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 The sounds of heavy breathing have been replaced by hollow rain drops bouncing off a plastic surface.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)
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. (CONTINUED)
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
out in front of her. Bruises dot the inside of her forearms and knuckles.
VIOLET (softly, still looking at her hands)
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.
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
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.
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!
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.
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.
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 (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: his wife minor whip lash.
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.
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
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.
(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.
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 (CONTINUED)
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.
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. V-I-O-L-E-T. Violet.
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