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GIRL: And what is she?

BLACK GUY: Hey, little fucker, you bring anyone in here and I’ll fucking pull your fucking guts out.

BOY: Shut the fuck up.

GIRL: If you don’t stop swearing, I’m going to go away... forever.

BOY: Don’t go. I have to get the dirt from the grave.

(BOY goes to the kitchen. GIRL follows.

BLACK GUY tries to pull himself out of the hole. Boards crack. BLACK GUY screams and hangs motionless. Boards crack.

BOY and GIRL return from kitchen.

BOY wears yellow rubber gloves and carries a bundle.)

BOY: Don’t ever touch it with your bare hands. If you do, you die.

GIRL: Then how did you get it? With a shovel?

BOY: What shovel? Mishka scooped it up. I watched.

GIRL: And what happened?

BOY: Well, that’s it. He’s all laid up. Broke a leg on the way back from the cemetery.

GIRL: You didn’t know about touching it?

BOY: Of course not. That how I found out. Now, we pour it in a circle...

GIRL: Should I sweep up? Mom yells at me when I track in dirt...

BOY: No, um, it’s ok when you’ve got gloves on, so I’ll do it. See, you pour a circle.

(BOY pours a circle.

BLACK GUY’s knees bend involuntarily. He screams.)

BLACK GUY (Prays in Arabic and Swahili): Allahumma In-nee-a toobu ilaylca minha la ar-ji-u ilayhaa abada. Mungu atanilinda ubaya wenu hautanifika.

(Boards crack under BLACK GUY’s struggling weight.)

BOY: Get the deck of cards from the nightstand, there, to the right of the chessboard!

GIRL: Where?!

BOY: To the right!

(Boards break. BLACK GUY screams.)

GIRL: Here!

BOY: That’s the card! Put it here!

(Drops of BLACK GUY’s blood fall on the card. BOY pours dirt over them.)

BOY: That’s it! Get into the closet!

(BOY and GIRL hide in the closet. Boards break. BLACK GUY falls to the floor, followed by a pile of rubbish and canned pickles from the storage area.

BOY cracks the closet door.

BOY shouts.)

QUEENOFSPADESCOME QUEENOFSPADESCOME QUEENOFSPADESCOME!!

(BOY closes the closet door.

From the mirror in the corner of the room the QUEEN OF SPADES appears. She passes the closet.

She passes the blanket-draped corpse of the POLICEMAN. It disappears and the blanket falls to the floor.

QUEEN OF SPADES stops in front of BLACK GUY.

BLACK GUY is injured and cannot stand.

QUEEN OF SPADES moves her hand and raises the heroin up from the floor into the air. The powder covers BLACK GUY from view. When the cloud of powder fades, BLACK GUY is gone.

QUEEN OF SPADES crouches on all fours and licks all of the heroin off the floor.

QUEEN OF SPADES leaves through the mirror.

BOY and GIRL emerge from the closet.)

That was so fucking cool!

GIRL: She only kills evil, right?

BOY: She is from Evil. So what’s Evil here, she takes back over to her side.

GIRL: Why did she take the powder?

BOY: It’s from that side too.

GIRL: So, we did the right thing?

BOY: We did what we should’ve I guess.

GIRL: Then – let’s go. I wanna show you what I drew on the back wall of our building.

BOY: Which wall is that?

(BOY and GIRL exit.)

The End