Plus I find it easier to "see" a story when it's written as though it's being watched.
THIS IS MY FIRST FIC SO PLEASE JUDGE ACCORDINGLY.
Please take the time to write a review, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks, and enjoy!
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(Camera opens to banquet scene. A small stage is at one end of the room and a burgundy carpet runs through the room's center from the entrance to the room to the front of the stage, splitting, either side turning left and right following up one of two sets of stairs. On both sides of carpet are tables, each with a white, garnet, or navy tablecloth and matching cloth napkins. Vased flowers sit in the center of each table. About three- quarters of the seats are occupied. "Fly Me to the Moon" is playing in the background. The event appears poorly funded but not cheap.
Scene shifts to outside of building. The front of the two-story brick building is wide with an arched awning over double doors. A long and wide series of stone steps leads up to the building's entrance. Two large stone sphinx stand guard at either side of the door. All lights are off with the exception of the bottom floor and the top right corner of the second floor. From the center of the building's front, large letters spell out A. Barron Museum Of World History.
Camera shifts 180°, and we see close-up of Monk's face staring, squinting up at the building.)
Monk: (begins to mouth the building's name repeatedly)
(Camera pulls out of close-up. From behind Monk we see Sharona awkwardly hobbling up the steps. A few steps back from Monk, Sharona stumbles.)
Sharona: Damn it! Uhgh! I hate this pair!
Monk: (Turns head to look back at Sharona, then goes back to staring at the building. Sharona catches up to him.)
Sharona: What's wrong, Adrian? (She too looks up and camera swivels around to look down on their faces. Both are squinting)
Monk: (face scrunches up) of.
Sharona: (furrows brows) Of?
Monk: It's capitalized.
Sharona: Yea.
Monk: It shouldn't be (he swallows) capitalized.
Sharona: (rolls eyes and sighs heavily)
(Camera shifts back to a view parallel with them.)
Sharona: C'mon, Adrian. (She goes back to clambering up steps.) We're gonna be late.
(She continues, but Monk stays.)
Sharona: (turns around) (sternly) Adrian.
Monk: (looks up to Sharona and makes a Bill Cosby's "father's look" face.)
Sharona: (takes a couple of steps back, down toward Monk) Listen, Adrian. There'll be news guys here. It'll be a good chance to get some publicity. (She leans forward face-to-face with Monk) (Slowly and deliberately) Adrian, please?
Monk: (Frowns, closes eyes, swallows, opens eyes, then slowly continues up the steps, arm in arm with Sharona.)
Sharona: Thank you.
(Behind them a car pulls up. A couple steps out and the two hurry up the stairs. Ahead of them Monk and Sharona have reached the museum's double doors. Sharona stands by the door waiting for Monk to open it.)
Monk: (stands patiently waiting, and looking intently at Sharona.)
Sharona: Well, are we going in?
Monk: That would be the next, uh, step.
Sharona: Well?
Monk: (scrunches up face in look of confusion)
Sharona: (motions toward doors with eyebrows)
Monk: (scrunches face deeper.)
Sharona: (gives Monk "teacher look")
Monk: (face still scrunched, he begins to shake head slightly)
Sharona: (slowly) Adrian.
(The couple has caught up to Monk and Sharona)
Monk: Sharona, please? (With an uplifted look of despair)
Sharona: (after a brief moment of contemplation, shakes head and grasps Monk's hand) C'mon, Adrian.
Monk: (look of horror)
Sharona: (clasping Monk's hand, she reaches for the door with Monk's hand.)
(Behind them the couple is beginning to look concerned)
Monk: (suddenly pulls back hand) No, I...I..can't.
(The man steps forward)
Man: Is there some kind of problem?
Sharona: Problem? No, none at all. It's just my friend he, uh, he doesn't really -
(suddenly from within the building we hear a blood-curdling scream.)
Monk: (instantly reaches for the door, opens it, and runs in.)
(Camera changes to a group of people wearing shocked faces. Monk runs in, followed by Sharona about a second later. Camera swivels for momentary glance at body, then back to Monk and Sharona.)
Sharona: (sounding somewhat amazed) Adrian.
Monk: (appearing zoned out, almost day-dreaming) Yeah.
Sharona: You opened the door.
Monk: Yeah
Sharona: Adrian, do you know what this is?
Monk: (face slowly breaks into a wide grin, then slowly turns head to Sharona.) A fresh crime scene.
(Still smiling, Monk turns back to face the camera. His smile now slowly dissolves into a look of grim realization. Slowly he turns back to Sharona.) Wipe?
(Cue intro)
Author: Last Will of Greenville
Disclaimer: Monk belongs to the USA Network, Mandeville Films, and Touchstone Television. This story belongs to me.
Summary: Monk is to be honored at a world history museum when a popular researcher is murdered forcing Monk to test the wrath an ancient curse and solve a case in which the main suspect appears to be over 3,000 years old.
Rating: PG Author's Notes: I've written this in script format because otherwise I'd have to give insight into Monk's thoughts and possessing few OCD tendencies myself that could prove a bit of a challenge. Plus I find it easier to "see" a story when it's written as though it's being watched.
THIS IS MY FIRST FIC SO PLEASE JUDGE ACCORDINGLY.
Please take the time to write a review, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks, and enjoy!
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(Camera opens to banquet scene. A small stage is at one end of the room and a burgundy carpet runs through the room's center from the entrance to the room to the front of the stage, splitting, either side turning left and right following up one of two sets of stairs. On both sides of carpet are tables, each with a white, garnet, or navy tablecloth and matching cloth napkins. Vased flowers sit in the center of each table. About three- quarters of the seats are occupied. "Fly Me to the Moon" is playing in the background. The event appears poorly funded but not cheap.
Scene shifts to outside of building. The front of the two-story brick building is wide with an arched awning over double doors. A long and wide series of stone steps leads up to the building's entrance. Two large stone sphinx stand guard at either side of the door. All lights are off with the exception of the bottom floor and the top right corner of the second floor. From the center of the building's front, large letters spell out A. Barron Museum Of World History.
Camera shifts 180°, and we see close-up of Monk's face staring, squinting up at the building.)
Monk: (begins to mouth the building's name repeatedly)
(Camera pulls out of close-up. From behind Monk we see Sharona awkwardly hobbling up the steps. A few steps back from Monk, Sharona stumbles.)
Sharona: Damn it! Uhgh! I hate this pair!
Monk: (Turns head to look back at Sharona, then goes back to staring at the building. Sharona catches up to him.)
Sharona: What's wrong, Adrian? (She too looks up and camera swivels around to look down on their faces. Both are squinting)
Monk: (face scrunches up) of.
Sharona: (furrows brows) Of?
Monk: It's capitalized.
Sharona: Yea.
Monk: It shouldn't be (he swallows) capitalized.
Sharona: (rolls eyes and sighs heavily)
(Camera shifts back to a view parallel with them.)
Sharona: C'mon, Adrian. (She goes back to clambering up steps.) We're gonna be late.
(She continues, but Monk stays.)
Sharona: (turns around) (sternly) Adrian.
Monk: (looks up to Sharona and makes a Bill Cosby's "father's look" face.)
Sharona: (takes a couple of steps back, down toward Monk) Listen, Adrian. There'll be news guys here. It'll be a good chance to get some publicity. (She leans forward face-to-face with Monk) (Slowly and deliberately) Adrian, please?
Monk: (Frowns, closes eyes, swallows, opens eyes, then slowly continues up the steps, arm in arm with Sharona.)
Sharona: Thank you.
(Behind them a car pulls up. A couple steps out and the two hurry up the stairs. Ahead of them Monk and Sharona have reached the museum's double doors. Sharona stands by the door waiting for Monk to open it.)
Monk: (stands patiently waiting, and looking intently at Sharona.)
Sharona: Well, are we going in?
Monk: That would be the next, uh, step.
Sharona: Well?
Monk: (scrunches up face in look of confusion)
Sharona: (motions toward doors with eyebrows)
Monk: (scrunches face deeper.)
Sharona: (gives Monk "teacher look")
Monk: (face still scrunched, he begins to shake head slightly)
Sharona: (slowly) Adrian.
(The couple has caught up to Monk and Sharona)
Monk: Sharona, please? (With an uplifted look of despair)
Sharona: (after a brief moment of contemplation, shakes head and grasps Monk's hand) C'mon, Adrian.
Monk: (look of horror)
Sharona: (clasping Monk's hand, she reaches for the door with Monk's hand.)
(Behind them the couple is beginning to look concerned)
Monk: (suddenly pulls back hand) No, I...I..can't.
(The man steps forward)
Man: Is there some kind of problem?
Sharona: Problem? No, none at all. It's just my friend he, uh, he doesn't really -
(suddenly from within the building we hear a blood-curdling scream.)
Monk: (instantly reaches for the door, opens it, and runs in.)
(Camera changes to a group of people wearing shocked faces. Monk runs in, followed by Sharona about a second later. Camera swivels for momentary glance at body, then back to Monk and Sharona.)
Sharona: (sounding somewhat amazed) Adrian.
Monk: (appearing zoned out, almost day-dreaming) Yeah.
Sharona: You opened the door.
Monk: Yeah
Sharona: Adrian, do you know what this is?
Monk: (face slowly breaks into a wide grin, then slowly turns head to Sharona.) A fresh crime scene.
(Still smiling, Monk turns back to face the camera. His smile now slowly dissolves into a look of grim realization. Slowly he turns back to Sharona.) Wipe?
(Cue intro)