*The Enchanted*

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Excerpt from the above supernatural title. A conversation between Gunter (witch hunter) and Claudia (rebellious teen)

 

INT. CLAUDIA’S HOUSE (KITCHEN) — EVENING

CLAUDIA finishes preparing dinner on the stove for her father.

The sunset shines in through the kitchen windows.

CLAUDIA sets down the spoon and walks over to the far window.

CLAUDIA closes the wooden shudders and notices a neighbor doing the same.

CLAUDIA sets the pot on the stove and wipes off her hands with the dish rag.

INT. CLAUDIA’S HOUSE (CLAUDIA’S LOFT) — MOMENTS LATER

CLAUDIA WALKS ACROSS HER LOFT IN THE REMAINING SUNLIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW.

C.U.: CLAUDIA’S HAND TURNING THE FAUCET TO DRAW BATH WATER. The sticky faucet knob squeaks as it gives.

CLAUDIA relaxes in the bubbly tub with a cigarette between her fingers.

CLAUDIA opens a small armoire. A towel covers her torso.

C.U.: CLAUDIA PUTS A DRESS DOWN ON THE BED.

CLAUDIA takes a pair of stockings and inspects them for snags.

CLAUDIA sits at her make up table and rolls herself a few cigarettes.

CLAUDIA applies a spritz of perfume in the valley of her breasts.

C.U.: SINGLE DROP RUNNING DOWN HER SKIN IS CAUGHT BY HER FINGERTIP AND MASSAGED INTO HER SKIN.

C.U.: CLAUDIA’S TOP DRAWER OF HER MAKEUP TABLE OPENS. Various brushes and hair pins along with a homemade knife.

C.U.: CLAUDIA GUIDES THE SMALL KNIFE INTO THE TOP OF HER STOCKING ON HER THIGH.

CLAUDIA puts the final hair pin in place.

EXT. BACK ALLY BEHIND BLACKSMITH SHOP — NIGHT

CLAUDIA leaves through the back door, cutting down through the poorly lit street.

INT. GREEN DRAGON TAVERN — NIGHT

CLAUDIA enters the tavern. She looks down the bar and sees an interesting looking older man (GUNTER) sitting alone, but not lonely.

CLAUDIA smiles and approaches him.

CLAUDIA
Mind if I sit?

GUNTER breaks his thought and looks at CLAUDIA (young, beautiful, blonde).

GUNTER
Be my guest.

CLAUDIA takes her seat and is almost immediately greeted with a tall mug of beer by the bartender.

GUNTER watches CLAUDIA run her fingers through her small bag for money. She smells clean, fresh, but her clothes are aged and while they've been cared for, even the finest threads weaken and fade over time.

GUNTER
It's on me.

CLAUDIA smiles at the offer and places a few coins down for the bartender's service.

CLAUDIA
Thank you.

GUNTER
You like it here, I can tell.

CLAUDIA
I do. This is my favorite place. You aren't from here.

GUNTER
No.

CLAUDIA
And what brings you here?

GUNTER
Business.

CLAUDIA
I see. What kind of business?

GUNTER gently rattles his beer in a circle on the bar.

GUNTER
I hunt certain people. Witches to be exact.

CLAUDIA
Witches? How did you get into that?

GUNTER looks at CLAUDIA, sizing her manner up before speaking further. She's entertained, but quite serious. Her eyes are hungry for details.

GUNTER
The family trade. One that commits
you before you’re even ready.

CLAUDIA lights a cigarette.

CLAUDIA
How is that?

GUNTER
My father died when I was fifteen.

CLAUDIA
I'm sorry to hear that. Family business I presume?

GUNTER
Yes. A curse. He fell apart, literally. One day a finger, the next day an ear. One day an entire arm. I took care of him as long as I could.

CLAUDIA bites her lip and massages the cigarette between her fingers. She speaks with a cold tone from mutually understood experience with pain.

CLAUDIA
That must have been hard.

GUNTER
I never saw him much, until he became ill. But I have what he wrote in the family journals. That's how we learn and remember.

CLAUDIA compassionately smiles through the upward sail of smoke.

CLAUDIA
That's nice.

GUNTER
My father was a brilliant man. His
plans he had created were near perfect. Better than my grandfather's or my grandfather's father.

CLAUDIA
The family business. And that’s why you’re here?

GUNTER
It is.

CLAUDIA
So you think there's a witch in this town?

GUNTER
If there is a witch here to be caught, I will catch him.

CLAUDIA smiles at GUNTER’s low, gravely voice, confident sneer, and intense nature.

GUNTER (CONT’D)
So tell me, what a beautiful young
woman is doing out alone at night.

CLAUDIA
I do what I please.

GUNTER
Is that so?

CLAUDIA
When I’m not doing what I have to
do anyway.

GUNTER
You aren’t detoured by what people
do in the shadows? You can’t feel safe all the time.

CLAUDIA pulls a crude knife from her garter and sets it on the table.

GUNTER (CONT’D)
That looks homemade.

CLAUDIA
It is, a scrap of iron I stole from my father's shop. Nothing he'd miss. I used to love snooping around the dark corners of the floors for treasures like this. One day I found this one.

GUNTER
When was that?

CLAUDIA takes a drag from her cigarette.

CLAUDIA
Only a few years ago.

GUNTER
May I?

CLAUDIA
Please.

GUNTER picks up the knife and inspects its design. A few pieces of scrap leather wrapped around the softer end of the Iron. The blade swerves and comes to a splinter-sharp tip that looks like it could break off under the right circumstances.

GUNTER
Good selection of materials. I would wrap the leather again. It may slide up into the blade if you should have to use it.

CLAUDIA takes a large drink of beer and holds up her left hand, revealing a scar across her palm.

GUNTER (CONT’D)
So this has been put to use before?

CLAUDIA
There’s a story for that if you hear it.

GUNTER raises his glass with a smile.

GUNTER
Please.

CLAUDIA
One of my father's customers. He was a strange man; had lots of jobs for my father for a while. One day he followed me while I was walking back from the market with groceries. He stopped me in an ally not far from the shop.

GUNTER studies every detail of CLAUDIA’S demeanor while she tells her story.

GUNTER Did you kill him?

CLAUDIA takes a drag off her cigarette.

CLAUDIA
I think so. I didn’t stick around long after it all went down.

GUNTER
It would no doubt leave a nasty impression. You seem to have recovered from the incident.

CLAUDIA mashes her cigarette into the ashtray then delicately taps the smoldering edges out.

CLAUDIA
It's just life, you know. Shit happens. It's strange though. I feel like I'm drawn to things that should scare me.

GUNTER
Your ability to handle yourself in those situations will do you good in this world. It will take you places you didn't think possible.

CLAUDIA
Like the upper class.

GUNTER
You enjoy the finer things?

CLAUDIA
Only the best. How about you?

GUNTER
No, just a small cottage in the woods, left alone.

CLAUDIA smiles and takes another drink.

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