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Revenge Draft 3
Revenge Draft 3
Revenge Draft 3
written by
Drew Taylor
FADE IN:
FADE TO:
HANNAH
It's romantic.
CUT TO:
ESMÉ
I don't think you should be alone
with him. He's done things- I mean,
people say things...
Hannah pauses. Her expression becomes uncomfortable for a
moment before she snaps out of it.
HANNAH
Relax-
A loud CAR HORN sounds from outside, startling the two.
HANNAH (CONT'D)
(jumping a little)
Fuck...
Hannah moves to the window and looks down to see the car.
HANNAH (CONT'D)
He's here.
3.
HANNAH
Alright then.
TOM backs out of the driveway.
DISSOLVE TO:
HANNAH
Thanks...
Tom cups Hannah's chin between his finger and thumb and leans
towards her.
HANNAH (CONT'D)
(backing away)
Hey, slow down a little.
TOM
(smirking)
Relax.
He leans in to kiss her. There is a strange NOISE outside the
car. Hannah pulls away from Tom abruptly.
HANNAH
Stop! What was that?
TOM
(still staring at her
lips)
What was what?
HANNAH
I heard something outside.
TOM
(leaning closer again)
Don't worry about it.
HANNAH
(pushing him away)
No, seriously. I think there's
someone out there.
Tom looks around, visibly annoyed.
TOM
I don't see anything.
HANNAH
Well, can you go out and check?
Please?
TOM
(rolling his eyes)
Are you serious? Fine, whatever.
He gets out of the car and looks around. He turns back to the
car.
6.
TOM (CONT'D)
(shrugging)
There's nothing.
HANNAH
(agitated)
Hang on.
She climbs into the driver's seat and turns the ENGINE on.
The HEADLIGHTS come on. Tom covers his eyes with his arm.
HANNAH (CONT'D)
(worried)
Does that help? Can you look again?
Tom turns around.
TOM
(exasperated)
Hannah, there's nothing here.
He hears the sound of the car suddenly moving. He turns
around to see Hannah driving towards him. He stumbles
backwards a little, but it's not enough.
TOM (CONT'D)
What the fu-
We hear the sound of a COLLISION.
CUT TO BLACK.
FADE TO:
HANNAH (CONT'D)
Soph?
Hannah sees her best friend, SOPHIE, sprawled on the floor.
She sits, leaning against the BED behind her, with her head
hung low.
SOPHIE
(looking up and mumbling)
Hannah?
HANNAH
(rushing towards her)
Shit. What the fuck happened?
Hannah kneels by her friend and pushes her hair out of her
face. SOPHIE's MASCARA has run down her cheeks; she can
barely hold her head up, let alone make eye contact with
Hannah. She just sobs.
Hannah holds SOPHIE tightly in her arms.
HANNAH (CONT'D)
(whispering)
It's okay... you're okay.
CUT TO:
Sophie walks in front of the car and looks down. She covers
her mouth in disgust.
SOPHIE
(nodding)
Oh yeah, he's dead.
Hannah moves over to look at the body.
HANNAH
Fuck.
SOPHIE
(turning away)
I think I'm gonna be sick.
She swallows and grimaces.
HANNAH
(turning away as well)
What do we do now? Do we move him?
SOPHIE
I don't know. Probably.
Hannah chuckles nervously to herself, pacing back and forth.
HANNAH
We actually did it. We fucking
killed him.
Sophie turns back to look at the body. She stares for a
moment, thinking.
SOPHIE
(nodding to herself)
We need to move him.
Hannah stops pacing.
HANNAH
Fuck, okay.
She stands next to Sophie and looks down at the body.
HANNAH (CONT'D)
No going back now.
CUT TO:
9.
SOPHIE
Are you sure?
Hannah smiles and nods. The sirens are deafening now.
HANNAH
Like I said, no going back.
The girls stand, hand in hand, in front of the car. RED and
BLUE LIGHTS flash across their faces as we hear some CARS
pulling into the car park. Sophie squeezes Hannah's hand
tightly and the two of them smile.
FADE OUT.