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INT.UNKNOWN LOCATION. NIGHT

In an unknown location, CLEMENTINE sits alone, Shes tied to a
chair, both of her hands bound behind her. Her face is bloody
as though shes been through a beating. Then, INTERROGATOR
enters the room. Hes approaches her with slow steps,
intimidating and ruthless.
He then walks around her, observing.

INTERROGATOR
(mocking)
So, youre the tart that Ive been hearing
about.

INTERROGATOR stands in front of her. CLEMENTINE does not

respond. Instead, she stares at him, visibly frustrated.

INTERROGATOR
Not talking, eh? Not surprised. Here you are,
hopeless and ever-so weak.

CLEMENTINE shakes her head slowly, her eyes still set on him
with anger.
INTERROGATOR
See what happens when you fuck with the wrong
people?

INTERROGATOR punches CLEMENTINE. She turns her head, but looks

back up at him.
They stare at each other in silence. CLEMENTINE continues to
look up at him with a face full of anger

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INTERROGATOR
Why did you do it?
CLEMENTINE
(spiteful)
He was my brother.

EXT. STREET. LATE EVENING

CLEMENTINE and BUTCH are walking along the street, talking and
laughing.
CLEMETINE
Its so good to see you, Butch. Mums been
worrying about you something chronic.

BUTCH
Theres no need to worry about me. Im doing
fine. Ive just been doing some odd jobs, you
know. Im raking in the cash now.

CLEMENTINE
(curiously)
What kind of odd jobs?

BUTCH
You know Ive been dippin in the narcotics
business. Some of these guys dont know shit theyre so dumb.
CLEMENTINE
(worryingly)
Youre playing a dangerous game, Butch. Youre
gonna get yourself killed!

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BUTCH playfully nudges CLEMENTINEs shoulder, shaking his head

in disbelief.
BUTCH
(confidently)
Dont worry about me, sis! I got this.

BUTCH tugs her along and she follows reluctantly.

The pair of them walk towards the door of their house.
CLEMENTINE stops him before he unlocks the door.

CLEMENTINE
How long are you going to be messing with those
crack heads? The longer you stay with them, the
more like them youll become.

BUTCH
Im not stupid, Clem. You wont be seeing me
anywhere near those drugs unless theyre in a
sealed bag!

BUTCH unlocks the door and the he and CLEMENTINE step through.

INT. HOUSE. LATE EVENING

CLEMENTINE enters another room as BUTCH wanders to the
kitchen.

CLEMENTINE
(from the other room)
When are you moving, anyway?

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BUTCH
Sometime soon.

CLEMENTINE
(from the other room)
Can you grab me some lemonade while youre in
there?
BUTCH
(distracted)
Yeah sure.

BUTCH takes out a plastic bag and looks behind him,

worryingly. He checks inside and breathes a sigh of relief. He
leans back against the opposite counter for a moment before he
turns his body to the left with the intention of going to the
fridge.
Then, MURDERER emerges from in front of him and approaches
swiftly. He stabs BUTCH with the sword in an instant. All goes
silent. The MURDERER then runs from the house.
CLEMENTINE steps out from the living room.

CLEMENTINE
(concerned)
Butch? You okay in there?

CLEMENTINE enters the kitchen and screams.

END

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