Day 65. Not in courier, but screenplay nonetheless.

FADE IN:

EXT. SOMEWHERE IN THE FAR NORTH - DAY

Huddling, dark masses of Nordic PEASANTS stand below a large, ornate stage. They are silent, faces tilted up despite the slowly falling snow, looking at the cage with a dancing BEAR inside.

BEAR (V.O. )
I am a dancing bear. The peasants are very hungry.
The king's hunt has killed off all the other animals in the
woods and the peasants are very hungry. I am so large
one of my arms would feed a family for a week.

The masses are suddenly much closer.


INT. PRISON - DAY

There is a labryinth of high cement walls, with barbed wire on top. A GIRL runs through one of the passages, then hits a dead end and whips around her long brown hair and runs the other way. Everything gets blurry.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Same girl tosses and turns in her bed.

EXT. PARK BENCH - MORNING

Girl sits. A kindly older MAN sits. He offers her a pickle from his trench coat. She shakes her head and smiles.

MAN
Why don't you like pickles? They're very nutritious!
(beat)
My wife doesn't like pickles either. She's dead. Are you
dead?

INT. SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY

THREE GIRLS sit or lie on the floor, drawing on a big white piece of paper. An indistinct TEACHER figure mumbles praise at them, and they smile at each other. There is a sound at the door. THREE MEN enter. One is carrying a huge gun. The girl starts running. Everyone is stock still, watching. She gathers momentum and grabs the gun, chucking it outside. She thinks this has solved everything. One of the men gestures to to the other to go out and get the gun. They do, but the girl is running again, and she throws the gun into a campfire.
The man looks back in consternation, then grabs it with his bare hand. Suddenly he is covered in blood. He looks up from under his long eyelashes and tosses the gun on the floor. It has turned into an alarm clock.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Girl tosses and turns.

EXT. BEACH - EARLY MORNING

Calm, lapping waves. It's cloudy, and everything is gray. Not too deep out, there is a circle of PEOPLE holding things above their heads: babies. Slowly, ceremoniously, they lower the babies into the waist-deep water, and bring them out again in the same fluid motion. Suddenly this image breaks, as if hit with a hammer.

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING

Alarm clock goes off. Very annoying beeping and flashing, gets progressively more annoying. Girl hits alarm, which subsides. She blinks and looks vaguely confused.

INT. KITCHEN - MORNING

Girl eats cereal in kitchen. Her mom is drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

MOM
Did you have good dreams?

GIRL
No.
(beat)
I don't remember.

FADE TO BLACK.