166. Here's the Catch - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. STREET - NIGHT


• ARIA stand under a street lamp, illuminated in a cone of light as light rains falls around her.


• Crowds of people pass her on the road, all walking in the same direction.


• There is a chilling scream that floats on the wind in the distance.


• ARIA
• Please stop! Turn around; there's death at the end of the road.


• No one stops or turns, they simply continue to move, herd-like down the road.


• The men are dressed in well-tailored suits and hats, the women in beautiful dresses, skirts, and crisp suit pants.


• ARIA
• Please listen to me. Please stop!


• Her eyes are milky and she stares blindly at the people, unable to see, only able hear the footsteps moving past her in constant rhythm.


• She walks forward but can only move a few inches before the thick chain around her ankle restrains her to the lamp post.


• The people continue forward and as the pass, it becomes obvious that they have no ears or eyes, they simple walk on, talking happily to themselves, oblivious.


• ARIA
• Why won't you stop? Just listen!


• The end of the road ends abruptly at the edge of a jagged cliff.


• People walk into space, lemmings plunging to their deaths, and Aria is the only witness to their screams.


• ARIA
• Listen to them! They're dying, just turn around. Please just listen, you fools! just listen.


• She strains against her chain as the rain continues to fall and the mass of people pushes forward, a constant flow of death.


• FADE TO BLACK.