Only You Page #3

Back outside, the girl everybody-thinks-is-going-to-marry-Alex

is nervous.

GIRL #2

But what if she tells me something

bad? I don't want to hear anything

bad...

KATE:

They never tell you anything bad.

Nobody'd ever go to them if they

did.

The door opens. The WOMAN'S imposing hulk casts a shadow down

over them. They look up.

FORTUNE TELLER:

Who knocked?

Like deer in the headlights.

GIRL #2

(pointing at Kate)

She did.

KATE:

(pointing at girl

#2)

She did.

Nobody moves, until,

FAITH (O.S.)

I did.

Faith looks at her friends, shrugs, then gamely ventures

inside past the beads and sits down.

FORTUNE TELLER:

What's your name?

FAITH:

Faith.

FORTUNE TELLER:

(lighting a candle)

What do you wanna know, Faith?

FAITH:

Um, just basic destiny stuff, I

guess. But-- I don't want to hear

anything bad.

(beat)

If that's okay.

Madame Divina starts laying out a series of tarot cards.

Suddenly there's a loud KNOCK at the back door. Faith jumps.

FORTUNE TELLER:

(dismissing)

Spirits.

She lays down a couple more cards. Then a persistent

"PSSSSTTTT", "PSSSSTTT". More BANGING.

FORTUNE TELLER:

(hollering)

Harry, I'm outta change.

More KNOCKING. Harry is determined. Annoyed, Mme. Divina

finally gets up.

FORTUNE TELLER:

How come I always wind up next door

to the freak show?

(as she goes)

Just because they're midgets does

that mean they don't have to go

to the bank like the rest of us?

She lumbers to the back of the booth, throws open a back door

and looks down.

FORTUNE TELLER:

What?

Inside, Faith is nervously eying the cards. Her friend KATE

peeks in through the beads.

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