1 EXT. RAIN FOREST, OLYMPIC NATIONAL PARK, WASHINGTON - DAWN
Moss-draped. Shadow-drenched. Tortured tree trunks twist
upward, reaching for rare sunlight.
I'd never given much thought to how I would die..
Suddenly, every creature in the forest is deadly silent. Neither
bird, beast nor insect make a noise. A predator is near.
Then, in the distance, hear a tiny SNICK - a twig snapping.
Abruptly, we're on the move. Fast.
UNKNOWN POV - MOVING
Trees start whipping past us at a dizzying speed, branches
are dodged with preternatural agility. And we're speeding
up, chasing something. It's exhilarating. Terrifying.
Finally, up ahead, we get the first glimpse of our prey -
-- running for its life as it darts through this maze of
a forest. It sprints forward, but we gain on it. Beyond the deer,
SEE the forest's edge ahead, white sunlight glowing against the
trees. The buck races for the light. We're just behind it,
about to emerge from the shadowy darkness -
The deer LEAPS into the light in a high arc, hovering (suddenly
SLOW MOTION) against the WHITE GLARE of the sun... then BAM!
The deer abruptly plummets out of frame at an unnatural angle,
leaving the WHITE GLARE to fill the screen. HOLD ON WHITENESS
But dying in the place of someone I
love seems like a good way to go..
-- Then into the WHITENESS steps the face of -
2 ISABELLA SWAN, 172
Eyes closed against the sunlight, absorbing its rays. Long,
dark hair frames alabaster skin. She's a vulnerable,
introverted, imperfect beauty.
... So I can't bring myself to
regret the decision that brought me
here to die...
The background comes into focus as we realize we're now in -
EXT. SCOTTSDALE, AZ - DAY
Bella stands at the end of a cul-de-sac on the desert's edge.
The sun blazes behind her -- she bends down and carefully
scoops a tiny BARREL CACTUS into a clay pot.
... The decision to leave home.
She stares at the cactus in a state of reverie, until
BLONDE #1 (O.S.)
BELLA'S POV - McMansion ACROSS THE STREET
Three tanned, athletic, blonde GIRLS hop into a convertible
Mercedes. Their flawless, bought-and-paid for beauty contrasts
with Bella's pale naturalness. They wave.
Good luck at your new school!
They ADLIB superficial good wishes, "Don't forget to write;"
"We'll miss you." Bella waves back, sweetly, but
halfheartedly as she steps off the curb.
Have a good..
--and trips. When she rights herself, they're already gone.
Clearly, not close friends. Bella's grown-up demeanor and
innate intelligence become apparent as -
BELLA'S MOTHER, RENE, mid 30's --exits their house --it's
low rent for this ritzy neighborhood. Rene is eclectic,
scattered, anxious, more best friend than parent. She
thrusts a cell phone at Bella.
It won't work again, baby.
You put it on hold.
Look. You also called Mexico.
Rene pushes her playfully, they laugh.
I'll figure it out. You gotta be able
to reach me and Phil on the road -
love saying that - on the road.
PHIL, 31, good looking with an athlete's body, exits the
house, carrying Bella's three suitcases with ease.
If you call crappy motels, backwater
towns and ballpark hot dogs romantic.
He puts his Phoenix Desert Dogs baseball hat on Rene's head with