Harry, Charlotte, Lily, Carrie, and Miranda stare stonily at Samantha's casket.
The child Lily starts crying.
Charlotte snap turns her head and glares at the child.
CHARLOTTE
Shhhhhh. We won't be able
to hear the priest.
Lily reaches up and touches Charlotte's swelled, pregnant belly.
LILY
Can the new baby hear too mommy?
CHARLOTTE
Of course.
Everyone turns their attention to the PRIEST as he strides to the head of the casket.
PRIEST
Sorry I'm late.
We'll just skip the 23rd psalm
and get right to the eulogy.
(beat)
If nobody minds.
Everybody looks at one another shrugging shoulders and tilting heads, and murmuring.
PRIEST
The departed had an amazing
life. We remember her fondly.
But ultimately her neighbor shared
in her final moments as he took her
life in that terrible dungeon, that
bloody pit of horror.
(beat)
Where he violated
her over and over again.
Charlotte GASPS.
CHARLOTTE
Oh my God, I think the baby's coming
Charlotte grabs her belly and drops to her knees.
Carrie grabs a cell phone from her purse.
Harry helps Charlotte up and rushes her towards the hearse.
HARRY
There's no time to
wait for an ambulance.
(beat)
Everybody in the hearse!
Carrie helps Harry put Charlotte in the back of the hearse then jumps in the driver seat and everybody else piles in.
The hearse fishtails tearing up the manicured lawn and hits the street peeling out.
INT. HEARSE - CONTINUOUS
Harry is tending to Charlotte in the back. He steadies himself with one hand as the centrifugal force of a turn pushes him.
HARRY
Breath baby, breath.
Harry grotesquely mimes the act.
A large jolt bumps the hearse. Charlotte SCREAMS and Harry looks to the front windshield.
EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS
The hearse swerves and spins out of control then slams into a telephone pole. It abruptly stops.
The back doors fling open and Charlotte rolls out onto the pavement onto her back.
She MOANS and her belly swells incredibly until it bursts and a tiny cyborg baby rolls out and springs into a ready position.
It's tiny cyborg eyes dart back and forth.
It bounds off the road into a field.
In seconds it disappears into the woods.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Miranda's face is bruised.
She is sitting up with the sheets pulled up around her.
DR. WOODS (48) enters the room. A white goatee contrasts cropped black hair.
He smiles.
DR. WOODS
How are we feeling today?
Miranda pulls the sheets up tighter to her neck.
MIRANDA
I'm the only one left
to help the baby.
Miranda starts crying.
The doctor rolls his eyes, and nods his head.
DR. WOODS
Yes, yes, the little cyborg.
The doctors face turns a grim smirk.
DR. WOODS (CONT)
But you have bigger problems
to face.
The doctor grabs hold of her sheet cover and pulls.
Miranda tugs it back. A small tug of war then.
The doctor rips it from her revealing two wiggling amputee stumps.
