EXT. FRONT GARDEN, JASON’S HOUSE – DAY
JASON’S house is a modest three bedroom semi-detached, with a square of plain suburban lawn at the front which is overlooked by the living-room window.
JASON is kneeling on the short grass, head in hands and unaware that he is no longer in Lilith’s Folly.
What’s happening to me?
JASON’S DOPPELGANGER is JASON’S mirror image in every way, except that he is wearing a suit. He is walking up the street towards the house.
EMILY is wearing her yellow summer dress and standing in the front doorway, waving excitedly to JASON’S DOPPELGANGER.
JASON’S eyes shoot open at the sound of his daughter’s voice.
There’s my Angel.
JASON watches JASON’S DOPPELGANGER walk across the lawn in front of him and take EMILY’S hand, and looks-on in shock as they both go inside the house together.
Wait! Baby, wait.
JASON jumps to his feet and runs to the front door. The front door closes just before he reaches it. JASON reaches out for the door handle, but his hand does not touch it.
INT. KITCHEN, JASON’S HOUSE – DAY
JASON has been instantly transported from the front door to the kitchen.
The kitchen is a square of respectable size, with the counter tops and appliances around the outside edge, and a dining table in the centre of the room. There is a door to the hallway on one side of the room and a door to outside and side of the house on the other.
LILITH is stood on the other side of the dinning table from JASON, by the door to the outside. She is wearing an adult size copy of EMILY’S yellow summer dress.
What the hell?
Oh dear, what’s happening now?
JASON looks at LILITH with disdain.
LILITH moves her hands suggestively over the material of her dress.
Do you like it, Daddy?
No, I fucking don’t. Please, Lilith, or whatever your bloody name is, leave my family out of this.
Well of course you do. As much as you’d hate to admit it. Eat, shit and fuck. And when you’re not doing any of those things, you’re killing each other. You glimpse the splendour of life, but all you know and want to know is death. You are stupid, selfish creatures. The gift is wasted on you.
We are what we are… Gift? What are you talking about? What gift?
What. What. What. Nothing but questions, with answers you wouldn’t understand. Life! Life is what I refer to, Jason. Soon I’ll show you what life is, and what your actions have done, but for now we must watch your defining moment again.
Why have I got to see this? How will this help anything? Unless it’s for your sadistic enjoyment.
Sadistic enjoyment? No, that comes later. Think of this as a seed, a seed you planted, from which the flowers will grow. You did it once in His world, now you must do it again in mine.
Yes, flowers. My flowers.
JASON’S attention is drawn to the raised voices of ZOE and JASON’S DOPPELGANGER, coming from the living room.
You useless bastard!
JASON’S DOPPELGANGER (O.S.)
Baby, please calm down. I’m sorry.
Oh God, I remember this.
JASON runs out of the kitchen and into the hallway.