PILOT

Written by

Gabrielle de Boucaud

2157 Vine st. Apt 6 Los Angeles, CA 90068

(858) 353-0222
INT. 2007 RED CORVETTE - NIGHT

BEN (25) a beefy and hairy but handsome man, and LIZZY (18) a
petite beauty wearing a yellow sunflower dress and sky blue
eyeliner sit in Ben’s corvette. It’s parked and in front of
them lays the vast expanse of The Valley. On this clear night
they can see from Sherman Oaks to Northridge. Ben finishes
his beer and chucks it nonchalantly into the backseat. Lizzy
turns to look at him and smiles nervously.

LIZZY
This is really pretty Ben! Did you
come here in high school too?

BEN
Yeah pretty much.

LIZZY
How was your high school? You
must’ve had fun.

BEN
Nah, it sucked.

Ben lights a cigarette.

BEN (CONT’D)
You look really hot.

Lizzy smiles.

LIZZY
Thanks, so do you!

Ben pulls his cigarette out of his mouth, drops it out the
window, and leans all the way over from his seat to Lizzy’s
and kisses her roughly, jamming his tongue into her mouth.
Lizzy’s head is pressed against the head rest, jamming her
ponytail into her skull.

Lizzy pushes him off.

LIZZY (CONT’D)
We came here to talk I thought.

Ben gives her a cheesy smile.

BEN
Can’t we do both?

Lizzy crosses her arms.

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LIZZY
You literally never listen to me.
You know we need to talk and you
avoid it on purpose.

BEN
Sheesh woman, okay. What do you
want to talk about?

Lizzy takes a deep breath.

LIZZY
You never talk to me about anything
important. I don’t know a single
personal thing that goes on in your
head. You didn’t even tell me when
you got a parking ticket last week
because it was “none of my
business”. Well that’s bullshit
Ben. We’re dating then your
business is my business. I can’t
believe you’re older than me and I
have to tell you that, like hello!

BEN
I tell you shit all day long!

LIZZY
Yep. About what fuckin weed you
like and dumb jokes you hear from
your friends. I probably know 50
different strains of weed by now
and I didn’t even smoke before I
met you. You have literally no
capacity to open up and I don’t
even know who you are.

BEN
I don’t know what you want me to
tell you.

LIZZY
Your thoughts! Your beliefs! Your
goals in life! Anything so I can
actually know real things about
you. We’ve been dating 4 months and
I haven’t learned jack shit since
the 1st week.

BEN
Okay stop. I have a right to my own
business. Just because you’re my
girlfriend doesn’t mean you get to
know everything about me.
(MORE)
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BEN (CONT'D)
I listen to your mushy emotional
shit all day long and after that
I’m over it! I don’t wanna talk
about that anymore.

LIZZY
Right. You just want to play 2k and
forget I exist.

BEN
Stop being so dramatic. I am who I
am.

LIZZY
Wow. Well i’m fucking sick of
trying.

Lizzy grabs her purple velvet mini backpack and swings the
car door open. She gets out and walks quickly back down
towards the road.

EXT. VIEWPOINT OFF MULLHOLLAND - NIGHT

Ben’s door swings open and he heaves himself out of the car,
he goes after Lizzy and stubs his toe on a rock.

BEN
Ah fuck!

Lizzy turns around.

BEN (CONT’D)
Lizzy! Come on! Don’t leave me!

Lizzy grinds her teeth and looks at him. She walks back to
the car. They stand by the drivers door.

LIZZY
What do you want?

Ben arranges his face into a bad attempt at a movie star

smolder.

BEN
I want you baby. I love you. Okay?

Lizzy starts to smile and then Ben suddenly lunges at her,

presses her against the car and begins kissing her. They make
out for a bit and then Ben starts pulling up her dress.

Lizzy pulls it back down and continues kissing him.

Ben pulls it back up and then pulls her underwear down.

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LIZZY
Ben! Not here!

BEN
Why not baby? There’s no one
around.

Ben kisses her neck while Lizzy looks around panicked and
unsure what to do.

LIZZY
Ben I haven’t done it yet. I don’t
want to do it here!

BEN
Just relax. Everything’s gonna be
great.

Ben pulls her hair and continues kissing her while he

unbuttons his pants with his other hand.

He pulls down his boxers and Lizzy looks down.

LIZZY
Ben I said no! Stop it!

They struggle for a second and then Lizzy knees him right in
the balls. He buckles over.

BEN
You fucking crazy bitch! OW! Fuck!
Why do you make everything so
hard??

Ben opens his drivers side door and tries to get in. Lizzy
blocks him from entering.

LIZZY
You can’t leave!

BEN
I can do what I want!

LIZZY
Fuck you Ben! You know I’m a
virgin; we talked about this! I
told you already!

Lizzy’s voice is choked up and desperate.

BEN
Get over yourself Lizzy, no one’s
fucked you because you’re so much
fucking work.
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LIZZY
I’m so much fucking work?! You’re a
man-child who can’t hold a job in
your 5th year of college. You’re
lucky I ever even sucked your dick.
My friends were right, you’re a
piece of fuckin trash that only
drags me down into your shit hole
life!

Ben shoves her against the car.

BEN
Fuck off!

Lizzy sticks up her middle finger in his face and waves it

around. He shoves it away and then grabs her and shakes her.
He shoves her against the door and this time her head cracks
against the door frame.

Lizzy crumples down into the drivers seat, blood seeping from
the back of her head onto his cheap vinyl seat covers.

Ben notices the blood and shakes her.

BEN (CONT’D)
Lizzy?? Oh fuck.

Ben lets go of her and backs up away from his car. He shakes
his head.

BEN (CONT’D)
No. No! I didn’t mean to. Oh fuck.
I’m fucking dead. Oh fuck.

TITLE SEQUENCE

INT. TECH OFFICE BREAK ROOM - DAY

KIRRA (22) sits at the lunch table and bites a green apple. A
facebook notification comes up from her friend Nina. It’s a
link to a video about a celebrity answering questions while
playing with puppies. She smirks and clicks on the link and
smiles.

A few seconds later her phone starts ringing. It’s her

father, TOM (65).

She is shocked, and then answers.

KIRRA
Dad?
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TOM (O.S.)
Kirra??

KIRRA
Hi Dad. Is something wrong??

There’s silence on Tom’s side of the phone for a beat.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
Dad?

A deep breath and a wail comes out of the phone’s tinny

speaker. Kirra grips the phone and walks out of the break
room into the courtyard.

EXT. OFFICE COURTYARD - DAY

Kirra stands concerned, pulling her car keys out of her back
pocket.

TOM (O.S.)
I am so sorry. I don’t know what to
say.

KIRRA
What happened Dad?

TOM (O.S.)
Lizzy, she got really hurt last
night. She- well she passed. I’m so
sorry.

The world spins around Kirra. Her legs buckle and she lands
ass first on the sidewalk.

KIRRA
What do you mean!? There’s no
possible way. I can’t-

Kirra trails off as sobs fill her body.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
What do you mean!?

TOM (O.S.)
I am so sorry baby. I-

Tom’s voice fades away as the sound of Kirra’s heart beating

loud, faster and faster takes over.
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TOM (CONT’D)
...some kind of altercation with a
boyfriend they say. He says she
fell though.

KIRRA
Boyfriend?

TOM (O.S.)
Yes. He’s torn up about it, says
she fell while they were on a date
night.

Kirra grits her teeth. Her vision goes red.

KIRRA
There’s no way she fucking fell.

There’s silence on the line.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
Who the fuck is her boyfriend?

EXT. OFFICE PARKING LOT - DAY

Kirra squeals out of the parking lot in her ‘85 Mercedes

c280, it’s custom purple paint from it’s previous owner is so
sun bleached that it almost looks grey. She cuts two people
off and zooms onto the freeway entrance.

INT. DORM HALLWAY - DAY

Kirra bangs on door #203 until the door swings open. TAYLOR
(18) a pretty Japanese-American girl, pulls the door open.
She wears a huge hoodie and her eyes are rimmed in red. When
she sees who is standing in front of her she starts sobbing.

Kirra’s icy anger melts off her face and she takes Taylor
into her arms.

TAYLOR
I’m so sorry Kirra!!

Kirra hugs her and closes her eyes.

KIRRA
It’s not your fault.

Taylor pulls away and wipes her nose on her sleeve.

TAYLOR
Come in, please.
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INT. LIZZY’S DORM - DAY

Taylor and Kirra sit on Taylor’s small green couch. Taylor

sniffles and toys with her rings.

TAYLOR
I- I wish I had just forced her to
stay away from him. She never told
me much but I knew enough to know
he’s bad news I just-

KIRRA
It’s okay Tay, you’re not her
mother, this is not your fault.

Taylor presses her lips together and holds back another sob.

TAYLOR
I just could’ve kept her from going
out last night, I didn’t even try!
I know he’s been being a shitty
boyfriend lately and I didn’t even
think about...

Kirra shakes her head.

KIRRA
Taylor listen to me. You did
nothing wrong. How could you know
something bad would happen?

TAYLOR
I just-

KIRRA
You can help me though.

TAYLOR
Yes, of course, anything.

KIRRA
Tell me everything you know about
this boy she was with.

TAYLOR
Sure. Okay. Um, his name is Ben I’m
pretty sure.

KIRRA
Okay great. Do you know where he
lives?

TAYLOR
Mmmmm.. No I don’t but-
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Taylor thinks for a moment, furrowing her brow.

KIRRA
What?

TAYLOR
I think I know what frat he’s in.

INT. BKA FRAT HOUSE - DAY

Kirra’s Mercedes squeals up to the driveway of a large white

house donned with giant navy letters claiming it is the home
of the BKA’s. She runs up and enters through the open front
door.

Kirra passes a large staircase on her right and turns left

and finds the kitchen.

5 or so frat boys stand in the kitchen preparing and sampling

red and green jello shots. They all wear Harry Potter
costumes, ranging in their amounts of effort.

KIRRA
Hey.

2 of the frat boys look up. One has a red zig zag drawn on
his forehead, TYLER and the other, CHRIS, has paper glasses
taped on.

TYLER
Yo! Did Jenn send you?

Kirra looks around for a second.

KIRRA
Yeah. Yes, Jenn told me to come
here, I’m looking for-

TYLER
Sick. Okay so it turned out that
Blake’s mom doesn’t actually have a
projector.

FRAT BOY
Yo, fuck Blake’s mom!

TYLER
Yeah, so tell the girls we’re
sorry, but no movie time after the
party.
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KIRRA
Actually, Jenn told me that Ben has
a projector!

CHRIS
Who the fuck is BEN?!

KIRRA
One of your brothers...

CHRIS
Oh Ben Jammin??

TYLER
Fucking duh, Chris.

CHRIS
I thought Jammin was his last name.

KIRRA
Benjamin. Can one of you tell me
where he lives?

INT. KIRRA’S CAR - DAY

Kirra blasts a bouncy intense rap and drives angrily up a

winding road. Her eyes are intense and focused.

EXT. BEN’S HOUSE - DAY

A blue house with peeling paint, halloween decorations out,

as well as mismatched lawn furniture on top of yellow grass,
lays in front of Kirra.

INT. BEN’S FRONT ROOM - DAY

Kirra pushes the door open. She looks around. She grabs a
vodka bottle off of a windowsill covered in colored liquid
filled handles and smashes it against the wall.

Purple liquid goes everywhere. The bottle now has a jagged

sharp edge.

Kirra pushes her dark bangs off her forehead.

She stalks forward.

INT. BEN’S LIVING ROOM - DAY

Kirra walks around the large quiet house.

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KIRRA
Ben?

Kirra walks down a hallway, her boots squeaking on the wood

floor.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
BEN?!

A door down the hallway yawns open.

A meaty guy with hair like Thor on a bad day, and eye bags
darker than a crack addict, stands in the doorway, Ben. He
looks much worse for wear. Despite his large stature, he
looks meek. His shoulders turn inwards and his eyes are half
open.

He opens his mouth and a billowing cloud of vape shoots up

into the popcorn ceiling.

BEN
Wha?

KIRRA
You’re Ben right?

Ben doesn’t even notice the bottle in her hand. His eyes
drift to the front door.

BEN
Ya know, this isn’t the best time.
My Postmate is about to be here.

Kirra steps forward and Ben notices the jagged bottle in her
hand.

His eyes open all the way and he backs up.

BEN (CONT’D)
Who the fuck are you?

KIRRA
I’m Elizabeth’s sister.

BEN.
Fuck. Listen, I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean-I- she fell. I mean it wasn’t
my fault. I’ve already given my
police statement and everything.

Kirra walks closer and brandishes the bottle out in front of

her.
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Ben’s eyes water and he holds his hands up as he backs up

more into his room.

BEN
What the fuck! Get out of here!

Kirra keeps moving closer. Ben falls backward onto his bed.
Kirra climbs on top of him so she is straddling him. She
bends down so her lips are nearly against his ear.

KIRRA
(whispering)
My sister grew up doing ballet, did
you know that?

Ben’s face is forming drops of sweat.

BEN
N-no. Get off me!

Ben struggles but Kirra holds the bottle up to his neck,

drawing a drop of blood.

Ben makes a strangled noise, trying to scream but too scared.

KIRRA
Don’t make a fucking sound, you
fuck.

Ben nods slightly as sweat drips down his face, mixing with
the blood on his neck. His bloodshot eyes dart around, trying
to make sense of what is happening.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
As I was saying, my sister was a
ballerina, an extremely talented
one too. She was precise, extremely
dedicated and enviably flexible,
though I’m sure you know that.

Ben struggles and makes a yelp. Some of his saliva lands in

Kirra’s eye. She wipes it off hastily and continues.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
I’ve never seen her “trip” in her
life. She didn’t fall backwards
into your car, you pushed her.

Some hair falls into her face and she wipes it off, spreading
some of Ben’s blood across her temple and down her cheek.

Ben sees the blood and his eyes widen. The doorbell rings.
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He pushes her off, she sticks her leg out. He trips and
smashes onto the floor. She jumps on top of him and then
pulls him up in a headlock and presses the bottle against his
neck again.

BEN
Help! Help! You can’t prove it, you
psycho bitch! She fell! If you hurt
me you’ll just get fucked too!

Kirra laughs.

KIRRA
I’m not going to hurt you. I’m
going to fucking kill you.

Kirra slices his throat with the bottle and releases him, his
head slams down onto the cheap linoleum floor. Ben lies
lifeless on his light blue tiled floor, blood puddles out
around him.

INT. BEN’S LIVING ROOM - DAY

Kirra walks out, blood smeared on her face and glass shards
in her hand, but with the first happy look on her face since
she heard the news.

She opens the front door and takes the food from the
Postmate, avoiding his bewildered gaze.

INT. KIRRA’S HOLLYWOOD APT BATHROOM - AFTERNOON

Kirra’s bathroom is a master, although not large, and has two

coral pink colored sinks and matching tiling in the shower.

Kirra enters holding some vodka and tweezers.

She tweezes some shards of glass out of her hand, grimacing.

She pours vodka on her hand, wincing.

After it’s clean, she rinses off her hand, dries it, and then
looks in the mirror at her bloody disheveled face.

KIRRA
Fuck.
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INT. KIRRA'S SHOWER - AFTERNOON

Kirra jumps into the shower. She runs her face under the
shower and wipes the blood off her temple, then presses her
hand against the tile to steady herself, leaving a bloody
handprint.

Once she takes her hand off, she notices it and turns the
shower head to rinse it off.

INT. KIRRA’S ROOM - EVENING

Kirra sits in an ice blue faux-silk robe with wet hair

dripping down her shoulders. In her dark room, the only light
comes from her desktop that she is leaned over.

She ignores a call from “Alex”.

She scrolls through her sister’s instagram page, lightly

sobbing.

She lets out a huge sigh and gets up, plodding her way
towards the door.

EXT. KIRRA’S BALCONY - EVENING

On Kirra’s balcony there is a metal table with an ashtray, a

matching metal chair and some dying plants.

Kirra enters carrying a bottle of wine; She holds a joint and

a lighter in her other hand.

She sits down and lights the joint, puffing on it, then
closing her eyes and inhaling deeply once it’s lit.

She adjusts herself to a more reclined position and her eyes

focus on nothing as she is pulled into a reverie:

INT. KIRRA’S CHILDHOOD ROOM - EVENING

A young Kirra (17) is in her dark cluttered room. She scrolls

through tumblr while eating Oreos.

She poses in the mirror, trying to part her hair different

ways.

She hears some noise coming from downstairs, her sister and
her friends just got home. She hears them coming up the
stairs. They’re laughing loud and only getting louder.
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She rolls her eyes and puts headphones on. On her computer
she checks her texts and sees that a guy named Chad hasn’t
responded about “hanging on Saturday.” His previous text to
her is asking if she wants a gram or an eighth.

She sighs angrily and starts playing a TV show on her laptop.

From her sister’s room, she hears some loud party music start
playing.

She growls angrily and throws her headphones off, she

accidentally rips out an earring and winces, picking it off
the bed and slamming it onto her bedside table.

Kirra throws her door open and stomps over to Lizzy’s room.
She bangs on the door.

KIRRA
Elizabeth!!

A young Lizzy (15) opens the door and Kirra sees 3 guys and 2
other girls sitting around the room with wide eyes. They hold
the alcohol bottles in their hands awkwardly. They have
curled hair, suits and sparkly dresses on.

Kirra scoffs at them jealously. No one says anything for a

moment.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
I need my dress back.

Lizzy looks around shocked.

LIZZY
But you told me I could borrow it!

KIRRA
I don’t care. I need it.

LIZZY
For what?

KIRRA
Doesn’t matter. It’s mine. Take it
off.

LIZZY
No Kirra, why are you coming in
here all pissy for no reason?
You’re being kind of a bitch.

Lizzy’s friends giggle nervously. Kirra grinds her teeth.

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KIRRA
It’s my fucking dress. Take it off
right now!

LIZZY
No! I’m allowed to wear it! You
already told me I could!

The BOY sitting next to Lizzy looks at Kirra.

BOY 1
Why don’t you leave Lizzy alone and
get a life.

Kirra turns red and tears prick her eyes. She looks at Lizzy.

KIRRA
I fucking hate you.

Kirra slams the door shut. Lizzy looks at the door in shock.
Her mouth quivers.

GIRL 1
What a crazy bitch Lizzy, tell your
sister to take a chill pill.

Lizzy turns to her.

LIZZY
Katy, if you talk shit about my
sister again I’ll through you out
of my fucking house.

Awkward silence ensues. Lizzy wipes her eyes and smears her
makeup up her cheek.

LIZZY (CONT’D)
Anyway...

Lizzy takes a big swig of the cheap tequila in her hand.

LIZZY (CONT’D)
Who’s driving? Because I’m not.

INT. KIRRA’S CHILDHOOD ROOM

Young Kirra paces angrily, holding her hands in tight fists

and stomping. She turns on loud rap music and punches her bed
quickly and repeatedly for 20 seconds crying out angrily and
then collapses onto the floor. She slams the floor with her
wrists and continues crying for a few more seconds until she
tires out, laying on the floor breathing hard.
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She turns her head to look at her blotchy, mascara stained

face in her sliding mirror closet doors. Her eyes are empty
of emotion.

In a ‘dollhouse’ shot we see that while Kirra lays on the

floor in a pool of self hatred, Lizzy stands outside her
door, wearing a different dress.

Lizzy sets Kirra’s dress down on the floor by the door and
almost knocks, but then decides against it, and follows the
rest of her friends down the stairs.

EXT. KIRRA'S BALCONY - EVENING

Kirra takes another long drag of her joint, now she is

standing, looking over the edge of her balcony onto the
street.

She blows Os and then waves sarcastically to a woman on the

street below, DONNA (43), walking two shivering chihuahuas.
One of them poops by a dumpster.

Donna calls up.

DONNA
I smell your weed every goddamn
day, neighbor! Fucking stinks!

With her joint, Kirra gestures to the woman’s small dog, just
finishing up a poop nearly the size of itself.

KIRRA
I smell your shit every goddamn
day! Now that fucking stinks!

Donna shakes her head condescendingly.

DONNA
Get a life!

Kirra just smiles and mimes putting on lipstick with her

middle finger. She goes back to her chair to ash her joint.

She re-lights it with shaky fingers and blows the smoke out
of the side of her forlorn mouth. Any amusement she had in
her face has left, and she melts into another reverie:
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INT. LIZZY'S CHILDHOOD ROOM

Young Lizzy and Young Kirra sit in Lizzy’s bed with a movie
playing on Lizzy’s sticker covered laptop, but they aren’t
paying attention. Lizzy has a bunch of pretty plants and
purple lights that give off a soft glow. Lizzy sits criss
cross and Kirra lays back with her head in Lizzy’s lap.

A lamp from Lizzy’s bed side table points into Kirra’s face
as Lizzy plucks her eyebrows for her.

KIRRA
You have to think of them less like
they’re powerful Lizzy. They’re
just little boys who started
puberty, saw their dicks go from 1
inch to 3 inches and think they’re
hot shit.

LIZZY
Oh come on. They aren’t all like
that. Robert’s really nice and I
want to get to know him.

Lizzy yanks a hair out.

KIRRA
Ow Lizzy! Shit! That hurt!

LIZZY
I know. Let me do my job.

Kirra sighs.

KIRRA
Anyway, you don’t realize your
power. If I was you I would be
getting it every fuckin day of the
week!

Kirra pretends to hump the air.

LIZZY
Kirra! Hold still, I almost poked
your eye out.

KIRRA
You’re golden Lizzy, you have a
power over people that you don’t
even know how to use yet, but it’s
beautiful.

Lizzy rolls her eyes.

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LIZZY
Yeah totally. Then why won’t the
one guy I actually like talk to me?

KIRRA
If he won’t come up to you, you
gotta go up to him!

Lizzy scoffs and smiles, shaking her head.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
You gotta go up and say:
(sing songy)
Robert! You make me feel alive! You-
you bring tears to my eyes! OH
ROBERT!

Lizzy laughs.

LIZZY
Oh my god! Shut up!

Kirra continues.

KIRRA
RobERT! Your face is so divine!
It’s like a fine wine! Won’t you be
mine!

LIZZY
Woah. Low-key you just hit some
bars!

Kirra laughs.

KIRRA
I know!!

LIZZY
Keep going!

KIRRA
Nah, it’s passed now. Keep
plucking.

Lizzy laughs and shakes her head and plucks again.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
Ow! Fuck!
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EXT. KIRRA'S BALCONY - NIGHT

Kirra is smiling with tears running down her cheeks. She is

pulled out of her memories by the shrill ring of her phone.

Her face drops and she reaches for her phone. She turns it
over to face her and stares at it blankly. The screen says
“Alex”.

Kirra grits her teeth and then slams her phone down. She
picks it up and keeps slamming it into the table until the
screen is totally shattered.

INT. KIRRA'S ROOM - MORNING

Kirra lays in bed with her eyes barely open. She hasn’t
slept. Her chubby grey kitty, GERONIMO, plops onto her pillow
and lands halfway on her face.

She jolts up and picks him up. He meows loudly and chews her
hands.

KIRRA
Oh shit.

Kirra lugs him up into her arms and walks out.

INT. KIRRA’S LAUNDRY ROOM

Kirra enters her tiny laundry room and pulls on the fan
light. An empty food and water bowl sit by her dryer. A pile
of clothes lies on the washer.

Kirra dumps kitty food into the bowl until it is over filled
and then fills up the water in the sink.

She puts Geronimo down next to the food.

KIRRA
Sorry Geronimo, eat up.

INT. KIRRA’S KITCHEN

Kirra pulls open the kitchen and grabs some pad Thai
leftovers. She throws them in the microwave and sits at the
table.

Time passes, in a shot circling around Kirra we see that she

sits there for over an hour. The light changes as the day
passes, but Kirra does not move. She is trapped in a daze.
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She falls asleep and her head falls forward, banging onto the
table in front of her.

She gasps, shocked out of her daze.

She grabs the pad Thai out of the microwave and throws it in
the trash.

INT. KIRRA’S LIVING ROOM

In Kirra’s small eclectic living room hangs a red punching

bag. She walks up to it and punches it, hard.

She takes a step back and takes a deep breath.

She lunges forward and goes into hyper drive, punching and
kicking. Her deadly moves are graceful, delivering strong
hard hits over and over, faster and faster.

With sweat rolling down her face, she pauses and lets out a
scream of rage.

She falls down to the floor and curls up, letting out all her
emotion in her scream-cries.

INT. KIRRA'S BATHROOM

Kirra walks into her bathroom, face puffy and red. She turns
on the shower. She sits on the toilet and pees, examining her
bloody knuckles.

There is a knock on the door.

Kirra looks up, not shocked, but not prepared either.

She flushes the toilet and then washes her hands, looking at
herself in the mirror.

Another knock comes from the door. The doorbell rings.

KIRRA
I’m coming!

INT. KIRRA’S FRONT DOOR

DETECTIVE SCHRODER (34), a handsome black man who’s

sensitivity is one of his weaknesses as well as one of his
strengths, stands in her doorway with an unreadable
expression. He takes in her sweaty red appearance.
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DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Kirra, you need to come with me
right now.

KIRRA
I figured. Let me grab a jacket.

Kirra begins to turn around and then turns back.

KIRRA (CONT’D)
You do know that-

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Yes. Hurry up, this is not a joke.

INT. POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
You obviously know what you did
Kirra.

KIRRA
(sarcastic)
No. What did I do?

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Can we just have a mature
conversation about this? I know
these past few days have been
terrible for you. I’m so sorry.

KIRRA
Fuck you Mike. You don’t know what
it’s like.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Losing a sister? Yes I do.

Kirra swallows her words.

KIRRA
I wasn’t thinking about my Mom, I’m
sorry. I just don’t know why you
want to have a conversation, you
saw what I did.

Detective Schroder fumes.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Yes I saw. Are you fucking stupid?
You didn’t even try to be subtle.
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KIRRA
If you can’t tell, I don’t give a
fuck.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Well I do. You’re young Kirra,
you’re impulsive, reckless and
deadly. But you are also extremely
loyal, loving, and you take care of
people.

Kirra doesn’t react.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER (CONT’D)

I want to make a deal with you.

KIRRA
What kind of deal? I’m already
fucked.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Not necessarily.

Kirra eyes her uncle.

KIRRA
No. Fucking. Way. You want to force
me to work for you while you cover
up my little “indiscretion”.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
No. I’m going to put my life and
career on the line to give you a
second chance.

KIRRA
No. Why would you do that?

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Because we need you on this team
Kirra. We’ve needed you for years.
Joining will turn your life around
and give you some purpose.

KIRRA
I’m fine.

Detective Schroder’s eyes shift from empathetic to angry.

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DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Listen to me. If you think that
losing my sister and my niece
within 5 years of each other
doesn’t actually tear me apart
inside then fine, leave and don’t
come back. You’re on your own. But
for god’s fucking sake, do
something with your talent. I spend
every day pouring my menial life
into this job and it keeps me
alive. I have so many reasons not
to keep living but I choose to give
myself a reason to live; helping
others get justice. You’re just
wasting your life away Kirra and
you could be helping people. You
can do for others what you couldn’t
do for your sister.

Kirra’s eyes tear up and she looks away.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER (CONT’D)

Frankly, that Ben character
deserved it. He probably would’ve
been found guilty and thrown in
jail getting beat up and ass fucked
every night. You gave him the easy
way out.

Kirra scoffs.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER (CONT’D)

If you agree, just for 3 years, I
will work with my team to cover up
your little outburst. You’re lucky
that Ben doesn’t seem to have had
any family come forward.
(pause)
I don’t understand what Lizzy was
doing with him.

Detective Schroder pauses and swallows.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER (CONT’D)

(choked up)
This would give you a chance to
keep things like what happened to
your sister, from happening to
anyone else.
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KIRRA
You think people won’t figure out
that my uncle gave me a get away
free card for murdering someone
because the fucker killed my
sister?

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
I’ll deal with it. No one knows
anything yet.

Kirra sighs.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER (CONT’D)

Just think about it.

INT. BUDGET GROCERY STORE - DAY

Kirra pushes her cart and stops in front of some tuna cans.
She tries to decide between an almost identical blue can and
a green can. She puts them both down.

INT. CHECK OUT LINE - DAY

Kirra stands blank faced watching the cashier ring up her

groceries. She itches her chest at the collar of her shirt,
her eyes glaze over a bit. Everything blurs.

GROCER
Miss? Hello?

Kirra inhales. She focuses her eyes on the grocer.

KIRRA
I’m sorry. What?

The grocer’s eyes flicker down to her hand on her chest. She
pulls her hand away and sees little flecks of blood under her
nails. She wipes it away on her dark jeans.

The grocer pretends not to notice.

GROCER
Just insert your card, please.

Kirra pulls her card out of the back of her phone and puts it
into the machine. She looks up at the check out line past
hers and sees a LITTLE BOY (8) sitting in the cart while his
mother checks out. He smiles at her.

The beeping of the machine startles her and she pulls out her
card, grabs her bags and walks towards the door.
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GROCER (CONT’D)
Thanks.

EXT. OUTSIDE GROCERY STORE - DAY

Kirra walks towards her car, she pulls out her phone. The
mother with the little boy wheel past her. She looks up and
sees the little boy munching on a bag of chips.

Kirra opens her trunk to load in her groceries while the

mother and son do the same, a few cars down.

Kirra glances over and smiles at the little boy. He smiles

back.

She sticks out her tongue and makes a silly face. He giggles.

The mother glances over and Kirra looks back down to her
groceries.

LITTLE BOY
Hey!

The little boy holds a bag of groceries and waves over at

Kirra. He does the silly face back at her. She smiles and he
trips over his own feet.

He lands on the bag of groceries, smashing a wine bottle,

some glass sauces, and dried fusilli pasta. He lays in the
mess in shock.

MOTHER OF LITTLE BOY

Lucas?!

She comes around the side of the car and sees him.

MOTHER OF LITTLE BOY (CONT’D)

Are you kidding me?

His mother yanks him to his feet, he jolts up with a

surprised look on his face.

His mother smacks him across his face. She swings open the
car door and puts him in his seat aggressively.

She points her finger in his face.

MOTHER OF LITTLE BOY (CONT’D)

You just ruined dinner for your
sisters.

Alex’s eyes overflow and he cries. His mother slams the door.
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Kirra looks at him, he looks back at her through the window,

the side of his face with a rashy red cheek exposed.

INT. LAUNDROMAT - EVENING

Kirra throws her laundry from the dryer into a large duffel
bag. A few people take care of their laundry in the
background.

Kirra leans down to take more laundry out and comes back up.
A dingey MAN (43) stands in front of her.

MAN
That’s a lot of laundry to do!

KIRRA
Mhm.

MAN
Need any help?

KIRRA
No thanks.

MAN
Alright, not being a bother. I just
see a young beautiful woman like
you and I want to help her.

KIRRA
I don’t need help.

MAN
Sure you do!

Kirra finishes unloading the machine into her bag. She slams
it shut, and walks past the man.

MAN (CONT’D)
Oh, come on now!

Kirra pushes out the front door. The man follows her.

MAN (CONT’D)
Wait up! Can’t a guy have a normal
conversation anymore!

He catches up to her and touches her arm. Kirra swings around

and pulls a small blade out of her pocket that she points at
him.

MAN (CONT’D)
Woah!
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KIRRA
Fuck. off.

MAN
Damn! Chill out!

The man backs away and quickly walks towards a street corner.

MAN (CONT’D)
Fucking crazy bitch!

Once her turns the corner, Kirra relaxes and she quickly
heads up the street.

INT. KIRRA’S BATHROOM - DAY

Kirra sits cross legged on her jack and jill counter in a tee
shirt and underwear. She smokes a joint.

Around her on her counter is a bunch of makeup, brushes and

toiletries.

Kirra grabs her phone from over the sink and dials a number,
she puts her phone on speaker mode and sets it down next to
her.

As the phone rings she dots concealer on her face. Her joint
smokes in an ashtray next to her.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER (O.S.)

Kirra?

KIRRA
Hi.

Kirra blends in her concealer with her fingers. The detective

is quiet for a moment.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
How are you?

KIRRA
I’m good.

Kirra swipes on dark mascara.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
What did you want to talk about?

KIRRA
I-
(pause)
I’ve decided what I want to do.
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DETECTIVE SCHRODER
You have?

Kirra brushes blush on her cheeks.

KIRRA
Yes.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
And?

KIRRA
I’ll do it.

Kirra applies a brick red lipstick to her lips. She looks at

herself in the mirror.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
Wonderful! I will-

KIRRA
On one condition.

DETECTIVE SCHRODER
And what is that?

Kirra puffs on her joint.

KIRRA
I get to kill at my own discretion.

The detective is quiet for a moment and then begins speaking,

but his voice is very quiet and fades out progressively as
Kirra’s heartbeat fades in louder and louder. She blows smoke
at her reflection. She continues to stare at herself in the
mirror, her gaze grows intense.

CUT TO BLACK:

THE END