240. Small Holes - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. LORIEN RESIDENCE - DAY


• RABBIT, a nine-year-old boy, sits on the porch steps of his house carefully knitting a blue and orange scarf.


• His glasses are pushed to the end of his nose and he squints at his work.


• The wind rustles through the chimes that hang all around the porch's awning.


• The grass in the yard is bright green and large oak shadows the house.


• Herbs and flowers ring the house's margin.


• Marigolds line the path that connects the porch to the street.


• There is a soft whistling sound and Rabbit looks up from his work, pushing his glass up with a finger.


• A GIRL IN PINK stands on the path, her head tilted to the left as she watches Rabbit.


• She is dressed in a pink dress with jeans underneath and ballet shoes on her feet.


• She holds a ice cream cone in one hand, ignoring the pink, sugary drops melting onto her hand.


• In the other hand, she holds a silk leash attached to a richly-colored FLAMINGO.


• FLAMINGO
• Don't mind her, she gets lost in her head all the time. Come on dear, let's go.


• Rabbit doesn't seem to be too bothered by the fact that the flamingo is speaking.


• He waves, and the bird nods in a dignified way, pulling the girl away.


• They wander down the street.


• Rabbit stands, putting his knitting down on the porch and walks into the house.


• INT. LORIEN RESIDENCE - DAY


• Rabbit stands at the top of the basement stairs.


• RABBIT
• Mom? Mom?


• MRS. LORIEN, a young woman with goggles perched at the top of her head and dressed in grease-smeared jeans, pops out of the shadows.


• She holds a strange-looking welding torch in one hand.


• Her hair is held together by a pencil and rows of earrings glint from her ears.


• She smiles up at him.


• MRS. LORIEN
• What's up Rabbit?


• RABBIT
• You haven't fixed the hole yet.


• MRS. LORIEN
• I'm working on it, dear, it's not all that easy to fix the time-space continuum.


• RABBIT
• It'd be easier if you quit making holes in it.


• MRS. LORIEN
• But this was just a small one. And all the parallel worlds you get to see!


• RABBIT
• You promised.


• Mrs. Lorien makes a face.


• MRS. LORIEN
• One a month, I know.


• RABBIT
• This is three. It's not that I mind so much, but the neighbors keep freaking out.


• MRS. LORIEN
• Alright, alright, I'll do better.


• RABBIT
• Thanks Mom.


• He turns to head back out.


• RABBIT
• Love you.


• MRS. LORIEN
• I love you too honey. Remember to stay away from any yammering bandersnits if they make it through, you remember what happened last time.


• He rolls his eyes and replies dutifully.


• RABBIT
• Yes, Mom.


• He turns, walking back out.


• Mrs. Lorien smiles after him.


• She turns, pulling her goggles back on and cranks on the torch.


• It burns bright violet, the light it casts revealing a shimmering hole hanging in midair.


• She whistles to herself and starts working.


• FADE TO BLACK.