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She pulls out the plastic bag with the pills from her pocket. Hesitates… Puts the contents back into her pocket. LAURITZ What is it, mum? ELLE Trash. She trashes the empty plastic bag. As she walks away, the pills rattle loudly like magic beans in a fairy tale. ELLE (cont'd) (hums) Hmmmm. Hummmmm. Heeeh! Haaaah! LAURITZ You are happy, mum? ELLE Very! For every step Elle takes, the music gets sweeter and more cheerful. She strokes her well-manicured fingers over her dirty jeans back pocket, and her walk gradually transforms from exhausted single mother to catwalk sensation. ELLE (cont'd) (hums) Gee, Haa, hee, haa! For every stroke of her fingers, the pills emit a stronger greenish neon glow as though radioactive. A street light with a strange dreamy colour flashes like it's broadcasting a secret message in Morse code. Like a spotlight, the intense light beam reveals her true being for a split second: A fairy-tale semi-goddess in an elegant red fluffy tulle evening gown. Elle disappears into the dark, grey, rainy night. Stray dogs howl. Sounds of an Arctic blizzard grow in strength.
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