HANNA

( GET JODY TO STAB

INT. JODY’S LIVING ROOM - MORNING

HIM )
In a bright and soft living room, Hanna leans into a modern
rocking chair, a children’s book in hand. A heavy KNIFE sits
across her lap.

GUY (48), squirms in a nearby kitchen chair, tied with thick

cords, slicked with blood.

A bright green strip of duct tape wrapped around his head.

“PREDATOR” is written crudely across in permanent marker. His
muffled cries are infuriatingly persistent.

Rolling her eyes, Hanna looks up from her book. Guy continues
to cry, until--

KEYS JANGLE at the front door. Guy perks up, his squealing
becoming louder.

Hanna kicks him square in the face with lighting precision,

knocking him out, right as the door opens, and JODY enters
the hallway, a coffee in hand. She stops dead in her tracks
at the sight of Hanna.

JODY
What...are you doing here?

HANNA
You invited me.

Jody sees the carnage behind her--and Guy tied up on a chair,

passed out.

JODY
Why did you do this?

HANNA
I didn’t do anything.

JODY
Yes. You did.

HANNA
I did.

JODY
What are you going to do about it?

HANNA
I don’t know.

JODY
You don’t know.