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Screen Play! Act I Scene I

FOREST. DAY.

A dog limps through splintered sunlight falling from the trees as a wolf’s howl chases closely behind. He pauses on a rocky cliff side over looking a city at the forest’s edge. Bloody paw prints stain the stone as he walks off.

HOUSE – INT. DAY.

MARISOL (7) plays with a decapitated Barbie as he mother cooks dinner. A ghostly woman materializes behind her.

GHOST

Ma…ri…

Marisol turns, oddly at ease at the sight of the dead woman, and watches as she floats through the door. She steals a glance at her mother before quietly running after her.

HOUSE – EXT. DAY.

The ghost melts through the wrought iron gate and disappears down the street.

FOREST. DAY.

From the trees a low growl reverberates in the air. The dog collapses: pooling crimson fills the cracks of the sidewalk and leaks into the street.

HOUSE – INT. DAY.

Marisol’s mother wipes her forehead with a cloth hanging on the oven handle. All she hears is the sound of sizzling grease. She looks over, expecting to see her daughter lost in an imaginary world, but all she finds is a Barbie lying lifeless on the floor.

M. MOTHER

Mari? Marisol?

STREET. DAY.

Marisol runs up to the smiling apparition, but as she reaches her, the ghost fades into the air. Lying a few feet in front of her is the dying dog and it’s murderer starring at its new prey with sickly yellow eyes.

HOUSE – EXT. DAY.

A scream pierces the afternoon silence. Terror fills Marisol’s mother’s eyes and she frantically races through the gates.

STREET. DAY.

The wolf crouches, bearing his bloody fangs. He pounces, but before his teeth can clamp around Marisol’s fragile neck, an arm snatches her up into the air. He pounces again. Misses. Marisol’s mother picks up a rock. It flies inches above the wolf’s head and cracks against the concrete. He turns but another collides with its head. Shaken, the wolf takes a step back before retreating to the safety of the forest.

M. MOTHER

Don’t you ever leave the house without me! Do you want to kill me, scaring me like that?

MARISOL

But ma…

The dog whines softly.

MARISOL.

Can you fix him?

HOUSE – EXT. DAY.

Marisol’s mother crushes leaves and flower petals in a bowl as Marisol peers over her shoulder.

MARISOL

What are you doing?

M. MOTHER

This should help. Your grandma taught me how to make this.

She gently coats the wound with the ointment and wraps it with a bandage.

M. MOTHER (CONT.)

There. Now he needs to rest. What do you think you’re doing running off like that? You could’ve been killed!

MARISOL

Grandma told me to.

Her mother wraps her in her loving arms.

M. MOTHER

Mari, your grandma has been dead for years.

MARISOL

Si I know, but I saw her. Really.

M. MOTHER

Saw her while playing pretend?

MARISOL

No! I really did see her! I’m not crazy Ma.

M. MOTHER

Did I say you were crazy? I don’t think you’re crazy, just good at pretending.

Marisol pushes away from her.

MARISOL

Ma!

M. MOTHER

Okay. Okay. Next time you tell your grandma no, or else you’ll get spanked!

They get up and walk to the house.

MARISOL

So can we keep him? Please?

M. MOTHER

Ask your father.

MARISOL

You always say that.

M. MOTHER

So you should already know.

Marisol hangs her head in defeat.

MARISOL

So – not – fair.

 
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Posted by on October 2, 2013 in Screenplay, Scribbles

 

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