Thursday, September 8, 2016

Two Winters Past



DARKNESS.

KNOCKING.

FADE IN ON...

INT. HOUSE. DAY. 

CLOSEUP of KAY. She is terrified.

MIRANDA: (Whispers) Stacy, who is this man?

KAY: (whispers) He’s the man who killed my father.

KNOCKING.

KAY: Do you have a basement? You’ve got to hide me.

MIRANDA: We can put you in a bedroom closet upstairs.

KAY: You have to hide too. I’m afraid of what he might do.

MIRANDA: I’d like to see him try.

MIRANDA leads KAY upstairs to a back bedroom. Knocking continues.

MIRANDA: In here.

MIRANDA opens a closet door and ushers KAY inside. Downstairs the door is broken.

VIC (OS): Where are you, little girl?

KAY: Please. Please, you have to hide.

MIRANDA: I’m going down to put this man out of my house. No one breaks down my door!

MIRANDA closes closet, stomps downstairs to find VIC in the kitchen. He is a big man in tattered clothes. A long knife hangs from VIC's belt. 

MIRANDA: And who exactly do you think you are?

VIC: I’m here for the little girl. She belongs to me.

MIRANDA: There is no one here but me, so you’d best move on before I call for my son.

VIC: I watched her come in here, old woman, so don’t fuck with me.

MIRANDA: I don’t appreciate that kind of language in my house.

VIC hits MIRANDA, knocks her down.

VIC: Where is the little girl?

MIRANDA sits up, rubbing her face. There is blood running from her nose.

KAY: (sexy) Right here, baby.

KAY descends the stairs with her hip popped.

KAY: You should see all the food this bitch has.

MIRANDA: You’re with him?

KAY: He’s not going to kill you. I made him promise. If I got in and found out, he would come take it, but he won’t kill you.

MIRANDA: How could you do this?

KAY: I did you a favor, okay? Come on Vic, just get the stuff so we can go?

VIC: You find where the smoke came from?

KAY: She has a grill out back. Propane.

VIC: Propane? You’ve got to be shitting me! Lady, I think we might just stick around a day or two.

KAY: Come on, Vic, you promised we’d get to New York.

VIC: We’ll go when I say we go, or you’ll get what I gave the old lady. Now put her upstairs.



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