Screen script

INT. SMALL GATED COMMUNITY

The camera provides a wide panoramic view of the community. As it starts to pan closer to a white suburban driving through en route to their house the viewer will be lead along by a variety of activities. 

Off to the left you will see a couple of young kids in their early teens, playing with water from the sprinkler while the father sits in a comfy fold-up chair sipping a tasteful mixed drink.

To the right you see a family doing yard work. Father mowing grass. Mother clipping the hedges and the son and daughter picking up after them.

Two houses down, summer music playing as if to ensure that this is a peaceful community and showing togetherness.

The camera pans back to the white suburban as it rounds the corner within the community and heads up to the house it belongs to.

The house is white with pale green shutters with a fall green paint brushed upon the  porch to accent it. 

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INT. WHITE SUBURBAN

Inside you take notice of the over joyful family of 3. 

The father well distinguished within the community with a sincere smile upon his face, filled with laughter

The mother singing back to her daughter a song that came across the radio.

The daughter in the backseat laughing and joyously singing along.

The daughter reaches into the back storage area and grabs a freshly bought snack from their trip to the grocery store.

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INT. CAR GARAGE

The mother steps out of the car as does the daughter. The mother leans into the car window.

MOTHER

I am going to go in and set stuff out for dinner. DO you feel like grilling tonight? It is so beautiful out Hun.

FATHER

Yea we can do that. I'll have the kids help me bring in the groceries.

MOTHER

Okay, sounds good.

She smiles and walks inside.

The daughter is standing patiently by the trunk of the suburban. 

DAUGHTER

DAD! Open the door! 

The daughter giggles.

FATHER

(LAUGHS)

Yeah. Yeah. I'm coming. Make sure you grab as much as you can so that way we can help mom with groceries and such. Then we can grill up some food! I'll be right behind you. 

The daughter grabs a few bags and carries them to the door of the garage and waits.

The father grabs the rest, shuts the door and walks over to her and opens it up to walk inside.

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INT. KITCHEN

The camera catches the husband and daughter walk around the corner into the kitchen. The mother silently sitting at the kitchen table with her head down.

FATHER

Hey Hun, you didn't get very far. Are you tired?

Silence...

The daughter walks over and pats her mother. She takes notice of a distinct puddle of blood under her mother's head. She gasps and as she went to scream and yell at her father she turns and sees a person behind him about his height...

DAUGHTER

DAD Beh...

The figure reaches out and across his neck with his left hand and makes a rapid small incision from ear to ear.

With his right hand before the daughter can scream he quickly raises his FN-FNP-45 with an attached silencer and gracefully pulls the trigger and ends the subtle scream for help.

The father gasps and chokes on his blood protruding from his neck. He falls to his knees groceries in hand and then collapses on the floor

The figure walks into the view of the camera and seems melancholy. Almost as if it was a sign of remorse. He reached down grabbed a freshly bought gallon of milk and sets it on the table. He turns around and looks at the father. He stares at the glassy pool of blood and turns his head slowly. He walks over to the cupboards begins his search for a bowl. He finds one in the third cabinet down from the fridge. He sets the bowl on the table. He sits down at the seat to the right of the mother. He takes his finger and slides it oh so gently through the extending puddle and drags it towards the bowl.  

Part of a second figure peers into view of the camera.

FIGURE #2

(Silently)

Oh... my... god... That was amazing. You are like an artist. This will be a night to never forget brother. 

He sets his hand on his friend sitting at the table.

FIGURE #1

(Puts hands to his head and begins to shake it.)

Nothing will ever be the same.

Camera starts to slowly back away at an angle towards the ceiling over seeing the carnage while FIGURE #1 sits  with his hand on the table and his right hand upon the pistol which also has a place on the table.

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BLACK

Two weeks earlier...