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INT. BUS – NIGHT

MIKEY: Rise and shine!

Jill stirs. She had passed out on the bus. The gleaming warmth of the morning sun beams through the bus window. She sits up as Devon the Vampire Girl and "Innocent Ian" lumber off the bus as an armed guard waves them off. Richie bumps her as she gets up.

JILL: (annoyed) 'Scuse you! (To Mikey) Where are we?

MIKEY: No idea. Lots of trees though!

They follow the rest of the prisoners off the bus.

EXT. PRISON COMPOUND – MORNING

Jill looks around. This doesn't look like a military compound. It looks more like a summer camp. Dozens of log cabins dart the landscape. There's a lake. And trees. Lots and lots of trees. They're surrounded by woods on all sides. A guard gently taps her with his rifle.

GUARD: Line up.

The prisoners stand in a line. Several guards stand there, rifles in hand. Out of nowhere, two middle-aged people seem to pop up out of nowhere. A man and a woman – they appear to be brother and sister. Twins in fact. And their grinning toothy smiles are oh-so-punchable. They speak in an annoyingly cheerful, peppy voice.

PEPPY MAN: Good morning boys and girls!

The prisoners stand there, silent.

PEPPY MAN: I said good morning!

One of the guards gently buts Jill in the back. She stutters out an annoyed "good morning."

PEPPY: Welcome to Camp Wick in the beautiful woods of Upstate New York! Home of the first phase of the Reclamation Initiative. I'll be one of your camp counselors, Stevie! This is my sister, Nevie!

NEVIE: Welcome! We're oh-so-delighted to have you and I'm sure we're all going to become fast friends!

JILL: (under her breath, to Mikey) Doubtful.

The guard butts her again, harder this time.

GUARD: No talking while Nevie is talking!

STEVIE: Here at Camp Wick, we'll teach you how to focus your more … negative … impulses into positive outlets! We'll have all sorts of fun together! Arts and crafts! Swimming lessons! Hikes through the beautiful scenic trails!

DEVON: Sounds lame.

NEVIE: Ooooh, looks like we have a Grumpy Gus among us!

STEVIE: That's okay! At Camp Wick, we'll turn your frowns upside down! No one ever leaves Camp Wick with a frown!

NEVIE: No one! We'll fix you right-up – or die trying!

Out of one of the cabins emerges an older man. Walrus-like moustache. Greying hair. He wears a crisp suit and tie, though it's frayed in some areas. A clipboard is clutched in his hands.

STEVIE: Ah, looks like our project manager is here! Everyone, say hello to DR. SARIUS!

Dr. Sarius thumbs through his clipboard. He smiles under his walrus moustache.

DR. SARIUS: Welcome. I know this seems … what was the word you used … lame? But I assure you, this new therapy is cutting-edge! With some effort on your part, I assure you your murderous impulses will be no more.

DEVON: I just don't see the point of it. Why does it matter? We're gonna be stuck in jail for the rest of our lives –.

DR. SARIUS: (interrupting) That remains to be seen.

A small spark of hope rises in the prisoners.

DR. SARIUS: The courts have agreed. If you follow our instructions precisely, if you show signs that the therapy is working … the court of appeals will review your cases on an individual basis. Your sentences may be … reconsidered. You'll still be under surveillance if you're paroled. You will never fully have your old lives back. But some freedom is better than no freedom, no?

The prisoners shrug in agreement. Dr. Sarius is pacing, his voice taking on a warning tone.

DR. SARIUS: This is a very serious matter. I expect you to maintain the utmost maturity. Be warned – the camp is under constant surveillance.

He points to trees. Jill narrows her eyes – she sees cameras almost perfectly hidden in the branches.

DR. SARIUS: Guards patrol the boundaries. Be warned – escape attempts will not be successful. We have been authorized to use military force to ensure you do not go loose. Military-grade snipers are hidden, watching at all times. They are authorized to shoot to kill. And if by some miracle, you escape our snipers – you're surrounded by miles of woods. You will not make it far. Be sure to listen to Nevie and Stevie at all times. Disobedience will not be tolerated.

He turns, adjusts his tie, and walks back towards his cabin. Nevie and Stevie continue with their unsettling grins.

NEVIE: So who's ready for arts and crafts?

The guards lead the prisoners away towards their cabins. Devon clearly shows that she thinks it's a load of B.S. Ian is protesting his innocence. Richie, hands in his pockets, remains completely aloof. He makes eye contact with Jill and flashes her a wry grin before she's led off to the girl's cabin.

INT. GIRL'S CABIN – MORNING

Jill is handed a knapsack by a guard containing basic hygiene necessities. She places it on the bed nearest to the door. A hand grabs her shoulder. Babie, the big former drug dealer.

BABIE: I always get the bunk closet to the door.

JILL: Well we don't all always get what we want.

Babie's arm tightens on her shoulder.

BABIE: I always do.

Nevie and Stevie enter the cabin and see what's going on.

NEVIE: Now girls, we're not fighting here, are we?

STEVIE: Fighting is not allowed. If there's any altercation, it'll be met with swift … punishment.

NEVIE: All rule-breakers will go to Cabin 3. We're not rule-breakers, now are we girls?

Jill angrily grabs her knapsack and relents, giving Babie the big bunk. She goes to a cot nearest the far end of the room.

STEVIE: Uh, not so fast there, Jillian. You have an appointment!

JILL: I do?

NEVIE: Yes, silly! Your first therapy session with one of our best therapists!

JILL: Dr. Sarius?

STEVIE: Oh no, he's too busy for that. Each of you will be assigned your own case-worker. You'll have daily meetings with them. Some of you will have several meetings a day. Jill, your first meeting with your therapist Lance begins now.

JILL: I can hardly wait.

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INT. THERAPY CABIN – MORNING

Jill sits on a couch in another cabin. Diagrams of the brain litter the walls and posters with syrupy, positive mantras – most likely written by Stevie and Nevie – are written throughout. Jill stares at a clock. Half past eight. Her therapist sure isn't one for punctuality.

Behind her, the door opens. A harried looking young man enters. Obviously LANCE, her therapist.

LANCE: Sorry I'm late. Came all the way from Jersey, traffic was a nightmare.

He places a briefcase down on a desk and removes his coat. He's not wearing a professional suit or anything like that. Simply casual clothing. Jill takes him in fully. He looks rather young, only a few years older than her. Square jawline, strong chiseled features – okay, maybe this won't be so bad.

LANCE: (looking up at her) Ah, where are my manners! (extends his hand, she shakes it) You can call me Lance! I'll be your therapist during your stay here.

JILL: I'm sorry, but -.

LANCE: Don't be sorry, if you have something to say, you can feel free to say it. No matter how personal, uncouth – heck, feel free to even curse me out! Though don't let Nevie and Stevie hear you, they have a strict no-swearing-policy!

JILL: Okay. This place is bullshit.

LANCE: (nodding) Yeah. Yeah it is.

JILL: You agree?

LANCE: Of course. Well, not Dr. Sarius. He's a genius. But the whole camp thing, plus Nevie and Stevie – it's all really dumb. But, as your court-appointed therapist, I'll be here to make sure you don't languish in lameness.

Lance sits down across from her, crosses his leg.

LANCE: So Jill … why don't you tell me about yourself?

JILL: What's there to tell? It's all in my case file, isn't it?

LANCE: A case file only tells me so much. I want to hear about you – from you. Who is Jill Roberts?

JILL: I'm nobody.

LANCE: Nobody is nobody.

JILL: Didn't know you were a Star Wars fan.

LANCE: I'm not but it's a true statement. Why do you say you're nobody?

JILL: Because that's all I was to everybody.

LANCE: And who is everybody?

JILL: (seeing him jotting notes) Are you writing this down?

LANCE: I have to take down your responses of course. Let's start with your Mother, Kate. What was your relationship with her like?

JILL: We didn't have one.

LANCE: In what regard?

JILL: She drank. Went out. Partied. Never had time for me really.

LANCE: And so how did you channel those feelings?

JILL: Movies.

LANCE: Oh? And how did the movies help you?

JILL: They let me escape. They let me see other people have happy endings, romances, friends.

LANCE: You mentioned romances? Is that what you were seeking? Love?

JILL: Well doesn't everybody?

LANCE: You felt unloved by your mother so you sought love elsewhere?

JILL: Yeah. Yeah, I guess I did.

LANCE: Let's explore that. What happened?

JILL: You mean Trevor?

LANCE: Trevor Sheldon, one of the victims of the Reboot Murders. He was on your kill list, but according to your statements you decided not to kill him. Did you love him?

Beat.

LANCE: Jill?

Jill looks down at her hand. She's wearing the ring Trevor had given her a few years ago. It feels like just yesterday.

JILL: (looking up) Yeah. Yeah I guess I did.

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EXT. LANCE'S CABIN – MORNING

Lance follows Jill out the door.

LANCE: I'll see you again this afternoon for your PM session. But I want you to think about everything we talked about today. And I want you to explore the word you used this morning – "nobody." Let's talk later about how that factored into your need to kill for fame.

JILL: Okay, fine. But while we're on the topic, Doc –

LANCE: - Lance.

JILL: - Lance. What word would you use to describe yourself?

LANCE: That's fair. If we're going to have a positive relationship during your stay, it's only fair I share some of myself with you. "Quid-pro-quo" as the saying goes. If I had to use a word to describe myself, I'd use the word "disappointment."

JILL: Why?

LANCE: We can explore that later –

JILL: Lance, if you want me to open up to you, don't you have to gain my trust?

Lance smiles at her, surveying her.

LANCE: Fair enough. I told you I thought this whole scheme was lame. But Dr. Sarius is a genius, he has never failed to cure a patient. I saw this as my chance for redemption.

JILL: Redemption?

LANCE: I was a prodigy – not bragging, just a fact. I skipped a few years of high school, went straight to college and grad school. Studied clinical therapy. Graduated last year. I was on top of the world, thought myself infallible. Got my first patient and …

JILL: And?

LANCE: She committed suicide. While under my care.

JILL: I'm sorry.

LANCE: Don't be. We all have failures, Jill. Some worse than others. (Beat) I'll see you later, for our next session.

He turns to enter the cabin. Jill calls after him.

JILL: Lance!

He stops and turns, staring at her.

JILL: (Beat) Thank you for sharing that with me. I understand how hard it is.

Lance smiles at her, before vanishing back into his cabin, leaving her standing alone on his doorstep.