More from Carli's Kills. Cut 20 pages down to 13, so far.
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EXT. DESERT - DAY
Buzzards circle two Bureau of Land Management SUVs and a convertible Mercedes. Two BLM AGENTS stand near a small plateau in the middle of nowhere.
A sheriff’s cruiser rolls up and SHERIFF ANSON PARRIDGE gets out -- 50s, tall, completely at home in the desert. With him is a young, beefy deputy, REYMON.
BLM AGENT
Hey, Anson.
ANSON
Anybody touch anything?
BLM AGENT
My agent didn’t go all the way up on the plateau. The second he saw it, he came down and called it in.
ANSON
Why’s he over here lookin’?
BLM AGENT
The car. The buzzards.
REYMON
How’d they get that flash ride up there? It’s a city car, not for backroadin’.
ANSON
Reymon...just call in the license plate. See if we can get a name.
Reymon scurries back to the cruiser.
Anson climbs up the plateau to find --
Grady’s body staked to the ground...crawling with ants. Pieces of flesh pulled away. The empty honey bear is nearby, crawling with ants.
Anson looks at the buzzards. Heads back down to the cruiser.
ANSON (CONT’D)
Been there a couple days, at least. Ain’t gettin’ no prints, that’s for sure. Got an ID on that car yet?
REYMON
Belongs to Anastasia Greene, over in L-A.
ANSON
What?! You sure ‘bout that?
REYMON
That’s who comes up.
BY SOME DISTANT ROCKS
Carli watches the men through the sniper scope of a NEMO Omen .300 Rifle. Their voices come from her iPhone.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
Anastasia Greene? I heard that name someplace...
ANSON (O.S.)
Killed her married boyfriend then herself, few days back. In LA. But nobody said nothin’ ‘bout her car bein’ missin’.
Carli smirks.
A van approaches.
ANSON (CONT’D)
Here’s the coroner. Seal the area off.
Reymon pulls police tape from the cruiser’s trunk.
REYMON
You think that might be her, up there?
ANSON
Reymon -- that wasn’t no girl them buzzards was pickin’ at.
REYMON
Oh? Oh. OH!
Anson heads to meet the van.
Carli quietly sneaks away, smirking.
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EXT. DESERT - DAY
Buzzards circle two Bureau of Land Management SUVs and a convertible Mercedes. Two BLM AGENTS stand near a small plateau in the middle of nowhere.
A sheriff’s cruiser rolls up and SHERIFF ANSON PARRIDGE gets out -- 50s, tall, completely at home in the desert. With him is a young, beefy deputy, REYMON.
BLM AGENT
Hey, Anson.
ANSON
Anybody touch anything?
BLM AGENT
My agent didn’t go all the way up on the plateau. The second he saw it, he came down and called it in.
ANSON
Why’s he over here lookin’?
BLM AGENT
The car. The buzzards.
REYMON
How’d they get that flash ride up there? It’s a city car, not for backroadin’.
ANSON
Reymon...just call in the license plate. See if we can get a name.
Reymon scurries back to the cruiser.
Anson climbs up the plateau to find --
Grady’s body staked to the ground...crawling with ants. Pieces of flesh pulled away. The empty honey bear is nearby, crawling with ants.
Anson looks at the buzzards. Heads back down to the cruiser.
ANSON (CONT’D)
Been there a couple days, at least. Ain’t gettin’ no prints, that’s for sure. Got an ID on that car yet?
REYMON
Belongs to Anastasia Greene, over in L-A.
ANSON
What?! You sure ‘bout that?
REYMON
That’s who comes up.
BY SOME DISTANT ROCKS
Carli watches the men through the sniper scope of a NEMO Omen .300 Rifle. Their voices come from her iPhone.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
Anastasia Greene? I heard that name someplace...
ANSON (O.S.)
Killed her married boyfriend then herself, few days back. In LA. But nobody said nothin’ ‘bout her car bein’ missin’.
Carli smirks.
A van approaches.
ANSON (CONT’D)
Here’s the coroner. Seal the area off.
Reymon pulls police tape from the cruiser’s trunk.
REYMON
You think that might be her, up there?
ANSON
Reymon -- that wasn’t no girl them buzzards was pickin’ at.
REYMON
Oh? Oh. OH!
Anson heads to meet the van.
Carli quietly sneaks away, smirking.
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