<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609666</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:51:51.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crown Jewels</title><subtitle type='html'>Book and screenplay by D.C. Copeland</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crownjewelsthebookandmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crownjewelsthebookandmovie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Verticus Erectus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/SawcZMbmLpI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0s_kxW2DMVY/S220/GumsandalsLens.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38609666.post-116896952960878189</id><published>2007-01-16T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:45:33.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/R8jSdSeY1bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fyK6QvcKNjw/s1600-h/Crown+Jewels+Front+Cover+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172615572652348850" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/R8jSdSeY1bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fyK6QvcKNjw/s400/Crown+Jewels+Front+Cover+Blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crown Jewels," a quirky, family comedy book and screenplay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by D.C. Copeland.&lt;br /&gt;Registered with the WGA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Based on the book available &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/2124440"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last pages of the screenplay can be found below. Max "Gumsandals" Cohen is hanging from a Goodyear blimp mooring rope over Miami. His hefty weight is keeping the blimp from rising as quickly as it could. The gondola is packed with weekend revolutionaries who have hijacked the blimp to Cuba. The Mayor of Miami is on board as well as Max's partner Charles "Chuck" Song and undercover cop Juan Matecumbe. Juan looks like Bozo the Clown. Chuck looks like a banana. Max looks like a bowl of fruit. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob Marley's &lt;em&gt;"Three Little Birds"&lt;/em&gt; brings up the credits and sums up Max's mantra:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't worry. Everything is going to be alright." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BRICKELL AVENUE—DAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Cohen clan is stuck in traffic in an open pink Caddy convertible. Alfredo, in a rented tux, is honking the horn. MR. AND MRS. GONZALEZ are sitting next to him, the youngest Cohens on their laps. The back seat carries the rest of the Cohens. Jessica is crying. Everybody is sweating. Alfredo happens to look up as a large shadow passes overhead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALFREDO&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone looks except Alfredo’s mom who is looking adoringly at her son. Alfredo sees this and translates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALFREDO&lt;br /&gt;¡Mire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns and squints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy lifts her shades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENDY&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, mom! Look, IT’S DADDY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary turns from trying to comfort Jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their POV: The blimp glides by dangerously low. Max, the fruit bowl, is twisting slowly in the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary stands up in the car, cups her mouth and yells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;MAX COHEN! YOU COME DOWN FROM THERE THIS MINUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Max hears her voice and looks down from the spinning line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AERIAL on Max’s POV: He can see his family stranded in traffic. The children are waving at him. We can barely hear Mary over the roar of the blimp’s engine SOUND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;You’ll miss your daughter’s wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max waits to spin around before shouting over the SOUND of the engine: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry! Everything is going to be all right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waves back to the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BRICKELL AVENUE—DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With Mary still standing behind them and berating her husband, the Gonzalezes exchange dubious glances before glancing at Alfredo who has slumped into his seat. He implies with some body language that his future father-in-law is crazy. Jessica nudges him hard from the back seat. He looks back and sees her angry eyes. He smiles weakly and turns around sheepishly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam is watching the blimp intently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIRIAM&lt;br /&gt;(spelling)&lt;br /&gt;H-E-L-P. Help...I-M...B-E-ING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the word HIJACKED! spells itself out on the side of the blimp and flashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BRICKELL AVENUE—DAY&lt;br /&gt;Pedestrians panic, scream, and run for cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police cars are racing down the wrong side of the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BRICKELL AVENUE CONDO—DAY&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-four floors up on a condo balcony a man is sitting in a chair reading a magazine. MAN ON BALCONY, a white-haired retiree looks up as a large shadow spreads over him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN ON BALCONY&lt;br /&gt;( calmly)&lt;br /&gt;Darling, do we still have the Sunday Herald?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN ON BALCONY (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN ON BALCONY&lt;br /&gt;( getting up)&lt;br /&gt;Could you bring it to me, please? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;As the gondola moves towards us, we see Hernandez’s screaming face plastered against the window as he mouths these words: We’re going to crash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BRICKELL AVE CONDO—DAY&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN ON BALCONY, the retiree’s blue-haired wife, is bent over and walking backwards onto the balcony. She is dragging a rolled Sunday Miami Herald behind her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN ON BALCONY&lt;br /&gt;I thought you gave up reading the Sunday paper for your health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she turns around, she gasps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVERSE SHOT: The blimp is filling the screen just beyond the balcony rail. The blimp’s engines are growing LOUDER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN ON BALCONY&lt;br /&gt;(shouting)&lt;br /&gt;What’s the use of being old and healthy if you can’t enjoy it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVERSE SHOT: The man picks up one end of the newspaper. He has to shout over the ROAR of the fanjets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN ON BALCONY&lt;br /&gt;You’d think 250 feet up in the air you’d get some privacy. Darling, grab an end, will ya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His startled wife grabs an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN ON BALCONY&lt;br /&gt;That’s the girl. Okay, start swinging it back and forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;As the battle continues inside, Hernandez screams at the Pilot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.F. HERNANDEZ&lt;br /&gt;What’s going on? Why can’t we get higher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PILOT&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. Something’s dragging us down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;Max sees what is about to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;Oy vai, not the Sunday Herald! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVERSE SHOT: Max is closing in on the balcony and the old couple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on board has stopped fighting to stare in horror out the windows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;No, not the Sunday Herald!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BRICKELL AVENUE CONDO—DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN ON BALCONY&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let go of the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLO-MO: The paper arcs across the blue sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper is sucked into the fanjet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;The gondola is rocked from side to side, throwing the men to the floor and against the sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;The fanjet spits out smoke and confetti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max looks like he’s in the middle of a snowstorm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blimp starts to roll downward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max finds himself falling toward the gondola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max’s body smacks the gondola’s side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is dragged toward the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand reaches out and grabs the door handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to hold on, he manages to open the door and fall into the gondola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;As it rolls in the opposite direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max starts sliding back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max’s POV: Over his legs as they slide across the floor toward the open door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. BLIMP GONDOLA-- DAY&lt;br /&gt;Max spreads his legs and his fruit shoes catch each side of the doorway before the gondola shudders and twists again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;Max slides back across the floor into the opposite side. He grabs a pair of legs and looks up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legs belong to Trenchcoat. He has been knocked out but because it is so crowded, he can’t fall down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max struggles to get to his feet. When he looks around, he stops short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max’s POV: Everyone except the Pilot and Hernandez have been knocked out. Because there is no place to fall, everybody is standing. Hernandez sees Max O.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERNANDEZ&lt;br /&gt;(waving machete)&lt;br /&gt;¡TU MOIR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max grabs a machete from one of the unconscious men and waves it over their heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;GEHARGET YAWLST DOO VEREU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tips of the machetes meet over the unconscious men as the two combatants exchange feeble blows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot turns anxiously to the angry adversaries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PILOT&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, please, be careful where you poke those things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot sees something outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot’s POV: The Orange Bowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot whips the blimp’s steering wheel hard to the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. ORANGE BOWL—DAY&lt;br /&gt;As the damaged blimp comes in over the east end zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blimp’s single nose wheel bounces off the gridiron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is bouncing around like rag dolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hernandez is thrown across the unconscious standees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. ORANGE BOWL—DAY&lt;br /&gt;The blimp’s nose wheel rises off the turf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;Max is thrown forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. ORANGE BOWL—DAY&lt;br /&gt;The blimp nose-dives into the turf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;The human cargo crashes toward the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and Hernandez, both dazed, meet in the middle. Max pokes Hernandez in the eyes alá the Three Stooges and Hernandez’ response sounds just like Curly’s. Max applies the coup de grace with a bop on the top of the head that renders the man unconscious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Sir, let me be the first to congratulate you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, dazed, turns to the voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayor is crawling over the unconscious bodies to get to Max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;By saving the Goodrich blimp— &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;That’s GoodYEAR, Jack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and the Mayor turn to the voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck is moving toward them over the bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;Si, GoodYEAR blimp.&lt;br /&gt;( returns to Max)&lt;br /&gt;By saving the Goodyear blimp, one of America’s most cherished items, I’d like to present you a Key to the City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts digging around his pockets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Forget the Key. I got a better idea. This is your chance to be a hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayor stops short and looks up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;A hero? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;A hero. Yeah. We’ll tell everyone it was you who saved the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;Me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this could get you on The Tonight Show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;The Tonight Show? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;With Jay Leno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;( suspiciously)&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Just get us to the church on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. ORANGE BOWL—DAY&lt;br /&gt;As the blimp deflates, police cars slide to a stop outside the gondola. Cops surround the gondola, guns drawn. One looks inside the open door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BLIMP GONDOLA—DAY&lt;br /&gt;The cop sticks his gun through the doorway. This scene grows gradually darker as the blimp’s envelope deflates around the gondola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COP #3&lt;br /&gt;Don’t anyone move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor, hands raised, eases away from Chuck and Max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it’s me, the Mayor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COP #3&lt;br /&gt;You all right, sir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine. Arrest everybody! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;What? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;Everybody! Especially the fruit bowl and the banana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Why you—&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop’s gun pressed against Chuck’s head stops him short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayor backs out of the gondola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;Hey, there aren’t enough seats on Leno’s show for three heroes. Don’t worry, banana boy. I’m not a complete schmuck. I’m not a four-term mayor for nothin’. I know how to play my options. Showing grace is one of ‘em.&lt;br /&gt;(turns to the cop)&lt;br /&gt;The fruit bowl’s daughter is getting married today. Cuff ‘em and take ‘em to Vizcaya before you book ‘em.&lt;br /&gt;( turns back)&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you put the guy in the designer fatigues in solitary. The bastard tried to kidnap me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUAN (O.S)&lt;br /&gt;And don’t forget, he hijacked the blimp, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayor turns to the voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan, rubbing his clown head, extends his clown hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUAN&lt;br /&gt;Juan Matecumbe at your service, your honor. I work for you, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayor cringes at the thought as everything becomes pitch black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYOR&lt;br /&gt;SHACKLE THAT CLOWN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. ORANGE BOWL—DAY&lt;br /&gt;As the huge rubber envelope settles on top of the gondola and the squad cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. VIZCAYA GARDENS—DAY&lt;br /&gt;When industrialist James Deering died, he left his Italian Renaissance estate to Dade County. The gardens have been used for assembly line weddings ever since. The faux coral rock cross is changed by Parks &amp;amp; Recreation staff to a combined faux coral rock Star of David and Cross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle finds the symbol disturbing as she, Saul, Mary and the Gonzalezes are ushered forward along a center aisle to vacating wooden folding chairs. Mary keeps looking over her shoulder for Max. We hear a POLICE SIREN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olga sees him first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLGA&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, it’s daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary turns with a hopeful smile, which quickly fades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Max, Chuck, and Juan, still in costume and shackled together, are being led down the center aisle by an armed police escort. Their hands are cuffed in front of them. Max is moving in quick little steps, leading the rest with him.&lt;br /&gt;Giselle shrieks and grabs her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GISELLE&lt;br /&gt;Ihmbeshrien! Is that my son? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She falls into Saul’s arms and he struggles to hold her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary ignores the histrionics and tries to walk past a VIZCAYA ATTENDANT. He won’t let her pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIZCAYA ATTENDANT&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, ma’am. Center aisle moves forward only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;That’s my husband.&lt;br /&gt;( pointing)&lt;br /&gt;I have to get to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the attendant turns to look, Mary slips around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIZCAYA ATTENDANT&lt;br /&gt;Hey, come back here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary runs up to Max. They embrace. Photo flashes pop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss the wedding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;No, darling, you’re just in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you’d I make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG COP carrying an equally big shotgun breaks them apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;No fraternizing with the prisoners, lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;But he hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s on a case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a basket case. Now get along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;But— &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;Lady, if you don’t cooperate, I’m going to take him right to jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL&lt;br /&gt;Jail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;( scooping up Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;Jail? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long story, honey. Just call our lawyer after the wedding. I should be home by tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;But what about the reception? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max turns to the Big Cop with sad, supplicating eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max turns with a heavy heart back to his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;Try to enjoy it without me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel begins to cry. Max tries to reach out to her and comfort her, but his handcuffs scrape her head, which makes her cry even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;Enough already. You’re impeding a public function. Move ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gonzalez is standing next to her husband across the aisle when her eyes meet Max’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max the fruta bola offers a weak smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gonzalez draws back into the safety of her husband’s arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Cop escorts his chained charges to their seats, makes them sit down, and then sits down behind them. Mary sits in the front row with Giselle and Saul on the end. When she leans over to touch Max, the Big Cop stops her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no one’s ‘loud to touch the prisoners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GISELLE&lt;br /&gt;Prisoners! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t keep my husband here, he has to walk our daughter down the aisle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;The hell he does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;But it’s tradition! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GISELLE&lt;br /&gt;Tradition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle spits the word out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;Honey, if you think the bride walking down the aisle with a fruit basket is— &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGT. EASTWOOD (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Fruit bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;Fruit bowl is traditional, then, baby, I better arrest you, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Cop turns to the voice and jumps to his feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Eastwood is back, bigger than ever on his horse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGT. EASTWOOD&lt;br /&gt;Now why would you want to go and do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Cop salutes. Wendy is standing beside the horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Eastwood, sir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGT. EASTWOOD&lt;br /&gt;Cut the lady some slack, officer. I’ll take full responsibility for the fruit bowl. Unlock him and let him march down the aisle with his daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;But, sir... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGT. EASTWOOD&lt;br /&gt;VILL DO AS I AM TOLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outburst and the German accent catch everyone by surprise. Even the horse. Eastwood fights to control it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Cop salutes and with trembling hands unlocks Max’s handcuffs and shackles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;(whispering)&lt;br /&gt;Who is this guy, anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;( whispering)&lt;br /&gt;Some guy who’s got the hots for Wendy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a tip of his helmet, Eastwood smiles down at Wendy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy smiles back up at him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Max is freed, he immediately hugs Mary and gives her an impassioned kiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENDY&lt;br /&gt;C’mon, dad. We’re runnin’ late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy grabs her father and leads him and her sisters away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the wedding parties can settle into their seats the Wedding March MUSIC begins. Everyone turns to look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridesmaids are led down the center aisle by Rachel, followed by each sister until... A moment passes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphonso can’t stand the suspense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary strains to see the entrance of the bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Gonzalez are anxious, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Max, the deranged bowl of fruit, and his beautiful daughter stumble out from behind a big bush into the center aisle. Jessica, it seems, is crying uncontrollably. Max is smiling gamely and patting her forearm. Flashbulbs burst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Cop and his prisoners are looking up at us. Big Cop cocks the shotgun as a reminder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max tries to smile. He looks elsewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary is smiling and wiping away tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are welling-up in Max’s eyes. He looks elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle, crying, is putting sunglasses on. Saul is sitting down, fast asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max wipes away a tear and looks elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REVEREND walks out from behind a coral rock wall toward us. The man is wearing a seersucker suit and a Hawaiian tie. And tennis shoes. Instead of a Bible, he’s carrying a black vinyl notebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tic grows around Max’s eye as he looks elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo looks alarmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max tries to smile as he mumbles: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cohen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;D-Don’t worry. Everything is going to be alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy? Daddy, please let go of my arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max turns to the voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, mascara running down her face, also looks alarmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo yanks Jessica’s arm from Max’s clamp-like grip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max stares at the space where Jessica’s arm used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENDY (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Dad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy has stepped out of the bridal party and grabbed Max by the arm. She turns him gently around and leads him stumbling back to his seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns around to look at his daughters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all are crying and looking upon him sadly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max wants to tell them not to worry when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handcuffs snap around his wrists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His legs are reshackled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max slumps in on himself as the wedding ceremony begins, sounding like a vague droning SOUND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GISELLE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the rabbi? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t any rabbi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GISELLE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;No rabbi? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;He’s a Justice of the Peace. Alfredo’s Catholic and Jessie’s searchin’— &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle’s eyes blink uncomprehendingly as the Sacred Symbols pass across the lens of her sunglasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GISELLE&lt;br /&gt;Catholic? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gonzalez clutches her chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. GONZALEZ&lt;br /&gt;Hewish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle faints against Saul knocking him into the center aisle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Saul hits the grass, the jolt lets lose an AUDIBLE SUSTAINED FART. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traditional wedding closing MUSIC RISES as the youngest Cohen girls react to the fart. They think its the funniest thing that ever happened as the newly weds rush by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly weds jump over Saul as if he wasn’t there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck leans over to Max during the commotion and whispers: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Max, here’s a wedding gift. Give it to Mary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max looks at his hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s holding the gonad earrings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max can’t believe it. He turns back to Chuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck urges him on in a harsh whisper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Quick, give ‘em to Mary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max can’t take his eyes off the things and, as if under a spell, does exactly as he is told. Too bad he can’t speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck looks around uneasily and then turns to Mary O.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Mary! Mary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary is wiping away tears as she turns from watching her baby run off to begin a new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck is looking up at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Take ‘em and hide ‘em in your purse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Cop appears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG COP&lt;br /&gt;What’s going on here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck smacks Max’s hands and the earrings go flying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck looks back up at the cop O.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;The lady lost an earring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, startled, tries to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;I did? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck points with his handcuffed hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, under your chair. See it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary starts looking for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;( picks it up)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck nods toward the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget the other one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary picks it off the grass and starts putting it on her ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my goodness, I’m just losing everything. Thank you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck shrugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;No problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max’s eyes blink and a smile begins to form on his face. He looks at Chuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck smiles smugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;Ninja mumbo jumbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max reaches out to plant a big wet kiss on his partner’s cheek when Big Cop orders them up onto their feet and pushes them along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max looks back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary is smiling and waving and wearing the gonad earrings. She motions for him to turn around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max turns around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and Alfredo are waving good-bye before disappearing into their bright new future behind the evergreen bush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, struggling against his armed guard, shouts after them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry! Everything is going to be alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEZE FRAME. Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" comes UP and carries through the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other screenplays by D.C. Copeland: &lt;a href="http://fifthstreetthetvseries.blogspot.com/"&gt;5th Street&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.badpresents.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bad Presents&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.highschoolreunionmassacre.blogspot.com/"&gt;High School Reunion Massacre&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.luckybastardthemovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucky Bastard! A Family Film&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.monstermountain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monster Mountain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nokosee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nokosee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.onceuponatimeinharlem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Once Upon A Time In Harlem&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.savethechildrenthemovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Save the Children&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.treethemovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tree!&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.victoriaparke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Victoria Parke&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.yahoothemovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38609666-116896952960878189?l=crownjewelsthebookandmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609666/posts/default/116896952960878189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38609666/posts/default/116896952960878189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crownjewelsthebookandmovie.blogspot.com/2007/01/crown-jewels-quirky-family-comedy-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Verticus Erectus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/SawcZMbmLpI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0s_kxW2DMVY/S220/GumsandalsLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/R8jSdSeY1bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fyK6QvcKNjw/s72-c/Crown+Jewels+Front+Cover+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
