The Rapture Page #4
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- Year:
- 1991
- 100 min
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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:
VIC:
Is he as bad a boy as I am?
SHARON:
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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