Page Three

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PAGE THREE

Pic 1: He goes to the backstage door, opens it, shoving the bottle back into his pocket. SIX GRID, THREE ROWS OF TWO.

DJ

CAN’T HEAR A THING OUT THERE. C’MON BACK FOR A MINUTE.

Pic 2: Past the door, there’s a short bit of hallway, a stairway up and a stairway down. The stairway down has a EXIT SIGN over it that glows RED, staining the whole scene red. She smiles at him still, standing a bit too close. He assumes an easy, cheerful arrogance.

GIRL

YOU MOVE AROUND A LOT, I SAID.

DJ

I GO WHERE THE WORK IS.

DJ

WHY? BEEN LOOKING FOR ME? IT’S BEEN A WHILE.

Pic 3: Her fingers stroke the long vial.

GIRL

YES. AND YES. WE HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU.

DJ

“WE?”

Pic 4: She holds the pendant-vial up into the light, shaking it a little, making the black particles and red fluid swirl around.

(no dialogue)

Pic 5: And as they settle, we see revealed hanging in the red fluid a withered blackened foetus.

(no dialogue)

Pic 6: She smiles, her eyes glittering crazily.

GIRL

HELLO, DADDY. SAY ‘HELLO DADDY’.

GIRL

HELLO, DADDY.

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