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BEGIN ACT FOUR
EXT./INT. G.R.I.P. CENTER - NIGHT
Alise’s Roadster pulls up out front of the mansion, and Cady
steps out onto the walkway. RAIN now blankets everything in
sight.
ALISE
I’ll be back at nine-thirty ’kay?
CADY
I won’t hold it against you if
you’re late.
ALISE
Oh yes you will.
Cady sticks out her tongue, shuts the door, and Alise speeds
off.
Cady runs inside to get out of the rain. She bursts through
the front doors and wipes her feet on the WELCOME MAT. As
she approaches the front desk, water drips all over the
floor.
A young RECEPTIONIST sits at the desk. She smiles sweetly at
Cady.
RECEPTIONIST
(jokingly)
A little late in the year for
swimming, eh?
CADY
(bashfully)
Oh, you know me...
RECEPTIONIST
(laughs)
Here for your appointment with Dr.
Barkes?
CADY
(nodding, while holding her
sides, trying to keep warm)
Yep.
RECEPTIONIST
(looking down the hallway)
I don’t think he’s in his office
right now, but he should be back in
a minute.
(chuckles)
I’ll get you a towel, and maybe a
change of clothes.
CADY
(graciously)
Oh wow, thanks.
The receptionist ushers Cady into Dr. Barkes’ office
carrying a large, white TOWEL, a small, grey
HOODED-SWEATSHIRT, and a PLASTIC BAG.
She hands everything over to Cady.
RECEPTIONIST
(i.e. the plastic bag)
For your wet clothes.
CADY
Awesome.
RECEPTIONIST
I’ll let him know you’re here hon.
CADY
(smiles sweetly)
Uh, thanks... again.
The receptionist shuts the door behind her, and Cady steps
into the finely-furnished office. She takes off her shirt
and puts it into the BAG.
In her bra, she dries off with the TOWEL and shakes out her
hair. Her bare FEET sink into the plush red CARPET.
After drying, she puts the HOODIE on. Then, she steps
forward and admires the Ph.D. on the wall:
Saint George’s, University of
London, Dept. of Psychology
Edwin Barkes, PhD.
It’s clear that she’s more than mildly impressed, when
suddenly, a seemingly-familiar, masculine VOICE startles her
from behind.
VOICE
(a little cocky)
Impressed?
She jumps a little, and turns around to face the intruder-
the handsome, light-haired DR. EDDIE BARKES (mid-late 20’s),
accompanied by the receptionist.
RECEPTIONIST
I found him for ya.
CADY
(caught off-guard)
Thanks.
The receptionist smiles, waves, and leaves, shutting the
door behind her.
CADY
I didn’t know you went to school in
London.
DR. BARKES
(shutting the door)
Well, you never asked.
CADY
(candidly)
Oh... so it’s that way huh?
DR. BARKES
Hey, it’s my job to know about you
Cady... not the other way around.
CADY
(offended)
Oh...
(turning away from him)
...so this is just your JOB then...
He takes off his coat and puts it around the CHAIR, then he
steps closer to her, and puts his hands on her shoulders.
DR. BARKES
(apologetic)
That’s not what I meant...
(intimately)
I don’t know why I said that...
CADY
No, I know...
(she puts her hand on his)
I’m just not in the best mood right
now, that’s all...
DR. BARKES
Clashing with your sister again?
CADY
No... I’m just... I’m just thinking
too much.
DR. BARKES
(comforting)
Well come on then. Sit down. You’ve
obviously got a lot on your mind.
Cady tilts her head to the side playfully.
CADY
(flirtatiously)
Actually, you’re the one thing that
takes my mind off of everything
else.
Eddie grins.
DR. BARKES
What did you have in mind?
CADY
Why don’t you sit down and let me
show you... EDDIE.
Dr. Eddie Barkes smiles at her passionately, and takes off
her SUNGLASSES.
EDDIE
Alright...
In a frame sitting atop the glass END TABLE is a PHOTO of
Eddie on his graduation day from college. On either side of
him stands Mark, Maryanne, and the MAN from the photo inside
Maryanne’s house.
We can see Cady and Eddie’s REFLECTION in the glare of the
photo as she turns around to face and then passionately kiss
him.
INT. MARYANNE’S JEEP/EXT. DOWNTOWN PROVIDENCE - NIGHT
Mark pulls up in Maryanne’s JEEP outside of a shoddy-looking
DUPLEX in an equally shoddy-looking neighborhood. Maryanne
sits in the passenger seat, while an unconscious K sits
behind them.
MARYANNE
(i.e. Mark)
You sure this is his place?
MARK
178B Prospect Street. This is his
place.
MARYANNE
(noticing the shabby-looking
house)
Why does that NOT surprise me?
MARK
(snide)
Wow, RACIST much?
MARYANNE
(defensively)
Not because he’s black you dick!
(she looks back at K and then
turns around)
Because he’s trashy Let’s just
get him the hell out of here and
get on with this...
MARK
You sure you want to do this? I
mean, it might not end the way
you’re hoping it will Annie...
MARYANNE
Hey, all I needed was the
information Mark. No one said you
had to stick around afterward.
MARK
It’s not like I’m flaking out on
you. I just want to know if this is
REALLY what you want to do because
after this there’s no turning back.
MARYANNE
(sighing)
ACTUALLY dear brother, there was no
turning back after I kidnapped and
tortured a drug-dealing,
woman-beating, murdering scum-bag
of a pimp, who gets to go home
scott-free without a single memory
of any of it.
MARK
Annie...
MARYANNE
Mark. This guy Louie Mortanno, or
whatever, killed my husband... or
he knows who did... Either way,
he’s gonna pay for it. And
nothing’s gonna stop me from makin’
MARYANNE (cont’d)
him. I’ve worked too long and too
hard to get this far and just walk
away.
MARK
And that’s all I needed to hear
’kay? You’re not alone in this
Annie.
MARYANNE
(smiles)
I know. Now let’s get this fucker
out of here.
She climbs half-way over the seat, and slaps K repeatedly to
wake him from his slumber.
MARYANNE
Hey! Wake up asshole!
K eventually wakes up after about the third or fourth slap
to the face.
K
Wha-wha- the fuck???
(disappointed)
Aw man... y’all STILL here?
MARYANNE
Not for long. Now shut the hell up
so we can get goin’.
(i.e. Mark)
Take it away brotha’.
Mark takes a deep breath and lowers his SHADES. He stares K
right in the eyes- his pupils turn TEAL again, and K’s
pupils get very wide.
MARK
(calmly)
Now, Mr. Anderson...
K
Yea...
MARK (CONT’D)
...you’re going to forget
everything that’s happened to you
in the past twenty-four hours.
You’re going to forget you ever met
the two of us, and when people ask
you where you were, you’re going to
MARK (CONT’D) (cont’d)
tell them that you were visiting
your sister in Connecticut.
K
(entranced)
Neecie’s a real good kid. Gotta
work on that mouth of her’s
though...
MARYANNE
Apparently it’s a family trait.
MARK (CONT’D)
Now you’re going to go inside and
tell your wife and kids how much
you love them, and you’re never
going to lay another hand on them,
because you are a wonderful husband
and father, and you never want to
see them hurt... Isn’t that right?
K
(dazed)
Yeah... I really love my kids...
MARK
I know you do.
MARYANNE
That’s sweet, really. Now get the
hell out lover boy.
K
(gets out of the car)
Thanks for the ride...
He shuts the car door, and the JEEP starts off. He waves
them farewell with a hollow smile.
MARK
(hopeful)
I think that guy’s really gonna’
turn his life around.
MARYANNE
(sarcastically)
Yeah, father of the year, that one.
(she looks over at Mark)
So you know where this guy’s gonna’
be tonight?
MARK
Yep. Thanks to Mr. Anderson I now
know everything from where this
Mortanno guy eats, drinks, sleeps,
and who he’s cheating on his wife
with... and I’m pretty sure she’s a
man...
MARYANNE
Classy.
We again see Gabriel's Chevy down the street as he watches them intensely.
MARK (off in the distance)
(snide)
So, Annie, what were you going to do if I hadn't tagged along?
MARYANNE (off in the distance)
You know Mark, a frying pan to the face can do what you do.
As the Jeep drives away, Gabriel’s Chevrolet pulls off the
side of the road and follows.
A few minutes later, the sibling pair stops at a light.
Maryanne nervously picks at her nails.
MARYANNE
Mark can I please light a-
MARK
Hell no. Not while I’m driving.
MARYANNE
It’s my car.
MARK
Then you drive, and I’ll take a
cab.
MARYANNE
(exhasperated)
UGH! You suck.
As she continues with her nervous habit, Gabriel’s Chevy
turns the corner about three cars behind them and sits,
staring.
Maryanne feels as though she’s being watched, and notices
him in the mirror. She lowers her SHADES to get a better
look.
MARYANNE
Hey, I think we’re bein’ tailed. I
saw that car pull off behind us
when we dropped off that hoodlum.
MARK
(casually)
Yeah, for about a mile and a half
now.
MARYANNE
(taken aback)
Are you for real? And you didn’t...
I don’t know, bother to tell me?
MARK
I knew you’d freak out. Just stay
calm and stop looking at him.
The light turns green and they start off.
Maryanne tries to sit calmly, but is obviously unnerved. She
continues to glance in the mirror, annoying Mark.
MARK
Annie! Knock it off.
MARYANNE
I can’t help it. He’s creepin’ me
out... and he's wearing sunglasses at
night. Who does that? I mean,
except for... you know...
Mark looks over at her with his eyebrows raised. He chuckles
when he finally sees it click in her head.
MARYANNE
(suddenly)
Oh my GOD! Do you think he’s...
like us?
MARK
I don’t know... Strange thing is-
he feels kind of familiar...
MARYANNE
Okay, now THAT’S creepy.
Gabriel stares at the Jeep intently, skulking from behind as
it makes a sharp right turn. He takes a gulp from his COFFEE
CUP. Hanging halfway out of the pocket in his (mirror) is a
small NOTEPAD. Inscribed on it, the name "MORTANNO" can be
made out.
He follows Mark and Maryanne for a moment, when suddenly,
the Jeep BURNS OUT and flies forward. In a rush to chase
them down, he spills his COFFEE all over his shirt.
MARYANNE
(to Mark)
Go! Go! GO!!!
Mark steps on the gas and they pick up speed. The Jeep burns
around a corner onto a busy street, cutting off another CAR.
Gabriel follows behind and cuts off another car.
Maryanne turns around to see the Chevy weaving in and out of
traffic to catch up to them.
MARYANNE
Faster!
INT. G.R.I.P. - NIGHT
The doctor sits on the COUCH in his office with Cady
straddling him. They are fiercely tonguing one another in
the dimly-lit space.
Sparks fly for a moment, but Eddie stops spontaneously.
EDDIE
(hesitantly)
Wait- Wait-
CADY
What’s wrong?
EDDIE
I’m not sure we should be doing
this.
CADY
Why? You never had a problem
before.
EDDIE
Are you kidding me? Of course I...
It’s just...
CADY
(offended)
So what? You're suddenly not INTO this?
EDDIE
No! That’s not it at all. I just
don’t want to do anything that
would... get in the way of your
treatment...
She shoots him a look that says, "Are you fucking kidding
me?"
He chuckles.
EDDIE
I just mean...
CADY
I know what you mean. But trust me,
you’re not pressuring me into doing
anything that I don’t want to.
EDDIE
You’re sure?
She passionately runs her fingers through his hair down to
his cheek, then sweetly looks him dead in the eyes.
CADY
Positive.
She kisses him again, and they resume their make-out-fest.
INT. MARYANNE’S JEEP/INT. GABRIEL’S CHEVY, DOWNTOWN
PROVIDENCE/INT. G.R.I.P. - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)
The Jeep drifts around another corner. Gabriel struggles to
keep up as he weaves in and out of cars on the four-lane
road.
Cady’s eyes open as she takes her lips away from Eddie’s.
Her PUPILS begin to dazzle a brilliant SILVER.
Tracing the line of BUTTONS on his shirt with her finger,
each facet unbuttons telekinetically, down to the third one.
Then, she impatiently uses her power to rip open his SHIRT-
the BUTTONS fly in every direction and she laughs.
Maryanne’s Jeep shoots out around another corner, still
attempting to flee it’s pursuer. Gabriel charges behind
them, undaunted.
Cady and Eddie continue sending sparks flying. Cady is
unexpectedly aggressive with him and now has him lying flat
on his back while she continues straddling him. She uses her
power to unbuckle his BELT and sends it flying against the
wall. She rips her own shirt off and continues mauling her
shrink.
Gabe’s Chevy is gaining on the Jeep, alerting both Mark and
Maryanne.
MARYANNE
(frantically)
This guy isn’t giving up! Mark,
what are we gonna’ do?
Mark continues his focus on the road, trying not to collide
with the oncoming TRAFFIC and PEDESTRIANS.
MARYANNE (CONT’D)
Can’t you do something???
MARK
Me? I’m the one driving!
MARYANNE
I know but he’s...
MARK
(calmly)
Alright, Annie. I need you to
focus.
MARYANNE
(still somewhat frantically)
Okay... alright... focus...
The cars collide yet again, sending the two siblings jolting
forward.
MARYANNE
(yells)
SON OF A-
(turns around and yells at
Gabriel)
I JUST replaced that tail light you
bastard!
MARK
Hey, Annie! BREATHE! I need you to
focus here!
Maryanne tries to relax herself and breathes deeply,
clenching her fists repeatedly as if squeezing a
stress-ball.
MARYANNE
(as a mantra to herself)
Woo-sah... Woo-sah...
Cady stops, and sits up. Eddie stares at her eyes, which are
still sparkling SILVER. She stretches out, her face now
pointed at the ceiling. The KNOB for the lightswitch TURNS
ON ITS OWN, dimming the lights until they are almost
completely off.
Maryanne’s breathing becomes calmer.
Eddie sits up and kisses Cady fiercely.
Maryanne’s breathing calms completely and she starts to
regain her focus.
MARK
You can do this Annie!
Suddenly, Cady and Eddie begin to float off of the COUCH in
eachother’s arms. As they continue kissing, they levitate
even further until they’ve more than halfway reached the
ceiling.
Maryanne opens her eyes and sinks into the car seat
inconspicuously.
All of a sudden, a small FIRE ignites on Gabriel’s JACKET.
In shock, he loses control of the vehicle and smashes
headfirst into a guardrail, while trying to extinguish
himself. Maryanne looks back to see him jump out of the car.
He throws his SMOKING JACKET on the ground and stomps on it.
MARYANNE
(laughing)
HA HA! Motherfucker!
MARK
(laughs)
Nicely done.
She smiles victoriously and they high-five as the Jeep WHIZZES around another corner.
END ACT FOUR
CONCLUSION
INT./EXT. G.R.I.P. - NIGHT
Alise pulls red Tesla Roadster pulls up in front of the
mansion and effortlessly flicks a CIGARETTE out of her
window. She rolls the window up and bends over to pick up
her PURSE.
She takes out a large stack of CASH, counts it quickly,
slyly licking her finger before touching every bill. She
then rolls it up and sticks it in her bra. She then takes
out a CELL PHONE and dials a number, then puts the phone to
her ear.
Inside Eddie’s office, Cady’s phone vibrates inside her
purse but, for obvious reasons, she doen’t answer.
Alise hangs up the phone annoyed and steps out of the car.
She walks past the receptionist who smiles at her though,
surprisingly enough, Alise does not reciprocate. She heads
down the hallway until she reaches Dr. Barkes’ OFFICE. She
knocks once and opens the door slightly.
ALISE
Yo Cady.
There is no answer, so she opens the door further, seeing
now that the office is totally dark.
ALISE
(confused)
Cady? You still here?
She takes a few steps into the office and hears a strange
RUSTLING. She looks up to see Cady and Eddie, half-naked,
clinging to one another on the ceiling. They all stare at
each other in shock.
ALISE
What the-
CADY
(startled)
Holy shit!
All of a sudden, Cady’s irises return to their normal color.
Both she and the Doc fall barely clothed from the ceiling
onto the carpet with a loud THUD.
Alise laughs at Cady who curls up, totally busted and hiding
her naughty parts in shame.
ALISE
(mocking)
So remind me again... who’s NOT
a whore?
Eddie rubs his eyes in desperation while Cady bows her head
in defeat.
INT. MARYANNE’S JEEP/EXT. DOWNTOWN PROVIDENCE - NIGHT
The Jeep pulls into a creepy alley and stops.
MARYANNE
Who the hell was that guy?
MARK
I’m not quite sure. I know him from
somewhere though...
Maryanne rubs her eyelids, slightly overwhelmed.
MARYANNE
Guess it doesn’t matter right now
anyway... I’ve got another bad fish
to catch, right?
MARK
You mean WE, right?
MARYANNE
(shaking her head)
Sorry, Mark. I need you to wait
around back with the car.
MARK
(protesting)
WHAT? I came all this way just to
be your flipping chauffer? I really
COULD have just taken a cab home.
MARYANNE
Look Mark, it’ll be fine. I need to
know that when I nab this guy I’m
gonna have a quick getaway.
MARK
(sighs)
Alright, alright. IJust go get him. Be quick. Be safe.
MARYANNE
Aw, c’mon. It's me Mark. What else would you expect?
Mark shoots her a look and she smiles while exiting the
vehicle. She shuts the door and bangs on it twice. He speeds
off around the corner.
Maryanne walks around the other way and turns the corner.
She spots a MAN carrying a BRIEFCASE walking toward her.
However, when the man looks up and sees her, he takes off
running. Maryanne bolts after him.
MARYANNE
Mista’ Mortanno!
He climbs up a nearby FIRE ESCAPE and Maryanne follows
behind him.
MARYANNE (CONT’D)
Mista’ Mortanno! Wait a second!
The ladder on the next level refuses to come down, but the
man jumps up, catches on to it without difficulty, and hops
onto the scaffolding. Maryanne follows just seconds behind
him and jumps up to grab the ladder.
MARYANNE (CONT’D)
(climbing)
HEY! There’s nowhere to run you son
of a-
When she reaches the top of the ladder she hears a small,
metallic CLICK. She looks up to see that she is now looking
down the barrel of a small PISTOL.
The gunman smiles a wicked and toothy grin as he begins to
pull the trigger.
Her eyes widen behind the veil of her SHADES.
She gasps.
BOOM.
THE END
Back! Let's dive straight into it.
1.Oh goody...I like the sisters.
2.A change of clothes!? That's rather generous!
3.WOAH! How is Eddie in the photo?!?! I need to know now! I also like the relationship you've set up between him and Cady.
4.“Mark. This guy Louie Mortanno, or whatever, killed my husband.” - I love the way you sneak in all this important information to us without making a massive deal of it. It makes me want to know even more!
5.“UGH! You suck.” - I think this sounds a little young and immature for Maryanne to say. Yet, if this is what being with her brother brings out in her the n I guess it does fit.
Ahhhh! I need to know if she lives! Is this gunman Mr Mortanno ? Or someone completely different?
Kindly hurry with Act 5!!!!!!
Olive <3
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I like your script that organized and easy to understand here.I only know a little bit about script writing but I'm sure you really have a script with an interesting story here.I also like the details of story that makes the plot of your story runs smoothly in every scene.
The receptionist shuts the door behind her, and Cady steps
into the finely-furnished office. She takes off her shirt
and puts it into the BAG.
In her bra, she dries off with the TOWEL and shakes out her
hair. Her bare FEET sink into the plush red CARPET.
After drying, she puts the HOODIE on. Then, she steps
forward and admires the Ph.D. on the wall:
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