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Parapsychologist’s Party, circa 1983

Radiation Level:  Lowered

Listening To:  Cannon Ball by The Breeders

Here is an except from my new script, Fallout Girl.  The scenes take place about half-way through the movie.

Molly is a 13-year-old girl, growing up in Burbank, CA in the early ’80’s.  She’s written to Billy Idol for advice on her “radioactive” life and he’s agreed to meet her in person to chat.  She’s just told him about a concept she came up with for a friend’s music video, but then moves on to more confusing subjects.

INT. ROXY NIGHT CLUB
Sound check.  Billy and his band are on stage, while the sound people mix levels.  Guitars screech.  Mics emit feedback.  Molly sits on top of a sound monitor.

BILLY IDOL
Way to crack it!  Proud of you.

He strums his guitar.

BILLY IDOL (CONT’D)
(to sound guy)
More in this monitor.

MOLLY
Thanks.  But my parents were really starting to freak out.  We went to this parapsychologist’s party.

BILLY IDOL
Para-what?

MOLLY
Some guy that studies ghosts and other freaky things.

CUT TO:

INT. PARAPSYCHOLOGIST’S PARTY IN HOLLYWOOD HILLS – NIGHT

This is the lavish home of ARIES DUNN (40), famous in the world of the paranormal.  With gorgeous, wavy long brown hair and piercing eyes, he’s a hippy-chick-heartbreaker.  A blown up photo of him hangs in the entry way: he’s shirtless, playing with tigers.

Aries holds court as numerous people, mostly women, lounge on a circular sectional couch.  Molly sits next to her mother SUSAN as he speaks.

ARIES
The Soviets are spending nearly one million dollars this year to research paranormal activity.

SUSAN
How much does the U.S. spend?

ARIES
Zero.

People listening gasp in shock.  Molly rolls her eyes and slinks off the sofa to go wander.  She’s brought her video camera with her and starts to record what she sees.

The air is cloudy from burning incense, pot smoke and candles.  She makes her way through various people wearing crystals, gypsy skirts and pagan jewelry. She gravitates toward the

KITCHEN

Where a STEVIE-NICKS-WANNABE looks her up and down.

STEVIE-NICKS-WANNABE
What are you, some kind of narc?

The woman covers up Molly’s camera lens.

MOLLY
Sorry.

Molly hits the stop button.

STEVIE-NICKS-WANNABE
No cameras in here.  Have a drink, get mellow.

She hands Molly a vodka-cranberry.  Molly sips it and wrinkles her nose at the taste.

Exiting the kitchen, she sees a MAN with long ponytail sitting at the dining room table with a candelabra.  He beckons her.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
Pick three cards.

She looks around and realizes he’s talking to her.  He is holding a fanned-out deck of TAROT CARDS.  Curious, she goes to the table and sits.  She hits RECORD on the video camera.  Flames from the candles dance in the Man’s pupils.

Molly picks three cards, they lie face down.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
Your past.

He turns over the card: the HANGED-MAN.  Molly cocks her head.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
The Hanged-Man signifies recent change, readjustment, suspended growth.

Seems to make sense to Molly.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
What is it you’re waiting for?

But before she can answer, he turns the second card over.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
Your present.

The Devil card.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL (CONT’D)
This card is about strange experiences.

An eruption of laughter echoes from the other room.  Molly is getting a little spooked out.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
Violence and disaster.  Are you clinging on to a belief that is doing you more harm than good?

He stares at her, expectantly.  She doesn’t know.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
Your future.

He turns over the last card: Death.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
(joyful)
Ah!

But Molly’s eyes fill with fear.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
Transformation!

Molly’s done with this game.  She gets up from the table and scurries down the hallway.  The Man shouts to her.

MAN WITH PONYTAIL
Death is the best card in the deck!

Molly rounds a corner and enters the

PIANO ROOM
To find her father Ray jabbering to another man about his Ezekiel Spheroid.  Both men then snort coke off a glossy black baby grand.  Shocked, Molly flees.

LIVING ROOM
Molly looks around for her mom but can’t find her.  She overhears a conversation.

MALE PSYCHIC
Sometimes knowing the future is such a drag.

FEMALE PSYCHIC
I know what you mean.  If only once the airplane crash in my dream could be something symbolic.

MALE PSYCHIC
With the end of the world coming, I’d rather just hang out at the beach all day, stoned.

Everyone here is freaking Molly out.  She exits the house to the back patio.

EXT. BACK PATIO – PARAPSYCHOLOGIST’S PARTY- NIGHT

Naked people laugh and drink in a hot tub.

NAKED MAN
Hey, come in!

Molly ignores them and walks further out in the back yard.  The view of all of Los Angeles at night is breath taking.

She captures the view on her video camera.  The colored city lights glitter. She shoots the view along the edge of the hill.  She sees something out of focus that’s moving.  She focuses on the  silhouette of a MAN AND WOMAN KISSING.

She zooms in only to realize it is her mother Susan kissing ARIES the parapsychologist.

Stunned, Molly drops her camera on the grass.  Susan and the man stop kissing and look over.  Susan and Molly make eye contact.  Molly grabs her camera and runs off.

SUSAN
Molly, wait.

Susan goes after her.

EXT. VW BUG – NIGHT
Molly leans against the car as Susan approaches her.

SUSAN
Nothing was going on.

MOLLY
I wanna go home.

EXT. MCGRATH HOME – NIGHT
Driving the VW Bug, Susan pulls up to the house and stops, but doesn’t turn the car off.  Molly is silent.

SUSAN
I’m going back to the–

But Molly slams the car door and goes into the house.  Susan drives off.

Caterpillar into Butterfly

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