to dream of cake.

INT. PASTRY SHOPPE - DAY

BLAZE, a handsome young man (20s), enters and looks around, making a point to relish the sweet air. He walks past some ARMED GUARDS and approaches the counter, where a STERN OLDER CLERK greets him.

CLERK

May I help you?

BLAZE

I'd like to order a wedding cake.

The clerk eyes him carefully.

CLERK

Do you know what kind?

BLAZE

Yes sir. The Banshee's Wail.

The clerk opens an aged leather-bound book and turns to a page showing an elaborate wedding cake.

CLERK

Of course you'll need your wife to come in.

BLAZE

Is that necessary? We're trying to schedule this kinda quick for family reasons and we have so many things to take care of before the ceremony.

The clerk slams the book shut.

CLERK

I don't think we can help you.

BLAZE

No no no, it's all right, I'll go get her. I was just trying to save some time is all. I'll be back.

INT. COFFEE SHOPPE - DAY

A YOUNG WOMAN (20s) sips coffee, immersed in an e-reader. Blaze walks over to her table.

BLAZE

Will you marry me?

WOMAN

Do I know you?

BLAZE

No.

WOMAN

I don't marry guys I don't know. Sorry.

BLAZE

Blaze.

WOMAN

Willa.

They shake hands. Blaze sits down.

BLAZE

What are you reading?

WILLA

Nothing Lasts Forever, by Roderick Thorp.

BLAZE

Cool.

WILLA

Why do you want to marry me?

BLAZE

Well, there's a pastry shoppe near here and they make great wedding cakes.

Willa gets quiet.

WILLA

Are you crazy? We could do hard time for something like that.

Blaze takes her hand.

BLAZE

No one has to know. We just go in, play the loving couple, and they'll approve us for the cake without a second thought.

WILLA

That's not me, okay? I don't do things like that.

BLAZE

Come on. Don't you want to taste wedding cake once in your life?

Blaze looks into Willa's eyes. She's terrified.

WILLA

This is crazy.

BLAZE

That's exactly why it's going to work. I promise. I'll take care of everything.

WILLA

Am I actually considering this?

Blaze smiles.

BLAZE

Trust me.

INT. PASTRY SHOPPE - DAY

Blaze and Willa are at the counter while the clerk quietly fills out a form. He puts some IDs on the counter.

CLERK

Here's your IDs.

BLAZE

We're very excited to try your cake. We heard it's the best.

CLERK

When would you like the cake delivered?

Blaze thinks.

BLAZE

Today.

The clerk glares at Blaze.

CLERK

I don't have to tell you the penalty for wedding fraud.

BLAZE

Do people even do that? For what, a little piece of cake? That's disgusting.

CLERK

Oh, they do it. The last couple who tried it got ten years.

BLAZE

Well, this is a legitimate wedding.

CLERK

Then you won't mind proving it.

BLAZE

How?

CLERK

A lover's kiss.

Blaze and Willa look at each other. Willa blushes. They share a long, passionate kiss. The clerk studies it very carefully.

When it's over, they smile at each other, embarrassed. They look at the clerk. He continues studying them.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

A really nice bachelor pad. Willa admires some art on the wall.

BLAZE (O.S.)

Thank you guys so much for the quick work. We'll recommend you to all our friends.

A door closes. Willa walks toward the foyer and joins Blaze. Together they gaze at the new delivery. A FUCKING BEAUTIFUL WEDDING CAKE. Five tiers. Artisan frosting work. Subtle pastel shades. On the top, a bride and groom that look identical to Willa and Blaze. Willa starts to cry.

WILLA

It's so beautiful.

BLAZE

You deserve it. You did great today. And we're gonna split this thing fifty-fifty. Right down the middle. I got a buddy who can do it for us. Now come on, let's get this thing in the fridge.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

We see inside the open fridge, all the shelves have been removed to make room for the cake. Blaze shuts the fridge door.

BLAZE

We did it.

WILLA

I can't believe it. Oh god, I feel so bad.

BLAZE

You are bad.

Willa grabs Blaze and starts making out with him hardcore.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Blaze's bedroom. What follows is an R-RATED SEX MONTAGE with the works. Candlelight. Sweat. Intense saxophone music. Cross-fades.

When it's over, Willa and Blaze collapse naked on the bed.

WILLA

You're amazing.

BLAZE

Listen to me. Tonight has been perfect and we both know what needs to happen now.

Willa sits up.

BLAZE

I'm going to get us a big slice of that cake and then I want to feed it to you.

WILLA

Oh god yes.

BLAZE

Wait here.

They kiss. A deep kiss. Blaze runs out.

Willa falls back on the bed, giggling in sheer bliss. She stretches her body out on the red silk sheets.

Moments pass. She sits up again, letting her eyes drink in the decor of Blaze's bedroom. She notices a bathroom and darts inside real quick.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Willa admires her naked body in the mirror. She notices the countertop is impeccably clean. She peeks in the medicine cabinet. Empty.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Willa enters, still naked. The lights are dim. From where she's standing, she can see inside the kitchen. No one there. Willa smiles.

WILLA

Blaze?

She looks around. A hallway. She walks into it.

INT. ROOM - NIGHT

Willa enters a room and turns on the light. The room is completely bare except for a moving dolly and some elastic straps.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Willa looks around. She notices something on the bookshelf. Walks over. Tries to grab the books.

They're all fake. Decorations made to look like book spines. She bumps into a TV and it jostles way too easily. She grabs it.

Cardboard. The TV is cardboard.

Willa looks at the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Willa pulls open the refrigerator door.

The cake is gone.

Willa starts shrieking and crying. She collapses in a fetal position, screaming until everything fades to a silent BLACK.

INT. BLACK VOID - NIGHT

SUPER: TWENTY YEARS LATER

INT. PASTRY SHOPPE - NIGHT

A different pastry shoppe than the one before. Blaze enters. He's in his 40s now. The years show. He nods at the ARMED GUARDS and approaches the CLERK.

BLAZE

I'd like the Enchanted Forest birthday cake for myself please.

The clerk checks Blaze's ID. He walks to a stack of cakes in the back and subtly eyes the surveillance camera.

EXT. PASTRY SHOPPE - NIGHT

A VAN sits parked outside the pastry shoppe.

INT. VAN - NIGHT

Inside the van, THREE COPS watch the surveillance camera footage live. One of them is Willa, now in her 40s. She's become a total hardass.

WILLA
(at the clerk on the screen)

What are you doing? Give him the cake.

INT. PASTRY SHOPPE - NIGHT

The clerk brings Blaze a cake in a box. Blaze quickly pays and leaves.

INT. VAN - NIGHT

One of the other cops, JOHNSON, pulls out his gun and goes for the back door.

JOHNSON

I want this son of a bitch now.

Willa puts him in a choke hold and slams his gun hand against the wall of the van.

WILLA

No! We nail this piece of shit by the book, or I swear to god, Johnson, I will ice you myself.

Johnson shakes her off. They glare at each other as the van starts moving.

EXT. STREETS - NIGHT

Blaze drives an old car. Several car lengths behind, the van follows.

EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT

Blaze parks out front and enters with the cake. The van pulls up shortly after and cuts the lights and engine.

INT. VAN - NIGHT

The three cops wait in silence.

JOHNSON

You are gonna take the heat for this if we botch this collar.

WILLA

Okay... go.

EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT

The cops pile out of the van and move mechanically toward the house, guns drawn.

INT. HOUSE - NIGHT

A real dump. The door is kicked in.

JOHNSON

Police! Hands in the air!

All three cops round the corner to find Blaze sitting on the floor, the cake in front of him on a wooden crate. He has already cut a slice onto a paper plate and is halfway through it with a plastic fork.

He is surrounded by FAKE IDs all over the floor.  Fake IDs and empty cake boxes.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT

Blaze sits at a table with his hands cuffed behind his back. Willa enters and sits across from him. He looks at her and a wave of recognition creeps across his face.

WILLA

Why, Blaze? Why throw your life away?

BLAZE

I've eaten more cake in my life than most people who live in the prisons society allows them to make for themselves. I have no regrets.

WILLA

They're gonna gas you. No hearing. No appeal. Nothing. It's over.

BLAZE

You don't suppose I could get one last slice, do you?

WILLA

Goodbye, Blaze.

Willa goes to leave.

BLAZE

You can look at me with those condescending eyes. But I know who you are, inside. I know that once upon a time, you were bad. And you liked it.

Willa closes her eyes. Rolls a tear. Walks out without looking back.

INT. GAS CHAMBER VIEWING ROOM - NIGHT

Willa joins a small group of OTHER COPS in a room full of folding chairs, a snack table at the side wall. The chairs all face a huge glass chamber with a chair in the middle.

Blaze is led inside the chamber and strapped to the chair. 

A MASKED EXECUTIONER stands by a switch.

EXECUTIONER

Blaze Hull. You have been found guilty of unlawful procurement and consumption of cake. Your sentence is death. Do you have any last words?

BLAZE

I enjoyed every. Last. Bite.

Everyone in the viewing room winces in disgust. The executioner throws the switch. The chamber immediately fills with gas. As soon as it hits Blaze, he screams in complete agony.

Blood pours from every hole in his head. He goes into violent convulsions and finally slumps over, dead.

The gas is promptly sucked from the chamber and a cleanup crew enters to dispose of the corpse.

Willa starts to leave, but notices something on the snack table. A cake with black frosting.

Willa serves herself a slice and takes it to an isolated part of the room. She cuts off a piece with her fork and slowly brings it to her mouth. She takes the bite.

Her eyes fall shut.

Heaven.

THE END.

this script was written with no obstructions.