Fanfiction

INT. JORDAN'S CAR - NIGHT

Angela and Jordan make out in the front seat of the infamous Plymouth.

ANGELA (VO)
Why is it that, when you're, like, making out with someone, you can never really keep your mind on, like, making out?

ANGELA
So, did she, like, say where she was going?

JORDAN
No.

ANGELA
You mean, she didn't say a thing? Not one word?

ANGELA
That's strange. That's not like Rayanne.

JORDAN (sighs)
She said, something about, having to...
(he gropes for the words)
confront him, or something, and get it over with. You know...whatever.

ANGELA
And, what, you just let her go?!

JORDAN
Yeah. So?

ANGELA
"So?"

JORDAN
So what?

ANGELA (VO)
It's weird how you can, like, want to just melt together with someone one moment, and then, a minute later, want to sort of, strangle them...

ANGELA
Rayanne's in trouble...I've got to find her.

JORDAN
(a beat)
So...go.

INT. THE CATALANO HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT

A FLASHLIGHT
pierces through the blackness. Cobwebs and multi-colored utility wires illuminated by the flashlight hang in bunches. The oval of LIGHT stops on an OLD OAK CHEST. A HAND reaches forward with a BOBBIE PIN, begins to jimmy the lock.

SHARON AND BRIAN
crouch over the ancient chest, the wavering flashlight offers a noirish quality to the adrenaline-charged setting. Brian continues jimmying the lock.

SHARON
Hurry--!

BRIAN
I'm going as fast as I can, Cherski--!

SHARON
You said you could do this--!

BRIAN
This isn't like taking apart a bed... there are interlocking tumblers in this lock, and at least three--

BRIAN
What am I doing here?!

SHARON
(flattering)
Angela said you were probably the only one who'd know how to do this, Brian...

BRIAN
We're probably breaking, like, sixteen different state laws here. We could go to prison for this! We're breaking and entering into another person's house!
(a beat)
Why am I doing this?!

SHARON
Because...because Rayanne could be in trouble...

BRIAN
Rayanne?! Rayanne Graff?! Because Rayanne Graff could be in trouble, 'ol Brian's gonna risk going to jail and getting a record! Hah! "Get Brian! He has nothing better to do. He won't mind risking getting arrested on a Friday night, because he has no life!"

SHARON
(a beat)
Brian, Angela's really worried about Rayanne...
(a beat)
And so am I...

INT. THE LOFT - NIGHT

A HUGE BLOODY, BEATING HEART
sits in the palm of an equally large hand.

THE DEVIL (Vic Racine)
lifts it to his lips, takes a deep bite from it, as if gorging on an apple.

THE DEVIL
The best time to eat them is when they're still beating.

THE DEVIL
I'd forgotten what a delicacy Heart of Angel could be. Next time you seek the protection of an angel, you'd best make certain it's an Archangel.

THE DEVIL
Will He ever come back? Good question, yes. He'll be born of Man once more. This time He'll be a construction worker who moonlights as lead guitar in a grunge band.

RAYANNE
(voice choking)
Great. Like we really need Eddie Vedder to tell us how to get our shit together.

THE DEVIL
He'll become an international superstar by the time He's twenty seven, but won't realize who He is until the age of thirty--at which time He'll begin to use His fame as a podium for His political agenda--

RAYANNE
(clears her throat)
What the hell have you done to me?!

THE DEVIL
Good question, yes. What have I done to you? Given you back your AIDS--
(a beat)
His Drummer, whom He will consider His closest friend, will engineer His frame-up, and all but railroad Him to His death in the electric chair on the very day He turns thirty three. And the cycle of pain will begin anew.

RAYANNE
You son of a--!

THE DEVIL
Don't blame me for the disease. I wasn't the one who lured everything with two legs and a heartbeat into her bed since the age of thirteen.

THE DEVIL
I wasn't the one hell-bent on destroying herself before her sixteenth year of life. I'm not the one marinating my liver daily in a sea of numbing alcohol.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE LOFT - NIGHT

ANGELA
creeps up the narrow wooden stairs leading to the loft. She spies through a crack in the splintered door.

THE DEVIL (O.S.)
You brought this all on by yourself.

ANGELA (VO)
Actually hearing the Devil speak is kind of exhilarating, in a really, sort of warped way. It was kind of like creeping downstairs at one in the morning just to get a glimpse of the Playboy Channel when I was eleven.

INT. CATALANO HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT

THE OAK TRUNK
sits wide open as jagged shadows cast by Sharon's flashlight dance around it. Brian holds up a browning, weathered PARCHMENT.
CLOSE ON THE PARCHMENT
At the top, the word CONTRACT can be seen. Below that the words: BINDING FOR ETERNITY are written.

BRIAN (O.S.)
Oh my God...

SHARON (O.S.)
What...? What is it...? Brian, what's--?

MOVE TO REVEAL THE BOTTOM OF THE PARCHMENT
CLOSE ON THE NAME: Jordan Catalano
It's written in what looks like red ink.

SHARON
That's not...that's not what I think it is...is it?

BRIAN
It's not ink. It's definitely not ink.

SHARON
(gasping)
oh my god...Ooooooohhhhhhhh, what do we do, Brian?!

BRIAN
(thinks hard)
Angela. We've got to show this to Angela. Where'd she say she was--?

SHARON
The loft--! Tino's loft. She said she was going to look for Rayanne there!

BRIAN
(a beat)
I have a bad feeling about this.

INT. LOFT - NIGHT

Racine stands towering over Angela.

THE DEVIL
I see you've failed to heed my advice, Amanda. You should have "waken up!"