Purple Haze

PURPLE HAZE

Original screenplay written by: Ashley Edwards

EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF THE FOREST. DAY.
A pair of dirty white sneakers nervously kick up small
pebbles along the bend of a deserted dirt road. Trees reach
up into the sky and tower over the 23-year-old girl standing
at its edge.
The sun disappears behind the ominous clouds. Drizzling rain
falls parallel to the tall, peeling tree trunks. Slow heavy
breathing turns into quick frantic pants. They become louder
with each breath.
                    VIOLET (V.O.)
               (shakily)
          Violet. V-I-E-. Shit. V-I-O-L-E-T.
               (sharp inhale)
          473 Oakley- I mean Oakwood Lane.
          Sacramento, California.
               (several deep breaths)
          23. 23 and a half actually.
Violet's breathing begins to steady.
Violet's wide eyes refuse to blink as she stares blankly out
into the bleak woods. The rain thickens, blurring her vision
and causing the remaining makeup to drip down her porcelain
white cheeks.
          VIOLET (V.O.)
     (mumbles)
Fucking pull yourself together
Violet. Deep breaths like Mama told
you. In. Out. In. Out. In-
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The same dirty white sneakers stand still in a puddle that
has begun accumulating along the bend of the deserted dirt
road. The sounds of heavy breathing have been replaced by
hollow rain drops bouncing off a plastic surface. To the
left of her sneakers lies a large black bag that is oddly

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shaped and lumpy in appearance. Violet takes a few small
steps toward it. She looks at the black bag. She looks right
down the dirt road. She looks left down the dirt road. She
looks out into the trees in the forest.
Violet kneels down in front of the bag. Hesitantly, she
pulls back the thick plastic to see what's inside, revealing
a pair of red Nike shoes. Violet jumps back in shock. The
scenery around her begins to spin. The rain continues to
pour down, matting her thin blonde hair to her head, yet
Violet doesn't even seem to notice. After a few minutes, she
slowly brings herself to remove the rest of the plastic bag
from the body.
A pale hand becomes visible, dried blood streaked all the
way from the wrist to the middle of the forearm. The cuffed
white sleeve is also stained with dark red blood. Violet
gags violently onto her already dirty white sneakers.
                    VIOLET
          (shouting) Fucking hell.
Her exclamation echoes into the lonely forest. Wiping her
mouth with the back of her hand, she continues to remove the
rest of the bag. Dried blood and deep purple bruises
everywhere. The face of a young man, pale and lifeless,
slips out from under the plastic bag.
          VIOLET
     (audibly gasping)

PETER!

          VIOLET (V.O.)
     (between weepy breaths)
Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him.

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EXT. CLIFF OVER THE CITY. DUSK. 5 MONTHS AGO. FLASHBACK
Peter sits in the bed of a 1987 red Ford pickup truck,
perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the city. The sun
has begun to flirt with the border of the horizon, casting
an array of warm hues throughout the clear summer sky.
He looks over his shoulder and flashes a wide toothy smile.
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Violet peers through the truck's rear window, illuminated by
the last sun rays of the day. She hops out and makes her way
over to Peter. He lifts her up into the bed of the truck
while she playfully giggles and shrieks.
As the sun continues to dip behind the sparkling city, Peter
glances over at Violet and lovingly puts his arm around her.
They kiss just as the sun vanishes into the night.
END FLASHBACK.
EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF THE FOREST. DAY.
The disheartening rain comes to a halt and the dark clouds
vanish. Violet slumps over Peter's body, looking almost
lifeless herself. Violet's eyes refuse to blink as they
stare blankly out into the bleak maze of tree trunks and
shrubbery. The golden sun dances across Peter's lifeless
skin and flash off his green eyes, which remain wide open.
Slight bruising under his left eye is starting to turn
yellowish in color. Violet glances over and swiftly shuts
his eyes.
                    VIOLET
               (shakily and rushed)
          Violet. V-I-O. V-I-. 4-? 47-?
               (frantic panting)
INT. VIOLET'S APARTMENT. DAY. 1 YEAR AGO- FLASHBACK
A slightly rusted metal door, the numbers 4-7-3 sloppily
painted under the peep hole. They've started to chip off.
Muffled shouts are heard from inside the apartment. One
scream, distinguishably louder than the rest, is followed by
a series of thuds, crashes, grunts, and more screaming.
The door suddenly swings open in an angry manner. Peter
emerges from Violet's apartment enraged and rushes out of
the building. Violet can be seen bent over, hands clasped to
her weak knees, struggling to catch her breath just behind
the rusty door that remains slightly ajar.
END FLASHBACK.
EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF THE FOREST. DUSK.
Violet's body shakes uncontrollably as she lifts her hands

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out in front of her. Bruises dot the inside of her forearms
and knuckles.
                    VIOLET
               (softly, still looking at her
               hands)
          Peter?
               (confused)

Why?

With the sun creeping lower in the sky, shadows from the
towering trees are cast across the lonely dirt road. In the
distance, the faint sound of rubber tires crackling along
small pebbles and loose dirt become more and more
noticeable. A car begins to encroach upon the spot where
Violet and Peter's fully exposed dead body remain sprawled
on the ground.
                    VIOLET (V.O.)
               (Internal dialogue)
          Get the fuck out of here Violet.
          Move the body.
Immediately, Violet hastily shoves the large plastic bag
back on Peter's head. She pulls it down over his body to
cover his blood stained torso and red Nikes in one fell
swoop. Just as the car breaks the corner, Violet slips into
the woods, Peter's lifeless body in tow. The headlights
flood the dimly lit street with two bright beams. Violet
crouches at the edge of the forest, hidden behind a tree.
Peter's body lies next to Violet.
                    VIOLET
               (whispers)
          In. Out. In. Out. In-
The car comes to a stop. Violet inhales sharply and covers
her mouth with her hands.
                    VIOLET (V.O.)
               (internal dialogue)
          Violet don't make any god damn
          noises.
Violet watches anxiously as a large burly man steps out of
the car. He makes his way to the side of the road where
Violet had been sitting with Peter's dead body nearly a

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minute ago. The passenger rolls down their tinted window. A
woman's high-pitched voice shouts from inside the car.
          WOMEN IN CAR
     (worried)
Honey please tell me it's not a
lil' animal on the side of the
road! People are jus' so reckless
out here nowadays.
     (sighs heavily )
The man doesn't respond. He reaches down and picks something
off the ground.
                    WOMAN IN CAR
               (slightly more worried)
          Paul? What in the God's name is
          that? Should I give animal control
          a ring?
                    PAUL
               (shouts back)
          Gina darlin' there's no need to
          worry! Just some kid's knapsack.
               (sounding confused)
          Not sure what the hell it's doin'
          all the way out here...
                    GINA
          Well i'll be damned you almost gave
          me a heart attack!
Paul opens the black knapsack and retrieves the first thing
he lays his hands on.
                    GINA
          Suga' just leave it be! We're gonna
          be late. I can guarantee Susanna
          has already had too much to drink
          and...
Paul blocks out her voice as he draws his attention back to
the knapsack.
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A tattered brown leather wallet, careful burgundy stitching
and a single letter V branded on the front, rests in Paul's
sturdy hands.
Paul flips the wallet open. The plastic insert held a
California-issued driver's license. Paul slipped it out.
          PAUL
Violet Coppola. 473 Oakwood Lane.
Sacramento, California (pause)
Someone was quite lost!
          GINA
     (irritated)
Lovely. We can bring it to the
station tomorrow.
Violet, still hidden several feet away from the car, hears
her name spoken aloud and instantly freezes. Her breathes
become tight and few.
          VIOLET
     (whispers)
Violet.
     (slowly)
V-I-O-L-E-T. That's mine (pause)
That's mine?
Paul sticks the wallet into the front pocket of his neatly
pressed khaki pants while he reaches back into the knapsack.
Paul's hands begin to shake as he pulls something out of the
bag.
                    PAUL
               (distressed)

What theā€¦?

He tosses the knapsack and it's contents aside while making
a straight beeline for the car.
                    GINA
          Paul what on Earth is the--
Paul furiously pulls off down the dirt road, possibly giving
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his wife minor whip lash.

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Violet waits, holding her breath, until the coast is clear.
A cloud of dirt is suspended in the air from Paul's sudden
getaway. Once the dust starts to dissipate, Violet lightly
treads over to the knapsack and it's spilt contents.
The single streetlight is just enough light to help Violet
indicate what's been left strewn about the grass. As begins
she combs through, Violet abruptly pulls her hand, yelping
in anguish.
Violet spreads out her fingers, feeling the sticky warm
blood stream down into the palm of her hand. She wiped the
gushing blood onto her legs, completely saturating her light
wash jeans. Violet scans her strained eyes around her filthy
white sneakers.

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A silver switchblade knife coated in dry blood, and now
Violet's, lays glistening right in front of her.
                    VIOLET (V.O.)
               (concerned)
          Is this...
               (shallow breathing)
          Holy shit.
               (internal dialogue)
          Did I...did I do something bad to
          Peter?
Violet delicately picks up the silver switchblade and lays
it across her bloody hands. The cold metal causes an influx
of goose bumps and the hair on the back of her neck to stand
up. The streetlight begins to flicker a few times and then
burns out. Violet panics. She attempts to run back into the
forest to grab Peter's body, but didn't get very far. Being
as light-headed as she was, Violet collapsed and made
contact with the hard ground.
EXT. STREET ALLEY. NIGHT. 3 MONTHS AGO- FLASHBACK
Violet feverishly yells at Peter as they walk down a smoky,
narrow alleyway. Peter remains silent and stoic as she rails

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him with profanity and vicious insults. Suddenly, Violet
snaps. She turns to Peter, forcefully shoving him against
the brick wall with both of her hands. Peter begrudgingly
sinks to the ground as Violet continually throws fists at
his defenseless body, screaming all the while.
Peter lays face down, cowering away from Violet. He looks
desperately into her eyes as she kicks him straight in the
gut. Peter lets out a defeated moan. Violet stands across
directly across from Peter. With her stiff spine pinned up
against the crumbling brick wall, Violet seethes with anger
while Peter lays limp on the cold pavement. In attempt to
calm herself, Violet begins taking deliberate breaths, in
and out and in and out, at a steady rhythm.
                    VIOLET
               (slowly)
          Violet. V-I-O..
               (continued uninterupted)
          ..L-E-T.
END FLASHBACK.
EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF THE FOREST. NIGHT.

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The creaking sounds of the forest and the cool breeze swirl
between the trees and brush past Violet, yet she remains
still and silent.
                    VIOLET (V.O.)
               (internal dialogue)
          Time to go Violet.
Violet methodically marches herself back into the woods near
to the large black plastic bag. She grabs the bag with
Peter's body with her good hand and whisks it away into the
depths of the night. Violet drags his body along the forest
floor, entirely void of emotion.
Violet's sneakers crunch the damp twigs as she walks deeper
into the forest, still dragging peter's dead body behind
her. the plastic bag rustles the wet leaves as it snakes
through the dark woods.
EXT. CLEARING IN THE FOREST. DAWN.
The sun finally breaks the surface of the horizon and light
seeps into the trees. Violet looks worn down, arms growing
weary from lugging the body bag around.
A clearing up ahead becomes visible. Violet musters the
remaining strength in her body and manages to pull the bag
out into the center of the clearing. Violet drastically
drops to her knees.
After catching her breath, Violet begins to remove the black
bag. First the red Nikes, the blood-stained cuffs. Then the
dark red splotches across the torso of his white button
down. And finally the sunken eyes of a broken man.
Violet sheds a single tear that mixes in with all the mud
and makeup caked on her exhausted face.
INT. PETER'S APARTMENT. DAY. 1 DAY AGO- FLASHBACK
Violet storms into Peter's apartment in a bad mood. As she
enters the usually pristine apartment, ready to start her
regular outbursts, Violet stops dead in her tracks. Peter
lies in the middle of the living room, blood seeping from
his wrists onto the oriental rug.

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Peter's suicide note was laid purposefully next to his stiff
body for Violet to stumble upon:
"Fuck you Violet. You broke me. Despite all the bruises, I
still tried to love you. But you can't love or be loved. You
always claim you don't remember hurting me but that's a
fucking lie, Violet. It's your fault I killed myself and
everyone will know it."
The most blood curdling scream erupts from within Violet as
she grasps onto Peter's suicide note. She screams until no
sounds can escape from her lungs any longer.
                    VIOLET
               (loudly between heavy sobs)
          It's not my fault. It's not my
          fault. It's not my fucking fault.
As the seething anger fades, Violet recognizes that she
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needs to do something.
                    VIOLET
               (speaking quietly to herself)
          No one will know if you make him
          disappear Violet. No one will know
          it's your fault.
Violet wipes away her bitter tears and simultaenously
notices a shovel leaned near the entryway in Peter's
apartment.
Propping herself up off the hardwood floor Violet carries
herself out of Peter's apartment gracefully, shovel in hand.
END FLASHBACK.
EXT.CLEARING IN THE FOREST. DAY.
Violet stares intently into a decent sized hole that she had
dug in the clearing. She drags Peter's body over the edge of
the hole. Peter's sad body lands uncomfortably, taking on
awkward and twisted angles at the very bottom of the hole.
                    VIOLET
               (smiling softly)
          Fuck you Peter.
The sun shines on his face one last time before the clouds
roll in and Violet returns all of the dirt to the hole.
Slowly but surely, Peter disappears beneath the Earth.
Violet drops the shovel at her makeshift grave's side. For a
split second, she's overcome with grief and begins rapidly
breathing. Her shallow breaths slow and Violet begins to
grin. She kicks the last bit of freshly upturned soil onto
the pile with her filthy white sneakers.
          VIOLET
     (proudly)
Violet. V-I-O-L-E-T. Violet.

THE END

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