Angel Falls By Casey Lewis

2012

clewis@flagler.edu

INT. WAREHOUSE STOREROOM - EVENING Darkness. Steady BEEPING penetrates dull, pounding silence. Cadence soon complemented by SNORING. A naked light bulb slowly comes into focus, swinging back and forth from the ceiling overhead. Two eyes suddenly open wide, revealing two crystalline irises - one green, one blue. SOFIA, 23, bursts into consciousness. She attempts to sit up, but is struck down by straps binding her to a salvaged hospital bed. FOOTSTEPS approach, echoing. HECTOR O.S. For fucks sake, Rick! Fall asleep again and itll be the last time! Sofia stiffens. Shuts her eyes. Across the small room, RICK, 26, jolts awake in his chair. He adjusts his camouflage vest, fumbling over the buttons. HECTOR, a burly man of 34, towers over Rick. A chain-link fence cuts across the makeshift ward room, separating the men from Sofia. RICK (In a mixed Cockney) Been at this fseventeen hours, boss! HECTOR Dont care if you have to cut off your eyelids - keep them open until your relief comes! Rick slumps and gestures lazily to the cage. RICK Its been six weeks. She hasnt moved a goddamnd inch in six weeks. Whenya gonna give it up? Hector crosses the room, planting himself at a monitor. HECTOR Shes still breathing - thats alive enough for me.

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RICK Breathing eint done nuffing to kill no one, last I checked. HECTOR Breathing means should could still pull through. When she does, I dont wanna be scraping your lazy ass off the floor. Rick turns in his chair, resting his back against the chain-link. RICK Don see why she would. Rest of em eithers been long dead or killt since. If you asking me, Id say its a waste of life support. HECTOR No ones asking you. Sofia clenches a fist. Hector scrutinizes the monitor. He narrows his eyes at Sofia before turning to leave. HECTOR Janes gonna relieve you in five. Keep your eyes open that long and you might still have a job. Rick scowls, burying his back into the fencing. Sofia cracks her eyes open. She sees Ricks back to her, then turns to look down at her confinements. SOFIA (breathing heavily) What in the-? Shit...shit! She stiffens her muscles, straining against the leather bonds. They dont budge. Muscles release. She pants. With renewed effort, Sofia yanks at the straps confining her wrists, clenching her jaw in the effort. The straps finally SNAP loudly. SOUND OF MOLESTED CHAIN-LINK echoes as Rick turns. RICK (startled) Oy! What the-?

3. Hands freed, Sofia fumbles with the buckled straps across her chest and hips. The straps come in and out of focus. RICKS VOICE seems miles away. RICK Ey now! You cant do that! Don be doin that now, eh! The leather straps sink to the floor. Sofias feet follow. She takes a wobbling step forward. Gets yanked back yet again. Falls into the bed, grasping at it for balance. SOFIA Th..the hell...? Sofia looks down at herself. She winces, pulling out an IV. Her hands shakily peel off heart rate monitors. Turning on unsteady feet, she sees Ricks blurry form falter. His mouth is agape. He jumps from his chair. RICK Ey, miss. You stay righ there, aright? Sofia sidles around the bed, creating a barrier. She uses the rails to support wobbling steps. SOFIA (stuttering) W-why am I here? W-who are you? RICK Y-youre safe ere, miss. Jus stay where you are! Sofias eyes dart from Rick to the fence gate and back again. Her shoulders tense. RICK Steady on there, miss! Don be gettin idea or Ill ave to stop you! Please don make me ave to stop you, miss! Sofia shakes her head, holding it between clenched fists. SOFIA This isnt happening. This...I cant be here!

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RICK Youre safe ere, miss! Safe with youre ol pal, Rick! SOFIA (voice strengthening) No...no! I cant be here! You have to let me out! RICK (pleadingly) Can do that! Youve got to stay where you are! Rick sidles across the room toward the monitor, reaching for a phone. Sofias eyes widen. SOFIA (yelling frantically) Dont. Dont touch that! Dont bring anymore in here! RICK Ahve got to call the igher ups, miss! Don know ow long theyve been waiting for Sofia doubles over, grabbing at her head. An UNHOLY SCREECH escapes her. Rick launches himself at the phone. Sofia claws at the bed, regaining a standing position. Her vision is crystal. SOFIA (deadpan) If you have any notion of living, you will back away from that phone. You wont be warned again. Ricks handle trembles over the receiver. He hesitates, then picks it up and dials. Sofia takes a tentative step around the bed. She looks down. Her footing is sure. Rick gulps hard. Phone to his ear. SOFIA Put it down!

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RICK Ey, uh, Sarge? Ymight want to get down to the ward room, Sir... Sofia launches herself at the fencing, grasping the links in clenched fists. Eyes ablaze. RICK I fink weve got a situation ere Ive got it fairly andled, but the girl... Sofia clenches the fence more tightly. The links give way like paper. She stares at her hands. Head cocks in revelation. Sofia stares dead at Rick. In one fluid motion, she tears at the chain links. Metal SCREECHES in protest. Rick turns to her and pales. Desperate confusion flickers in her eyes. Panic in the lines of her mouth. RICK Shit! Shit! Get down ere Sofias face deadens again. Starts a serpentine climb through the hole in the fence. Rick drops the phone. Fumbles with the holster at his hip. Sofias lip curls. She lunges, hands poised for Ricks throat. Contact. Her hands are a vice. His eyes bulge. Sofias eyes widen suddenly. She stares down, horrified. Releases Ricks neck, dropping him to the floor. Rick scrambles away from her, gasping. Clutching his neck. Sofia trembles. Collapses to the floor. BOOTED FOOTSTEPS echo in the hallway. Sofia scrambles back into a corner, trembling. Her eyes dart from the Rick to the doorway. She lifts her hands. Fear creases her forehead. She looks up at Rick. SOFIA What have I...w-what...am I? HECTOR bursts into the room, followed by JANE, 32, and SARGE, 46. All have guns drawn. Sarge strides into the room, scowling down at Rick.

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SARGE Well, where the hell is she? Rick opens his mouth, choking on his words. He raises a shaking finger and points to the opposite corner. Sarge follows Ricks directive and eyes the huddled figure. Sofia cowers at the uniformed man, turning her head downward and clawing at the wall behind her. Sarge nods at the doorway. KALE, 25, enters. Kale draws a syringe from his crisp lab coat and glides into the room. He moves slowly toward Sofia. Sarge close behind. SARGE Dont move, girl. Kale kneels. Sofia turns her head. KALE This wont hurt. She spots the syringe. Starts scrambling to her feet. SOFIA (screeching) No! Get away! Get back! Kale recoils. Sarge and Hector close in. Sofia lashes out, swiping at them. Her nails scrape Hectors face a moment before he pins her arm to the wall. Sofia struggles against Sarge and Hectors ironclad grasp. Kale moves in, aiming the needle at her neck. KALE (murmuring) Im sorry. The needle penetrates swiftly. SOFIA (sobbing) No! No... Sofia watches Kale step back. Hes gradually coming out of focus. VOICES echo in and out of clarity.

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SARGE (brusquely) Get her to maximum. Sofias body goes limp. Darnkess.