BEDROOM. EARLY EVENING.
ISABEL, asleep, dreaming, confused.
She awakens in shock, panting...and calls for "DARRIN!!!!!"
MALE runs into shot, with his back to the camera.
What is it, Sweetheart? What's the matter?"
Oh, Darling. It was horrible. I dreamed I was some kind of
actress in a television remake of our lives. Apparently, I was
this other witch playing me in a TV show. But it wasn't me.
Aunt Clara was there...and so was Uncle Arthur...and yet, it
wasn't them. They didn't look like themselves. And neither
did YOU. You didn't look like YOU!! It's just all so confusing...!
Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.
Now look at me... do I look like me now?
We see JIM CARREY, where we may have expected Will Ferrell.
(whom we now realize IS really SAMANTHA)
Yes, of course.
She embraces him with tears of joy.
It's okay, Sam. It's all over now.
Oh, thank goodness it wasn't real.
Sweetheart - THIS is real. WE are real.The real story of how we met and fell in love isone for the ages. Do you remember?
Of course, I remember....
We then cut to my script.