"The Angel of the Heart"

A Ryan Vooris Screenplay

BLACKNESS.

SHANNON

I'm so very tired Shelia…so very, very tired.

FADE IN:

INT. - SHANNON'S LIVING ROOM

Shannon our mistress of love is seated on a couch, her friend Shelia sits on the floor facing her. It is a modest living room, with a television a stereo system and a reclining chair complementing the couch. It is rather barren, just a utilitarion living room for Shannon's comings and goings and occasional television watching. Shannon is slouching back on the couch, her position an example of her mental exhaustion.

Shelia

Cheer up, Shannon.

Shannon

Easier said then done. Everywhere I go I see his face appearing.

Shelia

Who?

Shannon

I wish I knew. The one I'm looking for.

Shelia

Mr. Right?

Shannon

Mr. Somebody, the guy who will love me.

Shelia

He's out there kiddo, just don't worry about him so much.

Shannon is an exquistitly beautiful woman. At first look men are instinitly attrached to her. She has rosy red checks the kind which you just desire to rub your hand up against just to make sure they are real. She has raven black hair and dark brown eyes that are set back into her head.

Shannon

I just don't know what to do anymore. How many times can I person sit and talk about lost love and finding someone?

Shelia

It's what's keeps us from going insane.

Shannon

Huh, I wish that worked. Not that easy though Shelia. Sure we can talk it the night through but it's just more fustrating.

Shelia

Hey, we're going away this weekend…to have fun you can't dwell on this kind of stuff.

Shannon

Like I said, wish it was that easy.

Shelia

It is, just don't think about it.

Shannon

How can I not think? I'm a girl!

Shelia

That you are.

Shannon

Ah damn it all. Why I can't I just be a teenager again. Free of reality, stuck to the fantasy I dream of, talking with my friends about the cute boy in Science class. I want to be free, I don't want to know all about love brings…I want…damn it…I don't know what I want.

Shelia

(smiling)

I've noticed. Relaxe babe, we've got to pack.

Shannon

I don't have the energy. I'm too caught up in my own depression.

Shelia

That is no way to talk. C'mon where going to escape this weekend, going to forget all this stuff, and maybe get a little ass in the meantime.

Shannon

See that's what I'm talking about. I don't want ass anymore, but I don't want love because…well I know that's bullshit…so what's the point?

Shelia

How about getting a really hot guy?

Shannon

Been there, done that, woke up the next morning still alone and missing something. It's like searching for something that doesn't want to be found.

Shelia

You'll find what your looking for, but maybe you have to stop looking for it and let it find you.

Shannon

I don't buy that passive stuff for a second, what am suppose to do in the meantime, just live day by day, weekend hook-up by weekend hook-up…thinking maybe this guy, maybe that guy will give me what I'm looking for. No, I've had it, I can't take it anymore. I'm worth more then that or at least I have to convince myself that I'am.

Shelia

You are Shannon, you know that.

Shannon

There's a difference between knowing and being.

Shelia

You are really overthinking this Shannon.

Shannon

What am I suppose to do?

Shelia

Pack for the Casino.

Shannon

Right.

Shelia

C'mon I'll help you we can talk more as we do.

The two girls get up, Shannon much more slowly. She lets out a long sigh as she does so. They exit the room.

INT - BRIANS CAR