Kissing Carrion

RAY (O.S.)

Mr. Riker’s in the kitchen, getting himself some

Minute Maid; Mrs. Riker’s checking the roast.

E.C.U. of an ORANGE JUICE CONTAINER overturned in a dried stain of juice, combined with streaks of red: Equally dry BLOOD.

RAY (O.S.)

Kids are watching TV.

SOUND F/X: The CLICK of a TV dial; TV sound.

E.C.U. of the TV’s flickering blue light, cast on the floor between screen and couch.

RAY (O.S.)

Our killer comes in through the front door,

pretty much right behind them, and . . .

ANGLED E.C.U., almost parallel with the jamb, of the front DOOR swinging gently open. FLASH EFFECT.

MONTAGE, linked by FLASH EFFECTS: CRIME SCENE PHOTOS of each body as it was discovered.

—The freshly BLOOD-SOAKED COUCH, with RIKER CHILD ONE and RIKER CHILD TWO’s bodies vaguely glimpsed, sprawled in either direction at the bottom of the frame.

—MRS. RIKER’s SHOE, kicked against the wall, half-submerged in a flood of BLOOD.

—MR. RIKER on the kitchen floor, full on. ORANGE JUICE everywhere, hands raised and bloody, pierced eye-sockets staring in horror at his attacker.

CUT BACK to RAY and CARVALHO.

RAY

We’ve got defensive wounds, but nothing

offensive—no fighting back, no evasion.

It’s like they never saw it coming.

CARVALHO

Drugs?

RAY

Not unless the kids were on the same stuff.

CARVALHO’s gaze shifts to—

HIS P.O.V.:—A casual group PHOTO of the Riker family stuck up on the fridge door. They look nice, normal, happy.

TRACK OVER. On the wall, written in blood: SEE ME.

BLACK SCREEN. OVER:

RAY (V.O.)