ACT SIX
FADE IN:
EST. MOUNTAINSIDE - DAY
The next day. All the lifts are running, and multitudes of
skiers dot the snowy slopes.
CUT TO:
MONTAGE
A series of short sequences of the kids skiing: Lily and
Josh, side by sid and weaving down the mountain; Mary Cherry
preening and then wiping out; Carmen encouraging Sugar Daddy
on as he makes his way down the bunny slope.
CUT TO:
EXT. A PATHWAY - DAY
Krupps and Sam, carrying their skis, are walking amongst the
cabins.
KRUPPS
You seem...pensive.
SAM
I think I'm irritated with you. I
haven't decided yet.
KRUPPS
Moi? Whatever for?
SAM
Well, for one thing, I happen to
know that you fibbed to me about
the cabins.
KRUPPS
Me? Fib? Never. What about the
cabins?
SAM
You told me that my cabin wasn't
bigger than everyone else's.
KRUPPS
And it's not! Scout's honor.
SAM
You forgot to mention that the
teachers are SHARING cabins! So
technically my cabin is a little
smaller, sure, but I have it all
to myself! The teachers only have
half a cabin, which works out to
be a lot smaller than my whole
cabin.
KRUPPS
Well, technically, that's not what
you asked.
SAM
The other kids are doubled up in
hotel rooms; the teachers are
doubled up in cabins—I'm still the
only person not sharing sleeping
space.
KRUPPS
Except for me.
SAM
Except for you.
Spontaneously, they both stop to look at each other, and for a
moment—less than a moment—the next, obvious, charged question
hovers between them. For less than a moment.
KRUPPS
We're here.
Sam turns to see that they have, indeed, reached her stoop.
SAM
Number nineteen. My stop.
KRUPPS
How about a soak? Then a late
lunch.
SAM
Sounds good. Meet you there?
KRUPPS
I'll be looking for you.
Krupps tracks off down the pathway, while Sam climbs up the
step, setting her skis down to open the door. As she is
maneuvering her skis through, a figures steps from the shadows
of the trees.
NATALIE
(calling)
Sam.
Sam turns around, taking in the sight; but instead of
acknowledging Natalie, she returns to the task of getting her
skis inside. Natalie takes the opportunity to approach the
front door. Their conversational tone is frosty, but fairly
civil.
NATALIE (CONT'D)
Taking your skis in?
SAM
(dark)
I don't trust them out here. Lots
of people'd like to see me take a
header off a five-hundred-foot
cliff.
NATALIE
I didn't say it was a bad idea.
Sam takes a long, appraising look at Natalie, and finally
steps aside, silently inviting her through the open door.
Natalie enters.
CUT TO:
INT. SAM'S CABIN - CONTINUOUS
Sam and Natalie confront each other at five paces, arms
crossed.
NATALIE
I'm sorry.
SAM
(guard dropping a bit)
What about?
NATALIE
Harrison.
At that, Sam relaxes, dropping her arms and laughing.
SAM
I'M sorry about that. It was an
instinctive reaction. Harrison and
I are History, comma, Ancient. I
don't care what he does.
(considers)
In fact, if you can take him away
from Brooke, more power to you.
Sam waits for Natalie to hotly deny that that's her intention;
instead, she just shrugs.
NATALIE
But you're still mad at me. For
before.
Sam throws up her hands, mad again.
SAM
What do you expect? You and
Carmen barge into MY apartment,
spouting all this intervention
crap, like I'm some drugged-out
freak—
Natalie covers the distance between them in three determined
steps, grabbing Sam by the shoulders and shaking her.
NATALIE
(intently focused)
I...have SEEN you! The others,
they don't know, not really. But
I know what it LOOKS like!
Suddenly on the defensive, Sam tears herself out of Natalie's
grasp, twisting away.
SAM
(weakly)
Leave me alone.
Natalie stands close behind her, unrelenting.
NATALIE
No! Because I KNOW! They THINK,
but I KNOW! And I will NOT let you
lie to me when I KNOW!
She spins Sam around again, keeping a tight grip on her arms;
there is such intensity in her voice that it threatens to
crack. She brings them practically nose to nose.
NATALIE (CONT'D)
Right HERE, right NOW, Sam! No
Carmen. No Lily. No Brooke. Just
YOU and ME. Now by GOD you are
going to tell me the truth! You're
popping pills, aren't you? AREN'T
YOU?
Under Natalie's ferocious barrage, Sam's face collapses into
a mask of despair, her mouth working soundlessly. Finally she
rips her gaze away, hair falling across her twisted features.
SAM
(a whimper)
...yes...
Natalie releases Sam; she stumbles back into a plush recliner,
where she curls up, shaking. For the moment, Natalie just
stands there, arms folded, eyes focused on the floor
somewhere.
NATALIE
(not looking up)
You're right, you know...there are
people out to destroy you.
Sam uncurls a bit, her voice shaky but just coherent.
SAM
No...Calvin...Principal Krupps
said...if I thought...any teacher
was—
NATALIE
I'm not talking about teachers.
Sam shifts slightly, and her posture somehow goes from
anguished to sulking.
SAM
Brooke. She told Mr. Osbourne
about me.
NATALIE
You know?
(chuckles)
Of course you know. Supergirl,
three steps ahead of everyone. He
wants to tell Mr. Krupps, you know.
Sam has rearranged herself again, huddling with her arms
wrapped around her knees.
SAM
I know.
NATALIE
(laughs)
No doubt you have some nefarious
scheme to neutralize him.
SAM
(neutrally)
Maybe.
Natalie doesn't seem to have anything to follow that; the
silence stretches.
SAM (CONT'D)
What do you want, Nat?
For the first time, Natalie looks up.
NATALIE
What do I want?
(thinks)
I wanted the truth. After that...
(turns away)
I don't know.
SAM
You're going to run back to Brooke
and the gang and tell them I've
supplied the confirmation they've
been looking for. The admission of
guilt.
NATALIE
(sharp)
No.
SAM
(piqued)
No? Is there a problem? With
Brooke?
NATALIE
(reluctantly)
She's not as...forgiving...as you
are.
Sam stretches, laughing.
SAM
Brooke's got her panties in a bunch
over Harrison.
(dryly)
What a surprise.
NATALIE
She refuses to understand, I
wouldn't have let anything happen
between me and Harrison.
SAM
She'll never understand. So I
guess you have a dilemma now.
NATALIE
What?
Sam shifts to the edge of the chair, elbows on knees.
SAM
You have to decide whose side
your're on.
NATALIE
I'm here, aren't I?
SAM
(standing up)
You sure? Being on my side could
get dangerous.
NATALIE
(bitterly)
So could being anywhere else.
Hell, I don't even know if you want
me around.
SAM
I'd better. I've given you my
biggest secret. But that's okay...
because now I know yours, too.
NATALIE
(startled)
What are you talking about?
SAM
I figured it out, just now. Just
a few minutes ago. I'm glad you
came here and talked to me like
that, because I figured it out.
Why you were so quick to peg me...
why you knew. You KNOW what it
looks like, all right—from looking
in the mirror. You KNOW because
you've done it yourself.
NATALIE
I—
Instead of finishing the denial, Natalie makes her way shakily
to a sofa and sits down hard. Finally she looks up at Sam,
pleading in her eyes.
NATALIE (CONT'D)
Please don't tell anyone.
SAM
(snorts)
Who'd believe me?
NATALIE
(stonily)
I have a record. They wouldn't
have to believe you.
SAM
Juvie records are sealed. Take a
lot of clout to pry in there.
NATALIE
Maybe that's why I'm here. Don't
want someone with lots of clout
prying.
SAM
(laughs)
Thanks, but I'm not THAT good.
NATALIE
Then you're better than you think.
SAM
Maybe you're here to spite someone.
That opens the floodgates.
NATALIE
I tried with Brooke, I really did—
I know it was wrong, with Harrison,
but I didn't want to, I've been
fighting it, and it was just one
moment, and we didn't even DO
anything! And all Brooke does is
scream and say the most horrible
things...
Trailing off, Natalie buries her face into the sofa's
overstuffed armrest. Sam comes over and carefully sits next
to her.
SAM
Everyone tries with Brooke. Nobody
realizes at first that she's off in
her own little world. "The World
Revolves Around Brooke McQueen," by
Brooke McQueen.
A moment of silence.
NATALIE
Didn't I hear you say you were
meeting Principal Krupps somewhere?
SAM
(starts)
Oh! Yes!
(leaps up)
I have a spa date.
NATALIE
You look wiped.
Sam takes a look at herself in the room's full-length mirror
and grimaces.
SAM
Ugh. I got a quick fix for this.
She goes to one of the endtables, opens a drawer and takes out
a plastic baggie with pills inside. She fishes out a couple.
SAM (CONT'D)
You look like you could use a pick-
me-up yourself. You want one of
these...whatever they are?
(studying the bag)
They're blue.
NATALIE
(shocked)
NO! I'm clean! I'm never going
back to that place!
SAM
(holding up her hands)
Suit yourself.
She puts the baggie back in the drawer, and swallows the
pills.
NATALIE
(rising)
What do you mean, "whatever they
are"? Don't you know?
SAM
(shrugs)
Jaycee gives them to me.
NATALIE
You're popping pills and you don't
even know what they ARE? God,
Sam!
SAM
(offended)
Jaycee would never give me anything
dangerous!
NATALIE
All drugs are dangerous.
SAM
You know what I mean.
NATALIE
(subsiding)
Okay.
SAM
(a bit put off)
That's it? "Okay"? No speeches?
No pamphlets?
NATALIE
Something else I know: no one can
force you to quit. If you don't
want to get clean, it's not going
to happen.
SAM
(adamantly)
I don't have a problem.
NATALIE
Okay, then.
SAM
So...how do I look?
Sure enough, the "whatever it is" has given Sam a fresh burst
of energy, making her perkier than before. Saggy makeup
aside.
NATALIE
(dryly)
Fix your face.
Sam goes over to a small table with a mirror and spends a few
moments retouching the sparse makeup she wears. Then she
grabs a small clear vinyl bag containing her bathing suit.
SAM
Wanna come with? Calvin won't
mind. Promise.
NATALIE
No, I'm going back to my hotel
room. Hopefully my roommate will
be out, so I can...brood.
SAM
If you want to be alone, stay here.
I won't be back for a while.
NATALIE
(skeptical)
You're trusting me alone in your
cabin. With your skis.
SAM
There's nothing worth stealing. I
don't think you want to see me go
off a cliff. Unless you're having
thoughts of flushing my stash—
Natalie shakes her head vehemently.
SAM (CONT'D)
—then it's fine. You know, I never
wanted to stop being your friend,
Nat. I always liked you. Thought
you were the mirror image of
Nicole.
NATALIE
(eyebrows rising)
Really.
SAM
Why are you surprised?
NATALIE
You never mentioned my hair.
SAM
Oh...this?
Sam comes over and runs a finger along one of Natalie's
highlights.
SAM (CONT'D)
I know what this is. It's a
statement to Brooke. It says,
"Be careful—I'm more than a mousy
little thing. But you won't know
how much more until it's too late."
(silkily)
And you'll make her pay, won't you,
Nat?
NATALIE
Why do you say that?
SAM
Because you always say what you
mean. And because, when you were
talking before about letting things
happen between you and Harrison,
you said "wouldn't have".
She steps past Natalie, in the direction of the door.
SAM (CONT'D)
(in Natalie's ear)
Past tense.
Sam continues to the door and opens it.
SAM (CONT'D)
I'm glad we're on the same side.
She steps out, closing the door behind her. Natalie stares
after, an inscrutible expression on her face.
CUT TO:
EXT. THE PATHWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Sam is walking towards the main complex when her cell phone
rings. She unclips it and flips it open.
SAM
(into the phone)
Hello?
CUT TO:
EXT. OUTDOORS
A close-up of Miss Glass, in a parka, framed by fir trees and
holding her own cell phone.
GLASS
Jeez, McPherson, I've been trying
to get you alone all morning!
INTERCUT BETWEEN SAM AND MISS GLASS
Sam is so startled she stops walking.
SAM
Miss Glass? B-but—
GLASS
What? I told you I was faking
sick. It was the perfect way to
get Osbourne up here with you.
SAM
But now you're NOT here!
GLASS
Of course I'm here! How hard do
you think it is to drive up that
stinkin' mountain?
SAM
(looking around)
Wait—are you WATCHING me?
GLASS
Of course I'm watching you! How am
I supposed to get pictures if I'm
not close enough to see you? So
what's going on, huh, McPherson?
You're supposed to be working on
Osbourne, but all I see is you
getting chummy with Principal
Krupps.
(considering)
Not that kissing up to the Big
Kahuna is a bad idea.
SAM
It's not—nevermind. Now that I
know you're here, I'll work on Mr.
Osbourne. Tonight. You just be
ready.
GLASS
Don't worry, McPherson. I'll be
around.
The line goes dead. Sam puts the phone away and continues on
towards the spa.
CUT TO:
INT. THE SPA - LATER
The main area of the spa building is laid out in a set of hot
tubs, of varying sizes and elevations, separated by potted
ferns and connected by wooden walkways. A regulation pool
with diving board lurks nearby.
Sam draws a considerable amount of attention when she emerges
from the women's locker room, with reason: she is wearing a
tiny, high-cup solid black bikini. As she walks among the hot
tubs, turning heads, Krupps spots her from across the room.
KRUPPS
(waving her over)
Sam!
A grin lighting her face, Sam waves back and makes a beeline
for his hot tub, which turns out to be just big enough for two
or three people. She stops across from him, unconciously
posing.
KRUPPS
That looks new, somehow.
SAM
It is. I forgot about the spa, so I
went over to the boutique and picked
up a couple of things.
KRUPPS
You look—
He breaks off. After patiently waiting a couple of seconds...
SAM
Hmm?
KRUPPS
I can't think of a word I can say
that's appropriate.
A smile plays across Sam's lips.
SAM
I guess that's a compliment.
KRUPPS
(grinning)
Oh, yes... I don't think I would
be stepping out of line by
confirming that.
(holding out a hand)
You might want to think about
coming in. Some of your male
classmates are in serious danger
of eye damage.
Blushing, Sam takes Krupps' outstretched hand and steps down
into the hot tub, winding up opposite him.
KRUPPS
Don't blush, Sam. You're a truly
beautiful young woman; you should
never be embarrassed by the
attention you receive.
Sam offers an encouraging smile.
KRUPPS (CONT'D)
I wouldn't have pictured you in
black, though.
SAM
I tried the white one, but it
seemed too...
KRUPPS
Translucent?
SAM
Yeah. Exactly. Too much stuff
showing through.
Krupps nods approvingly.
KRUPPS
A woman like you should be
alluring, not lewd.
(off Sam's expression)
What? Did I say something wrong?
SAM
Actually, I kinda...bought the
white one. I just don't plan on
wearing it in front of so many
people.
KRUPPS
I wasn't passing judgment, Sam. In
the right circumstances, there's
nothing wrong with advertising.
SAM
A friend of mine once told me the
same thing.
KRUPPS
I'm glad you didn't wear the white.
I might've said something...
inappropriate.
SAM
Well, we wouldn't want that, would
we?
She scoots around the circular edge of the hot tub until she
is seated next to him.
CUT TO:
INT. ANOTHER PART OF THE SPA - CONTINUOUS
Brooke and Lily have discovered the ultimate high ground: a
narrow walkway that runs along two whole sides of the giant
room. Standing and leaning against the walkway's railing,
they are twenty feet above everything else, giving them a
bird's-eye view of everyone—including Krupps and Sam, where
their attention is focused.
LILY
Okay, I know I was defending Sam,
but—look at them! They're
practically making out! In front
of everyone!
BROOKE
(flatly)
There's nothing going on between
them.
LILY
(curious)
How can you be so sure?
BROOKE
I asked Mr. Osbourne. He doesn't
think they're doing it, either.
LILY
And you believe him?
BROOKE
No.
Lily does a doubletake.
LILY
Uhh, Brooke, you're losing me with
the logic.
BROOKE
When I asked Mr. Osbourne, he said
the fact that they were so
comfortable with each other meant
that sex hadn't occurred to them.
Or something like that.
LILY
So what do YOU think?
BROOKE
I think he's wrong.
Brooke turns a brooding pair of eyes back down to where Krupps
and Sam are.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
I think they're doing it
DELIBERATELY.
CUT TO:
INT. THE SPA - KRUPPS AND SAM'S HOT TUB - CONTINUOUS
Sam is leaning back, using Krupps' outstretched arm as a
pillow.
KRUPPS
Sam?
SAM
(distant)
Hmm?
KRUPPS
Where are you?
SAM
Oh...sorry. I had a...stressful
conversation earlier.
KRUPPS
Anything I can help with?
SAM
No, I took care of it.
He runs a finger along her neckline experimentally.
KRUPPS
You ARE tense. What you need is a
good rub, get those knots out.
Sam obligingly leans forward, and Krupps begins to knead her
neck.
SAM
Calvin?
KRUPPS
Yes, Sam?
SAM
Is this appropriate?
KRUPPS
(lightly)
For a hot tub? I think so...
She scoots away from him, moving to the center of the hot tub
and turning to face him.
SAM
I'm serious. How far are we going
to push this?
Krupps considers that for a few moments.
KRUPPS
Sam, I'm going to ask you
something, and I want a completely
honest answer. Okay?
SAM
(solemn)
Always.
KRUPPS
Are you—in any way—even remotely
attracted to me?
Sam seems a bit thrown by that: she open her mouth for an
immediate response, then reconsiders and snaps it shut again.
She ponders for a bit.
SAM
Honestly...? No.
(holding up a hand)
I mean, don't get me wrong—you're
a wonderful guy, smart, funny,
great-looking—I can appreciate eye
candy as much as the next girl.
But...
KRUPPS
There's no spark?
SAM
There IS! But not like that. When
I'm around you, I feel...I don't
know how to explain it. But I know
it doesn't have anything to do with
sex.
KRUPPS
(nodding sagely)
And you are a desperately gorgeous,
nubile young woman, who could have
any boy in school at a snap of her
fingers. Frankly, I wouldn't let
you near half my friends. And I
admit, I have feelings for you,
but...
SAM
Just not that kind?
KRUPPS
No. So you see—there's no
attraction of that sort between us
at all. Thus no danger.
SAM
(coy)
But it's fun to play?
KRUPPS
(grinning)
Exactly.
With that, Sam returns to her place beneath his fingers, and
he resumes massaging her neck and shoulders. She relaxes,
closes her eyes, and melts into him.
SAM
Calvin, I hope you don't mind, but
I'd like to spend some time with
Mr. Osbourne tonight.
Krupps suddenly stops the massage.
KRUPPS
My God, Sam, I've been completely
monopolizing your time! Why didn't
you say something before?
SAM
Oh, don't stop.
She reaches up and coaxes his fingers back into action.
SAM (CONT'D)
I have fun with you Calvin. I just
think I need to do some fence-
mending.
KRUPPS
Is he giving you problems?
SAM
Not because of us, I don't think.
It started a couple of months ago.
I just need to talk to him, find
out what I'm doing wrong.
KRUPPS
You're sure you can handle it?
SAM
(lazily)
Don't worry...Mr. Osbourne is no
match for me.
CUT TO:
INT. THE SKI LODGE BAR - EVENING
In this, the one area of the resort guaranteed free from high
school seniors, Krupps is sitting on a stool at the bar
having a beer. Mr. Osbourne slides onto the neighboring
stool.
OSBOURNE
Do you mind if I join you for a
bit?
KRUPPS
Of course not, Erick. Please.
OSBOURNE
(to the bartender)
Schnapps.
KRUPPS
If you're here to follow up on Ms.
Ross' concerns, I'll have to
disappoint you.
OSBOURNE
I haven't spoken to Ms. Ross, but
I'm aware that she wanted to speak
with you.
KRUPPS
About Sam.
OSBOURNE
Sir, with all due respect, there
are appearances to be maintained—
The bartender sets a glass down in front of Osbourne.
KRUPPS
Like I told Ms. Ross: Sam and I
haven't done anything
inappropriate, and I don't give a
damn about appearances.
(pause)
Sam told me she wanted to see you
tonight.
OSBOURNE
(checking his watch)
Yes, I'm meeting with her shortly.
KRUPPS
I was surprised to hear that she
was having problems in your class.
(pause)
I've told Sam to report any
incidents of punitive action—but
I'm sure your grading is based
solely on her classroom
performance.
OSBOURNE
We've had some...philosophical
differences. Nothing intractable,
I'm sure.
KRUPPS
I have the highest regard for you
as an instructor, Erick. I'm
extremely reluctant to stick my
nose into your classroom.
Osbourne takes that for the veiled threat that it is.
OSBOURNE
I'm sure Miss McPherson and I can
come to an understanding.
CUT TO:
INT. SAM'S CABIN - LATER
Sam is pacing, cell phone in hand. Various pill-laden
baggies are scattered on a small table.
SAM
(into the phone)
...I don't care about that! I'm
just asking... What happens if you
take the blue ones and the little
red ones together?
JAYCEE (V.O.)
(over the phone)
And I'm telling you: You don't
want to do that. It's mucho
dangerous, man. I'm not kidding,
Sam—you could wind up in the
ground.
SAM
(sighs)
Okay, okay...forget that, then.
JAYCEE (V.O.)
This would be easier if you told me
what kind of high you were looking
for.
Sam is rearranging the baggies, seemingly at random.
SAM
I'm not sure... What if I take
two blues and one yellow?
JAYCEE (V.O.)
You'd upchuck your dinner...
probably nothing else.
SAM
Huh... Okay, how about two blues,
then one of those square green
ones?
JAYCEE (V.O.)
I wouldn't do that, Sam.
SAM
Will it kill me?
JAYCEE (V.O.)
No, but...Sam, you'd be seriously
out of control. And it'd be
obvious to anyone that you're
flying.
SAM
(nodding)
That kind of sounds right. Okay.
Thanks, Jaycee.
She disconnects the call and immediately dials another number.
Two rings, and the line is picked up.
SAM (CONT'D)
(into the phone)
Are you ready?
GLASS (V.O.)
(over the phone)
Ready and waiting for you.
There is a knock at the door, making Sam turn and look.
SAM
Good—here we go.
Sam snaps the phone shut and puts it away. Hurriedly grabbing
the baggies, she pulls out three (not two) of the large blue
pills, and one square green pill, and then sweeps the baggies
into a drawer. Without looking, she downs the pills.
SAM (CONT'D)
Coming!
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. A PATHWAY - LATER
Mr. Osbourne and Sam are walking—Sam none too steadily—along
a snowy path. Nobody else is in sight.
SAM
Mr. Osbourne, I'm sooo glad you let
me talk to you, because...
because...because of a very good
reason. I think. Right?
OSBOURNE
(concerned)
Miss McPherson, you seem to be...
unwell.
SAM
Who, me? I'm well. I'm very well.
I'm fine, wonderful...what's the
word I'm looking for?
Suddenly she stumbles sideways, clutching at Osbourne's coat
as he instinctively reaches to grab her.
SAM (CONT'D)
Whoops!
Osbourne sets her upright, but keeps a hold on her, just in
case.
OSBOURNE
Perhaps we should sit down.
Sam nods, her eyes wide and just a little crazy. Osbourne
guides her to a nearby picnic table and makes sure she is
firmly seated on the bench before sitting beside her.
SAM
I'm sorry...I...
OSBOURNE
Miss McPherson, I think you're
seriously ill.
SAM
No, no...I just...feel...very
strange.
OSBOURNE
An adverse reaction, perhaps?
A bad mixture of drugs?
SAM
(swaying)
No fair...you're...you're trying
to...get me to say...
She tries to get up, but manages the task badly, instead
landing squarely in Osbourne's lap. For a moment her arms
are wrapped around his neck; then he deftly lifts her to her
feet.
OSBOURNE
I think I should get you to the
infirmary.
SAM
No...no doctor...please...just...I
think I...should lie down...
Osbourne considers this for a very long moment.
OSBOURNE
(sighing)
Very well. But this is against my
better judgment.
SAM
(fading)
Thank...you...
Supporting most of her weight, Osbourne guides Sam down the
pathway.
CUT TO:
INT. SAM'S CABIN - LATER
The front door opens, and Osbourne shoulders a nearly-
unconscious Sam inside. After inelegantly kicking the door
shut behind him, he looks around. One glance up at the loft
space convinces him not to try to put Sam to bed. Instead,
he half-carries her back to the sofa, coaxing her down and
lifting her legs up.
SAM
(eyes fluttering)
Mr...Osbourne...?
Osbourne shushes her, feeling her forehead and cheeks for
signs of fever.
OSBOURNE
You need to rest, Miss McPherson.
He reaches for an afghan and spreads it over her.
SAM
I...I just...
She manages to reach up and lay a hand on his face.
SAM (CONT'D)
You...you're a very good...teacher.
OSBOURNE
Shhh. Sleep now.
SAM
I...I'm...sorry...
Her hand falls away as she fades into unconsciousness.
Osbourne feels his way to a nearby chair, settles down, and
watches her in the dim light.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT SIX