"SNAKELAND MUST BE DESTROYED!": SCENE SIX

* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *

HOOVER (v.o.)

Later that night, I had a dream about Hannah Graeber.

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EXTERIOR – SNAKELAND – DAY

Snakeland, an abandoned industrial wasteland, sets the stage for this scene. HANNAH GRAEBER, a Head girl dressed in a denim vest, black concert t-shirt, tight stone-washed jeans and strappy black boots, walks along the edge of a concrete wall. As she walks, she recites this poem:

HANNAH GRAEBER

The cats create, anticipate

There’s six of them

And one of me

But they all die

Then I am free

Cats and rats have heart attacks

And they all die

And we all die

And they all live

And we all live

But snakes don’t die, they multiply

And shed their skins

And say goodbye.

On “goodbye”, Hannah steps far to the right and falls off the wall. The CAMERA, as if it were a person, goes running up handheld to the wall where she was walking and looks over. There is no one fallen, no one there underneath.

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INTERIOR – HOOVER’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Hoover bolts upright out of his bed, sweaty and awake. He cups his hands and runs them over his face, wiping the sweat out of his eyes. Hoover looks over at the clock – it reads 6:66. Hoover shakes it off, looks again; the clock reads 3:33. He sighs thankfully, falls back to the pillow and attempts to go back to sleep.

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