1.View of the Town Of Bailey Downs
2.Bailey Downs Sign (Swinging in the Wind)
3.Womans Back Garden
Woman is clearing up leaves in the garden and her son is playing in the sand box.
She cheerfully looks up and over at her son. Her son touches his face and there is blood on his fingers. Woman walks over and bends down.
Woman: What have you got there? (Gasps)
Woman picks up blood covered dog paw and drops it. Grabs her son and runs round to the side of the house.
Woman (continued): Baxter?? (Screams)
Son: (screams)
Baxter(Dog) Is lying on the ground covered in blood. Intestines and organs are lying all around him. Camera zooms in on Baxters dog house. Around the edge it has been scratched and blood is everywhere. It goes through the little door.
Cut to:
Garage Door opening. Brigitte (Emily Perkins) walks out carrying bleach, watering can, etc.etc. Woman Comes running out from her house.
Woman: (Screaming) It got our dog,
Boys playing hockey Stop and stare. Then they carry on playing.
Woman (Continued): it got baxter. (Starts crying really loudly)
A dog is barking in the back ground. Brigitte is staring around everywhere. She turns to the dog.
Brigitte: Shut up Norman.
Brigitte walks off.
In Ginger-Ann's (Katharine Isabelle) and Brigittes room. The t.v is on.
T.V: Can This Happen To A Normal Woman? (Words appear on screen)
Ginger lifts her wrist and places a knife across it. She moves the knife around as if she is finding the best way to slit her wrists. Brigitte enters still holding the bleach etc etc.
Brigitte: Baxters Fertilizer.
Turns and closes the bedroom door.
Brigitte (Continued): And everyones just standing there...like staring. Why don't they just catch that thing. How hard could it be in a place full of dead ends.
Ginger: (Throws her hand down with the knife in it) FUCK! Wrists are for girls. (Lies back and holds the knife up to her throat) Im slitting my throat. You should definitly hang.
Brigitte is putting the Bleach away on a place filled with bleach and weed killer.
Brigitte: Maybe even your final moments a cliche around here.
Ginger half sits up.
Ginger: Not ours. B ours 'ill rock.
Brigitte: You don't think our deaths should be a little more than cheap entertainment?
Ginger points the knife at her.
Ginger: You jazzed me on this. Don't woose out now.
Ginger brings the knife back.
Brigitte gets up and crosses her arms.
Brigitte: It's the idea of everyone staring at me just lying there. I mean what if they just laugh.
Brigitte sits down on her bed.
Ginger: They'll be in aww. (Sits up) B suicides like the ultimate fuck you.
Brigitte: See it's easy for you, you don't care.
Ginger: We said we'd go together one way or another.
Brigitte: When we were 8?
Ginger: So?
Holds up her hand in front of brigitte to reveal lots of scars on the palm of her hand.