Wish Upon Page #2

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DAD :
Hey.

There you go.

Man, you got the green stuff.

It's called "salad".

It's healthy and you're welcome.

I got you a little something, buddy.

It's up on your bed.

Dad, please...

we've talked about this already.

You've your space

- and then there's my space.

- I know!

I just found it at this fancy place.

It's got Chinese writing on it.

Figured since you're taking Chinese...

If you don't want it, Carl'll take it.

Sh*t, you're damn right.

(SIGHING)

Just consider it an early birthday present.

CLARE :
Come on, Max.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Whoa!

(RATTLING)

"Wishes...

seven."

# I see the lines #

# You try to hide from me... #

(PHONE BEEPS)

# And... #

# A little bit #

# Of my heart feels #

# Like we're all messed up inside #

# And a little part, #

# Of the fear is gone... #

Of course that would happen.

# When you say goodnight... #

# These Night Lies #

# Ya little bit of my heart... #

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Seven wishes...

Why not?

(SIGHS)

I wish that...

Darcie Chapman,

would just...

(EXHALES)

I don't know, but just, like, go rot!

(EXHALES)

(MAX SCRATCHING AT DOOR)

Max?

- Come on! Come here!

- (MAX WHINES)

- Okay.

- (MAX WHINES)

(MAX GROWLING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(METALLIC CLICK)

(CREAKING)

(OMINOUS ORIENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIRRING AND TICKING)

(MOANING)

(WHIRRING)

(MOANING AND SIGHING)

(WHIRRING)

(METALLIC CLICKING)

(BIRDSONG)

(GRUNTING)

(SNORING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

- (SQUELCHING)

- Oh, my God.

(GASPING)

Oh, my God!

(OMINOUS CRESCENDO)

BOY :
Darcie?

Darcie!

Oh! Ah!

- Oh, my God!

- DARCIE :
Oh, my God!

GIRL 2 :
Necrotizing fasciitis.

- No!

- Yeah.

- What?

- Yeah.

So apparently, She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

picked up a case of it at the spa.

And now she's at the ICU.

She might lose her toes, part

of her leg, and part of her face.

How sweet is that?

Ah, she's rotting!

Yeah.

Apparently Karma is a bigger b*tch

than Darcie Chapman.

Who knew?

(GIRL CLEARS THROAT)

CLARE :
Oh!

- It's for Darcie.

- Oh!

You said that like we should care.

Um, we're starting a GoFundMe.

(SIGHING)

Go fund this.

Yeah.

- Go on. Scooch. Bye.

- It's fine. It's fine.

- CLARE :
Meredith.

- It's whatever.

- Oh, my God!

- You're proud.

(BELL RINGING)

- GIRL :
I gotta go.

- All right.

Definitely have my attention, lucky box.

(CAMERA CLICK)

(CAMERA CLICK)

Max, come here.

Max?

(BIRDSONG)

(DISTANT SOUNDS OF CHILDREN PLAYING)

Max? (KISSING SOUNDS)

Where are you? (WHISTLES)

(CLAPPING)

Max?

(KISSING SOUNDS)

- Ma...

- (CHAIN RATTLING)

Max, are you in there? Buddy?

Buddy?

You in there?

You know you're not supposed to be down here.

Ow.

(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDING)

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