FADE IN:
SUPER: "DAY ONE"
INT. KITTY'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - DAY
KITTY, 20's, bends over a sink ferociously scrubbing her face.
Dries off with a towel, looks in the mirror, unpleased.
She bends over to scrub again, dries off her face one more
time, looks in the mirror, sighs.
Picks up a pamphlet from the back of the toilet that reads:
GETTING THROUGH IT, DAY BY DAY, DROP BY DROP.
Long, black hair falls in clumps on the bathroom floor.
Puts on a pair of latex gloves, squirts hair dye into her
hands, rubs it into her scalp.
Kitty bends over the bathtub, rinses her hair under the
faucet. Pools of black water eddy in the drain.
Kitty picks up an unlabelled, purple vial, sips it.
She dips the tip of a piece of dental floss into the vial,
decidedly winds the floss around her fingers, saws away at
her gums.
Screams.
SUPER: "AN HOUR LATER"
INT. KITTY'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Kitty sits on her couch with a bandana tied around her mouth,
wears a dark pair of sunglasses, her hair cut short, frizzed
out, blotchily colored.
Her feet tap against the coffee table; her fingers tap
against her knees.
She picks up a timer from the coffee table. It reads: "1:59";
it clicks to "2:00", beeps.
Kitty walks over to the blinds, hesitates, clicks them a
quarter of an inch open; sunlight breaks through.
Kitty shields her eyes and returns to the couch.
She resets the timer for another hour.
She turns her face from the window, resumes her tapping.
2.
SUPER: "DAY TWO"
INT. DINER - DAY
Kitty sits at a booth in a baseball cap, dark sunglasses.
She liberally pours sugar into her coffee mug, stirs.
DR. JUICE, (40's), clean-cut, toting a large duffle bag,
bounds into the diner, slaps Kitty on the shoulder.
DR. JUICE
Hi-o! Kitty-o!
Kitty barely meets his eyes.
Dr. Juice whips into the seat opposite Kitty.
KITTY
Hi there.
Dr. Juice clasps his hands in front of him.
DR. JUICE
Well, you're lookin' great!
Except for a little dribble on
your lips there?
Dr. Juice dips his napkin in a glass of water, wipes at the
dried blood on Kitty's lips.
Kitty pulls back from him, but then allows it.
DR. JUICE
Now let me see the job you did?
Dr. Juice pries open Kitty's mouth with his thumb, reveals
two gaping holes where her canines used to be.
He peers in and scrunches up his nose.
DR. JUICE
Not bad. Not bad? Did you use the
purple stuff? Still hurt much?
KITTY
Kills.
DR. JUICE
Sleep last night?
KITTY
No.
3.
DR. JUICE
Sleep this morning?
KITTY
No.
DR. JUICE
How's the light in your apartment.
KITTY
Hasn't killed me yet.
DR. JUICE
Ok, good. It won't, you know.
It's all in your head?
psychosomatic. I don't want you
to stay awake one more night
though. Bad. I'm gonna give you
two tinctures that should help
and then we'll meet up tomorrow.
KITTY
Ok.
DR. JUICE
Can you do that?
KITTY
I said yeah.
DR. JUICE
Okie-dokie.
WAITRESS approaches their table.
DR. JUICE (TO WAITRESS)
An orange juice, please. Large.
Waitress walks away.
Dr. Juice reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out two
small boxes, unmarked, one is brown and one is black.
Dr. Juice taps the brown box.
DR. JUICE
This one is for pain.
Kitty picks the vial out of the box, pockets it.
Dr. Juice taps on the black box.
4.
DR. JUICE
This one is for sleep? Now, both
take effect immediately, but use
them sparingly. S-P-A-R-I-N-G-L-Y.
This is a limited supply. One
drop does the trick? If you don't
want the drops you can do it
cold-turkey. Dependency can be
harder to kick than?
Kitty leans into Dr. Juice.
KITTY
I want the drops.
Kitty pockets the black vial.
Dr. Juice takes his hands off the table.
DR. JUICE
All-righty-then. All yours
sweetheart.
Dr. Juice starts to get out of the booth.
DR. JUICE
Oh, there's almost something I
forgot. Do-do-do-do?
He takes an envelope from his back pocket.
DR. JUICE
Go to this address in a half an
hour. My wife will be expecting you.
Kitty accepts the envelope.
KITTY
When can I eat?
DR. JUICE
You can't eat until you've gotten
some sleep.
KITTY
But I can't sleep without eating.
DR. JUICE
Well? you can't eat until you've
forgotten who you are. The drops
will help. Do something positive
today. You're giving me a "grumpy"
feel.
5.
Dr. Juice exits the diner.
The waitress sets down the glass of orange juice in front of
Kitty.
Kitty stares at it, then pouts and looks away.
EXT. THE JUICE'S HOUSE - FRONT DOOR - DAY
Kitty checks the address in her hand, knocks on the door.
No one answers.
Kitty peaks into the front window, but the curtains are drawn.
She knocks again.
KITTY
Mrs. Juice?
The door opens.
MRS. JUICE, 30's, is in her robe, a towel wrapped around her
head.
MRS. JUICE
Kitty.
INT. THE JUICE HOUSE - DAY
Mrs. Juice tidies up a bit around the house.
Kitty stands in the doorway watching her.
Mrs. Juice walks up to Kitty and takes her hands.
MRS. JUICE
The doctor told me you were
coming? Oh, you look like you've
had a rough go of it. Doin' ok?
KITTY
Yeah. I think so. I took some of
the drops.
MRS. JUICE
Oh, good. That should help. Be
careful though. Reliance is what
we're trying to break here? Human
existence is about SELF-control.
Well, come on! Let's get you
fixed up!
Kitty follows Mrs. Juice down the hall.
6.
INT. THE JUICE HOUSE - DINING ROOM - DAY - LATER
Kitty sits at the dining table; her hair has been cut and
re-dyed to all one color, looking magazine-perfect.
She wears a casual business suit.
MRS. JUICE
The contacts will help with the
light. You can still wear the
sunglasses if you like, but they
really should not be necessary in
a day or two.
KITTY
Thanks so much. I really could
not have done all this without
all your help. I was kind of a mess.
MRS. JUICE
No problem, Kitty. We're here to
help you!
Mrs. Juice shows Kitty to the door.
MRS. JUICE
Now, go home and do some
crosswords or whatever it is you
young, single people do these
days? Ok. Sleep tonight and get
up for work tomorrow. Just like
that. Lots of people do it every
day, every day. They'll be
expecting you at the bank at 8am.
KITTY
Thanks, I will. Thank you.
Kitty turns around and smiles; the two gaps in her mouth
have been filled with false teeth.
Mrs. Juice shuts the door, then peaks behind the curtain to
be sure Kitty is walking away.
She picks up the phone, dials a number, waits for an answer.
MRS. JUICE
Well, that was easier than you
said it was going to be.
Mrs. Juice pulls two unmarked vials out of her robe pocket;
one is brown and one is black.
7.
INT. KITTY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Kitty is in her pajamas, frantically rifling through her
purse; she cannot find what she's looking for.
She checks the pockets of her jeans.
KITTY
Yes!
She lays down on a single mattress on the floor, stares up
at the ceiling.
She screws the cap off of a red vial in her hand, swallows a
few drops.
KITTY
Drop by drop? No problem.
Kitty's pupils shrink; her eyes lose color.
SUPER: "DAY THREE"
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
Kitty walks up to the bank looking as she did when she left
Mrs. Juice's house the day before.
There is a skip in her step; she smiles at those she passes.
INT. BANK - DAY
Kitty saunters up to the front desk and introduces herself
to the CLERK.
KITTY
Hi. I'm Kitty. I'm here to see Dr.
Juice.
CLERK
I'll page him for you.
Dr. Juice approaches Kitty with arms outstretched, then he
looks skeptical.
DR. JUICE
Kitty! You look great? better
than great!
Kitty warmly accepts his compliment.
8.
DR. JUICE
Well, let's get you started.
First we're gonna do a little
check-up and make sure EVERYthing
is up to speed.
KITTY
No, problem-o, boss!
Kitty follows Dr. Juice down the corridor.
Dr. Juice glances back at her, scrunches up his nose.
DR. JUICE
Really, Kitty. You look fantastic.
KITTY
Your wife has excellent taste, sir.
They approach the examination room door.
DR. JUICE
All, right. Here we are.
Dr. Juice opens the door.
Kitty enters.
INT. EXAMINATION ROOM - DAY
Kitty sits on the examination table, her hands on her knees.
DR. JUICE
Kitty, I'm very impressed with
your recovery. It looks like Day
Three will be your best day yet.
KITTY
I think so too, Doc.
DR. JUICE
But, I'm curious? How, I mean,
didn't you? How exactly did you
sleep last night?
KITTY
With a little help from my friends?
Dr. Juice cocks his head at Kitty.
DR. JUICE
Kitty??
Kitty slides off the exam table and walks towards Dr. Juice.
9.
He backs away from her.
KITTY
Your wife is an impressive
apothecary, but I think she may
be missing her most revered
pharmaceutical.
Kitty flashes her teeth. Her false teeth are gone and her
fangs have started to grow back in.
DR. JUICE
Kitty, we were only trying to help.
Kitty's fingers wrap in between the buttons of Dr. Juice's
lab coat.
KITTY
No, thank you. I don't need
anyone's help?
Kitty leans into Dr. Juice's neck and starts sucking.
FADE OUT.
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