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                                     GET OUT
                         

                         
                         
                                    Written by
                         
                                   Jordan Peele






          I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to
          present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable
          to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed
          to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind,
          that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what
          is good and acceptable and perfect. -Romans 12:1-2
                         
                         
          EXT. THE SHAW'S HOUSE - FRONT LAWN - NIGHT
                         
          A perfect suburban house with bay windows and a front lawn.
          The SHAW family. Caucasian and warm - RICHARD, 34; NANCY, 30;
          JOSHUA, 6; and MAY, 4 - eat dinner inside. Richard reads
          something on his tablet illuminating his face.
                         
                                            JOSHUA
                   Which one are we going to?
                         
                                            RICHARD
                   The one in Orlando.
                         
                                            NANCY
                   Disney World.
                         
                                            JOSHUA
                   Tony said that Mickey is not
                   really Mickey; it's someone else
                   in there.
                         
                                            RICHARD
                   Mickey's Mickey.
                         
                         
          EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT
                         
          ANDRE, 29, an African-American man runs down the sidewalk in
          sweats. He listens to jazz on his phone. The music stops. He
          stops running and checks his phone.
                         
                                            ANDRE
                   Damn.
                         
          He's right in front of the Shaw's house. He glances inside.
          The Shaw's seem normal and content. Andre smiles.
                         
          A motion detecting security light floods the lawn.
                         
                         
          INT. THE SHAW'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Richard looks up from his table to see Andre standing there.
          The rest of the family doesn't notice. Nancy tends to May, who
          SQUIRMS in her chair. Richard watches Andre protectively.
                                                                     2.
                         
                                            JOSHUA
                   Also, Tony said he saw a chef
                   Mickey and a normal Mickey.
                         
                                            NANCY
                   He must have changed his clothes
                   for work.
                         
                         
          EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Andre walks on. It's getting dark. He is suddenly very alone.
                         
          A vintage creme-colored Porsche Boxter with tinted windows and
          a roof CREEPS up on the street behind Andre. It's following
          him.
                         
                         
          INT. SPORTS CAR - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Driver's POV watching Andre. His BREATH ECHOES deep and tinny
          as if it were into a coffee can. Through the car's system we
          hear an English to French language tutorial recording.
                         
                                            TUTORIAL
                   Pardon me. Where is the nearest
                   restaurant? Pardonnez-moi. Ou est
                   le restaurant le plus proche?
                         
          The driver doesn't repeat.
                         
                         
          EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Andre, feeling followed, stops to tie his shoe. The car also
          stops. Andre waves at the unseen DRIVER. There is no response.
          The ENGINE PURRS.
                         
          Andre begins walking again. The car begins slowly too. Andre
          stops again. The car does too. Andre peers through the
          windshield but can't see through the tint.
                         
                                            ANDRE
                   Can I help you...?
                         
          No response.
                         
                                            ANDRE (CONT'D)
                   I'm new to the area. I just moved
                   here... Down on Evergreen...
                         
          Nothing. Did I do something wrong? 'Cause--
                                                                        3.
                         
          INT. SPORTS CAR - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Driver's POV. Andre continues to talk, but isn't heard.
                         
                                            TUTORIAL
                   Can you show me the nearest
                   bathroom? Pouvez-vous me montrer
                   la salle de bain la plus prouche?
                         
                         
          EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Andre hears nothing from inside.
                         
                                            ANDRE
                       (under his breath)
                   This is some shit right here.
                         
          Andre begins walking. The car creeps alongside him. After a
          few steps, Andre stops again. The car stops. Andre laughs.
                         
                                            ANDRE (CONT'D)
                   Wait a minute. I know you? You
                   messing with me right?..Come on.
                         
          No response. He realizes it's not a friend.
                         
                                            ANDRE (CONT'D)
                   You know this could be considered
                   stalking and harassment. Plus,
                   you're sitting in a deadly weapon
                   so that's some felony-type shit
                   right there.
                         
          No response.
                         
                                            ANDRE (CONT'D)
                   What?!? Say something then.
                         
          No response. Andre can't hide his anger anymore. He starts
          walking the other direction. The car backs up, following Andre
          in reverse.
                         
                                            ANDRE (CONT'D)
                                      (TO HIMSELF)
                   Calm down, Andre. Don't do it.
                   Don't let him get to you.
                         
          After a few more steps...
                         
                                            ANDRE (CONT'D)
                   Fuck.
                                                                     4.
                         
          Andre, fed up, stops. He approaches the passenger's side
          window and bangs on it.
                         
                                            ANDRE (CONT'D)
                   I'm from Brooklyn, man. If you
                   wanna do something, then let's do
                   something. I'm ready..! Hey, I'm
                   talkin' to you!!!
                         
                         
          INT. SPORTS CAR - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Driver's POV. Andre bangs on the window.
                         
                         
          EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Andre bangs harder on the window three times. The car's
          passenger-side window rolls down.
                         
                                            TUTORIAL
                   Can you help me find a hotel?
                   Pouvez-vous m'aider a trouver mon
                   hotel?
                         
          Andre's expression goes from anger to terror. The driver wears
          a tubular metal medieval knight's helmet with slanted
          rectangular eye holes.
                         
                                            ANDRE
                   Shit.
                         
          The driver raises a gun with a silencer on it. Andre turns to
          run but is shot in the back. Stunned, Andre stumbles towards
          the Shaw's house. The driver exits the car and follows him.
                         
                                            TUTORIAL
                       (From inside the car)
                   Can you please call the police?
                   Pouvez-vous s'il vous plait
                   appelez la police?
                         
                         
          EXT. THE SHAW'S HOUSE - FRONT LAWN - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Andre falls in front of the Shaw's lawn. A dart sticks out of
          his back. He reaches towards the Shaw family. The masked
          driver approaches calmly Andre drags himself toward the house
          as everything blurs around him.
                         
                                            ANDRE
                                      (WEAKLY)
                                  HELP
                         
          Andre passes out as the security light floods the lawn again.
                                                                      5.
                         
          INT. THE SHAW'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                         
          The Shaw family eats while Andre lays on their front lawn.
          This time Richard, buried in his tablet, doesn't notice. the
          driver lift Andre's limp body and carries him to his car.
                         
                                               JOSHUA
                      Tony said Mickey's face doesn't
                      move.
                         
                                               RICHARD
                      That's right. Mickey's always
                      happy.
                         
                         
          EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
                         
          The driver carries Andre to the car.
                         
                               JOSHUA (O.S.)
                      Why?
                         
                                RICHARD (O.S.)
                      Because he hasn't aged in 100
                      years.
                         
          The driver plops Andre in the padded trunk. He gets in his car
          and drives off.
                         
                         TITLE CARD:
                         
                         "GET OUT"
                         
                         
          EXT. BROOKLYN PARK SLOPE - DAWN
                         
          The sun rises over the city. Autumn. Beautiful.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
                         
          We move slowly through the small but clean apartment. The
          walls are decorated with fascinating urban photography.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - BATHROOM - MORNING
                         
          CHRIS WASHINGTON, 26, a handsome African-American man shuts
          the medicine cabinet. He's shirtless and naturally athletic.
          He scrutinizes his reflection with a touch of vanity.
                                                                        6.
                         
          INT. STARBUCKS COUNTER - MORNING
                         
          ROSE ARMITAGE, 28 - Caucasian, brunette with freckles - cool
          and beautiful like an old Summer Camp crush. Rose looks at
          pastries through the glass. She can't help but smile.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - BATHROOM - MORNING
                         
          Chris spreads shaving cream onto his face and shaves. He
          postures a little then nicks himself on the neck. He smirks;
          deserved that.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
                         
          Chris, clothed, looks out his window through a professional
          camera. He flips through some striking urban images on the
          digital display much like the ones framed around his
          apartment. He is a very talented photographer.
                         
          Sid, a small black dog, watches him. The BUZZER RINGS.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN BUILDING - HALLWAY. MORNING
                         
          Chris opens the door. Rose stands outside the apartment with
          her hands full. She has two coffees and two bags of pastries.
          Chris smirks.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I couldn't decide...
                         
          He takes the coffee tray and pulls her inside. They kiss.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
                         
          Rose and Chris have coffee and sweets by the window. The small
          mound of pastries sits on the coffee table. SID lays on her
          lap. She strokes him. It's a perfect morning.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Poor thing. Do you even pet him?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Are you kidding me? When you're
                   not here that dog gets the best
                   fuckin' pets of his life.
                                                                        7.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   So, how come whenever I come over,
                   he acts like he's been totally
                   neglected.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   `Cause he know he's got you
                   wrapped around his little paw.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   oh, really?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah.
                         
          Chris picks up her foot sweetly and massages it. She melts.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - CHRIS' BEDROOM - DAY
                         
          Chris packs a small bag of luggage. Rose lays on the bed.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Toothbrush... Deodorant...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Check... Check....
                         
          Chris puts a cigarette in his mouth. Rose pops up and grabs
          the cigarette from his mouth and breaks it. Chris tries to
          feign incredulousness but is amused.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   I'm not gonna have one the whole
                   weekend.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   You quit, remember?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm nervous.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Why? They're going to love you.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah? How do you know?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Let's see, you're smart, sweet,
                   handsome, creative... You're you.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Good answer.
                                                                      8.
                         
          Chris packs in silence for a moment.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Do they know I'm black?
                         
          Rose is taken aback by the question.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I don't think so. Why? Should
                   they?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Seems like you might give them a
                   heads up.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Really? Like "Mom, Dad, my black
                   boyfriend is coming up for the
                   weekend"?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   You said, I'm the first black guy
                   you'd ever dated.
                         
                                              ROSE
                   Yeah...?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   So this is uncharted territory for
                   them.
                         
          Rose embraces him.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Baby, it's fine. My dad would
                   legit vote for Obama a third time
                   he could. Yes, he will want to
                   talk to you about it, and that
                   will be embarrassing, but they're
                   gonna love you. I promise.
                         
          Chris nods. She kisses his neck and pulls him to the bed.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
                         
          Chris turns on the TV for Sid. He and Rose stand by the front
          door about to leave.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Bye.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   See you soon.
                                                                        9.
                         
          Rose blows Sid a kiss and they leave.
                         
                         
          EXT. BROOKLYN NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - DAY
                         
          Chris puts his luggage in the trunk and enters the passenger's
          side of a shiny white BMW X5.
                         
                         
          INT. BROOKLYN NIEGHBORHOOD STREET - PARKED CAR - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Rose sits in the driver's seat. Chris gets in the passenger
          seat. Her car is a mess.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   How do they even let you in a
                   hospital?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Shut up. I'm very sanitary at
                   work.
                         
          She moves some fast food wrappers to the back seat.
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   You ready?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah. You?
                         
                                              ROSE
                   Oh, wait.
                         
          She raises her phone and takes a selfie of the two of them.
                         
                                              ROSE (CONT'D)
                   Ready.
                         
          Chris puts his hand on her leg, and they drive off.
                         
                         
          EXT. NEW YORK - CITY - CONTINUOUS
                         
          The car leaves the city.
                         
                         
          EXT. RURAL ROAD - BIRD'S-EYE VIEW - DAY
                         
          We soar over the car as it drives through the beautiful
          countryside; a road flanked by woods.
                                                                    10.
                         
          INT. ROSE'S CAR - DAY
                         
          Rose hums. Chris, in the passengers seat, looks through his
          camera at the passing trees. He snaps a test shot.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   How long has it been?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   10 months, so a year basically;
                   longest I've ever been away.
                         
          Chris takes out another cigarette. Rose promptly grabs it and
          opens the window.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Whoa... whoa!! Come on! I'm a
                   grown man. If a man says he wants
                   a cigarette, a man should be able
                                  TOO- -
                         
          She throws it out the window.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Okay, so that's like a dollar. You
                   basically just throwin' dollars
                   out the window.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   You shouldn't have bought them.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I didn't buy them. Rod... Shit.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   What?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I almost forgot Rod.
                         
                         
          EXT. LAGUARDIA AIRPORT - OUTSIDE THE TERMINAL - DAY
                         
          ROD WILLIAMS, 26, African American, a stocky TSA agent smokes
          a cigarette. His cell phone rings.
                         
                                            ROD
                   `Sup?
                         
                         INTERCUT WITH:
                                                                    11.
                         
          INT. ROSE'S CAR - DAY
                         
          Chris sits in the passenger seat and talks on the cell phone.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Hey. You at work?
                         
                                            ROD
                   Yeah. How I'm gonna get in trouble
                   for following standard procedure?
                   Fuckin' Gary out here thinkin'
                   just because a bitch old, she
                   can't hijack an airplane.
                         
          Chris laughs.
                         
                                            ROD (CONT'D)
                   Like you can't hide a bomb in a
                   wheelchair? Watch, Chris, the next
                   9/11 is gonna be on some geriatric
                   shit.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Look, man, real quick. You good to
                   watch Sid this weekend right?
                         
                                            ROD
                   What? You think I forgot? Damn
                   `C', give your boy a little
                   credit. I don't forget shit; you
                   do.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   You're right. My bad.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Apology accepted. How's `Lil Miss
                   Rosie?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   She's good.--
                         
          Rose takes the phone.
                         
                                             ROSE
                   Hi, Rod.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Whattup babygirl? You better bring
                   my boy back in one piece.
                                                        12.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I don't even know what that means
                   but yes I promise.
                         
                                            ROD
                   You know you picked the wrong guy
                   though right?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   It's not too late for us is it?
                         
          Chris takes the phone back.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Okay, get your own girl.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Damn, I never seen you like this.
                   Meeting the family and everything?
                   What does she do lick your ass?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No! What the fuck is wrong with
                   you?
                         
                                            ROD
                   That's it! First girl licks your
                   ass and you done. Just...
                         
          Rod makes a WHIPPING SOUND.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   You need help.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Yeah I do. I need your girl to
                   introduce me to one of her freaky
                   deaky boarding school friends.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (LAUGHING)
                   I'll see what I can do. Oh, and
                   I'll kick you some cash for
                   watching Sid.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Come on, son! I don't need your
                   money. I got you!
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Thanks, man.
                         
                                            ROD
                   You better not come back all
                   bougie on me tho--
                                                                       13.
                         
          Chris hangs up. He gives Rose a look.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   What..? Settle down. You know I'm
                   yours.
                         
          After a beat he puts another cigarette in his mouth.
                         
                                              ROSE (CONT'D)
                   No!
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Last one!
                         
          She goes for it. He dodges playfully and tickles her causing
          her to cackle.
                         
          A shadow darts across the road in front of the hood of the
          car. It's hind legs SMACK the hood of the car with a loud
          THWAT-THWAT. It's propelled into the woods at an awkward
          angle. The CAR SCREECHES to a halt.
                         
          Chris and Rose breathe hard for a few moments of shock.
                         
                                              ROSE
                   Fuck!
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   You okay?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yeah. You?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah. That scared the shit out of
                   me.
                         
                         
          EXT. RURAL ROAD - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Rose gets out of her car and inspects the damage. Chris gets
          out as well. There's a small bloody dent in the hood.
                         
                                              ROSE
                   Fuck!!!
                         
          Chris looks back in the direction of the collision.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Stay here.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   What are you doing?
                                                                    14.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I don't know... See if it's okay?
                         
          Chris walks a few more steps then stops. He rethinks.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Maybe it's gone--
                         
          A guttural, almost human, MOAN OF PAIN comes from in the woods
          behind them. They watch the woods in horror.
                         
          Chris walks back towards the haunting wail. It stops.
                         
                                              ROSE
                   Chris...?
                         
          Chris motions for Rose the stay. He keeps walking towards the
          thicket about 60 ft behind the car.
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   Be careful!
                         
          Chris gathers his courage and takes a step toward the thicket.
          The Moan starts again, but much loader and closer than Chris
          realized. He's startled.
                         
          Chris peers through the bushes. The deer lays there gasping
          for breaths and watching him with a black wet eye. Chris is
          transfixed.
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   Do you see it?
                         
          Chris snaps to. He nods and takes out his phone.
                         
                         
          EXT. UPSTATE NEW YORK ROAD - DAY
                         
          A cop car is now pulled up to where the deer was hit. OFFICER
          FROSTIE - Caucasian - 33 stands near the deer. Another
          officer, OFFICER CROW - 40 - Caucasian with a patronizing
          smirk, stands by the driver's side window of Rose's car which
          Rose and Chris are both back in.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
                         
                                            OFFICER CROWE
                   So in the future the number to
                   call is Animal Control Services.
                         
          Rose doesn't like the way he's looking at them.
                                                                   15.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Right. That makes sense.
                         
                                            OFFICER CROWE
                   You two coming up from the city?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah.
                         
                                            OFFICER CROWE
                   And what brings you up--
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I'm from here. The Lake Pontaco
                   area? We're going home.
                         
                                            OFFICER CROWE
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   You got a driver's license?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Oh... yeah.
                         
          Chris gives Rose a "see?" Look as he gets his license.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   I mean, I don't have a driver's
                   license, I have a state I.D.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I was driving.
                         
                                            OFFICER CROWE
                   I didn't ask who was driving. I
                   asked him for his I.D.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   My boyfriend shouldn't have to
                   show you his I.D. because he
                   hasn't done anything wrong.
                         
                                            OFFICER CROWE
                   Ma'am, any time there is an
                                  INCIDENT--
                         
                                            ROSE
                   No, fuck that!
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Baby. It's okay--
                         
                                            ROSE
                                      (TO CROWE)
                   It's bullshit, and you know it.
                                                                    16.
                         
          There is a tense silence. Officer Crowe's walkie chimes in.
                         
                             OFFICER FROST (O.C.)
                   Everything alright up there
                   Crowsie?
                         
          Officer Crowe stares Rose down. After a moment he presses his
          walkie button.
                         
                                            OFFICER CROWE
                   Yeah, I'm all good.
                         
          He hands Chris his I.D.
                         
                             OFFICER CROWE (CONT'D)
                   You guys be careful.
                         
                         
          EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY
                         
          The car winds through a thickly wooded road.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S CAR - AFTERNOON
                         
          Chris sits in the passenger's seat deep in thought. He watches
          Rose with a new awe. Rose notices. She shrugs.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   What? I'm not gonna let anyone
                   fuck with my man.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   That was some ride or die shit,
                   baby. I like that.
                         
          Rose smiles at him.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   We're here.
                         
                         
          EXT. ARMITAGE ESTATE - AFTERNOON
                         
          The woods give way to an huge front lawn. A large mansion sits
          in the middle. Thick forest surrounds the estate except for
          one side which is the edge of a lake. The property feels
          expensive and isolated; no other houses in sight.
                         
          As they drive through the large front lawn, Chris sees WALTER,
          African American 35 in the distance facing away. Walter wears
          a gardening hat and trims hedges. He works slowly and
          methodically.
                                                                       17.
                         
                                            ROSE
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   That's the grounds-keeper... I
                   think his name is Walter.
                         
          Rose parks in front of the house, and. He has a pleasant
          smile. Rose gets out of the car and waves.
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   Hi!
                         
          Walter turns and waves back. Chris gets out and waves too.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (TO WALTER)
                   Hey! What's up?
                         
          Walter waves silently. Odd.
                         
          As Chris gets the luggage from the trunk, Rose runs to the
          front door and RINGS the DOORBELL. FOOTSTEPS. The door swings
          open revealing...
                         
          DEAN ARMITAGE, 59, a tall, balding, barrel-chested, bear hug
          of a man. Though clearly smart, Dean has an endearing
          cockiness and a bad case of Dad humor. He is the kind of guy
          who pronounces garbage, Gar-bahge.
                         
          And... MISSY ARMITAGE, 56, A beautiful beacon of intellectual
          patience. She is poised and warm; relaxed and in control. They
          stand in the shadows of the doorway smiling. Rose hugs her
          parents.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Hi!!!
                         
                                            DEAN MISSY
                   There's my girl! Hello sweetheart.
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   I miss you guys.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   We miss you, Ro Ro.
                         
          Chris approaches with the bags.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Hi.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Chris, these are my parents. Mom,
                   Dad, this is Chris.
                                                                       18.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Good to finally meet you...
                         
          Chris holds his hand out.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Mr. Armitage will do.
                         
                                             CHRIS
                   Sure.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   I got him.
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   Come here.
                         
          Dean grabs Chris' arm and pulls Chris in tight.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   Call me Dean. We hug around here,
                   Fella.
                         
                                             CHRIS
                   Alright.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   My wife Missy.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I've heard so much about you guys.
                         
          Missy holds Chris' shoulders and examines his face and chest.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Yes, you'll do just fine. So
                   handsome.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Can we get inside before you guys
                   start embarrassing me?
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Of course, come inside, make
                   yourself at home.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm fine with the embarrassing by
                   the way; go ahead.
                         
          Missy and Dean laugh. The four enter the house. Missy shuts
          the door behind them.
                         
          Outside, Walter watches as his smile fades away. He slowly
          turns and goes back to work.
                                                                    19.
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE LIVING ROOM - DAY
                         
          A wonderful house looms ahead. The interior is worldly and
          interesting; clean and homey. Several paintings of castles and
          medieval battles accent the walls. Taxidermy. One wall is all
          bookshelf, and there is a fireplace.
                         
          Above the fireplace is a large hauntingly beautiful portrait
          an old man and woman.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Wow.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   "Wow" is good. We'll take wow.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I grew up in a one bedroom, so for
                   me, this is ridiculous.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   It ought to be. Lord knows we've
                   done enough work on it through the
                   years...
                         
                                            MISSY
                       (To Rose and Chris)
                   How was the ride in?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   We hit a deer.
                         
                                            DEAN MISSY
                   Oh no! Where?
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   I don't know. Down around Lyons
                   road?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   It came out of nowhere.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Are you guys okay?
                         
                                            CHRIS ROSE
                   Yeah. Yeah. It just fruck us out.
                         
                                            MISSY (CONT'D)
                   I bet.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   You know what I say. One down... a
                   few hundred thousand to go.
                         
          Dean snickers.
                                                                    20.
                         
                                            MISSY ROSE
                   Dean. So awful! Dad.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   What?! Those things are everywhere
                   up here, Chris; like rats. The
                   damage they've done to the ecology
                   alone... Anyway, are we ready for
                   the grand tour?
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Let them unload their bags first.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Leave `em. Walter will get `em.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I think we'll manage, Dad.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
                         
          Rose and Chris take their bags upstairs.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE - ROSE'S BEDROOM - DAY
                         
          Rose's old room is preserved in the state of a young-minded
          teenage girl. Lots of pink and dated boy band posters, a
          stuffed lion. A window overlooks the front lawn.
                         
          Rose and Chris place their bags down.
                         
                                            ROSE
                                      (SARCASTIC)
                   You think they wish I was still a
                   kid?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I cannot believe they kept it the
                   same.
                         
          Chris looks at some pictures posted on her dresser.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   So...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   They're great.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yay.
                                                                    21.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No, they're totally sweet.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I told you they'd love you.
                         
          He sees a picture of Rose in high school on stage in a
          production of `The Crucible.'
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   What?! Is this you?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   "The Crucible." I was Abigail.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I didn't know you acted.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   There's a lot you don't know about
                   me.
                         
          Rose grabs Chris by the belt and pulls him to the bed on top
          of her. They kiss. She goes for his fly.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Wait, what about the tour?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   "The tour?" Are you serious?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   We just got here. I don't wanna be
                   disrespectful...
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Who gives a fuck? Be
                   disrespectful.
                         
          He stops her.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm serious. Later.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
                         
          Dean and Chris walk and look at pictures on the wall. Rose and
          Missy catch up in the living room.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Frankenstein's monster. Only
                   pieces of the original structure
                   remain; I like to think the soul
                   is in tact though.
                                                                    22.
                         
          They keep walking.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   There are seven bedrooms, ten
                   bathrooms, three indoor dining
                   areas, two study's, two main
                   kitchens. There's an observatory
                   wing on the top floor. And you'd
                   be hard pressed to find a room
                   that doesn't serve as library.
                         
          Chris zones in on a photograph taken in the 90's in front of
          the Armitage house. Dean and Missy are younger, and Rose and
          her brother Jeremy are kids.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   That's Jeremy. Rose's brother.
                   He's in Med school.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I've heard stories.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   He went through a couple dark
                   spots but came out the other side.
                   You'll meet him later.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Oh, cool.
                         
          Dean points out the older couple in the picture, the same from
          the portrait in the living room; GRANDPA and GRANDMA.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Mother and Father lived here till
                   the end. They died a few years ago
                   now. Passed away within weeks of
                   each other...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I hear that happens a lot.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   "Love" is a powerful thing.
                         
          They move down the hallway to a black and white framed picture
          of a 25 year old man posing in the starting position for a
          race.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   My Dad was a runner. A good
                   runner; great sprinter.
                                                                    23.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   Oh, In fact, you might find this
                   interesting, he was just beat out
                   by Jessie Owens in the qualifying
                   round for the `36 Olympics in
                   Berlin. That's the one where--
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   --Owens won in front of Hitler.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   You know your history.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Not really. That one always just
                   stood out in my mind.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Of course. One of those perfect
                   moments. There's Hitler on his
                   high horse with his perfect Aryan
                   race, and here comes this black
                   guy to prove him wrong on the
                   world's stage. What a moment.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah, tough break for your father
                   though.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   He almost got over it.
                         
          Dean winks.
                         
          HOUSE - MISSY'S OFFICE - DAY
                         
          Dean opens the door to the office. He and Chris stand outside
          the door as Dean reaches in to turn on the lights. In front of
          the desk two comfortable-looking chairs face each other. Books
          line the walls, and are stacked everywhere. Dean and Chris
          don't enter. A white cat laying next to a teacup wakes up on
          the desk.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Okay Snowbell just looking.
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   Missy's office. This is where she
                   takes appointments.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   She's a Therapist right?
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Yeah. One of the best in the
                   world. Not a tidy woman.
                                                                    24.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Like mother like daughter.
                         
          Dean Cackles.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   And you're a surgeon?
                         
                                            DEAN
                   A neurosurgeon; was. I retired
                   early. Now, I pretty much focus on
                   the house and twiddle my thumbs.
                         
          Dean and Chris pass a closed door.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   Oh, downstairs is the wine cellar,
                   the games room, some storage.
                   Apparently a black mold issue down
                   there. Almost everything needs to
                   get thrown out; shame.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE KITCHEN - DAY
                         
          Dean and Chris continue their walk-through. The kitchen is
          large, homey and pristine. Large windows overlook the
          backyard. GEORGINA, African American, 30 stands facing a wall.
          She is still.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   My mother loved her kitchen.
                         
          Upon hearing them, Georgina comes alive. She resumes cleaning
          the kitchen.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   That view.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Oh, Georgina, this is Chris;
                   Rose's boyfriend.
                         
          Georgina turns to them. She has the same eerie smile as
          Walter. Like she's masking something.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Hi.
                         
                                            GEORGINA
                   Hello.-
                                                                       25.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Ah ha! But now for the piece de
                   resistance...
                         
          Dean opens the glass back door.
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - LATE AFTERNOON
                         
          The yard is huge and the woods beyond it ominous. The wind
          RUSHES through the trees. Dean leads Chris out through the
          yard towards a gazebo.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Badminton and bocce ball, croquet;
                   we're a family who loves games.
                   Two other families have properties
                   on lake Pontaco, and they're way
                   on the other side. Total privacy.
                         
          Chris is distracted by Walter who prepares the lawn mower in
          the distance.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   I know what you're thinking.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah?
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Well-to-do white family; black
                   servants...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I wasn't gonna go there.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   You didn't have to. We hired them
                   a few years ago to help care for
                   my parents; they became part of
                   the family. Couldn't bear to let
                   them go. I hate the way it makes
                   us look though...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Hey. People need work.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Yeah.
                         
          They arrive at an outdoor patio. Dean stops Chris from
          stepping on a dead sparrow.
                                                                    26.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   Well, crap.
                                      (CALLING)
                   Walter!
                         
          Walter turns to face them. He has that same eerily mild smile.
          Vacant in its sincerity.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   Another dead bird!
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   Damn things fly into the patio
                   from time to time; break their
                   necks.
                         
          Walter nods slowly. Dean gently kicks the bird's carcass out
          of their way.
                         
                                              DEAN (CONT'D)
                   Iced tea?
                         
                         
          EXT. OUTDOOR PATIO - DAY
                         
          Dean, Missy, Chris and Rose sit with iced teas.
                         
                                            MISSY
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   Rose tells us your parents aren't
                   with us.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   My Dad was never really in the
                   picture. My mom passed away when I
                   was 11; She was hit by a car.
                         
                                            MISSY DEAN
                   Oh, that's awful; so young. I'm so
                   sorry to hear that.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Yeah. My aunt raised me, with my
                   cousins. We didn't have a lot of
                   money or anything, but she's a
                   good person; kept me off the
                   streets. She gave me my first
                   camera.
                         
          Rose holds Chris' hand.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   You two seem like you've been
                   together for years. How long has
                   it been now?
                                                        27.
                         
                                            CHRIS ROSE
                   4 months? 5 months.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   5? She's right; I'm wrong.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   `Atta boy Chris. Get used to
                   saying that.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Not a lot of time, anyway. So...?
                   You guys in love or what?
                         
                                             ROSE
                   Mom.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I mean, we've been trying to take
                   it slow but...
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Yep. You're in love. I can tell.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Can't resist the inevitable.
                         
          Walter mows past them in the distance.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   And how did you meet, again?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   At the blood drive.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Remember when I volunteered at the
                   community center?
                         
                                             DEAN
                   Ah, yes.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   And he really is so good looking,
                   isn't he? You'd have beautiful
                   babies.
                         
                                             ROSE
                   I know!
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Uh oh. Get out of here before it's
                   too late!
                                                                    28.
                         
                                            ROSE
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   Now, all you have to do is just
                   quit smoking.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Oh no! A smoker!?
                         
                                            MISSY
                   And we were just beginning to like
                   you.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No. I'm quitting.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   You should have Missy take care of
                   that for you.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Oh God.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   How?
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Hypnosis. Works like a charm.
                         
          Missy watches Chris' reaction intently. He is uncomfortable.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Oh.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   I thought the whole thing was B.S.
                   too. I smoked for 20 years. She
                   puts me under once, now the sight
                   of a cigarette makes me wanna
                   vomit.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Of course, I'd give you the
                   service for free. You are family
                   after all.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Wow. I don't... Thank you. Um, I
                   don't know.
                         
          Chris looks to Rose for help.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   You guys, normal people don't want
                   strangers fiddling around in their
                   heads.
                                                                    29.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   If you change your mind... We're
                   just glad you could join us for
                   the big get-together.
                         
          Georgina brings the pitcher of iced tea around and refills
          everyone's glass. Chris tries to thank her with a look. She
          smiles and avoids eye contact.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   The get-together?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   The party tomorrow? I told you.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I must have forgot.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Oh, well we host a shindig once a
                   year for our friends.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   A tradition. Some of my Dad's old
                   social club. Some old patients.
                   Some just friends...
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Drinks, good food, good people...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Sounds fun.
                         
          Georgina has been pouring Chris' drink too long and his glass
          has overflown.
                         
                                              MISSY
                   Georgina!
                         
          Georgina snaps out of her daze. She realizes what she's done
          and starts to clean.
                         
                                            MISSY (CONT'D)
                   It's fine George, I'll get it.
                   Maybe you need a nap.
                         
          Georgina nods, smiles and walks away. Chris and Rose look at
          Dean. That was odd. Dean shrugs.
                         
          A CAR HORN HONKS in front of the house.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Jeremy's home.
                         
          JEREMY, 29, rounds the house with open arms.
                                                                    30.
                         
          He's "Rich kid intense"; handsome and strong with an
          unpredictable wildness behind his eyes.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Who answers the door around here?!
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE DINING ROOM - LATER/NIGHT
                         
          Everyone laughs.
                         
          Dean pours the remainder of a bottle of wine into Chris'
          glass. Their meal is done and they are tipsy. Jeremy pops the
          cork on a new bottle of wine as he energetically holds court.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   One more... So, let me set the
                   scene. I'm a junior; Ro's a
                   freshman and she has a crush on
                   this guy Connor--
                         
                                            ROSE
                   --No. Mom.
                         
                                              MISSY
                   Jeremy...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No, no... These are good. I wanna
                   hear this.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Manners, Rose. Give the guest what
                   he wants.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Yeah, Rose.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I hate you.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Connor Garfield was on my lacrosse
                   team. Huge guy, like 6'3", and
                   crazy, just like "Looney Tunes,"
                   right? We had thrown a party--
                         
                                              ROSE
                   You did.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   I think my parents were in Greece
                   or something. We had gotten into
                   their liquor cabinet and we're all
                   shit-faced.
                                                        31.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   No you weren't. Were you?
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   We put water in the bottles so you
                   wouldn't know. Let me finish.
                   Okay, so I'm upstairs in my
                   parents' bathroom hooking up with
                   Jenny Richardson. Hottest girl in
                   our class.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Uch.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   You realize you're coming off like
                   a total douche right now, right?
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Thanks. All of a sudden Connor
                   starts banging on the bathroom
                   door, right? I open it, and he's
                   got blood gushing out of his mouth
                   and he's screaming "Your thith-ter
                   bit my fuckin' thongue off!!!!"
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Whoa, what?
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Sure enough, there is a centimeter
                   of tongue meat missing right here.
                         
          Jeremy demonstrates and Chris winces.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (TO ROSE)
                   Ahhhh! You bit him?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   He cornered me and shoved his
                   tongue in my mouth, so yeah.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Damn. That's badass, Bae.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   I'm going to see how dessert is
                   coming along.
                                      (TO DEAN)
                   Maybe we can change the
                   conversation to something a little
                   lighter.
                                                                    32.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yeah, great story. Thanks for
                   making it totally uncomfortable.
                         
          Missy walks out of the dining room into the kitchen. The door
          swings open and Chris gets another glimpse of Georgina who
          stands with a kitchen knife and wears an intense and wicked
          little smile. The door swings shut.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Okay, new subject. Chris, Yanks or
                   Mets?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Ah, Orioles. My mom was from
                                  BALTIMORE SO--
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   You an MMA fan?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Oh God.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   What?
                         
                                            DEAN
                   She's right. Let someone else talk
                   for a bit.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   You've had your chance. He's
                   dating my sister. I can't bond
                   with the guy?
                         
          Dean exhales.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   You mean like UFC? Yeah, nah. Too
                   brutal for me. I'm a lover, not a
                   fighter.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   You ever get into street fights as
                   a kid?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Not really. I did take Judo for
                   after-school in 1st grade.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Awww.
                                                                       33.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Cause, with your frame, your
                   genetic make-up? If you pushed
                   your body, I mean really trained,
                   you'd be a beast.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Cool... Thanks?
                         
          The kitchen door swings open again, and Missy walks back in
          with a perfect carrot cake. Georgina is gone.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   What'd I miss?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   More ramblings from King Awkward.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   We're talking about sports.
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   Stand up. Let me show you
                   something.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   No karate at the dinner table.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   It's not karate, it's jiu-jitsu.
                         
          He stumbles a little towards Chris and tries to put him in a
          headlock. Chris stands.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I've got a rule. I don't play-
                   fight with drunk dudes.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                                  I'M JUST--
                         
                                            DEAN
                   --Alright, enough Jeremy!
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   I wasn't going to hurt him.
                         
          Dean is loud and stern for the first time. Jeremy's eyes
          flutter, DRUNK and embarrassed. He grabs a wine bottle and
          goes upstairs`.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   And that's my brother.
                                                                       34.
                         
          EXT. THE ESTATE. NIGHT
                         
          Full moon. CRICKETS.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Rose and Chris make hushed love in her bed. A stuffed lion
          seems to watch Chris. He turns it away.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S BEDROOM - LATER
                         
          Rose sleeps, but Chris is wide awake. There's a buzz in his
          ear. He smacks his own head and sits up. A soft HOWL of WIND
          rushes through the room. The CLOSET DOOR CREEKS open.
                         
          Chris' eyes drift to the pack of cigarettes sticking out of
          his camera bag pocket draped on the desk chair.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE HALLWAY - NIGHT
                         
          Chris leaves Rose's room and walks down the dark hallway. A
          floorboard creaks under his feet. He turns down the stairs.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Chris gets to the bottom of the stairs. He hears the
          floorboard creek upstairs. He stops and turns, expecting
          someone to follow him down. Nothing. Chris continues to walk
          down the hallway past the pictures towards the kitchen.
                         
          The basement door is open a crack. Chris peers into it
          curiously. A stairwell leads down into pitch darkness. Chris
          shuts the door. A figure now stands at the end of the hallway
          behind him. He doesn't notice. He just keeps going into...
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Chris walks through the kitchen. He bumps into a bar chair
          moving it slightly. He keeps walking. He continues out the
          sliding back door of the house.
                                                                      35.
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Chris steps out the back door and takes a cigarette out. Chris
          looks into the vast night around him. The CRICKETS are
          deafening.
                         
          Suddenly, something DARTS FAST across the yard in the
          distance. Chris peers out into the darkness. The thing RUNS
          across the lawn again. A moment of terror comes over Chris. He
          makes out a shape. It's now running towards him. Chris backs
          up in fear just as the figure emerges from the shadows and
          into the moonlight. It's Walter, the grounds keeper. He passes
          Chris without noticing. Chris gathers his breath.
                         
          The kitchen light turns on and floods the backyard. Chris
          drops the cigarette and stomps it out. He turns back towards
          the house and finds himself face to face with Georgina, who
          glares through the window dead in Chris' eyes. He's caught.
                         
          Georgina doesn't react. Chris it still. Georgina suddenly
          exposes her teeth in a frightening grimace. Chris backs away
          slowly.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          Georgina sucks her teeth. She doesn't actually see Chris at
          all. She's looking at her teeth in the reflection in the
          window which, front lit, reflects her and the room around her.
          Outside is invisible.
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - NIGHT
                         
          Chris realizes he's not caught. Close call. Inside Georgina
          notices the bar chair has been moved. She moves it back into
          its original position, and begins cleaning the kitchen
          cabinets. Chris quietly sneaks around the house.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE DINING ROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Chris sneaks in through the door in the dark dining room.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Chris moves through the living room towards the stairs, the
          lamp in the middle of the room turns on startling Chris. Missy
          sits near him; cat in lap; almost seductively. He's caught;
          for real this time.
                                                                       36.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Quick fix?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah. Nerves got me I guess.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Come. Let's nip this in the bud.
                         
                         
          INT. MISSY'S OFFICE - NIGHT
                         
          Missy sits in a chair and directs Chris to sit across from
          her. She pours them both some tea. Chris sits.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I still don't know if this is
                   right for me.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   There really is no need to be
                   nervous.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm good. The dude was running out
                   there. Scared me.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Walter starts early every day.
                   He's borderline obsessive
                   compulsive. Tea?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Nah, I'm good. It'll keep me up.
                         
          Missy puts two sugar cubes in her cup. She begins to stir
          slowly, CLINKING the SPOON softly and rhythmically against the
          sides of the cup.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   How's the bed. Good?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Comfortable enough?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   It's perfect, thanks.
                                                             37.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Enough sheets?
                         
                                               CHRIS
                   Yep.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   So, how does this work? Are you
                   going to swing a pocket watch in
                   front of my face?
                         
                                            MISSY
                   You watch a lot of Television.
                   Now, you are feeling very
                   sleeepy...
                         
          They share a smile.
                         
                                            MISSY (CONT'D)
                   We do use focal points sometimes,
                   but just about any object or
                   simple motion can guide someone to
                   a state of heightened
                   suggestibility.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Heightened suggestibility. Okay,
                   where do we start?
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Your childhood.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah, my memory sucks.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Wounds get locked in your heart
                   and they fester and grow into ugly
                   little things like depression and
                   addiction. But, they are all in
                   there somewhere. All we need to do
                   is find the key.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
          The world around Chris slowly goes out of focus.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I guess if it makes me quit...
                   Wait... Has it started--?
                                                                     38.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   --we're going to go back to a
                   place that might be uncomfortable
                   for you. Your Mother's death to be
                   specific. Were you there when she
                   was hit?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I was home. I was watching TV.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Let's go back there. Hear this
                   place. Let the vibrations rush run
                   through your body and ears. Hear
                   it... Find it... Tell me when you
                   find it.
                         
          The sound of RAIN AGAINST a WINDOW slowly fades up along with
          the MUFFLED sound of a SITCOM ON TELEVISION.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Okay... Yeah, I found it.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Good. How did you find out she
                   died?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I knew it. She was never late
                   after work. When she didn't come
                   home, I just knew something was
                   wrong.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Good. Now touch. Feel your
                   surroundings. Feel every part of
                   your body and what you touched.
                   Feel it. Find it... Tell me when
                   you find it...
                         
          FLASHBACK - INT. SMALL APARTMENT. NIGHT
                         
          Close on 11 year old Chris' hands scratches the bed post
          nervously.
                         
                             MISSY (V.O.)
                   Tell me when you find it.
                         
                             CHRIS (V.O.)
                   I found it.
                         
          His toes brush the carpet as his dangling legs swing off the
          side of his bed.
                                                                    39.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
          PRESENT DAY - INT. MISSY'S OFFICE. - NIGHT
                         
          Chris' feet try to swing but are too long. He scratches the
          arm of the chair in Missy's office.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   You said `you knew something was
                   wrong.' What did you do?
                         
                                             CHRIS
                   Nothing.
                         
                                             MISSY
                   Nothing?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I just sat there. Watching TV.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   You didn't call someone? Your Aunt
                   or the police?
                         
                                             CHRIS
                   No.
                         
                                             MISSY
                   Why not?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I don't know. I thought if I did,
                   it would make it real.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Next is smell and taste. Breathe
                   in and let the scent fill your
                   nose. Smell that place. Taste it.
                   Find it.
                         
          Chris is getting emotional. He breathes deep through his nose.
                         
          FLASH BACK - INT. SMALL APARTMENT KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          Young Chris finishes inhaling. The rain hits the window sill.
                         
                             MISSY (V.O.)
                   Tell me. Tell me when you find it.
                         
          Young Chris takes sip of a juice box.
                         
          PRESENT DAY - INT. MISSY'S OFFICE. NIGHT
                         
          26 year old Chris sips from an invisible straw.
                                                                    40.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I found it.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Good. Now lastly, you must see it.
                   Let the light flood into your
                   eyes. Every color, every detail.
                   See it. See it. Find it.
                         
          Chris' eyelids flutter. He continues to scratch the armchair.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING
                         
          FLASHBACK - INT. SMALL APARTMENT - NIGHT
                         
          11-year-old Chris scratches through the wood on his bed,
          splintering the wood. He watches TV from his bed next to some
          action figures.
                         
                             MISSY (V.O.)
                   Tell me when--
                         
          11-year-old Chris nods.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
          PRESENT DAY - INT. MISSY'S OFFICE. NIGHT
                         
          Chris nods and cries.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   --Found it.
                         
                                            MISSY
                                      (REALIZING)
                   You think it was your fault.
                         
          Chris nods.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
                                            MISSY (CONT'D)
                   I want you to feel that fear
                   again, Chris.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I don't want to.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   It's okay. I'm here.
                         
          Chris trembles anxiously.
                                                                     41.
                         
                                            MISSY (CONT'D)
                   Are you afraid now? Paralyzed like
                   that day?
                         
          He nods. Her empathetic expression turns into a sick smile.
                         
                                            MISSY (CONT'D)
                   Good. Now sink into the floor.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                  WAIT--
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Sink! Now!
                         
          TING TING...
                         
          Chris' hand has compulsively scratched open the arm of the
          chair. His hand stops. His mouth drops and eyes open, frozen.
                         
          FLASHBACK - INT. SMALL APARTMENT - NIGHT
                         
          ...TING TING.
                         
          Suddenly, 11-year-old Chris falls through the bed and floor.
                         
          END FLASHBACK.
                         
                         
          INT. DARKNESS
                         
          Terror. Chris, 26 again, breathes fast but falls in slow
          motion though darkness as if through water.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                         
          He flails towards a pitch black abyss. He's illuminated by the
          fading blue flicker of a large downward facing TV-like screen.
          On it Missy sits Speaking to him and clinking her teacup.
                         
          Missy's voice is everywhere.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Good. Good. Sink. Sink.
                         
          PRESENT DAY - INT. MISSY'S OFFICE. NIGHT
                         
          Chris' body sits in his chair motionless. He can't move. His
          eyes are wide open, staring strait at Missy.
                                                                    42.
                         
          INT. DARKNESS
                         
          Chris continues to slowly fall backwards. Missy approaches on
          the screen above him. It shows what his eyes are seeing.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No! NO!!! I'm done! Bring me back!
                   Please!!!!
                         
          There is no response. Chris cries. Eventually he slows down
          and comes to a stop. He lands feet first on a soft ground.
          This place sounds like it's crawling with insects. He looks
          up. He can still see the screen above but it is far away, like
          the mouth of a deep and expansive well.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Mrs. Armitage!!!
                         
          On the screen, Missy stands. She walks towards Chris' body and
          looks down at him through his own eyes.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Now you are in the Sunken Place.
                         
          Missy reaches towards the screen and shuts his eyelids. The
          abyss goes almost completely dark. Now he's alone in the dark.
          He cries in terror.
                         
          Chris hears a DEEP HULKING BREATHING in the darkness.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (WHISPERING)
                   Something's down here...
                         
          No response.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                                      (WHISPERING)
                   Bring me back. Bring me back.
                   Bring me back. Bring me back...
                         
          In the darkness, the SOUND OF HOOVES CRUNCHING ON SOFT GROUND
          approaches.
                         
          THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Bring me back. Bring me back.
                   Bring me back.
                         
          The sounds get louder and louder.
                         
          THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK.
                                                                      43.
                         
          An antlered thing emerges from the shadow. It's head is that
          of a deer, but with the flesh stripped off and with mostly its
          skull exposed.
                         
                                             CHRIS (CONT'D)
                      No!
                         
          Its eyes glow and flicker faint blue in its sockets. It MOANS
          A WRONG SOUNDING MOAN; in hateful anguish. It charges Chris...
                         
          THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK.
                         
          The bloody deer impales Chris on its antlers. They both MOAN.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S BEDROOM - DAWN
                         
          Chris wakes up with a start in Rose's bed sweaty and heaving.
          He's alone and confused. Bad dream? Headache.
                         
          The SHOWER RUNS inside Rose's bathroom. SHE HUMS.
                         
                         DING DING
                         
          He's gotten a message. It's a picture of Rod pretending to
          pour beer in Sid's mouth. Chris smiles. The batteries are low.
          He plugs his phone in and puts it on the dresser.
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - DAWN
                         
          It's Golden hour. Beautiful. Chris walks through the yard to
          the edge of the forest with his camera.
                         
          Chris keeps walking. He looks through a long-zoom lens into
          the wilderness. He sees a bird and snaps a picture.
                         
          He turns to the house. Georgina can be seen through an
          upstairs window knitting. He raises his camera. She's
          beautiful. She stands and begins to remove her wig. Then as if
          aware she's being watched, she turns towards him. Chris turns
          away, taking a picture in another direction. He glances back
          at the window. Georgina is gone.
                         
          BANG. A sparrow slams against the gazebo and falls to the
          ground. Startling Chris.
                         
                                             CHRIS
                      Damn.
                         
          He turns away and is startled even more by Walter smiling
          serenely at him about 50 feet away in the yard. Embarrassed,
          Chris gathers himself. He walks towards Walter.
                                                                     44.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   What's up?
                         
          No response.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   They working you good out here,
                   huh?
                         
          Walter's voice is soft and methodical. His eyes remain distant
          as though he his looking through Chris. Chilling. There is a
          hidden anger behind his pleasantness.
                         
                                            WALTER
                   Nothing I don't want to be doing.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Ha!
                         
          Walter isn't joking.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Yeah... yeah. No, I can tell. I
                   never really got to meet you
                   actually, up close. I'm Chris.
                         
                                            WALTER
                   I know who you are. You're Rose's
                   friend.
                         
          Chris stops walking about 15 feet from Walter. Something
          doesn't feel right.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah. That's one way to put it.
                   So, where you from originally?
                         
                                            WALTER
                   She is lovely isn't she?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Rose? Yeah, she is...
                         
                                            WALTER
                   One of a kind; a real doggone
                   keeper.
                         
          Chris is weirded out.
                         
                                            WALTER (CONT'D)
                   Sorry if I scared you last night.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Oh, yeah. Actually, I guess I was
                   pretty drunk.
                                      (MORE)
                                                                     45.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   I don't remember much.
                         
                                            WALTER
                   And the hypnosis? Did it work?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Hypnosis? No, I didn't...
                         
          Chris remembers.
                         
                                            WALTER
                   Well, I should get back to work.
                         
          Chris raises his hand in a timid `black power fist.' Walter
          raises his hand in an open wave.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   There's another bird...
                         
          Walter nods. Chris turns and walks to the house. Chris makes
          pops a cigarette into his mouth. He is repulsed by the taste
          of it. He looks at it. More of last night seems to come back
          to him.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S BEDROOM - DAY
                         
          Chris enters as Rose finishes blow drying her hair. He's
          worked up.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Hi. Where have you been?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Out. Taking pictures. Hey, so I
                   think your mom hypnotised me last
                   night.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Wait, what?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (HAZY)
                   I think I snuck out for a smoke,
                   and she caught me and offered? I
                   don't know. I must have agreed to
                   it `cause the thing just made me
                   nauseous.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Okay. Well then that's good,
                   right?
                                                                    46.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No, not good. I can barely
                   remember any of it even happening;
                   I don't like that. Plus I had
                   these fucked up dreams.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   That happened to me too.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   What did?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   The nightmares. When I was a kid.
                   She hypnotized me once for stage
                   fright, and I had the craziest
                   nightmares, but it worked...
                         
          She wraps herself up in Chris' arms. Chris thinks.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   And, what's the deal with the
                   help?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Like... The iced tea thing? Yeah
                   that was weird.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   That, but also the lawn-mower guy
                   creepin' me the fuck out too.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Why? Did he say something?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   It's not what he says, it's how he
                   says it. You know?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yeah, something about them
                   seems... different.
                         
          Out the window, A CAR DRIVES onto the front yard. Rose hears
          and looks.
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   They're here.
                         
          Chris looks as well. A car parks on the front lawn. A Chauffer
          gets out and opens the backseat passenger door. A well-trained
          Husky service dog exits the car followed by JIM HUDSON, 57.
          Jim is blind and has slicked back grey hair.
                                                                       47.
                         
          EXT. FRONT YARD - NOON
                         
          Bird's-eye view. Walter helps direct 12 expensive cars onto a
          makeshift parking lot on the front lawn. Wealthy guests emerge
          from each one.
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - NOON
                         
          The party is in full swing. The 30 or so guests mingle
          excitedly. They are all white except for one Japanese man.
                         
          Through the kitchen window, Georgina fixes food and helps
          occupy four white children by helping them make Hors
          d'oeuvres.
                         
          Rose and Chris get a drink at the bar. They walk through the
          party. Missy mingles with some guests. She makes eye contact
          with Chris and winks. He looks away.
                         
          Chris and Rose are stopped by GORDON GREENE, 68, and his wife
          EMILY GREENE, 67. Gordon is a cute man with a cane and impish
          excitement. Emily is pretty and birdlike. They watch Chris
          intently and smile from ear to ear. Gordon shakes Chris' hand
          thoroughly.
                         
                                            GORDON
                   Nice to meet you, Chris. Nice to
                   meet you indeed.
                                      (TO EMILY)
                   Good grip.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Thanks. You too.
                         
                                            GORDON
                   You ever play golf?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Once, actually; a few years ago. I
                   wasn't very good.
                         
                                            EMILY
                   Gordon was a professional golfer
                   for years.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Oh? No kidding.
                         
                                            GORDON
                   Can't quite swing the hips like I
                   used to though. You know, I met
                   Tiger.
                                                                    48.
                         
          Rose and Chris share a subtle smirk.
                         
                                            ROSE CHRIS
                   Wow, that's great. Cool.
                         
                                            EMILY
                   Gordon loves Tiger.
                         
                                            GORDON
                   Best I've ever seen. Ever, hands
                   down. Let's see your form.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Me? I could barely hit the thing.
                         
                                            GORDON
                   Show me...
                         
          Chris does.
                         
                                            GORDON (CONT'D)
                   If I knew what I know now at your
                   age? Now then I could really play.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   It'd be kind of a waste of time
                   travel though.
                         
          They laugh.
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - LATER
                         
          Chris and Rose speak to NELSON DEETS, 82, who's smiles in a
          wheelchair with his jaw hanging, and LISA DEETS, 54, a loose-
          lipped trophy wife smiles at Chris in a predatory manner. They
          have Dutch accents.
                         
                                            LISA
                                      (TO ROSE)
                   How handsome is he?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Extremely.
                         
          Lisa squeezes Chris' bicep. A bit too familiar.
                         
                                            LISA
                   Not bad huh, Nelson?
                         
                                            NELSON
                   Eh?
                                                                    49.
                         
                                            LISA
                                      (TO ROSE)
                   So, is it true? The love making.
                   Is it better?
                         
          Rose cackles at the bluntness of the question. Chris almost
          chokes on his drink. Lisa continues to size Chris up.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Wow. Um..
                         
                                            LISA
                                      (TO ROSE)
                   I'm being too forward?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   We'll talk later.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Oh, will you now?
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - LATER
                         
          Chris and Rose talk to PARKER DRAY, 60, and APRIL DRAY, 57.
          They are an overweight, rose-cheeked tipsy wasp couple. Chris
          and Rose try to mask boredom and annoyance.
                         
                                            APRIL
                   Who even cares about skin color?
                   My God.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Right. I mean--
                         
                                            PARKER
                   The world cares, April. But it's
                   not a question of physical
                   superiority, it's "What skin color
                   is more culturally advantageous?"
                         
          As Parker drones on Chris looks around the party. Dean
          schmoozes animatedly with two couples. He quickly scans the
          party, finds Chris and points him out. The two couples wave
          and smile giddily. They had all just been talking about him.
          Chris pretends to not see this.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   "Advantageous?"
                         
          Suddenly, Chris sees another black guy walking through the
          crowd. Relief. It is Andre, the jogger from the first scene,
          but he's very different than before.
                                                                       50.
                         
          He seems glazed-over with the same frozen smile as Walter and
          Georgina, and wears a particularly square ascot and golfing
          hat.
                         
                                            PARKER
                   Fairer skin is has been in favor'
                   the last couple of thousands of
                   years, but the pendulum has swung
                   back again hasn't it..?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm sorry. I'm going to get
                   another drink.
                         
          Chris walks away.
                         
                                            PARKER
                   I didn't mean to offend him.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Really? `Cause you have yet to say
                   anything that's not a blanket
                   statement about race.
                         
                                            PARKER
                   Now, Rose.--
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER
                         
          Andre stands by the bar and makes himself a Martini. Chris
          approaches him.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   It's good to see another brother
                   around here.
                         
          Andre turns to face Chris neatly. Andre's voice is completely
          different from the first scene. There is no longer any trace
          of an urban dialect. He speaks in a lower pitch and slow,
          enunciating his words precisely.
                         
                                            ANDRE
                   Yes, of course it is.
                         
          Chris expects Andre to engage more. He doesn't. He just stares
          at him smiling.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Who do you know?
                         
                                            ANDRE
                   Why, the Armitage's of course.
                   We're friends of the family.
                                                                       51.
                         
          PHIL, 65, a craggy effeminate man with manicured eyebrows,
          cuts between them.
                         
                                            PHIL
                                      (TO ANDRE)
                   There you are. Here, put this
                   somewhere.
                         
          Phil hands his napkin to Andre who pockets it obediently. Phil
          places his hand on Andre's back possessively.
                         
                                            PHIL (CONT'D)
                                      (TO CHRIS)
                   Oh, hello. I'm Phil... and you
                   are...?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Chris. Rose's boyfriend.
                         
                                            PHIL
                   Fantastic. Logan and I know Rose
                   very well.
                         
                                            ANDRE
                   I'm sorry, where are my manners.
                   Logan, Logan King.
                                      (TO PHIL)
                   Chris was just telling me that he
                   felt more comfortable with my
                   being here.
                         
          Chris is let down. Andre isn't what he had hoped.
                         
                                            PHIL
                   That's nice. Logan, I hate to tear
                   you away, dear, but the Wincott's
                   were asking about you.
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                   Ah, well it was nice meeting you
                   Chris.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Sure.
                         
          Chris holds out his fist for Andre/Logan to bump. Andre/Logan
          shakes Chris' fist and then, realizing his error fist bumps
          him like it's the first time.
                         
          Andre/Logan and Phil laugh and walk away. They join a small
          group of people who applaud Andre's arrival. Andre does a
          little spin showing off his clothes.
                                                                     52.
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - MOMENTS LATER
                         
          Chris comes back to Rose. He is more creeped out and agitated.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Where's your drink?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   What? Oh, I forgot.
                         
          Dean projects over the crowd.
                         
                                             DEAN
                   Hello!
                         
          Everyone applauds and gives Dean their attention.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   Achem! Once again, I want to thank
                   you all for coming. Words cannot
                   express how much it means to us
                   that after all these years we can
                   all still get together and share.
                   I'm reminded of stories of how the
                   knights of old would gather in
                   honor of a new crusade...
                         
                         
          EXT. GAZEBO. DAY.
                         
          During Dean's speech, Chris wanders away from the group.
                         
                                            JIM
                   Ignorant shit...
                         
          Chris hadn't seen Jim Hudson, the blind man, who sits in the
          gazebo with his seeing eye dog. He is close to Chris, but far
          enough away from the group that no one else hears them.
                         
                                             CHRIS
                   Who?
                         
                                            JIM
                   All of them. Ignorant assholes.
                   They have no idea what real people
                   go through.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I guess people only see what's in
                   front of them.
                         
          Chris notices his faux pas.
                                                              53.
                         
                                              CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   I mean...
                         
                                            JIM
                   Heh. No, you're right. And usually
                   not even that much. That's people.
                         
          Jim holds a glass up. Chris fist bumps the glass.
                         
                                            JIM (CONT'D)
                   Jim Hudson.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                                  CHRIS-
                         
                                            JIM
                   I know who you are. I'm an admirer
                   of your work; you have a great
                   eye...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Wait. Jim Hudson... of Hudson
                   Galleries?
                         
          Jim smiles.
                         
                                            JIM
                   The irony of being a blind art
                   dealer isn't lost on me.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   How do you do it?
                         
                                            JIM
                   I have an assistant describe work
                   to me. You've got something... The
                   images you capture... so brutally
                   melancholic. Powerful stuff.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Thank you. Yeah, I just like
                   finding the beauty in abandoned
                   things.
                         
                                            JIM
                   I used to dabble myself.
                   Wilderness mostly. I submitted to
                   Nat Geo 14 times before realizing
                   I didn't have "the eye" for it;
                   Began dealing. And then, of
                   course, my vision went to shit.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Damn.
                                                                    54.
                         
                                            JIM
                   I know. Life can be a sick joke.
                   One day you're working in a dark
                   room, and the next day - BAM. You
                   wake up in the dark. Genetic
                   disease.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Shit ain't fair, man.
                         
                                            JIM
                   Yeah.
                         
          Jeremy comes over with his preppy friend, Derrick, 29.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Chris, we need you...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah, sure.
                                      (TO JIM)
                   Nice to meet you.
                         
                                            JIM
                   Stop by the gallery some time.
                   Bout time you had a solo show.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Really? Wow, okay. Thank you. That
                   would be a game changer.
                         
                                            JIM
                   I think we could do wonderful
                   things together.
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - LATER
                         
          Chris and Rose play badminton against Jeremy and Derrick. A
          gaggle of party guests watch, entertained. Chris is actually
          having fun. He swings big but misses the shuttlecock.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   HA! Come on. You can do better
                   than that!
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Not my game, what can I say.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Yeah, I see that.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Shut up Jeremy.
                                                                    55.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   I'm just saying, if your boy isn't
                   gonna bring his `A' game, we might
                   as well bring Mom up here.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Whoa, whoa, okay. Now we talkin'
                   smack huh?
                         
          Chris serves the shuttlecock hard. The following rally is
          long, captivating the crowd. Chris ends it with an impressive
          diving swat. Derrick misses the return and the crowd goes
          wild. Chris throws his arms up in celebration.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Boom!
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yay, baby!
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   See, that's what I'm talking
                   about!!! Okay, again!
                         
          Chris is about to serve. He scans the crowd of beaming faces.
          Everyone is rooting for Chris. They love him. Chris scans the
          crowd. It's too much.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Hold up. Here.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Where are you--
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
                         
          Chris gives his racket to Gordon Greene.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
                         
          Chris walks through the kitchen.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE LIVING ROOM - DAY
                         
          Chris slips past several small groups of guests mingling. He
          goes up the stairs to the second floor.
                         
          As soon as he are out of sight and earshot, the mingling
          guests stop in mid-conversation. Everyone in the room waits
          and listens to CHRIS' FOOTSTEPS above.
                         
          It is now clear that their conversations have been fake. They
          are all hanging on Chris' actions.
                                                                    56.
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
                         
          Chris walks to Rose' room.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S BEDROOM - DAY
                         
          Chris exits the bathroom in Rose's room. The bed is made. He
          picks his phone up from the dresser. It's unplugged and out of
          batteries. That's odd. He plugs it in again as he hears a
          CREAK down the hall.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY
                         
          Chris leaves Rose's room. A door at the end of the hallway is
          a crack open. Chris slowly walks down the hall, and peers
          inside. A couple lacrosse trophies and one for ju-jitsu.
          Jeremy's room. Movement inside. It's Georgina making the bed.
          The door creaks alerting her of his presence, she turns
          slowly. Before she sees him he walks quickly back to Rose's
          room just as she comes upstairs.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Hey! You okay?
                         
          Chris waves for her to join him back in her room.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S BEDROOM - DAY
                         
          Chris speaks quietly and frantically to Rose.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   The housekeeper unplugged my
                   phone.
                         
          Rose sighs. "Not this again."
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   I'm trying to check in with Rod,
                   and I got no juice.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I'm sure it was an honest mistake.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah, or maybe not. Maybe she
                   doesn't like the fact that I'm
                   with you.
                         
                                             ROSE
                   Chris...
                                                                     57.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   What? It's a thing.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   You think my family's housekeeper
                   gives a shit who you're with?
                   That's crazy bae.
                         
          Chris sits on the bed and rubs his forehead.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Forget it. Nevermind.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Look, I get it. This whole thing
                   is stressful. I mean, they're
                   circling you like hyenas down
                   there. I just don't get why you're
                   taking it out on George and
                   Walter.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE)
                   You're right. I'm being paranoid.
                   I just need a minute and I'll be
                   down.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Fine.
                         
          Rose leaves a little annoyed.
                         
                         
          INT. CHRIS' APARTMENT - DAY
                         
          Rod eats a cheeseburger and watches a true crime show on
          Chris' couch with Sid the dog. His PHONE RINGS.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Hey.
                         
                         INTERCUT WITH:
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S ROOM - SAME TIME
                         
          Chris is alone in Rose's room. He peers out the window.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Bruh. What's up?
                         
                                            ROD
                   Not much. Sid's chillin'. We
                   eatin' burgers. What's up with
                   you?
                                                        58.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah...
                         
                                            ROD
                   Uh oh. That doesn't sound good.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   They just got me over here meeting
                   all the family friends. It's like
                   they never met a black dude that
                   doesn't work for them or some
                   shit.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Oh, they got you on display?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Exactly. Also, I got hypnotised
                   last night...
                         
                                            ROD
                   Nigga, what the fuck? Oh, Hell no!
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah, to quit smoking. Rose's mom
                   is a hypnotherapist--
                         
                                            ROD
                   --Nope. I don't give a fuck if
                   she's Dr. Drew up in this bitch.
                   You ain't getting in my head.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                       (Seeing Rod's point)
                   Right.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Who knows what they'll make you
                   do. You know white people into
                   some crazy sex slave shit.
                         
          Chris laughs.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah, I'm like 99% sure they're
                   not a kinky sex family, but-
                         
                                            ROD
                   Why not? Jeffery Dahmer ate
                   niggas' heads, but that was after
                   he fucked the heads.
                         
                                            ROD (CONT'D)
                   You think they saw that shit
                   coming? Hell no.
                                      (MORE)
                                                       59.
                         
                                            ROD (CONT'D)
                   One second they think they just
                   gonna suck some dick, next second
                   they sucking dick but their head
                   isn't on their body Chris.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   And thanks for that image, right
                   there.
                         
                                            ROD
                   I saw that on A&E, so that's real
                   life.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   It's the black people out here
                   that are the weirdest. The help.
                   It's like they're possessed or...
                         
                                            ROD
                   Hypnotised.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                                      (DRY)
                                  HA HA--
                         
                                            ROD
                   I'm just connecting the dots you
                   presenting me with. The mom
                   puttin' trances on niggas and
                   fuckin' them. It's clear as day
                   and that's fucked up. She hot?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   What's fucked up is: You're the
                   first line of defense against
                   terrorism.
                         
                                            ROD
                   This is good shit tho.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Oh, and the one other black guest
                   is like the whitest-most dude at
                   the party.
                         
          Rod laughs.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   I mean Rod, if you could see what
                   this dude is wearing.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Send me a picture. You are a
                   photographer.
                                      (MORE)
                                                                    60.
                         
                                            ROD (CONT'D)
                   You should be documentin' this
                   shit.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (AMUSED)
                   Aiight. I'll try.
                         
                                            ROD
                   And yo, don't say I didn't warn
                   you `cause my ass sure as Hell
                   ain't coming up to the country to
                   save you from no fuckin' witch
                   coven... Unless the mom's hot. She
                   hot?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Thanks Rod, bye.
                         
          Chris hangs up and brings his phone with him. He opens the
          door. Georgina stands right outside it, eerie smile and all.
          Chris is startled.
                         
                                              GEORGINA
                   Hello.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Hi.
                         
          Georgina's voice is shaky and careful.
                         
                                            GEORGINA
                   I owe you an apology. I shouldn't
                   be touching things that don't
                   belong to me.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Oh, no. It's cool. I was just
                   confused.
                         
                                            GEORGINA
                   I lifted your cellular phone this
                   morning to wipe down the dresser
                   and it accidentally came undone,
                   see?
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Yeah, I--
                         
                                            GEORGINA
                   Rather than meddle with it
                   further, I left it that way.
                                                                      61.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Really, it's okay. I didn't mean
                   to rat you out.
                         
          Georgina eyes get lost for a moment. There's a pain behind her
          smile.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   ...get you in trouble.
                         
                                            GEORGINA
                   Oh no, no, no, no, no, no...
                   Aren't you the sweetest thing? Not
                   at all. The Armitages are so good
                   to us; They treat us like family.
                         
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - AFTERNOON
                         
          Chris walks back into the back yard where Dean entertains
          seven people Chris hasn't met. They turn as Chris approaches
          smiling eagerly. They all seem to share a private joke.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Chris! There you are. I wanted to
                   introduce you to some old friends.
                   We'll do it quickly. Down the
                   line: David and Marcia Wincott,
                   Ronald and Celia Jeffries, Hiroki
                   Tanaka, and Fredrich and Jessika
                   Walden.
                         
          Each couple - DAVID and MARCIA, RONALD and CELIA, HIROKI,
          FREDRICH and JESSIKA - waves as they are named.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Too many names to remember but...
                         
          The couples all laugh nervously.
                         
                                            HIROKI
                       (to Dean in Japanese)
                   Can we ask him questions?
                         
                                            DEAN
                                      (JAPANESE)
                   Of course.
                         
                                            HIROKI
                   Do you find that being African
                   American has more advantages or
                   disadvantages in the modern world?
                         
          Chris pans the crowd who all give him their undivided
          attention. The silence is long. Chris sighs. He looks for
          Rose. She is off talking to someone.
                                                                    62.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah, I don't know, man.
                         
          They all smile like hungry vampires. Chris is very
          uncomfortable with this unprovoked group interrogation. Andre/
          Logan and Phil approach.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   That's actually a great question.
                   Logan! They were asking me about
                   the African American experience.
                   Maybe you could take this one.
                         
          Andre/Logan is a little caught off guard but dives in.
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                   My life as an African American has
                   been, for the most part, very
                   good. It's hard to be too specific
                   as I haven't much desired to leave
                   the house in a while.
                         
          The crowd chuckles. Chris takes out his phone.
                         
                                            PHIL
                   We've become homebodies...
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                                      (TO PHIL)
                   But recently, even when you go to
                   the city, I've just had no
                   interest.
                       (To the group)
                   The chores are my sanctu--
                         
          With the attention on Andre/Logan, Chris subtly backs away
          from the conversation. He raises his phone toward Andre/Logan
          and the group and snaps a picture. The FLASH POPS.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Shit.
                         
          Everyone turns to Chris. Andre/Logan steps forward and looks
          at Chris oddly; His head cocks a little and his peaceful
          expression drifts slowly to maddened horror. Some of the party
          guests gasp.
                         
                                            PHIL
                   Logan?
                         
          Andre/Logan drops his glass and stumbles towards Chris. Chris
          backs up, but Andre is already up in his space.
                                                                    63.
                         
                                             ANDRE
                   Get out.
                         
          Andre/Logan's voice is higher and scratchy, like it was in the
          first scene.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Hey, man, I'm sorry, I--
                         
          Andre/Logan grabs Chris by the shoulders and screams shrilly.
          Blood trickles out of his nose.
                         
                                            ANDRE
                   GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!
                         
          Phil and Jeremy grab Andre. They have to pry Andre/Logan's
          grip off of Chris. When they do Andre/Logan screams
          bloodcurdlingly. It takes all their strength to bring him into
          the house. Missy and Dean follow.
                         
                         
          INT. LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
                         
          Rose sits on the couch. She's been crying. Chris comforts her
          but is clearly traumatised. A few other concerned guests mill
          around. Dean enters everyone gives him their attention.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   What the Hell was that?
                         
                                            DEAN
                   It was a seizure.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   A seizure?
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Yes. Logan's okay. Missy's with
                   him now. Are you okay Chris?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah. Why did he come at me like
                   that?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yeah seizures don't make people
                   attack people, I'm sorry.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   It was an abnormal manifestation
                   but yes, actually, sometimes they
                   do. The flash on your phone must
                   have triggered it.
                         
          Andre/Logan enters with stands with Missy and Phil to a
          smattering of concerned applause.
                                                                     64.
                         
          He addresses a group in his lower pitched "Logan" voice.
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                   Well, I do believe I owe you all
                   an apology.
                         
          The group grumbles.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   We're just glad you're feeling
                   yourself again.
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                   Well yes I am. It's quite like
                   being trapped in a dark room and
                   watching my experiences through a
                   window. Thank God you and Dean
                   were here to calm me down.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   It's a simple glitch of the brain.
                   Nothing to be afraid of.
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                   I know I scared you all quite a
                   bit.. especially you Chris.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No, I'm sorry about the flash. I
                   didn't know.
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                   Of course. How could you have?
                         
                                            PHIL
                       (to Andre/Logan)
                   You shouldn't have been drinking
                   either.
                         
          The group chuckles.
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                   As I said I'm feeling much better
                   now, but you'll all have to
                   proceed without the aid of my
                   marvellous wit; the whole thing
                   has left me a quite a bit
                   exhausted.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Of course.
                         
                                            ANDRE/LOGAN
                   It was nice meeting you.
                                                                      65.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah, you too.
                         
          Chris is skeptical. Missy shows Phil and Logan out. Andre and
          Phil leave.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Let's do sparklers shall we?
                   Brighten the mood?
                         
          He gives Chris and Rose sparklers and to other people who
          light them.
                         
                                              ROSE
                   Let's go.
                         
          Rose takes Chris' hand.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Anybody need a drink?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   We're going on a walk.
                         
          Rose grabs Chris' hand and leads him out the front door. The
          party guests in the living room, Dean and Missy included, go
          silent. As their sparklers burn they approach the window,
          watching Rose and Chris leave the front yard.
                         
                         
          EXT. LAKESIDE - AFTERNOON
                         
          Rose and Chris walk by the lake. Their sparklers fizzle.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   My cousin is epileptic. That
                   wasn't a seizure.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Honestly? That was one of the
                   strangest things I've ever seen in
                   my life.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Also, this is gonna sound weird,
                   but when he got up in my face like
                   that, I got the feeling like I
                   knew that guy.
                                                                       66.
                         
          EXT. BACK YARD. SAME TIME
                         
          With Chris and Rose are away, the party guests have all
          gathered in the back yard facing Dean who stands by a large
          picture of Chris on an easel. Everyone is silent.
                         
          Dean raises his hand and makes numbers with his fingers:
          "Three and three." Several party guests raise their hands.
          Dean points to the Waldens.
                         
          This is an auction.
                         
                         
          EXT. LAKESIDE - SAME TIME
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Let's go back home tonight.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   What? Wait, no.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm just... Something doesn't feel
                   right.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   You mean with us?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No. With this whole situation! I
                   just... I can't explain but I need
                   you to trust me. Let's just go. It
                   doesn't even have to be a big
                   deal.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   It is a big deal. It's my family.
                   I wouldn't even know what to tell
                   them.
                         
                         
          INT. BACKYARD - SAME TIME
                         
          Dean raises his hand again making more numbers with his
          fingers: "4, 5."
                         
          Gordon Greene raises his hand. Dean points to him accepting
          his bid.
                                                        67.
                         
          EXT. LAKESIDE - SAME TIME
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yes, it's weird. There are a lot
                   of ways I wish this was going
                   different. I wish my brother
                   wasn't a cock. I wish my parents
                   friends were chill; but just
                   because it's tough, it doesn't
                   mean you run away...
                         
          Rose cries.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Baby, I--
                         
                                            ROSE
                   ...I'm late.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Late?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I should've got my period like
                   last week.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Oh.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I mean, I did change my birth
                   control, so it could just be that,
                   but...
                         
          Chris thinks silently.
                         
                                              ROSE (CONT'D)
                   So...?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I don't know what to say.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Okay... Try any emotional response
                   whatsoever.
                         
          He's silent. Rose wipes her tears.
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   If you wanna go then go. I'm not
                   going to force you to stay but I'm
                   not leaving.
                                                                    68.
                         
          EXT. BACKYARD - SAME TIME
                         
          The auction is flying now. Dean's hand signals are going fast.
          It's down to three couples.
                         
          Dean signals "5, 6." Mr. Greene raises his hand. Dean points.
                         
          Dean signals "5, 8." Mrs. Deets raises her hand. Dean points.
                         
          Dean signals "6." Jim Hudson raises both his hands and signals
          "10." His chauffeur stands beside him whispering in his ear.
          Dean points at him.
                         
          Dean scans the crowd signalling "10, 2?" "10, 2?" The crowd
          looks around. No one is challenging. Dean smiles. Finally Dean
          bangs his fist onto his open palm and points to Jim Hudson.
          Jim's chauffeur whispers in his ear.
                         
          The guests clap in a mixture of delight and disappointment.
                         
                         
          EXT. LAKESIDE - DUSK
                         
          Chris and Rose sit watching the sunset over the lake. Chris
          kisses her hand. He hears the faint APPLAUSE in the distance.
          He looks in the direction of the house.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I told you about the night my mom
                   died. How I didn't call 911;
                   didn't go out looking for her.
                         
                                            ROSE
                                  BABY--
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   One hour went by, then two,
                   three... I just sat there... I
                   just watched TV.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   It wasn't your fault--
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I found out later she had survived
                   the initial hit.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   She laid there bleeding by the
                   side of the road all night, cold
                   and alone. And that's how she died
                   in the early morning... Cold and
                   alone. And I was watching TV.
                                      (MORE)
                                                                    69.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   There was time. If someone was
                   looking for her, there was time.
                   But no one was looking.
                         
          Chris cries. Rose embraces him.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   You were just a kid.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah... yeah. So, I'm not gonna
                   leave here without you. I`m not
                   going to abandon you. Never.
                         
          They share a moment of pure love.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Fuck it. Come on. Let's go back
                   home.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yeah. I mean, you're right. This
                   sucks. I'll go back with you. I'll
                   make something up.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I love you.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I love you too.
                         
          The two get up and walk back toward the house.
                         
                         
          EXT. FRONT LAWN - DUSK
                         
          Chris and Rose approach the house as the last of the guests
          get into their cars and drive off. The fireflies are out.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   That was fast.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Yeah.
                         
          The guests wave to Dean and Missy, who stand at the front
          door, and then to Chris and Rose. Lisa Deets, the trophy wife,
          is tipsy. Nelson is in their car.
                                                                    70.
                         
                                            LISA
                   Bye Chris! It was a pleasure
                   meeting you. I hope you--
                         
          Chris and Rose wave.
                         
                                            NELSON
                   Come on, Lisa. Before you say
                   something stupid.
                         
          Chris laughs. Walter shuts the car door behind Lisa. Walter
          stands pleasantly watching the cars leave. He turns to Chris
          with the same `ol smile. Chris and Rose enter the house.
                         
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE BATHROOM - DUSK
                         
          Sink running. Chris washes his hands and looks in the mirror.
                         
          His phone SIGNALS a text message from Rod. It's picture from
          the internet of witches in a circle around a man being
          sacrificed followed by the text message. "You dead yet?" Chris
          texts back. "Bruh, you have no idea." He finds the picture he
          took of Logan/Andre on his phone and sends it.
                         
          Moments later, his phone vibrates.
                         
                         INTERCUT WITH:
                         
                         
          INT. CHRIS' APARTMENT - DUSK
                         
          Rod is on the phone.
                         
                                            ROD
                   That's Dre.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Dre?
                         
                                            ROD
                   Andre um... Hayworth! Yeah! He
                   used to kick it with Veronica.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Veronica from...
                         
                                            ROD
                   ...Teresa's sister! Worked at the
                   movie theatre on 8th;
                         
                                            ROD (CONT'D)
                   got us into the movie a couple of
                   times; Rush hour 2 and, um Usual
                   Suspect.
                                                                    71.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Yeah. That is him. But...
                         
                                            ROD
                   ...But what?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   This is so fuckin' crazy. He's
                   different now.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Different? How?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Different. Slower... I mean he was
                   street; now he's all like...
                   white- seeming. Oh, plus he's gay!
                         
                                            ROD
                   No, he ain't.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm telling you: He's gay, I met
                   his man. He's--
                         
                                            ROD
                   Chris, you in a fucked up Eyes
                   Wide Shut situation. You need
                   to--.
                         
          The phone goes dead. No batteries.
                         
                         
          INT. ROSE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Chris' phone lays on the dresser plugged in. He's in a hurry
          now. He packs his small bag and looks out the window. One car
          remains parked in the designated parking area. It's the first
          to have arrived for the party: Jim Hudson's. The driver brings
          the dog to the back seat. He gets a green envelope from the
          glove compartment and brings it to Missy at the front door.
          She accepts it silently.
                         
          The driver drives away without Jim.
                         
          Chris goes to leave Rose's room. Her closet creaks open. Chris
          sees a framed picture of Rose inside. Not quite knowing what
          he's looking for, he goes to the closet. The picture is a
          frightening one. Rose is one of the witches in a high school
          production of Macbeth. It's on top of a red shoebox that has
          the drama/comedy masks drawn on top of it.
                         
          He takes it off of the shelf. Inside is a pile of pictures. On
          top is one of Rose dressed as Juliet in a high school play.
                                                                      72.
                         
          The next one is of Rose at 13 playing Ms. Hannigan in Annie.
          Chris flips through a few more pictures of Rose at different
          ages in different class plays.
                         
          Finally Chris comes upon a photo printed from a computer. It's
          a selfie of her and some other black guy. The picture is
          almost identical to the one she took with Chris before the
          ride up. Under the image are written the words. "X-mas 2014"
          Stunned, Chris flips to the next picture. It's another
          romantic selfie, this time with a different black guy.
          Underneath, the caption "Memorial Day 2013"
                         
          He continues flipping through the stack of pictures of Rose
          with 8 different black guys. The last one is a picture of Rose
          with Walter. In it she kisses Walter's cheek intimately.
          "Thanksgiving 2009" Walter looks different in the picture. He
          isn't smiling vaguely; he's got swagger.
                         
                                            ROSE
                                      (EMOTIONLESS)
                   What are you doing?
                         
          Rose stands there in the doorway behind him. Chris subtly
          drops the pictures back in the shoebox.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Um... Looking for my camera.
                         
          Rose points to her desk. He grabs his bag and the camera.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Where are the keys..? I gotta put
                   our bags in the trunk.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Walter can do that.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Nah, I'll do it.
                         
          Rose is truly distant for the first time. A different person.
          She is methodical and emotionless. The jig is up, and now she
          is now phoning it in.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I was just looking for them. I'm
                   such a mess, will you help me?
                         
          Chris walks out the door, leaving Rose.
                                                                    73.
                         
          INT. FOYER/LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Rose follows Chris down the stairs.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Chris... What's wrong?
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Nothing.
                         
          Jeremy stands near the front door twirling his lacrosse stick.
          Dean and Missy sit in the living room.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Where are you going? The party's
                   just getting started.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I'm going to the car; see if we
                   left the keys in there.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   I just made tea.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   I'm good.
                         
          The family is silent. Missy's glare pierces Chris. He avoids
          eye contact.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Oh, I know where they are. In my
                   bag. Duh.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   You're leaving us.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Yeah.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Is something wrong?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No. Well, yeah... Um.
                         
                                            ROSE
                                      (STILL BLANK)
                   His dog is not well. He needs to
                   go to the vet first thing in the
                                  MORN--
                         
          Dean hits play on the sound system. Darkly valiant classical
          music begins. He standing in front of the fireplace.
                                                                74.
                         
          Lost in the fire, Dean begins conducting the music.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   What is your purpose, Chris?
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   What?
                         
                                            DEAN
                   In life? What is your purpose..?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Right now, it's finding the keys.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   We've been looking for our purpose
                   for such a long time. Fire has
                   mesmerized man since the Stone
                   Age. It is a reflection of our
                   impermanence in the world. Fire is
                   born, it breathes and then it
                   dies.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Rose...
                         
          Rose lamely rummages through her bag.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I'm looking.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Rose, what is this shit?!
                         
                                            DEAN
                   There's a reason we worship the
                   Sun, Chris. He who lights the way
                   through the darkness of life. He
                   in all his glory was around long
                   before us and will be here long
                   after we are gone, but he too will
                   die some day! That's right even
                   the Sun God will die. It is no
                   less mortal than we, but it
                   inspires us to defy it! So what do
                   we do?--
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   --Rose.--
                         
                                            DEAN
                                      (UNHINGED)
                   --What do we do?! We baptize
                   ourselves in the firewater!
                                      (MORE)
                                                                     75.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   We bathe in his reflection, for
                   one chance to emerge having defied
                   death!
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   You'd take that baptism wouldn't
                   you, Chris? The baptism of
                   immortality?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I was raised Episcopalian.
                         
          Chris starts toward the door, but his path is blocked by
          Jeremy swinging at air.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Whoa! Be careful, bro.
                         
                                            MISSY
                   Don't hurt him, Jeremy.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   What? I'm not doing anything.
                         
                                            DEAN
                   Listen, Chris--
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   --I don't know what you're saying!
                         
                                            DEAN
                       (Through tears of joyous
                                      MADNESS)
                   I'm saying that we've found OUR
                   PURPOSE!!! There must be a
                   sacrifice! Sacrifice is essential
                   for the righteous to achieve our
                   true potential. A vessel must be
                   comprised. A host must be born!!!
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Rose! The keys!!!
                         
          Rose backs away.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Oh baby... You know I can't give
                   you the keys.
                         
          Chris makes a run for the door. Missy CLINKS the cup with her
          SPOON.
                         
          TING TING. TING TING.
                                                                    76.
                         
          The world instantly blurs around Chris. He begins to fall. He
          sees a flash.
                         
                         
          INT. DARKNESS
                         
          Chris falls through the abyss towards `The Sunken Place' again
          just like when he was hypnotized. The blue screen above him
          shows what his open eyes see. It's his own perspective falling
          to the floor. CRASH! The screen now shows the living room
          ceiling. Jeremy leans over him.
                         
                                             JEREMY
                   Oh shit!
                         
                             MISSY (O.S.)
                   Is he hurt?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   What the fuck?
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Did you see him drop?
                         
                             DEAN (O.S.)
                   He hit his head pretty good.
                         
                             ROSE (O.S.)
                   It's just a bump. He's fine.
                         
                                             CHRIS
                   Rose!!!
                         
                             MISSY (O.S.)
                   Why do you push them, Dean?
                         
                             DEAN (O.S.)
                   It's important to me that they
                   acknowledge the purpose.
                         
                             MISSY (O.S.)
                   Why do you think he ran?
                         
                             JEREMY (O.S.)
                   Rose gave it away.
                         
                             ROSE (O.S.)
                   He already knew.
                         
                             MISSY (O.S.)
                   Take him to the games room.
                   Jeremy, get the legs. Dean, help
                   him.
                                                                      77.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   I can take him alone.
                         
                             MISSY (O.S.)
                   No. We've already damaged him
                   enough. Dean, please.
                         
          Chris continues to fall slowly further from the screen above
          which continues to show his body's POV as it is being lifted
          by Dean and Jeremy and carried out of the room.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Rose!? No, no, no, no. Shit,
                   shit...
                         
                                            DEAN
                   You're going to drop him.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   No I'm not.
                         
                             MISSY (O.S.)
                   Be careful what you say, everyone.
                   He can hear every word.
                         
                                             CHRIS
                   Rose!!!!
                         
                             ROSE (O.S.)
                   It doesn't matter any more does
                   it?
                         
          A DOOR CREAKS open. Chris' body is taken downstairs into the
          darkness. The screen in the abyss goes dark.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No!! Help!!! Help!!!!! Help!!!!!!
                         
          Chris sinks, his screams are enveloped by the pitch back.
                         
                         
          INT. AIRPORT - SECURITY CHECK - DAY
                         
          Rod sits by the bag x-ray but stares into space distracted by
          thought. GARY (40) a condescending supervisor snaps his
          fingers in Rod's face.
                         
                                            GARY
                   Hey... two strikes. Go take 10;
                   get it together.
                                                                      78.
                         
          EXT. AIRPORT - DEPARTURES TERMINAL - DAY
                         
          Rod smokes a cigarette and dials Chris.
                         
                             CHRIS' VOICEMAIL MESSAGE (V.O.)
                   It's Chris. I'm away from my phone
                   or I just don't want to talk to
                   you.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Sup? Making sure you good. I
                   thought you were coming back
                   yesterday, so hopefully you home
                   already and just sleeping or some
                   shit. Aiight. Let me know.
                         
                         
          INT. CHRIS' LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Rod opens the door. Sid wags his tail hungrily.
                         
                         
          INT. CHRIS' KITCHEN - LATER
                         
          Rod opens dog food while he calls Chris.
                         
                             CHRIS' VOICEMAIL MESSAGE (V.O.)
                   Hey, it's Chris. I'm away from my
                   phone or I just don't want to talk
                                  TO--
                         
          Rod hangs up. He places Sid's bowl down. Sid doesn't eat.
          Instead Sid looks back up at Rod and WHINES.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Yeah... me too.
                         
                         
          INT. CHRIS' LIVING ROOM - LATER
                         
          Rod sits at Chris' desk in front of his laptop. Sid sits on
          Rod's lap. Rod types "Andre Hayworth" into the search engine.
          Images of Andre come up.
                         
          Rod finds an article entitled: "What Happened to Andre
          Hayworth?" under in bold "Brooklyn Native Goes Missing In
          Evergreen Hallow."
                         
          Rod's eyes go wide.
                         
                                               ROD
                   Oh shit.
                                                                       79.
                         
          INT. GAMES ROOM - LATER
                         
          Chris wakes up with a bump on his head. In front of Chris, a
          deer's head is mounted above an old-school floor-standing
          television. Behind him, a goat's head is mounted under a
          taxidermy owl, wings spread.
                         
          His arms and legs fastened to a leather upholstered chair in
          the middle of a small dark room full of board games.
                         
          Chris pulls at the straps that bind his arms and legs.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Hey. Hey!!!! Rose!!!!
                         
          Chris tries to gnaw at the harnesses, but they are too thick.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh
                   shit. The fuck?!?!! Y'all are
                   psycho!? Is that it? Let me out of
                   this chair.
                         
          Chris looks around.
                         
                                            CHRIS (CONT'D)
                   People know I'm here. I told a
                   bunch of people where I was going!
                   You don't know me!!! You don't
                   know me!!!! Hey! Hey!! Hey!!!!!
                         
          The television screen turns on. Chris watches intently. The
          image of deer walking through woods comes on. The words
                         
          "YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND by James Taylor" comes up as the song
          starts to PLAY. It's a forest-themed karaoke video.
                         
          Chris is confused. He tries to slip out of the binds again
          drawing blood on his wrists.
                         
                         
          INT. CHRIS' LIVING ROOM - DAWN
                         
          Sid wakes Rod up with a lick to the face. He's on the sofa.
                         
                         
          INT. POLICE STATION - DAY
                         
          Rod sits at a desk with Sid on his lap.. DETECTIVE LATOYA 50,
          African American enters. She looks like she's been doing this
          way too long. She speaks to someone outside her office.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   ...Then he should've gone back up
                   there and made sure everything was
                   accounted for.
                                      (MORE)
                                                                    80.
                         
                             DETECTIVE LATOYA (CONT'D)
                   `Cause hey, look; how about this?
                   If you record the evidence, you're
                   responsible for it.
                         
          Latoya shuts the door and sits at her desk. She begins opening
          and eating a bag of cashews.
                         
                             DETECTIVE LATOYA (CONT'D)
                   Hello Mr...
                         
                                            ROD
                   Williams... Rod Williams...
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   From the TSA?
                         
                                            ROD
                   Yes Ma'am.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   You know that TSA issues should be
                   brought to your authorizing
                   officer, right?
                         
                                            ROD
                   It's not TSA business, ma'am.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   Please don't call me "ma'am," or
                   we're not gonna get along. How can
                   I help you, Rod Williams from the
                   TSA?
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Here it is: My boy Chris has been
                   missing for two days.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   Your son is missing?
                         
                                            ROD
                   No, sorry, not my son, my boy.
                   He's my friend. He's 26. His name
                   is Chris... Washington...
                         
          He gives her time to write the name which she doesn't do. She
          just stares at him.
                         
                                            ROD (CONT'D)
                   He left town on Friday with his
                   girlfriend Rose... Armitage...
                   She's white.
                                                                     81.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   That's four days ago.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Yeah, I mean he's only been
                   MISSING for two days. He was
                                  SUPPOSED--
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   --I'm gonna stop you right there.
                   Now you know the minimum amount of
                   time without contact before you
                   can file a missing persons report
                                  IS--
                         
                                            ROD
                   --Three days I know, but I have
                   reason to believe he's been
                   abducted.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   Go on.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Chris was set to come back home on
                   Sunday. I was watching his dog
                   Sid.
                         
          Latoya points to Sid
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   That's Sid.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Yup. Cute right? Now look...
                         
          Rod takes out his phone and scrolls to a photo of Andre.
                         
                                            ROD (CONT'D)
                   Chris sent me this which he took
                   at the girlfriend's parents house.
                   That's Andre Hayworth, a guy we
                   knew from back in the day. Come to
                   find out he went missing 6 months
                   ago in an affluent suburb upstate.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   Don't look too missing to me.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Well that's the thing. We found
                   him and now, according to Chris,
                   he's gay with a different
                   personality.
                                                                    82.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   Gay?
                         
                                            ROD
                   But he didn't used to be.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   I think he might just argue with
                   you on that one.
                         
                                            ROD
                   I know what I'm about to say is
                   gonna sound crazy.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   Try me.
                         
                                            ROD
                   You ready for this...? I think
                   this family is abducting black
                   people and brainwashing them to
                   work for them as sex slaves and
                   shit... Sorry.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   ...Brainwashing?
                         
                                            ROD
                   Yeah.
                         
                                            DETECTIVE LATOYA
                   Hold on one second.
                       (over her intercom)
                   Garcia, Frostie, get in here a
                   second.
                                      (TO ROD)
                   I want you to tell these officers
                   exactly what you just told me.
                         
                         
          INT. POLICE STATION - MOMENTS LATER
                         
          Two detectives, Garcia, 37, and Drake, 43, stand behind
          Latoya.
                         
                                            ROD
                   ...See, I don't know if the
                   hypnosis makes you a slave or if
                   just turns you gay or what, but
                   they already got two brothers that
                   we know of, and who knows how many
                   more there could be.
                         
          The officers are all riveted... Then... All three detectives
          laugh. Rod is not being taken the slightest bit seriously.
                                                                    83.
                         
                                            LATOYA
                       (to her colleagues)
                   So, I don't want none of you
                   sayin' I don't do nothin' for
                   you... White girls'll get ya every
                   time!
                         
          They laugh even harder.
                         
                         
          INT. GAMES ROOM - LATER
                         
          The SONG PLAYS Over and over. Chris is too weak to struggle.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Is this the only song you got?
                         
                         
          INT. GAMES ROOM - LATER
                         
          The SONG ends. It BEGINS again.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Okay. Okay! What do you want? You
                   tryin' to break me? I won't say
                   shit!! I'll just... I'll do what
                   you say, just answer me!
                         
                         
          INT. CHRIS' LOFT - DUSK
                         
          Rod sits by the window with Sid. He looks out over rooftops
          and thinks. He picks up his phone and calls Chris again. He
          knows Chris won't answer. Then--
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Hello?
                         
          Rod is taken off guard. He almost drops his phone.
                         
                                            ROSE (CONT'D)
                   Chris?
                         
                                            ROD
                   Yo. Um, Rose? It's Rod.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Hi.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Where's Chris?
                         
                         INTERCUT WITH:
                                                                    84.
                         
          INT. ARMITAGE HOUSE. DINING ROOM - DUSK
                         
          Rose stands by the dining table on Chris' phone. Rose starts
          to cry.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   He left like two days ago.
                         
                                              ROD
                   He left?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   We got in a fight. He got all
                   paranoid and flipped out; He took
                   a cab home. He forgot his phone.
                   Wait... You haven't seen him?
                         
                                            ROD
                   No. He never made it back here.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Oh my God.
                         
                                            ROD
                   I've been calling. I went to the
                   police and everything.
                         
          Rose is silent.
                         
                                              ROD (CONT'D)
                   Hello?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   What did you say?
                         
                                            ROD
                   I told them he was missing.
                         
                                              ROSE
                   Uh huh...
                         
                                            ROD
                   So... What cab company did he use?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I don't know. A local one I'm
                   guessing. Maybe uber? Wait, I'm so
                   confused...
                         
                                            ROD
                   Hold on a second.
                         
          Rod knows she had something to do with it.
                                                                      85.
                         
          He opens up `Garage Band' on Chris' computer and puts the
          phone on speaker, recording her.
                         
                                            ROD (CONT'D)
                   So, last time Chris and I talked,
                   he told me your mom hypnotized
                   him?
                         
          Rose is silent. Then...
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Rod, just stop.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Huh?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I know why you're calling.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Why is that?
                         
          We now see Rose's family standing in the living room behind
          her. They watch her operate.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   Come on. I mean, it's kind of
                   obvious.
                         
                                            ROD
                   What?
                         
                                            ROSE
                   That there's something between us.
                         
                                            ROD
                   No. I'm calling about Chris.
                         
                                            ROSE
                   We'd all go out drinking... I
                   remember you looking at me.
                         
          Rod is put on the spot. He becomes extremely uncomfortable.
                         
                                            ROD
                   That's my best friend. If you did
                                  SOMETHING--
                         
                                            ROSE
                   I know you think about fucking me,
                   Rod.
                         
                                            ROD
                   --No. You crazy... No.
                                                                       86.
                         
          Rod hangs up in a panic. He looks at Sid helplessly.
                         
          Rose's flirtacious smile goes blank. She places the phone on
          the dining room table and looks back at her family. They watch
          in approval.
                         
                         
          INT. GAMES ROOM
                         
          "You've Got A Friend" plays.
                         
          Chris, still strapped to the chair, hangs his head in
          resignation. Eyes shut, he sings along.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                     ...Winter, Spring, Summer and
                     Fall, all you need to do is call.
                     And I'll be there. You got a
                     friend. Ain't it good to know
                     you've got a friend. Ain't it good
                     to know you've got a friend. Oh,
                     yeah, yeah, you've got a friend.
                         
          The song is over. After a moment. Chris begins to sing the
          opening guitar lick. He gets a couple notes before realizing
          he's singing alone.
                         
          The television in front of Chris flickers off and then back on
          to the image of a tea cup comes into focus on the screen. A
          spoon comes into the shot and clinks the side of the cup.
                         
          "TING TING, TING TING"
                         
                                             CHRIS (CONT'D)
                                    NO-
                         
          Before he can react, Chris falls asleep.
                         
          Later...
                         
          Chris wakes up bald. Static snow clicks fills the TV lighting
          the room. The image clicks to that of...
                         
                         
          INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY (TELEVISION)
                         
          Jim Hudson, also shaven, sits on a hospital bed. And faces
          Chris through the television.
                         
                                              JIM
                     Hello Chris. How's it going...?
                     You can answer. There's an
                     intercom in the room; I can hear
                     you.
                                               87.
                         
                                   CHRIS
          I need water.
                         
                                   JIM
          Yeah, sorry about that. If it
          makes you feel any better, I'm
          thirsty too.
                         
                                   CHRIS
          I need to get outta here.
                         
                                   JIM
          Right. So, the reason I am talking
          to you now is so you can
          understand what is happening to
          you. I guess your `understanding'
          it raises the success rate of this
          whole thing. Not even sure I
          `understand' it.
                         
                                   CHRIS
          Where's Rose?
                         
                                   JIM
          Hot isn't she? Hot voice anyway,
          you dirty dog. You're one of the
          lucky one's. The son Jeremy's
          wrangling method sounds way less
          pleasant.
                         
                                   CHRIS
          Is this some kind of a game to
          you?
                         
                                   JIM
          They asked me for my favorite
          song, which was hard; I like all
          types of music. Turns out they
          really just needed one I knew all
          the words to: I went with James
          Taylor's "You Got a Friend." I
          hope it hasn't been too torturous;
          that wasn't the point. The point
          is that you learn it, and for us
          to have that knowledge in common.
                         
                                   CHRIS
          Who the fuck are you people?
                         
                                   JIM
          Oh right. Okay, let me back up and
          give you the cliff notes. The
          Armitages and I are a part of a
          society. A pretty extraordinary
          society actually.
                             (MORE)
                                                        88.
                         
                                            JIM (CONT'D)
                   One whose sole purpose for many
                   many years has been a search for a
                   very powerful object. Armitage
                   lineage redefined the nature of
                   that search. They proved that the
                   power didn't just exist in that
                   object; You see, with science the
                   Armitage's created a miracle.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   You hypnotize me? Break my will..?
                   Make me a slave like the others?
                   This is some crazy racist shit.
                         
                                            JIM
                   No. Not racist, Chris. We don't
                   hate you. We want to be you... You
                   are not going to be a slave.
                   You're going to be a vessel.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Wait, what?
                         
                                            JIM
                   Missy's hypnosis was merely to
                   sedate you. Oh, that and to
                   prepare you psychologically...
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   For what?
                         
          Jim smiles.
                         
                                            JIM
                   For the procedure.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   What's the procedure?
                         
                                            JIM
                   Are you ready...? Drum roll
                   please. Brain transplantation.
                   Some say it could never be done;
                         
                                            JIM (CONT'D)
                   They experimented for centuries,
                   but it turned out re-linking the
                   brain to a foreign central nervous
                   system was impossible. The nerve
                   connections are far too intricate
                   and delicate.
                                                                    89.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   What the fuck?
                         
                                            JIM
                   Dean's the only guy who really
                   gets the science. He's the one who
                   discovered that full brain
                   transplantation isn't actually
                   necessary to transfer the soul,
                   and that partial brain
                   transplantation solves the little
                   nerve ending problem.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   No.
                         
          Jim holds up a Color coded diagram of the human Brain. There
          is a big red part that takes up 80% of the image. The other
          20% is blue and located near the lower back of his skull.
                         
                                            JIM
                   Okay so... You see the blue part?
                   That's the piece of your brain
                   that's all rooted in the nervous
                   system. So that stays; keeping
                   those tricky little connections
                   intact. The rest is discarded.
                   Then they'll remove the red part
                   of my brain from my skull and put
                   in yours. Your "blue" and my "red"
                   basically absorb each other. And
                   apparently the brain heals
                   surprisingly fast, so assuming
                   everything goes as planned, we
                   should be up and functioning in a
                   couple weeks.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   And my brain?
                         
                                            JIM
                   Your red part? It'll be discarded,
                   but don't worry. You wont be gone.
                   Well not completely. You'll still
                   be in there somewhere; limited
                   consciousness of course;
                         
                                            JIM (CONT'D)
                   you'll still be able to see and
                   hear but your existence will be as
                   a passenger... an audience. You
                   will live in...
                                                        90.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (DEFEATED)
                   ...The Sunken Place.
                         
                                            JIM
                   Yes. That's what she calls it.
                   Good! So you understand, I'll
                   control the motor functions, the
                   will of our body, effectively
                                  MAKING ME--
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Me... You will be me.
                         
                                            JIM
                   As far as the world is concerned.
                   It's still a pretty new operation.
                   Some kinks. We're supposed to stay
                   away from flashes of light for
                   example. They can trigger a
                   "momentary lapse in control of
                   motor functions..."
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Why black people?
                         
          Jim is disappointed in the question.
                         
                                            JIM
                   Well, because you get the highest
                   bids. For the last decade or so
                   anyway. I wish it was less simple
                   than that, but it's not. You're in
                   fashion, baby!
                         
          Final hope sinks from. Chris shoulders.
                         
                                            JIM (CONT'D)
                   Honestly though, personally..? I
                   couldn't give two shits about
                   race. I don't care if you're
                   black, brown, green, purple...
                   whatever. What I want is so much
                   deeper: Your eye, man. I want
                   those things you see through.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   That's crazy.
                         
                                            JIM
                   Take it as a compliment.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   You're not going to get away with
                   this.
                                                                       91.
                         
                                              JIM
                     We have and we will. We'll be
                     together soon, brother.
                         
          The television turns off. Chris clenches his body trying to
          pry free from his restraints, before his shoulders collapse
          with exhaustion. He lifts his head to a rip in the leather arm
          of the chair revealing its cotton stuffing. He looks at the
          cotton. We see Chris make a difficult decision.
                         
          LATER...
                         
          We hear nothing except a HEART BEAT.
                         
          Chris' head hangs, asleep. His lips are dry. Chris wakes up.
                         
          The Television turns on. On the screen, a woman's hand holds a
          tea cup. With a spoon, she clinks it. We don't hear it though.
          We still hear nothing but the HEART BEAT.
                         
                                               CHRIS
                     No, No--
                         
          Before Chris can finish SCREAMING, his eyes widen. He goes
          limp -- unconscious again.
                         
          Rose enters wearing a white and black nurse's outfit with a
          red cross on the chest. She rolls a medical table into the
          room. She draws a dotted line across his forehead and around
          to the back of his scalp. Then she unstraps his arm and
          prepares it for an IV. She inserts the needle.
                         
          She goes to put earbuds connected to an ipod in his ears but
          sees the arm of his chair has been stripped open. She looks at
          Chris. Cotton makeshift earplugs have been stuffed in his
          ears!
                         
          He's not really hypnotized!
                         
          Rose tries to scream but Chris grabs her throat with his free
          hand and squeezes. The HEARTBEAT quickens. Rose pleads, but we
          don't hear her.
                         
                                              ROSE
                                        (INAUDIBLE)
                     Wait. Wait. Chris!.... Chri-
                         
          Chris chokes her. Tears stream down his face.
                         
                                               CHRIS
                     Shhhh.
                         
          Rose convulses. She scratches his hand and cheeks. He's too
          strong. She stares at Chris' eyes as her consciousness fades.
          Then, through the agony, her face curls into a twisted smile.
          She's having fun. Psycho. Rose goes limp in Chris' hands.
                                                                       92.
                         
          Chris takes the cotton out of his ears. We can hear again.
          "You've got a Friend" plays on the earbuds of the ipod.
                         
                         
          INT. OPERATING ROOM.
                         
          Earbuds also rest in Jim Hudson's ears playing the same song.
          He lies unconscious on one of two operating beds in the center
          of the room connected to an IV and heart monitors.
                         
          A bright medical light shines on Jim's shaved head which also
          has a dotted line around it. The other bed is empty and has a
          light shining on it as well. This bed is for Chris.
                         
          Dean stands in a black and white robe with a red cross in the
          middle, his palms upwards in silent prayer near some
          ceremonial candles. Jeremy watches his father. They are
          unaware of what's happening in the Medical room down the hall.
          Dean finishes his prayer.
                         
                                               DEAN
                   Saw...
                         
          Jeremy hands Dean a circular surgical saw.
                         
                                            DEAN (CONT'D)
                   The vessel.
                         
          Jeremy leaves as Dean begins to saw into Jim's cranium.
                         
                         
          INT. DARK HALLWAY
                         
          Chris finds an old badminton set.
                         
          Jeremy exits the room briskly and walks down a dark hallway.
          He turns into the games room and finds Rose's body.
                         
          Jeremy's eyes go wild. He turns as Chris emerges lunging from
          the darkness with a badminton racket. Before Jeremy can
          scream, Chris slams him in the face with the metal side of the
          racket. He pulls Jeremy inside and shuts the door cutting off
          the sound from outside. Jeremy wilts in pain.
                         
          Chris whips him over and over warping the racket to a crumpled
          bloody mess.
                         
                         
          INT. OPERATING ROOM
                         
          Dean finishes sawing the top of Jim's skull off. He removes
          the cranium preciously exposing Jim's brain.
                                                                       93.
                         
                                             DEAN
                    Jeremy...?
                         
          Dean walks to the doorway. Dean scans the dark hallway. It's
          quiet.
                         
                                               DEAN (CONT'D)
                    Ro Ro...?
                         
          Chris emerges charging from the darkness with Deer's head in
          his arms. He punctures Dean through his neck and shoulder with
          the antlers. Dean and stumbles back into the operating room,
          deer's head attached.
                         
                                               DEAN (CONT'D)
                                   MISS--
                         
          His call to Missy devolves into gargles. Dean falls knocking
          the unused bed over along with some candles. The bed has
          caught fire. The fire grows fast.
                         
                         
          INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          Missy takes a whistling tea pot off the stove and pours
          herself a cup. Georgina sits nearby knitting. The window, like
          before reflects the room around them.
                         
          She sniffs the air. She is suddenly afraid. She turns off the
          light illuminating the back yard. Walter runs back and forth
          in the distance. She turns the light back on again. Chris'
          reflection is now behind hers. He looks savage; covered in
          blood. Georgina screams and runs out the back door.
                         
          Chris heads to the door, but sees his phone on the dining room
          table. He goes for it.
                         
                         
          INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Chris runs through the dining room and finds his cell phone on
          the dining room table.
                         
          Chris picks up his phone and presses the power button. The
          loading screen comes up.
                         
          Chris grunts with frustration as he hears a creak behind him.
          It's Missy, now in the kitchen doorway behind him holding her
          teacup and spoon. She begins clinking her tea cup...
                         
          TING...
                         
          Chris knocks the cup out of her hand spraying hot water on her
          chest and face. She screams.
                                                                       94.
                         
          The cat bounds off the dining room table at Chris' face. Chris
          punches it out of the air. This has given Missy enough time to
          grab a knife. She lunges at Chris screaming psychotically.
          Chris can't pin her down. She slices his hands. Chris grabs
          the tea pot and cracks her in the head with it. She falls. He
          hits her one more time. Done.
                         
          The cat slinks out an open window.
                         
                         
          INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Chris runs towards the front door. Before he can open it, he
          hears a footsteps running upstairs from the basement followed
          bloodcurdling scream from back in the kitchen:
                         
                             JEREMY (O.C.)
                   Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
                         
          Jeremy bursts though the dining room and pounces on Chris'
          back. The two roll around.
                         
          Chris throws his elbow back at Jeremy who blocks it and uses
          it to put Chris in a choke hold from behind. Chris slams the
          back of his head into Jeremy's face. He does it again, and
          again, and again. Jeremy squeezes tighter.
                         
          Chris, about to pass out, reaches into Jeremy's pocket and
          pulls out his keys. He scrapes them deep into Jeremy's eye.
          Jeremy screams in pain and Chris wriggles out of his grasp
          tripping him with an improvised Judo throw. Jeremy lunges at
          Chris again but slips on his own blood banging the back of his
          head on the coffee table. He's out.
                         
                         
          EXT. FRONT YARD - NIGHT
                         
          Chris begins to run but then sees the beige sports car we
          recognize from the opening scene. He looks at Jeremy downed in
          the doorway and then at the keys in his hand.
                         
          Moments later...
                         
                         
          INT. SPORTS CAR - NIGHT
                         
          Chris is in the driver's seat. The tubular metal helmet sits
          next to him in the passengers seat. His phone finally turns
          on. There is a very small amount of batteries. He turns the
          ignition. The English to French tutorial comes on.
                         
                                            TUTORIAL
                   I seem to have misplaced my
                   passport. Je crois avoi egare mon
                   passeport.
                                                                     95.
                         
          Chris peels off, driving fast through the field into the
          night. He dials 911.
                         
                                            911 OPERATOR
                   911 emergency, I'm at the home of
                   Dean and Missy Armitage--
                         
          Chris looks in the rearview mirror as the house gets smaller
          behind him. All of a sudden, BAM! The car slams into and over
          Georgina, who, in the night, seems to come out of nowhere. The
          phone falls.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Ahhhh!
                         
                                            TUTORIAL
                   Can you direct me to the nearest
                   hospital? Pouvez-vous me diriger
                   vers I'hopital le plus proche?
                         
          He drives on a few more seconds on a flat tire but then stops
          the car. Chris breathes heavy.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                                      (TO HIMSELF)
                   No... no... Don't do it... Just
                   get the fuck gotta here... Just
                   go! Just... Fuck!
                         
          Chris puts the car in reverse and drives backwards beside the
          motionless bloody heap that is Georgina.
                         
                                            TUTORIAL
                   Where is the nearest train
                   station? Ou est la gare la plus
                   proche?
                         
          He looks back at the house which is now filling with smoke.
                         
          Chris quickly gets out of the car and lifts what's left of
          Georgina's mangled unconscious body into the passenger's seat
          of the car. He shuts the door and gets in the driver's seat.
          He floors it.
                         
          After a moment of driving, Georgina's eyes open and she rises.
          The wig slides off her head revealing an old surgical scar
          around the top of her head. Chris hasn't noticed her yet. He
          reaches for his phone.
                         
                                            TUTORIAL (CONT'D)
                   Can you please call the police?
                   Pouvez-vous s'il vous plait
                   appelez la police?
                         
          Annoyed, Chris turns off the sound system just before Georgina
          grabs his face and scratches it.
                                                                       96.
                         
                                             GEORGINA
                   Ahhhhh!!
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Ahhhhhhhh!!
                         
          Chris, veers the car into a tree. Georgina`s head hits the
          windshield hard and bursts open. She's dead. So is the car.
                         
          A bullet hits the rear view mirror. Jeremy stands in front of
          the smoking house with a hunting rifle. He's soaked in blood.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                                      (THROUGH TEARS)
                   Grandma!!!!
                         
          Chris looks at Georgina's body. Georgina was Grandma.
                         
                                             JEREMY (CONT'D)
                   Grampa!
                         
          Walter, the grounds keeper, rounds the house at top speed.
          Walter is grandpa and he's so fast.
                         
                                            JEREMY (CONT'D)
                   Get him!!!
                         
          Chris crawls out of the car as Walter/Grandpa sprints across
          the front lawn strait at him. Walter's hat flies off revealing
          the surgical scar around his head like the others.
                         
          Jeremy shoots again, and it grazes Chris' side. Chris runs
          through the trees. Walter/grandpa closes the gap quickly.
          Another shot hits a tree. As Chris reaches the road, Walter/
          Grandpa pounces like a jaguar and rolls him over on his back.
          He pushes his thumbs into Chris' eyes.
                         
                                            GRANDPA
                   Damn you to Hell!!!
                         
          Jeremy arrives behind them crying.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   Kill him, Grandpa.
                         
                                            GRANDPA
                   The gun, Jeremy.
                         
          Jeremy tosses the rifle. Grandpa catches it and holds it up to
          chris' head.
                         
                                            GRANDPA (CONT'D)
                   You ruined everything!!!
                         
          Chris, blinded, raises his phone to Walter/Grandpa's face. He
          takes a picture, flashing strait into Walter/Grandpa's eyes.
                                                                      97.
                         
          Walter/Grandpa doesn't shoot. Instead he looks up. Jeremy is
          confused as to why Walter/Grandpa has stopped.
                         
                                            JEREMY
                   What...? Grandpa--?
                         
          Walter/Grandpa spins and gathers his bearing. His eye is
          cocked and blood trickles out of his nose. He let's out a
          PAINED MOAN reminiscent of the deer's.
                         
                                              WALTER/GRANDPA
                   Ahhhhhhh!
                         
          Walter/Grandpa shoots Jeremy in the chest. He falls. Chris, on
          his back, pushes himself away. Walter/Grandpa sees Chris'
          scurry. He turns looking mad.
                         
                                              CHRIS
                   Wait.
                         
          Walter/Grandpa raises the gun under his own chin and shoots
          himself through the head. He falls. Approaching sirens blare
          in the distance.
                         
          Chris lays in shock. It's over. Just then a hand grabs Chris
          face! Jeremy's still alive! Blood pours from his mouth.
                         
                                              JEREMY
                   Ahhhhhh!
                         
          They both go for the gun, grabbing it at the same time. They
          roll around in the grass. Chris ends up on top. He bludgeons
          Jeremy over and over with the butt of the gun into the ground.
          Chris is lost in violence.
                         
          2 police cars pull up. He drops the gun.
                         
                                            COPS
                   Hands! Hands! Get away from the
                   weapon/ Show me your hands!/
                   Hands! Hands!! Get on your Knees!/
                   Hands! Hands!/ Goddamn Hands!!!
                         
          Chris, covered in blood, raises his sliced hands.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Look in the basement!
                         
          He is violently swarmed by officers. The house burns.
                                                                     98.
                         
          INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON. VISITING ROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Rod sits down opposite Chris who wears a prison jumpsuit and
          smokes a cigarette. Both of them look like shit. Rod is gaunt
          with circles under his eyes. Chris' hair and beard have grown
          in.
                         
          There's a long silence.
                         
                                            ROD
                   I really need to...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   ...I don't remember...
                         
                                            ROD
                   ...impress on you the importance
                   of remembering some of those
                   names. The fire didn't leave
                                  ENOUGH--
                         
          They've clearly had this conversation many times before.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I don't remember.
                         
                                            ROD
                   You gotta help me out, Chris.
                   Secret societies doesn't get you
                   very far on Google. I'm over here
                   feeling like I'm playing connect
                   the dots on a fucking football
                   field. One name...
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   I don't remember.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Well, try again please.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Rod.
                         
                                            ROD
                   Let's start at the beginning; walk
                   me through it again.
                         
                                            CHRIS
                   Rod.
                         
          Rod knows he's been defeated.
                                                                    99.
                         
                                             CHRIS (CONT'D)
                    I'm good, man. I stopped it. You
                    know? I stopped it.
                         
          Chris is at peace. He takes a long good drag of his cigarette
          then gets up and leaves.
                         
                         
          INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON. HALLWAY - NIGHT
                         
          Two GUARDS escort Chris back to his cell. He WHISTLES "You Got
          A Friend."
                         
                         THE END
                          


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Writers :   Jordan Peele
Genres :   Horror  Mystery  Thriller


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