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1 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 1
CLOSE ON - A YOUNG WOMAN'S EYE. Bloodshot blue. Her
eyelashes tremble. A tear rolls out. She blinks.
CLOSE ON - A filthy, coarse rope secures a dirty rag inside
CLOSE ON - The same type rope binds her ankles together.
CLOSE ON HER HANDS - A mixture of blood, dirt. IRON SPIKES
ARE NAILED THROUGH HER PALMS.
FROM ABOVE - The Young Woman, 20s, wearing a handmade dress
with a small crest embroidered over the heart, lies nailed to
a wooden table.
AN OVERHEAD LIGHT BULB DIMS, CRACKLES. OFF SCREEN: A BLOOD-
CURDLING SCREAM cries out.
The Young Woman's breathing intensifies. She watches the
light bulb, listens to the screams.
The light bulb returns to normal. The screams stop. Peace
for a moment. But she knows that won't last.
2 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 2
A YOUNG MAN, 20s, hangs by his wrists from iron shackles
secured to the ceiling. He's bloodied, bruised... a mess.
CLOSE ON - The end of a pair of jumper cables. They TOUCH,
sending SPARKS into the air. Brought together by...
A CONCEALED FIGURE. All that's visible are his hands. His
left hand is SEVERELY BURNED, SCARRED, while his right
appears normal. He touches the jumper cables together
again... SPARKS FLY.
Please-please stop. D-don't.
The Concealed Figure ignores his pleas, connects the left
cable to one shackle chain... and then the right side.
ELECTRICITY SURGES THROUGH THE BODY OF THE YOUNG MAN. HIS
BODY CONTORTS. HE SCREAMS. The lights DIM and CRACKLE.
3 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 3
CLOSE ON - The light bulb DULLS. The screams of the Young
Man echo through the room.
The Young Woman closes her eyes. Takes SEVERAL FAST BREATHS
then... MUSTERS every ounce of strength in her body and...
Her right hand TREMBLES... The Young Woman GRIMACES, in
unbelievable agony, but then... HER RIGHT HAND INCHES UP THE
IRON SPIKE. Slowly and painfully. PIECES OF BLOOD, SKIN and
BONE cling to spike as the hand moves up.
The light bulb returns again to normal. The screams stop.
The Young Woman gives a final hard push and... FREES HER
RIGHT HAND. Blood pours from the wound.
No time to waste. She turns her attention, strength to her
left hand... ever-so-slowly (and painfully) it moves.
4 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 4
CLOSE ON - The jumper cable attaches to the metal and...
ELECTRICITY SURGES THROUGH THE YOUNG MAN'S body. HE SCREAMS.
5 INT. CABIN - TORTURE ROOM #1 5
The Young Woman's left hand POPS free. Blood oozes out.
OFF SCREEN: SCREAMS FROM THE YOUNG MAN.
She sits up, goes for the gag, but her fingers cramp in pain.
Finally, she unties the knot, removes the gag. She coughs,
tries to muffle the noise best she can.
The SCREAMS STOP. Lights return to normal.
Half way free. She goes for the ropes at her ankles, unties
them, slides off the table. She grabs a couple rags, ties
them around her palm's wounds.
6 INT. HALLWAY/ TORTURE ROOM #2 6
The Young Woman opens the door, checks to see if the coast is
clear. It is.
We're at the end of a long, dark hallway (more like a tunnel,
really). There are two more doors in the hall, one in front
of her another to her right. The door across from her is
YOUNG WOMAN'S POV THRU DOOR - The Young Man dangles from the
chains. Suddenly, the Concealed Figure appears between the
door and the Young Man.
The Young Woman retreats, but realizes the Concealed Figure
has his back to her.
THE YOUNG MAN sees past the Figure, LOCKS EYES with the Young
Woman. No hope for himself, his eyes say: Save yourself.
The Young Woman fights back tears, mouths the words "I Love
you". She carefully opens the door to her right, REVEAL a
rickety set of wooden steps. She heads up, just as...
LIGHTS FLICKER. OFF SCREEN: The Young Man SCREAMS again.
The Young Woman quickens her pace. The SCREAMS drown out any
sound, until... just before she touches THE TOP STEP...
The lights return to NORMAL. The Young Man STOPS screaming.
The place goes silent.
The Young Woman's foot TOUCHES THE STEP... A LOUD CREAK
RINGS OUT. The Young Woman FREEZES.
7 TORTURE ROOM #2-- 7
The Concealed Figure TURNS towards the sound.
8 HALLWAY, STAIRS-- 8
The Young Woman holds her breath. Did he hear her?
9 TORTURE ROOM #2-- 9
A STEEL AXE/SICKLE hybrid (a scary, handmade invention),
rusted, save for the razor sharp edge, sticks in a nearby
wooden horse. The Concealed Figure SNATCHES the weapon.
10 HALLWAY, STAIRS-- 10
Sarah (Young Woman) bolts up the remaining steps.
11 TORTURE ROOM #2-- 11
The Concealed Figure rushes for the door. In pursuit.
SMASH CUT TO:
12 EXT. FOREST - SUNSET 12
SARAH races through the thick forest. Her bare, bloody feet
and legs stomping over the hard dirt, branches, shrubs,
anything in her way. Not too far behind...
THE CONCEALED FIGURE... (the majority of him still hidden)
follows her. WEAPON IN HAND.
SARAH... pushes through some thick brush, but... trips,
falls. She SCREAMS IN PAIN, grabs her foot, notices... A
LARGE GASH ACROSS THE BOTTOM. Sarah turns, hears...
THE CONCEALED FIGURE.. approaches in the distance.
SARAH... wills herself up, limp/runs away.
13 EXT. FOREST - CLEARING/CLIFF - SUNSET 13
Sarah exits the thick woods to discover, to her horror... SHE
STANDS AT THE EDGE OF A CLIFF, takes a peek over the side...
SARAH'S POV - JAGGED ROCKS and a small STREAM at the bottom,
200 feet below. A WATERFALL flows steadily nearby.
Before Sarah can fully digest the situation...
THE CONCEALED FIGURE exits the forest, SPINS THE WEAPON in
his hand. Anticipating its use.
Sarah FREEZES in her spot. Breaths get shorter, heavier.
Her eyes dart in every direction. What to do?
The Concealed Figure TAKES ONE STEP FORWARD and... SARAH
JUMPS OFF THE CLIFF. Rather that fate than the other.
The Concealed Figure walks up to the edge, looks over...
AT THE BOTTOM... Sarah's dead body lays twisted and bloody
among the rocks. The waterfall crashes next to her. BLOOD
mixes with the water turning it a deep RED.
CUE TITLE: TIMBER FALLS...
14 EXT. HIGHWAY - WEST VIRGINIA - DAY (HELICOPTER 2ND UNIT) 14
A black four-door VW Passat cruises the interstate. A Gortex
duffel is strapped to the roof.
15 I/E. PASSAT (MOVING) - DAY 15
MIKE WARREN, late 20s, with a devilish grin and looks to
kill, sits at the wheel. Even a flashy pair of sunglasses
can't mask the twinkle in his eye.
SHERYL JAMES, late 20s, rides shotgun. This beauty's got it
all: toned bod, sharp mind and a heart-stopping smile.
An opened bag of chips sit in her lap. A couple of Diet
Cokes in the cup-holders. She cradles a cellphone MP3
Come on, hit me.
(Flipping through tunes)
Chill...I gotta find -- alright.
You got one?
Sheryl hits the "Play" button.
"Warning Shots", Thievery Corporation.
Mike grins. Sheryl rolls her eyes.
Come on. Next one.
Sheryl scrolls again, hits play.
"Bullets" by the Editors.
Sheryl frowns. Mike grins and shoots her a wink.
You loaded these songs. You don't
need to be so impressed with yourself.
I know I don't have to be.
I haven't even heard of half these
It's called good music. You should
try to familiarize yourself with it,
instead of listening to the crap you
I listen to crap?
Hurts me to be the one to tell you.
I'm sure it does.
You gotta be more like me, baby.
Think new, fresh, cutting edge. I'm
looking for the next Beatles, U2 or
Sheryl scans through the MP3 player, spots one and smiles.
So, where does this band fall into
The music starts. BOY'S DON'T CRY, "I WANT TO BE A COWBOY"
Fresh, new or cutting edge?
Mike immediately begins to backtrack.
How'd that get on there?
You loaded the songs. You tell me?
Must be a mistake.
Says here you've listened to it 86
Is this true? Have you always wanted
to be a cowboy?
Sheryl spies more...
You also got "Men Without Hats"
greatest hits? I didn't know they
qualified for a greatest hits album.
Can you break me off a little "Safety
Mike reaches for the MP3 player.
Okay, give me that.
The Passat speeds past a "West Virginia" state sign.
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16 EXT. NATIONAL PARK ENTRANCE - DAY 16
The sun BURNS above. The Passat turns into the park.
17 EXT. PARKING LOT, RANGER STATION - DAY 17
The Passat rolls into a dirt parking lot. Next to the lot is
the Ranger Station.
18 INT. RANGER BASE STATION - DAY 18
Maps and local artifacts adorn the walls. A display of some
of the local animals, stuffed of course, including a giant
bear, fill in the gaps.
Mike and Sheryl enter. They take in the place. Mike heads
toward the Ranger's desk while Sheryl eyes the decor.
SAM, 65, a round-faced RANGER with a grumpy disposition, a
hearing aid in his right ear, sits behind a desk. He
continues working, scribbling on something as Sheryl and Mike
wait. And wait. Then...
Sam holds up a "wait a second" finger. After a beat...
Now what can I do you two for?
Sheryl spots some fliers tacked to a bulletin board. Hiking
gear for sale, Tour Info, National Park History, etc.
First time here and you're not quite
sure where to begin.
Sheryl grabs a National Park Information flier.
ANGLE ON - There are pictures, an Emergency Contact
Information, Guided Tour Info, etc.
Something like that.
Precisely like that.
Sam stands, grabs his lower back, a recurring discomfort. As
he digs around for something...
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Sheryl notices, on the board...
ANGLE ON - A flier for a young missing couple. Below that...
ANGLE ON - A photo of a girl: "Sarah Travers"(from the
Sheryl studies it and shakes off any concern by locking arms
with Mike at the desk.
Get you started with one of these.
Sam grabs a map and lays it out in front of the couple.
How long you folks hiking for?
Two days. Heading out early Sunday.
Well, if you move at a decent clip,
you could hit the summit by midday
tomorrow. Should still give you time
to take it all in and make it down.
Any particular path?
You folks experienced hikers?
We've done some ah--
No. Nothing like this.
For first-timers, I recommend either
Willow Creek Bridge or Donner Trail.
Donner Trail? As in "The Donner
I'm not sure of the name's origin.
They're the two paths we regularly
patrol. Something happens and you're
on one of the other trails, it might
be awhile before we find you.
Where do we camp?
Unless it says not to, you can set up
where you like. Just make sure when
you turn in that you extinguish your
fire. Oh, and this here's bear
country. They're not animals to fool
with. You see one, you head the other
way, especially if he's feeding. If
the bear thinks you're getting in the
way of his food, that's all she wrote.
Sheryl warily eyes the stuffed Bear in the station.
You got yourself a first aid kit?
Nurse Betty here's my first aid kit.
Sam looks confused...
Don't mind him. I'm a nurse.
Good for you. The question was, do
you have a first aid kit?
Yes, we have a first aid kit.
Great, see how easy that was.
It's off-season, park's pretty quiet.
Even more than usual. You may run
into a few locals, but--
People live up here?
We have a few generations of families
that have called these mountains home.
Most of `em are friendly. Respect their
land and they'll respect you.
Mike twangs and air banjos, "Dueling Banjos" from
`Deliverance.' Sam is not amused. Sheryl fights her
temptation to laugh.
Base is just outside, to the left. At
about two miles up there'll be a
junction where you can pick your path.
Mike and Sheryl offer a smile and quickly exit.
19 EXT. RANGER BASE STATION - DAY 19
Mike and Sheryl exit. They burst out laughing.
TIME CUT TO:
20 EXT. PARKING LOT, RANGER STATION - DAY 20
Mike digs through his backpack, double-checking everything.
What he doesn't show Sheryl... wrapped in some socks: a .38
Revolver. He tucks it discreetly away.
Sheryl checks her bag as well. She clips a blue hikers' towel
to her waist. Mike checks his cell phone. No service.
You getting anything?
Sheryl checks her phone and shakes her head "no."
I'll lock them in the car.
I'll take mine.
Just to annoy you.
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In an emergency, I'd rather have a
phone that may not work up there, than
not have a phone that may work up
Huh? Mike shakes his head, puts his phone in the glove
Sheryl tucks her phone and the flier into a side pocket of
her backpack. Zips it shut.
ANGLE ON - Mike's keys and his Boston Red Sox key chain.
Mike locks the door.
Okay, we all set?
Let's do this.
Mike pulls on his backpack, starts walking. Sheryl doesn't
move. She eyes their tent still resting on the car's roof.
Hey, Einstein. What do you think,
leave the tent or maybe take it with
Mike swallows his pride and retreats to the car.
I was just seeing if you were paying
Mike comes back to the car for the tent. Sheryl shakes her
head and smiles.
21 EXT. BASE TRAIL #1 - DAY 21
The mountain is breathtaking. Nature at its best.
Mike and Sheryl have begun their ascent.
It could be fun.
Not a chance. High School reunions
serve only two purposes... to try to
rehash so-called glory days if you
were popular or to gloat if you were a
spaz and are now filthy rich, banging
So what were you?
Me? I was a stoner.
So what does that mean?
How the hell am I supposed to
remember? I was high all the time.
Sheryl swallows some water, checks her compass.
Sweat rolls down Mike's forehead, stinging his eyes. Sheryl
doesn't have that problem. She's wearing a red bandana.
Where'd you get that bandana?
It's cute, right? I stopped by that
Army-Navy store on Grover yesterday.
Keeps the sweat out of your eyes.
And when you were buying it, you
didn't think that maybe...
Oh...well...it was the last one...
The last one?
The entire Army-Navy store... sold out?
Completely. There was some sort of
run on bandanas at the last minute.
Sheryl stifles a CHUCKLE. Mike shakes his head, then... she
pulls out a GRAY BANDANA, hands it to him.
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Here... You big baby.
Sheryl turns, as she does... Mike pinches her behind, she
playfully SHRIEKS, hustles away from him, but he pursues her,
as they both CRACK UP, they spill off the trail...
OFF THE PATH... Mike and Sheryl continue their horseplay,
when... SHERYL LOOKS DOWN, SCREAMS!
A BLOODY, MUTILATED FOX LAYS INSIDE A RUSTED BEAR TRAP. The
Steel jaws of the trap have sliced the body in two. The kill
What is it?
Looks like it's a, or was, a fox.
Mike and Sheryl head back to the path.
ANGLE ON - The MUTILATED, BLOODY FOX.
21A EXT. BRIDGE ON BASE TRAIL - DAY 21A
Mike and Sheryl hike over a small wooden bridge.
22 EXT. BASE TRAIL #2 - DAY 22
Mike and Sheryl reach a small clearing. There are a number of
signs pointing toward different trails. (Donner Trail, Willow
Creek Bridge, Timber Falls, etc.)
Sheryl grabs the map and some water. Mike swigs some water,
munches on trail mix, takes a peek in the guidebook.
What do you think? "Cannibal" Trail
or the other one?
Guidebook says a couple of these other
trails lead to some pretty sweet
We're not Lewis and/or Clark. We're
gonna stick to one of the ones the
You folks need some help?
IDA FOSTER, 40s, approaches, wheeling some supplies in a
handmade wagon. She is worn, haggard, but has a friendly,
smile. She wears a flannel shirt, old jeans and dirty boots.
We're just going over our options
Well, take it from me, any way you
choose, you can't go wrong.
The Ranger at base suggested Donner
...Willow Creek Bridge. I think Sam
only knows those two trails. Well.
Between those, I'd pick Donner Trail.
Willow Creek will shoot you to the
top, but there's not as much to see.
Donner weaves through Peddler's Point,
it's a better hike and prettier all
What do you think?
Then, she notices a ring on Sheryl's finger.
That's a pretty ring.
Not your traditional wedding ring, but
it's all the same in the Lord's eyes.
How long have you two been wed?
Sheryl and Mike trade looks.
Oh... we're not married. Not yet
Mike shoots her a look: "not yet?"
It's a ring my father gave me for
Oh, I'm sorry. You just looked like
you was married is'all. Both so
I'm just an old fashioned silly-bird.
I need to mind my own business.
No, it's fine.
Which one of those trails got the best
Clearings? Neither will give you much
in the way of clearings. But, there's
another path, this one here.
(Points to the map)
Timber Falls. Its got some beautiful
vistas and one of the prettiest falls
you'll ever see.
Well, I'll leave you to it. Last
thing you need is me fussing'round
you, taking you from your private
Thank you. Yeah, thanks for the tip.
Ida walks off, but stops only a few feet away.
I'm just gonna say it and go, but if
you two were to marry... I bet the
Lord would bless you with a happy,
healthy and handsome child. Good luck
and God bless you both.
Sheryl and Mike don't know how to respond. Ida leaves. Once
out of earshot...
I suddenly feel the need for
(Still lingering on...)
Not yet? Love taking your shots,
Sheryl shoots him a stern, but playfully sexy, look.
When I see an opening.
That path she was talking about winds
through these falls. What do you
I think... if you get eaten by a bear
and there isn't a Ranger around, I'm
not carrying what's left of you down
And they say romance is dead.
Timber Falls it is.
They throw on their backpacks and head on their way.
Who's Lewis and/or Clark?
You really were stoned through high
As Mike and Sheryl trek up the path...
ANGLE ON - The directional sign, "Timber Falls"
23 EXT. TIMBER FALLS TRAIL #1 - DAY 23
Looking back down on the thin path. FIND - Sheryl and Mike
continuing their trek. (SPLINTER UNIT)
Mike maneuvers around a massive tree. He freezes. Gestures
for Sheryl to be quiet and mouths the words, "Don't Move."
Sheryl stops, startled. Mike motions towards...
A MOUNTAIN STAG, with magnificent antlers, chews on a plant
in the distance.
Sheryl quietly slides out her digital camera. Snaps a photo
of the animal.
The Stag stops chewing and looks at them. After a long beat,
the Stag skips away through the trees.
Sheryl watches the animal disappear, smiles.
Mike removes his backpack and crosses to Sheryl. He helps
remove her backpack and kisses her. She kisses him back.
ANGLE ON - Sheryl's heart-shaped locket through her shirt.
You're going to lose that out here.
It's fine. I never take it off. Not
since you gave it to me. Betcha don't
...February 27, 2006.
Sheryl stares incredulously, romantically at Mike.
I remember every moment with you.
I've got you so whipped.
They kiss. Sheryl climbs onto Mike's lap. He leans back,
better positioning, places his hand down, when...
Mike brings his hand back up. BLOOD trickles out of a SMALL
CUT across his palm.
My hand... Something stuck it.
Sheryl quickly examines the cut. Mike quickly becomes
flustered, woozy. He turns away from the wound.
It's okay. It's not too deep. Let me
get the first aid kit.
Sheryl rummages through her bag. Mike, in more psychological
discomfort than physical, looks away wincing.
Sheryl returns, wipes the blood away best she can. She
applies some peroxide...
Fuck. That stung.
Gotta clean the wound, baby.
24 OBSCURED POV - THROUGH TREES-- 24
From a distance... A SICKLE BLADE enters frame, pulls a
branch aside. Sheryl attends to Mike's wound.
The POV narrows... solely on SHERYL.
25 TIMBER FALLS, TRAIL #1-- 25
Mike looks at Sheryl, a twinge of embarrassment in his eyes.
You know me and blood... we don't do
OFF SCREEN: CRUNCH of something stepping on a thicket.
Sheryl glances toward the sound. Mike admires the dressing
of the wound.
Not bad, Nightingale. Not bad at all.
Did you hear something?
Mike follows her eye-line. There's a softer CRUNCH.
It's probably the deer.
The deer went in the other direction.
Mike's demeanor suddenly becomes cold, creepy.
Maybe it's someone, or something,
Something inhuman watching our every
I said, knock it off.
Something coming for you, Sheryl.
Sheryl straps on her backpack.
Just when I think there's hope for
You're an asshole.
Sheryl walks away.
This is a joke. You're not really mad,
are you? Sheryl...?
She turns the corner and is out of sight.
(Under his breath)
Mike's in disbelief. He grabs his backpack, heads after her.
He turns the corner, looks up, but doesn't see her. The path
winds like a snake.
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Sheryl, wait up!
Mike moves up the winding path. He stops, eyes searching.
The path opens up. Mike can now see a hundred yards ahead,
but... No sign of Sheryl.
Sheryl?! This isn't funny.
Two birds SCREAM and fly from their perch overhead. Mike eyes
the birds, then takes off.
Mike's heart-rate increases. He moves quickly up the path, a
steep incline. He brushes past a bush and stops. Lying just
off the path... SHERYL'S BLUE HIKER'S TOWEL. He picks it up.
No reply. His heart now POUNDING.
Mike moving faster. Up ahead, he stops again, finds...
SHERYL'S RED BANDANA.
Mike picks up the bandana. He's flying. He cuts through
some tiny evergreens, off the path...
26 EXT. JUST OFF THE TRAIL, TIMBER FALLS #1 - DAY 26
Mike freezes when he sees... Sheryl's backpack lies against
a tree. A few feet farther along, her cut-off jean shorts.
Next to them... her shirt. But no Sheryl, until...
Good old Hansel. Following the trail
of bread crumbs.
Mike turns to see Sheryl lying against a rock, wearing just
her bra and panties. She smiles at him coyly. Mike exhales
deeply. Relieved, but fuming.
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Doesn't feel good to be teased, does
Okay, he had that coming.
He takes her in. She's quite a sight. He sits down next to
her. They kiss. Then... Mike breaks the embrace.
Don't disappear on me again.
Sheryl mouths the words, "I promise." Crosses her heart.
He leans in, they kiss again. Soft and sweet at first. Then
Sheryl rubs his chest and removes his shirt. They kiss
again. Harder this time. Their hands all over one another.
Mike slides his hand under Sheryl's panties, between her
legs. She moans softly. Sheryl unhooks her bra and is about
to remove it, when:
Hey, Brody, Lonnie. Check this out.
DARRYL, 30, a skinny local with a twisted smile and LONNIE,
20's, a slob, emerge from the forest. They are followed by...
BRODY, 35, scruffy and unshaven, their ringleader. Brody
clutches a shotgun in one hand and a weathered sack in the
Looks like we got ourselves a little
Brody and Darryl ogle Sheryl. She tucks herself behind Mike,
who shifts quickly into protective mode. She snaps her bra
We were just moving our way up the
You were moving your way'round more
than just that.
Sheryl eyes her discarded clothes. Darryl spots them too.
He grabs the shorts, SNIFFS them.
(Referring to the smell)
Like a peach.
Mike tries to seem relaxed and friendly.
You folks best be careful about what
you do up here... Never know who's
Appreciate the advice...I think we
learned our lesson.
Brody nods as he looks them up and down.
You city folk, ain't ya? Up from
Charleston roughing it, seeing how the
"other" half lives?
No, we're from Virginia, just up for a
weekend trip. And, uh... you folks
live up here?
Brody glances at Darryl and Lonnie, then back at Mike.
It's easy to spot the city folk. It's
like they're trying to be friendly,
when really they don't want to be.
I think you just startled us is all.
Sheryl looks over at...
...Lonnie sticks his tongue between his fingers, rapidly
flails it about.
We'll just be on our way.
(Re: Sheryl's shorts)
May I have those?
A bold move from Mike.
Long beat. Tension high.
Brody concedes, gestures to Darryl to give the shorts back.
Darryl reluctantly obliges.
Mike passes them to Sheryl who slides them on. Darryl and
Lonnie soak in every inch of Sheryl as she does.
Mike takes Sheryl's hand. They make a move, but... Brody
stops them with the barrel of his shotgun.
Where you runnin' off to?
Yeah, we just getting acquainted and
Mike glances down at the barrel that runs across his chest.
He can no longer hide his fear.
We just want to get a little further
along before the sun sets.
Darryl eyes the sky. The sun beams down through the trees.
Plenty of time'fore that.
Look. We don't want any trouble. We
just want to be on our way...
And why do you suppose we mean to make
Mike looks down at the gun. Brody smiles a yellow smile.
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You folks enjoy the spirits?
Excuse me? The what?
Brody hands Darryl the shotgun and drops his sack. Brody
pulls a mason jar with clear liquid out of the sack.
Why don't you try a taste of this?
Brody unscrews the cap and offers the jar to Mike. Mike eyes
Sheryl. Clearly she doesn't think it's a good idea.
Mike accepts the jar, hesitates, then takes a sip. He
squirms, winces, but forces it down. Mike turns red and
coughs. Brody and Darryl are loving it.
Betcha never tasted nuthin'like that?
Darryl would win that bet.
Mike has no idea what he's talking about.
I'll sell you the jar for fifty bucks.
Or maybe we could do us a little
Let me get my wallet.
Mike opens a zipper on his backpack, rummages around.
ANGLE ON - INSIDE THE BAG... the .38 Revolver.
Mike thinks about grabbing it. Sheryl shocked to see the
gun. She tenses up.
ANGLE ON - Brody. The shotgun.
Mike thinks, then...
Fifty bucks sounds like a bargain.
Pay the man.
Mike reaches past the gun and grabs his wallet. He counts
out the cash, hands it to Brody. Brody smiles, hands the jar
Pleasure doing business with ya. Take
Brody nods at Mike and Sheryl, walks off down the trail.
Darryl grins at Sheryl, follows Brody.
Should you tire of your present
company... just holla and I'll come
running with bells on darling.
He smiles a creepy wide smile. He turns and catches up to
Once they are out of sight... Mike takes a moment to gather
himself. Sheryl grabs her shirt still on the ground, puts it
Are you okay?
You brought a gun?
No response. Sheryl picks up her towel and bandana.
Why did you bring a gun?
Same reason you brought your
cellphone. Better to have it and not
need it. To protect us.
Lotta good it just did.
Sheryl turns from Mike, walks back to the path.
(Then, call out)
You want to go back?
Sheryl? I'm sorry.
We should have stuck to one of the
Sheryl charges ahead, back to the path.
(Under his breath)
Mike gets up, grabs his bag and follows Sheryl.
27 EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAY (2ND UNIT) 27
The sun begins to set, basking the mountain range in a
28 EXT. WATERFALL - TIMBER FALLS TRAIL #2 - DAY 28
Mike and Sheryl move right along. Still not speaking.
The path forks at a BEAUTIFUL WATERFALL. Mike stops, faces
the falls, turns to see... Sheryl behind him, catching up.
As she does, she slips...
She's about to walk past him, but he reaches for Sheryl's
hand and holds it.
Do you know how many times I've had
someone die on me? How many children?
I stopped keeping count.
I thought... I wasn't thinking. What
do you want me to do?
Get rid of the gun.
What... now? Out here?
She holds firm.
I can't just leave it here in the
woods, some kid could find it.
Then get rid of the bullets now and
when we get home, you get rid of the
Mike thinks about it. His instincts SCREAMING not to do
Mike relents. He removes his backpack, ZIPS it open. He
pulls out the gun, opens it, spills the bullets out.
Mike WITH A DEEP BREATH, TOSSES THE BULLETS into the woods.
Was that all of them?
Mike steps back to Sheryl, they hug.
CRACK! A strange sound, like wood snapping, startles Sheryl.
Mike turns as well. Their eyes WIDEN.
CRACK! The FIGURE emerges from the clearing, practically
landing on top of them. It's...
CLYDE, a Park Ranger, mid-50's, friendly. He's got a weed
cutter in his hands, wears a PAIR OF WORK GLOVES. He's just
as surprised to see them.
Sheryl and Mike breath a sigh and offer him a smile.
Oh. Didn't mean to startle you folks.
Just clearing some of the brush off
SHOOTING SCRIPT OCTOBER 17, 2006 28.
the path. We had some heavy rains
this past week, knocked some trees and
branches down. One of the new
recruits was supposed to do yesterday,
but... if you want something done
right, you gotta do it yourself.
It's fine. We were led to believe
this trail wasn't regularly patrolled.
It's not, but... It's one of my
favorite spots, so I often find an
excuse to swing by.
Yup. There are a couple more falls in
the park, but none quite so...
inviting as this one. Now don't take
my word for it, you can see for
yourself... How long's your stay?
Just til Sunday.
Yeah, no. The other falls are clear on
the other side. It would take you a
couple nights just to get there.
Maybe next time.
This is a quickie trip. Just getting
out of the city for a couple days.
The city, huh. Which? If it's
Charleston, I wouldn't blame ya.
Whole place smells like feet. I gotta
haul myself all the way down to the
hospital there for my yearly because
the darn HMO's rules and regulations
won't let me visit the local Doc. Not
my cup of tea at all, but if you like
it there, then...
No, we're not from Charleston.
SHOOTING SCRIPT OCTOBER 17, 2006 29.
But apparently we look like we are.
We live in Alexandria. It's just
outside of D.C.
Oh. I've been there, few years back.
Now that city I like. Lotta beautiful
churches if I recall correctly. Which
congregation do y'all belong to?
Um... Not sure. Sheryl keeps track of
all that for us. Sheryl?
Sheryl gives Mike the "you're an asshole" look. Then...
Uh... We're between congregations at
Well... I should get back to work.
Sun'll be down soon and that path
ain't gettin'clear on its own.
Clyde walks off, until...
Excuse me... Sir?
Sheryl doesn't know his name. Clyde stops, turns back.
The name's Clyde.
Clyde, would you recommend a nice spot
nearby to make camp for the night?
Be happy too... Let's see... Oh, I
got it. "Five Corners" will be
perfect. It's just a bit up the ways
here, near the Lake. It's five large
rocks which sit in a clearing with a
view of the whole park. The rocks
retain the heat from the day, so if
you set up camp between them you won't
be so cold.
Just doing my job. You have fun and
be careful. Good evening.
Clyde tips his cap and disappears.
29 EXT. FIVE CORNERS - DAY 29
Mike and Sheryl hike up a steep slope. As they step through
the woods, they look upon...
FIVE LARGE ROCKS, arranged in an awkward semi-circle.
They walk into the circle, take off their backpacks.
This is incredible.
Mike opens the tent pouch, starts removing the many parts.
Ranger said there's a lake near by.
The lake. I'd kill to rinse off.
Sheryl makes a move...
Whoa. Wait a sec. It'll be dark soon.
Where's your sense of adventure?
She takes off.
Sher. Seriously. Let's wait `til
30 OBSCURED POV-- 30
On SHERYL as she stops. Looks out towards the water.
CLOSE ON - THE CONCEALED FIGURE'S EYES. Two different
colors, with his left being void of almost all color. Also
notice SCARRING around the left eye, there's no eyebrow and
his skin is pale and splotchy.
The Concealed Figure holds all his attention on...
31 FIVE CORNERS-- 31
Sheryl realizes he's right and walks back over to Mike.
Mike stares at the many assorted parts of the tent, the sheet
of instructions laid out. He holds one of the poles, which
consists of separate links connected by a string. He has no
idea where to begin.
Do you know what you are doing?
I think its pretty obvious that I
32 EXT. TREES, OUTSKIRTS OF FIVE CORNERS - CONTINUOUS 32
The Concealed Figure retreats into the forest.
33 EXT. FIVE CORNERS - NIGHT 33
STARS FILL THE SKY. Crickets chirp, but aside from that,
peace and quiet reign.
A fire CRACKLES. A tent for two has been pitched. Dirty
pots, pans litter the area. Dinner's over and done.
Mike and Sheryl cuddle by the fire. A sleeping bag wrapped
That was... the worst dinner ever.
Yeah, I'm aware.
You know what would make this evening
perfect? Moonshine. I got a whole
jar of it. There's a sentence I never
thought I'd say. "I have a jar of
moonshine." Matter of fact, I've got
enough to share with our entire
... in Charleston.
Our home city, of course. But I
should start with you... Would you
like some moonshine?
Sheryl smiles, shakes her head playfully.
Then what would you like?
I'd like to fuck you.
Not very Christian of you.
I'm more Old Testament.
What's that mean?
Not sure. But I think it's the
nastier of the two books.
Sheryl pulls Mike into her, they kiss. Strong and deep.
Sheryl abruptly breaks the kiss, enough foreplay. She stands
up, pulls Mike into the tent with her.
34 INT. TENT - NIGHT 34
Sheryl pulls off her sweatshirt, then the T-shirt. Mike
kicks off his shoes, drops his pants.
Mike unbuttons Sheryl's jeans, tugs them off.
Sheryl unhooks her bra, tosses it aside. Mike slides her
panties down her legs and off.
Few things in life can be described as perfect. Sheryl's
naked body is one of them.
Sheryl pulls Mike's boxers down, climbs on top of him. She
reaches down and slides Mike inside her.
Sheryl KISSES Mike. He slides his hands around Sheryl's
butt. Sheryl paws his chest, bites his lower lip HARD.
The lovers move in unison. Perfection.
35 EXT. TENT - FIVE CORNERS - NIGHT 35
Inside the tent, Mike and Sheryl continue. Their campfire
still burns. Suddenly...
A SHADOW creeps into frame. Then a BOOT. Someone's outside
36 INT. TENT - NIGHT 36
Breaths get shorter, stronger. Sheryl and Mike build to
climax. They don't/ can't notice...
A SHADOW passes across the wall of the tent.
The last final moments before... climax. The lovers EXHALE.
Sheryl crashes on top of Mike. He wraps his arms tightly
TIME CUT TO:
36 A EXT. TENT - NIGHT 36 A
The last FLAMES on the fire slowly BURN OUT.
36 B INT. TENT - NIGHT 36 B
Mike and Sheryl spoon, their hands and fingers messed
together as one.
I was good. I mean, even better than
If you don't say so...
... if I don't say so myself, yeah.
Top notch performance. What, you
Nah, it was good. Do you think I had
anything to do...
No. All me.
I liked what the old woman said about
What did she say?
That she thought we were married.
You are relentless.
Mike gets up, starts dressing.
I wouldn't be a proper girlfriend if I
didn't nag every now and then.
I get it, but it makes me feel like
the bad guy every time. Which makes
me feel like shit.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Where
are you going?
Do out there, what you did in here.
Put out the fire.
Mike exits. Sheryl lies back down, exhales in frustration.
37 EXT. TENT - FIVE CORNERS - NIGHT 37
Mike, now fully dressed, pours a bucket of water over the
campfire. In the background, bags hang from a tree (just as
Ranger Sam asked them to do.)
A smoldering mist of smoke is all that's left of the fire.
Mike drops the bucket, heads for the tent, when... He
suddenly stops, notices...
ON THE GROUND... A FRESH MUDDY FOOTPRINT. Mike compares his
boot to it. It's not the same size.
Mike surveys the area. All's quiet now. But an uneasy
feeling has crept back into his bones. Mike climbs back
inside the tent, zips it shut.
FADE TO BLACK.
38 EXT. FIVE CORNERS - SUNRISE 38
The sun peeks over the horizon and through the clouds. A
39 INT. TENT - DAY 39
Sheryl's eyes SNAP open. She's nestled comfortably in Mike's
arms. He's still asleep.
40 EXT. TENT - FIVE CORNERS - DAY 40
Sheryl, now dressed, towel in hand, bandana wrapped around
her hair, vomits behind some trees.
After, she takes a couple deep breaths, swishes some water in
her mouth. A beat later, she heads off.
41 EXT. LAKE - DAY 41
Sheryl stands on the lake's shore, checks a couple times over
both shoulders. Then, she takes her sweats and bandana off.
Lay them on top of her towel.
Sheryl, wearing only her locket, carefully steps into the
water... it's cold. But nevertheless her desire to feel
clean outweighs the temperature discomfort.
On her own little count to three... She dunks her head below
the water. As she drops out of sight, REVEAL--
ON LAND, IN THE DISTANCE... THE CONCEALED FIGURE STANDS ON
THE SHORE, WATCHES HER.
IN THE WATER... Sheryl POPS up, turns towards land and... THE
CONCEALED FIGURE is gone.
Sheryl comes back to land. She grabs her towel, dries her
hair and pats herself dry. She pulls on her sweatpants,
starts to tie her bandana around her head, and turns straight
into... THE CONCEALED FIGURE.
CLOSE ON - THE STEEL SICKLE/ AXE
SHERYL SCREAMS. The sound resonates over...
42 INT. TENT - DAY 42
Mike opens his eyes. Something woke him up, not exactly sure
what. He sits up and yawns, stretches his stiff body. He's
alone in the tent.
43 EXT. TENT - FIVE CORNERS - DAY 43
Mike, now dressed, stands behind a tree, takes a piss. He
shudders slightly. It's cold.
Mike finishes his business, grabs his water bottle and takes
a long drink. He peels off the bandage from his hand. It
looks fine today.
He looks around, but no sign of Sheryl.
44 EXT. LAKE - DAY 44
Mike walks up to the water, looks in both directions.
Nothing. A pang of concern registers.
He kneels down, cups some water and splashes it over his
face, hair. As he opens his eyes, he notices something.
In the wash of the waves, sparkling in the sunlight. It's
Sheryl's locket. The chain broken. He picks it up...
Mike looks around. He's completely alone. The blood drains
from his face. Mike pockets the necklace.
He starts into the water... did she drown? Just as he gets
OFF SCREEN: A SCREAM CRIES OUT!
Mike stops, turns back looking at the forest.
He hustles out of the water, heading for the woods.
45 EXT. WOODS NEAR STREAM - DAY 45
Mike hustles through the thick patch of trees and hits the
steep little slope. He flies up the slope but loses traction
and slips, BANGING his knee.
(Top of his lungs)
Mike pushes himself up, continues on.
46 EXT. WOODS NEAR STREAM #2 - DAY 46
Mike's really moving now. He scoots through the first patch
of trees and hustles down a slope.
47 EXT. CLEARING, TIMBER FALLS TRAIL - DAY 47
Mike emerges from the woods, drops into a clearing. Looking
POV OF MIKE - Has he been here before? It all looks the
same? Not even sure which direction he just came from.
Still nothing. Mike swallows. What to do now?
SMASH CUT TO:
48 EXT. WOODS #1 - OFF TIMBER FALLS TRAIL - DAY 48
TIGHT ON MIKE as he races through the trees. HIS LEGS
trample over rocks, dirt, shrubs. Then...
Mike TRIPS, falls down HARD. He lifts his forearm to reveal
BLOOD, SCRAPES and a LONG SHARP SPLINTER sticking out.
The sight of it almost makes Mike puke right then and there.
Mike grabs hold of the splinter, turns his head... takes
about a thousand short quick breaths and... PULLS THE
SPLINTER OUT! BLOOD SQUIRTS ACROSS HIS FACE.
He removes the GRAY BANDANA from his back pocket, wraps it
around his wound.
Mike lays back, stares up into the sky. Tries to catch his
breath, calm down. Then...
Faint sound of LAUGHTER.
Mike sits up. Again, faint sound of LAUGHTER.
Mike stands, takes a couple of steps toward the sound. MORE
LAUGHTER. Mike's got the scent, takes off in its direction.
49 EXT. WOODS #2, OFF TIMBER FALLS TRAIL - DAY 49
Mike follows the VOICES through a thick patch of trees. He
stops at the top and looks down.
POV OF MIKE - Walking along the main path, obscured by the
trees, is Darryl and Lonnie. They drink, LAUGH about
something. Lonnie carries some fishing poles.
Mike's about fifteen feet above them. He narrows his focus
MIKE'S POV - Darryl twirling something in his hand. It's
Sheryl's blue hikers' towel.
Mike turns red with fury. He looks back down...
MIKE'S POV - Darryl, a SHOTGUN slung around his shoulder.
Mike looks around and spots a large pointed stick lying near
a tree, parallel to him.
50 EXT. TIMBER FALLS TRAIL #4 - DAY 50
Darryl and Lonnie continue along, until...
OFF SCREEN: A LOUD CRACK.
Darryl stops, turns. Lonnie looks at Daryl.
What is it? Hear something?
Darryl holds his look into the woods, then...
Nah. It's nothing.
Suddenly, Mike LEAPS from behind a tree, WHACKS the surprised
Darryl across the face with the stick. Darryl drops like a
sack of potatoes.
Mike locks eyes with a terrified Lonnie.
Where is she!?
Lonnie pauses, frozen. He then takes off, disappearing
through the trees.
Darryl lies on the ground, MOANING. He pushes himself up to
his knees. BLOOD POURS from a fresh gash across his head.
Mike grabs Darryl's shotgun, aims at Darryl.
Whoa... take it easy.
Where is she?
Who? What the fuck you talking about?
What did you do to her?
I didn't fuckin' do nothing.
WHERE IS SHE?!
I don't know!
Mike CRACKS Darryl across THE JAW with the barrel.
You have Sheryl's towel...What the
fuck did you do to her?!
Darryl's a mess, his nose busted. He gags on blood and
teeth. Mike stares at the bloody desight that is Darryl.
Even Mike has to turn away for a moment for this. Then...
I foun' the towel.
You found it? That's you're fucking
story, you inbred fuck?!
(Points gun at Darryl's head)
Stop fucking lying or I will kill you!
Don' kill me...Please...I foun' it...
Up...Up the paf back `dere...just a
bit ago... fuckin'swear!
Mike's finger itches the trigger. He's turning red.
Breathing hard, heavy. Then... Mike relents. Lowers the
weapon, turns his back to Darryl, stares into the woods.
The tension fades for the moment. But only a moment.
Didn't think you had dat in you, city
(Looks at his shirt; the blood)
Shit... I just got dis shirt.
Darryl, while Mike is distracted, seizes his opportunity,
ANGLE ON - Darryl slides a POCKET KNIFE from his back pocket.
Damn shame you lost dat fine piece
o'ass. Something dat sweet don't
come'round every day. Even for pretty
folk like you.
Shut the fuck up.
ANGLE ON - Still concealed from Mike, Darryl opens the pocket
knife, the BLADE fully extended.
You best hope you find her'fore I do.
`cause I will enjoy tearing her ass
(Mike turns, faces Darryl)
And when I'm done there, I will cut
her eyeballs out and skull fuck her.
(Mike simmers to a boil)
Any luck, Brody's already beat me to
Mike takes a step towards Darryl, when... Darryl LUNGES OUT
AT MIKE, POCKET KNIFE IN HAND.
Darryl misses with his initial swipe, but it's enough to
knock Mike down, the shotgun falls to the side.
Darryl pins Mike to the ground, tries to dagger the knife
into him, but Mike grabs his wrist. They struggle. Darryl
PUSHES down, the knife INCHES CLOSER TO MIKE'S CHEST,
Mike HEAD-BUTTS Darryl, sending the skinny Hick off him.
Darryl rolls away in pain.
Mike scrambles, crawls for... the shotgun. He grabs it.
Darryl regroups, turns around, but is met with...
WHACK! MIKE bashes Darryl's face with the butt. This knocks
Darryl completely out.
Mike stands over Darryl. A beat. Then...
51 EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAY (2ND UNIT) 51
The morning fog has dissipated as streaks of sunlight pierce
the cloudy skies.
52 EXT. FIVE CORNERS - DAY 52
Mike arrives back at their campsite, shotgun in tow. He
freezes, completely floored.
Everything is gone. The tent, the backpacks, the mess kits,
everything. Even the fire pit.
Mike looks around, turning, looking...completely helpless.
He SNAPS open the shotgun - he's got two shells. He closes
it, heads back into the woods.
53 OMIT 53
54 EXT. WOODS #3, TIMBER FALLS TRAILS - DAY 54
Mike moves deeper into the woods. He's a mix of paranoia and
Mike pauses, catching his breath, when... A FEW BLOOD DROPS
OF BLOOD LAND ON HIS FACE. Mike wipes his face, looks at the
blood. What the fuck?
A couple more DROPS hit him. Mike LOOKS UP...
A MANGLED, MUTILATED DEER HANGS IN THE TREES, secured by
coarse thick ropes.
Mike takes a terrified step backwards, unaware... A FEW FEET
BEHIND HIM LAYS A RUSTED, STEEL BEAR TRAP.
Mike, still mesmerized by the blood and the deer, continues
backing up... getting closer to the bear trap... closer...
his foot HOVERS OVER THE CENTER OF THE TRAP...
SNAP! CRUNCH! MIKE STEPS IN THE TRAP, THE JAWS CHOMP DOWN
ON HIS LEG!
Mike SCREAMS IN AGONY! He drops to the ground, stares at his
leg, now a bloody mess of flesh and steel.
Mike writhes in pain on the ground. His eyes watering. The
pain UNBEARABLE. Then...
MIKE'S POV - Someone or thing appears, stepping from the
forest. They come closer. THE SUN BLASTS DIRECTLY BEHIND
The FIGURE keeping their identity hidden.
Mike's eyelids flutter, can't determine who/what it is. The
pain overwhelms him. He doesn't care any longer. Then...
Ida bends down next to Mike.
Michael, can you hear me? Michael...
Her words fade out. He promptly PASSES OUT.
CUT TO BLACK.
ON BLACK: A SHRIEKING WHISTLE SOUNDS.
55 INT. IDA'S CABIN - DAY 55
CLOSE ON - Mike's eyes SNAP open, dart side to side, blink.
REVEAL - Mike lays on a ragged couch. The place is dark and
dusty. A glance around...
Gaslights hang in the corners. A stack of logs rest next to
an old fireplace. Just off the main room is a kitchen
alcove, with a coal stove. On the stove a WHISTLING TEAPOT.
Mike's memory slowly comes back. He leans up when...
A sharp pain shoots through his body. Mike reaches for his
leg. The tourniquet conceals the damage. A damn towel is
wrapped around where the wound is. A bandage has replaced
the Gray Bandana on his arm.
Ida enters the cabin from the back door, into the kitchen.
She removes the teapot from the burner. The whistling stops.
Look who's up.
Where am I?
You're in my home, Michael. You gave
me quite a scare. I thought I lost
Ida grabs a wet wash cloth, wrings it out over a basin and
walks back to Mike.
Lucky the snap didn't break the bone,
just bruised it. I know that's of
little comfort now, but trust me, it's
a good thing. That dirty trap
however's prime for spreading
infection, need to finish cleaning out
that wound and then I'll get some
"evening primrose" in you. Same stuff
the Indian Tribes used it back in the
day to heal, well... just about
everything. So's do I.
Ida unwraps the tourniquet, examines the wound.
Try and relax.
Ida cleans the wound. Mike winces. He can't watch.
Thank you. For saving my life.
You don't have to thank me. Up here,
we take care of one another. That's
the only way any of us survive.
I'm sorry, but I don't know your name.
SHOOTING SCRIPT OCTOBER 17, 2006 44.
Oh for the sake of sunshine... how
rude a host am I? Name's Ida Foster.
Ida moves to the kitchen, grabs a mason jar with clear
liquid. It looks just like the jar Mike bought from Brody.
Ida, I need some help.
I'm moving as fast as I can, sweetie.
No, not me. It's Sheryl. My
girlfriend. You met her with me
yesterday. Something's happened to
her. She was gone this morning when I
woke up. I looked everywhere and I
couldn't find her. We need to call
someone. A Ranger. Somebody. We
need to find her right away. Do you
have a phone?
I'm sorry, but I don't. Never really
had use for one.
I do have a radio. We can call down
to base if you'd like.
Ida comes back to the couch.
After we take care of you.
I'm fine, Ida, please... if you could
You want to lose this leg? Cause
that's what you're risking. Soon as
we're done, I'll call. Okay?
Mike concedes. Ida hands a second rag to Mike.
Bite down on this... I ain't gonna
lie... Lotta pain about to hit you
Mike puts the rag in his mouth. Ida dips the used cloth in
the moonshine. He closes his eyes TIGHT, and... Ida applies
the moonshine to the wound.
Mike SCREAMS through the cloth.
It's okay. It's almost over.
Ida repeats. Mike SCREAMS again. His eyes water.
Ida offers her palm. Mike opens his mouth. The cloth falls
into her hand.
Mike BREATHES HEAVILY, coming down from the pain.
Ida crosses to the kitchen, disposes of the two wash cloths
and grabs a larger towel. She walks back to Mike and wraps
his calf with the towel.
We'll get some of that primrose in you
and you'll be good as new.
Ida? The radio. Please... Can you
call down please?
I'll take care of it right now.
Ida heads to a closed door on the far side of the room. She
opens and enters, sure to close the door behind her.
Mike relaxes, as best he can anyway. Until...
Ida, you in there?!
MIKE'S POV - Through a small slit in the drapes, Brody waits
Ida exits the room, heads for the door.
He's looking for me.
I think he had something to do with
Sheryl going missing.
I'll take care of it.
Ida, lemme in!
Ida helps Mike stand, re-directs him to the kitchen alcove.
He winces all the way. She leans him up against the near
wall so that he is out of view of the door.
Ida goes to the front door, opens it halfway, revealing an
agitated Brody, shotgun in hand.
Suspicious, Brody tries to peek past Ida into the cabin. She
What took you so long?
What do you want, Brody?
I'm looking for a man hiker.
This "man hiker" alone or wit someone?
He had a lady friend, but... I'm just
looking for him now.
ON MIKE - Listening nervously.
Well, I ain't seen no one in days.
Brody glares at her. She glares right back. Brody again
tries to see past her into the cabin, but she blocks him.
What'd he do you for anyway?
He busted Darryl's face in with a
shotgun. Left him a mess of blood and
teeth. Nearly killed him.
You spot anyone you don't know, you be
sure to find me.
Brody eyeballs Ida one last time, then leaves. Ida watches
him go, closes the door and heads to the alcove.
He's gone. Brody and those boys are a
pain in the backside. I'm sure that
cousin of his had it coming.
Ida leads Mike back to the couch.
What did the Ranger say? Does he need
to speak to me? When is he coming?
Ida heads back to the kitchen, grabs a mug and pours hot
water into it. She dishes a small spoonful of yellow powder
into the hot water.
Sorry, I wasn't able to reach anyone.
Ida stirs the powder in as she walks back to Mike.
Please don't take the Lord's name in
vain in this house.
She GLARES LONG, COLD and HARD at Mike, until...
Ida hands him the steaming mug. Mike's mind races.
Something's not right.
I'm sure they're just on rounds and
will be back any minute. We'll try
them again and we'll find Sheryl.
You'll see. She probably just took a
wrong turn up here, ended up in the
middle of "don't know where." Happens
lots of times.
(Looks to the mug)
Please drink up, Michael, it will make
you feel better.
Mike holds the mug, stares at the drink. He puts it to his
lips but then stops, looks at Ida. She stares at him.
Unnerved by the stare, Mike lowers the mug without sipping.
How did you know my name?
Michael. You keep calling me Michael.
You did it just now. You did before,
just after I woke up. You called me
Michael. Nobody calls me Michael.
I'm sure you're mistaken. You musta
told me before.
No, I would have told you "Mike."
Only my grandmother, who's dead, ever
called me Michael.
Well, how else could I have known your
ANGLE ON - IDA'S BOOTS.
SHOOTING SCRIPT OCTOBER 17, 2006 49.
On my driver's license and credit
cards, it says Michael. If you stole
my wallet from the campsite... that's
how you'd have known.
You're accusing me of stealing your
wallet? I saved your life. Twice.
Why would I steal your wallet?
(Mike doesn't respond)
Now, just drink your primrose...
Fuck the primrose!
Mike TOSSES the mug across the room. It SHATTERS.
Mike lifts himself up. Despite the pain, he heads for the
room Ida went in to make the radio call.
Where do you think you're going?
I want to call the Ranger myself.
Ida springs to her feet, jumps in front of Mike.
I'm getting in that room, Ida.
Mike maneuvers around her, when... Ida grabs the iron fire
poker by the stove, holds it like a baseball bat.
I can't let you in there.
Mike takes a step forward. Ida SWINGS the poker. Nearly
hits Mike. Mike jukes left, she SWINGS again. Misses.
Where is Sheryl, Ida? She's in that
room, isn't she?
You sinners are all alike. I heard
you last night. Spitting in the face
of the Lord and his laws. Dining on
the sins of the flesh.
FLASH BACK TO:
56 EXT. TENT - FIVE CORNERS - LAST NIGHT 56
Inside the tent, Mike and Sheryl make love. Their campfire
still burns. Suddenly...
A SHADOW creeps into frame. Then a BOOT.
REVEAL: IDA STANDS OUTSIDE THE TENT.
57 INT. IDA'S CABIN - DAY 57
Suddenly, Ida appears in a new light...
You and your bitch whore girlfriend
will atone for your sins.
Mike LUNGES forward, grabs hold of the poker before Ida can
swing it again.
THEY STRUGGLE, CRASH UP AGAINST THE WALL! The poker falls to
Ida JUMPS on Mike's back, wraps her arms around his throat.
Mike spins Ida around in circles, then SLAMS Ida up against
the wall. The two fall to the floor.
Mike pushes himself up, but before he can get away...
IDA GRABS HOLD OF HIS BEAR TRAP WOUND, SQUEEZES!
MIKE SCREAMS IN AGONY! Instinctively, Mike kicks Ida in the
face, boot to nose. Ida's head snaps back, then falls face
first on the floorboard.
Mike is PANTING, glances at Ida. She's out cold.
Mike pushes himself up, limps to the door. He grabs the
handle, PUSHES IT OPEN...
58 INT. SEWING ROOM, IDA'S CABIN - DAY 58
Mike enters to find a sewing machine, some yarn, an antique
radio, but more importantly, No Sheryl. He steps over to the
radio, when he notices...
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AN INCH THICK LAYER OF DUST COVERS THE RADIO. He swipes it
with his finger. This thing hasn't been used in years.
Mike turns, steps on a throw-rug laying in the center of the
floor... HIS FOOT SINKS a little. Mike tests the floor board
again. It's RICKETY. He pulls the rug out...
REVEAL: A TRAP DOOR. Mike grabs the latch, lifts it open.
59 INT. TRAP DOOR STAIRCASE 59
FROM BELOW... Looking up past a weathered, worn and wooden
staircase up at Mike.
Carefully, Mike makes his way down the steps, into...
60 INT. CHAPEL - CABIN BASEMENT - DAY 60
Religious artifacts, lots of them. Crosses, photos of Jesus,
statues of Mary, etc. Don the walls, shelves... everywhere.
On the far side of the room... like an altar shrine... NINE
LARGE GLASS JARS FILLED WITH LIQUID...
INSIDE EACH JAR - HUMAN FETUSES, all in various stages of
development and DEFORMITY. Each jar is labelled with their
own individual bronze nameplate (#1, MATTHEW... #2, JOHN...
#3, PETER... #4, LUKE, etc...).
THE LAST JAR - The fetus is closest to term, maybe 8 months
along). The nameplate reads, "TIMOTHY."
Mike, completely freaked out, backpedals, bumps into AN IRON
DOOR. He turns the handle, opens it...
61 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 61
It's pitch black as Mike opens the door. Next to the door, a
light switch... He flips it ON.
Sounding like small gunshots, a series of overhead lights
TURN ON illuminating a long, narrow, curved hallway. At the
far end... THREE DOORS. (RECOGNIZE THIS FROM THE OPENING
SCENE.) A sound. It's distant, muffled...indistinguishable.
Mike stirs, hearing the faint, muted sound from the end of
Mike staggers, leans against the wall for support. He's
woozy, but determined. He proceeds down the hall, towards
Just as Mike passes underneath a light... POP! THE LIGHTS
EXPLODES. SPARKS, GLASS SHOWER onto Mike. As he brushes
A SCREAM cries out.
Mike moves faster, reaches the end of the hallway, faces the
door. He turns the knob, pushes it open, and...
62 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 62
Mike steps into the room, the light from the hall SPILLS INTO
THE ROOM, falls across...
Sheryl, tied to a beam that extends from the ceiling to the
floor, a coarse rope secures a gag in her mouth. She's
bruised with a lot of nicks and scratches.
Sheryl and Mike's eyes lock. Euphoria, pain all at once.
Oh my God.
Mike runs to her, touches her face. He checks the ropes
tying Sheryl. They're very secure.
I need something to cut you down,
Sheryl tries to motion to the other side of the room.
Mike follows her gaze... Searching wildly... scanning the
room... a tool bench... tools... TOOLS!
ON A TOOL BENCH - A litany of the conventional and
unconventional. A hammer, screw drivers, axes, a FLASHLIGHT,
then, finally... in the middle of bunch... A HUNTER'S KNIFE.
Mike grabs the knife, hobbles back to Sheryl. He slides the
blade between her cheek and the rope, SLICES. Several tense
moments later... the rope breaks.
Mike tosses the rope and gag away. They kiss.
Are you okay?
Get me out of here. Hurry.
Mike starts cutting the ropes around her wrists.
He'll be back soon.
OFF SCREEN: A LOUD THUD resounds. Where did it come from?
Not wanting or waiting to find out, Mike doubles the effort.
Come on, come on, come on...
SNAP! Finally, the ropes tear. Sheryl's free. Just as...
ALL THE LIGHTS SIMULTANEOUSLY GO OUT. COMPLETE AND TOTAL
DARKNESS SURROUND THE YOUNG COUPLE. Sheryl lets rip a short,
but loud SCREAM. Mike quickly silences her.
BREATHING INTENSIFIES. Mike and Sheryl take refuge in each
other's arms. Then...
Mike remembers... on the tool bench... THE FLASHLIGHT. He
feels around for the bench, when... WHACK.
He banged his injured leg on something.
What are you doing?
Mike reaches the tool bench, feels around. Finds it.
Mike TURNS ON THE FLASHLIGHT. The beam CUTS through the
darkness and onto...
The Concealed Figure, stands face to face with Mike
brandishing his axe/sickle.
The Concealed Figure swings the axe/sickle, slices Mike
across the forearm. BLOOD SPRAYS ACROSS THE FLOOR.
Mike YELPS in pain, drops the flashlight and knife.
But Sheryl freezes.
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He comes at Mike again, but... he eludes the attack.
Mike grabs the flashlight, the only weapon within his reach,
and SWINGS, STRIKING THE CONCEALED FIGURE IN THE KNEE, he
drops to the ground.
The Concealed Figure grabs Mike by the throat, runs him as
hard and fast as he can against a wall!
Sheryl's frozen in fear.
He SQUEEZES his throat harder, tighter. Mike can't breathe.
Mike smacks the Concealed Figure in the face, squirms, all to
no avail, until...
Mike JAMS his THUMB INTO HIS EYE. He SCREAMS, DROPS Mike.
They both fall to the floor.
The fallen flashlight's beam illuminates Sheryl backed in the
Get the fuck out of here! Now!
Finally Sheryl runs out of the room...
63 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 63
Sheryl feels her way out by touching the wall...
64 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 64
As the Concealed Figure writhes in pain...
Mike catches his breath, attempts to stand, only... his body
buckles under the pain.
He throws a look to the Figure, then crawls over to the tool
bench. He pulls himself up using the bench for support. He
haphazardly feels for a weapon... any weapon.
He grabs a hammer, turns and...
The Figure grabs Mike's wrist, then HEAD-BUTTS MIKE between
the eyes. He falls to the floor. Out cold.
The Concealed Figure holds his injured eye with one hand,
grabs the SICKLE/AXE with the other.
65 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 65
Sheryl reaches the iron door, but stops. Looks back into the
Still no answer. Then... Sheryl spots the light switch,
FLIPS IT... THE LIGHTS SNAP ON!
Suddenly, THE CONCEALED FIGURE APPEARS OUT OF THE DARKNESS!
HE LUNGES FOR SHERYL, but misses. She runs through the door,
66 INT. CHAPEL - IDA'S CABIN - DAY 66
... Sheryl rushes into the room, but trips on something.
When she gets up, the first thing she sees... THE FETUS JARS!
She coughs violently, almost pukes. She stumbles, hurries up
the trap door steps...
A moment later...
The Concealed Figure pops through the iron door. For the
first time we see the Concealed Figure wholly...
THIS IS DEACON. Half his body scarred, burned. He stands
well over six feet tall, muscles rippling everywhere. A
He peers up the trap door steps, pursues Sheryl...
67 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - DAY 67
Sheryl BURSTS through the front door, running for the woods.
Deacon exits the cabin, spots Sheryl. Runs after her.
68 EXT. WOODS #4 - TIMBER FALLS TRAIL - DAY 68
SHERYL runs as fast as she can. Breaking branches in her
way, leaping rocks. Anything to get away from...
DEACON follows. This is his terrain, turf. He moves quickly
and efficiently through the brush.
SHERYL looks back, and as she does... trips over some tree
roots. She falls FACE FIRST INTO A GIANT PUDDLE. She pushes
herself out of the puddle. She's soaked, but doesn't stop.
She resumes running.
DEACON... closing the gap.
SHERYL, confused, scared and lost, looks around wildly. Has
no idea where she's going. Then suddenly she hears
something. She looks down a slight hill...
SHERYL'S POV - A RANGER TRUCK drives along a gravel road.
Thank you God...
(At the top of her lungs)
Sheryl darts down the hill, and falls out onto...
69 I/E RANGER TRUCK/ GRAVEL MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY 69
The RANGER TRUCK SLAMS on the brakes, inches from running
over Sheryl. She SLAMS her arms down on the hood.
Clyde, startled beyond belief, looks out at Sheryl. He gets
out of the car, goes to her. She HUGS Clyde tightly, starts
crying. He looks at her... the blood, cuts, etc.
Oh my stars, what happened to you?
(Out of breath)
You have to help me. I was kidnapped.
My boyfriend came... And this man's
chasing me. He's chasing me right
Calm down. I can't make heads or
tails of what you're saying.
He's coming. He's right behind me.
Clyde looks up into the woods from where Sheryl came, but...
all's peaceful at the moment. No Deacon.
Look, miss, there's no one there.
Oh my God, Mike.
ANGLE FROM DOWN THE PATH - Clyde, his back to us, consoles
Sheryl. Deacon steps into frame. Sickle/Axe in hand. He
starts toward Clyde and Sheryl.
It's going to be fine, Miss. I
promise you. Everything's going to be
Sheryl pries her face from Clyde's chest.
SHERYL'S POV - Deacon's five feet behind Clyde and closing.
SHERYL SCREAMS. CLYDE HOLDS ONTO SHERYL.
Off her look, Clyde turns... DEACON AND CLYDE STAND FACE TO
FACE. The moment's frozen. For too long.
Something's not right.
Deacon, what's going on? How the heck
did she escape?
Sheryl looks at Clyde, in shock. Deacon lowers his head,
Want something done, gotta do it
Clyde removes a black, wooden club from his belt... Sheryl
turns, about to run, when... CLYDE CRACKS HER ACROSS THE
BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE CLUB.
CUT TO BLACK.
70 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - DAY 70
SHERYL'S POV - OUT OF FOCUS, WOBBLY. LIGHTS, a rainbow of
FUZZY COLORS DANCE BEFORE US. Slowly, bring into focus...
Sheryl coughs, gags on something.
SHERYL'S POV - She lifts her arms to discover her wrists are
tied together tightly.
SHERYL'S POV - Ida enters the room carrying something.
Sheryl's breath quickens. Ida walks right up to Sheryl. She
places a FLOWER WREATH in her hair, adjusts it to fit.
Perfect. Just perfect. You are
lovely as a summer's day.
(Checks her watch)
It's almost time.
Sheryl catches her REFLECTION in a small wall mirror.
71 INT. CHAPEL - DAY 71
ANGLE ON - A ROPE looped through a hook in the ceiling.
FOLLOW THE ROPE DOWN... PASS A PAIR OF BLOODY AND BRUISED
HANDS, WRISTS... keep going... end on Mike.
Mike's passed out. He dangles in the middle of the room. He
wears an old, moth-eaten sports jacket and slacks. A rope
gags his mouth.
ANGLE ON - the SICKLE/AXE. As it moves towards Mike...
Deacon, a black ring surrounds his injured eye, steps in
front of Mike, holds the blade CENTIMETERS from Mike's eye.
An eye for an eye?
Mike wakes and... immediately freaks out. He tries to shake
loose, but can't. Deacon stares at him, but...
Clyde enters. He wears a long garment around his neck,
carries a bible.
That's enough. Get him ready.
Deacon backs off. He undoes a slipknot on the far wall,
which causes Mike to come CRASHING to the floor. Deacon
lifts Mike to his feet, positions him.
It's only now Mike gets a gander at the room.
The FETUS JARS adorn the far wall. There's a giant WOODEN
CROSS hanging over a makeshift altar. CANDLES anywhere and
An old phonograph, one that you CRANK to play, rests in the
corner. Clyde places the needle down on a record, CRANKS THE
WHEEL. The MUSIC kicks in, CLASSICAL RELIGIOUS... It's
hollow, full of static and futz.
Mike watches... HIS EYES OPEN WIDE, as...
The iron door slowly CREAKS open.
ANGLE ON - A FILTHY PAIR OF WHITE DRESS SHOES. Ropes secure
the ankles so movement's limited to inches at a time.
Shimmying into the room, wearing a dusty, old wedding dress
and a flower wreath in her hair is Sheryl. Her wrists still
bound. Her mouth gagged.
Mike and Sheryl take each other in. Tears spring to Sheryl's
eyes. She takes another jerky step closer.
Ida is visible behind her, guides her towards Mike. She
positions her next to him so that both face the altar.
Clyde glances to Ida who silences the music.
And Jesus answered and said unto them,
"Each man should have his own wife,
and each woman her own husband. The
husband should fulfill his marital
duty to his wife, and likewise the
wife to her husband."
And so, in the presence of our Lord
Jesus Christ, I ask you Michael... and
you Sheryl, do you accept the sacred
covenant of marriage?
Mike and Sheryl stare at Clyde. Neither flinch.
Clyde glances to Deacon, who immediately steps forward,
touches the sickle blade to Sheryl's throat.
I'll ask again... Do you accept this
covenant of marriage?
Sheryl nods immediately. Mike nods too.
Clyde signals for Deacon to step back. He obeys.
Then by the power vested in me, I
pronounce you man and wife.
Clyde signals to Ida.
Ida removes Sheryl's graduation ring from her finger. She
then slides TWO TARNISHED GOLD BANDS, one on Sheryl's finger,
the other on Mike's.
Clyde unties the rope securing Mike's gag in his mouth,
Why are you doing this? We did
nothing to you people. Let us go!
You may kiss the bride.
You fucking people are fucking sick!
Clyde's temper flares...
(Stern and cold)
Do not use that type of language in
this house again. Now... kiss the
(Gestures to Deacon)
... he'll cut off your lips.
Mike stares in horror at Clyde, turns to Sheryl.
I love you.
Mike kisses her briefly on the cheek.
Clyde smiles satisfied, nods to Deacon. He immediately lifts
Sheryl up and throws her over his shoulder.
What are you doing?
Deacon carries her from the room. Sheryl CRIES.
LET HER GO! SHERYL!
Let her go!...Please, let her go!
Clyde pulls the ropes, hoists Mike back into a dangling
position. He secures the knot before exiting the room.
Please. Don't hurt her. Whatever it
is you want, I'll give it to you.
I know you will.
She stuffs the gag in, secures it in place with the rope.
She ties the knot. Perfect.
Ida exits the room. Mike is alone.
Mike tries to yank his hands through the knot. His wrists
and hands turn red, his face is flushed...the knot is too
tight. He stops.
Mike takes a breath and tries again. His face and hands are
beet red. He pulls and pulls...but the rope doesn't budge.
Mike exhales. It's no use. He dangles there, helpless.
72 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 72
Resting under the FULL MOON, sits the cabin.
72 A INT. CHAPEL - NIGHT 72 A
Mike still dangles by his wrists. Clyde enters.
Clyde unties the end of the rope on the floor. The rope
UNFURLS, Mike DROPS to the ground.
Clyde picks him up, sits him in a nearby chair. Mike's
wrists, ankles and mouth still bound and gagged.
Gonna untie your mouth, now. Have a
little "man to man" talk.
Clyde undoes the gag in Mike's mouth.
Please... It's not too late. Let us
go. We won't tell anyone.
How well do you know your bible,
Jesus Fucking Christ...
Clyde SLAPS Mike across the face.
I told you before to watch that mouth,
Clyde PUNCHES him, not once, but twice. He readies a third.
Mike spits some blood on the floor. Nods.
I'll ask again... how well do you know
That's okay. It's fine. That's why I
am here... teach you the way things
are and the way they should be.
73 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - NIGHT 73
Sheryl sits in a chair in the middle of the room. Still
gagged. She wears a new outfit. A handmade dress with a
small crest embroidered over the heart. IT'S SIMILAR TO THE
ONE WORN BY SARAH (GIRL FROM THE OPENING SCENE OF FILM).
Ida pulls tight the rope securing her wrists to the arms of
the chair. Satisfied.
I'll be right back.
Ida exits the room. Deacon stands by the door. He and
Sheryl alone together.
Sheryl tries not to make eye contact.
Deacon stares at her. Longingly.
DEACON'S POV - On Sheryl's chest, expanding and contracting
with every breath.
ON DEACON - SLOWLY PUSH INTO TIGHT CLOSE UP
DEACON'S POV - Sheryl, a heavenly glow encircles her (and her
gag mysteriously gone), turns to Deacon. A look of calm and
lust in her eyes.
I want you, Deacon.
(Jump Cut to...)
I want you to fuck me. Hard.
ON DEACON - His stare deepens.
Sheryl, the heavenly glow gone, her gag back in place.
Watches Deacon. She squirms, cries.
74 INT. CHAPEL - NIGHT 74
Clyde sits in a chair next to Mike.
Lord knows the will of a man gets
tested. Cruelly most times. But the
righteous persevere. They do what
needs to be done, even though they
don't want to. It's what makes a man,
a man. Let me tell you the story of
Judas, he was one of Jesus's apostles.
Judas led Roman Soldiers to the
capture and eventual death of our Lord
Jesus Christ. And now, is supposedly
seated next to Satan, his soul burning
in hell forever for this sin. But I
don't believe that's the case. I have
my own theory. The death of Jesus was
predicted thousands of years before
Judas ever came along. And for the
prophecy to be fulfilled, Jesus had to
die. If he didn't, the gates of
heaven couldn't be opened for mankind.
I don't think, for an instant, Judas
wanted to be the one, but... someone
had to. Judas helped Jesus, so Jesus
could die for our sins. Save us all.
And I believe at this moment... Judas
is in heaven, despite his sin, because
it led to the greater good.
Relations prior to marriage is a sin.
You and Sheryl are sinners in the
Lord's eyes. And because of those
sins, your souls are damned. But Ida
and Me, we're gonna give you a chance
to save your souls and do the right
thing, but... as previously stated,
you will need to persevere and show
the strength and will of your
character. But you'll do it. Because
that's what needs to be done.
Mike stares unflinching at Clyde.
75 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - NIGHT 75
Deacon kneels before Sheryl who tries to move, but can't.
ANGLE ON - Deacon lays his scarred hand on Sheryl's thigh.
Sheryl squirms, but that's all she can do. Then...
Deacon jumps up, backs off.
You get away from her. Git! Now!
Ida sets a tray she was carrying down, chases Deacon from the
room. She shuts the door behind him.
I'm sorry about that, Sugar. My
brother, he's not well.
She retrieves the tray, brings it over closer to Sheryl.
It's not all his fault. Our father
wasn't very Christian and then there
was the accident. Along with the
scarring, lost use of his vocals.
Can't speak a lick. Now, I've spoken
to him. What happened with the others
won't happen to you. He's promised me
What others? What did he do?
I'm gonna take that out of your mouth
now. I brought you some tea, got some
primrose in it. Help you relax, get
some rest. Okay?
Ida unties the gag in Sheryl's mouth. She coughs a few
times. Ida raises the mug of tea to her lips...
Please don't do this. Please let me
go. Please..I just want to go home.
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Drink the tea.
Ida brings the mug to her lips again, pours some in Sheryl's
mouth. She swallows a big gulp.
That's better. Good girl.
I almost forgot to ask... How does it
feel being married?
Why are you doing this?
I thought you'd be happy about that.
All I ever wanted out of life was two
things... to be married and to have a
baby. The Lord blessed me with Clyde
and I thank Him every day for that.
Ida pours some more tea into Sheryl.
But having a baby's been...
76 INT. CHAPEL - NIGHT 76
Clyde walks over to the fetus jars. Stares at them. A
sadness in his eyes.
She can conceive fine... just...
can't seem to make it all the way
through. Timothy was the toughest...
Made it to month eight.
ANGLE ON - The "Timothy" Fetus jar. The most developed of
City Doctor had some fancy mumbo-jumbo
words for the condition.
(Beat; turns to Mike)
Breaks my heart every time. That
woman was born to be a mother. It's
her calling in life. Just like you
and Sheryl have a calling.
What exactly do you want from us?
The IRON DOOR FLIES OPEN, Deacon emerges, stands over Mike.
77 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - NIGHT 77
Sheryl sways back and forth. Her EYELIDS heavy. The
primrose "kicking in."
Ida places her hand on Sheryl's cheek.
You're young, strong... It's gonna be
easy for you. Not like me.
You're gonna have a baby, Sheryl.
78 INT. HALLWAY - CABIN BASEMENT - NIGHT 78
Deacon drags Mike down the hall. Clyde follows.
79 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - NIGHT 79
The door to the room FLIES OPEN. Deacon drags Mike inside,
Clyde right behind them.
To Mike's horror...
Oh my God...
Sheryl lies unconscious on top of the table, Ida by her side.
ANGLE ON SHERYL - Each of her limbs tied down with heavy
rope. Her legs are spread apart.
What have you done to her?
She'll be out for hours, but she's
Ida'll come back in a little bit,
check to see that the deed has been
done. If it hasn't...the next time
you see your little lady...a piece of
her will be missing.
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Don't test us on that one.
Now, we know conception's not
automatic. So don't feel like all the
pressure's on right now. We're
prepared to do this however long it
takes. You give us the effort each
time, eventually the magic will
You're out of your fucking minds.
Clyde grabs Mike's wrist, turns over his palm. Clyde takes a
knife from his belt, SLICES MIKE'S PALM.
MIKE SCREAMS. BLOOD POURS FROM THE WOUND.
What did I tell you about the
Ida grabs a fresh rag, wraps Mike's hand in it.
Deacon will be right outside that
door. The only door. This room has
no windows and is buried twenty feet
below ground. Cutting to the chase...
there's no way out and you can scream
yourself hoarse, no one will hear you.
We'll let you have your privacy now.
Oh, almost forgot.
Ida goes to the corner where the phonograph sits. She cranks
the handle, places the needle on the record.
The record crackles, Pachelbel's "Canon" fills the room.
Deacon, Clyde and Ida exit. They SHUT and LOCK the door
80 INT. HALLWAY - CABIN BASEMENT - NIGHT 80
Deacon stands by the door. Ida and Clyde, holding hands,
walk towards the stairs...
It's gotta work this time.
(Beat; he doesn't...)
Promise me, Clyde.
Clyde wraps his arm around Ida's shoulder, comforting her.
81 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 81
Mike makes his way to the table, to Sheryl. He pulls himself
to his feet.
He takes Sheryl in. She looks peaceful. He runs his good
hand through her hair. Tears roll down his cheeks.
Mike checks each of Sheryl's ropes. They are all tightly
Mike haphazardly checks every nook and cranny of the room.
But Clyde was right. No way out.
Mike stares at the phonograph... HE KICKS IT OFF THE TABLE,
KICKS AND BASHES IT TO PIECES.
VFX: Mike's breathing INTENSIFIES. PUSH INTO TIGHT CLOSE
UP... His world is not caving in, it's already caved.
82 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT TO DAY (SPLINTER UNIT) 82
TIME LAPSE... The night sky rapidly changes from black to
blue. The Sun RISES...
83 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - DAY 83
Sheryl's head falls to the side, bumps the table. She wakes.
She finds Mike is passed out sitting in a chair, his hand
The door UNBOLTS, FLIES open.
Mike comes to and glances up as Deacon storms into the room,
drags him out screaming.
84 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 84
Ida stands just outside the doorway, lets them pass. She
slides some surgical gloves on, shuts the door behind her.
ANGLE ON - SHERYL as the door SHUTS.
85 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 - DAY 85
Mike, without his shirt, hangs by his wrists from iron
shackles secured to the ceiling. (He's hooked up the same
way the Young Man was in the opening scene of the story.)
Deacon secures the last of the restraints. Clyde enters,
walks straight up to Mike...
Was I at all unclear yesterday?
Did you understand what was expected
Yes, but... How do you expect...
Clearly you did not understand. You
did not even attempt relations last
What you're asking to do is sick.
You didn't have a problem when
penetration was a sin, but when it's
your wife, it's sick?!? Unbelievable.
Clyde glares angrily at Mike, then heads to the door.
You knew the rules, Michael. I warned
you. Now, Deacon, here, will remind
Mike turns to Deacon, who stands over the tool bench. DOZENS
of sharp instruments of torture lay before him.
Clyde shuts the door on Mike.
86 INT. MAIN ROOM - CABIN - DAY 86
Clyde shuts the door. Ida waits, helps him with his coat.
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I'm going to be late for work.
Be home at the regular time?
Clyde removes a set of keys from his pocket... NOTICE THE
BOSTON RED SOX KEY CHAIN... They're Mike's keys.
Might be a bit late. I have an errand
that needs attending to.
Clyde kisses Ida, exits.
87 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 - DAY 87
Deacon stands by the TOOL BENCH, his back to Mike. Deacon
grabs several different SCARY INSTRUMENTS OF TORTURE, tests
Mike tries to see what he's doing. HORRIBLE SOUNDS, METAL
STRIKING METAL, BLADES SHARPENING, ETC.
Deacon finally selects a weapon, turns around...
Mike stares at Deacon who holds a CAT-O'-NINE TAILS in his
hand. Deacon walks behind Mike...
You don't have to do this. Come on.
Deacon pulls his arm back, WHIPS MIKE ACROSS THE BACK.
MIKE SCREAMS IN AGONY.
88 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - DAY 88
Sheryl hears MIKE'S SCREAMS, but she's in a predicament of
Sheryl's tied to chair. Her hand is secured to table top.
She can't move it. Fingers separated.
What are they doing to him?
You should concern yourself with
what's about to happen to you.
Ida opens a SEWING BOX, but instead of needles and yarn, she
removes a CLEAVER.
Sheryl looks at the cleaver, then... to her hand... the pinky
finger separated and immobile.
What are you doing, Ida?
You think you're so much smarter than
me, don't you?
Yes you do. Admit it'cause I can see
it in your eyes, darling. With your
fancy schools and job and such.
You think you are better than me.
No, I don't.
Yes she does.
Might surprise you, but I was quite
the student back in the day. Straight
A's. Every subject'cept for Science.
Infuriated me how they tried to
explain away the Lord's creations.
Our teacher, Mr. Billings, once
said... in the future, humans won't be
born with a pinky finger'cause of
Of all the... I shouted, "No! We are
created in the Lord's image... not
some nonsensical theory by Darwind."
Sheryl stares at Ida, terrified would be an understatement.
I suppose Mr. Billings and Mr. Darwind
can stand up and cheer, because you,
little lady... you're about to
89 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 - DAY 89
Mike dangles... HIS BACK CUT, BRUISED AND BLOODY.
No more. Please. No more.
Deacon faces Mike, looks him square in the eyes. He walks
back to the tool bench, lays the whipping device down.
Mike breathes a touch easier, until...
Deacon reappears, A JAR OF MOONSHINE in his hands. He dips
one of his scarred fingers into the liquid and GENTLY touches
a wound on Mike's body.
The liquid stings. Mike WINCES.
What are you going to do with that?
ANGLE ON - MIKE'S BACK.
90 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - DAY 90
ANGLE ON - SHERYL'S PINKY.
Ida sits next to Sheryl. She raises the cleaver...
Please Ida, don't. Don't do this.
You think I want to hurt a pretty
thing like you? Pains me, but...
until you and your husband obey, my
hands, much like yours, are tied.
I know about your condition, Ida.
It's not your fault. There are a lot
of women that can't carry a baby full
term. I know how much you're hurting.
Ida takes her attention from the finger, starts to pay
attention to Sheryl.
You don't know anything about me or
what I've gone through.
I'm here for you now. I'll help you.
Ida stares at Sheryl... debating...
91 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 91
Deacon SPLASHES THE ENTIRE JAR OF MOONSHINE ON MIKE'S BACK.
A BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAM RINGS OUT.
92 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 92
Ida and Sheryl turn in the direction of the SCREAM. This
seems to bring Ida back from wherever she was, back to the
matter at hand...
Ida looks into Sheryl's tear-filled eyes.
You can help... by following the
Ida CHOPS off Sheryl's pinky finger. Sheryl SCREAMS.
ANGLE ON - SHERYL'S PINKY FINGER HITS THE FLOOR.
93 EXT. SWAMP - DAY 93
The SUN burns overhead.
Clyde stands on the banks of a algae covered swamp. He
stares out, nervously watching.
Brody, in his beat-up Pick-up truck, pulls to a stop. Exits
the truck, approaches Clyde.
I stopped by your place the other day.
So have you seen or heard anything
about that man hiker?
In fact I have. I saw him and his
When was this?
Yesterday. Just before dusk.
Believe what you want.
Clyde looks out at the swamp, then back to Brody, who never
stopped staring at Clyde.
I saw their car last night in the
parking lot at base. So they didn't
leave, "Just before dusk."
Well, I was down at base this
morning... car's gone now.
Something don't feel right here,
Clyde. Between you and Ida...
I don't have time for this...
He starts to walk away, but Brody grabs his wrist tightly.
Take your hand off me, Brody.
What do you know about that hiker you
ain't telling me?
Brody waits a beat, then lets him go.
I told you, Brody... I saw them
leave. Let it go.
Brody watches Clyde head off. He's even more paranoid now
than before. What Brody doesn't notice...
ANGLE ON THE SWAMP... Just below the water, sinking, the
outline of the back of the Passat.
94 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT (SPLINTER UNIT) 94
DARKNESS envelops the cabin. A coyote HOWLS.
95 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - NIGHT 95
Sheryl on table, unconscious. Her hand/finger bandaged.
THE DOOR'S THROWN OPEN... Deacon throws Mike roughly to
floor. He's tied per usual.
NOTICE: the back of Mike's shirt SOAKED in blood.
How do you expect me to do this? Like
Do we need to provide you with some
You wouldn't want to put that lovely
bride of yours through a day like she
had today again, now would you?
You'll never get away with this. We
have friends and family. They know
where we went. They'll come looking
for us. They'll find us!
That may very well be... but they
won't find your car.
Clyde dangles the keys - HIS KEYS - in front of Mike.
Deacon, Clyde and Ida leave.
THE DOOR BOLTS, LOCKS.
Mike limps over to Sheryl, he sees her bandaged hand.
Oh baby, what did they do to you? I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry.
(Without moving, barely
Are they gone?
Yeah. You're awake?
Their entire conversation is no louder than a whisper.
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Sheryl turns to face Mike... They kiss.
I didn't swallow that shit she gave
Sheryl spies the back of his jersey in a mirror's reflection.
Oh my God. Mike...
It's okay. I'm okay.
You're not okay. We're not okay.
What are we gonna do?
I don't know.
Sheryl takes a moment. Thinks carefully about how exactly to
phrase this... Then...
Maybe... we should just give them
what they want?
If it stops them from hurting you and
me... maybe we should...
Absolutely not. No fucking way.
Forget the fact, that the moment you
get pregnant, they'll kill me. Then
the moment you give birth, you're
dead. Beyond both of those reasons...
ain't no fucking way I am going to
give them our child.
Tears POUR from Sheryl.
For all my coward marriage moments...
I've thought about our child. Is that
stupid? I picture what he'll be
Wishful thinking. I picture your
heart... your eyes... And I picture
us, raising him. Growing old with
No. Ain't no fucking way I'm going to
give him to them. They keep talking
about sins... that would be the worst
sin of them all.
I'll get us out of this, Sheryl. I
95A EXT. IDA'S CABIN - DAY (MAIN UNIT) 95A
Birds CHIRP overhead. Sunlight streaks through the clouds.
95B INT. CHAPEL - DAY 95B
ANGLE ON - A FINE CLOTH rubs delicately, but firmly one of
the fetus jars (Timothy).
Ida finishes, steps off the small stool. The jars sparkle
and shine brightly.
She gazes at the fetus jars with love, affection. The pain
of lives unfulfilled weighing heavy on her strong shoulders.
The trap door opens, Clyde comes down the steps.
Ida turns to Clyde. A beat...
96 EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAY (2ND UNIT) 96
The morning fog engulfs the mountains.
97 INT. RANGER BASE STATION - DAY 97
SAM, the Ranger that greeted Mike and Sheryl, enters sipping
a cup of coffee. EVELYN, 20s, a perky and adorable Ranger,
works at the desk.
Good morning, Sam.
Ain't no better than any of the other
days, Evelyn, so bring the "glee" down
some, would ya?
Sam grabs some papers from his mailbox. Evelyn's used to
Hey, Sam, do you remember a Virginia
couple pass through here sometime
Friday? Well...There was one couple,
but they didn't say where they were
Gal's mother's called three times this
morning. Said she hasn't heard from her
daughter since before she left and she
didn't show up for work yesterday or
She sure this was the park they were
Yup. Woman's already offering up a
Damn it. Have her fax some photos up
here. Notify patrol.
Been a while since we had a couple go
missing. Twelve months ago the last?
Sam crosses to the bulletin board by the door. He studies the
flier of the missing couple that Sheryl had noticed.
98 OMIT (SCENE HAS BEEN MOVED - NOW 95A) 98
99 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - DAY 99
Deacon enters. Clyde and Ida are with him.
You don't have to check... Nothing
Clyde and Ida are pissed.
We do appreciate your honesty,
Michael. And believe me, we
understand your extreme situation,
but... Punishment's going to have to
be handed down.
Suddenly, Clyde's walkie-talkie goes off.
Clyde, it's Sam at base, come back.
Go for, Clyde.
Mike screams trying to be heard while Clyde has button
(To Deacon and Ida)
Deacon holds Mike, while Ida grabs the gag.
Yeah, morning, Clyde. Got a missing
person's report. Young Couple out of
Alexandria. We're printing up some
flyers with their photos right now.
I told you. I told they'd be coming.
Ida shoves the gag into his mouth, ties it secure.
When you get a chance, grab some and
let's start circulating, huh?
Clyde throws a concerned look to Ida.
Clyde thinks a beat, then...
Get him in the other room. Now.
Concern covers Clyde's face...
99 A EXT. STREAM - DAY 99 A
Brody washes out some mason jars. His shotgun rests against
a nearby tree. Lonnie smokes pot from his handmade pipe.
A walkie-talkie CRACKLES. Evelyn approaches.
Shit. Get rid of the dope.
Brody hides the jars in his satchel. Lonnie quickly tucks
his pipe away, fans the smoke away.
(She eyes her watch)
Pardon me... Afternoon.
Evelyn, damn, hurts looking at you.
When you gonna give it up to me?
Now with a line like that, it's a
shocker I haven't already.
You stone cold tease.
Was wondering if either of you had
seen any hikers pass by in the last
day or so?
Lonnie's about to respond, but Brody cuts him off...
What's this about?
Evelyn hands them a flier.
ON THE FLIER - Photos of Mike and Sheryl, name, info, etc.
Brody's eyes light up.
These two are missing?
It would seem so. Why, have you seen
Brody hesitates and then shakes his head "no".
You talk to Clyde about this?
All the Rangers are on the lookout.
Family's even offering up a reward.
How much they offering?
Don't exactly know. I'm guessing it's
a fair amount.
Well, me and Lonnie will keep a
lookout for you too. Anything we can
do to help.
Evelyn begins walking off.
You change you mind, I'll ride you
Evelyn ignores Lonnie, moves on her way.
It'd be the best fifteen seconds of
your life, darling!
Brody watches her go. As she disappears, he grabs his gun.
100 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - DAY 100
Clyde comes up to Ida. She stands over a bar-b-q pit, just
your run-of-the-ordinary backyard variety ones.
Noose is starting to tighten, Ida.
ANGLE ON - A GLASS JUG OF MOONSHINE
No. You promised. You promised, this
time, would be the time. I want that
baby. You promised.
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Ida flips open a silver lighter, SPARKS up a flame. She
touches the flame to a piece of kindling, drops it into the
A FIRE ROARS TO LIFE.
We're gonna have to double our
Leave that to me.
Ida lifts THREE IRON BRANDS from a long leather bag. She
places the heads of the brands into the bar-b-q.
101 OMIT (SCENE HAS BEEN MOVED. NOW SCENE # 99A) 101
102 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - DAY 102
Sheryl sits alone, tied, gagged and confined to a chair on
the far end of the room.
CLOSE ON - Behind Sheryl's back. Her bloody hands, sans one
finger, tremble softly. Her remaining digits start to LOOSEN
103 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 - DAY 103
Mike hangs, once again. Clyde stands before him, Ida enters.
She wheels the bar-b-q in the room.
IN THE PIT - It's filled with hot, smoking coals. Also,
THREE IRON BRANDS rest buried in the coals. All glow a FIERY
I think we have to have another... man
to man discussion, here, Michael.
But unlike previous moments, Mike is not begging or pleading.
He holds a calm demeanor.
Seems as though, time is now factoring
into our situation.
104 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 104
Sheryl continues working the ropes, as... THE DOOR CREAKS
OPEN. Sheryl freezes, stops working the ropes.
Deacon enters, sickle in hand. He's calm and determined. He
stares at Sheryl. Sinister thoughts in mind.
QUICK CUTS DEACON'S POV: Sheryl's mouth/ chest/ legs.
Deacon approaches Sheryl, kneels down in front of her. He
LAYS THE SICKLE ON THE FLOOR. Sheryl eyes the weapon.
Deacon takes something from his pocket, lifts his arms up
towards Sheryl's head.
She winces, expecting the worst.
Deacon slides Sheryl's locket around her neck. The chain
repaired. Deacon beams with pride.
Deacon shifts her skirt exposing more skin and places his
hands on Sheryl's bare thighs. She twitches instinctively
causing Deacon to squeeze her thighs TIGHTER.
Sheryl winces in pain, stops her struggle. Locks EYES with
Deacon. Suddenly, an aura of CALM falls over her.
BEHIND SHERYL'S BACK... She resumes untying the knots.
Deacon savors every moment of Sheryl. Her smell, form. He
glides his hands up her body, past her stomach and onto her
breasts. He GROPES them, in his own heaven.
CLOSE ON - The knot loosens... almost there.
105 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 - DAY 105
Ida ROTATES the brands in the bar-b-q, doing her best subtle
We're not violent people, Michael. It
pains us to pain you.
I don't know... Seems as though
Deacon and yourselves get a real kick
out of it.
Now see, this is what I am talking
about. It's your attitude. It's the
disobedience, the cussing...Sooner we
get what we want, then no further harm
has to fall upon you and your wife.
Way I see it, you need us alive. You
need us, period. And now that Park
Services and State Police are looking
for us, you're starting to panic,
knowing your whole plan's crumbling
down before your eyes.
(To Ida STRONG)
So you can stop spinning those fucking
irons thinking you're scaring me,
cause you're not.
(Beat; to both of them)
You're a couple of demented, sick,
Ida grabs a brand, JABS IT ONTO MIKE'S CHEST.
MIKE SCREAMS. THE BRAND BURNS INTO HIS FLESH. HIS EYES
BULGE. HE VOMITS.
106 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - IDA'S CABIN 106
Deacon TEARS open Sheryl's blouse, exposing her bra and more
cleavage. He slides his hands over her breasts... he's in
heaven. Sheryl doesn't resist because...
CLOSE ON - The knot's undone. Her hands are free.
Deacon looks into Sheryl's eyes. He senses something
different. Does he know?
Deacon pulls himself closer to Sheryl. Their faces only
inches apart. He PULLS her gag out of her mouth, lets it
dangle around her neck. Sheryl swallows nervously. Resists
the urge to scream. She's frozen. Then... Deacon leans
in... KISSES SHERYL.
Knowing it's now or never, Sheryl KNEES DEACON IN THE BALLS.
He falls over in agony.
Deacon looks up at her, when... SMACK! She KICKS him right
in the face. Sheryl springs from the chair, grabs the
sickle, turns and...
CRACK! Deacon, already back on his feet, PUNCHES Sheryl hard
across the jaw. She hits the wall, then falls to the floor,
drops the sickle.
ANGLE ON - A SMALL POCKET KNIFE falls off a shelf in the room
onto the floor.
Deacon grabs the sickle, then lifts her up BY HER HAIR and
drags her across the room.
He throws her face/stomach down on the table top, flips her
dress up onto her back. He slides the sickle between her ass
and underwear and... CUTS HER PANTIES OFF IN ONE QUICK
MOTION, SPREADS HER LEGS APART.
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Sheryl, still stunned from the punch, only now starts to
realize what is happening to her.
She tries to wiggle off table or close her legs, but Deacon's
too strong. He grabs the back of her head, SLAMS it against
the table, pinning it in place. With the other hand, HE
SLIDES OFF HIS PANTS.
107 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 - IDA'S CABIN 107
Mike, his chest scarred, bloody, from the fresh wound,
dangles helplessly. Vomit splashed down his body.
Clyde and Ida look to one another...
What was that?
108 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - DAY 108
Deacon slaps his left hand over her mouth, climbs on top of
Sheryl using his weight to keep her in place. Deacon
positions himself for penetration, when...
Sheryl SCREAMS, but Deacon's hand muffles the cries.
With every ounce of strength left inside her, SHERYL BITES
DOWN ON DEACON'S HAND. He SCREAMS, falling off of her.
CLOSE ON DEACON'S HAND - blood oozes, a large piece looks
Sheryl SPITS the small chunk of his hand out of her mouth.
Deacon grabs the SICKLE/AXE, starts towards Sheryl...
At the top of her lungs, SHERYL LETS LOOSE A BLOOD CURDLING
Ida bursts in the room...
Deacon! Stop right there!
Deacon turns to Ida, stops his attack on Sheryl.
Out! Get out!
Deacon slinks away. Sheryl curls up in a ball, emotions
consume her. She breaks down.
109 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - SUNSET 109
The Sun sinks on the horizon...
110 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 110
Sheryl's tied, once again, to the table. Mike tied to a
chair, which is dragged into the room by Clyde.
Sheryl sees Mike's burned chest.
This is getting out of hand, y'all.
Nobody wanted what just almost
happened to Sheryl to happen. But,
you keep dragging this thing out...
things are gonna... happen.
I sent Deacon away for a bit. He
knows he done wrong. You say right
now that you are ready to perform your
marital duties, then I'll keep him
Have you ever thought that God doesn't
want you to have a child? That's why
he fucking kills them before they're
born. Because you're fucking insane
monsters that don't deserve a child.
Ida SLAPS Mike.
You take that back!
Take it back.
Ida digs her hand into Mike's bear trap wound, squeezes. But
Mike doesn't scream or squirm. He endures the pain.
Go ahead and torture me. There's
absolutely no way I would ever give a
child of mine to you.
How very brave. Fine. I won't
(Looks to Sheryl)
I'll torture her. I can bring back
Deacon. Let him have her. Plenty of
other holes he can go into where a
baby can't be made.
Ida grabs a nearby knife, walks up to Sheryl.
Or maybe we can just start dicing.
All we need is a healthy heart, brain
and uterus. She don't need the rest
of her fingers, or toes... or her
nose, ears. I could carve out her eye
Ida places the knife on top of Sheryl's cheek, just below the
eye. The tip just centimeters away from the eyeball.
Ida takes the knife away, gets in Mike's face...
Then you will give me my baby. My
child, born in wedlock, saved from its
sinner parents and raised to fear God
and give him praise.
Sheryl starts LAUGHING. Inappropriate, but nonetheless,
She's cracking up. Has she finally cracked?
That's why you married us? So we
could conceive our child in wedlock?
The fucking joke's on you... I'm
already pregnant. Eight weeks
Clyde and Ida stare disbelievingly at Sheryl.
Mike stares in shock at Sheryl.
In that look, Ida knows Sheryl's telling the truth.
I was trying to find the right time to
TEARS fill both their eyes.
No, no, no, no! This can't be. NO!
Clyde grabs hold of Ida, tries to calm her down. When...
OFF SCREEN: A GLASS BREAKS. It came from upstairs.
IDA AND CLYDE SPRING INTO ACTION. They exit the room, BOLT
THE DOOR LOCKED.
MIKE'S POV - THE POCKET KNIFE still on the floor.
111 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 111
Brody and Lonnie stand on the porch. Brody holds a shotgun,
Lonnie a rifle.
Brody reaches inside the broken window, unlocks it.
We shouldn't just go in. Ain't right.
Brody slides open the window.
I'm going in. You don't want to, then
don't. Check round back or something.
Brody climbs inside. Lonnie heads around the back.
112 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 112
Mike ROCKS his chair back and forth, building momentum...
Finally, the CHAIR tips over.
He uses his feet to push himself along. Heading for THE
113 INT. MAIN ROOM - IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 113
Brody moves through cabin, shotgun ready. All's calm, quiet.
114 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 114
Lonnie walks in the back yard... Nothing here, except.
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ON THE GROUND - Lonnie steps on patch of ground that's
different than the rest.
Lonnie peers curiously at the ground. What's he found?
115 INT. SEWING ROOM, IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 115
Brody enters... the Trap Door in the floor is open. He
peers inside, then proceeds down.
116 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 116
Lonnie bends down, finds a handle. Lifts, REVEAL, A HIDDEN
TRAP DOOR ENTRANCE. Lonnie peers inside...
LONNIE'S POV - A dark staircase leads down. At the bottom, a
wooden door, which is closed.
117 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 117
Mike hears this...
Help! Down here!
118 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 118
Lonnie takes a step down, when...
CLYDE APPEARS, BURIES AN AX INTO LONNIE'S HEAD. LONNIE FALLS
INTO THE HOLE AND DOWN THE STAIRS!
His body crashes through the closed wooden door, into the
119 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 119
MIKE'S POV - UNDER THE GAP BETWEEN THE FLOOR AND DOOR,
Lonnie's body lands. Eyes stare at Mike.
120 INT. CHAPEL 120
Brody stares at the FETUS JARS, "WHAT THE FUCK?"
THE IRON DOOR SWINGS OPEN... IDA, SHOTGUN IN HAND, BLASTS
BRODY IN THE CHEST. BLOOD FLIES ACROSS THE WALLS.
121 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 121
The MOON hides behind some dark clouds.
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122 EXT. WOODS BEHIND IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 122
A giant pile of dirt. The dead body of Brody sits inside the
makeshift grave. Ida pushes Lonnie's carcass in next.
Clyde watches Ida, concern in his eyes.
Ida... you know what we have to do?
No. I can give her an abortion. Get
rid of the bastard child, make them
conceive one in wedlock. And then we
are right as rain.
Abortion? No. That we won't do.
It'll work. Ain't no sin to abort a
Ida, writings on the wall here.
Michael's right. With a reward on the
table, do you think Brody and Lonnie
will be the only two coming? Gonna
have lots people looking for these
We're gonna have to make it so no one
can ever find them.
Ida and Clyde. A sadness covers their faces, especially Ida.
We'll find another couple, Ida.
No. You promised me, Clyde, this time
was the one.
It's too dangerous. We'll find
another couple. A better one.
It's not fair.
Clyde nods. They hug.
A CRACKLE OF LIGHTNING followed by a ROLL OF THUNDER.
I'll do what needs to be done. You
finish up here... And watch your
time, rain's coming.
Clyde hands her the shovel. Ida nods, tosses a pile of dirt
into the grave.
123 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT - NIGHT 123
Clyde walks down the hall, loads Ida's shotgun with a couple
He unlocks, then pushes open the door to Torture Room #1.
124 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - NIGHT 124
Mike sits in the chair, exactly where he and Ida left him.
Mike's head sags, he appears to be sleeping.
Sheryl lies on the table, out cold.
Clyde levels the shotgun to Mike's head. But something odd
catches Clyde's attention...
ON THE FLOOR - Behind Mike's chair, some rope shavings,
Mike SPRINGS TO LIFE, GRABS CLYDE PULLS HIM IN.
As Clyde falls into Mike's body. The SHOTGUN FIRES
HARMLESSLY INTO THE GROUND.
Mike swings his hand around, PLUNGES the pocket knife into
Clyde SCREAMS. The knife embedded in his neck. He throws
his hands to it, stumbles backwards and falls.
Clyde tries to speak, but it comes out GURGLING and BLOODY.
Believe me, I understand your extreme
situation, but... Punishment's going
to have to be handed down.
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Mike aims the shotgun at Clyde and... BOOM! The blast takes
half of Clyde's head and neck apart. Mike stares at Clyde's
125 EXT. WOODS BEHIND IDA'S CABIN- NIGHT 125
THE RAIN STARTS...
Ida stops, she heard the two shots. The deed done. She
grabs her shovel, walks back towards the cabin.
125A INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - NIGHT 125A
ANGLE ON - The open shotgun as Mike takes out the two empty
Mike, now next to Clyde, feels Clyde's pockets for more
shells, but there are none.
What is it?
No more ammo.
Mike glances around the room, then spies... THE KNIFE he
stabbed CLYDE with. He picks it up off the floor.
OFF SCREEN: In the distance, the IRON DOOR CREAKS OPEN.
OFF SHERYL AND MIKE'S LOOK, WE...
126 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT - NIGHT 126
Ida approaches the room, pushes open the door.
127 INT. TORTURE ROOM #1 - NIGHT 127
IDA'S POV - The room is empty. Except for...
ANGLE ON - Clyde's dead body.
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Ida drops by his side, cradles his body. The love of her
life is gone. Before she know what's happening, she turns...
MIKE, knife in hand, EXPLODES FROM TORTURE ROOM #2, RUNS
STRAIGHT FOR IDA, but...
Ida SWINGS THE SHOVEL, KNOCKS MIKE'S LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HIM.
He trips and falls to the floor.
Ida gets up, STOMPS DOWN ON MIKE'S HAND. The knife drops.
FROM THE HALLWAY... Sheryl looks out, watches as...
BACK IN THE ROOM... Ida grabs the knife, PLUNGES it deep
into Mike's calf.
In for a penny, in for a pound. I
can't save your soul now, Michael. I
tried. I gave you a way to cleanse
yourself of all your sins and deliver
you to heaven... and how do you repay
Ida takes the knife, DAGGERS IT INTO MIKE'S THIGH.
BY KILLING MY CLYDE?!?
Spots the shovel on the floor, grabs it...
There is no soul blacker than yours.
And now, by the grace of God, I must
deliver you to Satan myself.
Ida retracts the blade, pulls herself on top of Mike. Ready
to stab again, when...
SHERYL SLAMS THE SHOVEL OVER IDA'S HEAD.
ANGLE ON - THE SHOVEL BLADE sprayed with blood.
Ida falls over. Sheryl and Mike stare at her lifeless body.
Sheryl steps over Ida's legs. She takes a big step, clears
Ida's upper body...and stumbles.
Sheryl goes to Mike, wraps his arm around her, lifts him up.
But just as his foot touches the ground... A SURGE OF PAIN
CRIPPLES HIM. Mike falls back to the ground.
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I can't make it.
I'm not leaving you.
Clyde's walkie-talkie. It's probably
upstairs. Find it. Call the Ranger
My gun. See if you can find our
stuff. My gun's in my backpack, side
What good's the gun? You tossed away
Mike turns away. Guilt etched on his face.
There's another box of ammo.
Let's get out of this alive first,
then you can bitch me out, okay?
Sheryl concedes. She goes to the ladder, stops... turns.
Mike looks at her. They stare at one another.
It's okay, baby. Go.
Sheryl turns, ascends the ladder.
128 INT. MAIN ROOM - IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 128
Sheryl exits the sewing room, enters...
129 INT. CLYDE AND IDA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 129
Sheryl searches the bedroom for the walkie-talkie.
A FLASH OF LIGHTNING, illuminates... In the window, Deacon
Sheryl doesn't see Deacon. She FINDS the walkie-talkie...
Hello? Come in, please. We need
help. Is anyone there?
130 I/E RANGER BASE STATION - NIGHT 130
RAIN beats against the windows, pounds the roof. Evelyn,
with poncho, stands outside, just locking the door, when...
Please, someone? Is anyone there that
SHERYL... Lowers the walkie, waits for an answer.
EVELYN... stops. She heard something, but not sure exactly
what. She re-enters, heads over to the CB. Just as she
picks up the CB Mic...
DEACON, dripping wet, appears in doorway, lunges for Sheryl.
Sheryl screams, drops walk-talkie, as Deacon tackles her onto
the bed. The WALKIE-TALKIE BREAKS into pieces.
EVELYN... Pushes the "talk button" on the CB...
This is Ranger Base, Go again?
SHERYL AND DEACON... The headboard SLAMS against the wall,
causing a Crucifix to dislodge off a nail and fall onto the
pillow by Sheryl's head.
131 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 131
Mike hears Sheryl scream, realizes it must be Deacon. He
lifts himself up using the wall as balance.
132 INT. CLYDE AND IDA'S BEDROOM 132
Deacon strangles Sheryl with one hand.
Sheryl's eyes BULGE out of her head, her face BEET RED.
Deacon raises the sickle/axe into the air with the other.
Sheryl's hand finds the Crucifix and JABS IT INTO DEACON'S
JAW. Deacon grabs for the cross, lets go of Sheryl rolls off
her, the bed and collapses to the floor.
Sheryl coughs, struggles for some air. She climbs off the
bed, runs out of the room.
133 INT. TORTURE ROOM #2 133
Mike enters, scours for a weapon. Finds a MACHETE.
134 INT. CLYDE AND IDA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 134
Deacon YANKS the Crucifix from his jaw. BLOOD SQUIRTS, POURS
from the wound.
135 INT. SEWING ROOM, CABIN - NIGHT 135
Sheryl runs in, screams down the trap door hole...
136 INT. HALLWAY/ TORTURE ROOM - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 136
Mike exits room, passes Ida's lifeless body. Trudges down
the hall. Each step painful.
137 INT. SEWING ROOM, CABIN - NIGHT 137
Deacon enters. One hand covers his wound, the other holds
Sheryl grabs a candlestick, uses it to defend herself.
Deacon swipes at her, but misses.
Sheryl cracks him across jaw with candlestick... he falls,
but GRABS ONTO SHERYL...
THEY BOTH FALL UNCONTROLLABLY DOWN THE TRAP DOOR STEPS,
138 INT. CHAPEL 138
Sheryl and Deacon TUMBLE, CRASH into shelf wall with the
fetus jars. They wobble, shake, then...
THE ENTIRE SHELF WALL CRASHES ON TOP OF SHERYL AND DEACON.
The FETUS JARS BREAK, SPILL OUT EVERYWHERE.
The shelf wall BLOCKS the Iron Door from opening.
139 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 139
Mike looks up, hears the commotion. It only quickens his
A path of blood left in Mike's wake.
140 INT. CHAPEL 140
Sheryl shakes the cobwebs free, opens her eyes, moves her
head slightly, just as...
SLAM. THE SICKLE BLADE SLAMS INTO THE WOODEN FLOOR AN INCH
AWAY FROM SHERYL'S HEAD.
Sheryl scrambles to her feet, when...
SQUISH. HER FOOT STEPS DOWN ON TOP OF THE SMALLEST FETUS.
PUSS AND MUCUS OOZE OUT.
Deacon tries to push the shelf off him. It's heavy. It
moves a little.
Sheryl limps up the trap door steps.
141 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 141
Mike pushes up against the Iron Door, but it doesn't move.
The shelf wall blocks it.
142 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 142
Sheryl races from the cabin. RAIN POURING DOWN ON HER. She
ANGLE ON - Moonshine jar, a lighter. The ones Ida used
143 INT. CHAPEL 143
Deacon pushes the shelves again, this time success. He gets
to his feet, grabs his weapon.
144 INT. HALLWAY - IDA'S CABIN BASEMENT 144
Mike, with every ounce of strength left, PUSHES at the iron
door. It budges, just a little. He PUSHES again and,
finally, THE DOOR OPENS! Mike scrambles into the Chapel.
145 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 145
Deacon exits the cabin, steps off the porch. He peers into
the rain and the darkness of the woods surrounding the cabin.
No Sheryl anywhere.
SHOOTING SCRIPT OCTOBER 17, 2006 98.
Deacon turns, looks up...
ON THE PORCH ROOF...
Sheryl, a fresh tear in her dress, holds the SILVER LIGHTER
in one hand, the moonshine jar in the other. The Moonshine
jar has a torn length of her dress sticking out, a homemade
Molotov Cocktail. She glares down at Deacon, lights the
Burn in hell you sonofabitch!
She drops it...
THE COCKTAIL HITS. THE FLAMES CONSUME DEACON, SPREAD QUICKLY
OVER HIS ENTIRE BODY.
Deacon flails wildly, trying to put out the flames, stumbles
forward, runs off towards the forest. He trips and falls
just as he enters.
SHERYL... the rain pouring down, stares at...
ANGLE ON - DEACON'S BURNING CORPSE lays in the thick brush.
146 OMIT 146
147 OMIT 147
148 INT. MAIN ROOM - IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 148
Sheryl enters... Mike limps to her. He drops the machete,
collapses in her arms. They hug tightly.
149 INT. CHAPEL 149
ANGLE ON - A BLOODY HAND grabs a POKER from the fireplace.
150 INT. MAIN ROOM - IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 150
Mike looks, across the room...
IN THE MIRROR'S REFLECTION - IDA, THE BLOODY MESS THAT SHE
IS, STEPS FROM THE SHADOWS, AN IRON FIRE POKER in her hands.
Mike pushes Sheryl to the couch, safely away just as... IDA
STABS MIKE IN THE STOMACH WITH THE POKER.
SHERYL SCREAMS. SHE RUNS TOWARDS IDA, SICKLE/AXE IN TOW...
SHE SWINGS THE BLADE... IT SLICES THROUGH THE AIR, AND...
SHOOTING SCRIPT OCTOBER 17, 2006 99.
ANGLE ON - IDA'S HEAD, SEVERED AT THE NECK, HITS THE FLOOR,
ROLLS TO A STOP.
Sheryl turns away from Ida, runs to Mike's side.
Mike's a bloody mess, his life slips from him by the second.
Sheryl TEARS Mike's shirt, BLOOD POURS from his stomach. She
finds the wound, but has nothing to stop the blood.
You did it, baby. You saved me. You
said you would and you did. Stay with
me, Mike. Stay with me.
Well, if you love me... Fight. Please
She looks around wildly, spying... A wardrobe by the
I'll be back in a second, Mike.
Sheryl jumps up, races for the wardrobe.
INSIDE THE WARDROBE--
On a shelf are some towels, linens, etc.
Sheryl grabs the towels, but as she does. She sees, on the
floor of the wardrobe... HER BACKPACK.
Sheryl quickly rummages through her backpack. She finds...
her CELLPHONE. The fliers with the emergency contact info.
JUMP CUT TO:
Sheryl drops down by Mike's side. She leans in, listens for
breath sounds, feels for his pulse, finds one. Very weak,
but it's there.
Don't you even fucking think about
leaving me alone.
She PRESSES THE TOWEL against his stomach wound, all the
while the phone's pressed between her ear and shoulder.
SHOOTING SCRIPT OCTOBER 17, 2006 100.
The "NO SIGNAL" TONE chimes in her ear.
Come on, baby. Fight.
Sheryl re-dials, only to get another NO SIGNAL TONE.
Oh please God.
Sheryl raises the phone into the air.
ON THE SCREEN - ONE SINGLE BAR POPS ON.
Sheryl hits RE-DIAL.
ON THE SCREEN - DIALING... DIALING... DIALING... CONNECTED.
150A OMIT 150A
150B OMIT 150B
151 EXT. IDA'S CABIN - NIGHT 151
The RAIN has STOPPED. A couple of RANGERS along with a
PARAMEDIC UNIT surround the scene.
SHERYL... sits, completely still, a PARAMEDIC works on her
cuts and hand. She watches as...
THE OTHER PARAMEDICS load a gurney into the back of the
Ambulance. A sheet covers the body. Mike's body. Once
inside, the Ambulance's doors close.
Sheryl watches the Ambulance pull away. She places her hand
on her stomach. It's just the two of them now.
EVELYN... steps from the midst of the activity, up to Sheryl.
She leads her away from the ambulance, towards the Ranger
Called your folks. There gunna meet
us at the hospital. Be a while since
they're coming in from D.C.
The words go straight through Sheryl. No reaction.
Sorry, but I just have to ask... You
told the Sheriff there was someone in
on this whole thing with Clyde and
Ida. Big fella, scars all over him?
Sheryl's eyes meet Evelyn's. She nods about to continue on,
until she notices Evelyn's demeanor.
Why? What is it?
You've had an exhausting night, why
What is it?
We didn't find anybody like that in
the yard or the house.
No. It's not possible.
She turns, looks around, but spies nothing...
Calm down. It's gunna be alright...
Fuck you it's gonna be alright.
Sheryl turns to the woods, holds her look. As if she
152 EXT. WOODS NEAR THE CABIN - NIGHT 152
In the distance... past the trees, deep into the woods.
COME TO A REST OVER THE SHOULDER OF DEACON. Very much alive.
He stares at the cabin for a beat, then CROSSES out of frame.
CUT TO BLACK.