INT. DMV - DAY
A long line of people wait.
The intercom crackles to life.
INTERCOM
Number. Fifty. Six.
GREG and ALISON, a young couple, look at their ticket.
GREG
Hey! We're number fifty six.
ALISON
We sure are...
SELENE, the old mystic greek lady, stops their approach.
SELENE
Should you leave. You will find
what you came for.
ALISON
Umm. Excuse me--
SELENE
But... a terrible thing will
befallen your chariot.
GREG
We just came here for registration--
Selene grabs Greg and Alison's hands.
SELENE
Turn around--
ALISON
We have waited over forty five--
SELENE
Should you wash your hands of this
situation, a life you will impact
and touch... A heart you will save.
GREG
Oh. That sounds nice.
ALISON
No. No. No it doesn't. Greg!
Alison shakes herself loose from Selene.
ALISON (CONT'D)
We need to get registration.
GREG
But... Didn't you hear her warning?
SELENE
A great tragedy--
ALISON
Are. Are you? Are you going to
listen to this old hag. She's crazy
Greg!
SELENE
Walk away--
ALISON
I mean. I mean come on! Come on
Greg! We are at the DMV. This is
what's at the DMV, crazy people.
GREG
I'm sorry Alison. You're right.
They walk away to the front.
SELENE
Be wary... peril will befall...
They approach the counter.
ALISON
Hey. Who is that?
DMV LADY
Oh. That's just Selene. She's the
greek mystic. What did she tell
you?
GREG
She said we were in trouble if we
got registration.
DMV LADY
Do you drive a white Buick
rendezvous?
GREG
Yes.
DMV LADY
Well a homeless man took a piss all
over it.
GREG AND ALISON
What?
DMV LADY
We said it over the intercom. Must
have been when you were talking
with Selene.
Greg runs out. Alison hands in the paper work.
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