INT. KITCHEN, JASON’S HOUSE – DAY
Oh God, no-no-no. No!
ZOE smashes the marble cutting board into the top of EMILY’S head.
EMILY collapses to the ground.
ZOE looks down at EMILY’S twitching body, her eyes following the stream of blood emanating from the crack in her daughters skull. A dark pool forms on the floor. ZOE’S reflection grows upon the bloody mirror.
Oh, Em’, look at your beautiful dress.
JASON is released from his paralysis.
ZOE drags EMILY’S body out through the door to the side of the house.
Don’t you want to see what she does with the body? But then, you already know, don’t you, Jason.
The sound of ZOE dumping EMILY’S body in the wheelie bin can be heard.
JASON grabs and scratches at his own face as he lets rip with a primal scream.
INT. LIVING ROOM, JASON’S HOUSE – DAY
ZOE is sat on the sofa, her bloody hands resting on her knees as she stares vacantly out the window.
LILITH is sat next to ZOE, watching her excitedly.
JASON is stood by the window.
JASON’S DOPPELGANGER can be heard opening the front door.
JASON’S DOPPELGANGER (O.S.)
They didn’t have the one you liked, Zo, so I got this one instead. The guy in the shop said it’s similar. Cost a bit more, but hey, if I can’t treat my lady once in a while, the grass won’t grow.
JASON’S DOPPELGANGER enters the LIVING ROOM.
You’re too fucking late, you stupid bastard. The grass won’t grow? Zoe was right, you’re a useless loser.
(looking at the blood)
Shit… What happened, Zoe? Oh God. What have you done?
JASON’S DOPPELGANGER runs to ZOE, drops the bottle of wine on the floor, and checks her wrists.
It’s not mine
Not yours? Whose?
I’ve made it better.
What..? Where’s Emily, Zo?
Yes, Emily. Our daughter.
I’ve made everything new again. Like it used to be.
What have you done?
(calls as he runs from the room)
Emily, baby. Where are you, Angel?