Friday, November 28, 2014

From Beer To Eternity


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In Chapter 25 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, Rommy and the revolutionaries continue their trek uptown through the abandoned subway tunnel until they literally reach a brick wall. Meanwhile, the evening news report on the chaos in the streets gets sidetracked by drug and alcohol abuse ...


INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL - NIGHT
The hand cart continues going north.
Everyone stares ahead silently.

Gaga turns, looks at Rommy.
He stares at the picture.

Sighs. Puts it away.
Sees Gaga looking at him.

GAGA
How you feeling?

ROMMY
Like I’m swimming in a big vat
of fuck you.

GAGA
(feels his forehead)
You’re burning up --

ROMMY
I’ll be okay.
I just need to see Jool.

GAGA
We’ll find her. I promise.
Then we’ll make some more
of the vaccine --

JAG
SHIT.

MONSTER
FUCK ME.

Rommy and Gaga turn and look.
The tunnel ahead has been
WALLED UP WITH BRICKS.

BRICK
End of the line.
Guess we’re gonna have to
go above-ground.

ROMMY
Where are we?

BRICK
Forty-second street.

JAG
Fucking GREAT.

GAGA
Why did they wall it up?

BRICK
Fucking KAPPS like to keep out
illegal immigrants.

ROMMY
Oh, YEAH?
(raises his fist in the air)
Gimme your tired, poor, huddled masses
yearning to KICK ASS.
(off their looks)
What.
What you looking at?

INT. NEWS STUDIO - NIGHT
Brock and Nobu sit at their news desk.
Look scared.

Brock absently shuffles papers.
Nobu sips from her coffee mug.

BROCK
This just in, the republic is now
in a state of complete chaos.
We urge everyone to STAY INSIDE --

NOBU
Fuck it, Brock.
What’s the use?
It’s Armageddon.
Judgment day.
The end of days.
(hiccups)
You know? Fuck it.
We might as well
jump off the roof --

Brock GRABS her mug.
Smells it.

BROCK
(sharp whisper)
What were you told about
DRINKING on the job?

Nobu GRABS the mug back.

NOBU
It’s the END OF
THE FUCKING WORLD, Brock.
And I’m gonna have
a FUCKING COCKTAIL,
so DEAL with it.

She drains it.
Reaches under the desk.

Brings up a bottle.
Pours some more.

Brock stares in the camera.
Blinks.

BROCK
We now go to Paul David Brazill,
our man on the street, who --
(listens to his ear piece)
He’s dead -- ?
(looks into the camera)
We’ll be right back after
this word from our sponsor.

He exhales.
Assumes the camera is off.
But it isn’t.

BROCK
You fucking LUSH --

NOBU
Can it, pretty boy.
Don’t think I don’t know about
your Columbian BOOGER SUGAR.
(beat)
Hey.
Gimme a bump of that --

Brock turns red.
Looks to his right,
then his left.

Pulls a snifter
out of his pocket.
Hands it to her.

BROCK
Here.
Maybe this will help
even you out.

Nobu grins maniacally.
GRABS it. HONKS a hit.
Then another.

NOBU
WHOO, that’s good shit.
I feel like DANCING --

Thursday, November 27, 2014

To Bite Or Not To Bite


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In Chapter 24 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, as Jool scales the side of the building to escape the zombie attack, they race inside and eat Carling as he and Nin try to escape into the safe room ... but when Jool finally makes it to the roof, she runs into an unexpected ally ...


INT. CARLING’S STUDY - NIGHT
Carling picks up the phone on his desk.
Tries to dial a number.

SLAMS it down.
Looks at Nin.

CARLING
Phones are down.

NIN
What are we going to do?

CARLING
The panic room --

They look at each other. Realize.
They RACE out of the room.

INT. JOOL’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Carling and Nin RUN into her room.
Stop. Look around.

NIN
Where IS she?

CARLING
I don’t know. She’s GONE.

Loud SCREAMING downstairs.

CARLING
We gotta GO --

NIN
But JOOL --

CARLING
We don’t have TIME.
(looks up)
Please god, forgive me --

He DASHES out of the room,
Nin trailing behind him.

INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
They RUN toward a steel door
at the end of the hallway,
just as A PACK OF ZOMBIES
reaches the top of the stairs.

They see them.

Carling TRIPS and falls.
Nin makes it to the door.

NIN
(turns, sees)
CARLING --

But it’s too late.
The zombies LEAP on top of him
and start FEASTING.

Nin FLIES into the room.
SLAMS the door shut.

EXT. CARLING’S MANSION - ROOF - NIGHT
Jool makes it to the top.
Climbs onto the roof.

Looks over the edge.
Sees dozens of zombies
storming into the building.

JOOL
Can’t stay here.

She goes to the other side.
at the chasm between her building
and the one next door.

JOOL
I can’t jump across THAT.

Jool finds a long, wooden plank.
Picks it up. GROANS.

Her head starts spinning.
She takes a deep breath.

JOOL
C’mon. You can DO this.

Brings the plank over to the ledge.
Carefully pushes it out until it
reaches the other side.

But it just barely makes it.
She’s gonna have to be very careful.

Suddenly a SCREAMING ZOMBIE
appears on the roof.

Jool pulls out her gun.
SHOOTS it in the head.
BANG. BANG. BANG.

It EXPLODES with a POP.

She turns around, gets down,
then starts crawling out
across the board
toward the other side.

JOOL
Don’t look down,
don’t look down --

But she does.
Almost passes out.

She takes a deep breath.
Keeps on going.

Just then, SCREAMING behind her.
MORE rabid infecteds are on the roof.
She’s gotta HURRY --

She SCRAMBLES across
the board on all fours.
The zombies RACE
over to the side
of the building,
get to the board,
just as Jool makes it
to the other side.
She KICKS the plank --

And it FALLS over the side.
But Jool SLIPS.

GRABS the edge of the roof
with her hands,
legs KICKING WILDLY.

JOOL
Omigod -- HELP.

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
It’s OKAY.
Let go.
I’ll CATCH you.

She turns, looks down, sees --

ON THE GROUND
Stands a FEMALE COMMANDO IN BLACK.
Meet Ginger Jones (27).

Elite black ops. Feral.
Menacing. And totally hot.

GINGER
Just let go.
I’ll catch you, I promise.

ON THE ROOF
Jool looks down.
Freaked OUT.

JOOL
But it’s three stories --

Her hands SLIP, and she
PLUMMETS DOWN to the ground --

where Ginger deftly CATCHES
her in her arms.

JOOL
Holy shit.
(beat)
Thanks.

Ginger puts her down. Smiles.

GINGER
No problem, Miss.

JOOL
(stares at her uniform)
Who ARE you?

GINGER
If I told you,
I’d have to kill you.
(stares at her)
You’re infected.

JOOL
Please don’t shoot me.

GINGER
Relax.
I’m part of a Mont
secret black ops cell.
We find and hide the infected
until we can find a cure.

JOOL
Wow.
That’s -- great.
(closes her eyes)
I feel like I’m
going to pass out --

GINGER
C’mon.
Let’s find a place
where you can rest.

JOOL
(eyes FLY OPEN)
NO.
I can’t leave.
Rommy’s going to be here
any minute.

GINGER
Who’s Rommy?

She pulls out the picture.
Shows it to Ginger.

JOOL
My boyfriend.
(points at her building)
I want to see if
my family is okay.
Would you come with me?

GINGER
Sure.
Lead the way --

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Escape From New York


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In Chapter 23 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, we flash back to the street fair where Rommy and Jool met as they reluctantly say 'goodbye' ... then flash forward to an infected Jool escaping out her quarantined bedroom window as the zombie apocalypse rages down below ...


EXT. GREENWICH VILLAGE - STREET FAIR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Rommy and Jool stand on the corner.
Now holding each other.

JOOL
Okay.
Now I’ve GOT to go.

ROMMY
Yeah.
I should go, too.

They stare into each other’s eyes.
Vibrating with unrequited lust.
He tucks her hair behind her ear.

JOOL
Then why aren’t we moving?

ROMMY
I dunno.
(beat)
Did the earth not move
for you, too?

She smiles.
They pull apart.

JOOL
Until we meet again.

ROMMY
Parting is such sweet sorrow.

JOOL
Oooh.
Look who’s the poet.

ROMMY
It’s not -- original.

JOOL
It’s the thought that counts.
(blows him a kiss)
Bye.

She turns around.
Hustles off.

PUSH IN ON Rommy.
Watching her go.
Aching with longing.

ROMMY
(softly)
Bye.

INT. CARLING’S MANSION - JOOL’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Jool stands at the balcony railing.
Looks at the drainpipe leading up
to the roof that Rommy climbed up.

JOOL
Okay.
Deep breath.
You can do it.

She GRABS it.
Then hears MACHINE GUN FIRE
down below.

Turns, looks down, and sees,
much to her horror --

EXT. FIFTH AVENUE - CARLING’S MANSION - NIGHT
A HORDE OF RABID ZOMBIES surrounding
the barricades around the mansion.

Carling’s PRIVATE SECURITY GUARDS
stand behind shields
and FIRE at them.

But they’re WAY outnumbered.

JOOL
Watches.
Freaks out.

JOOL
Ohmigod.

THE ZOMBIES
SMASH through one of the barricades
and STAMPEDE toward the guards,
SCREAMING AND CHATTERING.

The guards keep SHOOTING.

A few get HIT, their heads EXPLODING.
But they’re too many of them,
and they reach the guards
and start EATING them.

A ZOMBIE
CHOMPS on a guard’s neck.
Red goo goes FLYING.

ANOTHER ZOMBIE
LUNGES at another guard.
Buries his face in his stomach.

RIPS INTO his flesh.
YANKS out his guts with his teeth,
just as his head gets
HIT and EXPLODES.

They keep advancing.
Start POURING into the house.

JOOL
Sees this.
Her eyes BUG OUT.

JOOL
Holy fucking SHIT.

She RACES back into her room.
Goes to the door. Realizes.

JOOL
Panic room’s up two flights.
Too risky. SHIT. FUCK.

Races back outside to --

THE BALCONY
She goes back to the railing.

JOOL
If it held him,
it’ll hold me --

Stops a moment.
Feels dizzy.

Gathers her strength.
Climbs up on the railing.

GRABS onto the pipe.
And starts CLIMBING UP.

She turns.
Looks down. Gulps.

JOOL
Don’t look down,
don’t look down --

And starts making her way
up the side of the building --

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

A Mission From God


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In Chapter 22 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, Rommy, Brick and the revolutionaries make their way uptown through an abandoned Manhattan subway tunnel ... and run right into a gaggle of homeless zombies ...


INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL - NIGHT
Most of the lights are out.
It’s eerie. Rats scurry about.

The hand truck rolls down the tracks
in the dim light.

ROMMY
(reads the number on the wall)
Thirty-fourth street.

BRICK
What street is she on?

Rommy closes his eyes.
Rubs them with his fists. Thinks.

ROMMY
Uh, seventy-fifth and fifth.
Right on the park.

BRICK
You feeling okay?

ROMMY
(looks at him)
Well, let’s see.
My eyes are watering,
I’m burning up with a fever,
and it hurts when I breathe.
(beat)
Just peachy.

JAG
(sees something)
We got a problem, chief.

BRICK
(turns, looks)
Shit.

UP AHEAD
Is a crude ROADBLOCK made of wooden crates,
trash cans and big piles of garbage.
A fire burns dimly behind it.

THE HAND TRUCK
Slows to a stop in front of it.

ROMMY
What the fuck do we do NOW?

ANGRY MALE VOICE (O.C.)
HALT. Who goes there?

BRICK
We need to get through.
We’re on a mission from God.

ANGRY MALE VOICE (O.C.)
There IS no GOD.

A FILTHY, BEARDED HOMELESS SKELL
emerges from the edge of the barrier
carrying a spear.

Infected. Badly. About to turn.

FILTHY, BEARDED HOMELESS SKELL
If there was, we wouldn’t have been cast
out of society to die a living DEATH.

ROMMY
Okay, so you’re infected.
We get it. I’M infected.
But we’ve got a vaccine for the virus.

BRICK
That’s right.
And we need to get through
so we can get the word out
to the people. Like you --

FILTHY, BEARDED HOMELESS SKELL
You have a VACCINE?
GIVE IT TO ME.

ROMMY
My friends, uh -- used it all up.
But we’re gonna make a new batch. Promise.

FILTHY, BEARDED HOMELESS SKELL
I don’t BELIEVE YOU.

And right before their eyes, he
TURNS into a RABID, CHATTERING ZOMBIE.

He THROWS his spear --
which WHIZZES THROUGH THE AIR
and HITS Monster in the leg.

MONSTER
OWWW --

BRICK
GET ‘EM.

Jag WHIPS OUT his Uzi.
SPRAYS him with bullets.

His skeletal body JERKS like a puppet
in a dance of death.

FALLS to the ground in a
gooey puddle of flesh and bones.

MONSTER
(YANKS the spear out)
Fucking homeless zombie piece of SHIT.

Brick hops off the truck.
Pulls a grenade out of his pocket.

BRICK
Stand back.
I’m gonna blow a hole in that rat-trap.

Just then, a GROUP OF INFECTED HOMELESS SKELLS
charges at them from around the barricade.

Spears go WHIZZING through the air.
One of them HITS Reno in the chest, THWUNK.

RENO
UH --

Jag OPENS FIRE on them
in a hail of MACHINE GUN FIRE --
SHREDDING them to ribbons.
He sighs. Checks the gun magazine.

JAG
That’s it for the ammo.

BRICK
Great. Just great --
(to Reno)
Are you okay?

Reno looks down at the spear
that’s gone right through her.

Feels around behind her
where it sticks out in the back.

RENO
I’m -- okay.
(looks down)
Just a little -- heartburn.

BRICK
Let me pull it out.

ROMMY
No, DON’T.
Pulling it out might KILL her.

RENO
Well, that’s just great.
So I’m supposed to walk around
like a human pin-cushion?

BRICK
Zip it. You’re alive. Be grateful.
(beat)
Everybody take cover.

Everybody gets behind the hand truck, ducks down.
Brick HURLS the grenade at the barricade.

It EXPLODES, BANG.
Debris goes FLYING IN THE AIR,
pelting the tunnel.

They get back up on the truck.
Hammer takes Monster’s place.

Monster wraps a rag around his leg.
Pulls it TIGHT. Grimaces.

BRICK
Alright, let’s MOVE IT.

They start pumping the handles.
The cart starts moving.

ROMMY
(to Gaga)
How you holding up?

GAGA
Well, considering my family is dead,
we’re trapped in a subway tunnel,
and I just saw someone mow down
a pack of rabid zombies
with a semi-automatic weapon --
(beat)
Can I get back to you on that?

Monday, November 24, 2014

Flaming Creatures


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In Chapter 21 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, Rommy, Jool, Cosmo and the revolutionaries get attacked by a pack of rabid zombies, after which they escape down into the subway, where Jool mourns the death of her brother Merk ...


EXT. GREENWICH VILLAGE STREET - BROWNSTONE - NIGHT
Brick, Rommy, Reno, Jag, Monster and Hammer
stand guard outside on the street
near the fire truck.

ROMMY
What’s taking them so long?

BRICK
They better hurry up.

JAG
We’re sitting ducks out here.

MONSTER
They’ve been in there too long.
I have a bad feeling.

ROMMY
Maybe I should go in and --

Merk and Gaga walk outside,
Gaga’s head on his shoulder,
fighting back tears.

Merk looks at them.
Shakes his head.

BRICK
C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here.

SCREAMING shatters the
still of the night.

A PACK OF WILD ZOMBIES
appears down the street,
RACING right at them.

BRICK
Quick, GET ON THE TRUCK.

They all RUN to the vehicle.
JUMP on, just as the zombies get there,
but Merk and Gaga aren’t
quite fast enough, and --

An infected GRABS Merk,
BITES into his neck.

The others PILE ON
and start EATING him.

Rommy GRABS her,
pulls her onto the truck.

Brick JAMS it in gear,
HITS the gas, and they TAKE OFF.

The truck goes about ten feet,
then STALLS OUT. Out of gas.

BRICK
Mother-FUCKER.

The zombies finish eating Merk.
Turn and look. See them.

JAG
Holy SHIT.

ROMMY
(points)
Subway. OVER THERE --

Everyone JUMPS off the truck and
RUNS to a subway entrance.

They FLY down the steps three at a time.
Get to the bottom.

Brick GRABS the gate.
SLAMS it shut behind them, just as --

The zombies SMASH against it.
They SCREAM, BANG against the steel bars.

The lock STRAINS against the hasp.
Hammer turns on his flamethrower.
Evil grin.

HAMMER
Time for a little barbecue --

BRICK
What about the SMOKE?

HAMMER
Heat RISES, baby --

The zombies BANG, BANG, BANG
on the bars. SCREAMING.

ROMMY
HURRY. It’s about to GIVE --

RENO
Do it. We’ll run down the tunnel.

BRICK
(nods, to Hammer)
Go ahead. Roast ’em.

HAMMER
Flaming Creatures, anyone?

He aims the blowtorch at the gate,
and a GIANT BALL OF FLAMES
SHOOTS OUT and FRIES the zombies.

They SQUEAL in pain.
CRACKLE and POP into gooey puddles
of charred flesh and bone.

And sure enough, the toxic black smoke
SHOOTS UP the stairs.

BRICK
C’mon, let’s go take the A train.

They walk toward the turnstiles.
One by one, they JUMP over them.

Head across the platform
to the subway tracks.

JAG
Monster and me will go ahead
and check it out.

MONSTER
(points to the right)
North is this way --

They JUMP down onto the tracks.
Start walking.

Jag and Monster go up ahead of them.
Gaga takes the rear.

Still in shock.
Rommy puts his arm around her.

ROMMY
Hey. Are you okay?

GAGA
No, I’m NOT OKAY.
My whole family’s DEAD.

ROMMY
Well, at least you -- know.
I didn’t get a chance to --
(beat)
I don’t know if my mom and dad are --
He looks away.

GAGA
I’m so sorry --

ROMMY
And they got MERK.
He was my BEST FRIEND.

They hear the noise of wheels
WHIRRING along the rails.

BRICK
What the fuck is THAT?

A wooden HAND TRUCK appears.
Jag and Monster pumping
on each side of the handles.

JAG
Look what WE found.

MONSTER
Leave the driving to us --

Friday, November 21, 2014

Running On Empty


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In Chapter 20 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, Rommy, Brick and the other revolutionaries argue about whether to approach the media about their zombie virus vaccine or check if their parents have survived the rampaging undead in the streets. Meanwhile, Jool realizes that the clock is ticking now that her infection is getting worse, and escapes her quarantined bedroom out the window to go find Rommy ...


EXT. LOWER MANHATTAN - SOHO DISTRICT - DUSK
Magic hour at the apocalypse.
The setting son flashes gorgeous light
on the windows of the old loft buildings.

If all hell weren’t breaking loose,
it would be beautiful.

INT. FIRE TRUCK - DUSK
Brick points at the gas gage.
Looks at Gaga, then Merk
and Rommy behind them.
Shakes his head.

BRICK
We’re running on empty.
We have to figure out
how we’re gonna get uptown.

GAGA
First I want to see
if my parents are okay.

MERK
(looks at her, nods)
Yeah. Me, too.

ROMMY
Then we’ll check on mine.
And then we’re gonna go get Jool.

BRICK
Sorry, kids.
Too dangerous.
We gotta keep moving uptown.
We gotta get to the media.

ROMMY
No, goddammit.
LISTEN to me.
Here’s what we’re gonna do.
(looks at Merk)
First we’re going to
check on our parents.
(looks at Brick)
And then we’re gonna take
the subway tracks uptown
so I can get JOOL.
THEN we’ll go to the media.
GOT it?

BRICK
Are you fucking CRAZY?
The subway’s been out for YEARS --
and there’s a shitload of
homeless infecteds down there.

ROMMY
Fuck that.
We stick together, we’ll be fine.
(low)
I NEED to see JOOL.

Brick stares at Rommy.
Gaga touches his shoulder.

GAGA
Please?
Haven’t you ever cared
for someone special?

Brick looks at her.
Her liquid eyes plead with him.

He JAMS the key in the ignition.
Closes his eyes.

BRICK
Goddammit.

PUSH IN ON Rommy’s face. Triumphant.

ROMMY
Damn straight.

INT. JOOL’S BATHROOM - NIGHT
Jool looks at the lesion
on her arm in the mirror.

Now really scared.
She pads back into --

HER BEDROOM
Where she goes to her night table.
Rummages around in her purse.
Pulls out another photo.

IN THE PICTURE
Rommy holds his ice cream cone.
Deep in conversation.

Not realizing that it’s
dripping on his shirt.

JOOL
Stuffs the picture in her knapsack.

JOOL
(under her breath)
I’m not going to die a virgin.

Hoists it over her shoulder.
Heads for the balcony.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Apocalypse Now


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In Chapter 19 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, while the zombie invasion rages outside, Rommy's father Orson barricades the doors to his downtown brownstone. Meanwhile, uptown, Jool's uncle Carling tries convince her to stop thinking about Rommy ...


INT. ORSON’S BROWNSTONE - DAY
Orson and Clio watch the news
on TV with NODDY HOLDER (50’s),
his campaign manager.

Tall and thin with a belly.
Orson clicks the remote.
Shuts it off in disgust.

CLIO
I’m scared, Orson.

ORSON
Don’t worry.
We’ve got bars on the windows,
and the front door is solid oak.

NODDY
I have to go check on my wife --

ORSON
You heard the president.
It’s too dangerous to go outside.

NODDY
Fuck that.
My apartment’s only five blocks away,
and I’m not going to stay HERE
when my wife is in danger --

He goes to the front door.
Puts his hand on the knob.

ORSON
Noddy, no. Don’t.
You’re acting crazy.

NODDY
Then I’m crazy.

Noddy opens the door.

A HORDE OF ZOMBIES rush by
on the street outside.

He SLAMS it shut.

NODDY
Holy SHIT --

Suddenly there’s a loud
POUNDING on the door.

CLIO
Oh my GOD, it’s THEM --

ORSON
You stupid FUCK -- they SAW you.
Now we have to act fast.
Help me move some furniture
in front of the door.

NODDY
Okay, okay --

Orson and Noddy grab the couch.
Start moving it.

CLIO
What can I do?

ORSON
(over his shoulder)
You know that bottle of
thirty-year old scotch
we’ve been saving
for a special occasion?

EXT. CARLING’S MANSION - DAY
The joint’s in lockdown.

A massive barricade of SOLDIERS
in riot gear patrol the perimeter.
A TANK is parked in front.

INT. JOOL’S BEDROOM - DAY
Jool stands with her legs apart.
Holds a pair of small barbells.

Starts to do arm curls.
Then gets dizzy. Stops.

JOOL
C’mon. Don’t be a wimp.
You can DO it.

A KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK at the door.
The doorknob JIGGLES.

JOOL
Hold on a sec --

CARLING (O.C.)
The door is LOCKED.
Why did you lock the door?

JOOL
Just a MINUTE --

She quickly hides the barbells.
Grabs the IV cart.

Attaches the tube to her arm.
Shuffles over to the door. Opens it.

Carling and Nin stand there.
Carling, livid. Nin, concerned.

CARLING
I DEMAND to know why
you locked the door.

JOOL
I wanted to get some rest --
and not be disturbed.
(beat)
And I’m scared.

CARLING
Don’t worry, my child.
We have the best
security there is.
No infected mutants
will get inside MY house.

JOOL
I could give a shit
about the zombies.
I’m worried about HIM.

CARLING
But you’re sick, Jool.
It’s best you forget about him.

JOOL
I’ll NEVER forget about him --
and he’s never going to
forget about ME.
He’s coming back to RESCUE me.

CARLING
Hush, now.
Enough silly fantasies.
Now go to bed
and get some sleep,
and I’ll see you
in the morning.

He leaves.
Nin comes over to the bed.

NIN
You really think
he’s coming back?

JOOL
Of course he is.
I can feel it in my gut.
Always trust your gut.
It’ll never steer you wrong.

NIN
That’s my Jool.
The incurable optimist.

She smiles.
Leaves the room.

Jool scratches an itch
on her nose with her finger.

Her sleeve drops.
Sees a RED LESION.

PUSH IN ON her face.
Horrified.

JOOL
Oh, no --