250. The Rare One - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. LIVINGROOM - NIGHT


• AARON sits on his couch with his head in his hands.


• AARON (VO)
• She's one of those rare ones, you know what, not just one of those...she is the rare one. The one you spend your life hoping for.


• INT. COFFEESHOP - NIGHT


• Aaron and THE RARE ONE sit at a small table at the center of the shop.


• The rest of the room falls off into darkness, as if they are the only to people in existence.


• They hold hands across the table.


• AARON (VO)
• We get into these long conversations that range from the dearth of exotic anemone in pet stores to obscure political parties in Vermont. She gets my weird moods and I know just when I should buy her jasmine-scented candles.


• EXT. SIDEWALK - NIGHT


• Aaron and The Rare One walk under street lights holding hands.


• AARON (VO)
• And then she leans over and whispers that there's something she has to tell me. And her eyes have gone all wrong and I'm afraid.


• Her lips move.


• AARON (VO)
• She says, "I'm sorry I waited this long. I used to be a man, I have one more surgery to go. I've always been a woman up here." And she taps her head.


• She touches her temple.


• Aaron lets go of her hand and steps backwards away from her, then walks away.


• AARON (VO)
• She yells after me, "I thought you were a real man!"


• She stands under a street light crying.


• EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY


• Aaron walks quickly on the sidewalk, racing to The Rare One's apartment.


• AARON (VO)
• I finally get my head straight and realize I'll never find someone else like her.


• Flashing lights color the sidewalk.


• Behind police tape, The Rare One is sprawled on the ground, dead.


• AARON (VO)
• The cops tell me she jumped this morning.


• Aaron stands, frozen, staring at the body, shaking his head as if that will make it all go away.


• INT. LIVINGROOM - NIGHT


• AARON sits on his couch with his head in his hands.


• FADE TO BLACK.