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The first act of a screenplay for a modern day adaptation of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol"

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The first act of a screenplay for a modern day adaptation of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol"

Keywords: Holiday,Play,Theatrical,Drugs,Daughter,Addiction,Fiction

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la la la la!
'Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la la la la!
Don we now our gay apparel, Fa la la la la la la la!
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol, Fa la la la la la la la!

Carole: I’m tired of hearing this f**ng Christmas music.You’re all
so warped and living in one of those snowflake balls. (She push-
es one of the buttons on the stereo and some raunchy rap music
comes on. Carole raises the volume to an uncomfortable level.
Barbara: (Yelling over the music) Turn that down and put the
Christmas music back on. Your father likes to listen to it.
Carole ignores her mother, sits down in a chair, closes her eyes
and sways to the music. Her father comes downstairs and ap-
proaches the stereo.
Steve: (In a fairly agitated and stern voice) If I ever hear you curse
like that in this house, I’ll wash your mouth out with soap. If you
want to change the station, we can discuss it civilly. (He lowers
the volume and puts the Christmas music back on.)
Carole: (Getting ready to standup. She is now very calm as she
addresses her Dad.) Nice try Dad, that may have worked when
I was 12, but it doesn’t scare me anymore. As a matter of fact,
if you think you can lay one finger on me, I’ll call 911 and tell
the cops such a story, that you’ll end up in jail for 10 years. Try
me, Dad, I’m sick and tired of your threats and just for kicks, I’ll
tell them that you have been abusing Jackie also. (in a stern and
menacing voice.) So back off, Jack, and stay out of my way.

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Barbara and Steve and Carole Landman are having a pretty tough
time these days. Carole, a junior in High School, seems to have gone
Punk and Dark and got involved with some older young adults who
have introduced her to seamy world of hard drugs and booze.
The lingering thought of “Where did I go wrong?” becomes every par-
ent’s nightmare when their children exhibit these dangerous types
of behavior. “Uncontrollable” is a adjective that is freely mentioned
when you hear parents almost give up on efforts to bring back their
children who are literally on the brink of self destruction.
This kind of story doesn’t end pretty in many unfortunate situations.
Usually a “significant event” must occur to alter this destructive path.
Carole may be one of the lucky ones. Whether real or imagined, an
encounter with her deceased Grandmother guides Carole, an ad-
dicted 16 year old, through her past and what in good probability
will be her future.
Loosely based on Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol,” we take a
short excursion into the devastating world of teenage drug abuse
and its lifelong consequences. A fantasy story, perhaps, but it is real
enough to the millions of parents of teenagers who undergo this
radical transformation.

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ACT I

The scene opens at the home of Barbara and Steven Landman. Carole is the older daughter,
just turned 16 and Samantha is the younger daughter who is 13.The house is in a moderately
upscale neighborhood and is neat, clean and well decorated.
The living room looks like it it’s out of a Norman Rockwell Christmas painting. A beauti-
ful Christmas tree is standing sentinel in the corner of the room, decked out in the finest
Christmas tradition with ornaments, tinsel and a dazzling array of lights spiraling towards
the apex. The top is adorned with a beautiful handmade star and an array of wrapped gifts
surrounded the base. The mantel has four large stockings decorating the fireplace and a
smattering of other Christmas decorations announcing the onset of the holiday season.
Steve is a 47-year-old advertising salesman, quite good looking with a somewhat laidback
attitude when it comes to asserting himself in household affairs.
Barbara is a 45-year-old banker who stopped working outside the home when Carole was
born and chose to be a stay-at-home mom for both of her kids.
Samantha is the youngest daughter. A perky 7th grader with long flowing blond hair that
has many of the characteristics of her older sister.
Carole is the rebellious one. A good looking junior in high school at age 16, Carole is showing
a nasty streak and has become a complete challenge to authority. She previously excelled
at school and in sports and would have been probably been voted Most Likely To Succeed.
For the past year, her grades have plummeted and she has been missing school regularly.
It’s Friday night and Carole has been grounded for violating curfew. We begin the first scene
in the living room following dinner. There has obviously been a pretty big argument and we
feel the tension in the room as Carole gets up from the table and slams the chair forward.
She starts walking over to the stereo which is playing background Christmas music.
Carole: I’m tired of hearing this f**ng Christmas music. You’re all so warped and living in
one of those snowflake balls. (She pushes one of the buttons and some raunchy rap music
comes on. Carole raises the volume to an uncomfortable level.
Barbara: (Yelling over the music) Turn that down and put the Christmas music back on.Your
father likes to listen to it.
Carole ignores her mother, sits down in a chair, closes her eyes and sways to the music. Her
father comes down stairs and approaches the stereo.
Steve: (In a fairly agitated and stern voice) If I ever hear you curse like that in this house, I’ll
wash your mouth out with soap. If you want to change the station, we can discuss it civilly.
(He lowers the volume and puts the Christmas music back on.)

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Carole: (Getting ready to standup. She is now very calm as she addresses her Dad.) Nice try
Dad, that may have worked when I was 12, but it doesn’t scare me anymore. As a matter of
fact, if you think you can lay one finger on me, I’ll call 911 and tell the cops such a story, that
you’ll end up in jail for 10 years. Try me, Dad, I’m sick and tired of your threats and just for
kicks, I’ll tell them that you have been abusing Jackie also. (in a stern and menacing voice.)
So back off, Jack, and stay out of my way.

Steve takes a step back, not knowing where to take this. Carole nonchalantly rounds the
banister, humming, goes up the stairs and slams her door shut.

Barbara rushes upstairs to try to defuse the situation and we find her standing outside Car-
ole’s locked bedroom door, obviously very upset, trying to talk to her through the closed
door. Barbara is jiggling the door handle and knocking on the door.

Carole: (in a half yelling and angry voice) Go f*** Yourself, you can bang on the God-Damn
door all you want.

Barbara: (getting more hysterical, and trying to fight back tears) Don’t you ever talk to me
like that! Open this door right now. Now!

Carole: I’ll open the door when I’m God-damn ready. Go away!.

The smell of cigarette smoke is permeating through the closed door and as Barbara begins
to smell the acrid odor, her hysteria taking over and making her lose control. She starts
banging on the door even more frantically.

Barbara: I am not going to play this game any longer. Open this door immediately. Not when
you’re ready. I want it open. Now!

Barbara starts jiggling with the handle and starts pushing the door. She starts crying hysteri-
cally and slides to the floor in a fit of tears. The silence is deafening behind the locked door
and all we can hear is Barbara sobbing.

Steven gets his composure together after being rattled at Carole’s last accusation, realizes
what is happening and quickly and silently climbs the stairs. He has an astonished, disturbed
and kind of crazed look as he walks up to the closed door. He stands outside Carole’s room.
Barbara is still on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Steven: Carole, if this door isn’t unlocked in 10 seconds, I will take this door off the hinges
and you won’t have a door on the room again.

After a few very tense moments following this demand, Barbara stops her crying while
Steve helps her get up. Both are waiting at the door, during what seems like an eternity and
finally, they hear a click on the lock and both of them start breathing again. Steve starts to
reach for the door and Barbara takes his hand and moves him out of the way. She resets her

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hair in a new bun, takes a deep breath, reaches for the handle and opens the door. The door
slowly opens. Barbara pushes Steven back and goes into the room by herself, slowly closes
the door again.
Carole is sitting in front of her vanity with an ashtray full of half smoked cigarettes next to
a full complement of cosmetics. Barbara looks around the room and the place is a mess. It
looks like Carole had been trying on several different outfits and left the rejects lying on the
bed, the chairs and all over the floor. The room is adorned with a gothic motif, dark drapes
closed and black lights adorning several of the pictures. The posters are intriguing -- Mari-
lyn Monroe pictures mixed with images of Marilyn Manson and Jim Morrison. The bed is
unmade and the vanity so disorderly and full, it looks like everything will end up on the floor
with the slightest push.
Carole is sitting in front of the vanity with all of the lights shining on her face. She is quite
petite, 5’ 3” and maybe 110 lbs. She had a punk-style hair cut with one part of her head
shaven and a long tress of hair enveloping her other shoulder. Although her hair is naturally
blond, Carole uses a lighter dye to make her hair contrast even greater with a thin streak of
red. She has several piercings in her ears and the side with no hair has a long dangling hoop
attached to her ear. A small diamond nose ring is readily visible and a series of butterfly and
heart-shaped tattoos adorn her wrists and ankles.
She is wearing a tight yellow dress with a number of cheap bangle bracelets on each arm. A
pale face contrasts with red lipstick and super dark purple eye shadow. It is quite apparent
that this outfit and the way that she is applying makeup spells trouble.
Barbara walks halfway towards Carole and stops when she can see her full face in the vanity.
Barbara: OK... I’m going to try to be as calm and reasonable as possible. I’ll address your
disgusting outburst later. (She takes another short sob, recomposes herself and continues)
Last Saturday, you had a curfew at 11 p.m. and came in after 2:30 a.m. No calls, no text,
nothing. Do you remember that?
Carole keeps on applying makeup in silence.
We had an ugly argument on Sunday morning and you were told in no uncertain terms that
you were grounded for the next several weeks. Do you remember that?
Again, Carole continues and remains in silence.
Barbara:You can sit there all you want, but you’re not going anywhere tonight, period. And
if you do try to leave the house, all hell is going to break loose and you’re going to be one
sorry little lady.
Carole finally turns around and addresses her mom.

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Carole: What are you going to do to me? Chain me the bed, lock me in a closet.You can’t do
shit. You can bitch all you want, If I feel like going out, that’s my f**ng business. I’m going
out.

The voices and tones are getting hotter.

Barbara: You don’t get it, do you. While you’re living in this house, you’ll abide by our rules.
Period. When you’re 18, you can take all of your crap and do and go whenever the hell you
want. You can go live with that asshole you call your boyfriend or live under a park bench
and furthermore, you’re not to smoke in this house again and you can forget any of our help
if you miss school again. If you think that you’re going to stay here and treat me like a piece
of.... sh**, you’ve got another think coming. I’m not going to put up with this any longer.
(Barbara is now getting visibly upset and starting to yell)

You’re an ungrateful spoiled brat. You’ve taken a loving home and turned it into a swamp
of yelling and screaming and disgusting behavior. That was repulsive, what you just said to
your father. Samantha is watching every second of this and if you think I’m going to put her
in jeopardy, you are sadly mistaken. Your grandmother would be turning in her grave if she
saw what you look like now.

(Tears start running down Barbara’s face again and she stops talking, looks away and com-
poses herself again.)

I’m not going to get angry again.You are not to leave this house tonight and I’ll discuss your
insolent and nauseating behavior tomorrow when I won’t say some things that I might re-
gret… and one last time... I don’t ever expect you to smoke in this house again.

Carole has turned back to her vanity mirror and has nervously been adjusting her hair and
clothing. She abruptly swings around in her chair and charges towards the bathroom and
slams the door shut. Barbara is left standing in the room with her hands folded, lips quiver-
ing and tears running down her cheeks. She quickly tries to wipe her emotions away and
opens the door. Steven is standing intently on the other side of the hallway. Barbara closes
the door halfway, puts her head on Steven’s shoulder and starts sobbing again.

The scene shifts again to Carole’s bathroom where she is seen pacing and glancing into the 7
mirror. A text bleep is heard and Carole reaches into her pocket and reads the message. Af-
ter a couple of quick keystrokes, she puts the phone back in her pocket and reaches further
down to pull out a tube. Nervously, she tries to lock the bathroom door as quietly as possi-
ble, draws a line of the white powder from the vial and quickly inhales. After taking another
quick look in the mirror, she flushes any potential evidence down the toilet, composes her-
self, unlocks the door again very quietly and leaves the bathroom. She scans the bedroom
quickly for her mother, grabs her jacket and starts out of the bedroom door. She is surprised
to see her mom and dad waiting in the hallway. No one says a word, as she starts to walk
past them down the hall.

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Steven grabs her by the elbow and knocks her coat down on the floor.
Steven: Where the hell do you think you’re going? (In a very belligerent tone.) Didn’t you
hear your mother clearly a few moments ago?You are not to leave this house!
Carole stops dead in her tracks as Steven and Barbara wait for a reaction and another con-
frontation. Carole rips her arm from her father’s embrace and backs up against the wall. Her
lips tighten up and a burst of crimson hue, rushes to her cheeks. She backs away from the
wall and takes a small step towards the stairs and faces her father and addresses him in a
very controlled fit of anger.
Carole: You ever f**ng touch me again, I will make that call to 911 and tell them that you
have been sexually molesting me and have done so for years. (A dead silence envelops the
hallway and Carole looks past her shocked parents to see Samantha standing in the door-
way of her room, listening to it all. Carole reaches down, picks up her jacket, looks at her dad
again and defiantly walks down the stairs. The only sounds that are heard are her heels on
the wood stairs and floor and a harsh slam of the front door.)
The scene shifts to the front of the house, where her boyfriend is waiting in his car. Karl is
about 23 years old and works part time in a warehouse. He is about 6’1” and stands a head
over Carole. His arms are completely covered in tattoos and one ear has a 1-inch expanding
hole with a small feather dangling. His hair has been dyed in the back and he has at least 3 or
4 piercings on his face. The smoke from his cigarette is swirling all around the inside of the
car. He tries to make room in the passenger seat and throws his sleeping bag, empty cartons
of cigarettes and old McDonald’s boxes into the back.
Carole opens the car door, tosses the rest of his stuff on the front floor, throws herself into
the seat and slams the car door shut. Karl looks at her with some disdain about how she just
threw his stuff on the front floor and slams his car door to send a message.
Karl in a very condescending tone: What the f*** is the matter with you?
Carole: (Not bothering to look up or at Karl) Go f*** yourself!
She reaches down for his pack of Marlboros, grabs a cigarette and after lighting it, takes a
deep drag and looks out the side window, her thoughts are a million miles away. The ride to
the party is short and Karl is getting annoyed that she is ignoring him and spacing out look-
ing through the window.
Karl: Whadja have a fight with your parents…?
No answer.

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Karl: (Getting a little agitated) Did they ground you again and say you can’t see me again,
cuz I’m a freak? (Still no reaction or answer.) Did they bug you for getting that F on that his-
tory test last week?

(Karl has clearly had it with her silence and tries to put his arm around her shoulder as he is
driving. She rejects his advances and moves closer to the side window, texting to answer a
message that she just received.

Karl looks at her after this total rejection and remarks coldly and somewhat threateningly.

Karl: Have it your way, Bitch.

Carole totally ignores this outburst and coolly, continues to text. Karl parks his car in a drive-
way that is already crowded with 5 or 6 cars. Carole, still texting and ignoring Karl, opens
the car door, jumps out and proceeds to the front door. Karl is fuming mad. He reaches into
the glove compartment, takes a joint, lights it and walks toward the back side of the house
in the dark.

The scene shifts to the party where you can tell it’s already in progress. A small half-deco-
rated plastic Christmas tree is sitting on the kitchen counter, the box it came out of thrown
hastily in the corner. Mistletoe is prominently placed in many of the hallways and several
hastily placed Christmas decorations give the room a dubious feel of the holidays. The air
is heavy with a layer of smoke and it looks like everyone is scattered in groups, conversing,
sitting or texting on their cell phones. All the furniture looks beat up or second hand and the
interior has the appearance of a college rental home. About 40 people are there -- all young
adult age ranges. There isn’t a person without multiple tattoos and piercings. There appears
to be a lot more guys than girls present. A beer keg is prominently featured in a metal wash
tub in the center of the room. Plastic cups and filled ashtrays litter the tables and the floor
is a mess of crushed peanuts shells. The light is an unpleasant mix between an uncovered
florescent kitchen bulb and several black lights scattered around the room. The dress is var-
ied from a guy wearing just sweat pants, no shirt to show off his tattoos and nipple rings to
several of the girls dressed to kill in tight jeans, high heels and low-cut shirts. Indiscernible
heavy metal music fills the remaining void in the room.

Carole is seated on a couch in the corner of the room next to two other girls who are busy
texting. One of the guys is trying to talk to one of the girls but she is clearly not interested.
Carole is in her own world, texting away with giddy laughter.

Karl cautiously avoids Carole when he walks in and immediately starts to drink. He keeps eye-
ing her from a far corner while engaged in an argument with several of the party-goers. The
drinking continues. As he begins watching her more intently, he becomes angrier and more
inebriated. We can see a change in Karl as he breaks off from the crowd and moves closer to
the couch where Carole is sitting. It takes a few moments for Carole to realize that he is stand-
ing over her. She looks up at him and then puts her head back down to continue texting.

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Karl downs the rest of his beer, crushes the can on the floor and sits on the couch next to her.
A smug grin comes over his face as he tries to put his arm around her. No words are spoken
as she again, ignores his advances. He moves a bit closer and Carole is visibly annoyed and
tries to stand up. Karl catches her by the elbow and drags her back down to the couch.
Karl: What’s the matter, now bitch? Are you too good for me now? (Very sarcastic and obvi-
ously drunk)
Carole: (very matter of fact and forcefully) I want to be left alone, Karl, just leave me alone.
Karl: I’m not about to leave you alone.You’re my date tonight, remember, or maybe you just
forgot. I’ll just stay here just so you don’t forget.
Carole: You don’t have to remind me of sh**, Karl. You’re not only not my date; you’re not
even my ride anymore. (In a real vindictive tone, obviously inebriated also.)
Karl: Bitch, I’ll tell you when you’re not my date anymore. When I take a slut like you to a
party, you’re mine for the night.
He reaches over and tries to kiss her as he holds her down to the couch. They struggle on
the couch as Carole tries to free herself and stand up. The coffee table is kicked over and the
beer, peanuts and ashtrays are strewn all over the floor. Carole finally gets herself free and
stands up and adjusts her clothes and Karl sits smugly on the couch. The party-goers stop
for a moment and watch what’s going on.
Carole: (Showing off that angry streak.)You animal, keep your f***ing hands off me.You’re
as big a jerk as I thought you were.
Karl: (With a smug grin on his face) You didn’t think that when I was f**ng your brains out
the other night.
Carole: Eat sh**, Karl!
Two of the other guys right the table as Carole walks away from the argument. She stumbles
a little as one of her heels slides on a cup and very ungainly walks towards the bar where the
drinks are being poured. One of the guys hands her a filled cup. She is taken aback by what
appears to be an obnoxious mischievous grin. Carole scowls as she takes the cup.
So-called Bartender: Drink, this.You’ll forget all about him.
Carole: What the hell is it?
So-called Bartender: I call it a ‘Forget-me-Not’ Some gin and a special concoction that I in-
vented.

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Carole takes the drink and sits in a corner by herself, finishing her texting and her Forget-
me-Not.
A few minutes later Carole feels a pang in her stomach and gets up, grabs her stomach with
both hands and nudges one of the guys next to her.
Carole: (in somewhat of a desperate tone) Where is the damn bathroom?
Partygoer 1: (Pointing) Go down the hallway through the first bedroom. It’s on the right.
Carole walks slowly towards the bedroom door and she sits down on the side of the bed as a
sharp pain grips her stomach. She puts one hand on her stomach and one hand on her head
as she passes out cold on the bed. The scene shifts back to the party.You see the bartender
whispers something in Karl’s ear. After that exchange, Karl has a big smile on his face and he
downs another beer. He gets off the couch and approaches a rather seedy looking group of
guys and starts whispering in a huddle.
The group casually heads down the same hallway leading to the room where Carole is and
stops in front of the half-open bedroom door. Some of the guys look around nervously to
see if any attention was called to them. Karl opens the door slightly, looks in and sees Carole
sprawled out on the bed.
Karl turns his head towards his gang and with an evil grin, grabs his croch, nods and leads
the procession into the room and we hear the door lock door behind them.

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Act II

The scene starts as we see Carole lying on the bed, asleep or passed out with her party
clothing all disheveled almost in a state of being partially undressed. Coats and Jackets are
strewn all over the floor and the room is a real mess. A dim bulb from the bathroom is the
only light in the room and you can vaguely hear Christmas music in the background.
The camera pans to Carole as she abruptly opens her eyes with a look of panic on her face.
She quickly sits up in bed and scans the room to get her bearings.
Carole: (In a quiet panic voice) Oh, my God! Where the sh** am I?
Carole scans the room a little more thoroughly and is startled when she looks left; scoots
back in the bed several feet and sits up. As the camera zooms out and to the left we see a
very friendly looking older woman, sitting in a chair by the bedside. She appears to be in
her seventies with a full head of gray hair, dressed in a conservative set of clothing. A pair of
reading glasses are down on her nose and a book is resting closed on her lap. She is facing
Carole and after making a quick frown after Carole’s expletive, regains her composure and
now has a warm, friendly smile as she starts talking.
Grandma: (In a sweet Loving voice) Hello, Munchkin! I have been waiting for you to wake up.
Carole: (Scooting back in the bed again, she rubs her eyes, which are wide open now. In-
credulously) Oh My God...Grandma?? Grandma?? Grandma, is that you?
Grandma: (Again is a sweet loving voice) Of course it’s me. Who else would want to be in this
old lady’s body?
Tears start to roll down Carole’s cheeks as she turns over, collapses on the bed, frightened,
with her head on the pillows. Grandma reaches across the bed and starts stoking the back
of her head. Several moments pass by with Carole whimpering. Then Carole abruptly sits up
and stares at her grandmother.
Carole: (Very timidly and still crying with her voice cracking) Grandma, it can’t be you. You
died when I was little. It’s can’t be you! This has got to be a f***ng dream. Am I dead? Am I
dead? Who are you? What do you want? (Carole is getting more frightened by the moment)
Grandma: ( again with a grimace after hearing Carole’s profanity) It’s me. Feel my hands,
Munchkin. (She reaches out and places both hands on Caroles’.) Do they feel real? Here,
touch my cheeks. (Grandma takes her hands and presses them to her cheeks)
Carole: No one has ever called me Munchkin except for you. It can’t be you! I must be dead!

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Carole apprehensively touches her grandma’s cheeks and her apprehension starts to sub-
side as she continues in a much warmer and loving manner. After a few moments, Carole
breaks down crying again and reaches over and almost strangles her grandmother with a
giant bear hug. Grandma wraps her arms around Carole and they embrace in a long tearful
moment. Carole finally breaks apart and stares into her grandmother’s eyes.
Carole: (Much more composed)Grandma, you died when I was a little girl years ago. I was at
the hospital when you were sick. I was at the funeral and I visited your grave almost every
year. (Carole stops and reflects for a moment) Am I dead also?
Grandma: (Taking both of Carole’s hands into hers again. She has a gleam in her eye and her
tone gets very serious) No Munchkin, you’re not dead. I’m here to make sure you’re going to
have a long and wonderful life.
Carole: (In a childish, inquisitive voice) I don’t understand. Are we in a dream? Is this real?
I don’t remember how I got here. (Carole looks around the room) If I wake up, will you be
gone?
Grandma: Let’s just leave it at, we are both here together…OK, Munchkin?(In a very emo-
tional sentiment) I miss you an awful lot.

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