70. Rabbit Holes - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. CITY SIDEWALK- DAY


• EMILIA walks slowly down the sidewalk, her dark eyes scanning her surroundings with a insatiable curiosity.


• Her skirt, sewed together from ragged dark red, brown, and black scarves ends jaggedly above her calves, revealing dark stockings which end in her black boots.


• She wears a sleeveless pseudo-corset and a small bowler hat. Dark bangs poke out from the hat, trailing down her cheek.


• She moves gracefully, the skirt rippling around her as she walks, carefully avoiding the sidewalk cracks in a childhood game that's never grown old.


• She tips her hat at an older couple and they stare at her as she glides past.


• Heavily armed officers in dark uniforms watch the street closely, but are distracted for a long moment by the force of her personality.


• She tilts her head, staring into the sun, and smiles, as the rays hit her face.


• She passes a newspaper vendor, and heads turn as she passes, as if she reflects the glow of the sun onto the onlookers.


• Freckles dot her nose and cheeks and seem to come alive in the sunlight.


• LANCE stands by the newspaper vendor, scanning the magazine titles when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Emilia pass.


• He spins, his sneakers squeaking, and looks at her, transfixed.


• She turns, looks straight at him, and smilingly cocks her eyebrow.


• She turns completely around, walking backwards away from him, and holds his gaze, then whips back around.


• Lance considers for a moment, then pursues.


• She turns a corner, and he follows, pushing through the people around him, fighting to keep her in sight.


• She comes to a stop by a small door next to a shop, her skirt swishing around her legs.


• She punches quickly at a keypad next to the door and slips inside, turning one last time to flash her enticing smile at Lance.


• He races to get to the door but it slams shut as he reaches it, sealing with an unfriendly click.


• Lance stops short and stares at the door.


• He touches the door, tapping the door in a rhythm, the stops. It swings open.


• He blinks, then walks in.


• A banner pops up that reads "Congratulations, You've Found the Resistance, You Win!"


• EXT. LANCE'S BEDROOM - DAY


• Lance pulls off a virtual reality headset, and punches the air.


• LANCE
• Yes! Finally!


• He stands, stretching, and walks to the window to pull the curtains shot.


• He is in an old blue t-shirt advertising some obscure psychiatric drug and plaid pajama bottoms.


• He stops short and stares out of the window.


• Emilia stands under the streetlight, looking into his window.


• He blinks, rubbing his eyes.


• LANCE
• Residual image.


• He looks again, she is still there.


• EXT. LANCE'S APARTMENT - EVENING


• Lance runs outside, rushes to the lamp post, his flip flops slapping against the pavement.


• Emilia looks at him, studying his face.


• LANCE
• You're not...you can't be...you...


• He pulls his gaze away from her and points up at his window, helplessly.


• EMILIA
• It all gets much deeper from here on. Your choice...want to enter the wardrobe?


• LANCE
• What?


• EMILIA
• Cross the looking glass?


• LANCE
• You mean...?


• He is still pointing at his window.


• Emilia grins at him, reassuringly.


• EMILIA
• Hi, I'll be your Alice tonight. You want to go on?


• Lance looks at her, trying to focus.


• He works on concentrating, and finally pulls his thoughts together.


• LANCE
• Ok, yeah. Let's shift my paradigms, alter my reality...sorry, tired.


• EMILIA
• Excellent.


• She begins walking and waves him on.


• They walk several feet down the sidewalk and stop in front of a door identical to the door in the game.


• She punches in the code and the door swings open.


• She holds it open for Lance.


• He pauses, then shuffles in, flip-flops slapping.


• She follows him, and the door closes.


• EMILIA
• Congratulations, you've found the Resistance.


• FADE TO BLACK.