OPENING CREDITS OVER QUICK CUTS:
INT. MIRANDA AND DOUG'S BEDROOM - DAWN
PUSH in on a sleeping couple in the dark. The ALARM
CLOCK reads 5:
59 AM. The woman's eyes open a secondbefore the alarm beeps and turns it off. She grabs aglass of water on her bedside table and drinks it.
Climbs out of bed past typical bedside photographs(wedding, vacation, etc.). This is MIRANDA GREY: 30,
sharp and prettier than she knows.
INT. GYM SWIMMING POOL - MORNING
Miranda slides through the water. Swimming cap on,
goggles. Her STEADY BREATHING takes us in and out of the
water. Something unsettling about this sound. Somethingslightly unsettling too about her detached manner. A
person on autopilot, recognizing only the water and theperfectly aligned lap stripes leading her path. Like
graphic metaphors for her own conscience: flat. She
emerges from the pool and self-consciously wraps herselfin a towel.
INT. COFFEEHOUSE - MORNING
Miranda pays for a pair of coffees and a newspaper.
INT. KITCHEN - MORNING
Miranda's husband DOUGLAS GREY (older, a superficialanalysis would suggest a father figure) serves breakfast.
Miranda smiles thank you and goes back to studying a casefile. He sips from his takeout coffee and reads the
newspaper. A pleasant domestic scene. It's 8:00 AM.
EXT. ST. ANNE'S HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT - MORNING
Miranda's Volvo pulls in as students amble up the steps.
Doug kisses his wife and hops out. Exemplary carpoolers.
Students are already chatting him up as Miranda drivesoff.
EXT. WOODWARD INSTITUTE - ON A SURVEILLANCE MONITOR
Miranda's car at some sort of guard gate. A BUZZER lets
her in. As the car drives past we read the plate on thewall:
"WOODWARD FORENSIC INSTITUTE"
The gate shuts behind her with a certain finality as
INT. WOODWARD INSTITUTE - MIRANDA'S OFFICE - EVENING
Stark walls. Simple decor. Bookshelves packed with theaccording psychiatric tomes and diplomas. Miranda faces
a troubled young mess of a woman, CHLOE: charismatic,
deranged and forever trying to provoke. Mid-session:
This is your stepfather who cameto visit you?
My stepfather? No. He's dead.
I killed him.
Miranda tries not to act surprised at this breakthrough.
Responds with the even keel of a trained psychiatrist.
That's the first time you admitit.
So? There's a first time for
(jotting this down)
It means you're finally past thedenial stage. This is good,
I never killed anyone who didn'tdeserve it.
You only killed your stepfather asfar as I know.
I should've taken care of mymother. She knew all along. You
remind me of her.
I remind you of your mother?
Always so put together. Like youiron your underwear. Like yourpussy is the apricot of thePromised Land and the bread of
(getting her backon track)
Let's get back to your visitorlast night.
Alright, the Devil. Why would theDevil visit you? It's alreadyhell in here, what would he have
He came to fuck an angel.
(giggles at that)
I'm his dirty angel.
Before Miranda can analyze that one, the room LIGHTS FLICKERAND DIE. Darkness. Miranda's breathing speeds up.
He grabbed me by the hair while Isucked him and usually I lovethat, I just do -- maybe you cantell me why I love it so much -but
not this time, he was just toorough -
As suddenly as it went out, now the POWER RETURNS. A
visibly uncomfortable Miranda checks the clock.