THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
Pale Horse (Act 3, Scene 2).
FIGHT THE DAWN!
As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.
- PALE HORSE (ACT 3, SCENE 2)
- THE MIXTAPE
Tonight, the mysterious stranger strikes in ACT 3, SCENE 2 of PALE HORSE!
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PALE HORSE (ACT 3, SCENE 2)
A dark tale of young love tragically cut short and supernatural revenge. Continued.
Previously, in Act Three of “Pale Horse”…
I’m all you’ve got left now…
CLARENCE APPROACHES NATALIE FROM BEHIND, UNCOMFORTABLY CLOSE.
(CONT’D.) (Knows the answer he wants to hear.)
You understand that, don’t you?
AN UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.
HONK-HONK! THE CRUISER’S HORN, CURBSIDE.
That’s Jimmy. I gotta go.
(Turns to leave, stops.)
I’ll be home late.
CLARENCE GRABS HIS KEYS, LEAVES, SLAMS DOOR BEHIND HIM.
SCENE 2. THE HUNT.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE UNSUSPECTING AMBIENCE OF A CONVENIENTLY QUIET, ISOLATED STRETCH OF ROAD.
CRUISER DRIVES BY, AWAY.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE UNCOMFORTABLE INTERIOR OF THE POLICE CRUISER.
(Struggling to make conversation.)
How’s Natalie doing?
JIMMY POKED THE BEAR.
Why the sudden interest in my baby sister, Jimmy?
No reason, Clarence. Just…making conversation, is all.
BANG! THE CRUISER’S TIRE BLOWS OUT.
CRUISER LOSES CONTROL, CRASHES.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE UNUSUALLY PEACEFUL ATMOSPHERE OF A QUIET, ISOLATED STRETCH OF ROAD AFTER A CRASH.
CLARENCE EXITS THE WRECKAGE.
Jimmy, you brain-dead idjit! What the Hell was that all about?
A COYOTE HOWLS.
A VOICE BOOMS OUT ACROSS THE ROAD.
STRANGER APPEARS, APPROACHES ON HORSEBACK. SLOW, STEADY.
(Back it up.) (Barking.)
You! This your doing?!
JIMMY CALLS OUT FROM THE CAR.
I’m here, Jimmy! Some horse-riding son-of-a-whore shot out our tire!
I ain’t doin’ so good, Clarence…
Look what you did to Jimmy, you damned savage!
That right? And me? You gonna kill me, Cowboy?
Dead or alive, you’re—
BANG! CLARENCE SHOOTS STRANGER.
STRANGER DROPS DEAD OFF HIS HORSE.
A SILENCE. THEN…
CLARENCE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY.
I’ve got this one handled, Jimmy! You radio for–
BANG! STRANGER SHOOTS CLARENCE IN THE GUT.
CLARENCE DROPS TO HIS KNEES.
THE STRANGER RISES.
CLARENCE WITNESSES THE IMPOSSIBLE.
God in Heaven…
STRANGER APPROACHES. THE JANGLING OF SPURS PUNCTUATING EACH STEP. ONE STEP… TWO… THREE…
No… No, I shot you. I shot you!
I don’t care.
Who do you work for? Huh? Who sent you?
You’re wanted for the murder of Benicio Sierra.
CLARENCE HEARS THE IMPOSSIBLE.
What? That filthy wet–! Did his people send you? You idiot! I’m the police! You can’t–!
BANG! STRANGER SHOOTS CLARENCE, POINT BLANK.
CLARENCE DROPS DEAD.
I can, Deputy Middleton. And I will.
END ACT THREE.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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