Wandavision.
Scene? Lost media–recovered.
Fade in.
Howard's backyard. Bright. Still. Every house is a pastel-postcard. A hose sprays water in rhythmic spurts.
HOWARD (20s, clean-shaven, neat polo, that good ol' boy charm), waters his garden. A too-green lawn, marigolds lined in perfect rows. He whistles an upbeat jingle, something from a toothpaste commercial.
He stops. Straightens a tulip. Smiles.
HOWARD (to no one)
Can't have sagging stems, not when it's such a lovely Tuesday! Or is it Wednesday?
He scratches his head, and beyond, a laugh track sounds.
From the house next door, MR. JOHNSON (50s, ruddy cheeks) appears, leaning lazily over the white picket fence.
MR. JOHNSON.
Afternoon, Howard. What a beaut of a day, huh?
HOWARD. (Looks up too fast).
Why it sure is! Sky is clearer than my eyesight! Though, anything is clearer than my eyesight.
He takes off his glasses and gives them a wipe.
Audience laughter.
Howard turns off the hose with a satisfying click! He and Mr. Johnson glance upward.
Above them, in a perfect red and blue sky, two women hover.
WANDA and AGNES.
MR. JOHNSON.
I wonder where they're off to!
HOWARD.
Hopefully a much-needed vacation! You know how hard Wanda's been working recently.
MR. JOHNSON.
Oh yes, indeed. Too hard. It'd be nice of her to go elsewhere!
HOWARD.
Of?
MR JOHNSON.
For! I meant for. It'd be so nice for her to go elsewhere. Yknow the sameness of suburbia just doesn't seem like it would be a place for someone like her.
HOWARD.
Oh, I agree.
LAUGH TRACK.
A beat. The two men just stand there and smile and the sky.
MR JOHNSON.
We still on for dinner tonight? Lucy's got that casserole in the freezer—yknow the one.
HOWARD.
Wouldn't miss it for the world.
MR JOHNSON.
You never do. (Beat). Same shirt as yesterday?
Howard looks down at himself.
Must've liked it so much, I forgot to tell the costume department to change my wardrobe!
The audience howls with laughter.
Mr Johnson smiles too wide. Frozen in place.
HOWARD.
See you tonight, I'll bring the wine.
Mr Johnson's lips move, but the audio doesn't match.
MR JOHNSON.
I'll bring the wine, bring the wine, bring the wine.
The hose at Howard's feet begins to unravel. Coils moving on their own. The flowerbeds of perfect tulips seem to wilt and bloom on repeat. The lawn shivers in pixels.
Behind him, the neighborhood loops. A jogger passes. Then passes again. Then again.
The laugh track loops and loops then starts to slow down and distort, as if someone had set the audio-department on fire.
Howard closes his eyes.
When they open, the sky is burning red and coming apart.
Mr Johnson looks at Howard with wide, uncomprehending eyes.
Then he opens his mouth and lets out a terrible scream.
CUT TO INSTANT BLACK.
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