The script follows Jazmin, who is distractedly walking through New York City while on the phone with her boyfriend, Victor, discussing their career and relationship. After a series of unsettling moments and realizing Victor is not at her apartment as expected, she discovers an engagement ring in a box he prepared for her surprise proposal, which he themed around her love for horror movies. Their reunion culminates in an emotional embrace, highlighting the chaotic yet affectionate nature of their relationship.

1. LOVE HURTS
Written by
Anthony Perez

2. EXT. NEW YORK CITY STREET - DUSK
JAZMIN (26) absent-mindedly strolls down the street while
talking on her phone, clearly more focused on her
conversation than on where she’s going.
JAZMIN
(on the phone)
I’m just thinking it might be
easier in LA. But...
VICTOR (V.O.)
I already told you I would go.
JAZMIN
It’s not that, you know that.
VICTOR (V.O.)
I know, but-- look, the point is
that they like the project. That’s
the hard part.
JAZMIN
Yeah, but they still haven’t
committed. It only works if they
commit.
VICTOR
There’s no reason not to, this is
the stuff that makes careers.
JAZMIN
He actually did say something like
that. It’s exciting...
Jazmin rounds the corner, revealing the monolithic Grand
Central Station in her sights, talking of dreams as big as
Manhattan’s landmarks.
EXT. STOREFRONT/GRAND CENTRAL STATION - LATER
A beautiful spring dress stares back at Jazmin through a
storefront window. A sign next to it reads, “30% OFF.”
She’s still talking with her boyfriend, VICTOR, but now with
a playful tone no doubt influenced by the visions of herself
wearing that dress.
JAZMIN
(mid conversation)
Either way, I’ll be home soon. Want
me to pick something up?

3. VICTOR (V.O.)
No, I’m good. What’s taking you so
long, anyway?
JAZMIN
Do you really have to ask?
VICTOR (V.O.)
No, just trying to make you feel
guilty about it.
She hears this as she turns away from the store window. She
laughs to herself. It worked.
JAZMIN
Good luck with that. You sure you
don’t want me to pick something up?
VICTOR (V.O.)
No, don’t get anything.
JAZMIN
But I’m hungry. I can just grab you
something too.
VICTOR (V.O.)
I don’t think you want to get
anything, either.
Interesting. She can’t resist smiling. Is he planning
something?
She’s determined now, bounding toward the subway entrance.
JAZMIN
Really? Hmm. I don’t now, I’m
passing by what smells like the
best burger joint. You sure about
that?
She’s letting on with a tease, but is met with silence.
JAZMIN (CONT’D)
Hello? Vic?
A thud. Or not. Odd, but either way the other line is dead.
Jazmin checks the signal on her phone. Five bars.
JAZMIN (CONT’D)
Hello?
Atop the subway stairs, she doubles back. Calls again.
Ringing.
2.

4. Ringing.
Ringing.
A pause.
VICTOR (V.O.)
Hi, you’ve reached Victor--
Fuck. Voicemail.
INT. SUBWAY - NIGHT
Jazmin sits idle, bewildered by the abrupt end to had been a
pleasant call that was only getting better.
She takes out her earphones, hoping music will distract her.
She closes her eyes. It’s probably nothing.
TIME CUT - LATER
Jazmin is subway sleeping, that feeling somewhere between
consciousness and dreaming.
The darkness through the window behind her turns into a dull
blue. The Brooklyn Bridge rises behind her. She’s outdoors.
It’s an elevated train.
Her phone beeps on cue. It jolts her alive. There’s a
voicemail from Victor. Relief comes over her.
VICTOR (V.O.)
...
Again, nothing. It’s virtually silent, except for the
occasional sound of what seems like someone moving about.
She stares at her phone trying to figure out what she’s
listening to. She calls Victor back in frustration.
Rings again. Voicemail again.
VICTOR (V.O.)
Hi, you’ve reached Victor. Leave a
good one.
JAZMIN
Hey, I think something’s wrong with
your phone. Don’t worry, I didn’t
pick up anything since it sounded
like you were planning something.
So, I guess I’ll see you in about
20 minutes. Hope you get this, bye.
3.

5. She hangs up. She nestles into her seat, trying to relax.
Getting comfortable.
It’s nothing. She’s convincing herself.
She looks up. An unkempt man across from her is staring back.
Only hardened Marines wouldn’t be unsettled by this guy.
This is turning into one creepy night.
EXT. BROOKLYN NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
Jazmin runs up the subway steps checking her phone. No
messages. She throws it back in her bag, disappointed.
It’s a lively little neighborhood. People shuffle in an out
of dive bars and there are shops lit up as far as the eye can
see.
But as she turns a corner and continues walking, we see all
of that slip away. She’s alone now on the dark residential
streets.
EXT. BROOKLYN STREET/APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
This is a street you would only take if you lived there.
It’s oddly short, standing out like an orphaned block in this
Brooklyn neighborhood. It doesn’t even have its own
streetlight (though there is one on an adjacent block).
If it weren’t for the bright sign hanging over a small
neighborhood diner in the middle of the block, it would be
pitch black.
It’s under that sign that Jazmin stops. She presses her phone
to her ear, staring up at a row of fourth floor windows.
A few rings.
VICTOR (V.O.)
Hi, you’ve reached--
She immediately hangs up, concerned. She stands idly at the
narrow doorway for a moment, as if the last thing she wants
to do is go inside.
4.

6. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Jazmin makes her way up the worn and depressed staircase, the
banister barely offering support. It’s a poorly lit, decrepit
place. Not exactly reassuring on this eerie night.
She reaches her door and slowly turns the key. She nudges the
it open slightly, taking a peak inside before stepping in.
INT. JAZMIN’S STUDIO APARTMENT - NIGHT
The apartment is pitch black and as quiet as if she were just
returning from vacation.
JAZMIN
Vic? Victor are you here?
No response. She quickly flicks on the light. Silence.
She quickly walks through the small studio to make sure it’s
empty. And it is.
It’s weird. Victor was there when they talked earlier.
Oh well, she slips off her jacket and tosses it on the couch.
She opens the fridge ready to eat, but there’s nothing except
milk and yogurt.
She flings the fridge door closed, grabs her jacket, slips it
on, and heads for the door.
She flicks off the lights, but freezes as she reaches for the
doorknob. Something has caught her eye in the crease of the
door.
It’s the shadow of two feet standing right there.
The door knob starts turning.
She ducks into the bathroom right next to the front door.
INT. JAZMIN’S BATHROOM - NIGHT
She trips over herself and falls in, closing the door with
her foot and keeps it pressed as if to hold the door shut
from an invader.
She calms herself, listening, alone in the dark bathroom.
Some moonlight floods in through a small window.
It sounds like there are a handful of footsteps in her
apartment. Is someone inside?
5.

7. She props herself up on her elbows and listens, but she can’t
hear anything.
Something shifts in her apartment, coming from the kitchen.
There’s definitely someone inside. What the hell is going on?
There she sits up, thinking.
She reaches for her bag and digs inside. She finds her phone,
chooses a contact, and dials.
She lets out a hushed plea as it rings.
JAZMIN
Pick up, pick up, come one, pick
up.
VICTOR (V.O.)
Hi, you’ve---
JAZMIN
(hushed)
Dammit, come on!
She immediately dials again in desperation, but this time
only in silent concentration as if she were willing a
response on the other end..
And she gets one. Except it’s not a voice. It’s a ringing
phone.
And it’s coming from inside the apartment.
VICTOR (V.O.)
Hi...
She puts the phone down and listens. There’s not a single
noise.
She slowly unlocks the bathroom door. Jazmin takes a deep
breath and gently turns the handle--
But stops for some reason. She looks back, browsing the
bathroom.
TIME CUT - MOMENTS LATER
We’re back at the door. Phone in one hand, scissors in the
other.
She inches the door open, listening.
Nothing.
6.

8. She peaks her head out. Nothing.
She dials again. Victor’s phone blares as clear as day from
near the front of the apartment.
She slowly steps out of the bathroom and into the corridor
that runs from the front door to the rest of the studio.
INT. JAZMIN’S STUDIO APARTMENT - NIGHT
She cautiously follows the ringtone.
Dead ahead of her, she spots a candle lit on her dining
table. Next to it is a box, with a blue light that shines
through the lid’s crease with each ring.
She approaches the table, looking around but not seeing
anything or anyone.
Lifting the lid of the box, the glow from the ringing cell
phone lights her face like the golden suitcase from Pulp
Fiction.
She drops into the chair. A look of outright confusion on her
face.
She reaches into the box and pulls out... a smaller box.
It looks like-- but it can’t be--
She opens it. It’s an engagement ring.
VICTOR (O.S.)
Maybe now you’ll believe me...
Her head snaps up. Frozen terror on her face. Scissors
raised.
Victor is leaning against the divider that separates the
bedroom from the kitchen. He continues as he approaches.
VICTOR (CONT’D)
...when I say I’m ready to be with
you no matter what you want to do
or where you want to go.
He kneels down on one knee by her chair. She looks at him,
stunned. She drops the scissors.
JAZMIN
You’re proposing? Then what was all
this for?
7.

9. He laughs at his own response before actually saying it.
VICTOR
Well, your favorite movies are
horror movies. So how else would I
propose to a movie producer?
Jazmin stares at him, utterly stunned by it all.
JAZMIN
You’re nuts.
VICTOR
So, are you ready to marry me?
She leans towards him, arms resting on his shoulders as she
nears for a kiss.
JAZMIN
Of course.
They embrace, the simple outcome of a complicated and perhaps
misguided - though successful - plan.
But then, mid-kiss, Jazmin pulls away and pounces on him with
a sharp, playful slap on the shoulder.
JAZMIN (CONT’D)
But don’t you ever scare me like
that again!
Victor laughs.
VICTOR
Okay.
And he pulls her back to continue their celebratory kiss.
These are two lunatics meant for each other. But hey, love is
crazy.
8.