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by Sierra
Rated: E · Script/Play · Dark · #1664343
(Short Screenplay)Rachel has a curse and a dilemma, pass it on or pass on?
(Approx. 4 minutes)

A BLACK SCREEN:

Deep, frantic breathing.

FADE IN:


INT. CAFÉ – DAY

In a dark corner of a busy café, RACHEL’s wide eyes dart frantically around. Twenty-five year old Rachel is thin and tired, but not unattractive.

A WAITER pushed through the crowds of chairs to Rachel’s table. He leans over and opens his mouth to speak but a CUSTOMER squeezes behind and brushes him, causing the waiter to fall forward.

As the waiter rests his hands on Rachel’s table to stop his fall, the alarmed Rachel jumps up from her seat.

WAITER
Are you alright?

He leans a hand out to touch her trembling arm.

RACHEL
Don’t touch me.

The café falls into silence and Rachel rushes out.


INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON

Rachel stands on a chair in the middle of the room. Her head nearly touches the ceiling and her face is hidden by a ceiling beam.

The sounds of scraping as wood carvings drop from the beam, Rachel is carving something into the wood.

A wall is covered with newspaper clippings about deaths. Common names link the articles and are circled in red pen with red lines connecting each article. The last picture shows a healthier Rachel smiling with her arms around an attractive young man with the red markings slashed in an x across his image and circling hers.

Interspersed with the clippings are pages from books, newspaper/magazine articles, and internet printouts. Within these pages words such as CURSE, DEATH, TRANSFER are underlined or circled in the same red pen marks.

Rachel steps down from the chair and places her army knife on her dresser, beside various occult books, candles, crystals and dried herbs. She picks up a coil of rope. Her now visible face is calm, almost happy.

Rachel takes the rope, already tied in a hangman’s noose knot, and stands back on the chair. She begins to thread the free end through the beam.

She freezes as the scene around her fades out, and she is left in blackness.


EXT. STREET

Rachel, still frozen in the same position, now stands on an island in the middle of a street packed with people yelling incoherently and carrying signs.

She watches the protesting crowd for a gap. When she see’s an exit she hugs her arms to herself and hides her bare hands then dashes through the people, careful not to tip off of anyone with her bare skin.


INT. BATHROOM – MORNING

Steam fills the bathroom as the bathtub fills with hot water. Rachel, wearing nothing but a towel around her, shifts through the sink drawer and pulls out two shiny razor blades.

She delicately places them on the edge of a bath and turns off the taps. As she lifts a leg to put it in the water, her surroundings fade to black.


EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE

A small group of CONSTRUCTION WORKERS call out to the nearly naked Rachel as she stares about her in dismay.

While she searches for an exit one of the construction workers ambles up to her

CONSTRUCTION WORKER 1
Hey baby, you looking for a rubdown?

She goes to slap him but pauses with her hand just inches from his face. Rachel stumbles back in alarm.


INT. BATHROOM – EVENING

Rachel rushes into the room still wearing the towel. She drops the towel and thrusts open her cabinet doors. Rachel then scoops out all the pill bottles and packets that she has.


INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

Rachel sits on her bed dressed in her pajamas and fluffy animal slippers. The pills are laid in front of her.

Rachel scoops up a handful of pills and pops them in her mouth, then washes them down with a gulp of water.

A few minutes later there are no pills left on the bed. Rachel closes her eyes and falls backwards onto her pillow.


EXT. FRONT OF CAFÉ – MORNING

It is still early morning and the street is deserted. Traffic can be heard faintly in the neighboring blocks.

With his back to the street the waiter sets up tables and chairs in front of the café.

He turns around and sees Rachel standing in the street in her pajamas. Her eyes are closed and she appears to be asleep.

The waiter hurries up to her and grabs her by the shoulders. He shakes Rachel to try to wake her.

WAITER
Hey, hey!

When she does not respond, the waiter slaps her across the face. Rachel’s eyes snap open. The scene fades out around them and immediately fades back in.

WAITER
What the hell was that?

The waiter stands backwards away from Rachel.

Rachel buries her face in her hands.

RACHEL
I didn’t want to pass it on.

A large red bus sweeps into view and smashes in to Rachel.

The waiter stares in bewilderment as the bus screeches to a stop.


FADE OUT.



END.
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