Rave
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Rave
by
Paul M. Wolford
FADE IN:
INT. BROKEN DOWN HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAWN
A small flicker of light separates us from darkness. A steady
downpour of rain pounds the roof.
ON THE BATHTUB
Water from the shower head sprays strong and hard. The SOUND
DROWNS OUT THE RAIN. Laying sideways in the tub, only getting
misted from the water, is a thirty-something WOMAN. Her stare
is cold. Her bloodshot eyes are dead-like. Something has been
taken from her and she hasn't forgotten... she can't.
She finally blinks. Her tears force her to. She stands up.
Her clothes haven't been changed in weeks. She leaves the
room. The water continues to run.
INT. BROKEN DOWN HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The woman walks through the room. Red and yellow lights bleed
into the room from the windows. Flickering.
The woman stops when she comes to a baby's crib. It's empty.
She holds her stomach. Her tears have trended down to her
lips. She licks them off with a sour look.
She slowly turns her head to the window. A steady light
begins shinning through the curtains. She heads over to the
window not caring about her appearance. She YANKS DOWN the
large curtains and rods with one angry motion and grunt.
She stares out, shaking her head and mumbling unintelligible
swears to herself.
WIDE SHOT
From behind we see her standing in the middle of the window
with the best view of the city before her. Staring back at
her is the rising sun, trying to break through the clouds,
and a city BURNING from a war.
She looks back at the front door. The wall next to it has
collapsed. Buried under several boards is a coat covered with
dirt and drywall.
CUT TO:
EXT. VARIOUS STREETS - MOMENTS LATER
The woman has thrown on the coat. The drizzling rain causes
the filth on it to run. The streets are chaos. Death has
arrived for thousands and is coming for more. She walks
silently down the street with the same stare as earlier. She
pays no attention to the screams of trapped victims of
collapsed buildings nor the wailing for the dead.
After several streets of ochlocracy something grabs her
attention. An object spattered with dirt and sticking out of
the ground. It's unrecognizable to all but her. She walks
closer. It's a Lawn Poster. Political Propaganda for a well
groomed man in a suit and tie:
JOHAR LY THE VISION OF TOMORROW, TODAY
The Woman YELLS at the man on the poster. No words. Pure
anger at it's most primitive form. She continues to YELL
while she KICKS the poster, SPITS and THROWS dirt upon it.
She quickly begins PUNCHING it until her hands bleed.
Finally she reaches down and PULLS the 2x4 out of the ground
and starts SMASHING the hell out of it on anything in close
radius. The poster falls off. She BEATS it with the 2x4.
In due time her body gives out DROPPING her face first to the
muddy ground. Her eyes begin to go dim. She's about to go
out. She tries to fight it. The sounds of the fire and
victims are dying out. Stillness is setting in. It's quiet.
Peaceful. Finally she gives in and welcomes the sleep.
The woman takes one last look before --
BOOM!
An EXPLOSION rocks the city.
BOOM!
Another one takes out a BUILDING.
A BOMBING RAID has just begun. Everyone on the streets PANIC
AND RUN FOR COVER. Most find no cover and never stop running
once they start.
The Woman gets a second wind and rises up from the ground and
stumbles out into the middle of the street and looks to the
sky.
THE WOMAN
DO IT! Hit me! KILL ME!
The Woman stands alone watching the horror never harmed by
the explosions.
MULTITUDES OF BOMBS STRIKE WITH PERFECT PRECISION. BUILDINGS
COLLAPSE. GAS-TANKERS ARE STRUCK CAUSING CHAIN REACTIONS FROM
THE CARS AROUND IT.
OVERHEAD SHOT OF THE CITY, as an INVISIBLE GRID can almost be
made out as we see the city struck in BOMBING PATTERNS.
Trapped victims are being helped but their rescuers FLEE. The
trapped cry for their rescuers to return only seconds later
to be BLOWN AWAY.
In short time the bombings die down and can only be HEARD IN
THE DISTANCE. Smoke billows to the sky.
The Woman, dirtier then before but not harmed, breaks down in
the middle of the street and cries.
DOWN THE STREET,
We hear the SOUNDS of MARCHING coming towards us. The Woman
looks up as the sounds become LOUDER AND LOUDER. Fear ravages
her eyes. They're just seconds from coming around the corner.
Suddenly the marching STOPS. The woman begins shaking with
fear... or is that hatred?
THE MARCHING RESUMES. The large ARMY rounds the corner and
heads down the street decked in a exquisite mix of red and
gold. The army is built for show and to go. The soldiers FIRE
off rounds from their rifles at any injured civilian without
breaking their stride.
The man leading the army is the FOUR STAR GENERAL BROOKS. He
spots the Woman in the streets showing no sign of moving out
of their way. He throws back his hand and the army STOPS on a
dime. Brooks looks her over slowly and takes special interest
in her blooded hands.
He glances to the side of the street and spots the blood
stained poster and speedily puts two and two together.
CUT TO:
INT. MILITARY PRISON CAMP - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
A stone white room almost like a padded cell only with no
pads. Surveillance cameras are positioned in every corner
with a large two way mirror in the middle of one of the
walls. At this point in time the room is the cleanest we've
ever seen with the exception of the floor.
From the door to the middle of the room is a trail of bare
footprints. Over top of that is the bloodied poster of Ly
laying in the center of the floor. The foot prints continue
on until they reach the wall where the Woman stands still in
her jacket.
She stares at the two way knowing that she is being watched.
VOICE (V.O.)
I take it that you are not
satisfied with my administration.
The Woman's eyes tighten as she recognizes the voice.
VOICE (V.O.) (cont'd)
Tell me, what is it that troubles
you?
She doesn't move.
VOICE (V.O.) (cont'd)
Please I insist. I am a man of the
people and I listen to your praises
as well as your complaints. Have no
fear in telling me how you feel.
The Woman continues her stance for a long beat then walks
towards the two-way but stops as soon as she is overtop of
the poster. In recalcitrance she SPITS at the two-way.
Time passes with no words coming from the hidden speakers.
The door opens with ARMED SOLDIERS and General Brooks
charging into the room. The soldiers surround her in a circle
along the walls.
Her eyes finally shift as JOHAR LY himself walks into the
room. Ly keeps his distance from her, but is in no way
fearful of her. He stands in front of the window and looks at
her in disgust. When he speaks it's obvious he was the man
speaking to her a moment ago.
LY
Get on the floor.
No response. He looks to the soldiers. In unison they LOCK
THEIR RIFLES. She slowly gets down on her knees.
BAM!
LY PUTS A BULLET INTO HER BRAIN. Ly holsters his gun under
his dress coat and leaves the room. Quick and easy. None of
the soldiers are phased by this but one.
BROOKS
Clean this up, Caal.
CAAL (O.S.)
Yes, sir.
Brooks and the other soldiers leave the room without a word.
MICHAEL CAAL, the fresh faced soldier looks down at the mess
on the floor. Somberly he kneels down and looks at the
woman's face. Her face is forever frozen in a look of anger,
she never had the chance to scream. Caal softly closes her
eyes.
CUT TO:
INT. MILITARY PRISON CAMP - BATHROOM - LATER
Caal washes the blood off of his hands in the sink. He grabs
some paper towels and starts drying off his hands but stops
when his sees his reflection in the mirror. Several specks of
the Woman's blood are on his face. He stares silently at it,
almost in disbelief, then wipes it off.
Caal shakes his head in disgust; "How can I be a part of
this?"
CUT TO:
EXT. MILITARY PRISON CAMP - INMATE QUARTERS - DAY
Caal walks out of the Main Building and looks to the
LARGE BUILDING
On his far right and sees a body humanly covered up on a
stretcher in front of the building. Several soldiers are
walking towards it.
Call it what it is, Caal looks to his left at the
CONCENTRATION CAMP
That is housing hundreds of fenced in PRISONERS. Caal stares
at them. A few look back at him. Caal quickly looks down at
his feet embarrassed and ashamed.
A GUNSHOT rings out followed by LAUGHTER. Caal looks towards
the direction of shot.
ON THE LARGE BUILDING
The Soldiers are taking turns shooting at something on the
opposite side of the wall. The body from the stretcher is
missing.
EXT. MILITARY PRISON CAMP - LARGE BUILDING - DAY
Caal makes his way around the side of the building as the
soldiers are still making sport. The festivities continue
when they see Caal.
SOLDIER #1
Private Caal!
SOLDIER #2
(extends rifle)
Here, take a shot.
SOLDIER #3
(pointing)
Five for a bull's-eye.
Caal looks over and sees the Woman, with several more bullet
holes in her. The jacket has been opened up with her shirt
RIPPED OPEN. On her chest several TARGET RINGS have been
drawn on her with BLOOD, obviously from the prior shot to the
head. She is DANGLING several feet off ground as a pipe has
been used as a hook for her jacket.
Caal angrily storms over and KICKS OVER A SOME BOXES and
stands on them and starts to take her down.
SOLDIER #1
What are you doing, Caal?
CAAL
This is wrong.
SOLDIER #3
What?
SOLDIER #2
What are you saying, Michael?
Caal pay no attention and struggles to take her down.
CAAL
Help me take her down.
SOLDIER #2
Why should we? She's just like the
rest.
Caal finally takes her down and closes up her jacket. As he
finishes he's THROWN against the side of the building by the
Soldiers.
SOLDIER #1
Whose side are you on, Caal?
SOLDIER #2
Maybe we should put you in the
camp, you think?
Caal looks away from men not wanting any part of this.
SOLDIER #1
What's wrong? Seen the error of
your ways?
SOLDIER #3
(grabbing Caal)
You better get your act together
boy or you won't last long in this
war.
The Soldiers back off. Caal continues to look down.
SOLDIER #2
Hell with this, I'll deal with you
latter. Go put her away like the
rest.
The Soldiers leave Caal with volatile looks. Caal finally
looks back up only to see the Inmates staring at him with
hope and sadness. Caal quickly turns away from their looks.
Caal cracks open the door then returns to the woman and picks
her up. He returns to the door with her in his arms and
finishes opening the door reveling a giant room made for one
thing... INCINERATION.
THE END
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