159. A Little Lower Than - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - DAY


• THE VISITOR walks slowly along the sidewalk, occasionally stumbling onto the street then back onto the sidewalk as passing cars honk angrily.


• Her jeans are torn and filthy.


• She crosses her arms tightly against her stomach, shivering; her thin white tank top doing nothing to protect her from the elements.


• A pair of dirty wings protrude from her back, their once-white feathers dragging in the filth of the boulevard.


• She reaches out to passing pedestrians.


• THE VISITOR
• Please, help.


• People push past each other trying to steer clear of her.


• She trips on the polished black of the sidewalk, metallic stars and the names of Hollywood royalty staring up at her.


• She stumbles onto the street weaving in and out of traffic as cars slam on breaks and horns sound.


• Wandering down the center of the road, she tries to find a way back to the sidewalk.


• There is a break in the traffic, and she dashes to safety.


• She wanders up a side street and then into an alley, where a SCARRED MAN waits, leaning against a wall.


• SCARRED MAN
• 'Ello Love. Back for more?


• He leers at her.


• She holds her hand out.


• SCARRED MAN
• Oh no, no, you know how it works; first you give, then you receive.


• He tugs at his pants, then looks at her.


• SCARRED MAN
• Well, I'll make an exception; looks like you need it to get anything done. I know you're good for it.


• He smirks, pulling a leather case from his cargo pants.


• He carefully fills a syringe with a strangely glowing green liquid.


• She offers her arm, and he ties a tourniquet, finds her vein, then pushes the plunger, the liquid swirling into her body.


• Her eyes go wide.


• He cleans up, then tugs at his belt again.


• SCARRED MAN
• Your turn.


• She looks at him, then at the street, gagging, then starts running.


• The man lets out a yell and begins chasing her.


• She runs madly, wings straining to fly but unable to.


• Her feet fly back down the alley, down the street and into Hollywood boulevard.


• There is a squealing of tires and then a soft crunch as a hummer plows into her; wings explode into the air and drift over the street, spinning down onto the heads of stunned onlookers.


• FADE TO BLACK.