Yellowjackets 101 Pilot 2021

Episode 101
“PILOT”
Written by
Ashley Lyle & Bart Nickerson
Directed by
Karyn Kusama
GREEN REVISIONS 12/14/19

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Episode 101
Script Revision History
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Episode 101
CAST LIST
(GREEN 12/14/21)
(IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE)
RUNNER
MYSTERIOUS FIGURE (THE HUNTER)
WINE LADY.......................................TONYA CORNELISSE
JESSICA CRUZ......................................BRIANA VENSKUS
VICE-PRINCIPAL BERZONSKY............................TONY WINTERS
RANDY WALSH..........................................JEFF HOLMAN
RETIRED TEACHER.......................................JILL BASEY
TEEN TAISSA TURNER............................JASMIN SAVOY BROWN
TEEN JACKIE TAYLOR..................................ELLA PURNELL
TEEN JEFF SADECKI.....................................JACK DEPEW
TEEN SHAUNA SHIPMAN...............................SOPHIE NÉLISSE
TEEN NATALIE SCATORCCIO..........................SOPHIE THATCHER
SMARTASS...........................................JACOB HOUSTON
GOTH (KEVYN)......................................CHARLIE WRIGHT
DOUCHEBAG.............................................JULIEN ARI
CAT WHEELER............................................AMY OKUDA
COACH BILL MARTINEZ..................................CARLOS SANZ
TEEN ALLIE STEVENS..........................PEARL AMANDA DICKSON
TEEN LOTTIE MATTHEWS..............................COURTNEY EATON
TEEN VANESSA “VAN” PALMER.............................LIV HEWSON
BENJAMIN SCOTT....................................STEVEN KRUEGER
TEEN MISTY QUIGLEY................................SAMMI HANRATTY
SHAUNA SHIPMAN...................................MELANIE LYNSKEY
TAISSA TURNER......................................TAWNY CYPRESS
BETHANNY...............................................BESS ROUS
NATALIE SCATORCCIO................................JULIETTE LEWIS
ORDERLY..............................................JAHRED KING
DAN................................................ANDREW TIPPIE
THE BUTCHER
THE OVERSEER
TEEN LAURA LEE.......................................JANE WIDDOP
WENDY...............................................TRACY SILVER
COUNSELOR CARL........................................STEVE LENZ
TEENAGED GIRL (ARIANA) ............................LAURA MIRANDA
CALLIE.................................................AVA ALLAN
KYLE............................................MATTHEW BILODEAU
TAXI DRIVER.........................................WES MARTINEZ
TEEN RANDY WALSH.....................................RILEY BARON
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MAID
VAN’S MOM.....................................DEBORAH VANCELETTE
TRAVIS MARTINEZ
CODY MARTINEZ
FACILITY MANAGER....................................VAN EPPERSON
ACOLYTES
THE SHAMAN
MISTY QUIGLEY....................................CHRISTINA RICCI
MRS.DEGENARO..........................................EVE SIGALL
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Episode 101
SET LIST
(GREEN 12/14/19)
INTERIORS EXTERIORS
WINE LADY’S HOUSE WILDERNESS

Living Room Tiger Pit
WISKAYOK HIGH NEW JERSEY STATE CHAMPIONSHIP

Vice-Principal’s Office SOCCER FIELD
Hallway
Locker Room - Bathroom TEEN JACKIE’S HOUSE
Coach Martinez’ Office
Gym MURIEL’S SUBS
Locker Room
CONVENIENCE STORE
LILITH’S LAIR GENTLEMEN’SCLUB Back Alley
Back Office
SHAUNA’S HOUSE
RETIREMENT HOME Front Yard
TEEN JACKIE’S HOUSE HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER

Jackie’s Bedroom Japanese Garden
Bathroom Rose Garden
Entrance
TEEN SHAUNA’S CAR
WISKAYOK HIGH
SHAUNA’S HOUSE Courtyard
Callie’s Bedroom
Laundry Room WISKAYOK HIGH SOCCER FIELD
Den
Kitchen WOODS
Master Bedroom Closet Party
Shauna’s Bedroom
DIRT ROAD
CAMPAIGN HQ
Bullpen TEEN MISTY’S HOUSE
Small Office Backyard Pool
HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER COACH MARTINEZ’ HOUSE

Group Room
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TEEN SHAUNA’S HOUSE TEEN TAISSA’S APARTMENT

Shauna’s Bedroom BUILDING
Shauna’s Closet
STORAGE FACILITY
TAXI
SUNNYVIEW SENIOR HOME
TEEN JEFF’S CAR Parking Lot
TEEN NATALIE’S TRAILER

Natalie’s Bedroom
TEEN LAURA LEE’S BEDROOM
TEEN LOTTIE’S HOUSE

Dining Room
TEEN VAN’S HOUSE

Living Room
CHARTERED PLANE
DINER
Booth
STORAGE FACILITY
SUNNYVIEW SENIOR HOME

Hallway
Room
NATALIE’S CAR
1.
Sound of BREATH. Hard but steady. Inhale, exhale. An athlete,

pushing herself to the limit. FADE UP ON --
The kind of DARKNESS you only find thousands of miles from

the warm, safe room you’re sitting in right now...
EXT. WILDERNESS - LATE DAY (UNKNOWN)
Slowly, our eyes adjust and we realize we’re moving through a

dense FOREST. Light filters through boreal woods, giving us
brief glimpses of --
Our RUNNER: bare feet flying across snow-covered ground,

branches lashing at filthy, blood-smeared arms and legs. Each
gasp a spectral apparition in the freezing air.
We do not get a clear look at her face. We will, and soon

(though fair warning, by then it’ll be too late). For now, we
only know that she’s young, barely out of her teens.
And she is TERRIFIED...
EXT. WILDERNESS - LATE DAY - CONTINUOUS (UNKNOWN)
The Runner bolts down an incline, when -- suddenly she CRIES

OUT, falling to her knees. CLOSE ON the broken branch
piercing her foot, nearly clean through to the other side...
Gritting her teeth, she rips it out. Regains her footing,

willing herself forward. Pushing through the pain. Until --
EXT. WILDERNESS - CLEARING - LATE DAY - CONTINUOUS (UNKNOWN)
The woods abruptly give way to a large CLEARING surrounded by

skeletal white birch. The Runner skids to a stop at the edge
of the glade, breath catching in her throat. REVEAL --
Dozens of eyes CARVED into the surrounding trees. Around

them, TALISMANS hang from the branches, fashioned from bough
and BONE. The Runner lets out a single, strangled SCREAM.
A beat, before -- an answering SHRIEK sounds somewhere beyond

the glade. Then ANOTHER. And another, and another, until the
air is filled with eerie, inhuman wails.
Then as suddenly as it began, the woods fall totally SILENT.
Almost. Somewhere behind her, a branch CRACKS, snapping the

Runner out of her terrified trance. She BOLTS.
(CONTINUED)
2.
CONTINUED:
And this time, we let her go. Her body pale in the fading
light as she flies across the glade. Until suddenly --
SHE DISAPPEARS.
The snow-covered ground opening up beneath her, appearing to

swallow her whole...
EXT. WILDERNESS - TIGER PIT - LATE DAY - CONTINUOUS (UNKNOWN)
A MYSTERIOUS FIGURE in ANIMAL PELTS (THE HUNTER) emerges from

the tree line, her face shrouded by the hood of her rough
coat. She approaches the edge of a deep hole, previously
concealed by cover of snow. A TIGER TRAP.
As she kneels at the edge, peering down through the jagged

maw of branches snapped by the Runner’s fall, we --
ANGLE ON THE RUNNER, splayed at the bottom of the pit. Limbs

bent at terrible, unnatural angles, body IMPALED on thick
wooden SPIKES. The bloodied points protrude through her
chest, her thigh, her face -- now nothing but a GORY MESS
from chin to brow. A small GOLDEN CHARM glints around her
neck.
The Hunter stands, seemingly satisfied. Then, as the furs of

her coat part, revealing the tattered COED NAKED SOCCER SHIRT
(”Get your kicks on the Grass!”) beneath...
WOMAN’S VOICE (PRE-LAP)

I’ll never forget the day I heard
their plane had gone missing.
CUT TO:
INT. WINE LADY’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON (2019)
A middle-aged WOMAN shifts on a sofa in what an over-enthused

realtor would almost certainly describe as a ‘Great Room’.
Vaulted ceiling, vases inexplicably filled with feathers.
French Country as interpreted by Carmela Soprano.
She takes a drag from her cigarette, then a sip from her
glass of Pinot Gris.
WINE LADY
Obviously, I was devastated. I
still get chills just thinking
about it...
(draining her glass)
I mean, that could have been me.
(CONTINUED)
3.
CONTINUED:
Across from her, JESSICA CRUZ (late 20’s) takes notes in a

journalist’s STENO PAD. AN iPHONE sits on the coffee table
between them, recording.
JESSICA
Would you say you were close with
any of the girls on the team?
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - VICE-PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE - DAY (2019)
ON VICE-PRINCIPAL BERZONSKY -- 60’s, with a cultivated

youthful zeal -- as he tents his fingers thoughtfully...
VICE-PRINCIPAL BERZONSKY
I would definitely not say that,
no.
INT. LILITH’S LAIR GENTLEMEN’S CLUB - BACK OFFICE - DAY

(2019)
Posters of girls, cases of booze, a money counter on the

desk. ON THE MANAGER (RANDY, according to his name tag):
40’s, paunchy, probably a die-hard G’n’R fan, as he ponders
the question.
RANDY
Hell yeah. I knew a few of ‘em
pretty good back in the day, if you
catch my drift.
INT. RETIREMENT HOME - DAY (2019)
Wheelchairs, oxygen tanks, blaring daytime TV. ON A RETIRED

TEACHER, 80’s, as she gums a spoonful of pudding...
TEACHER
Not one of those girls gave a good
goddamn about Trigonometry, I can
tell you that much.
BACK TO:
THE WINE LADY as she makes her way to the kitchen. She walks
with a slight limp, aided by a CANE. Refilling her glass...
WINE LADY
Our whole class has stayed close,
to be honest.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
3A.
CONTINUED:
WINE LADY (CONT'D)
Great reunion attendance. I think
what we went through really brought
us together.
(CONTINUED)
4.
CONTINUED: (2)
JESSICA
Do you keep in touch with any of
the survivors?
WINE LADY
I mean, we’re all survivors in a
way, don’t you think?
(then)
They cancelled our prom.
A beat as she and Jessica stare each other down.
JESSICA
So what do you think really
happened out there?
INT. LILITH’S LAIR GENTLEMEN’S CLUB - BACK OFFICE - DAY

(2019)
ON RANDY, seeming borderline offended --
RANDY
C’mon.
(then; duh)
Lezzy stuff.
ON WINE LADY, lighting another Newport --
WINE LADY
Honestly, I don’t even want to
think about it.
INT. RETIREMENT HOME - DAY (2019)
ON the ELDERLY TEACHER, squinting aggressively --
TEACHER
Out where?
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - VICE-PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE - DAY (2019)
And finally, ON THE VICE-PRINCIPAL. He frowns.
All I know is that what happened
was a tragedy, a terrible tragedy.
I probably shouldn’t say this, but
some of these kids?
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
5.
CONTINUED:
VICE-PRINCIPAL BERZONSKY (CONT'D)
Eh, no big loss, if we’re honest.
But those girls were special. They
were...
As he considers how to express the magnitude of the loss...
FADE TO:
EXT. NEW JERSEY STATE CHAMPIONSHIP SOCCER FIELD - DAY (1994)
A GIRLS’ HIGH SCHOOL SOCCER GAME in progress.
VICE-PRINCIPAL BERZONSKY (O.S.)

...They were champions.
The action plays out in sun-dappled SLOW MOTION, giving the

sequence a lyrical, dream-like quality; a rhapsody in Youth.
INSERT CHYRON: 1994
As we move around the play in motion, we alight briefly on

various PLAYERS -- all curled lips and freckles...sweat
swiped unthinkingly from cheeks and brows...muscles tensed,
eyes narrowed in concentration.
Suddenly there’s a breakaway by the team in BLUE AND GOLD.

The ball expertly moved upfield by their STAR MID-FIELDER
(TAISSA). She negotiates one defender after another before
sending the ball spinning in a long, perfectly-aimed pass.
The FULLBACK and SWEEPER close in, desperate to intercept...

But it’s the BLUE AND GOLD STRIKER (JACKIE) who connects,
tapping the ball just past the GOALIE and into the net.
Immediately, the other players erupt in high fives, butt

slaps -- expressions of the easy camaraderie that exists
between girls that have been playing together for years.
Jackie runs downfield and the other girls give chase,
grinning, before swarming her in ecstatic celebration. This
is it -- the moment the YELLOWJACKETS qualified for the U.S.
Girls’ National Championships. But for now, all we care about
is this girl...
Team captain, coltish beauty, hero of the hour (whether she

deserves to be or not). This is JACKIE TAYLOR, 17. And right
now, as always, she is a goddess -- and worshipped
accordingly. As Jackie casually jogs back into position with
a loose and triumphant joy...
MUSIC UP: “LIVIN’ ON THE EDGE” by Aerosmith, as we --
CUT TO:
6.
EXT. AERIAL SHOTS - VARIOUS
Establishing. The iconic Manhattan skyline, glittering in the

distance. So close, and yet so far away... and getting
further, because yep, we’re in JERSEY -- soaring high above
the oft-mocked but highly efficient GARDEN STATE PARKWAY into
pure, unadulterated SUBURBAN SPRAWL.
This is America crammed into 8,723 square miles: new money

and old money and no money at all; gaudy McMansions and
crumbling estates, wooded subdivisions and Section 8
apartments; shiny chrome diners, mom-and-pop pizza shops,
churches and synagogues, mini golf courses and parking lots;
and of course, everywhere, the STRIP MALLS -- with their
bowling alleys and liquor stores and real estate agencies,
their dentists and strip clubs and pet stores declaring
Puppies Inside!!!...
New Jersey contains multitudes. But right now we’re

interested in one particular house, in one particular town,
as totally unique and fundamentally the same as all the
others. Bringing us to --
INT. TEEN JACKIE’S HOUSE - JACKIE’S BEDROOM - MORNING (1994)
A floor strewn with girls’ things. Crumpled clothes and

underwear, dirty cleats. Dog-eared copies of Seventeen and
Sassy, VHS tapes, doodled notebooks, Hard Candy nail polish,
GAP perfume, a one-eyed teddy bear, brushed aside...
Moving to the BED, we find Jackie on top of the rumpled Laura

Ashley bedspread next to a half-naked JEFF SADECKI (18,
lacrosse hot). His hand between her legs, working hard. Maybe
too hard...
TEEN JEFF
You look so hot right now.
Jackie winces slightly. Placing her hand over his --
TEEN JACKIE
Careful...
TEEN JEFF
It’s cool, babe. I want you to.
That wasn’t her point. Reaching for his hand again...
TEEN JACKIE
We’re going to be late...
(CONTINUED)
7.
CONTINUED:
TEEN JEFF
It’s fine. Relax.
Finally, seeing no other option -- Jackie FAKES IT. If he

knew any better, he’d probably be able to tell. He doesn’t.
Jeff grins, victorious, as she rolls over and sighs.
TEEN JEFF (CONT'D)

God you’re amazing. I think I love
you, Jackie.
He nuzzles her neck. CLOSE ON HER FACE, staring past us. His
breath hot in her ear --
TEEN JEFF (CONT'D)

Okay, my turn...
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. TEEN JACKIE’S HOUSE - BATHROOM - MORNING (1994)
Jackie furiously brushing her teeth. She spits. Rinses.
Her expression impassive as she considers herself in the

mirror -- absent-mindedly playing with the delicate GOLD
PENDANT dangling just below the hollow of her throat.
CUT TO:
INT./EXT. TEEN SHAUNA’S CAR/TEEN JACKIE’S HOUSE - MORNING

(1994)
SHAUNA SHIPMAN (17, ponytailed, quietly discontent) idles at

the curb in her beat-to-shit Ford Festiva, writing in a
JOURNAL. A MIXTAPE plays, angst-adjacent. Belly, Velocity
Girl, Liz Phair.
Shauna glances out the window at Jackie’s picturesque

COLONIAL. Red brick, shutters, perfectly manicured lawn. The
nice side of town. She spots Jeff climbing down from a second-
story window. He hits the ground, glancing briefly in her
direction before hopping the neighbor’s fence.
Finally, Jackie emerges from the front door, looking utterly

perfect. Shauna quickly stashes the JOURNAL in her backpack
as Jackie climbs in --
TEEN SHAUNA
We’re gonna be late.
(CONTINUED)
8.
CONTINUED:
TEEN JACKIE
It’s fine. Relax.
As Shauna sighs and puts the car in gear...
CUT TO:
INT. TEEN SHAUNA’S CAR - MORNING (DRIVING) (1994)
Shauna drives. Glancing at Jackie --
TEEN SHAUNA
This is like the fifth time I’m
missing homeroom this month...
TEEN JACKIE
Then I guess you better put the
pedal to the metal. See what this
shit-heap can really do.
TEEN SHAUNA
This shit-heap has a name, thank
you very much. And that name is
Kevin Car-nold.
Jackie grins, pats the dash affectionately.
TEEN JACKIE
Sorry, Kev.
On the stereo, Liz Phair’s droll alto: “Fuck and run, fuck
and run. Even when I was seventeen...”
Jackie wrinkles her nose and jabs a button. SNOW suddenly

blares from the speakers about licky boom boom downs.
Innocently, off Shauna’s look --
TEEN JACKIE (CONT'D)

Oh, were you listening to that?
TEEN SHAUNA
No, it fell into the tape deck and
I accidentally pressed play.
Jackie rolls her eyes, but doesn’t put the tape back on.
TEEN SHAUNA (CONT'D)

I saw Jeff...
(then, a little timid)
What happened to no distractions
before Nationals? “Ripping off the
band-aid” and all that?
(CONTINUED)
9.
CONTINUED:
Jackie shrugs, flipping through radio stations.
TEEN JACKIE
I’ve decided showing up to college
a virgin is a mistake. No offense.
Plus at this point we’ve been
together for so long... If we’re
each other’s first, we’ll be linked
forever. It’s more poetic this way.
(then, seamlessly)
Oh, that reminds me. I decided on a
color palette for our room at
Rutgers next year. Pink and green.
It’s like, classic preppy meets
Palm Beach. Very Lilly P.
Shauna glances at Jackie, a little uneasy. Avoiding that

particular subject --
TEEN SHAUNA
Jeff’s a virgin?
TEEN JACKIE
We’ve been together since freshman
year.
TEEN SHAUNA
Yeah, but. I mean, you guys have
broken up like, ten thousand times.
TEEN JACKIE
Never long enough to count.
INT./EXT. TEEN SHAUNA’S CAR/MURIEL’S SUBS - CONTINUOUS

(DRIVING) (1994)
TEEN JACKIE
(then, suddenly)
The hell is this bullshit?
Jackie rolls down the window as they approach MURIEL’S SUBS

AND PIZZA. Glaring at the ROADSIDE MARQUEE: “We’re proud of
our Boys Varsity Baseball. GO JACKETS!!” Jackie scoffs.

Those assholes were under .500 all
season. Shauna, honk at that thing!
TEEN SHAUNA
Why?
Reaching across Shauna to do it herself --
(CONTINUED)
10.
CONTINUED:
TEEN JACKIE
(grinning)
So they know they’re bullshit.
Shauna laughs as Jackie lays on the HORN.
TEEN SHAUNA
They’re just going to think you’re
like, saluting mediocre baseball.
TEEN JACKIE
Oh, they’ll know. Here, take over.
Jackie rolls down the window. Leaning out as they drive by --

Try undefeated, bitches! We’re
going to motherfucking NATIONALS!
Off the girls’ laughter, the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP of the car --
CUT TO:
OMITTED
11.
EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - BACK ALLEY - MORNING (1994)
NATALIE SCATORCCIO, (17, bleached hair, too much makeup,

trying hard to seem like she doesn’t give a shit) as she
chokes down a swig of...something from a brown paper bag.
TEEN NATALIE
What is that?
Two BOYS -- one a SMARTASS in a Kurt Cobain memorial T-shirt

(RICH), the other vaguely GOTH (KEVYN) -- laugh as she pulls
out a BOTTLE of Old Wren Scotch and inspects the label.
GOTH
And here I thought jocks were
supposed to be able to party...
TEEN NATALIE
(coughing)
Eat me.
She passes him the bottle. Then grins as --
GOTH
(sputtering)
Jesus, dude, this is terrible.
SMARTASS
Okay, you know what? You can both
go suck a dick.
GOTH
And just maybe we will.
But Smartass is smiling too. His PAGER goes off. Ah, the pre-
cell phone era. His eyes light up as he checks the number --
SMARTASS
Oh shit, it’s my cousin...
NATALIE
Did he get us the stuff?
When --
MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)

Hey, burnout! Show us your tits!
They all turn to see a DOUCHEBAG (late 20’s) leaning out the
passenger window of an idling IROC-Z. Goth glances uneasily
at Natalie. She looks down, blushing.
DOUCHEBAG
C’mon, don’t be shy...
(CONTINUED)
12-13.
CONTINUED:
SMARTASS
I mean, shit, if you really wanna
see ‘em...
Smartass passes the bottle to Goth and lifts his shirt. The
GUYS in the IROC laugh as he starts to do a ‘sexy’ dance.
It’s a funny move. They start to drive away. When --
Suddenly Natalie grabs the bottle and chucks it at the

receding car with all her strength. CRASH. The IROC slams on
the brakes as the bottle SMASHES against its rear window. As
it screeches into REVERSE --
SMARTASS (CONT'D)
The fuck, Natalie? They’re gonna
kick our ass, not yours.
TEEN NATALIE
(shrugs)
Only if they catch us.
All three exchange a look before hauling ass. Off Natalie,

laughing as she sprints down the alley with her friends...
PRE-LAP, THE SOUND OF THE BELL as we cut to --
OMITTED
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - HALLWAY - DAY (1994)
As STUDENTS make their way to first period in a preponderance

of unisex flannel, we find CAT WHEELER (25, doe-eyed,
disheveled) -- AKA MS. WHEELER -- on hall-duty.
She’s doing her best to look authoritative. Her results are

middling.
CAT
Slow it down, Mr. DeRario. There
are rules against running in the
hall. I assume. I haven’t seen any
official documentation, but the
other teachers seem pretty against
it, so...
Cat turns to find ASSISTANT COACH BEN SCOTT. His good looks
have an obvious impact on her.
BEN SCOTT
Hey, Cat! Did you talk to Coach?
(CONTINUED)
12-13A.
CONTINUED:
CAT
Who?
(then)
Oh, Bill. Yeah.
BEN SCOTT
So... are you in?
CAT
Well, it’s like I said, I don’t
really know anything about soccer.
Like at all.
BEN SCOTT
C’mon, think of it as a paid
vacation... We’ll have fun.
Besides, we already qualified for
Nationals. I think we’re good on
the soccer front...
CAT
(suddenly realizing)
Oh. You’re going, too?
BEN SCOTT
I’m the assistant coach. Wait, why
do you think I dress like this?
This is new information to Cat. And he’s really good looking.

Finally--
CAT
Well, I guess if it would make the
school board happy to have a girl
there... I am a girl! I mean, a
woman. I mean... Go Jackets!
BEN SCOTT
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
(then, grinning)
That’s great, really. Welcome
aboard.
Unclear if he’s purposely flirting, or this is just how he

is. Either way, she knows an opportunity when she sees it.
CAT
Thanks. Maybe you could help bring
me up to speed on some basics? I
probably should know something...
BEN SCOTT
Yeah, sure. Can you come to
practice this afternoon?
(CONTINUED)
12-13B.
CONTINUED: (2)
CAT
I have a make-up bio lab. Tim
Perkins, the whole lyme’s disease
situation. But we could grab a
drink tonight?
BEN SCOTT
Oh. Uh... Yeah, okay.
CAT
It’s a date! I mean, not a date,
date. It’s a plan. A friendly
agreement.
BEN SCOTT
How’s eight at Dublin House sound?
Off Cat, trying to look as nonchalant as possible...
CUT TO:
14.
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - LOCKER ROOM - BATHROOM - DAY (1994)
ALLIE STEVENS (14, looks it, wants to seem older) stares

miserably at the MIRROR as Jackie paints a BEE on her cheek.
Around them, there’s a flurry of activity as the rest of the

team changes into uniform, fixes makeup, applies hairspray
and FACE PAINT. Taking in Allie’s red-rimmed eyes...
TEEN JACKIE
Allie. You okay?
Allie nods. Jackie gives her a sisterly smile.
(CONTINUED)
15.
CONTINUED:

It’s just a pep rally. All we have
to do is run in and then stand
there. Honestly, I think the whole
point is just to give freshman
something to jerk off to later.
Allie frowns. Giving Jackie a haughty look --
TEEN ALLIE
I’m not nervous.
LOTTIE (O.S.)
Jackie...
They look over to see Lottie leaning in the doorway.
LOTTIE (CONT'D)
Coach wants to see you in his
office.
As Jackie passes off the brush to one of her teammates (VAN)--
CUT TO:
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - COACH MARTINEZ’ OFFICE - DAY (1994)
TROPHIES, equipment, cinderblock walls. ON THE DESK, a framed

photo of Coach, his WIFE, and two SONS (TRAVIS, 16, and CODY,
13). Everything looks like it smells like coffee and
cigarettes.
Coach Martinez gestures to the chair in front of his desk.

Lighting a Marlboro --
COACH MARTINEZ
I’m going to talk to you like an
adult. Is that okay with you?
We get the sense it’s a favorite question of his. She nods.
COACH MARTINEZ (CONT'D)

Do you know why I made you team
captain this year?
Jackie tries to project an air of mature humility.

Obviously it isn’t because you’re
our best player.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
15A.
CONTINUED:
Shauna’s faster, Van’s got you on
footwork by a mile, and Taissa,
well, she could have a real future
in the sport, maybe Atlanta in ‘96.
TEEN JACKIE
Is this... a pep talk?
16.
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - LOCKER ROOM - BATHROOM - CONTINUED

(1994)
BACK BY THE MIRRORS --
Allie pouts as VANESSA “VAN” PALMER (17, terminally cheerful)

finishes painting her bee.
TEEN ALLIE
I’m the only freshman who got
asked, you know. And now it doesn’t
even matter. It’s so unfair.
Allie pouts, scandalized by the sheer injustice. At the other

end of the mirrors, TAISSA TURNER (18, quietly intense) rolls
her eyes with Natalie and Shauna. This bitch...
TEEN ALLIE (CONT'D)

My dress was gonna be amazing.
TEEN VAN
(diplomatically)
At least you can wear it next year.
Allie gives her a withering look. Then, with total sincerity--
TEEN ALLIE
You don’t get it, Van, ‘cause
nobody asked you.
Van nods, trying to look sympathetic -- that’s true. ON

TAISSA as LOTTIE MATTHEWS (17, tightly wound) leans in.
TEEN LOTTIE
(sotto, sort of)
Jesus Christ. Maybe someone should
tell Kelly Kapowski over there to
worry less about prom and more
about not fucking up at Nationals.
If she plays like she did at
States...
As Taissa assesses Allie...
TAISSA
That’s not gonna happen. I’ll
handle it.
16A.
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - COACH MARTINEZ’ OFFICE - CONTINUED

(1994)
COACH MARTINEZ
Jackie, you possess something
nobody else on this team has:
influence. When it gets tough out
there, these girls are going to be
looking for someone to guide them.
Can you handle that?
A beat as Jackie considers. Then nods, the picture of

determination.
JACKIE
Don’t worry, Coach. I’ve got this.
(CONTINUED)
17.
CONTINUED:
As Jackie nods, the picture of determination --
PRE-LAP, the STOMP-STOMP-CLAP of a class gymnasium cheer...
OMITTED
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - GYM - DAY (1994)
The BOYS BASEBALL TEAM stands lined up behind a less-bald

VICE-PRINCIPAL BERZONSKY at a podium on the gym floor.
Alright, let’s hear it for the
boys! Let’s give the boys a hand.
The bleachers are packed with students, exhibiting the

various levels of enthusiasm you’d expect from a mandatory
pep rally. Supportive shouts from the other jocks, eye rolls
from the burnouts, everything in between.

Thanks, guys. You did your best.
At the edge of the court, we find Coach Martinez standing

with ASSISTANT COACH BENJAMIN SCOTT (32, SHORT-SHORTS, three-
time winner of the student body’s vote for most fuckable
teacher) and MISTY QUIGLEY (16, frizzy perm, thick glasses,
mom jeans), the Yellowjackets’ EQUIPMENT MANAGER.

Now, our next act needs no
introduction. So let’s all just
make some noise for your New Jersey
State Girls’ Soccer Champions!
As C & C MUSIC FACTORY starts to blare from the speakers, the

crowd goes -- well, not wild, exactly. It is girls’ soccer.
But that’s okay, because MISTY IS FUCKING FIRED UP enough for
everybody. Pumping her fist, WOO-ing for all she’s worth.
Coach Scott glances at her, amused, or maybe concerned, as --
The TEAM jogs onto the court. Seeing them through Misty’s
eyes, all confidence and grace. Gladiators. And maybe Misty’s
enthusiasm is contagious... As the applause builds, feet
RUMBLING against wooden bleachers --
(CONTINUED)
18.
CONTINUED:
ON SHAUNA. She exchanges a look with Jackie, and can’t help

but grin. Off the ROAR of her classmates as they break into
the Yellowjackets’ FIGHT CHEER -- BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!
PRELAP -- a low, droning HUM as we CUT TO:
INT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - CALLIE’S BEDROOM - DAY (2019)
The pink-on-pink BEDROOM of a teenaged girl. Walls plastered

with POSTERS and magazine CUT-OUTS: Ariana Grande, Shawn
Mendes, the hot Jonas Brothers... Kendall Jenner and Bella
Hadid pouting in aspirational couture... thumb-tacked PHOTO
BOOTH STRIPS and pouting SELFIES of a girl who bears an
almost uncanny resemblance to Shauna...
INSERT CHYRON: PRESENT DAY
The BUZZ/HUM grows louder as we scan a series of photos on

top of the dresser: Not-Quite-Shauna in a PROM DRESS, pinning
a BOUTONNIERE on a lanky, tuxedoed BOY (17); a CANDID of her
lounging in the same boy’s lap, as he gives the camera a
cocky grin...
Finally, our POV settles on a FRAMED PHOTO of The Boy

standing alone on a lakeside dock -- handsome, shirtless,
showing off. A beat as our look...lingers.
Reverse to REVEAL -- SHAUNA, now in her 40’s, lying on an

unmade bed. She gazes at the picture -- jaw clenched, face
flushed -- while masturbating with a hot pink VIBRATOR to the
photo of her teenaged daughter’s boyfriend.
Shauna closes her eyes, orgasms with a quick, joyless gasp. A

beat as she catches her breath -- allowing us to take in the
difference twenty-five years make. Gray roots. Soft belly.
Crow’s feet. Motherfucking time...
Finally, Shauna gets up and tosses the vibrator into a

LAUNDRY BASKET at the foot of the bed. As she starts picking
rumpled clothes off the floor and tossing them in as well --
INT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - LAUNDRY ROOM - DAY (2019)
Shauna stuffs clothes into a WASHING MACHINE. Glancing down

at the basket, something catches her attention. She sighs.
19.
INT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - LAUNDRY ROOM - DAY (2019)
Shauna stands at a sink, scrubbing a SKIDMARK from a pair of

men’s BOXERS. Her face expressionless as she attempts to
Shout it out.
INT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - DEN - DAY (2019)
Shauna IRONS a stack of men’s button down SHIRTS in the

living room of a cramped, shitty tract home. Scuffed laminate
floors, mismatched furniture. A GAME SHOW plays on TV.
GAME SHOW HOST (O.S.)

Parts of this epic published in
1667 were dictated to family
members by its author...
SHAUNA
What is Paradise Lost.

Yes. Linda?
CONTESTANT (O.S.)
What is The Great Gatsby!

I’m sorry, the answer we were
looking for is Paradise Lost...
SHAUNA
Oh, Linda. You dumb bitch.
ON THE TV, the show cuts to commercial. A campaign AD. We

might notice the candidate looks familiar...
TAISSA (ON-SCREEN)
I’m Taissa Turner, and as State
Senator, I want to lead New Jersey
out of the wilderness and back to
the economic prosperity we all
deserve...
Shauna glances up at the screen with sudden interest. The

shadow of some emotion crosses her face -- Sadness? Anger?
Longing? Fear? When --
SHAUNA
Shit.
(CONTINUED)
20.
CONTINUED:
She frowns, picking up the shirt to inspect the BURN MARK she
just accidentally seared into its collar. Off the TV SCREEN --
Taissa giving her best Senatorial smile --
MATCH TO:
INT. CAMPAIGN HQ - BULLPEN - DAY (2019)
TAISSA (40’s, polished, still intense) as she strides through

a makeshift CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS. It’s a low-rent affair --
rented furniture, an abundance of earnest young interns --
buzzing with the energy of local politics.
Her campaign manager BETHANNY (30’s, bespectacled, all-

business) keeps pace. Without looking up from her CELL --
BETHANNY
Heads up, I’m squeezing you into a
drink after the debate...
TAISSA
I thought I already had a dinner
with--
BETHANNY
--the rep from the teacher’s union,
I know. Hence squeezing.
They head into --
INT. CAMPAIGN HQ - SMALL OFFICE - CONTINUOUS (2019)
Closing the door behind her --
BETHANNY
Don’t give me that look. It’s a
donor. At least he will be after
you dazzle the shit out of him over
a couple of good bourbons...
Bethanny plops down on a couch. Taissa picks up a stack of

DEBATE BRIEFS, pacing while she scans.
TAISSA
I don’t know how much I’m gonna
feel like dazzling anyone if I get
my ass handed to me this afternoon.
BETHANNY
But you do know how much you’ll
need to if that happens, right?
(CONTINUED)
21.
CONTINUED:
TAISSA
Thanks, Coach.
BETHANNY
Oh, stop. You’re gonna do great.
(off her look)
Seriously, the only way to fuck
this up is by trying anything
special. Stick to the platitudes
and talking points, promise to
stimulate small business and pull
jobs out of your ass--
TAISSA
I thought it was stimulate jobs and
pull small businesses out of my
ass.
BETHANNY
That’d work, too.
Taissa paces past the couch when -- suddenly Bethanny reaches

out and playfully pulls Taissa down on top of her.
BETHANNY (CONT'D)
As long as you’re stimulating
something and your ass is involved,
I think everybody’s happy.
She goes in for a deep kiss. Pulling back --
TAISSA
I really want this.
BETHANNY
Then just trust me. I’m the oracle
of the 30th district. I know all...
Sliding her hand up Taissa’s skirt --
BETHANNY (CONT'D)
So. You gonna do what I tell you,
or what?
TAISSA
(breathless)
You’re such a bitch.
BETHANNY
You love it.
(CONTINUED)
22.
CONTINUED: (2)
Taissa smiles. Then sighs and stands, her nerves getting the
better of her. Starting to pace again --
TAISSA
If he starts pushing about my past?
BETHANNY
We’ve been over this, Ty. It’s a
selling point.
(fine; you want to do this
again?)
You went through an incredible
ordeal, it made you the strong,
fearless woman you are today, blah
blah blah...
TAISSA
(picking up the well-worn
position)
...but I respect my fellow
survivors’ privacy, and
categorically refuse to engage with
ridiculous rumors just to appease
the fucking vultures and their
insatiable appetite for tragedy
porn.
BETHANNY
Don’t say that last part,
obviously. But yes. Exactly.
Bethanny stands and approaches Taissa. Taking her hand--
BETHANNY (CONT'D)
It’s gonna come up. We know that.
But you’ll be fine. It’ll be easy,
because it’ll be the truth.
An infinitesimal beat before Taissa nods. Right...
CUT TO:
EXT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - DAY (2019)
FIND Shauna hauling several bags from her dented beige MINI-
VAN towards her front stoop. Patchy lawn, warped vinyl
siding. She stops, setting the bags down and kneeling to
inspect the shabby FLOWER BED next to the front door.
Fingering a ragged, half-gnawed bloom...
JESSICA (O.S.)
Aphids?
(CONTINUED)
22A.
CONTINUED:
Shauna turns to see JESSICA approaching. Shaking her head --
SHAUNA
Rabbits.
(CONTINUED)
23.
CONTINUED: (2)
JESSICA
Poor little guys. Just trying to
survive, I guess.
Shauna stands, wiping dirt from her hands.
SHAUNA
Sorry, do we know each other?
Jessica smiles brightly, offering her hand. Shauna

instinctively takes it.
JESSICA
Jessica Cruz, Star Ledger. I’ve
left you a few voicemails...
SHAUNA
(shaking)
Oh, right. Fuck off, Jessica.
Shauna picks up the bags and heads for the door.
JESSICA
Shauna, wait.
SHAUNA
I don’t talk to reporters. But I’m
guessing you already know that.
JESSICA
I know you’ve been letting other
people tell your story. People who
barely knew you. And I know they’re
making a lot of money doing it.
Shauna hesitates. Sensing an in --
JESSICA (CONT'D)
One coffee. That’s all I ask. If
you don’t like what I have to say,
I promise, I’ll leave you alone.
As Shauna sighs...
SHAUNA (PRE-LAP)
I know what you want to hear...
CUT TO:
24.
INT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY (2019)
Shauna unpacks groceries as Jessica casually inspects the

cramped, messy kitchen. Cracked linoleum, aging appliances,
formica that never comes totally clean. As Shauna slams a
styrofoam package of cheap HAMBURGER MEAT on the counter --
SHAUNA
...But the truth is, the plane
crashed. A bunch of my friends
died. Then the rest of us scavenged
and starved and prayed for nineteen
months until they finally found us.
End of story.
JESSICA
I think we both know there’s more
to it than that. But that’s not
what I was going to ask...
Jessica looks around the kitchen. Raising a brow as she spots

the MAGAZINE peeking out from one of Shauna’s grocery bags.
Under the lurid tabloid headline, a faded photo of the
WRECKAGE of a plane:
“LITTLE GIRLS LOST: REMEMBERING THE YELLOWJACKETS TRAGEDY.”
Shauna scowls and quickly throws the magazine in the trash.

An impulse buy. Jessica gives her a small, knowing smile...
JESSICA (CONT'D)
Are you happy, Shauna?
(then, quickly)
I can’t even imagine what you went
through out there. Nobody can. And
that is worth something. A lot,
actually...
She pauses before delivering the kicker --
JESSICA (CONT'D)
I can guarantee you a seven figure
book advance, right here, right
now. We write it together, but it’s
your name on the cover.
SHAUNA
Not interested. Sorry.
JESSICA
What if I told you the others were?
(CONTINUED)
25.
CONTINUED:
SHAUNA
I’d say that you’re lying.
Jessica smiles.
JESSICA
So you are still in touch...
SHAUNA
(a beat; then)
I haven’t talked to any of them in
years. I wouldn’t know how to find
them even if I wanted to...
She trails off for a second, lost in her own head. Then, as
she shakes her head, sadly, honestly --
SHAUNA (CONT'D)
I had to move on. And I genuinely
hope they were able to do the same.
Now, if you’ll excuse me...
JESSICA
Shauna, the kind of money I’m
talking about could change your
life. You were an elite athlete,
straight A’s. You would have been
the first person in your family to
go to college, let alone go Ivy
League. Is this really how you
thought your life would turn out? I
mean just look at--
Just look at this place is what she was about to say. But it
doesn’t matter that she stopped herself; based on Shauna’s
expression, she’s already crossed the line.
JESSICA (CONT'D)
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean--
SHAUNA
(takes a step towards her)
I don’t give a shit what you meant,
you smug little bitch. You don’t
know a fucking thing about me,
about what I want, about my life--
Instinctively, Jessica takes a step back. Now it’s Shauna’s

turn to catch herself. Regaining her composure --
(CONTINUED)
26.
CONTINUED: (2)
SHAUNA (CONT'D)
I’m sorry. It’s just... I guess it
turns out I didn’t like what you
had to say. So...
Shauna looks pointedly to the door. Jessica nods. Pulling a

business card from her purse --
JESSICA
If you change your mind.
Shauna doesn’t take it. Jessica leaves it on the counter

before quietly walking out. Off Shauna, watching her go --
CUT TO:
EXT. HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER - JAPANESE GARDEN -

MALIBU - DAY (2019)
CLOSE ON NATALIE’S ADULT FACE. Eyes closed, no makeup, bathed

in sunlight. A slight smile on her face. Serenity now.
Wider to reveal she’s meditating in a well-kept Japanese

garden. Loose tunic, no makeup, hair cropped short. A natural
beauty. As a shadow falls across her face --
MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)

Time for group.
She opens her eyes, looks up to see an ORDERLY in WHITE

SCRUBS standing over her, blocking the sunlight.
NATALIE
Already?
ORDERLY
Time flies when you’re having fun.
She gets up and walks with him towards a Spanish-style

building, all white-washed walls and red tile roof...
EXT. HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER - ROSE GARDEN - DAY

(2019)
Natalie follows the orderly through a neatly tended garden of

rose bushes. Passing another patient -- a PALE TATTOOED MAN,
sweating and chain smoking on a bench...
ON NATALIE’S FACE as they continue on, that same content

smile frozen on her lips...
27.
INT. HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER - GROUP ROOM - DAY (2019)
Finally, she enters a large, sunny room. A dozen chairs set

in a circle. A few people sit; the rest mill around a table
of refreshments.
Natalie heads over and pours herself a CUP of coffee. Adding

an unholy amount of sugar --
DAN
Whoa. Somebody likes it sweet.
She turns to see a nervous-looking guy in his thirties --

DAN, apparently -- stirring his own cup with a plastic
swizzle. He’d be handsome if he wasn’t so obviously a junkie.
DAN (CONT'D)
I’m Dan.
He holds out his hand. It trembles. He smiles self-

consciously.
DAN (CONT'D)
First day jitters.
NATALIE
Natalie.
She takes his hand, and squeezes. Just her touch seems to
calm him. A little smitten --
DAN
So what are you in for? I’m a
crystal, coke, molested by a priest
man, myself. Or at least, that’s
the elevator pitch.
NATALIE
Heroin, mostly. Oxy, when I could
get it. Fentanyl. Benzos. K.
Damn... He gives her a sardonic smile.
DAN
And I thought I had issues...
FLASH TO:
28.
EXT. WILDERNESS - DUSK (UNKNOWN)
Pink strains of dawn, just starting to peek through the dark

silhouette of trees. SOUND OF ROPE, pulled taught against
wood -- a RASPING CREAK...
WIDE TO REVEAL -- the RUNNER’S CORPSE, hanging upside down

and naked by the ROPE binding her ankles. Snowflakes drift
through the early light as the HUNTER and a SECOND FIGURE
(THE BUTCHER) work to hoist the body from a tree branch.
After a beat, a THIRD MYSTERIOUS FIGURE -- THE OVERSEER --

joins them. A moment, before -- she nods her approval. From
this distance, we still can’t make out faces, or identifying
features. But we can certainly see the SPLASH OF BLOOD
HITTING SNOW as the Butcher SLITS the Runner’s throat with a
HUNTING KNIFE. Bleeding her out like a prize buck...
BACK ON NATALIE IN THE PRESENT --
Giving Dan that same, beatific smile. She shrugs.
NATALIE
Bad back.
As she calmly takes a sip from her steaming cup --
CUT TO:
OMITTED
29.
EXT. WISKAYOK HIGH - COURTYARD - DAY (1994)
SHAUNA as she exits the school and approaches NATALIE, LOTTIE

and TAISSA, conferring in hushed tones on their way to
practice.
(CONTINUED)
30.
CONTINUED:
TEEN TAISSA
...This is what we’ve been working
for all season. You really want to
take that chance?
TEEN NATALIE
Yeah. ‘Cause I’m not a fucking
asshole.
TEEN SHAUNA
What are you guys talking about?
They all glance towards Allie, flirting playfully with some

older boys on the other side of the courtyard.
TEEN LOTTIE
Allie.
TEEN SHAUNA
What about her?
TEEN TAISSA
Did you black out at States? She
totally choked.
TEEN NATALIE
She’s a freshman, Ty.
TEEN TAISSA
She’s a liability.
Shauna glances in Jackie’s direction uncertainly.
TEEN SHAUNA
What do you want to do about it?
Natalie gives Taissa a look. Go ahead. Tell her.
TEEN TAISSA
She can’t screw up if she doesn’t
get the ball.
TEEN SHAUNA
(frowns)
You want to freeze her out?
TEEN NATALIE
We’d basically be a man down. At
Nationals.
TEEN TAISSA
At least we’d know what we’re
working with.
(CONTINUED)
31.
CONTINUED: (2)
TEEN LOTTIE
I don’t know, Ty. She kinda sucks,
but... it doesn’t feel right.
TEEN NATALIE
That’s because it’s bullshit.
TEEN TAISSA
(fuck you)
Oh yeah? What’s your plan, then?
TEEN NATALIE
I dunno, play like a fucking team
and win? It’s worked so far.
TEEN TAISSA
Everything works until it doesn’t.
(then; to Natalie)
And for the record, you smell like
a wino. Get your shit together.
Natalie takes a step towards her, then changes her mind.
TEEN NATALIE
You know what? Fuck this.
She stalks off. But Shauna lingers. Considering. Finally--
TEEN SHAUNA
Jackie’s not gonna like it.
TEEN TAISSA
Then we probably shouldn’t tell
her.
Shauna hesitates. Then finally -- off her nod --
EXT. WISKAYOK HIGH SOCCER FIELD - DAY (1994)
Establishing of students in various athletic wear -- soccer,

track -- as they head out to their respective fields.
Find Taissa, Shauna and Lottie arriving just behind Natalie

as JACKIE finishes leading the rest of the team through a
series of stretches... Misty dealing with equipment in the
background...
BEN SCOTT (O.S.)

Okay, circle up!
There’s a short WHISTLE BLAST as Coach Scott jogs onto the

field. As they gather...
(CONTINUED)
31A.
CONTINUED:
BEN SCOTT (CONT'D)

JV’s gonna help us out with a
little scrimmage today. Coach
Martinez had to take care of a
family thing, so grab a pinny from
Misty and let’s get started.
TEEN LAURA LEE

Excuse me, Coach Scott? Shouldn’t
we say a prayer first?
(CONTINUED)
32.
CONTINUED: (2)
A few eye rolls as LAURA LEE (17, pert, will get on your last
nerve) looks at Coach Scott expectantly.
BEN SCOTT
It’s just a scrimmage, Laura Lee.
(off her look; sighs)
Sure. Knock yourself out.
As the team (reluctantly) forms a circle -- heads bowed,

hands joined...
TEEN LAURA LEE

Heavenly Father, let our efforts be
fruitful, so that we may perform in
ways glorious to you...
DISSOLVE TO:
The SCRIMMAGE in progress, as we’re suddenly reminded that

these girls are fucking athletes...
TEEN LAURA LEE (O.S.)

May our hearts remain open, and our
bodies safe from harm. In your name
we pray, amen.
Shauna dribbles upfield, easily maneuvering around the JV

defender. Allie races open on her left -- but Shauna ignores
her, opting for a trickier pass to Van. When -- Natalie darts
in and redirects the ball to Allie, who fumbles...then PANICS
as the defense closes in, sending a wild pass OUT OF BOUNDS.
As Coach Scott’s WHISTLE BLOWS, ON NATALIE -- throwing Shauna

and Taissa a defiant look...
A quick series of shots -- Shauna and Taissa working together

to keep Allie out of the play... Natalie undermining their
efforts every chance she gets... Jackie shooting Shauna a
look, the fuck is going on...? Until finally --
Taissa gestures for a time out and jogs over to Coach Scott.
We can’t hear their conference, but get the gist when Taissa
strips off her RED PINNY. As she hands it over to JV SWEEPER
playing against Allie, switching sides...
(CONTINUED)
33.
CONTINUED:
BEN SCOTT
C’mon, Varsity. Your own defense
wants to see you step it up. And
frankly, that makes two of us.
Let’s see some hustle!
He blows the WHISTLE, and JV KICKS OFF... This time with

Taissa PLAYING FOR THE OTHER SIDE. She’s ALL OVER ALLIE --
crowding, holding, talking shit...
Another pass to Allie, when -- TAISSA SLIDE TACKLES HER,

HARD. As the ball rolls out of bounds, and the WHISTLE BLOWS
FOUL --
TEEN JACKIE (O.S.)

What’s your problem?
Jackie jogs up behind Taissa. Playing dumb --
TEEN TAISSA
What?
TEEN JACKIE
Just, ease up.
Shauna watches the interaction, then works her way closer to

Taissa as the players get ready for the INBOUND THROW.
TEEN SHAUNA
C’mon, Ty. This isn’t helping.
TEEN TAISSA
(shrugs)
If we can’t freeze her out, she’s
gonna have to learn to play under
pressure.
Before Shauna can respond -- TWEEET -- play resumes.
ANOTHER SERIES OF SHOTS, TAISSA’S STRATEGY IN ACTION. On

Allie, taking a beating, frustrated, near tears. Only -- the
harder Taissa goes, the more we realize... it’s working...
-- ALLIE grimaces in concentration, negotiating the ball

around Taissa with a slick CRUYFF TURN...
-- IN THE CORNER, ALLIE shoulders Taissa hard to clear space

for a pass...
-- ALLIE SPRINTS TO GET OPEN, Taissa hot on her heels. Shauna

fires a long lofted pass... Allie and Taissa both vying for
the ball as it arcs HIGH IN THE AIR, WHEN --
(CONTINUED)
34.
CONTINUED: (2)
ALLIE JUMPS FOR A HEADER and Taissa instinctively JUTS her

foot out, catching Allie’s ankle as she comes back down.
CRACK.
There’s a sickening, audible SNAP as ALLIE’S LEG SEEMINGLY

COLLAPSES -- BUCKLING AND BREAKING IN A COMPOUND FRACTURE
THAT IS, SIMPLY PUT, A TOTAL PERVERSION OF THE HUMAN FORM.
There’s a beat of SILENCE -- an eerie stillness -- as Allie

collapses on the field. CLOSE ON JAGGED BONE puncturing the
skin, BLOOD spreading, soaking into the grass. Then...
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE. Somebody SCREAMS (Lottie); someone

else begins to CRY (Laura Lee). Van PUKES. Taissa backs away,
stunned, horrified, as Coach Scott rushes to Allie’s side.
BEN SCOTT
Holy fuck.
But MISTY’S already there, on her knees, trying to apply

pressure with an extra penny --
TEEN MISTY
(muttering)
Okay. Okay-okay-okay. Apply
pressure, stop the bleeding...
BEN SCOTT
Jesus, Misty, get the fuck out of
the way.
(then, trying to keep his
shit together)
Just-- we need an ambulance.
There’s a phone in Bill’s office.
TEEN MISTY
You mean Coach Martinez?
BEN SCOTT
Christ, YES. Go. Now.
Misty nods, like a soldier in battle, before taking off at an

awkward lope. Ben watches for a beat, then--
BEN SCOTT (CONT'D)

Shit.
(to no one in particular)
Keep her calm. Don’t move her.
He takes off after Misty, easily sprinting past her. Find

Shauna as she approaches Allie, hyperventilating on the
ground. Shauna looks around, trying to find JACKIE --
(CONTINUED)
35.
CONTINUED: (3)
Who we now realize is pale, wide-eyed, FROZEN in place.

Knowing she should do... something. But --
TEEN SHAUNA
Jackie.
But Jackie doesn’t move. Steeling herself, Shauna gets down

on the ground, trying not to look at the leg. All that blood.
Taking Allie’s hand...

Hey, look at me, Allie. You’re
going to be fine. I’m right here.
TEEN NATALIE
(joining them)
We’re all right here. Okay?
Shauna glances at her, grateful. As Allie looks up at them

and nods, shaky, clearly in shock...
CUT TO:
INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - LOCKER ROOM - DAY (1994)
Near silence as the team changes. Everyone still a little

shell shocked. Edgy. Something combustible in the air.
ON TAISSA, sitting by herself. Everyone else avoiding eye

contact -- except Natalie, who’s giving her a DEATH GLARE.
Jackie looks around at her team. Taking a deep breath --
TEEN JACKIE
I know we’re all worried about
Allie. But I really think we need
to focus on the positive right now.
It might not be as bad as it looks.
TEEN NATALIE
You could see her fucking bones,
Jackie. I’m pretty sure it’s
exactly as bad as it looks.
VAN
Oh god. I think I’m gonna puke
again...
Jackie glares at Natalie, unused to her authority being

questioned. Trying to recover --
TEEN JACKIE
I mean, we’re still a team. And we
still have each other. And...
(CONTINUED)
35A.
CONTINUED:
She looks to Shauna for backup. But Shauna looks away.
(CONTINUED)
36.
CONTINUED: (2)
TEEN LAURA LEE

(helpfully)
...And we have Jesus.
TEEN LOTTIE
This wasn’t exactly a big win for
the power of prayer, Tammy Faye.
TEEN LAURA LEE

The Lord works in mysterious wa--
BANG. Turns out Natalie’s not interested in a theological

discussion. She SLAMS her locker -- giving Shauna a
particularly nasty look as she storms out...
COUNSELOR (PRE-LAP)
Remember, anger can be good...
CUT TO:
About a dozen patients -- including Natalie -- all sit in the

circle. It’s hard to tell which one is the counselor, but
we’ll figure it out eventually.
For now, the ANGRY WOMAN with the floor -- WENDY, fifties,
has probably blown a lot of bikers -- is looking to vent.
WENDY
Tell that to my parole officer.
(a few chuckles)
Look, I’m just saying, the bitch
cut me in line. What am I supposed
to do, just stand there? Then what?
Everybody in Jamba Juice starts
getting in line wherever the hell
they want, it’s gonna be chaos.
Pure chaos. How the hell am I
supposed to pay for my shit?
The COUNSELOR (there he is), 30’s, long hair, still rocking a

Live Strong bracelet, nods.
COUNSELOR
These are important feelings you’re
having, Wendy. Thank you for
sharing them.
WENDY
Yeah. You’re welcome. But also, I
need an answer.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
37.
CONTINUED:
WENDY (CONT'D)
Since apparently slapping the numb
cunt was incorrect, and also
“misdemeanor assault.”
COUNSELOR
It’s true, violence is never the
answer. But that doesn’t mean the
anger you’re feeling isn’t useful.
You just have to find a way to--
NATALIE
Keep the tiger in the cage.
Everyone turns to look at Natalie.
NATALIE (CONT'D)
Only, Wendy’s right. I mean, when
you really get down to it, there
are three kinds of people in the
world. People who cut in line...
the people who let them... and the
people who do something about it.
COUNSELOR
(nodding vigorously)
I think ultimately the most
important decisions we make are
about how we choose to react to the
world around us. How we cope with
the obstacles life puts in our way.
A few people nod in agreement. Most look a little bit bored.
COUNSELOR (CONT'D)
Does anybody else want to share?
He glances at Natalie. Clearly also a little smitten.
COUNSELOR (CONT'D)
Natalie. Seeing as how this is your
last day with us, any final
inspirations you’d like to pass on
to the group?
She smiles, looking for all the world like the leader of a
cult you really hope is legit. Finally --
NATALIE
Purpose. Find a purpose. Even just
looking for one is enough to set
you on the path.
She pauses, as though considering something both incredibly

difficult and profoundly moving.
(CONTINUED)
38.
CONTINUED: (2)
NATALIE (CONT'D)
I used to think all the drugs - and
the drinking, and the sex - I used
to think that I did those things
because of what I went through. I
mean, I experimented in high
school, sure, but nothing like...
well, you guys know. I guess I
always thought I was just trying to
forget what happened out there. The
things I saw, the things I did...
A surly TEENAGED GIRL pipes up, unable to resist --
TEENAGED GIRL
Omigod, what did you do? You
literally never told us.
WENDY
(a harsh look)
Zip it, Ariana.
NATALIE
...But now I know the real reason
is a lot simpler. After they
rescued us, I lost my purpose. And
thanks to my time here, I think I
finally know how to get it back.
Off Natalie, the picture of enlightened resolve...
OMITTED
39.
INT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - EVENING (2019)
Find Shauna making MEATLOAF in the kitchen. Hearing the sound

of the front door --
SHAUNA
(calling)
Callie? Is that you?
CALLIE (O.S.)
No. It’s a marauding pack of
thieves. We’ve come to burgle your
twelve year-old desktop and all
your ceramic bunnies.
SHAUNA
Great. I’m in the kitchen. You
should all come sit and chat.
A TEENAGED GIRL enters, nose buried in her CELL PHONE. We

might remember her from the photos we saw earlier -- this is
CALLIE, 16. Shauna’s daughter.
SHAUNA (CONT'D)
How was school?
Beating her to it --
SHAUNA & CALLIE

Fine.
Callie rolls her eyes and continues texting.
SHAUNA
Is Mrs. Mendez going to let you
retake that trig test?
CALLIE
Yeah. Probably.
SHAUNA
Can you put your phone down for, I
don’t know, ninety seconds, and try
to have something resembling a
meaningful conversation?
Scowling, Callie pockets her phone. Happy? A beat. Then --
SHAUNA (CONT'D)
I’m making meatloaf...
CALLIE
This already does not feel like a
meaningful conversation.
(CONTINUED)
39A.
CONTINUED:
SHAUNA
I just figured we’ve been on such a
chicken kick lately, I might as
well mix it up.
CALLIE
Seriously, if this feels meaningful
to you, I really think you need to
take a good, hard look at your
life. I can’t stay for dinner,
anyway. We’re going out.
(before Shauna can ask)
Just with Anika and Ryan and those
guys. We’re gonna grab a bite
before Josh’s party.
(CONTINUED)
40.
CONTINUED: (2)
SHAUNA
I thought you and I could hang out
tonight. Maybe watch a movie...
CALLIE
For real? Mom, it’s Friday night.
Then, raising an eyebrow --
CALLIE (CONT'D)
Dad working late again?
SHAUNA
There’s a problem with the
inventory database, apparently.
Callie watches her intently for a moment. Casually --
CALLIE
You think so?
Shauna frowns, gives her daughter a hard look.
SHAUNA
Yes, Callie. I do.
Callie shrugs. Whatever gets you through the day...
CALLIE
Fine. Why don’t you work on your
novel or whatever? You haven’t done
that in forever...
KYLE (O.S.)
Yo, you ready to go?
KYLE, 17 -- The Boy from the photo, Callie’s boyfriend --

walks in, all floppy hair and pheromones.
KYLE (CONT'D)
S’up, Mrs. S. You’re looking fine
tonight.
Shauna sighs. Looking at Callie, no point in arguing --
SHAUNA
Just, home by eleven okay?
CALLIE
What? That’s bullshit. Mandy never
had a curfew...
(CONTINUED)
41.
CONTINUED: (3)
SHAUNA
Yeah well, your sister didn’t fail
trigonometry either. Eleven. I mean
it.
CALLIE
Ugh, fine. Midnight. Love you!
And with that she’s gone. Off Shauna, watching them leave...
TEEN JACKIE (PRE-LAP)

It’s just a party...
INT. TEEN SHAUNA’S HOUSE - SHAUNA’S BEDROOM - EVENING (1994)
A cramped attic room in a ramshackle house. Faded floral

wallpaper, SOCCER TROPHIES, a Degas print. A few years ago
this might have looked a lot like Jackie’s room. But now the
band posters, tapestries, the string of twinkle lights -- it
all points to someone starting to forge their own identity...
TEEN SHAUNA (O.S.)

I don’t know, it feels weird to
just go like nothing happened...
FIND JACKIE trying on lipgloss at a small light-up vanity.

She smacks her lips, admiring her reflection. Satisfied, her
attention shifts to the photos on the desk -- her and Shauna
at various ages. A talent show. The beach. Halloween.
TEEN JACKIE
I mean, it’s not like skipping the
party is going to un-fuck Allie’s
leg. Plus, it’s tradition. And
we’re already missing prom...
Jackie sits back, fingering the pendant around her neck.

Then, bored, she starts opening vanity drawers. She pulls out
an old PRAYER CARD of the Virgin Mary, turns it over.

Oh my god, remember when you tried
to get your mom to let you become
Catholic? What did you call it?
INT. TEEN SHAUNA’S HOUSE - SHAUNA’S CLOSET/BEDROOM -

CONTINUOUS (1994)
Find Shauna, struggling to wriggle into a tube top. She still

looks a little shaken from the afternoon. Calling back --
(CONTINUED)
42.
CONTINUED:
TEEN SHAUNA
My spiritual awakening.
TEEN JACKIE (O.S.)

You were such a weird kid. What
were you, like, nine?
Then, as SHAUNA walks out into the room --
TEEN SHAUNA
Eleven. I liked the saints. They
were all so tragic.
Jackie gives the tube top a once-over. Shakes her head “no.”
As Shauna heads back into the closet --
TEEN JACKIE
Lucky you had me to save you from
yourself...
(then, casually)
You know, Randy’s going to be at
the party tonight.
TEEN SHAUNA (O.S.)

Um, okay.
TEEN JACKIE
He asked Jeff to ask me if you were
gonna be there...
Shauna reemerges in a crushed velvet dress.

(re: the dress)
Definitely not.
Shauna crosses her arms.
TEEN SHAUNA
Randy? Really?
TEEN JACKIE
What? He’s basically Jeff’s best
friend. I just thought you might
want to know he asked about you...
Shauna stares at herself in the mirror.

You should totally wear that red
dress I gave you. The boob dress.
(CONTINUED)
43.
CONTINUED: (2)
TEEN SHAUNA
(losing her patience)
Maybe I don’t want to wear the red
dress. And I sure as hell don’t
want to hook up with Randy fucking
Walsh.
The two girls just look at each other. A tense beat.
TEEN JACKIE
Jesus, what crawled up your ass?
Wear whatever you want.
TEEN SHAUNA
Thanks. I will.
She goes to change again. Jackie watches her disappear back

in the closet. Assessing the situation. Then, casually --
TEEN JACKIE
You’re probably right about Randy,
anyway. I once saw him get
outsmarted by an escalator.
A beat. Finally, Shauna emerges, in a low-cut baby doll

dress.
TEEN SHAUNA
I once heard him ask who invented
the Pope...
Jackie knows better than to gloat. Instead, she just smiles.
TEEN JACKIE
So are you ready, or what? C’mon,
we’re gonna be late...
CUT TO:
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT (1994)
Deep in the woods. Moving towards the glow of a fire,

somewhere amongst the trees. At first, it seems like we could
be anywhere, miles from civilization. Then --
A souped-up 4RUNNER barrels into frame, a dented KEG secured

in the back. Teenaged BOYS jump out to heave the keg to the
ground as several other cars pull up alongside...
CUE MUSIC -- P.J. HARVEY’S “DOWN BY THE WATER” -- and we

realize we’re at a typical teenage hang-out spot. More
specifically, the site of Jeff Sadecki’s annual KEGGER...
44.
EXT. WOODS - PARTY - NIGHT (1994)
Moving through the crowd, we find Jackie and Shauna, red SOLO
CUPS in hand, hanging with Jeff and a few of his friends.
Jackie hitting a bong, looking cool as fuck while she does
it... leaning into Jeff, playfully messing up his hair... a
few envious stares from other girls as Jackie holds court,
putting on a show. Jackie turns away from Jeff to try to get
Shauna to ‘sexy’ dance with her. Off Shauna, resistant,
instead chugging beer--
We HAND OFF to SMARTASS as he barrels past, heading for

Natalie and Goth, currently standing by the BONFIRE.
SMARTASS
(out of breath)
You guys. My cousin hooked us up.
Natalie’s eyes light up.
NATALIE
You got it?
Smartass grins, holding out his hand to reveal several tiny

SQUARES OF PAPER printed with the anarchy symbol.
SMARTASS
I have six words, my friend. Lucy.
In. The. Sky. With. Diamonds.
GOTH
That is, like, literally the least
efficient way to say that.
As Natalie snatches one of the tabs from his palm --
GOTH (CONT'D)
Dude. Don’t you leave for the
Olympics or whatever tomorrow?
TEEN NATALIE
Yeah. I do.
She gives them a look, daring either to say anything else.

Goth shrugs, not like it’s his problem. She takes the hit.
Off Natalie, as she closes her eyes, letting it dissolve...
CUT TO:
45.
EXT. HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER - ENTRANCE - NIGHT (2019)
Natalie sitting on top of a suitcase at the edge of the curb,

smoking. A TAXI pulls up; as Natalie rises...
INT./EXT. TAXI/HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER - NIGHT (2019)
Sound of a door slamming shut as Natalie settles into the

backseat. The driver climbs in up front, starts the meter.
TAXI DRIVER
Where to?
She studies him in the rearview mirror. Curious --
NATALIE
You pick up a lot of people here?
TAXI DRIVER
A few, sure.
NATALIE
How many go straight to a bar?
TAXI DRIVER
(whatever you want, lady)
You want to go to a bar?
NATALIE
(shaking her head)
LAX. I’m catching a red eye.
He nods. ON NATALIE, leaning against the window. Watching the

MOON through the palms as they pull away...
PRE-LAP, the SOUND OF CHANTING: Chug, chug, chug, as we --
CUT TO:
Shauna, watching Jackie and Jeff make out from a distance.

Her expression unreadable. A few feet away, RANDY, 18, (yes,
for the eagle-eyed viewer, Fireball Shots Randy) hits the
BEER BONG, hard.
PARTY-GOERS
(chanting)
Randy, Randy, Randy....
He finishes, dripping foam. Pointing directly at Shauna --
(CONTINUED)
45A.
CONTINUED:
TEEN RANDY
I dedicate that to you, sexy lady.
(CONTINUED)
46.
CONTINUED: (2)
Shauna rolls her eyes in disgust, then drains her cup. Heads
for the KEG to get another, clearly already drunk...
EXT. WOODS - PARTY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS (1994)
...Only to find Taissa already waiting for a beer. Taissa

doesn’t see Shauna get in line. But Shauna sure sees her.
TEEN SHAUNA
I admire your resilience, Ty.
It can’t be easy knowing you
fucking crippled someone today.
TEEN TAISSA
Cool. Good talk.
She starts to walk away, when --
TEEN SHAUNA
Just admit you did it on purpose.
TEEN TAISSA
Excuse me?
TEEN SHAUNA
You heard me.
TEEN TAISSA
You’re wasted.
TEEN SHAUNA
And you’re a fucking sociopath.
People are watching now. A few of their teammates head over --
TEEN VAN
Hey, Shauna, take it easy...
Van puts a hand on Shauna’s shoulder, ready to lead her away.

Shauna shrugs it off.
TEEN SHAUNA
Good news, you guys. We don’t have
to worry about the Allie problem
anymore. Taissa fixed it for us...
TEEN LAURA LEE

What’s she talking about?
(CONTINUED)
47.
CONTINUED:
TEEN NATALIE
(joining them)
She’s talking about Taissa’s little
plan.
TEEN TAISSA
Please. Since when do you give a
shit anyway? Don’t you have a bong
to hit or a dick to suck, or
something?
TEEN SHAUNA
Hey. Don’t talk to her that way.
TEEN NATALIE
Oh, fuck off, Shauna. I don’t need
you to defend me. Last I checked,
you were fine with the whole
‘freeze her out’ strategy...
TEEN LAURA LEE

Seriously, what are you guys
talking about?
TEEN NATALIE, TEEN TAISSA & TEEN

SHAUNA
(in unison)
Shut the fuck up, Laura Lee...
As the situation escalates --
EXT. WOODS - PARTY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS (1994)
Find JACKIE, catching wind of the brewing fight. She frowns,

heading off in the direction of the keg. Only to confront --
A full-on verbal DONNY BROOK, everyone yelling at once --
TEEN LAURA LEE

Let me finish! LET ME--
TEEN VAN
You interrupted me!
TEEN SHAUNA
Go ahead and say that again, bitch--
An even bigger crowd gathers.
RANDY
Cat fight!!
(CONTINUED)
47A.
CONTINUED:
When -- suddenly, JACKIE storms up. Takes in the situation at

hand. Thrusting herself into the middle of the maelstrom --
TEEN JACKIE
THAT’S IT. ENOUGH!!!
(CONTINUED)
48.
CONTINUED: (2)
Everyone STOPS. Jackie crosses her arms, glaring. Then,

turning on her heels --

Yellowjackets, WITH ME.
The rest of them watch as she stomps off into the woods
beyond the bonfire. Clearly expecting them to follow suit. A
beat, before -- one after one, they do.
ON SHAUNA, the last hold out. As she reluctantly follows the

rest of the team...
SMASH TO:
Jackie PACING in front of her teammates like a body-glittered

PATTON. Sizing them up. A few look a little drunk. All of
them look fucking miserable. Natalie, in particular, looks
unsteady, as the acid starts to kick in...
TEEN JACKIE
I don’t know what the fuck that
was, but I do know that it’s over.
We’re about to go to Nationals, you
guys. Nationals. And based on what
I’m looking at right now, we might
as well not even bother getting on
that plane.
She thinks for a second. Then --

Alright, everybody line up.
(nobody moves)
I’m fucking serious. LINE UP.
Almost as a reflex to her tone, they do. Then, a small smile

playing on her lips --

I’m going to talk to you like
adults. Is that okay with you?
A few smiles as they recognize Coach Martinez’ catchphrase.

Coach is always telling us that you
can’t win without three things.
Talent. Trust. And respect.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
49.
CONTINUED:
I mean, Coach also talks a lot of
bullshit, but I’m pretty sure he’s
right about that. So here’s what
we’re gonna do. I want each of you
to go down this line and say one
nice - true - thing about every
other girl on this team.
The others exchange looks. Is she fucking serious?
TEEN TAISSA
What is this, fucking Girl Scout
camp?
TEEN JACKIE
Who wants to go first?
A beat. Nobody makes eye contact. Finally --
TEEN LAURA LEE

I’ll go, Jackie.
Solemnly, Laura Lee steps out and walks to the end of the
line. Starting with Taissa --
TEEN LAURA LEE (CONT'D)

Taissa, you are beautiful in the
eyes of our lord.
(then; moving on to Van)
Van, you are beautiful in the--
TEEN LOTTIE
Oh my god.
TEEN JACKIE
Laura Lee, fall back!
(then)
Fuck. Fine, I’ll go first.
She walks over to Taissa and looks her directly in the eye.

Taissa Turner. You have more fight
in you than anyone I’ve ever known.
I’m inspired by your determination.
(moving on to Van)
Vanessa Palmer, your smile makes me
feel happy, every time I see it.
(then Laura Lee)
Laura Lee, I truly admire your
faith. I’m sure Jesus does, too.
(then Natalie)
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
50.
CONTINUED: (2)
Nat, I love that you don’t care
what anybody else thinks. You’re
more completely yourself than
anyone else I know.
(then Lottie)
Lottie, your ambition inspires me.
I have no doubt you’re gonna take
over the world some day.
TEEN VAN
She’s also deadly at beer pong.
Jackie looks over at her, to see several girls smiling.

Suddenly realizing -- this is working.
TEEN JACKIE
Well, go ahead. Tell her. C’mon,
guys. If we do this one at a time,
we’ll be here all night...
As the girls shyly start to turn to each other --
TEEN VAN
Laura Lee, you... have really shiny
hair.
TEEN NATALIE
Lottie, you never talk shit unless
someone really deserves it. Also, I
really like your pilgrim hat.
TEEN LOTTIE
(definitely not wearing a
pilgrim hat)
Um. Okay.
Then, as Shauna approaches Taissa -- Taking a deep breath.
TEEN SHAUNA
I... I’m sorry for what I said
before. About you--
TEEN TAISSA
I didn’t, you know. Mean to hurt
her.
We’re not sure if we believe her. Neither is Shauna. But we

can tell that, if nothing else, Taissa wants it to be true.
Shauna nods. When -- Jackie approaches.
TEEN JACKIE
Hey. Are we cool?
(CONTINUED)
51.
CONTINUED: (3)
Shauna looks at her and shrugs.
TEEN SHAUNA
I dunno. You still haven’t said
anything nice about me.
TEEN JACKIE
(sarcastic)
Shauna Shipman, you’re a fucking
laugh riot.
(then)
Okay, fine. You’re a terrible
dancer, you’ve got seriously
questionable taste in music, and
you can’t hold your liquor for
shit... You’re also the smartest
person I know and the only one
who’s always been there for me.
You’re the best friend I’ve ever
had.
(sincerely)
You know that, right?
TEEN SHAUNA
(quietly; seriously)
Yeah. I know.
TEEN JACKIE
(a beat; then)
You should have told me about
Taissa and Allie.
Shauna nods, she knows that too. Or at least, doesn’t want to

fight about it. The fight’s gone out of her. For now.

Now, c’mon. Let’s get you home.
Off Shauna as Jackie takes her hand. Wishing it felt better

than it does...
CUT TO:
As the party winds down. Empty cups and beer cans, a few hold-
out couples making out. The bonfire burned down to embers...
Find Natalie, TRIPPING BALLS. Natalie’s POV of her friends

and classmates -- their faces strange, distorted. Wrong. She
turns away, afraid. Suddenly spotting --
(CONTINUED)
51A.
CONTINUED:
MISTY standing alone amongst the trees, at the edge of

darkness. Watching.
NATALIE
(quietly; confused)
Misty?
Misty’s face also begins to shift and warp. This is a bad

fucking trip... Natalie squeezes her eyes shut. When she
reopens them, Misty is gone. Off Natalie, staring into the
dying flames of the fire...
FLASH TO:
EXT. WILDERNESS - NIGHT (UNKNOWN)
Another bonfire, in another place, at another time. MEAT

ROASTING over a makeshift spit, fat HISSING as it drips into
the flames...
CLOSE ON a set of hands working a HATCHET and HUNTING KNIFE

over flesh and bone.
(CONTINUED)
52.
CONTINUED:
Throughout, we hear the faint HUMMING of someone lost in the

task at hand. High and clear. A naggingly familiar, haunting
melody...
‘It seems no one can help me now, I’m in too deep, there’s no
way out. This time I have really lead myself astray...’
MATCH PRE-LAP: Soul Asylum’s “Runaway Train” as we --
CUT TO:
INT. TEEN JEFF’S CAR - NIGHT (DRIVING) (1994)
Jackie rides in the front with Jeff; Shauna sits in the back,
leaning her forehead against the cool pane of the window.
They ride in silence, as the RADIO plays.
TEEN JACKIE
Turn on Port Monmouth, it’s faster.
TEEN JEFF
(annoyed)
Shauna’s house is on the way.
TEEN JACKIE
C’mon. I’m past curfew.
TEEN SHAUNA
I have a curfew too, you know.
TEEN JACKIE
Yeah, but. I mean, you know what my
parents are like.
Shauna sighs, there’s no point in arguing. Jackie gets what

Jackie wants. As Shauna rolls down her window, letting the
cool night air wash over her face...
CUT TO:
INT./EXT. TEEN JEFF’S CAR/TEEN JACKIE’S HOUSE - NIGHT (1994)
Jeff’s car, as he cuts the headlights and pulls quietly up to

the curb. We watch as Jackie and Shauna climb out and
exchange a quick hug before Shauna gets in the front -- an
end of night ritual they’ve repeated countless times.
(CONTINUED)
53.
CONTINUED:
OFF JACKIE as they pull away, giving a quick wave and

flashing that patented, easy the-world-is-ours grin -- for a
moment still and beautiful and perfect in the moonlight...
CUT TO:
INT. TEEN JEFF’S CAR - NIGHT (DRIVING) (1994)
Jeff and Shauna -- now in front -- drive alone down a dark

two-lane road in a remote, wooded part of town.
TEEN SHAUNA
Pull over.
TEEN JEFF
Are you gonna puke? Don’t puke in
my car, Shauna.
TEEN SHAUNA
Just pull over. Here.
INT./EXT. TEEN JEFF’S CAR/DIRT ROAD - NIGHT (1994)
Jeff turns down an access road. As the car rolls to a stop --
INT. TEEN JEFF’S CAR - CONTINUOUS (1994)
A beat as Shauna and Jeff both sit, staring out the

windshield in silence. Then, in one fluid movement, Shauna
climbs onto his lap, straddling him.
Instantly, they’re all over each other, kissing with the

powerful lust of two teenagers doing something they’re
definitely not supposed to.
TEEN JEFF
Whoa, hey. I thought we weren’t
doing this again...
TEEN SHAUNA
(panting)
We’re not. Again.
Bracing herself against the steering wheel, she reaches under

her skirt, removing her underwear. Then unbuckles his belt,
yanking down his pants. As she lowers herself onto him --
(CONTINUED)
54.
CONTINUED:

If you cum inside me, I will raise
the baby out of spite and train it
to be a killing machine that
eventually hunts you down. Got it?
TEEN JEFF
(a distracted moan)
Uh huh.
She starts moving her hips, kissing his neck. Her hand on his
chest, taking control. Whispering in his ear --
TEEN SHAUNA
Tell me you love me.
He hesitates, glancing at her face.

I’m not going to hold you to it.
Just say it.
She speeds up, getting close. Finally --
TEEN JEFF
I love you, Shauna.
Off Shauna, eyes squeezed tightly shut, breathing hard...
EXT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - FRONT YARD - NIGHT (2019)
CLOSE ON a small RABBIT, its nose twitching for a moment

before it delicately nibbles on the petal of a perfect pink
impatiens blossom. THWACK.
There’s a small spray of BLOOD as the bunny is summarily

DECAPITATED by a metal BLADE. REVEAL Shauna holding the
handle of heavy garden SHOVEL...
INT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT (2019)
Shauna washes her hands at the kitchen sink. She picks

JESSICA’S CARD up off the counter. We follow her as she moves
out of the kitchen and down a hallway --
-- Past a series of FRAMED PHOTOS on the wall: snapshots of

family vacations, a Sears family portrait. Shauna standing
beside her balding, familiar-looking HUSBAND, holding a
toddler Callie... Callie’s older sister MANDY (here about 13)
posed in front, all freckles and braces...
(CONTINUED)
55.
CONTINUED:
And finally, a WEDDING PORTRAIT. Shauna and JEFF SADECKI, in

taffeta and a tux. They both look so young, smiling widely in
some cheap-looking banquet hall...
INT. SHAUNA’S HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM CLOSET - NIGHT (2019)
SNICK. Shauna pulls the cord on a lightbulb, illuminating a

cluttered closet. She rummages past winter coats and boots,
wrinkled reams of wrapping paper, tangled Christmas lights.
Finally getting to --
A LOCKED SAFE. Shauna turns the dial, opening it to reveal

not birth certificates or passports or emergency cash, but
STACKS OF OLD COMPOSITION NOTEBOOKS.
JOURNALS.
She takes one out, runs a hand thoughtfully across the cover:
Shauna Shipman, 1994 -- Private Property! Then reaches in
further to find the cheap CELL stowed deep in the back of the
safe. A BURNER PHONE.
Shauna takes a deep breath and pulls Jessica’s BUSINESS CARD

from her pocket. A beat as she considers it. Then, dialing --
SHAUNA
(into the phone)
We need to talk.
EXT. WOODS - PARTY - SUNRISE (1994)
Morning mist hanging over the scattered detritus from the

kegger...
EXT. MURIEL’S SUBS - EARLY MORNING (1994)
Muriel’s, its roadside marquee now rearranged to read “We’re

proud our boys JACK IT!”...
BEGIN AN AROUND-THE-WORLD SEQUENCE, of the Yellowjackets

getting ready for the biggest week of their lives...
INT. TEEN JACKIE’S HOUSE - JACKIE’S BEDROOM - DAY (1994)
-- CLOSE ON a SUITCASE, immaculately packed, as JACKIE

carefully folds her uniform and tucks it in...
56.
INT. TEEN NATALIE’S TRAILER - NATALIE’S BEDROOM - DAY (1994)
-- Natalie, smoking a JOINT out of the window of her cramped

trailer park bedroom...
INT. TEEN LAURA LEE’S BEDROOM - DAY (1994)
-- LAURA LEE, on her knees, saying one last prayer to the

small JESUS PAINTING on her bedroom wall...
INT. TEEN LOTTIE’S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - DAY (1994)
-- LOTTIE, being served breakfast by the MAID in an enormous

chef’s kitchen, all marble and stainless steel. As the maid
pointedly hands her a bottle of LOXIPENE, watches carefully
as Lottie shakes out a pill and swallows it with juice...
INT. TEEN VAN’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY (1994)
-- VAN, coming into her living room to find her MOM passed
out on the couch. A bottle of scotch on the coffee table. Van
seems unsurprised. She tries to rouse her mother. Nothing.
Calmly, Van SLAPS her mom hard across the face. Holding up
the car keys as she starts awake...
EXT. TEEN MISTY’S HOUSE - BACKYARD POOL - DAY (1994)
-- MISTY, looking down into the water of her family’s

SWIMMING POOL. CLOSE ON the unlucky RAT swimming desperate
circles; then MISTY’S FACE, impassive, as she walks away...
EXT. COACH MARTINEZ’ HOUSE - DAY (1994)
-- COACH MARTINEZ, loading the trunk of his station wagon

with luggage as his two SONS -- TRAVIS (15) and CODY (13) --
climb in the back to go...
EXT. TEEN TAISSA’S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY (1994)
-- TAISSA, waiting by herself, as a TAXI pulls into the

driveway...
OMITTED
57.
OMITTED
INT. TEEN SHAUNA’S HOUSE - SHAUNA’S BEDROOM - DAY (1994)
-- SHAUNA, holding a piece of paper. Official BROWN

UNIVERSITY letterhead. Dear Ms. Shipman, We’re delighted to
inform you... A beat before Shauna stuffs the letter in a
vanity drawer. Then, picking up her suitcase, she takes one
last look around her childhood bedroom. As though sensing
she’s leaving something -- some part of her -- behind...
CUT TO:
OMITTED
INT. CHARTERED PLANE - MORNING (1994)
The team, together now, as they make their way onboard.

Excitement palpable, taking in the interior of the plane. It
pretty much looks like any other commercial flight, but this
is all theirs...
TEEN NATALIE
Wicked.
TEEN VAN
(to Lottie)
I can’t believe your Dad paid for a
private plane...
LOTTIE
(shrugs)
It’s pretty much his only form of
parenting, but I guess I’ll take
it.
GIRLS
(together; sing-song)
Thank you, Mr. Matthews!
COACH MARTINEZ
Alright, hustle up, ladies, take a
seat. We’ve got a long flight.
ON BEN SCOTT, helping a few of the girls load their carry-ons

into the overhead compartment. Assiduously pretending he
doesn’t see Cat Wheeler approaching down the aisle, looking
hungover in DARK GLASSES...
(CONTINUED)
58.
CONTINUED:
She hesitates, unable to get around him anyway.
CAT
Hey. Um. About last night...
He glances around, clearly uncomfortable. Then, quickly --
BEN
We don’t have to talk about it.
CAT
Oh. Okay. I just-- I think I had a
little too much... you know...
She mimes drinking -- then, in case that wasn’t clear (it

was), mouths “whiskey.” He gets paler.
CAT (CONT'D)
But I just wanted to say, I’m glad
it happened.
(then, sotto; blushing)
Like, really glad.
She gives him a sheepish smile before squeezing past and

heading down the aisle. He realizes a few of the girls are
watching them and blushes as well. As we wonder what,
exactly, that was all about...
FIND JACKIE AND SHAUNA a few rows back, as they settle into
adjoining seats. Shauna looks pale.
TEEN JACKIE
You alright? They probably have a
puke bag, if you need it.
TEEN SHAUNA
No, I-- I think I might be afraid
of flying.
She glances around the cabin nervously. Jackie smiles,

rummages in her bag. Pulling out a balled-up TISSUE tucked
deep into one of the inner pockets...
TEEN JACKIE
Remember when you came with us to
Hilton Head in second grade? You
cried the whole flight.
She opens the tissue, revealing two pale blue VALIUM PILLS.

I swiped these from my mom’s
medicine cabinet.
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
59.
CONTINUED: (2)
She’s got, like, a never-ending
supply, so I doubt she’ll even
notice.
(off Shauna)
Yeah, I’m basically the best. And
here...
Jackie takes off her PENDANT NECKLACE. Fastening it around

Shauna’s neck --

It’s a good luck charm. Now nothing
can touch you.
She smiles. As Shauna dry-swallows the pills, genuinely

touched by Jackie’s gesture...
INT. DINER - BOOTH - NIGHT (2019)
Shauna sits alone at a booth with a cup of coffee. Vinyl

upholstery, formica, (broken) mini jukebox. At the table
behind her, a group of teenagers GOOF OFF, shouting,
giggling. Off the boisterous sound of their laughter...
FLASH TO:
INT. CHARTERED PLANE - DAY (1994)
The team -- laughing, gossiping, singing. Swept up in their

excitement over the adventure ahead. A few playful SHRIEKS as
the plane lifts off. ON TEEN SHAUNA as the sounds of her
teammates begin to warp and fade -- growing dim as the Valium
kicks in...
BACK TO:
INT. DINER - BOOTH - NIGHT (2019)
Shauna looks up as TAISSA slides into the booth.
TAISSA
Sorry I’m late--
SHAUNA
A reporter approached me today.
She slides JESSICA’S BUSINESS CARD across the table.
(CONTINUED)
60.
CONTINUED:
SHAUNA (CONT'D)
She said she was with the local
paper, but I googled her, and she
wasn’t credited in any bylines.
Anywhere.
TAISSA
These people come out of the
woodwork every few years, on some
anniversary or another. You know
that. There’s no reason to think
this is any different.
SHAUNA
I can think of a few. I thought we
agreed. Say no more than we have
to, stay out of the public eye.
TAISSA
Shauna...
SHAUNA
I saw you on fucking television,
Ty. If someone’s digging... We’re
all fucked.
(re: the business card)
Take care of it.
This is definitely not the passive housewife we’ve come to

know. Taissa nods obediently, slipping the card into her bag.
Shauna waits as the WAITRESS tops off her coffee. Then --
SHAUNA (CONT'D)
Have you talked to Nat?
TAISSA
She’s in rehab. Again.
Shauna nods, good. Then, carefully --
SHAUNA
And there’s still no sign of the
others?
TAISSA
No. Not for months.
Shauna lets out a breath, also good. She reaches out, gently
PLACING HER HAND over Taissa’s.
(CONTINUED)
61.
CONTINUED: (2)
SHAUNA
Then we’re fine. As long as nobody
does anything crazy, we have
nothing to worry about...
CUT TO:
OMITTED
EXT./INT. STORAGE FACILITY - NIGHT (2019)
Natalie, as she lifts the metal door of a STORAGE UNIT. Dust

filters through the waning light as she takes in its
contents, clearly untouched for years.
She wanders over to a stack of boxes, opens one -- clothes,

books, CDs, trophies. An old (familiar) black motorcycle
JACKET, the leather cracked with age.
Finally, she steps away, all business now as she pulls the
TARP from a vintage SPORTS CAR, its dark paint still gleaming
beneath the protective skin. She finds the KEYS hidden in the
wheel well then opens the TRUNK, revealing -- an ancient-
looking WINCHESTER HUNTING RIFLE, wrapped in a dirty cloth.
Natalie takes out the gun, inspecting it with reverence --

opening the action to peer down the bore. Satisfied,
carefully places it back in the trunk, when --
MAN (O.S.)
Nice ride.
Natalie turns to see an older man -- the facility MANAGER --

peering inside the space. She nods. It is.
MANAGER
I’m Dave. The manager.
He waits for her to reciprocate the introduction.
NATALIE
(deadpan)
Hi, Dave.
She doesn’t elaborate. Still, lingering --
MANAGER
Sorry, it’s just... haven’t seen
anyone in this unit since I’ve been
here. Vultures have been circling
it for years. But I keep telling
‘em, as long as the bill’s paid...
(CONTINUED)
61A.
CONTINUED:
She nods again, uninterested in having a conversation. Not

taking the hint --
MANAGER (CONT'D)
You local?
NATALIE
Was. It’s been a while since I’ve
been home.
MANAGER
Well then, welcome back.
She gives him a small smile.
NATALIE
Thanks. I wasn’t sure how it would
feel, but...
(considering)
I think it’ll be good to reconnect
with some old friends.
As she slams the trunk shut --
(CONTINUED)
62.
CONTINUED: (2)
FLASH TO:
EXT. WILDERNESS - NIGHT (UNKNOWN)
The fur-clad BUTCHER carries a steaming wooden PLANK -- a

makeshift PLATTER -- towards THE OVERSEER and a ring of
ACOLYTES waiting silently in the moonlight.
The OVERSEER turns towards a strange, masked and horned

figure (THE SHAMAN). Some unspoken agreement passing between
them. The culmination of a strange ceremony that we don’t yet
fully understand. Then, as she gestures to the congregation --
They descend, ravenous, coven-like, on the FEAST. CLOSE UPS

of grease-smeared faces, teeth hungrily ripping meat from
bone...
INT. SUNNYVIEW SENIOR HOME - HALLWAY - NIGHT (2019)
A NURSE in kitten-patterned SCRUBS walks down the hallway of

a convalescent facility, white sneakers squeaking on the
linoleum floor. Same thick glasses, hair still a mess of
frizz. We haven’t seen her in twenty-five years, but as the
NAME TAG confirms -- this is MISTY QUIGLEY, all grown up...
INT. SUNNYVIEW SENIOR HOME - ROOM - NIGHT (2019)
Misty enters carrying a small PAPER CUP containing two white

PILLS. There’s an uneaten dinner on the tray over the bed.
MISTY
Happy Friday, Mrs. DeGenaro! Time
for your meds.
(scanning her chart)
Have we been a good girl today?
The woman remains silent and still, except for her eyes --
watching as Misty approaches her bedside.
MISTY (CONT'D)
Still on a hunger strike, I see.
You know you’re never going to get
your strength up if you don’t eat.
Suddenly, Misty stops, sniffing the air. She frowns.
MISTY (CONT'D)
Gloria. Did we have another
accident?
(CONTINUED)
63.
CONTINUED:
She sets the pill cup down on the bedside table, feels the
sheets under the Patient. Definitely wet.
MISTY (CONT'D)
I told you, all you have to do is
push the button and someone will
come to help...
(shaking her head)
And I just changed those sheets.
She turns to get fresh linens when -- there’s a CLATTER

behind her. She whirls to see the dinner tray on the floor,
chicken cacciatore and applesauce splattered everywhere.
The Patient glares defiantly. Misty looks back. And smiles.
MISTY (CONT'D)
You know, I think the morphine
might be upsetting your tummy.
Maybe we should skip this dose.
The Patient shakes her head weakly as Misty calmly walks over
and snatches the pills back up. Then leans down, giving her
that familiar, simpering smile --
MISTY (CONT'D)
(low, in her ear)
Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.
And with that, Misty turns and walks out, pills in hand...
INT./EXT. NATALIE’S CAR/SUNNYVIEW SENIOR HOME - PARKING LOT -

NIGHT (2019)
Misty walks up to a small sedan, car keys in hand. She waves

to two other NURSES just arriving for the night shift.
MISTY
Happy Friday, ladies!
As they half-heartedly return the wave, rolling their eyes

behind her back --
FIND A CAR parked in the dark corner of the lot. REVEAL

NATALIE sitting behind the wheel, hood up -- watching as
Misty gets in her KIA and pulls out. Off Natalie as she turns
the ignition, eyes focused with pure, unmistakable HATE...
FLASH TO:
64.
EXT. WILDERNESS - SUNRISE - CONTINUED (UNKNOWN)
The FEAST, as the OVERSEER of the FEAST pulls back her hood
to reveal -- teenaged MISTY QUIGLEY’S FACE. Then, as we pan
over to find the WRECKAGE OF A PLANE, weathered by sun and
rain, grown over with dead winter vines...
CUT TO:
INT. SHAUNA'S HOUSE - SHAUNA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT (2019)
A dark bedroom, lit only by the glow of a small bedside lamp.

Find SHAUNA on the floor next to the bed. She holds one of
the JOURNALS in her lap; the rest surround her on the floor.
Her breath is shallow. She looks nervous. No -- she looks

afraid. Finally, Shauna steels herself, opening the cover. We
catch a glimpse of the looping teenaged cursive that fills
the page - ‘June 6th. It’s almost been two weeks. Where are
they? Where are we? Why haven’t they found us yet?’ Before --
Shauna closes her eyes. Remembering -- truly remembering --

for the first time in years. PRELAP: the sound of a WHINING
ROAR. Muted at first, then growing louder, as we SMASH TO --
INT. CHARTERED PLANE (1994)
Teen Shauna, as she GASPS awake to find herself in a cabin

now eerily dark. The engines strain, a deep, terrifying ROAR.
Somewhere behind her, someone screams. Across the aisle,
Laura Lee quietly mutters the Lord’s Prayer.
Frantic, Shauna tries to get her bearings, to make sense of

the nightmarish scene. Beside her, Jackie lies slumped, her
unused oxygen mask dangling limply overhead from the initial
loss of cabin pressure.
Shauna yanks up the window shade to see the silhouette of

mountains, close and getting closer. The ground rushing up as
they glide over a vast forest. Then, as we hear one last,
deafening bang --
END PILOT.

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Episode 101

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DATE COLOR PAGES

10/18/19 WHITE PRODUCTION DRAFT 1-64

WINE LADY’S HOUSE WILDERNESS

WISKAYOK HIGH NEW JERSEY STATE CHAMPIONSHIP

TEEN JACKIE’S HOUSE HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER

HOLISTIC HILLS RECOVERY CENTER COACH MARTINEZ’ HOUSE

TEEN SHAUNA’S HOUSE TEEN TAISSA’S APARTMENT

TEEN NATALIE’S TRAILER

TEEN LAURA LEE’S BEDROOM

TEEN LOTTIE’S HOUSE

TEEN VAN’S HOUSE

SUNNYVIEW SENIOR HOME

Sound of BREATH. Hard but steady. Inhale, exhale. An athlete,

The kind of DARKNESS you only find thousands of miles from

EXT. WILDERNESS - LATE DAY (UNKNOWN)

Slowly, our eyes adjust and we realize we’re moving through a

Our RUNNER: bare feet flying across snow-covered ground,

We do not get a clear look at her face. We will, and soon

And she is TERRIFIED...

EXT. WILDERNESS - LATE DAY - CONTINUOUS (UNKNOWN)

The Runner bolts down an incline, when -- suddenly she CRIES

Gritting her teeth, she rips it out. Regains her footing,

EXT. WILDERNESS - CLEARING - LATE DAY - CONTINUOUS (UNKNOWN)

The woods abruptly give way to a large CLEARING surrounded by

Dozens of eyes CARVED into the surrounding trees. Around

A beat, before -- an answering SHRIEK sounds somewhere beyond

Then as suddenly as it began, the woods fall totally SILENT.

Almost. Somewhere behind her, a branch CRACKS, snapping the

The snow-covered ground opening up beneath her, appearing to

EXT. WILDERNESS - TIGER PIT - LATE DAY - CONTINUOUS (UNKNOWN)

A MYSTERIOUS FIGURE in ANIMAL PELTS (THE HUNTER) emerges from

As she kneels at the edge, peering down through the jagged

ANGLE ON THE RUNNER, splayed at the bottom of the pit. Limbs

The Hunter stands, seemingly satisfied. Then, as the furs of

WOMAN’S VOICE (PRE-LAP)

INT. WINE LADY’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON (2019)

A middle-aged WOMAN shifts on a sofa in what an over-enthused

Across from her, JESSICA CRUZ (late 20’s) takes notes in a

INT. WISKAYOK HIGH - VICE-PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE - DAY (2019)

ON VICE-PRINCIPAL BERZONSKY -- 60’s, with a cultivated

INT. LILITH’S LAIR GENTLEMEN’S CLUB - BACK OFFICE - DAY

Posters of girls, cases of booze, a money counter on the

INT. RETIREMENT HOME - DAY (2019)

Wheelchairs, oxygen tanks, blaring daytime TV. ON A RETIRED

INT. WINE LADY’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON (2019)

A beat as she and Jessica stare each other down.

INT. LILITH’S LAIR GENTLEMEN’S CLUB - BACK OFFICE - DAY

ON RANDY, seeming borderline offended --

INT. WINE LADY’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON (2019)

ON WINE LADY, lighting another Newport --

INT. RETIREMENT HOME - DAY (2019)

ON the ELDERLY TEACHER, squinting aggressively --