INT. CAR — DAY
Sandra (30s) has been driving for ride-share for the last four months. Her plan was to fly to Florida for a vacation with her partner, Harry, when she picks up Shaaron (30s), a ride-share client, for her last ride.
Flight Departure: August 13, 2020, 2:15 PM
GPS
Turn on Mystic Lake.
SANDRA
We’ll do Shirley.
(Takes a breath)
One last ride.
FLASH FORWARD — AFTER THE RIDE-SHARE INCIDENT
August 13, 2020, 3:15 PM
SANDRA
(talking into her phone)
You won’t believe what happened!
HARRY
I told you to stop talking so much to your passengers.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
August 13, 2020, 10:15 AM
SHAARON
Just give me a second so I can get in.
Shaaron adjusts her leg brace and eases her way into Sandra’s car.
SHAARON
Can you turn up the air or something?
Sandra turns on the AC.
SANDRA
How was the hotel?
SHAARON
I wasn’t staying there.
SANDRA
Oh, okay.
(To herself)
Who is this diva?
SANDRA (CONT’D)
I’m going on a little vacation after I drop you off.
SHAARON
Where to?
SANDRA
Florida. But I’m not taking my kid. It wouldn’t be a vacation then.
SHAARON
Oh, I got five of the little buggers, I don’t take ’em anywhere. I just have ’em, let someone else raise ‘em.
SANDRA
(laughs)
I know, right?
(Sandra thinks to herself)
Wait. Is she saying she doesn’t have custody of her kids? Or does she have a nanny? She certainly looks like someone with money. A lot of my clients do. Wait… I only know one person who doesn’t have custody of so many kids.
Sandra takes a look at the app.
SANDRA (CONT’D)
Shaaron… Spells her name with an extra ‘a.’
(To herself)
Oh man! Oh man! I know who this person is.
(Mutters)
Oh man, she’s on her phone.
SHAARON
Rodney, where are you at? Ha. Ha! Are you sleeping? You drunk, huh? I’m coming over South. I’m in a taxi.
SANDRA
You’re in a ride-share.
SHAARON
How long till we get there? Can you turn up the AC? I’m sweating back here.
SANDRA
(to herself)
How the heck can she ask me anything after what she’s done?
Sandra turns up the AC to full blast while focusing on the road, trying not to think about Shaaron.
SHAARON
It’s fucking hot in this ride-share. Can you turn up the air?
SANDRA
It doesn’t go up any higher. You could open the window… We have twenty minutes.
I take this route to Shakopee three times a week.
Shaaron gets off her phone.
SANDRA (CONT’D)
(To herself, repeating)
Ask her. Ask her. Ask her!
SANDRA
Have you ever stolen a car before?
SHAARON
No, why would you ask me that?
SANDRA
Because three years ago, a woman who had given up her three kids stole my car, and her name was Shaaron. AND she left her ID in the car.
SHAARON
But I don’t have three kids, I have five.
SANDRA
Doesn’t mean you didn’t have three kids when this happened.
SHAARON
I never de-ny my kids!
(Huffs in exasperation)
Wait, are you sure it was Shaaron Matson?
Shaaron pulls out her ID and shows it to Sandra over the seat. Sandra takes a second to look and then turns her head back to the road.
SANDRA
It’s her alright. Same southern-belle lookin’ little $%$#$… blonde hair, and same ugly look on her face.
Sandra is looking over her shoulder, as if fighting with her conscience.
SANDRA
(to Shaaron)
At least someone’s having fun!
SHAARON
No, but stealing a car, that’s karma!
I’ve got no felonies on my record.
SANDRA
I wrote a story about it.
