Lora enters the room, jumping over the man's lying body. She
quickly scans it for exit.
It's then when she catches the sight of an -- ARMY SNIPER
RIFLE -- optical sight mounted on, large piece of weapon,
M-76, Yugoslav model.
It is adequately placed on a holder facing the outside of a
large - customized size window looking over the hills.
Lora instinctively goes for the rifle, but is still engaged
by the man who catches her leg from behind.
She drops down, losing her escape momentum.
The man raises slowly before her, almost closing the door
exit with his corpus.
He spits devilish fire from his eyes as he moves closer to
Lora.
Another PERSON jumps on man's back, taking him off the
course for a split second.
It's a man's wife, going berserk for whatever reason, now
attacking her husband wild.
She YELLS out but doesn't really produce a voice.
The man overcomes her, slamming her on the floor. He looses
his notice of Lora as he turns all his rage toward his wife.
He grabs her by her neck, both hands, and starts strangling
her.
The wife opens her mouth wide in an expression of horror.
Most of her tongue is actually missing, it looks like been
cut off.
Lora slowly gathers herself. Using all her strength, she
takes the sniper rifle and points it at the man.
The man spots approaching danger, and loses grip on his wife
who just dropped dead or became unconscious.
He turns his full attention to Lora.
THE MAN
What you gonna do?
LORA
Stay the fuck BACK!
The man starts approaching.
THE MAN
You know...to operate that?
Lora tries firing the rifle. It doesn't move. She's in
trouble. No time to examine it.
THE MAN (CONT'D)
No bullet...no shoot...
He stars moving onto Lora.
Lora swings her head left-right in the last hope of
surviving the situation.
She spots a large BAYONET - STYLE knife on the table next to
her.
Quickly grabs it and mounts it to the rifle, actually being
pretty good at it.
The man jumps at her same instance only -- to get stabbed
right to his chest.
He drops to his knees, looking at an enlarging red circle
below.
Looks at Lora.
THE MAN (CONT'D)
You...
LORA
You shouldn't thank my brother for
THIS!
Lora jams the bayonet mounted rifle into mans neck, almost
slicing his head off.
The man drops down dead.
Lora takes a moment to calm down. She spots the wife still
lying motionless.
She goes next to her, checking her life signs.
The wife is barely alive. She tries to say something to
Lora.
THE WIFE
Be...be...bebe...
LORA
The baby? Yes, I'll check the baby,
don't worry...
The wife passes out.
Lora stands up. She carefully exits the wrecked door out of
the room.
Baby CRYING is heard O.S. Lora moves that direction, however
half-open customised door burns her curiosity.
It is pitch black inside.
Lora takes a peek. She slightly opens the door a little
more.
LORA
Hello? Anyone there?
(beat)
Ivan?
No reply. Lora decides to move within. Shakes her head to
the wall trying to locate the switch.
She finds it.
The space around Lora is illuminated with a common bulb
hanging from the top.
The stairs roll down before her. Nothing more to see from
her P.O.V.
Lora starts descending the stairs carefully, holding both
hands on the walls.
As she's mid-way down, she spots some dark thing peaking
from the angle on the ground.
LORA (CONT'D)
(nervously)
Hello? N e k o j...?
No sound coming from within. Lora goes down all the way,
turns to see what was the thing.
Backpacks. All three of them, dusty, and full of holes just
like she last saw them.
Lora bursts to despair, but covers her mouth not to throw a
sound.
She lowers down next to the backpack, and searches around.
No cell-phone in sight.
LORA (CONT'D)
Shit! Where are the fucking phones?
She looks around. The space gives her a sense of something
much larger than a plain basement.
She carefully looks for another switch to find.
She finds it, and the lights go on.
Lora turns around in amazement. It's not a basement - it's a
God damned museum.
Memorabilia everywhere, dozens of pictures, all framed, and
hung on the wall.
The corners of the basement are filled in with other
rucksacks, backpacks, stuff that once belonged to someone
just like them.
Trophy weapons - Sabres, bayonets...
Lora does not know where to start looking. She's taken by
the complexity she found underneath a lone house in the
middle of nowhere.
She goes closer to the pictures on the wall.
She studies them...quickly getting to know their horrible
exposition.
She covers her mouth in disgust.
All pictures show one and only person - the man she killed
upstairs. Now, much younger and in a camouflage uniform.
He poses next to his game...HUMANS.
Some are older, some younger, all killed with a gunshots,
horribly disfigured.
There are even pictures of toddlers and children, lied down,
exposed in a line like dead squirrels.
The man looks like has been doing this for a long time,
different war zones, different continents...some pictures
suggest, Bosnia, Syria, Ukraine, Middle Africa...
Lora takes her away from the horror captured in time. Still
one more picture laid on the table catches her attention. It
is separate, and unframed looks like long forgotten among
the other stuff.
It shows a beautiful, young WOMAN in her super-pro
mountaineer gear next to some people she cared about.
Lora is stunned.
On a closer inspection, she recognizes the tongue-less
"wife" from upstairs.
LORA (CONT'D)
Oh, God...what did he do to you...?
Lora moves to the pile of equipment located in one corner of
the next chamber.
She slowly ensures no one is there and then storms the pile
in search of cell phones.
Trying to get one of the rucksacks buried deeper, Lora jerks
with it, stumbling down and hitting a HUMAN-LIKE FIGURE
behind her.
She is paralyzed. She slowly turns around to find --
-- a STATUE-like object placed in the blind corner. White
sheet covers it in full.
Lora is hesitant to do the obvious. She grabs the sheet with
her hand.
Slips it off in one move.
Her jaw drops at the sight in front of her.
A FULLY NAKED BODY OF A YOUNG GIRL STUFFED IN STANDING
POSITION.
Lora backs away, frightened and dazzled by what she sees.
Her urge to vomit bends her down.
She calms down, and takes another look at the grotesque.
The girl is almost doll-like, glazed all over her body,
crumpled the death face and sawn up the left ear.
Lora doesn't recognize her, but this is the same girl seen
at the downhill verge at the beginning.
Lora takes a moment to settle her emotions. She cannot stand
this basement any longer but she must find the phone.
She turns around for another search attempt - but SOMEONE
ALIVE appears right before her.
A blunt hit sends Lora off...
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN:
Lora slowly comes to herself, still seeing blurred. A FIGURE
is standing in front of her holding something.
It just observes her, waiting for her to focus.
Lora shakes her head. Now she sees more clearly.
And she sees LAKI, the man from the pipeline standing in
front of her holding the baby boy in his arm, conforming
him.
Below in the corner, the slayed man's wife is lying still
unconscious or maybe dead.
Lora finds herself tied to a wooden chair. No way out.
Laki amuses the baby not quite interested at Lora for the
moment.
He tickles it gently saying something in native to it, baby
laughs.
Lora finally comes together 100%. She recognizes the man
standing in front of her.
LORA
You're that guy...from the
pipeline...please help me.
LAKI
(still on the baby)
Isn't he beautiful? Going to be
strong hunter one day...like his
father...
LORA
(realizing)
Oh God...please...
LAKI
God? You can find him in that house
of stone up there...maybe...not
here, for sure...
He takes the baby boy, and neatly places him on a small
cradle on the table. He tucks him in a blanket. Returns to
Lora.
LAKI (CONT'D)
But we have some magic here...
(beat)
And magic started some time after
my brother came from war. You know,
as little boys we went hunting
every day with our father. Yes,
rabbits, maybe deer sometime...but
that is no hunt really. You kill to
eat...and that's it.
(beat)
Now when my brother came back, he
told me another way to kill...to
make you
feel...alive...forever...just like
magic.
He walks around like introducing the place.
LAKI (CONT'D)
So we build this place...a
home...he came back with a lot of
money. You, Americans call it a dog
of war, something like that...well
dog or not, it paid him big time.
Then we start hunting...tourists,
like you. He knows English, he
learns me English so we are
more...polite.
(chuckles)
But that was not very safe. Someone
gets away, tells police, and we are
in trouble.
(beat)
But then pipeline gets build. And I
apply to work up there, my brother
stays here...and you get to work
from home, like Americans! Popular
these days. It's safer and more
precise.
He comes extremely close to Lora.
LAKI (CONT'D)
Did you know, my brother killed an
American soldier in Somalia...2500
meters off? Yea, that was how good
he was...you saw, right?
LORA
Fuck you!
Laki backs up.
LAKI
Yes! That is why we chosen you!
Fierce little bitch!
LORA
You and your guttered brother can
GO TO HELL!
LAKI
Yes...I will miss him. But he
completed the mission for me. You
see, he already had...
(turns to the woman
lying)
...his wife...my dear sister in
law. She was like you, lioness!
Gave him good son. This is the
point, my sweet girl. Strong woman
gives strong children...like us.
Children that can survive.
(points to his head and
chest)
In here and in here...
He circles Lora like a caged predator.
LORA
You're just a bunch of whacked
losers! Nothing more...
LAKI
You maybe heard the legend of the
monastery?
Laki distances himself toward the table. Unpacks some tools
from the paper bag.
LAKI (CONT'D)
About the monk and his wife?
(beat)
Well, as you Americans say...truth
is always stranger than fiction...
(MORE)
LAKI (CONT'D) (cont'd)
(beat)
There was a monk, you know...long,
long time ago. But before he became
monk, he was a killer. Killed
everything that moved, woman,
children, old people...just liking
it so much, war was just an excuse.
(beat)
But it came over his head...he was
afraid of God. So he go to
monastery and became monk to pay
for his sins. After some time, he
catches this woman...very strong,
like you...and he brings her to the
monastery. He was not allowed to
have wife according to God,
but...he was still a little wild
inside...so he makes a child...my
grandfather.
(beat)
People find out, they killed him,
but the woman and child escape.
She, then raises her son in true
manner.
Laki comes next to Lora holding pliers and a knife in his
hands.
LAKI (CONT'D)
Silence...
LORA
No! NO! You fucking don't dare!
LAKI
So we do the legacy with
generations, as you see.
(beat)
You were strong enough and for that
I respect you. I will give you
choice. You can become my wife, but
in silence...or you can go back to
the trail for another try.
(beat)
I'm not as good as my brother with
a gun...but I'll provide you a fair
game.
LORA
Fuck you! No!
LAKI
I really need a wife then...
Laki starts applying measures to open Lora's mouth. She
fights off, but little she can do tied up.
Her eye glimpses something down. She shakes her head off the
Laki's grip.
LORA
All right! All right! I wanna go
back to the trail! I wanna...
Laki backs off, puzzled. He wasn't expecting this.
LAKI
Oh...
The wife from behind managed to crawl all the way to the
Laki's leg, and whom Lora had noticed, takes an animal bite
of Laki.
Laki SCREAMS in pain, almost falling down.
He grabs his wife by her hair, jerking her off his leg.
LAKI (CONT'D)
Kurva!!!
With the knife still in his hand, he punches her in the neck
piercing her all the way through.
The wife is dead in that instance.
Laki gets up, trying to get ahold of the situation, when he
notices --
-- Lora - now up on her feet, bent, storms right at him all
with the chair still attached to her.
With the strength of an Amazon-woman, Lora crashes into Laki
driving him backwards all the way to the wall.
Laki hits the wall hard, bouncing his head against the
concrete. He goes down.
Lora appears over him, her eyes glowing with rage.
Laki gazes at her half-conscience.
LAKI (CONT'D)
You fucking Americans...
LORA
I'm a Canadian, you ignorant piece
a shit!
She turns around, chair facing Laki, and drops on him like a
bomb.
A LOUD CRASH.
FADE TO BLACK
A Lora's voice HUMMING "Hush little baby" is heard.
FADE IN:
— ⑩
INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUES
Lora enters the room, jumping over the man's lying body. She
quickly scans it for exit.
It's then when she catches the sight of an -- ARMY SNIPER
RIFLE -- optical sight mounted on, large piece of weapon,
M-76, Yugoslav model.
It is adequately placed on a holder facing the outside of a
large - customized size window looking over the hills.
Lora instinctively goes for the rifle, but is still engaged
by the man who catches her leg from behind.
She drops down, losing her escape momentum.
The man raises slowly before her, almost closing the door
exit with his corpus.
He spits devilish fire from his eyes as he moves closer to
Lora.
Another PERSON jumps on man's back, taking him off the
course for a split second.
It's a man's wife, going berserk for whatever reason, now
attacking her husband wild.
She YELLS out but doesn't really produce a voice.
The man overcomes her, slamming her on the floor. He looses
his notice of Lora as he turns all his rage toward his wife.
He grabs her by her neck, both hands, and starts strangling
her.
The wife opens her mouth wide in an expression of horror.
Most of her tongue is actually missing, it looks like been
cut off.
Lora slowly gathers herself. Using all her strength, she
takes the sniper rifle and points it at the man.
The man spots approaching danger, and loses grip on his wife
who just dropped dead or became unconscious.
He turns his full attention to Lora.
THE MAN
What you gonna do?
LORA
Stay the fuck BACK!
The man starts approaching.
THE MAN
You know...to operate that?
Lora tries firing the rifle. It doesn't move. She's in
trouble. No time to examine it.
THE MAN (CONT'D)
No bullet...no shoot...
He stars moving onto Lora.
Lora swings her head left-right in the last hope of
surviving the situation.
She spots a large BAYONET - STYLE knife on the table next to
her.
Quickly grabs it and mounts it to the rifle, actually being
pretty good at it.
The man jumps at her same instance only -- to get stabbed
right to his chest.
He drops to his knees, looking at an enlarging red circle
below.
Looks at Lora.
THE MAN (CONT'D)
You...
LORA
You shouldn't thank my brother for
THIS!
Lora jams the bayonet mounted rifle into mans neck, almost
slicing his head off.
The man drops down dead.
Lora takes a moment to calm down. She spots the wife still
lying motionless.
She goes next to her, checking her life signs.
The wife is barely alive. She tries to say something to
Lora.
THE WIFE
Be...be...bebe...
LORA
The baby? Yes, I'll check the baby,
don't worry...
The wife passes out.
Lora stands up. She carefully exits the wrecked door out of
the room.
INT. HALLWAY
Baby CRYING is heard O.S. Lora moves that direction, however
half-open customised door burns her curiosity.
It is pitch black inside.
Lora takes a peek. She slightly opens the door a little
more.
LORA
Hello? Anyone there?
(beat)
Ivan?
No reply. Lora decides to move within. Shakes her head to
the wall trying to locate the switch.
She finds it.
INT. ROOM - ON STAIRS - CONTINUES
The space around Lora is illuminated with a common bulb
hanging from the top.
The stairs roll down before her. Nothing more to see from
her P.O.V.
Lora starts descending the stairs carefully, holding both
hands on the walls.
As she's mid-way down, she spots some dark thing peaking
from the angle on the ground.
LORA (CONT'D)
(nervously)
Hello? N e k o j...?
No sound coming from within. Lora goes down all the way,
turns to see what was the thing.
Backpacks. All three of them, dusty, and full of holes just
like she last saw them.
Lora bursts to despair, but covers her mouth not to throw a
sound.
She lowers down next to the backpack, and searches around.
No cell-phone in sight.
LORA (CONT'D)
Shit! Where are the fucking phones?
She looks around. The space gives her a sense of something
much larger than a plain basement.
She carefully looks for another switch to find.
She finds it, and the lights go on.
INT. BASEMENT - SAME TIME
Lora turns around in amazement. It's not a basement - it's a
God damned museum.
Memorabilia everywhere, dozens of pictures, all framed, and
hung on the wall.
The corners of the basement are filled in with other
rucksacks, backpacks, stuff that once belonged to someone
just like them.
Trophy weapons - Sabres, bayonets...
Lora does not know where to start looking. She's taken by
the complexity she found underneath a lone house in the
middle of nowhere.
She goes closer to the pictures on the wall.
She studies them...quickly getting to know their horrible
exposition.
She covers her mouth in disgust.
All pictures show one and only person - the man she killed
upstairs. Now, much younger and in a camouflage uniform.
He poses next to his game...HUMANS.
Some are older, some younger, all killed with a gunshots,
horribly disfigured.
There are even pictures of toddlers and children, lied down,
exposed in a line like dead squirrels.
The man looks like has been doing this for a long time,
different war zones, different continents...some pictures
suggest, Bosnia, Syria, Ukraine, Middle Africa...
Lora takes her away from the horror captured in time. Still
one more picture laid on the table catches her attention. It
is separate, and unframed looks like long forgotten among
the other stuff.
It shows a beautiful, young WOMAN in her super-pro
mountaineer gear next to some people she cared about.
Lora is stunned.
On a closer inspection, she recognizes the tongue-less
"wife" from upstairs.
LORA (CONT'D)
Oh, God...what did he do to you...?
Lora moves to the pile of equipment located in one corner of
the next chamber.
She slowly ensures no one is there and then storms the pile
in search of cell phones.
Trying to get one of the rucksacks buried deeper, Lora jerks
with it, stumbling down and hitting a HUMAN-LIKE FIGURE
behind her.
She is paralyzed. She slowly turns around to find --
-- a STATUE-like object placed in the blind corner. White
sheet covers it in full.
Lora is hesitant to do the obvious. She grabs the sheet with
her hand.
Slips it off in one move.
Her jaw drops at the sight in front of her.
A FULLY NAKED BODY OF A YOUNG GIRL STUFFED IN STANDING
POSITION.
Lora backs away, frightened and dazzled by what she sees.
Her urge to vomit bends her down.
She calms down, and takes another look at the grotesque.
The girl is almost doll-like, glazed all over her body,
crumpled the death face and sawn up the left ear.
Lora doesn't recognize her, but this is the same girl seen
at the downhill verge at the beginning.
Lora takes a moment to settle her emotions. She cannot stand
this basement any longer but she must find the phone.
She turns around for another search attempt - but SOMEONE
ALIVE appears right before her.
A blunt hit sends Lora off...
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN:
INT. BASEMENT CHAMBER - LATER
Lora slowly comes to herself, still seeing blurred. A FIGURE
is standing in front of her holding something.
It just observes her, waiting for her to focus.
Lora shakes her head. Now she sees more clearly.
And she sees LAKI, the man from the pipeline standing in
front of her holding the baby boy in his arm, conforming
him.
Below in the corner, the slayed man's wife is lying still
unconscious or maybe dead.
Lora finds herself tied to a wooden chair. No way out.
Laki amuses the baby not quite interested at Lora for the
moment.
He tickles it gently saying something in native to it, baby
laughs.
Lora finally comes together 100%. She recognizes the man
standing in front of her.
LORA
You're that guy...from the
pipeline...please help me.
LAKI
(still on the baby)
Isn't he beautiful? Going to be
strong hunter one day...like his
father...
LORA
(realizing)
Oh God...please...
LAKI
God? You can find him in that house
of stone up there...maybe...not
here, for sure...
He takes the baby boy, and neatly places him on a small
cradle on the table. He tucks him in a blanket. Returns to
Lora.
LAKI (CONT'D)
But we have some magic here...
(beat)
And magic started some time after
my brother came from war. You know,
as little boys we went hunting
every day with our father. Yes,
rabbits, maybe deer sometime...but
that is no hunt really. You kill to
eat...and that's it.
(beat)
Now when my brother came back, he
told me another way to kill...to
make you
feel...alive...forever...just like
magic.
He walks around like introducing the place.
LAKI (CONT'D)
So we build this place...a
home...he came back with a lot of
money. You, Americans call it a dog
of war, something like that...well
dog or not, it paid him big time.
Then we start hunting...tourists,
like you. He knows English, he
learns me English so we are
more...polite.
(chuckles)
But that was not very safe. Someone
gets away, tells police, and we are
in trouble.
(beat)
But then pipeline gets build. And I
apply to work up there, my brother
stays here...and you get to work
from home, like Americans! Popular
these days. It's safer and more
precise.
He comes extremely close to Lora.
LAKI (CONT'D)
Did you know, my brother killed an
American soldier in Somalia...2500
meters off? Yea, that was how good
he was...you saw, right?
LORA
Fuck you!
Laki backs up.
LAKI
Yes! That is why we chosen you!
Fierce little bitch!
LORA
You and your guttered brother can
GO TO HELL!
LAKI
Yes...I will miss him. But he
completed the mission for me. You
see, he already had...
(turns to the woman
lying)
...his wife...my dear sister in
law. She was like you, lioness!
Gave him good son. This is the
point, my sweet girl. Strong woman
gives strong children...like us.
Children that can survive.
(points to his head and
chest)
In here and in here...
He circles Lora like a caged predator.
LORA
You're just a bunch of whacked
losers! Nothing more...
LAKI
You maybe heard the legend of the
monastery?
Laki distances himself toward the table. Unpacks some tools
from the paper bag.
LAKI (CONT'D)
About the monk and his wife?
(beat)
Well, as you Americans say...truth
is always stranger than fiction...
(MORE)
LAKI (CONT'D) (cont'd)
(beat)
There was a monk, you know...long,
long time ago. But before he became
monk, he was a killer. Killed
everything that moved, woman,
children, old people...just liking
it so much, war was just an excuse.
(beat)
But it came over his head...he was
afraid of God. So he go to
monastery and became monk to pay
for his sins. After some time, he
catches this woman...very strong,
like you...and he brings her to the
monastery. He was not allowed to
have wife according to God,
but...he was still a little wild
inside...so he makes a child...my
grandfather.
(beat)
People find out, they killed him,
but the woman and child escape.
She, then raises her son in true
manner.
Laki comes next to Lora holding pliers and a knife in his
hands.
LAKI (CONT'D)
Silence...
LORA
No! NO! You fucking don't dare!
LAKI
So we do the legacy with
generations, as you see.
(beat)
You were strong enough and for that
I respect you. I will give you
choice. You can become my wife, but
in silence...or you can go back to
the trail for another try.
(beat)
I'm not as good as my brother with
a gun...but I'll provide you a fair
game.
LORA
Fuck you! No!
LAKI
I really need a wife then...
Laki starts applying measures to open Lora's mouth. She
fights off, but little she can do tied up.
Her eye glimpses something down. She shakes her head off the
Laki's grip.
LORA
All right! All right! I wanna go
back to the trail! I wanna...
Laki backs off, puzzled. He wasn't expecting this.
LAKI
Oh...
The wife from behind managed to crawl all the way to the
Laki's leg, and whom Lora had noticed, takes an animal bite
of Laki.
Laki SCREAMS in pain, almost falling down.
He grabs his wife by her hair, jerking her off his leg.
LAKI (CONT'D)
Kurva!!!
With the knife still in his hand, he punches her in the neck
piercing her all the way through.
The wife is dead in that instance.
Laki gets up, trying to get ahold of the situation, when he
notices --
-- Lora - now up on her feet, bent, storms right at him all
with the chair still attached to her.
With the strength of an Amazon-woman, Lora crashes into Laki
driving him backwards all the way to the wall.
Laki hits the wall hard, bouncing his head against the
concrete. He goes down.
Lora appears over him, her eyes glowing with rage.
Laki gazes at her half-conscience.
LAKI (CONT'D)
You fucking Americans...
LORA
I'm a Canadian, you ignorant piece
a shit!
She turns around, chair facing Laki, and drops on him like a
bomb.
A LOUD CRASH.
FADE TO BLACK
A Lora's voice HUMMING "Hush little baby" is heard.
FADE IN: