FADE IN: INT. KEVIN’s HOME­ NIGHT Eerie music fades in. Extreme close­up on KEVIN’s eyes flying open and slow zoom out with superimposed transparent closeups of his bloody hands, his muddy boots and a gash on his arm. Jump cut to a wide shot, KEVIN is lying in bed looking bemused. Title fades in over the top, slow fade to back.

STRAIGHT CUT TO: INT. KEVIN’s HOME­ MORNING Music cuts out. Foley sound (and extreme closeup) of KEVIN putting on the kettle. As it hisses, he walks over to the kitchen table and sits down. He opens the paper; closeup on the headline “LOCAL MURDERER STRIKES AGAIN”. As he reads, closeup on his face. He is clearly uncomfortable.

FLASHBACK IN BLACK AND WHITE TO:

EXT. TUNNEL­ NIGHT The tunnel is dark and damp. Slow zoom in on a faceless body. As it zooms, a high pitched wailing noise comes to a crescendo. This blends into the kettle boiling as KEVIN is bought back to reality.

STRAIGHT CUT TO: INT. PSYCHIATRIST’s OFFICE Mid shot of KEVIN as he explains what is happening to a psychiatrist. There is no sound­ just a shot reverse shot sequence as she nods. Slow zoom out to outside of the door to a sign revealing where he is. KEVIN walks out of the office and straight into VIOLET. She jumps and the cup of coffee she is holding spills on to him and he yelps. Closeup on her shocked face

VIOLET: Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?

KEVIN:

I’m fine, it’s only boiling hot coffee. Tone softens when he sees her face. Are you?

VIOLET:

Yes but I feel awful! Close­up as he rests her hand on the sleeve of his shirt, and looks him in the eyes. She takes a drag

of the cigarette held in her other hand.

KEVIN: Is that even allowed in here?

VIOLET:

Ignores him and takes another drag. You must let me replace your shirt!

KEVIN:

Stutters slightly. Well, yes, I suppose if you insist…

VIOLET: Come with me then, I’ll sort you out!

STRAIGHT CUT TO:

EXT. TOWN­ DAY TO NIGHT Montage of KEVIN and VIOLET across the city­ different clothing symbolises time passed. VIOLET and KEVIN make their way back to KEVIN’s house as it gets dark.

STRAIGHT CUT TO:

INT: KEVIN’s HOUSE­ NIGHT VIOLET applies her red lipstick in the mirror. There is a hint of evil in her eyes which we have not seen before. When she is satisfied with her reflection, she begins to look around the bathroom. Extreme closeup as she discovers a cupboard full of various medications

linked to psychological conditions. She moves over to a wash basket, and as she reaches the bottom, she triumphantly pulls out a bloodied shirt. She walks out and checks on KEVIN, who is in deep sleep and slow zoom on her face spreading into a smile as she dials the phone.

VIOLET: Hello? I’d like to report a murder…

Closeup on KEVIN’s sleeping face as the sound of police sirens wailing gets louder and louder. The sirens cut out.

STRAIGHT CUT TO BLACK, FADE INTO: INT. INTERVIEW ROOM AT POLICE STATION­ NIGHT VIOLET and POLICE OFFICER are sitting across the table from each other.

POLICE OFFICER:

I don’t understand… How did you work all of this out? The force couldn’t find anything to link this man to the murders and we’ve been on it for months.

VIOLET:

Smirks into the camera. I work as a journalist for the

London Chronicle and after years of reporting on meaningless celebrity gossip, I’ve been looking for my big breakthrough. When I read about the murders, I knew this could be my chance. I had a stroke of luck; my office was next to Kevin’s psychiatrist and I noticed that he was only ever there the morning after each killing. By the third time, I suspected it was not a coincidence and decided to investigate. His personal documents suggested he was capable of killing without even knowing­ he suffers from severe PTSD resulting in dissociative amnesia. It means that he experiences memory blackouts, triggered by violence and trauma. I looked into it and my suspicions were confirmed. He was the murderer. The next step was to get close to him, get him to trust me; it took a while but now I have the evidence I need for my exposé­ and for my career to finally take off.

POLICE OFFICER: And to bring justice, of course.

VIOLET:

Smiles cooly. Naturally.

POLICE OFFICER: In all that time… you didn’t grow to care about him? You

don’t feel anything?

VIOLET: I did what was necessary. When the POLICE OFFICER doesn’t

respond, she stands up and leaves the room.

FADE TO BLACK. FADE INTO: Montage of headlines/ newspaper articles and photos revealing the fates of KEVIN and VIOLET whilst ominous music plays. While she attends interviews, book signings and goes on to become a bestseller, he is given a life sentence.