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　　After a moment of driving， Georgina’s eyes open and she rises. The wig slides off her head revealing an old surgical scar around the top of her head. Chris hasn’t noticed her yet. He
　　reaches for his phone.
　　
　　TUTORIAL （CONT’D）
　　Can you please call the police？ Pouvez-vous s’il vous plait appelez la police？
　　
　　Annoyed， Chris turns off the sound system just before Georgina grabs his face and scratches it.
　　
　　GEORGINA
　　Ahhhhh!!
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Ahhhhhhhh!!
　　
　　Chris， veers the car into a tree. Georgina‘s head hits the windshield hard and bursts open. She’s dead. So is the car.
　　
　　A bullet hits the rear view mirror. Jeremy stands in front of the 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 across the front lawn strait at him. Walter’s hat flies off revealing the surgical scar around his head like the others.
　　
　　Jeremy shoots again， and it grazes Chris’ side. Chris runs through 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 to chris’ head.
　　
　　GRANDPA （CONT’D）
　　You ruined everything!!!
　　
　　Chris， blinded， raises his phone to Walter/Grandpa’s face. He takes a picture， flashing strait into Walter/Grandpa’s eyes.
　　
　　Walter/Grandpa doesn’t shoot. Instead he looks up. Jeremy is confused as to why Walter/Grandpa has stopped.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　What……？ Grandpa--？
　　
　　Walter/Grandpa spins and gathers his bearing. His eye is cocked and blood trickles out of his nose. He let’s out a PAINED MOAN reminiscent of the deer’s.
　　
　　WALTER/GRANDPA
　　Ahhhhhhh!
　　
　　Walter/Grandpa shoots Jeremy in the chest. He falls. Chris， on his 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 shoots himself through the head. He falls. Approaching sirens blare in the distance.
　　
　　Chris lays in shock. It’s over. Just then a hand grabs Chris face! Jeremy’s still alive! Blood pours from his mouth.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　Ahhhhhh!
　　
　　They both go for the gun， grabbing it at the same time. They roll around in the grass. Chris ends up on top. He bludgeons Jeremy 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 the weapon/ 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.
　　
　　INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON. VISITING ROOM - NIGHT
　　
　　Rod sits down opposite Chris who wears a prison jumpsuit and smokes a cigarette. Both of them look like shit. Rod is gaunt with circles under his eyes. Chris’ hair and beard have grown in.
　　
　　There’s a long silence.
　　
　　ROD
　　I really need to……
　　
　　CHRIS
　　……I don’t remember……
　　
　　ROD
　　……impress on you the importance of remembering some of those names. 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 you very far on Google. I’m over here feeling like I’m playing connect the dots on a fucking football field. One name……
　　
　　CHRIS
　　I don’t remember.
　　
　　ROD