Spookyish

Deleted scene from Carol (2015)

INT. CAROL’S HOUSE. CAROL’S BEDROOM. NIGHT.

CAROL sits before her dressing table brushing out her hair.

A lit cigarette burns down in an ashtray on the dressing table.

 A tumbler of scotch on the rocks rests beside the ashtray.

CAROL puts down the brush, and glances down at her lap. There she holds the gloves she’d left at Frankenberg’s and a note from THERESE. She takes a drag of the cigarette and reads the note again:

Salutations from Frankenberg’s

Department Store. Employee 645-A.

Deleted scene from CAROL (2015)

EXT. HUDSON RIVER PIER. NEW YORK. NIGHT.

DANNIE and THERESE sit together on the pier, looking across

the river to New Jersey.

  DANNIE

I’m glad you called... I never see

you no more! Now that you’ve got

the fancy job with the smooth

hours. You punch out, I punch in.

  THERESE

It doesn’t feel fancy, hauling

gallon jugs of developer all day.

But I kind of love it, you know?

  DANNIE

Sure. (beat) Hey - guess what

happened to me? No? Can’t think of

it?

THERESE smiles, shakes her head.

  DANNIE (CONT’D)

I met a girl. Louise. She’s got

green eyes, she’s a movie

encyclopedia, and the most amazing

thing? She thinks I’m boss.

  THERESE

(she’s pleased for DANNIE)

Go figure.

  DANNIE

(he’s pleased she’s

pleased)

Yeah. (beat) If you want, we can

all hang out some night. Go to a

movie.

  THERESE

That sounds swell. I’d love to meet

her. (pause) Did, uh - Have you

seen Richard?

  DANNIE

I seen him. (beat) Think he wanted

to talk, maybe. But I, uh... I

don’t know. I feel bad for him. But

I don’t wanna get-

He stops, glancing up at THERESE, then looking away.

THERESE’s thoughts seem to harden and a brief darkness falls

over her.

  THERESE

Use what feels right. Throw away

the rest.

  DANNIE

(laughs)

Where’d that come from?

  THERESE

Something Carol once said to me.

  DANNIE

(a beat, then:)

Did she... do that? To you?

THERESE struggles for this...

  THERESE

I can’t - go. Back. To that place.

Where you keep it all locked up...

the sadness, shame... You let

people down. You let yourself -

down. So you cry and you... hide

and think - things, constantly,

crazy things, like...

if you stare at the phone long

enough or - take a train and

just... lurk... it could all...

return. (silence) And then one day

the phone is just a phone. A train

going to Jersey is just a train to

Jersey. You stop - crying and

hiding. And you know you’re able to

use things and throw them away.