EXT. HOUSE - DAY
A single-story wooden house, somewhat shabby, backed by
dense woodland. It sits alone off a hill road. A pick-up
truck parked at the side. Sunset, and amid the trees,
dressed in red, a young girl drags something heavy deeper
into the woods.
SUPER: "March 31st"
INT. HOUSE / KITCHEN - NIGHT
At a dining-table stands PATRICK, 36, an outdoor kind of
guy, but dressed oddly smart. He puts a bottle of bourbon
into an overnight bag and zips it shut. The back door
rattles open and in comes APRIL, 8, short auburn hair,
red dress and cardigan, with red Converse sneakers.
Where the hell have you been, madam?
It's gotten dark, you know you sh--
--Are you going again?
Hey, come on, you know I am. Please
April, don't do this ever--
--I don't want you to go.
April sits on a chair opposite Patrick, elbows on the
table, props her chin on her palms and stares at him.
Look, I'm back before breakfast. You
know that. Weekend breakfast. I'll do
pancakes, or waffles. What you fancy?
Not a word from April. She slumps back, arms folded.
Candy's here. I bet you'll have fun
while I'm go--
--She's a dirty whore.
Hey, what did you say?
I want mum back.
Yeah, well ... so do I. But that don't
mean you use language like that. Okay?
Patrick takes his bag from the table and goes over to
April. He crouches beside her, puts his arm around her.
You hungry? Candy's gonna warm up your
supper. Promise me you'll eat it?
April just presses her lips tight together.
Alright, sweetheart. You be good for
April nods, the merest affirmation.
I love you.
He kisses her cheek, then hurries out.
CANDY, 16, a skinny girl with unflattering bleached hair,
sat one end of a couch. She nurses her cellphone in front
of the TV. Patrick rushes in, stops behind the couch and
puts a hand on Candy's shoulder. She looks up at him.
April's supper's on the stove. But if
she puts up a fight, don't push it.
Okay, Mister Rains.
Please, just Patrick.
Patrick heads to the front door, bag in hand.
I'll be back usual time. Nine latest,
Sure, that's cool.
Thanks Candy, you're an angel.
(putting on jacket)
Oh, I've put sodas in the ice box,
help yourself. Have a good night!
Patrick leaves. Candy stares at the closed front door,
bites her lip, and goes back to attending her phone.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
A stew with dumplings steams on the stove. Candy dishes
out a bowlful and puts it on the table in front of April
with a spoon. To Candy's surprise, April tucks into it.
You wanna soda with that?
No, some milk ... please.
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
Patrick's truck pulls in at a roadside dive bar.
EXT. DIVE BAR / PARKING LOT
An unremarkable a$$hole, BRETT, 22, exits the bar's
entrance. He strides across the parking lot, tapping at
his cellphone. He spits, pockets the phone, straddles an
ugly motorbike, and ROARS off into the night.
INT. LIVING-ROOM - NIGHT
Candy, on the couch in front of MTV, a can of soda in
hand. On the other side of the room, April, cushioned in
an old armchair, feet tucked up, reads "The Hobbit".
Candy's phone sounds a TEXT ALERT. She reads the message,
then throws the phone down on the couch, disgruntled.
C'mon April, it's way gone your
bedtime. You want I read you a story?
April shuts her book and holds it up.
It's okay, I'm good thanks.
April slides off the armchair and heads to the hallway.
Don't forget your teeth, April!
At the sink, April brushes her teeth, rinses and spits.
She bares her teeth, opens wide and snaps them shut.
EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT
Cheap rates on a lonely highway. Patrick's truck in front
of a ground-floor room. Through the window into the --
INT. MOTEL ROOM
-- hazy in a flattering half-light. The sound of SEX. On
a dresser, a mostly drunk bottle of bourbon. On the bed,
silhouetted by light through the bathroom's open doorway,
a twenty-something VENUS rides Patrick like a pro.
EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
At the back doorway, Candy tokes on a joint. The ROAR of
an approaching motorbike, and Candy hurries to put out
her smoke. At the front of the house a glaring headlamp,
and Brett brings his motorbike to an abrupt stop.
INT. APRIL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the soft light of a bedside lamp, April looks up from
Candy's face, in cold discomfort, jolts up and down on
the table. Brett breathes hard, finishes, and dismounts.
He buttons up his fly, then sits and lights a cigarette.
What's to drink, babe?
Candy slowly gets off the table and pulls up her jeans.
There's some sodas?
Brett looks scornful.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
A lone timber wolf stalks warily. Something man-made in
the undergrowth and the cautious beast turns away.
INT. LIVING-ROOM - NIGHT
From the mantelpiece, Brett takes a framed wedding photo
of Patrick and his wife, with April as a flower girl.
Seen this? His woman was pretty fine.
Looks like her daughter.
Brett, please don't ... not again.
Brett grabs Candy hard around the mouth.
But I have to, don't I? Now that you!
Are no!! Fvcking!!! Good!!!!
He shoves her back down on the couch. Brett puts his
phone in his trouser-back-pocket, takes off his jacket,
and slings it on the armchair. He heads into the hallway,
stops, and listens at one of the doors.
INT. APRIL'S BEDROOM
Darkness. April huddles right under the covers. Brett
enters, comes to the bed and looms over.
Hey, kid. I know you not sleeping.
C'mon ... it's playtime.
Brett pulls back the covers and finds pillows. From the
closet behind him, April silently steps out, still in her
day clothes. She swipes the cellphone from his back
pocket, and runs round to the far side of the bed. Brett
glowers at April as she waves his phone at him.
Bitch! I fvckin gonna kill ya!
Brett bolts over the bed. April jumps up on a pine chest
under the window and out through Little Mermaid curtains.
EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
Below her open bedroom window, April scrambles to her
feet, and sprints away. Brett yanks the curtains apart
and clambers outside. April dashes across the backyard
and straight into the woods, Brett not far behind.
April weaves between trees, speeding further into
darkness. Brett catches up fast. Into a partial clearing
at full pelt, April jumps over something, Brett almost
upon her and -- SNAP! Steel-trap jaws spring shut on his
leg. SHKRUNCH! Metal teeth bite down to the bone. Brett's
momentum pulls on the steel-trap, but its short chain
fixed to the ground stops him dead in his tracks. April
stops and turns to see Brett paralyzed. His eyes roll. He
passes out and falls to the ground on his back. April
stands over him, and gives his head an inquisitive kick.
EXT. HOUSE / FRONT STEPS
From under the steps, April pulls out a 3-foot long metal
rod, the shut-off wrench for the main water valve.
EXT. BACKYARD / OUTHOUSE
April wedges one end of the long-handle wrench through
the catch of a large padlock securing the door. With both
hands she hangs from the other end. She raises her feet
off the ground and, with a bounce, the entire door latch
breaks away from the door frame in splinters.
INT. OUTHOUSE - NIGHT
April takes a bradle from a tool rack, and tests it with
a stabbing motion. She puts the bradle in her cardigan
pocket, and looks up at two shotguns mounted on the wall.
INT. HOUSE / LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Candy, eyes closed, lies on the couch. KNOCK! KNOCK! Two
loud raps, heavy on wood. Candy's eyes flash open.
Candy approaches the back door, puzzled.
Brett? That you?
KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! She's startled. Candy opens the door to
find April clutching a shotgun in both hands, the butt
against her chest. BOOOM!!! They both fly backwards.
Candy hits the floor, her torso blasted with gun shot.
EXT. HOUSE / BACKYARD - NIGHT
April lies caught in a mulberry bush, clearly winded. She
struggles out of the foliage, onto her feet, and heads to
the side of the house, leaving the shotgun where it fell.
EXT. HOUSE / FRONT DRIVEWAY
April pushes the side of Brett's motorbike. It tips over
onto the ground. She jams the point of the bradle into
the tread of the rear tire, puts all her weight on it
and -- PTSSHHH! -- the punctured tire deflates.
INT. HOUSE / KITCHEN - NIGHT
April stands by Candy's corpse and taps on Brett's phone.
Another phone rings nearby and goes to answerphone. Again
she taps on Brett's phone, then puts it in her cardigan
pocket and waits. Candy's phone sounds a TEXT ALERT.
April picks up Candy's phone off the couch.
INSERT SCREEN: "BRETT: let me in bich i fukin gona kil u"
April drops Candy's phone on the bloody floor.
INT. LIVING ROOM
April takes Brett's jacket from the chair. With a remote
control, she mutes the TV, then heads down the hallway.
INT. APRIL'S BEDROOM
April puts Brett's jacket and phone inside the pine
chest. From her bed, she takes the quilt and a pillow
into the closet. She shuts the door behind her, wraps
herself up on the floor, and falls sound asleep.
INT. PINE CHEST
In pitch black, beside a Barbie and a My Little Pony,
Brett's cellphone screen flashes a "BATTERY LOW" warning.
The screen's light fades out, losing power altogether.
EXT. BACKYARD - DAY
Cold sunrise. A wood thrush smashes a snail on a stone.
INT. APRIL'S BEDROOM - DAY
Sunlight shines into the closet through its slatted
doors, and April wakes. She takes Brett's jacket and
phone from the pine chest and climbs out the window.
SUPER: "April 1st"
EXT. HOUSE / BACKYARD - DAY
April, carrying Brett's jacket, picks up the shotgun from
beside the mulberry bush. The outhouse door hangs ajar.
April nips inside, and returns the bradle to the tool
rack, then marches off to the woods.
April stands over Brett, his leg a bloody mess in the
steel trap. The shotgun, propped against a nearby tree.
Brett stirs, then rouses. Eyes half-open and groggy, he
slowly manages to sit up, and retches.
You must be cold. Put this on.
April holds Brett's jacket open around his shoulders and
he wriggles his arms into the sleeves.
Here, you can have this back now.
April hands Brett his phone. He fumbles with its keypad.
It's ... dead.
Behind Brett, with both hands, April holds aloft a rock.
(mock mall rat)
Yeah, I know. Like, totally dead.
April dashes the rock on Brett's head with a dull CRUNCH
and he falls back down. A spatter of blood soaks into
April's cardigan, almost vanishing, red into red.
April positions the rock on the ground against the crown
of Brett's head and kicks it into place. Blood runs over
gray flint. She lays the shotgun next to the dumb corpse.
April looks up. The lone timber wolf watches nearby.
April meets its intense stare. She gives it a friendly
little wave, then bares her teeth, opens wide and snaps
April turns away and heads out of the woods.