INT. 2520 HOUSE - EVENING
A light TAPPING on the front door.
Andrea Froehlich, 26, with flowing brown hair, awakes from the bottom section of a trundle bed.
ANDREA
(In flawless Spanish)
Oh my stars...I am so tired.
Whoever could it be at the door?
(In flawless Spanish)
Oh my stars...I am so tired.
Whoever could it be at the door?
Andrea staggers out of bed wearing a full bodied chicken costume, bright yellow feathers adorning her frame.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on the door, louder.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on the door, louder.
ANDREA
(In flawless French)
One minute! I will be with you momentarily mysterious stranger, you who are rapping so fervently on my front door.
(In flawless French)
One minute! I will be with you momentarily mysterious stranger, you who are rapping so fervently on my front door.
She flaps her arms ever so elegantly as she walks down the stairs.
An elderly couple straight out of some Green Acres re-run sits inside a picture frame, hanging from the stairwell wall.
Again, KNOCKING.
An elderly couple straight out of some Green Acres re-run sits inside a picture frame, hanging from the stairwell wall.
Again, KNOCKING.
ANDREA
(In flawless German)
I hear you visitor, I am but moments from the door, mere feet from the door knob. Upon its turning, the bolt will slide open and we shall meet face to face.
(In flawless German)
I hear you visitor, I am but moments from the door, mere feet from the door knob. Upon its turning, the bolt will slide open and we shall meet face to face.
The door opens, letting in the brilliant whiteness of the world outside.
Andrea shields her eyes, blinded by the glory of the suns rays.
The light fades away as quickly as it came.
The front porch is empty, save for the detritus of winter; sand, salt, and squirrel carcass.
A perplexed crinkle on her brow, Andrea examines the empty porch.
Andrea shields her eyes, blinded by the glory of the suns rays.
The light fades away as quickly as it came.
The front porch is empty, save for the detritus of winter; sand, salt, and squirrel carcass.
A perplexed crinkle on her brow, Andrea examines the empty porch.
ANDREA
(In flawless Italian)
Have my ears deceived me?
Have they betrayed my trust,
thrusting a knife into my back,
a most poetic homage to the late Caesar?
I hear a knock knock knocking
yet they have seemingly been produced by some unseen specter!
I shall count this as an audible misunderstanding
and shut the door and return to my abode.
(In flawless Italian)
Have my ears deceived me?
Have they betrayed my trust,
thrusting a knife into my back,
a most poetic homage to the late Caesar?
I hear a knock knock knocking
yet they have seemingly been produced by some unseen specter!
I shall count this as an audible misunderstanding
and shut the door and return to my abode.
She SHUTS the door and goes towards the kitchen.
Beneath the puffy yellow feathers of her costume, a GRUMBLE emits from Andrea's stomach.
She looks down at her poultry belly and laments -
Beneath the puffy yellow feathers of her costume, a GRUMBLE emits from Andrea's stomach.
She looks down at her poultry belly and laments -
ANDREA
(In flawless Russian)
This miscalculated encounter has left me famished.
I SHALL MAKE A SANDWICH!!! THE MOST EPIC OF MEALS!
THERE SHALL BE DELI MEATS! CONDIMENTS!
BREAD MADE FROM THE FINEST OF GRAINS!
A FEAST FIT FOR A KING!
(In flawless Russian)
This miscalculated encounter has left me famished.
I SHALL MAKE A SANDWICH!!! THE MOST EPIC OF MEALS!
THERE SHALL BE DELI MEATS! CONDIMENTS!
BREAD MADE FROM THE FINEST OF GRAINS!
A FEAST FIT FOR A KING!
Andrea turns the corner and into the kitchen.
Her face opens in sheer terror.
She throws her downy arms up into the air, sunny feathers bursting upward.
Her frightened lips, shaking, manage to emit a prehistoric SCREAM.
She slumps to the floor, unconscious.
Feathers fall softly around her.
A shadow looms over her, like a dark cloud blotting out the sun.
Her face opens in sheer terror.
She throws her downy arms up into the air, sunny feathers bursting upward.
Her frightened lips, shaking, manage to emit a prehistoric SCREAM.
She slumps to the floor, unconscious.
Feathers fall softly around her.
A shadow looms over her, like a dark cloud blotting out the sun.
TO BE CONTINUED
