Where Have The Good Girls Gone?


Make it a MUSICAL

BLACK SCREEN:

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Black screen dime light slowly fading into the voice of shadowed figure. Woman. Athletic. Slender. More features become clear before she spins in a circle, turning into smoke and disappearing into thin air.

SHADOW

Girls voice echoing through the dark chamber as a dim light fades in. Exposes the shadowed silhouette of a girl, not much different from any of you. She’s talking about a time before all the tension. Before the pent-up aggression and passive aggressive reactions.

Shadow figure can be seen running over the air above the city. The scene feels like a female version of a favored lost boy. She’s dressed in green with a red feather in her Robinhood-like cap.

CAMERA PANS OUT. Revealing a suddenly haunted, empty set as the last of the lights turns off to the image of lifeless props and a lifted set with a human size harness revealing the less magical truth behind the shadow figures existence and the illusion of flight.

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Apartment.

A girl is walking from fridge to the island in the center of the kitchen. Long brown hair spills out of a messy bun over a warm cashmere sweater that hangs loosely over an elegant slender form before hugging around the middle of her bare thighs. Long socks have fallen loosely to her ankles as she dances on her tiptoes to some song in her headphones. She is oblivious to the narrating voice that continues through the scene as she goes about putting together a salad and cooking a steak.

 

NARRATING VOICE

There is nothing I like less than knowing something and not having the guts to say anything about it. But I can’t imagine blaming anyone but myself for my own lack of experience. For the monsters, I stuffed so deep into the closets that they began to expose themselves in the form of bad things… bad people… bad feelings… bad experiences… bad dreams. Everything playing on a loop. I felt like I was stuck in this pattern and the worst part of it was… No one else knew I was an actress for a reason. Aspiring…

The girl sits down to eat on an old wicker porch chair overlooking a beautiful city skyline. She lights a candle on the small table beside her and sips on a glass of wine as she gazes out over the view. Tears are gathering to the brim of her eyes.

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CARRYING A BAG FULL OF DRY-CLEANING LAUNDRY OVER HER SHOULDER. Up the stairs to the front entrance of a

 

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Girl ties back her shirt to keep it from dragging on the floor/tub she is about to scrub by hand.  She is focused on putting on long yellow cleaning gloves. GIRL doesn’t realize she is being watched. The music has her daydreaming of accepting an award of some sort, sinking the role she was auditioning for later as the words and the lines work their way through her memory.

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She starts to sway as she lifts the cleaning bucket from its place in the cabinet. PROFESSIONAL LOOKING WOMAN BARGES INTO THE SCENE SILENTLY YELLING AND POINTING AT HER WITH AN ACCUSING FINGER.

The girl looks dumbfounded… The twinkle in her eye dimming slightly as she realizes the tarnished trust between the older woman and her husband. She listens and nods, and looks down at the floor. Listening…

NARRATING VOICE

There was a time once when I didn’t know those bad things existed. Things weren’t good or bad, they happened and then they didn’t and I could remember them however I wished.

*WHISPERED* There was a time when I hadn’t seen enough things to personify themselves as bad on anything but myself. 

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Woman of the house watching girl walk away from the deck she is standing on. She crosses her arms and shakes her head in disguised.

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NARRATING VOICE

There was a time when it hadn’t dawned on me that this bad might be my fault. I think about this sometimes and it reminds me of why I am doing what I am doing. It starts out small, it starts out with a single voice, a single action, a single moment in time that begins to look like a lot of other single things that have begun to add up… The outcome isn’t always what we first have the hope to believe in.

 

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Close up on the deepening green eyes as they force back tears. She stands up straight and tall as she walks away from the house. She quickly unknots the tie in her shirt and it floats down around her lower waist.

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OFFICE. lighting suggests it is morning. The girl is listening to music and cleaning the blinds in a large office, absent-mindedly she is swaying with the melody the light casts friendly sun shadows over her face, causing her to squint and close her eyes as she continues dusting, trusting her hands to complete the task on their own for a moment.

 

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GIRL SPINS to face the man standing behind her.

 

GIRL

(NERVOUSLY)

I didn’t realize anyone would be home this early…

I apologize, I will come back later.

The girl smiles sweetly, her heart rate is singing a different tune. Echoing quickly in the background of the memory. It doubles in time as he reaches out an arm to catch her and back her toward the corner.

Girl looks both ways as the memory freeze frames and she looks through her options,

NARRATING VOICE

So, do I let it happen.. live to act another day, accept the money for my lost dignity. Selling my integrity for pennies to the dollar?

The girl sets her eyebrows and reached into the bookshelf as his hands begin working their way over his

PERP #13

Murmuring inaudibly about how he knows she’s been waiting for this.

 

(She suddenly remembers being a small little girl,

seeing something like this playing over a screen.)

 

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NARRATING VOICE

(ECHOING THROUGH THE MEMORY)

Pleading with him was out of the question

which only left one option.

 

The GIRL Heaves a heavy book from the shelf with a fiery roar. smacking it hard against the surprised man, the action shatters his fantasy. She throws the book at him and reaches for the wallet on the expensive desk.

She takes out 400 dollars (200 more than usual). Throws wallet at him too. All the while never taking off her headphones.

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COURTROOM. PERP #13 is shaking hands with the judge as if they are old golfing buddies. Gives PERP a hearty clap on the back. PERP looks up smiling confidently into the face of the girl he’d taken to court for theft and breaking and entering.

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Black with the sharp sound of a gavel dropping.

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FLASH FORWARD TO PRESENT.

GIRL is walking with purpose down a busy sidewalk. A rye smile plays over her face while she reminisces over the past. She squeezes the manila envelope hard against her side with the crook of her arm.

(NEXT SONG)

NARRATING VOICE

I could hate them… I could blame them… I could spend my time hoping they fall on their knees. I could let them turn me into a monster. A Frankenstein worthy of all their insults. The judgments they’d burned into my memory would have festered and infected me into something ugly and permanently damaged.

FLASHBACK

Small children throwing a heavy rock between them while singing out a rhyme.

NARRATOR VOICE

Thankfully I’d learned a valuable lesson in the game of ‘Hot Potato’.

Two older children rush the scene one of them hits into the little girl hard. Both of them laugh and pick the little girl up squirming the little boy watched them dragging her away from him kicking and screaming and looked down his hands. Reminding himself he was too little to do anything but get hurt too. So he watches her with eyes that can’t wait to save the type for the rest of his life.

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NARRATOR VOICE

Holding on to things only leads to getting burnt. It’s best to accept things, as they come and then toss them away to prepare for the next revolution.

(Screams echo in the background.)

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A large plastic trunk in the shape of an elephant shakes and bumps with muffled noises and whimpers.

The two larger children shut the lock and push it over roughly.

 

NARRATOR VOICE

The darkest moments we face can offer

us much needed moments of quiet.

 

(Muffled whimpers continue)

 

… (Cont’d) If we let them.

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The scene of the sun reflecting through the window. It shifts in fast motion over the sky as the chest remains shut.

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SCENE FADE IN:

Mother opens the trunk to find the small girl with a tear-streaked face looking up at her as if unsure how to explain her predicament, she tries to push back the tears. (Mother looks Shocked)

LITTLE GIRL

(Climbing out and wiping her tears)

I accidentally shut it on myself…

 

The older girl’s silhouette fades into focus beyond the mother’s figure.

(NEXT SOUNDTRACK)

 

NARRATING VOICE

I’ve never had any other choice but to stand up for myself.

 

LATER THAT NIGHT. SMALL GIRL STANDING OVER THE OLDER GIRLS BED WATCHING HER SLEEP.

 

NARRATING VOICE

… There’s isn’t a single person who can convince me their hot potatoes are worth hanging onto.

 

 

 

 

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