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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 usesit to put Chris in a choke hold from behind. Chris slams theback of his head into Jeremy’s face. He does it again, andagain, and again. Jeremy squeezes tighter.

Chris, about to pass out, reaches into Jeremy’s pocket andpulls out his keys. He scrapes them deep into Jeremy’s eye.

Jeremy screams in pain and Chris wriggles out of his grasptripping him with an improvised Judo throw. Jeremy lunges atChris again but slips on his own blood banging the back of hishead on the coffee table. He’s out.

EXT. FRONT YARD - NIGHT

Chris begins to run but then sees the beige sports car werecognize from the opening scene. He looks at Jeremy downed inthe 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 turnson. There is a very small amount of batteries. He turns theignition. The English to French tutorial comes on.

TUTORIAL:

I seem to have misplaced mypassport. Je crois avoi egare mon

passeport.

95.

Chris peels off, driving fast through the field into thenight. He dials 911.

911 OPERATOR

911 emergency, I’m at the home ofDean and Missy Armitage-

Chris looks in the rearview mirror as the house gets smallerbehind him. All of a sudden, BAM! The car slams into and over

Georgina, who, in the night, seems to come out of nowhere. Thephone falls.

CHRIS:

Ahhhh!

TUTORIAL:

Can you direct me to the nearesthospital? Pouvez-vous me dirigervers I’hopital le plus proche?

He drives on a few more seconds on a flat tire but then stopsthe car. Chris breathes heavy.

CHRIS:

(to himself)

No... no... Don’t do it... Just

get the f*** gotta here... Justgo! Just... F***!

Chris puts the car in reverse and drives backwards beside themotionless bloody heap that is Georgina.

TUTORIAL:

Where is the nearest train

station? Ou est la gare la plusproche?

He looks back at the house which is now filling with smoke.

Chris quickly gets out of the car and lifts what’s left ofGeorgina’s mangled unconscious body into the passenger’s seatof 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 scararound the top of her head. Chris hasn’t noticed her yet. Hereaches for his phone.

TUTORIAL (CONT’D)

Can you please call the police?

Pouvez-vous s’il vous plaitappelez la police?

Annoyed, Chris turns off the sound system just before Georginagrabs his face and scratches it.

96.

GEORGINA:

Ahhhhh!!

CHRIS:

Ahhhhhhhh!!

Chris, veers the car into a tree. Georgina‘s head hits thewindshield hard and bursts open. She’s dead. So is the car.

A bullet hits the rear view mirror. Jeremy stands in front ofthe 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 acrossthe front lawn strait at him. Walter’s hat flies off revealingthe surgical scar around his head like the others.

Jeremy shoots again, and it grazes Chris’ side. Chris runsthrough 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 tochris’ head.

GRANDPA (CONT’D)

You ruined everything!!!

Chris, blinded, raises his phone to Walter/Grandpa’s face. Hetakes a picture, flashing strait into Walter/Grandpa’s eyes.

97.

Walter/Grandpa doesn’t shoot. Instead he looks up. Jeremy isconfused as to why Walter/Grandpa has stopped.

JEREMY:

What...? Grandpa--?

Walter/Grandpa spins and gathers his bearing. His eye iscocked and blood trickles out of his nose. He let’s out a

PAINED MOAN reminiscent of the deer’s.

WALTER/GRANDPAAhhhhhhh!

Walter/Grandpa shoots Jeremy in the chest. He falls. Chris, onhis 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 shootshimself through the head. He falls. Approaching sirens blarein the distance.

Chris lays in shock. It’s over. Just then a hand grabs Chrisface! Jeremy’s still alive! Blood pours from his mouth.

JEREMY:

Ahhhhhh!

They both go for the gun, grabbing it at the same time. Theyroll around in the grass. Chris ends up on top. He bludgeonsJeremy 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 theweapon/ 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 andsmokes a cigarette. Both of them look like sh*t. Rod is gauntwith circles under his eyes. Chris’ hair and beard have grownin.

There’s a long silence.

ROD:

I really need to...

CHRIS:

...I don’t remember...

ROD:

...impress on you the importanceof remembering some of thosenames. 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 youvery far on Google. I’m over herefeeling like I’m playing connectthe dots on a f***ing footballfield. One name...

CHRIS:

I don’t remember.

ROD:

Well, try again please.

CHRIS:

Rod.

ROD:

Let’s start at the beginning; walkme through it again.

CHRIS:

Rod.

Rod knows he’s been defeated.

99.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

I’m good, man. I stopped it. Youknow? I stopped it.

Chris is at peace. He takes a long good drag of his cigarettethen 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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