11: Potions

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(Int. Satan's office, night. Satan sits at his desk writing on a sheet of paper. Enter Anne.)

Anne: Good morning, Lord Satan.

Satan: Oh, good morning, Anne, have a seat.

(Anne sits.)

Satan: Tell me, how have you been getting along with your new roommate?

Anne: Oh, she's lovely, I do wish I could understand her, though.

Satan: Yes, people are often frustrated by the many language barriers down here, but if you really need to speak to her, I'm sure Baal could be of service. Now, I've planned for us to do something a little differently today. I think you could benefit from being able to talk to that child you killed, his name was Oliver, correct?

Anne: Yes sire.

Satan: Thank you, you see, me and Baal have arranged for you to take a short trip to Heaven, just for an hour or two, so you can talk to him.

Anne: Really, are you serious?

Satan: I am. However, if you do not want to go, it is by no means necessary.

Anne: No, I would love to go, I've been wondering about Heaven ever since I came down here.

Satan: (Standing.) Well than, follow me, please.

(Anne is lead down the upstairs hallway, and into a side room. It contains a chaise, next to which is a small table with a brandy cavalier on it, holding a gently glowing, gold colored liquid. Baal sits next to the set up, on a simple, but comfortable looking armchair. In the background, shelves line the walls, each one holding a plethora of glass vials filled with liquids, all of them seeming to have a slightly magical quality.)

Baal: (Smiling softly.) Hello Anne.

(Satan begins to exit the room.)

Anne: Where are you going?

Satan: I'm afraid Heaven's residents tend to treat visitors poorly when I am present for this exercise. I'll speak with you once you return. (Exit Satan.)

Baal: Don't worry, usually the angels just ignore the presence of any damned souls. Now, (He leads Anne to the chaise and poors the glowing liquid into a glass.) Lie down, and drink. This liquid will transport you to what I believe is Lord Satan's old home.

(Anne takes the beverage, downs it, and slowly leans back, closing her eyes. POV shot of the screen fading to black.)


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