An End

2/12/14

Int. House/Bedroom – Evening

CARRIE, a middle-aged, fairly attractive woman lies on top of her bed. She has her hair done up and she is wearing a fancy red dress—her high heeled shoes are still on her feet. Suddenly, there is a knock at her bedroom door.

CARRIE

Yep, I’m in here.

The door squeaks open and in walks JOHN, a man about Carrie’s age and quite handsome. He has just come from work, as he has on slacks and a collared shirt. He timidly sits at the edge of Carrie’s bed.

JOHN

You left that door unlocked.

CARRIE

Well you said you were on your way, so I figured-

JOHN

That’s really not safe, Carrie

Carrie laughs.

CARRIE

It was fine. I unlocked it a few minutes ago. I knew you’d try to open it anyway.

JOHN

I only do that to make sure you locked it.

CARRIE

Well I guess I appreciate that.

John pauses briefly, staring at Carrie.

JOHN

So are you going to tell me why you asked me to come over? Do you need me to fix something? Or is there maybe another box of my stuff somewhere in this house?

CARRIE

John, you know I gave you all of your stuff back before the divorce was finalized.

JOHN

Except that baseball I caught during- Carrie, you know I’m kidding.

CARRIE

I know. I know you are.

JOHN

Then why am I here?

Carrie takes a deep breath.

CARRIE

How many years were we married, John?

JOHN

Fifteen. Was that supposed to be a test?

CARRIE

And how many years have be been divorced?

JOHN

I think it’s been maybe eleven years. Where are you going with this?

CARRIE

We got married so young-

JOHN

We were twenty-four

CARRIE

-But we were so in love. I loved you so much. And I continued to for a long time. You loved me, right, John?

JOHN

Of course. Carrie, we’ve gone over all of this. What is so important about bringing up our past?

CARRIE

Do you still love me?

JOHN

What? What do you mean?

CARRIE

I know you still care. Do you still love me?

JOHN

(pauses)

I guess in a way.

CARRIE

I know. But if I were in trouble, you’d do what you could to help, right?

JOHN

Carrie, what is going on? What trouble?

CARRIE

Just answer me first.

JOHN

Yes, I would help. You’re starting to scare me. What the hell is going on?

CARRIE

(long pause)

I never beat it.

JOHN

Never beat what?

CARRIE

The cancer. It never went away. I still have it.

JOHN

No… no, the doctor said months ago that you were fine.

CARRIE

I forged that email.

JOHN

What? Why?

CARRIE

Because I didn’t want you or the kids to know that I- I’m dying.

JOHN

Dying? No. But- you’re fine, you look fine, the doctor said-

CARRIE

He didn’t, John. He didn’t say I was fine. He told me that I had a few months left. I didn’t want you or the kids to know. I wanted to enjoy the time I had left with my family, no matter how broken it is.

JOHN

Carrie, you’re not making any sense! You are not dying! You are fine, I talked with the damn doctor-

CARRIE

That was my dog walker. I paid him to make that call. I didn’t want you to know.

JOHN

Why?! Why wouldn’t you tell me that?! I can pay for any kind of treatment you need! Just tell me what you need!

CARRIE

This isn’t something you can fix. I’m very near to the end now. The only thing I need you to do at this point is to help me.

JOHN

Please, let me help! Let me take you to the hospital! Let me make this-

CARRIE

John, I need you to help me end my life.

JOHN

What?! No. Carrie. Stop. Don’t even start talking like that.

CARRIE

Please just hear me out. I went to the doctor for the last time today and he said I only have a few days left. Now I don’t want this fucking thing to get me. I’ve never let it get the best of me… I’m not about to start now. If I’m going out then I want to go out my way. I want to slip away peacefully, not slowly and painfully surrounded by unfamiliar doctors and tubes. I’m done with hospitals.

Carrie reaches into the drawer on her nightstand and pulls out a bottle of prescription pills.

JOHN

Carrie, stop! Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare kill yourself! Don’t you take a mother away from those kids! I won’t let you do this to yourself!

CARRIE

So you’d rather have the cancer do it for me?! Please, John! You were the only man I ever truly loved. I’m not quite sure if I ever completely stopped. I’ve left messages on all the kids’ machines already. I don’t want them to remember me like this… you’re right, they’re losing a mother. But you- you’ve always been there for me. My entire life. I need you to be here with me now- at the end of it.

JOHN

Carrie, stop-

CARRIE

Please.

(pause)

Will you just sit here with me? I just need you to sit with me. That’s all I’m asking. Talk to me. Talk about work. Talk about our past. Talk about how your mother is doing. Please-

JOHN

Carrie, you don’t know what you’re asking me to do-

CARRIE

I realize it sounds morbid and terrifying. I realize that. I’m sorry. But I don’t want to do this by myself. I’ve been by myself for too damn long- eleven goddamn years! Is it wrong for me to be selfish now? Is it wrong for me to want you here?

John looks bewildered.

CARRIE

I don’t think it’s wrong.

(pause)

Please, John. Talk. Talk until I’m asleep. Just sit here with me and talk. When I’m asleep, you can call the hospital or the kids or whomever you’d like. But for right now, let’s be husband and wife again? If only for a little while.

Carrie swallows the bottle of pills with some water. John doesn’t try to stop her.