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EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
JENNIFER HILLS races down from a stoop, a suitcase rolling
along behind her. Even dressed down, this city girl can't
hide her natural beauty and panache.
She makes her way across the street and to an SUV. she opens
the trunk and tosses in the suitcase among several other
She closes it, and walks to the driver's side. We see that
the entire cargo bay of the SUV is filled with boxes and
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Jennifer gets in and slams the door shut. she takes a moment
to think, to breathe. Something is weighing heavily on her
After a beat, she glances up to the rearview mirror and looks
at herself. She take a long, deep, cleansing breath, and
then she turns the key in the ignition and starts the car.
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The SUV drives off down the city street.
C1 EXT. CITY OVERPASS - DAY C1
The SUV carves its way through traffic as the city looms in
the background, growing more distant by the second.
2 INT. CAR, RURAL ROAD - DAY 2
The midday sun bakes the landscape as Jennifer drives through
a country road. A stark contrast from the city, and
Turn right up ahead.
Jennifer squints out the front windshield. The streets are
all unpaved and none of them are marked with street signs.
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Finally, Jennifer pulls into the driveway of a small house.
She picks up a piece of paper from the passenger seat, checks
the address on the house, and gets out of the car.
3 EXT. EARL'S PLACE - DAY 3
Jennifer walks up the crumbling steps of the house. On the
screen door, a wire holds a wooden sign that reads; OPEN.
The screen door SQUEAKS loudly as Jennifer pulls it open.
Jennifer cautiously steps inside.
4 INT. EARL'S PLACE - DAY 4
The sunlight shines through the dirty curtains. Dust clouds
hang motionless in the air, as if suspended in a solution.
Scattered across the floor are a variety of electronics in
various stages of disrepair. A handful of old, picture tube
TVs with their plastic casings cracked.
Jennifer walks in further, trying to not step on anything.
I'm a coming, I'm a coming.
From out of the back walks the proprietor, EARL (late-50's),
takes a double take at Jennifer, surely the prettiest thing
he's seen in a long while. He sees her standing in the
middle of the mess, suddenly aware of it. He bends down to
pick something up in a futile attempt to clean.
Sorry about the mess.
It's fine, really. I'm Jennifer
Hills. We spoke last week.
I'm the one who's renting the cabin