Devil's Tree: Rooted Evil
- Year:
- 2018
- 76 min
- 45 Views
(soft dramatic music)
(ominous music)
Don't forget a
journalist's job is to
uncover the truth.
Not to give his damn opinion!
Always remember that!
Class dismissed.
Why does he do that
with the yelling?
Doesn't he know he scares
the sh*t out of people?
I think that's why he does it.
He's good, but he's out there.
Well, when you're
the next Lisa Ling
I guess he'll take it.
Yeah, right.
Maybe.
So do we know what
story we're doin'?
No, but I'll figure it out.
Shouldn't we know by now?
Listen, have I ever let
you down in four years?
You have not.
Hmm.
Ah, all right, I gotta go.
I'm running late
for my yoga class.
Doin' yoga now?
[Samantha] Yeah,
you're always telling me
I need to relax more.
Namaste.
(soft instrumental music)
(camera clicking)
So how's Georgia?
Good.
And how's the little princess?
Oh, pre-K, how is that possible?
I should be there
right after graduation.
I know, it's CNN.
I don't think it gets any
more exciting than that.
No, I don't think I'll be working
with Anderson right away.
Yeah, well I won't be
going anywhere until
I figure out what I'm
doing this damn story
on for my thesis.
(sighing)
I know.
I miss you too, Aunt Deb.
Yeah, soon I will
see you and Miss Ava
on a regular basis.
I love you, too.
They should just go ahead
and cut it down already.
Where is this?
Oak Hammock Park,
right over there.
Oh yeah, I know
where that park is.
Deep in the woods
there's this devil's tree.
Lot of people have died there.
Sounds ominous.
Why are they deciding
whether to cut it down now?
Damn kids keep goin'
there and killin'
rabbits or some sh*t.
It's just not a good place.
Huh.
Interesting.
(kitten meowing)
Oh.
Hello.
Hey.
Where's your mommy?
Hey.
(kitten meowing)
(ominous music)
(kitten meowing)
Hey, listen.
You stay here, okay?
I'm gonna leave
the car on for you.
Be right back.
(ominous music)
(wind howling)
(crickets chirping)
(bird cawing)
(ominous music)
(wind howling)
(crickets chirping)
(birds cawing)
(creepy whispering)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
(twig snapping)
Excuse me, miss.
You left your car running
and there's a kitten inside.
Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.
I just wanted to
check this tree out.
Yeah, you and every kid.
What happened here?
Well, some people died here.
I don't know why the
city allows people
to come to a tree.
Personally I'd like
to see it cut down.
Has anyone died
since you worked here?
What, are you a reporter?
Well, yeah, actually
I'm studying to be.
Look, I don't
mean to sound rude.
I just don't want anything
else happening here.
So then you have.
Just don't come here alone.
Always come with a friend.
I always have mine.
Thank you.
Bye.
Bye.
(soft dramatic music)
(muffled screaming)
All right, my
little bimbolinas.
Tell me.
Which one of you has a date
with the skinning knife first?
[Girl] Not me.
Oh, then it's you.
Lucky girl.
(clothes ripping)
(muffled screaming)
It's okay.
(muffled screaming)
It's okay.
You're allowed to scream.
I'm sure this hurts.
(muffled screaming)
You, on the other hand,
haven't any reason to cry yet.
I haven't even touched you.
(muffled screaming)
(knife slicing)
There.
Now you can cry.
(laughing)
Oh, wait.
You can't.
(muffled screaming)
(soft dramatic music)
I was accused of
killing 34 women.
Come up with 34 names.
[Interviewer] What
were you convicted of?
Fort Pierce.
[Newswoman] We're standing
here with Officer John Harris.
Officer, you were
one of the first to
investigate this gruesome scene.
Can you tell us anything
about what happened here?
[John] Well, all
I can say is that
we're fortunate we were
able to catch this guy,
but I'm gonna urge
people not to come out
here under any circumstances.
[Newswoman] I assume
that's because this is
an active crime scene?
[John] Well,
it's just not safe.
(soft dramatic music)
(machine sputtering)
I mean, it's not bad.
I remember hearing something
about this when I was a kid,
but I didn't know this
sh*t really happened.
Well, I've lived
here for 15 years
and I've never heard of it.
How'd you find the officer?
I found him online.
I have his address.
Now I just need to figure
out how to get ahold of him.
[Rob] No phone number?
Should we just go
by there tomorrow
and see if he'll talk to us?
Yeah, we could try.
(knocking)
If this guy answers the door,
are we really gonna ask
him to film his interview?
(dog barking)
(sirens wailing)
(dramatic music)
[John] Yeah, who are you?
Hello, Mr. Harris?
My name is Samantha
and this is Rob,
and we're journalism
students doing
a story on something you
investigated over 40 years ago.
The devil's tree.
Yes.
No way.
Forget it.
I didn't think he
was gonna let us.
I mean, call it a hunch,
but he doesn't
seem very friendly.
Look, I know everyone
called you crazy,
and maybe you thought you were.
I don't think so.
Come on, Sam.
What do you know
about the tree?
No cameras.
It's fine.
All right.
I thank you for talking
to us, Mr. Harris.
You can call me John.
I haven't talked about the tree
in a very long time.
Well, it means a lot.
And who better than
one of the officers
who investigated what happened.
I'm not a cop anymore.
It made sure of that.
What did?
Nobody knows the
truth about that tree.
Do you?
Help me understand.
I felt something there.
You've been to the tree?
I have.
You didn't tell me that.
Tell me.
What did you feel
when you were there?
I don't really know.
I felt like I heard
voices talking,
like I felt someone there.
Mmm.
Someone or something?
What do you mean something?
If you've been to the tree,
you shouldn't even be here.
Listen, tell me what
you're talking about.
Maybe I can help.
(door creaking)
He better not come
out there with a gun.
(soft dramatic music)
Maybe we should go.
Hold on.
(clattering)
Mr. Harris?
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
What's this?
You said you wanted to
know about the investigation
out at the tree.
That's the film footage I
took of the crime scene.
Take it.
I'm officially off the case.
Go on.
Come on, let's go.
Holy sh*t, did that
dude creep me out.
What do you think he
was even talkin' about?
[Samantha] I don't
know, but I'm interested
in finding out, that's for sure.
It's cool he
gave you the film.
[Samantha] It was.
What, what's the matter?
Nothing.
I'm just thinking about
something he said.
Let's go to the park.
You got your camera?
Let's go get some footage.
(suspenseful music)
[Man] You are most prompt.
Mom, mop up.
We will speak in
one of the languages
of the earth people.
I have orders to send
you on a special mission
to the planet Earth.
(static crackling)
(skin sizzling)
(ominous music)
(gun cocking)
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
(blood trickling)
(soft dramatic music)
[Rob] Honestly, Sam.
What do you think is
going on at this tree?
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Devil's Tree: Rooted Evil" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 18 Dec. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/devil's_tree:_rooted_evil_6834>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In