BUTTERFLIES NEVER DIE
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EXT. FOREST – DUSK
Long shadows. Rays of light. YOUNG MADELINE, 8, red hair, runs from ray to ray – she’s bloody and terrified. Cool wisps of breath. Limping. She’s chasing a butterfly, makes a leaping catch. Tears as she looks at it struggle to get free.
Distant marching is heard.
She cups the butterfly and is about to run when two soldiers are there. Pure terror. The soldiers grab Young Madeline, she loses the butterfly. She reaches out to it as she is carried away through the forest.
INT. DINER – DAY – 1936
A bloody mess. A gangland shooting that left everyone dead where they stood or sat. Windows gone. Walls riddled with bullet holes. Uneaten food. Flies.
A body slumped in a phone booth, receiver hanging with a dial tone.
A newspaper announcing the Berlin Olympics.
The only signs of life are small, bloody footsteps leading out the door. A child’s maybe. One foot dragging.
A calendar show it is February 29th, 1936.
MADELINE, 16, elegant dresser, red hair, opens the door – a bell above chimes – and she steps in. She surveys the scene, then sets her eyes on GRANDPA, 60s, also well dressed. Shot to hell.
Madeline takes small steps. A slight limp. She stands over Grandpa, melancholy.
INT. DINER KITCHEN – DAY
Madeline peeks in. COOK is dead. PHARMACIST near a pharmacy cabinet is also dead. On a counter is a small birthday cake with HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MADELINE written on it. Madeline, hands trembling, carries the cake to …
INT. DINER – DAY
Grandpa’s table and sets it. A moment, then she opens her purse and removes …
… a butterfly. It flaps its wings and Madeline releases it. Air moves. Lights flicker. Music plays.
The people wake. One by one. A waitress, two dwarves, the man in the phone booth, a few diners – and finally grandpa.
Blood is gone. The window complete.
INT. KITCHEN – DAY
Cook writes HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MADELINE on the cake. He rings a bell.
INT. DINER – DAY
Madeline watches as …
Waitress delivers coffee to the two dwarves, hears the bell. She heads for the kitchen. YOUNG MADELINE bursts in the front door. The door closes behind her. She sees Grandpa, big smile arms outstretched. Young Madeline runs to him just as …
… the window explodes – crystal glitter scatters. Bullets find their mark. Waitress, gone. The dwarves, history. Diners, all wasted. Man in the phone booth slumps dead. Then, Grandpa takes a bullet in the neck, the head, the face.
Young Madeline, still moving forward, is hit in the thigh and stumbles. She reaches out to Grandpa. Grandpa’s head hits the table. Blood spills from his wounds, bloody a birthday card that reads BUTTERFLIES NEVER DIE.
Young Madeline – a silent scream, slowly backs out of the diner. Door closes and chimes the bell.
Madeline looks over the chaos. Macabre. She moves closer to the door, opens her purse to release a rush of butterflies. The scene repeats itself – everyone is alive again. Diners chatter, the waitress makes her rounds.
Young Madeline bursts in, runs for Grandpa. The door closes behind her.
The windows burst into crystal glitter. Grandpa, a huge smile and outstretched hands. Young Madeline beams, runs to Grandpa.
Madeline opens the door. The scene freezes. That happiest second locked for all time.
Butterflies are frozen in flight. All is magical.
She smiles, exits with one last look around.
A gun shot.
EXT. FOREST – DAY
Streams of light. Another gunshot.
Two SOLDIERS walk down a line of blindfolded women in prison smocks, shoot them one by one. Faces of shear terror. Desperate muttering and pleading before the trigger is pulled. At the end is Madeline. Bound and blindfolded. A melancholy smile on her face.
A butterfly flutters by. Then another.
Soldier #1 sets the gun to her head. Sees Madeline is not afraid.
Why do you smile?
I was just remembering my eighth birthday.
It was February 29th, 1936. Grandpa was there. At the diner. Maybe you know it …
Shoot –- her!
Soldier #2 shoves him away. Disgusted, soldier #2 walks along the line of dead women, sees on he likes, unbuttons his uniform as …
Madeline chatters on, Soldier #1 listens.
Everyone was excited about the Olympics, and I decided I wanted to be a runner.
Soldier #1 pulls Madeline’s blindfold down. She chatters on, her face animated. Soldier #1 listens, his gun still at the ready. In the background, Soldier #2 humps a corpse.
… and I ran towards him. He had the most beautiful smile …
Soldier #2 kneels up, shoots Madeline dead. Soldier #1 falls back, horrified. He grabs Madeline, smiling even in death.
What happens next. Tell me!
He spins around, points his gun at Soldier #2 as Soldier #2 buttons up his uniform.
Soldier #2 smiles.
You killed a leap year baby. Never kill …
He attacks Soldier #2. A fight ensues and Soldier #1 gets the upper hand, pins Soldier #2 and puts a gun to his temple.
… Good and evil aren’t as different as you make them out to be. Let her cool a few minutes, then have a go.
You know you want to.
Soldier #1 fires. Soldier #2’s face swells with the gases from the powder. An ugly death.
INT. SOLDIER BARACKS HALL – NIGHT
A hall of heavy doors. Whimpering from one.
INT. ROOM – NIGHT
Soldier #1 holds a small square of paper – its contents unseen. A tear rolls down his cheek.
A bell sounds and he snaps to attention.
INT. SOLDIER BARRACKS HALL – NIGHT
Soldiers file out of rooms and line up. March. Stone faces, no emotion. Killers on the move.
Soldier #2 is there. A tear. A whimper. He suddenly bursts from the line and runs.
INT. DINER – DAY
Still frozen in its happiest second. Soldier #1, still in uniform, enters – the bell rings. He looks around at the magical moment. Soldier #1 stands by Young Madeline a moment. Hands trembling, he takes the paper from his pocket – it’s a photo of Grandpa and Madeline, with BUTTERFLEIS NEVER DIE written on it.
He sets it on Grandpa’s table, then sits alone in another booth. Glances around at the perfect second.
He pulls a gun from his holster, shoots himself in the head. He dies instantly.
EXT. FOREST – DAY
Stunning mystery of light and shadow. YOUNG SOLDIER #1, his uniform too big for him, walks through the trees, sees Young Madeline waiting. They meet. Puppy romance.
They both sit, then lie back and stare up into the treetops. Hands intertwine. Butterflies fill the air. Big smiles.