Lost Souls Page #21

PETER:

How much time do we have?

MAYA:

Not a lot.

Peter races past the barricades, side-swiping the steel

sawhorses, then suddenly he slams on the brakes, skidding to

a rough stop, nowhere to go.

INT. RANGE ROVER

Peter looks at Maya, then at the gun in his lap and back at

her. Conflicted emotions. He picks up the revolver. Maya

stares at Peter. A huge fear rips through her body. Peter

hesitates. Then hands her the gun.

PETER:

If you can do it...go ahead.

Maya puts the gun down. Leans over and embraces him. They

hold onto each other. A shared intimacy, unknown to either

of them.

MAYA:

(a desperate whisper)

I'm not strong enough for this.

Peter reaches over and tenderly brushes the hair away from

Maya's face. Then Maya pulls away, raising the tiny gun and

TIME slows to a crawl.

Maya holds the Beretta. The strain etched on her face, her

hands shake, her eyes well up. Peter waits, watching her.

She's unsure. We HEAR a choked back breath. Gasping, lungs

looking for air. The struggle for life.

The car clock seems frozen on 4:54. Finally, it turns over

and...

Nothing happens.

Peter's looking at her. He knows. He's sure of it.

PETER:

It didn't work! Maya, I'm okay.

Peter reaches for her, his face radiant, joyful, alive. She

doesn't move a muscle. The gun barrel doesn't quiver.

MAYA:

Oh, Peter.

PETER:

(changed tone)

It's me. Put the gun down. Maya...

Tears roll down her face, as she c*cks the Beretta.

PETER (CONT'D)

If you really think I'm the Devil, then

shoot me.

Out of the corner of her eye, Maya sees the clock - its hands

rapidly spin backward.

EXT. RANGE ROVER

A HIGH ANGLE of the car from above. A SHOT RIPS through the

air. Then one more. Maya exits the car. She's unsteady on

her feet. The camera pans up into the night sky.

SILENCE.

Followed by a low-pitched, disturbing rumble. A kind of

GROTESQUE GROAN. Then some HUM is heard. Static. A not

quite-tuned in radio station becomes audible.

DEEJAY (V.O.)

I love this, now scientists are saying

the days have suddenly stopped getting

shorter. It makes you wonder. Do these

guys know anything?

The station fades out. There's a FRAGMENT of POP MUSIC, more

STATIC, then the RADIO'S SNAPPED OFF. And we hear the sound

of breathing, light and steady.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY

An aerial shot of a steel blue car as it cruises down a two

lane highway. Passing fields of cotton.

INT. BLUE CAR - DAY

Inside the car, Maya is driving. Windows down. She looks

serene, at peace, carrying her wound well as we:

FADE OUT.

ALTERNATE ENDING:

INT. RANGE ROVER

Maya aims at Peter's head and pulls the trigger. Peter's

thrown back against the seat. She fires again into his

heart. Maya lets the gun down slowly. Tears streak her

cheeks, as she cups his face in her hands.

DISSOLVE TO:

SILENCE:

Followed by a LOW-PITCHED, DISTURBING RUMBLE, a kind of

GROTESQUE GROAN. Then some HUM is heard. STATIC. A not

quite-tuned-in radio station becomes audible.

DEEJAY (V.O.)

I love this, now scientists are saying

the days have suddenly stopped getting

shorter. It makes you wonder. Do these

guys know anything?

The station fades out. There's a FRAGMENT of POP MUSIC, more

STATIC, then the RADIO'S SNAPPED OFF. And we hear the sound

of breathing, light and steady.

FADE OUT.

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