Kalifornia

EXT. - NIGHT

It's raining like hell. Flashes of lightning reveal momentary

glimpses of a decayed urban/industrial landscape. Far below

us, a mysterious glistening wet rock lies engulfed in the

drowning earth. We descend toward the rock. Sporadic flashes

of lightning distort our perspective of the stone. It looks

strangely beautiful, like a diamond stuck in the dark mud...

Closer... Closer...

Suddenly, STRONG MALE HANDS cut across the frame and wrench

it free from its muddy grave. Even closer... And we discover

that the underbelly of this beautiful rock is teeming with

every kind of slithering repulsive insect... FLASH!!*

Lightning obliterates the frame.

(* FLASHES OF LIGHT from lightning, car headlights,

photographic strobe units and flashlights are used throughout

the following sequences as recurring transitional devices.)

CITY STREET EXT. NIGHT

We can barely see the darkened street in a run down part of

an inner city -- what we can see looks half demolished.

Flash!!

Through chain link fencing, the blinding headlights of a

70'S CHEVY arc into frame. For an instant we see the fleeting

image of a PRETTY TEENAGE GIRL. On her feet a pair of bright

red high heeled shoes. The Chevy pulls up next to her.

INT. 70'S CHEVY - NIGHT

FLASH!! An oncoming car's headlights streak across the beat

up Chevy's windshield... revealing... THE DRIVER, 45ish, as

he leans across the passenger seat and opens the car door.

The pretty teenage girl slides into the car. Dressed only in

a skirt and T-Shirt, she's soaked to the skin. Make-up runs

down her face and her hair sticks to her bare shoulders. She

seems nervous... scared even.

PRETTY TEENAGE GIRL

Thanks.

As she closes the car door the man notices that her hand has

been injured. It's bound with coarse white toweling and

stained with blood. In her other hand, she clings tightly to

a cheap yellow leather purse. He reaches forward and puts

his hand on the gear-shift, the back of his hand brushing

against her leg, she moves away. He slides the gear-shift

into drive.

Another car's headlights flare the windshield as he pulls

out into the night.

INT. ROOFLESS OLD WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Suddenly... a powerful photographic strobe light ignites!

Revealing a decrepit warehouse interior. Silhouetted briefly

against the paint chipped walls are two figures: A man, BRIAN

KESSLER, 25, short chopped hair dressed in black on black,

and a woman, CARRIE LAUGHLIN, 25, short black hair and tight

black clothes. Carrie holds a 35mm still camera, an umbilical

cord runs to a strobe light. Brian holds a flashlight in one

hand, a tape recorder in the other. He begins speaking into

the tape recorder.

BRIAN:

Her father worked the night shift

here. Most nights he'd bring her

with him.

(pause)

She was eleven years old.

His flashlight scans the ominous environment. Carrie takes

flash photo.

EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT

Emerging from the blackness... The same strong male hands

that unearthed the rock now pulls his rain soaked jacket

clear of his torso. A crude bandage wrapped around one of

the fingers. The rock is slipped up under his jacket... up

against his bare chest. The jacket is pulled down to conceal

the rock and the faceless figure drifts away.

INT. ROOFLESS OLD WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

The beam of Brian's flashlight sweeps through the darkness,

revealing another room.

BRIAN:

This is it. This is the where he'd

take her whenever he had the urge to

molest her.

The flashlight finds the corner in question. Flash!! The

warehouse lights up again, revealing a huge machine room.

BRIAN:

Of course! Nobody would have heard

her cries over the noise of the

machines.

INT. 70'S CHEVY - NIGHT

A male hand wipes the steamy condensation clear of his car's

front window. The windshield wipers swipe incessantly at the

constant sheet of rain beyond.

DRIVER:

Damn! This defroster never works...

The driver fidgets blindly with the various levers and knobs.

He finally manages to get the defroster and heater to work.

The girl leans forward into the stream of warm air.

PRETTY TEENAGE GIRL

...Mmm... feels good.

She closes her eyes, lets it blow across her face. He watches

her. His eyes linger on her body.

DRIVER:

Have a problem with your car?

She pulls her wet hair off her bruised face and gives him a

nervous smile.

PRETTY TEENAGE GIRL

No.

(beat)

My problem's with men.

He throws a curious look at her, then back to the highway.

INT. ROOFLESS OLD WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Brian's flashlight moves around the room.

BRIAN:

This is where she murdered her first

victim. They found his body over in

the corner, shot through the head.

The flashlight continues to search through the darkness.

BRIAN:

They found her second victim over

there.

Another flash!!!!!

INT. 70'S CHEVY

Very close on the girl's yellow purse... as the metal zipper

is pulled open. The driver notices her opening the purse.

PRETTY TEENAGE GIRL

Okay if I smoke?

DRIVER:

(unconvincingly)

...sure.

The driver watches as she reaches into the purse... out a

soggy pack of matches. She looks at them... I look to the

driver.

PRETTY TEENAGE GIRL

My matches are all wet. You got a

lighter?

DRIVER:

(scans the dashboard)

Yeah. It's here somewhere. It's my

wife's car. Ah... there it is.

He pushes the cigarette lighter in to heat. Out of the corner

of his eye, he sees the girl's hand slip back in her purse.

And stay there. She stares at the car lighter and... waits.

The driver glances at her, then back to the lighter.

INT. ROOFLESS OLD WAREHOUSE

FLASH!! As another strobe light ignites. Tape recorder hand,

Brian continues...

BRIAN:

She lured them here with the promise

of sex.

(beat)

Imagine the anger and hatred she

must have felt returning to this

place. Did she use that to help her

pull the trigger?

Carrie snaps another shot. Flash!! The blinding flash

illuminates the night rain streaming in through the fractured

remains of the ceiling.

CARRIE:

Shhhhhhhhh.

Brian stops talking. Carrie scans the darkness. From the

quiet...

A Thunderous Roar!!

INT. 70'S CHEVY - NIGHT

A Blinding Flash!!

As... a semi-trailer crosses paths with the 70'S CHEVY.

Close on the girl. An intent expression on her face as she

watches and waits... for the cigarette lighter to eject. His

hand reaches deeper into her purse. The Driver tenses as he

sees this. Suddenly...

POP!! The lighter ejects.

The Driver reaches for the dash. The girl hurriedly lifts

something out from inside the bag. The Driver yanks the

lighter out... and whips a look to the girl.

INT. ROOFLESS OLD WAREHOUSE

Brian's flashlight sweeps across the shadowed remains of the

rafters and catwalks. Scanning... Listening... Brian and

Carrie glance tentatively at each other... Then slowly Carrie

lifts the portable strobe unit upward until it is pointing

into the rafters. Carrie fires a shot, triggering a brilliant

Flash!!

CUT TO:

Flash! Out of the inky black... The glistening wet rock

emerges, hurtling downwards... Tumbling end over end through

the night rain...

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