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INT. CAMP WICK – LANCE'S CABIN – EVENING
Jill is thrust through the doorway into her therapist Lance's cabin by a guard who glares at her wordlessly, rifle held low, but ready for use if need be. Jill glares back defiantly, before sitting back down on the couch. The guard closes the door behind him. She's alone and looks around. No one in sight. Lance is running late again.
Her eyes dart to the window. She could make another escape attempt. But her eyes fall on Lance's desk. His notes about her from their earlier session. Jill looks around again, before getting up and thumbing through his notes.
Intelligent. Brave and defiant. However, shows signs of neediness, a determination to prove herself.
Jill snorts.
JILL: I am not needy.
She reads another note from Lance.
… finding myself unusually attracted to her … must refrain … do not need a repeat incident …
The door opens and Jill quickly thrusts the paperwork back down as Lance comes in. No time to get back to the couch – she leans against the desk as though waiting for him. He nods, tosses his briefcase aside.
LANCE: Jill. Sorry I'm late, ready to get started?
Jill stares at him, arms folded.
LANCE: Jill?
JILL: What kind of fucked up place is this?
LANCE: Come again?
JILL: You kill your prisoners? That what this is?
LANCE: Jill -.
JILL: Force us to walk forty miles? To exhaustion? This isn't therapy! This is – I don't even know what this is!
LANCE: Jill -.
He takes a step forward. Jill grabs a penknife from his desk and waves it threateningly.
JILL: I read your files.
LANCE: You -.
JILL: You got some kinda sick attraction to me on top of things?
LANCE: You're not supposed to -.
JILL: And if I don't give you exactly what you want, you gonna kill me like Ian?
LANCE: Ian?
JILL: Don't fucking play dumb.
Lance sits down on the couch, hands up, showing her he's not threatening her.
LANCE: Jill – what are you talking about?
JILL: Ian is dead!
LANCE: What do you mean?
JILL: Nevie and Stevie killed him. Threw him off a cliff! Just for being sick! Is that my fate? If I don't sleep with you or something, you gonna throw me off a cliff Lance?
LANCE: Look, I shouldn't written about my … attraction to you in your file … but what is this about Ian?
JILL: You got wax in your ears? He's dead. Murdered!
LANCE: I'm sure you're just -.
JILL: If you fucking say I'm confused, so help me -.
LANCE: Off a cliff?
JILL: Right over the edge.
LANCE: But – Dr. Sarius -.
JILL: Go ask him if you don't believe me.
LANCE: I will. But -.
JILL: I won't run. It's not like I'll get far any way with those snipers in the trees. Go ahead, ask him. Oh, and another thing – I'm keeping your personal records. You don't let me out of here, I'll expose your perverted little kinks for your patients.
LANCE: Jill, I'm on your side (takes a step).
JILL: (holds up the pen knife) Don't come a step closer.
LANCE: I'll ask about Ian. If there's any truth, I swear I'll get you out of here. I promise. Just – just don't try to run or anything, okay?
JILL: Fine. I won't.
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INT. DR. SARIUS' CABIN – EVENING
Dr. Sarius is sitting in his cabin. Nevie and Stevie stand behind him as he removes several pills from a pillbox.
DR. SARIUS: This'll help them sleep. Be sure the cafeteria workers put it in their evening meals.
STEVIE: Righty-O Doc.
There's a knock at the door. Dr. Sarius hides the pillbox and motions for Nevie and Stevie. They answer the door to find Lance standing there.
LANCE: Doctor, could I have a word?
Dr. Sarius turns back to his desk and nods. Nevie and Stevie grin at Lance as they exit, closing the door behind him, leaving him alone with the doctor.
DR. SARIUS: I trust you had a productive first day with Miss Roberts? The other therapists reportedly did with their patients.
LANCE: She … she said something disturbing.
DR. SARIUS: She's a convict, a lot of things they say are disturbing.
LANCE: She … seems to be under the impression that one of the other inmates is dead.
Dr. Sarius perks up.
DR. SARIUS: Dead?
LANCE: Ian. Jill seems to be under the impression that Nevie and Stevie -.
DR. SARIUS: Ian was removed from the premises this afternoon. He was complaining of stomach aches, we rushed him to an emergency room.
LANCE: She seemed so sure -.
DR. SARIUS: You're a psychologist like me. What would you characterize her behavior as?
LANCE: Paranoid. Possibly schizophrenic delusions … but Ian -.
Dr. Sarius tosses Lance a folder. Lance opens it – sees Ian's case file. Sees a report – transferred to a hospital not far from there.
DR. SARIUS: You didn't seriously believe her delusions?
LANCE: No … no, I just had to confirm … thank you doctor.
DR. SARIUS: Perhaps it would be best if you and Miss Roberts waited until tomorrow to continue your sessions.
LANCE: Yes. Yes, I think that would be best.
DR. SARIUS: Feel free to stay the night.
LANCE: No, I have a hotel not far from here. I think I need to lie down.
He turns and leaves. Dr. Sarius waits a moment. He presses a button on an intercom and speaks into it.
DR. SARIUS: Nevie … I think it would be prudent to begin the treatment on the Roberts girl first. Tonight.
INT. JILL'S CABIN – NIGHT
Jill lies awake in her cabin. She stares at the ceiling. Lance did seem sincere when he said he didn't know anything about Ian.
Hmm, and he mentioned an attraction to her. Heck, he was only a few years older. Why not? She did find him rather cute. She stared down at her hand – the only personal affect she was allowed to keep. The ring Trevor had given her. A pang of guilt stabbed at her.
Around her, her cabinmates are snoring. Welp, she'd get no sleep tonight.
THUNK.
Something thuds outside. Jill shoots up in bed. Devon and Babie are still snoozing away, undisturbed. Maybe it was just her imagination?
Maybe.
She lies back down.
THUNK.
There it was again!
Jill climbs out of bed. Something is tapping on her door outside. Draping herself in a blanket, she steps through the cabin door, slowly stepping outside.
EXT. CAMP WICK – NIGHT
Jill stands in the doorway. She was sure that she was already in the sights of the snipers in the trees. She looks around.
JILL: Keep it together, girl.
She turned – a fluffy white rabbit was thumping its foot against the wall. She sighs. That's what she's been hearing. The rabbit turns its little nose up at her staring. She needs a little bit of sunshine in her life. She kneels down, hand out.
JILL: Hey little guy.
The rabbit stares, its nose twitching. It turns and hops off. Jill sighs. She stands up.
A FIGURE IN A BROWN ROBE AND A CARTOON BUNNY MASK IS BEHIND HER! HE COVERS HER MOUTH IN A SCARF – SHE INHALES FUMES. HER EYES ROLL BACK INTO HER HEAD AND SHE LOSES CONSCIOUSNESS.
INT. MYSTERIOUS CABIN – NIGHT
Jill wakes, her mind foggy and vision blurry. She's strapped to a chair. She struggles – she can't move. Music is playing on a loudspeaker. "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by Judy Garland. Jill struggles with her bindings.
In front of her is a television screen. It's playing The Wizard of Oz. But the movie is weird – Dorothy is skipping down the Yellow Brick Road with the Scarecrow, Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion. But the movie is intercut, spliced with horrific scenes of blood and gore, mixed with scenes of porn. Sadistic porn.
JILL: Hello? What the fuck is this?
The music grows louder.
The man in the brown robe with the smiling bunny mask appears before her. This time he's not alone. Several others stand around her in robes and smiling, woodland animal masks.
BUNNY MAN: Welcome Jill.
JILL: What the hell is this?
BUNNY MAN: Your treatment.
He snaps his fingers. A mouse-masked woman hands him a bowl of steaming hot soup.
BUNNY MAN: How about some late-night dinner?
JILL: I'm not hungry.
BUNNY MAN: I'm trying to help you Jill. You're sick. You need to get better.
The Mouse Woman stands behind Jill, gripping her head. The Bunny Man shoves a steaming hot spoon of soup into her mouth. Jill screams – it's scalding hot. It burns her mouth! Another spoonful – it's excruciatingly hot.
JILL: Please – no more!
BUNNY MAN: We don't leave empty bowls around here. Here at Camp Wick, we clean our plates.
Another scalding spoonful. Jill shrieks, struggling against her bindings. The Mouse Woman grips her head, opens her mouth and at the same time forces her to stare at the horrific version of The Wizard of Oz on the screen.
BUNNY MAN: We're trying to help you, Jill. Help you get better. You're sick.
JILL: I feel fine! Please!
BUNNY MAN: No, not physically. You're mentally ill, Jill. You imagine things that never happened. Ian, for instance.
Another scalding spoonful. This time, he rakes the roof of her mouth with the tip of her spoon. Layers of white skin scrape off from the roof of her mouth, like when you bite into a too-hot slice of pizza.
JILL: You sick fucks! You killed Ian!
BUNNY MAN: It's your sickness. You only thought you saw us kill him.
MOUSE WOMAN: Ian is not here, Jill.
BUNNY MAN: He was never here!
JILL: Yes he was – I talked to him.
Another scraping, scalding spoonful.
BUNNY MAN: There never was an Ian.
JILL: What the fuck are you trying to do?
BUNNY MAN: We're trying to help you Jill. You agree, right? There never was an Ian?
JILL: Of course I don't agree! He's real, I saw him!
BUNNY MAN: Don't make things difficult on yourself, Jill. Help us. Help us help you.
JILL: You sick fucks, when I get out of here -.
The Bunny Man snaps his fingers. Another robed figure – one in a smiling cartoon fox mask – enters holding a cage. Inside is the fluffy white bunny Jill saw earlier. The Bunny Man places the bowl aside. He rolls up his sleeves as the Fox Man opens the cage. The bunny inside squeals, tries to escape – the Bunny Man grabs him with one hand and places him on a small table in front of Jill.
JILL: What are you -.
The Bunny Man produces a jagged knife and holds the bunny down.
BUNNY MAN: There never was an Ian, Jill. I need you to understand that.
The bunny is screeching, trying to escape.
JILL: Leave it alone!
BUNNY MAN: It's too late. You won't cooperate.
JILL: Ian isn't real! Okay, I said it!
BUNNY MAN: But you don't mean it. Come on, Jill. Help this little guy out. Help yourself out.
JILL: How can I just erase someone from my mind?
MOUSE WOMAN: We understand. It isn't easy to be sane.
BUNNY MAN: If you could, would you erase Ian?
JILL: Yes, yes please just leave the rabbit alone!
BUNNY MAN: I believe you, Jill. I believe you want to help us help you. I believe you want to be sane. But unfortunately, there must be consequences for your initial defiance …
SWISH! THUD!
Jill looks away, unable to stomach the site of the now vivisected rabbit. The Mouse Woman forces her head to stare on the carnage – behind it, the horrific version of The Wizard of Oz is still playing. The Mouse Woman places a device on Jill's head – with thin wires to keep her eyes open, keep her eyes fixed on the movie and on the poor rabbit.
BUNNY MAN: We'll leave you to mull over what we said. A night here will do you some good. Oh, and one more thing.
The Bunny Man produces a small body of a Monarch butterfly. He places it on Jill's head. She's beyond horrified, beyond traumatized … she stares helplessly at the movie as the masked figures exit one by one. The Bunny Man is the last out.
We zoom in on Jill's tear-stained face, her eyes reddening from moisture.
The door closes, leaving her alone in the darkness.