Human Nature

FADE IN:

EXT. FOREST - DAY

Bird's-eye view. We circle lazily above the forest.

Through a break in the trees, we catch an occasional glimpse

of a prostrate form on the ground. As the circling camera

gets closer we see that the form is a human body.

CUT TO:

EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF LILA TALKING TO THE CAMERA

LILA:

I'm not sorry.

A bead of sweat trickles down her cheek. Then: a blinding

flash of light obliterates her face.

CUT TO:

EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF PUFF TALKING TO THE CAMERA

PUFF:

I am sorry.

A tear wells in Puff's eye and runs down his face. Another

blinding flash of light.

CUT TO:

EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF NATHAN TALKING TO THE CAMERA

NATHAN:

I don't even know what sorry means

anymore.

As Nathan speaks, a trickle of blood drips down his face

from his out-of-frame forehead. Another blinding flash of

light.

CUT TO:

EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

It's a frenetic hand-held shot as Lila is pulled from a police

car and dragged into the precinct house. Cameras flash.

Reporters shout questions. Lila attempts to shield her face

from view, but she is handcuffed and can only manage to hunch

her shoulders.

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

A ratty interrogation room. Institutional green walls.

Beat-up file cabinets. Dark. A bit of fluorescent light spills

in through the frosted glass door. Lila, thirties, sits at

the end of a long table. A reel-to-reel tape recorder whirs

in front of her. She is smoking. Three fat, mean-looking

cops sit in shadows at the other end of the table. One of

the cops eyes her lasciviously. Lila's hand shakes as she

brings the cigarette to her mouth.

LILA:

I'm not sorry. So I spend the rest

of my life in jail. So what? I've

been in jail my whole life anyway. A

jail of blood and tissue and coursing

hormones...

One of the cops sighs and massages the bridge of his nose.

It's going to be a long night.

LILA:

...a jail called the human body.

The lascivious cop smiles lasciviously at Lila's reference

to "human body."

LILA:

My soul held prisoner in this reeking,

stench-ridden bag of bones and

entrails. A bag of feces and piss

and fibroid cysts in my tits and

precancerous moles on my sun-damaged

back...

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