EXT. BACK GARDEN, JASON’S HOUSE – DAY
JASON is sitting on the grass watching his daughter, EMILY, as she kneels in front of him. She is deep in concentration, making a daisy-chain bracelet. EMILY is a six-year old bubbly girl, with long auburn hair and a bright, infectious smile. She is wearing a yellow summer dress.
Do you think mum will like it, dad?
She’ll love it, Angel.
I used buttercups because they match my dress.
EMILY stands up and holds out the bracelet for JASON. Blood trickles down EMILY’S forehead, and drips onto her dress.
A BLACK SCREEN
What have you done?
What have you done!
Now you have nothing.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE PERIMETER WALL, THE HOSPITAL – DAY
JASON stands with his back to the wall, looking across a beautiful rolling meadow of bright vivacious flowers growing through a lush carpet of long grass. A thick mass of trees are to the far left and right. JASON glances back at the wall and smiles.
About time you bastards came to your senses.
JASON starts walking across the meadow. There are no signs of civilisation anywhere to be seen, and the sky is clear and blue, apart from the bright sun which is about to touch the horizon.
Where the hell is everyone?
EXT. MEADOW – DAY
A ROBIN lands in the long grass a few meters in front of JASON.
Hello bird. Can you point me in the direction of the nearest pub? I want to celebrate my freedom.
The ROBIN flies off with a worm held in its beak.
Fair enough. You’ve obviously got more important things to do. But I could do with a pint, that would be the cherry on top.
As JASON walks down a gentle incline and into a valley, a cottage pub comes into view, a few hundred meters away.
EXT. LILITH’S FOLLY – DAY
LILITH’S FOLLY is a rustic single-storey cottage pub; with white stucco walls and a thick dark grey thatched roof; a smoking chimney protrudes through the thatch. Two large windows form the happy eyes of the pub, each flanked by dark wooden shutters. In the centre, positioned between the two windows, is a large oak door.
The pub sign, hanging just below the thatch on the left side, comes into focus. The image on the pub’s sign is a replica of ‘Lilith’ (1892) by John Collier. ‘Lilith’s Folly’ is written in gold script below the image.
JASON looks up and studies the pub sign for a moment, then walks to the door. He tentatively takes hold of the brass hoop door handle, then pauses.
Keep calm, Jase. You’re not in hospital anymore; there will be normal average Joes in there.
JASON turns the door handle and pushes the door open.