The Rapture Page #4

SHARON:

(whisper)

God, please, please, please help me.

God, I'm lost.

Cut to:

EXTERIOR:
ENDLESS BOULEVARD. DAY.

SHARON drives aimlessly. She stops for a hitchhiker named

TOMMY, rough-looking, with a bedroll and a rucksack.

Cut to:

INTERIOR:
SHARON'S CAR. DAY.

TOMMY:

Chicks don't usually stop for me.

(No response

from SHARON.)

In fact, I think they think I'm

dangerous.

(Pause, again

no response.)

They're probably right. I'm not as

dangerous as some guys I know, but

I would never give myself a lift,

that's for sure. No way. If I was a

chick, no double-f***ing way would I

give me a lift. I've looked in the

mirror. I've seen myself. I mean,

with my thumb out, if I was a chick

and I saw me, no sir. On the other

hand, if I was a, if I was the one

who was hitching and I was a chick,

I'd stop for me in a second. In

fact, I'd, I'd f*** me, too. In

fact, if I was hitching and I was a

chick, and I got stopped by a chick,

I'd f*** me that way, too. Yeah. In

fact, I wouldn't mind getting into

a bi-girl scene with myself.

Actually, you're the first chick

that has ever given me a lift. I

think other chicks don't pick me up

because they can tell I carry a gun

and I've been to prison in Vermont.

I don't think they can tell I've

been to prison, but that's where

I'm from. Vermont. You ever been to

Vermont?

(SHARON doesn't answer.)

I'm from the Lemon Fair Valley.

Actually, there's no lemons in

Vermont. Actually, it comes from the

French, Lay Moan Vayer, which means

the Green Mountains. Which is what

Vermont means. Green Mountains. Vert:

Green. Mont:
Mountains. Vermont.

Green Mountains. Anyway, my father's

a farmer. I left home. What's your

name? I'm Tommy.

SHARON:

Sharon.

TOMMY:

Oh yeah? With who?

SHARON:

What?

TOMMY:

Who you sharin' it with? You gonna

share it with me?

Cut to:

EXTERIOR:
ADULT MOTEL. DAY.

Tracking shot past the entrance. SHARON'S is not the only

car parked at the motel.

INTERIOR:
ADULT MOTEL. DAY.

TOMMY is on the round bed. He plays with a knife. We hear

the shower running. The camera peeks into the bathroom.

INTERIOR:
ADULT MOTEL. BATHROOM. DAY.

SHARON is in the shower, dressed. TOMMY'S rucksack is just

outside the bathroom.

TOMMY:

Sharon? Did you know that the state

bird of Vermont is the Hermit

Thrush? I'll bet you didn't know

that. The state flower is the Red

Clover. Highest point is Mount

Mansfield, I believe, which is four

thousand three hundred ninety-three

something, I don't know. Hey, have

you got a quarter? Let's get some

magic finger going in here. How

would that be?

INTERIOR:
ADULT MOTEL. DAY.

SHARON pulls a gun from TOMMY'S rucksack. He hears something,

turns. SHARON is standing there dripping, with the gun.

SHARON:

It's time for you to go.

TOMMY:

Uhhh?

SHARON:

You have to go, Tommy, and you have

to leave me your gun.

TOMMY:

Ahhhh!

TOMMY raises his knife, she c*cks the gun, and he plunges it

into the bed.

Dissolve to:

EXTERIOR/INTERIOR: ADULT MOTEL. LATER.

SHARON is in bed, the blankets pulled up over her head. She

pulls the blankets down. She reaches beside her for her

bag. She opens her bag. A pint of pear schnapps.

She drinks half the schnapps. She takes the gun and puts it

under her chin. She closes her eyes and holds the gun for a

long moment. She opens her eyes.

The disorder of the room bothers her.

She gets out of the bed and puts everything from the bag but

the gun back into it. The ashtray on the night table is

filled with crushed butts. She pulls the drawer open to hide

the ashtray, and she finds the Gideon Bible. She puts the

ashtray on top of the Bible.

She is a bit disgusted with herself; disappointed at her

lack of resolve. Then she takes the Bible out of the drawer

and opens it.

She starts to read the Gospels.

A golden light fills the room.

SHARON is thrown backward by it, and before she's eclipsed

by its brilliance:

Dissolve to:

Extreme close-up: a pearl.

You've never seen a pearl this close, so close that we lose

its shape. All we can see of it is the color: the changing

white, silver, and pink. It is beautiful. You don't want it

to go away.

Dissolve to:

INTERIOR:
SHARON'S APARTMENT. DAY.

SHARON is sleeping, smiling, at peace. She wakes up.

Everything is different.

She gets up. She goes to her closet and takes a simple

dress from a hanger.

She hears a door. VIC is behind her. She covers herself

with the dress.

SHARON:

Can I get dressed?

VIC:

Where were you?

SHARON:

Turn around.

VIC:

Really?

She nods. He does while she puts on the dress.

VIC:

C'mon. Where have you been?

SHARON:

I went away for a few days.

VIC:

Who'd you go with?

SHARON:

No one.

VIC:

Meet anyone?

SHARON:

Yes, yes, I did. I did meet

someone.

VIC can sense that something is different about her by the

way she talks to him so directly and so calmly, and by her

placid smile. VIC lies on the bed. She comes out from

behind the door.

VIC:

Are you okay?

SHARON:

I'm fine, Vic. I'm really, really

fine.

VIC:

Unnh-uhh. No you're not. Something's

going on. You've changed. You've got

this look right now.

SHARON:

What look?

VIC:

That goofy smile.

SHARON:

If I tell you, you're not going to

believe me. But I have to tell you,

so it really doesn't matter if you

don't believe me. It doesn't matter

to me. I mean it matters to me, but

you're the one who really needs to

hear this now.

VIC:

You met a guy.

SHARON:

Well, guy is not exactly the word

I'd use for Him.

VIC:

You fox, you fell in love.

SHARON:

(deadly serious)

Yes.

VIC:

Wait until he finds out about you.

SHARON:

Well, He knows all about me.

VIC:

Is he as bad a boy as I am?

SHARON:

I think you should meet Him.

VIC:

Did you tell him about me?

SHARON:

I told you, He knows everything.

VIC:

He's rich, right? He's some rich

guy, and you fell for some line of

his.

SHARON:

You could love Him, too.

VIC:

(laughing)

Oh, no, you fell in love with some

rich homosexual.

SHARON:

He's the Lord Jesus Christ, Vic.

He's the Son of God.

VIC jumps off the bed.

VIC:

Sharon, did you quit your job?

SHARON:

Why would I do that?

VIC:

So you can go to the airport and

sell flowers, or do whatever the

cult wants you to do.

SHARON:

You can't understand, but I know

what that's like. Until it happens

to you, until you accept God into

your heart, it's like a fairy tale,

it's like some joke that you just

don't get.

VIC:

I think you need to be deprogrammed.

SHARON:

There's no cult, Vic. There's only

God, and his message of Love.

VIC:

Love.

SHARON:

Love.

VIC:

Look, you'll give this up, someday.

I know you, you'll give this up.

SHARON:

This is forever.

VIC:

Everybody says that.

SHARON:

This is different.

VIC:

Everybody says that, too.

(He is heading

out the door.)

Sharon, call me when this is over.

SHARON is alone, content.

Cut to:

INTERIOR:
TELEPHONE COMPANY INFORMATION OFFICE. DAY.

Go down the rows of computer terminals, hearing other

operators. Stop at SHARON.

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