RAVISHING

Written by

Jaren Tristan Fernandez

NOVEMBER 30, 2024

SPEC SCRIPT
INT. OFFICE - DAY

A human resources manager woman emerges from the door, sets

down her laptop, coffee, and DESK NAME PLATES -- MRS. KATHRYN
ANDERSON. Kathryn, 58, white hair, wrinkled skin, and any
common signs of aging -- it’s beautiful.

The room has barely any decorations other than a single

table, two chairs, a clock behind Kathryn, and a single
window beside the interviewer’s chair. The walls are white,
and the floor is made of wood plank.

As the clock ticks, the woman has just finished scattering

the room with air freshener. The clock RINGS -- indicating
that it is time to interview the company’s future employees.

INT. CORRIDOR - DAY

The corridor is long and a bit wide, almost like a hospital.

A security guard is roaming around the corridor doing his
job.

Formal-dressed crowds are seated on the left side of the

corridor. Certain people dressed up civilized clothes and
included their friends or parents with them to support them.

MAN
How long have you been looking for
a job again?

MAN #2
Three weeks. Good thing I saved up
some cash. Otherwise I could’ve
died from starvation and didn’t pay
the bills. I hope I’ll get the job.

MAN
Happy for you, man. But why did you
lost your job, though?

MAN #2
To make a long story short --
bankruptcy.

WOMAN
You can do this, my sweet boy!
Remember everything I’ve taught
you.

MAN #3
(Calling)
I already know everything, Dad.
Thank God I took Co-op in Freshman.
 2.

WOMAN #2
Oh, hey! Nice to meet you. This is
my first job interview.

WOMAN #3
Wait, really? Welcome you are now
contributing to the society!

WOMAN #2
Yeah, I just graduated.

WOMAN #3
If may I ask? Did you got a degree?

WOMAN #2
Mhm!

A series of chatters and slight of laughter fills the

hallway. More people arrive; they sigh in solace that they
made it on time, assuming that they were late.

Finally, the door opening caught everybody’s attention.

INT. OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

Kathryn confidently sat at her desk, her hands wrapped around

each other, facing the open door and the coffee beside her
laptop.

Anticipatory, ready to engage with the candidates, and

prepared to be reserved.

INT. OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

- A tall -- taller than Kathryn -- woman, 39, short black

hair, is answering Kathryn’s questions confidently. She’s
properly dressed. The beam from the window is resting on the
woman’s figure, making her look radiating and beautiful.

APPLICANT #1
I graduated college with a degree.
A bachelor degree...

Her eyes flicks two times.

APPLICANT #1 (CONT’D)
Oh! Here is my resume! I almost
forgot.

She hands her resume and the job application to Kathryn.

 3.

KATHRYN
I was about to say that earlier,
but I wanted to... finish the
interview first. Thank you, dear.
(Clasped her hands after
Applicant #1 handed
Kathryn her things)
Now, where were we?

APPLICANT #1
Ah, education background.

An astronomic text comes into sight:

HIRED
A nearly dull yet broad voice can be heard:

APPLICANT #1 (V.O.)
Thank you so much! Here’s my number
and email! Have a wonderful day!

KATHRYN (V.O.)
Thank you! We’ll let you know a
week or more than a week. Have a
wonderful day, too.

The door closes:

CLICK!
- A male, 52, facial hair, and couple of white hair -- is
eating JUNK FOOD across Kathryn. Each crunchy sounds from his
mouth are WET, crunchy, and... nauseating.

Kathryn couldn’t believe that she was sitting across from the
junk man. The man's motion doesn't elicit any signs of
disgust or disturb her.

He’s wearing FORMAL ATTIRE. His leg is resting on top of the

other. The chair is grating as he shifts to a comfortable
position. The man is nearly appropriate, but... has an
IMPROBABLY high self-esteem.

APPLICANT CHIPS
Why should you guys hire me? I
mean, you guys are desperate for
people like me. I’ve been hired by
thirty-two HR managers, and they
said that I did my job every.
(MORE)
 4.

APPLICANT CHIPS (CONT’D)

Single. Time. And they gave me a
bonus each.

Kathryn sips her coffee and clasped her hands:

KATHRYN
Thirty-two, is that right? We hire
people who are determined and
negotiate, and who really
understands what they are doing.
Yes, we are... desperate, people
out that door and out of this
window...
(gestures towards the door
and the window)
Are also desperate for new and
better opportunities, Mr. Harvey.
And please...

Kathryn looks at him from top to bottom across him.

Harvey feels riled.

Let’s call Applicant Chips as Harvey now...

Harvey nods slowly, still masticating the chips.

Kathryn picks up his resume and AIMS at the filled

references, his past employees and their contact information.

KATHRYN (CONT’D)
If I call the people you’ve worked
with, what would they say?

Rolling the empty chip bag, the man crunches the chips with
his mouth open again. Not sure how to answer Kathryn’s
question.

UNQUALIFIED
As more and more people are being interviewed, additional
letters began to appear:

APPLICANT DESPERATE (V.O.)

(desperate)
Every job position is okay for me,
please.
 5.

UNQUALIFIED
And it goes on...

HIRED
APPLICANT #2 (V.O.)
Here is my portfolio and my contact
information. Thank you again, Mrs.
Kathryn.

KATHRYN (V.O.)
You’re welcome. We’ll let you know
by next week, so please always
check your email.

On...

HIRED
On...

UNQUALIFIED
On...

HIRED
On...
 6.

UNQUALIFIED
On...

UNQUALIFIED
KATHRYN (V.O.)
(faint voice)
Why should we hire you, Margaret?

Finally, the last candidate, MARGARET JONES, 21, on-the-

shoulder brunette, formal wear -- as usual, and convenient
body language.

MARGARET
I believe my strong typing
abilities, attention to detail, and
ability to maintain focus in a
disciplined environment make me an
excellent fit for this position. As
a data entry specialist in my
previous role, I consistently met
deadlines while ensuring high
accuracy. I am dependable,
adaptable, and eager to join your
team and learn any new skills
necessary for the role.

Impressive.

KATHRYN
If you could be an animal for the
rest of your life, what kind of
creature would you choose?

MARGARET
I’d be an owl, known for sharp
perception and spotting what others
miss. I value attention to detail
and thinking things through
carefully, especially when working
alone.

O... U... T... S... T... A... N... D... I... N... G!

Kathryn face brightens:

 7.

KATHRYN
(enthralled)
Do you have any questions before we
end this interview, Margaret?

Margaret fixes her hair as she releases a long tense air.

MARGARET
(relaxed that it’s finally
ending)
No. My questions have been
answered. Thank you, Mrs. Kathryn.

Margaret reaches into her purse and notices a cookie in the

form of a heart that is inside the plastic container box.

Kathryn's eyes promptly fixed on the heart-shaped cookies.

Margaret walked over to Kathryn and gave her the box of heart
biscuits with joy.

Kathryn acknowledged her.

MARGARET (CONT’D)
(smiling)
It’s for you, Mrs. Kathryn. And my
contact information is in my
resume.

KATHRYN
We’ll update you by next week! And
thank you for this heart cookie!

MARGARET
Have a beautiful day, too,
Margaret!

Kathryn abides at the door as Margaret leaves through it.

INT. CORRIDOR - DAY

Margaret exits confidently, all high and mighty and bold.

Her attire waving around her form as she glides through the
long empty corridor, she’s the last applicant.

The fluorescent lights illuminating the corridor. She waves

at the receptionist as she walks past them. Now, on to the
elevator.
 8.

INT. NEW YORK - APARTMENT - DAY

The enormous glowing, heating orb is descending upon the

horizon. The vehicles and transportations are darting home,
but will they endure the traffic?

Citizens are arguing, talking, and pulling pranks on each

other, a huge colony of ants.

There sitting and eating pizza, Margaret. Her silhouette

causing by the horizon. She stands up and does her routine
before the sky dim:

Cook.

SHING! SHING! SHING!

The apron strapped around her waist. Her hair all gathered
and tangled together.

Clean.

Broom:

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The visible cobwebs are tangled around the strings. Hair
falls are also ensnared throughout the broom.

Night bath.

PLIP! PLIP! PLIP!

The faucet has been initiated, filling the bathtub with
water.

Margaret sets the phone down on the sink and scrolls through
SPOTIFY to set the atmosphere.

The music has the beat of 2000s, but has the modern lyrics.

INT. APARTMENT - BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER

The doors opens revealing a dark bedroom. The light

infiltrating in a V shape, from the floor all the way across
the wall in front of it. Margaret walks up, revealing her
shadows on the floor before she finally walks inside.
 9.

She tosses herself on the tidy bed after closing the door,
the only source of light is the street lamp just below her
window.

INT. APARTMENT - ROUTINE - DAY

The sun climbs out of the horizon, as a way of saying, “I’m

back! Warmer than ever!”

ZZZZZZZZZ!!!! -- A sound of the shower running. There stands,

Margaret, rubbing the soap all over her; ready to start a new
day now that she got the job a week later.

SSSSIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZ!!!! -- The scrambled being cooked. A few

trails of oil scattered everywhere in the pan. The scrambled
egg is slowly transforming into golden yet overcooked egg.

Finally, she opens the door and goes through it.

DUNK! -- Door slammed!

I/E. NEW YORK STREETS/SUBWAY STATION - DAY

Casually walking on the sidewalk down to the subway station,

a place filled with chaos and a foul odor. An old woman is
singing and is malfunctioning.

The man behind the emergency exit door bolts it wide, causing
around eight people to run through the door before the cops
were notified.

Margaret didn’t react to any of it, for New Yorkers -- this

is a normal Monday to them.

Approaching the fare gates, Margaret opens her wallet and

carries out a train card.

After scanning the card, she passes through one of the gates,
and a lady rushes behind her, shoving Margaret, causing her
to crash onto someone.

When Margaret collided with someone, the woman dashed to the

train, running from the cops and... Margaret.

MARGARET
(concerned and
sympathetic)
I am so sorry!

She doesn’t know what to say or what to do.

 10.

ELDERLY MAN
(soft voice)
It’s okay, Miss. People these days
have no empathy and respect.

Margaret helps the man back up to his feet.

ELDERLY MAN (CONT’D)

(gratitude)
Thank you! Best be on my way now!

He lowers his hat, revealing the bald spot on the back of his
head as he walks away.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

A female dressed appropriately is standing near the
receptionist counter, a MENTOR.