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CHRISTIE, 30ish, stands at the door frame of an up-town high-rise flat on the 86th floor, belonging to her parents. She is dressed in tattered jeans, and dirty t-shirt. She wears a bandanna around her head. She has likely not bathed in several days. She carries a hiking backpack with mat, covered in patches of countries, and a shell hanging from the pack. It's been a long time since she's been stateside.
She stands at the door, starts to press the door bell, then hesitates. 
She closes her eyes.
She presses the door bell.
The door bell can be clearly heard.
CHRISTIE waits (about one minute).
She presses the button again.
Several seconds later she presses it again.
Then again. 
She doesn't notice the neighbor across the hall has now popped her head out her door to witness the repetitive bell ringing.
CHRISTIE kicks the door leaving a mark, the door doesn't budge.
She collapses where she stands and lays her head on the door. 
The door opens and MOM is standing there.
MOM
May I help you?
CHRISTIE looks us at her.
MOM (CONT.)
Christine?
CHRISTIE stands up, grabs her backpack and brushes past her mom. She walks over to a bedroom door and opens it to find it filled with boxes.
CHRISTIE
Well you win, I'm here.
MOM
It's been three years Christine.
CHRISTIE
It's been a lifetime.
MOM rummages through a box marked Christine.
MOM 
Let's find you something clean.
CHRISTIE laughs and plops on the couch. Her mom pulls out a very feminine dress. CHRISTIE puts her hiking boots on the coffee table, and dirt falls off. Her mom gasps.
CHRISTIE
Where is he?
MOM
How was your flight?
CHRISTIE
Don't pretend to know me.
MOM
Would you like some water?
CHRISTIE
Can I take a shower?
MOM 
Please.
CHRISTIE begins stripping on the way to the bathroom door, and is half naked by the time she gets there. The door remains open. MOM obtains gloves, and garbage bag and picks up the clothes as the shower begins... too hot.
CHRISTIE
Fuck that's hot.
MOM
Watch your language.
MOM begins spraying and cleaning the couch.
CHRISTIE
Oh.
MOM stops for a second.
CHRISTIE (CONT.)
Oh wow.
MOM stops again.
CHRISTIE (CONT.)
Oh my.
MOM
Christine Helena Tyler! 
CHRISTIE
Yes... Lady Tremaine?
MOM
Never call me that!
CHRISTIE
Mmmmmmm.
MOM
We have neighbors Christine!
A knock at the door, it's the neighbor, MOM opens the door, and NEIGHBOR enters without an invite as if it's normal.
NEIGHBOR
Is that, that homeless looking...?
MOM
(pantomiming and whispering)
It's Christine.
NEIGHBORS eyes widen. She signs the cross. 
NEIGHBOR
You mean, THE Christine?
MOM does not answer but expresses 'apparently' through facial expression.
MOM
Can you still, you know?
NEIGHBOR
Is it time?
NEIGHBOR points behind her without looking behind herself.
MOM begins to nod, and then the water shuts-off. CHRISTIE comes out in a towel.
CHRISTIE 
Clothes, por favor!
NEIGHBOR and MOM are embarrassed in disgust.
MOM, grabs the dress and chauffeurs her back behind the bathroom door.
MOM grabs a bottle of wine and begins filling two glasses.
CHRISTIE reaches her hand out the door?
CHRISTIE (CONT.)
Scissors?
NEIGHBOR
Scissors?
Mom hands neighbor scissors. She walks over to the door as MOM continues with the wine, and hands the scissors to CHRISTIE?
MOM
Why did you need scissors?
NEIGHBOR
CHRISTIE needed them.
MOM
For God's sake Christine, NO!
She begins running to the door, but trips over the pack. CHRISTIE stands over her in an altered and ripped dress, and chopped hair. 
CHRISTIE
I'm not staying.
MOM
You must be so tired.
CHRISTIE helps her mother off the floor, places her hands on her face, then walks over to the kitchen, sees the wine, and enjoys herself. She then starts rummaging through the fridge?
CHRISTIE
Wine! Bread? I'm starved.
CHRISTIE makes a mess.
MOM
Enough! (she can't take anymore)
MOM takes a second to compose herself.
CHRISTIE
There's the bitch I know.
NEIGHBOR, realizing something is about to transpire puts down her wine and exits, as MOM become more angered.
MOM
You like Italian wine now? (calmly)
MOM goes over to a small end-table, opens the drawer and pulls out a letter.
CHRISTIE carries her glass of wine to her pack grabs a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter, sits on the couch and lights the cigarette.
CHRISTIE
Where is he?
MOM
Read!
CHRISTIE opens the envelope and reads, then loses it. 
MOM (CONT.)
See... You're not going anywhere.
CHRISTIE
I don't even know you. (disgust)
CHRISTIE quickly sits down everything in her hands, and walks over to her pack. Puts it on.
MOM
Christine, sit down, eat, relax!
CHRISTIE refuses.
CHRISTIE
I'm not sure why I... (...even came here.)
CHRISTIE  opens the door, and DAD is standing in the door frame. CHRISTIE becomes horrified.
MOM
Everything is going to be alright.
DAD
Dear heavenly father. (spoken with conviction)
DAD starts to move his hands toward CHRISTIE's, face and she shies away.
MOM
A lie to catch the fly.
DAD whispers something in CHRISTIE's ear.
CHRISTINE raises her head, her expression grows feisty. She backs away. DAD picks up the Bible and begins reading.
DAD
I command you unclean spirit.
MOM
unclean whore!
DAD
whoever you are!
MOM
 Satan can't have you!
DAD 
I command you.
CHRISTIE
No!
MOM
Your sinful life.
DAD reaches into his back pockets and tosses handcuffs to MOM
DAD
Obey me!
MOM
Honor thy father and mother.
CHRISTIE
I'm not going back there.
DAD 
Begone in the name of Jesus Christ.
MOM places one handcuff around a struggling CHRISTIE.
MOM
Give me your other hand!

CHRISTIE
I'm not your daughter!
CHRISTIE slams her mother aside, turns to run, her DAD grabs her by the pack, she slips out, jumps atop the coffee table, out the French doors and the balcony, jumps off the planter and over the railing.
NEIGHBOR and CHILD (age 6) enters, the child dodges around DAD's leg to MOM.
CHILD
Where's mommie?











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