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The Death of Harold

A Closet Screenplay
by Domenic Migliore
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FADE IN:


INT. APARTMENT -- LIVING ROOM - DAY

LOLA, a middle-aged woman, sits at a small, foldable table with her head in her hands. FRED walks over and pats her on the back.

 

FRED
Want anything?


Lola raises her head and shakes it. Fred pulls up a seat beside her.


FRED (CONT’D)
It'll be okay. He's in a better place.


Lola puts her head back down. Fred sighs and looks around. Pictures of a muscular man decorate the wall.


FRED (CONT’D)
Maybe if you didn’t keep all of these photos...


Lola looks up at Fred.


LOLA
Just because I let you in here, doesn’t mean I want you to console me.


Fred looks at his watch and gets up. He walks over to the door and puts on his coat.


FRED
Well, maybe I should go then.


He opens the door and HAROLD, the muscular man from the photographs, stands in the doorway. Fred stares at him.


LOLA
(to Fred)
Aren’t you leaving?


FRED
Yeah. It’s just...


LOLA
What?


FRED
Harold. He’s back.


Lola gets up and walks over to the door. She stares at Harold.


LOLA
Can’t you leave me alone?


HAROLD
I...I’m trying. But I just can’t lie still.


FRED
Have some respect. How do you expect her to mourn properly?


HAROLD
You have to help me.


FRED
Go away.


LOLA
Let him in.


FRED
But...


LOLA
Let him in.


Fred steps aside and Harold steps in. Fred takes off his coat and hangs it up.


FRED
What do you want us to do?


HAROLD
Could you do it again?


FRED
Again?


HAROLD
I don’t think it worked the first time.


Lola walks over to the couch and lies down.


FRED
Look at what you’re doing to her.


HAROLD
Please? Real fast?


FRED
Fine.


Fred walks over to a dresser and opens the drawer. He pulls out a revolver and points it at Harold.


HAROLD
No. Not like that.


FRED
Then, how?


HAROLD
Use the knife this time. So you’re sure you won’t miss.


FRED
I’ll have to clean up the mess.


HAROLD
I can help you afterwards.


FRED
Fine.


Fred heads for the kitchen.


LOLA
Wait!


Fred and Harold look at Lola. She stands up.


LOLA (CONT’D)
Let me do it.


FRED
Are you sure?

Lola nods.


FRED (CONT’D)
All right.


Lola pulls a switchblade out of her pocket and flips it open. She walks up to Harold and leans into him. She plants the knife in his stomach, stabbing him twice.

Harold cringes and topples over. Lola and Fred stare at him. He blinks his eyes and get up.


HAROLD
Thanks. I think it worked this time.


He heads for the door and exits. Lola turns to Fred and hugs him, sobbing.

 

FADE OUT.