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- KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
- Grace rushes to open the door only to see a huge man there.
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Detective SamGood morning Grace.
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Detective SamI am Detective Sam and I have a warrant to search your house.
- Grace stares blankly at him for a few seconds, then reluctantly lets Detective Sam into the house.
- He searches for a few minutes only to find nothing. He then he takes a seat and looks across the dining table at Grace.
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Detective SamHow are you feeling?
- Grace sits silent and motionless.
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Detective SamTalk to me, you are not under arrest.
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GraceI feel fine.
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Detective SamWhy?
- Your husband is missing.
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Detective SamYou should at least be worried.
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GraceAnd who says I am not?!
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Detective SamYou are a housewife, Right?
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GraceNo, I am a writer.
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Detective SamApparently, you have lots of free time on your hands.
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Detective SamEnough to plot and execute almost anything.
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GraceWhat are you trying to suggest?
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Detective SamDid you kill your husband?
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GraceLook at my small body.
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GraceDo I look like someone that can hurt a fly.
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GraceBesides he is still missing, not confirmed dead.
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Detective SamNobody has seen him since he came home to you last week.
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Detective SamSo that makes you a prime suspect.
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GraceWhat proof do you have?
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GraceThat me, Grace Ibrahim killed my dear husband.
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Detective SamWe recovered some parts of your journal from the fireplace.
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Detective SamThe last thing you wrote was...
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GraceFICTION! Everything there is FICTION!
- Grace shivers uneasily.
- Detective Sam ignores Grace and reads out the last line from her journal.
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Detective SamHumans die faster...
- Grace cuts him off before he finishes his sentence.
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Grace So, every crime fiction writer is now a serial killer?
- Detective Sam looks at her with a poker face.
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Detective SamWhy did you do it?
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GraceDo what?
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Detective SamYou are only 18 years old.
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Detective SamWho was your accomplice.
- Grace stares at the teapot on the dining table and says nothing.
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Detective SamCome clean and I'll help you.
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Grace You must be crazy.
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GraceSo, because of some silly draft story in my journal...
- Grace sobs.
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GraceYou think I murdered my own husband.
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GraceOya, arrest me now.
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Grace Do it...what are you waiting for?
- One week earlier
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WillyCOME OUT! Stop hiding and come out NOW!
- Willy plays with the braids he uprooted from Grace’s skull.
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WillyMeet me in the bedroom before I count five.
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WillyIf I find you myself I will tie your throat.
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Willy5, 4, 3, 2...
- Grace thinks to herself “If I don’t come out now, this man will kill me!”
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GraceI... I a-a-a m sorry I was just about to...
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WillyShut up and undress!
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WillyGood. Now lie down on the bed like a good girl.
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WillyAnd wipe the blood off your brows!
- 20 minutes later.
- Willy rolls off Grace’s torso and drifts off to sleep.
- Grace picks up her journal and writes.
- Love is give and take.
- He took today and I will give much more tomorrow.
- I have bought something special...
- The next morning
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GraceGood morning my love.
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GraceWould you like me to make breakfast?
- Willy looks at Grace and laughs scornfully.
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WillyWhen have you ever cooked anything?
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WillyYou can’t even cook when your head is correct.
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WillyIs it now that it is swollen?
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GraceOkay the water heater is bad.
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GraceAllow me to boil you hot water, please.
- She writes in her journal “This man is careless I will make it smoking hot so that it can peel his skin.”
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WillyBe fast about it.
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Willy I don’t want to be late for work.
- Grace pours the boiling hot water in a bucket in the bathroom.
- A few minutes later, Willy screams from the bathroom.
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WillyGrace!
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WillyYou never do anything right.
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WillyAre you trying to burn me.
- Grace runs into the bathroom with cold water and a towel, but Willy shoves her into the wall.
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WillyGet out!
- Grace hides a smile and pulls out her journal as she walks out of the bathroom.
- She writes "The water is not even as hot as the slaps I have received from him. I guess he is not that strong after all."
- Willy is drying his body and yelling at Grace. She hides the journal and runs to him immediately.
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WillyI don’t care how you do it.
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WillyI want well-made coffee with sausage and eggs.
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WillySince you have bruised my body...
- Willy brings out the tablet he seized from Grace on the night of their wedding and tosses it across to her.
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WillyI give you an hour.
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WillyWatch every cooking recipe and tutorial.
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WillyNobody said marrying a teenager would be this annoying.
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WillyMy mother started cooking when she was eight years...
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WillyBut at 18 you still can’t cook. Nonsense!
- Grace hugs the tablet for 5 minutes before proceeding to search for tutorials.
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WillyYou better hurry it is 8:30 am.
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WillyAnd I must eat before 9 am.
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GraceI thought you said one hour?
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WillyDid you just reply to me with a question?
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GraceNo... I was just... I wa-n-t-ed...
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WillySHUT UP! And get cooking.
- Grace jots down as she watches the video.
- Step 1- Get the ingredients together.
- Step 2 – Mix it together with white substance.
- Step 3 – Bring to boil and serve.
- Step 4 – Do not taste.
- I really hope he enjoys his meal. I really want him to rest well.
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WillyTick-tock, tick-tock.
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WillyUnbelievable! You are writing down the recipe.
- Willy rolls into uncontrollable laughter, he seats at the dining table and peers into the kitchen as Grace makes breakfast.
- Grace mumurs.
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GraceDo you want the eggs as beaten as my face.
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WillyWhat did you say?
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GraceI said, do you want poached or omelette eggs?
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WillyAnyhow.
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WillyDon’t try to sound like you know what you’re doing.
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WillyIt’s ridiculous.
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GraceI will make you dark coffee.
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GraceAs dark as the grave I will...
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WillySpeak up!
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GraceI said, how dark do you want your coffee?
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WillyI want it with milk.
- Grace sneers.
- She takes out a powdery substance from between her breasts and slips it into the coffee.
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WillyWhat is that you put in my coffee?
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GraceIt is powdered milk.
- Grace raises a full cream milk sachet for Willy to see.
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WillyHmmm.
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GraceBreakfast is served.
- Willy tastes the sausage and eggs, then licks his lips.
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WillyHmmmm not bad... not bad at all.
- Grace sneers at him and stares blankly at the cup.
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GraceCooking is not rocket science after all.
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WillyDon't get a big head. You only made eggs by following a recipe.
- Willy continues to eat.
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WillyI’ve been wondering...
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WillyDo you think we would make good parents.
- Willy stirs the coffee.
- Clink, clink... clink... cli...
- The sound of stirring starts to slow down.
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GraceYou mean after you've punched two children from my womb?!
- Willy is shocked at Grace’s boldness.
- This is the first time she’s spoken boldly back to him.
- Willy starts to feel woozy. He slowly and painfully tries to speaks.
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WillyW-haa-t... have you... done to me?
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GraceSo how does my coffee taste?
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GraceYou like?
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WillyI - I - help me...
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GraceNow it's your turn to wipe the blood dropping from your mouth.
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GraceThis is for my dead children.
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GraceAnd all the scars you gave me.
- Grace laughs at him and slowly walks towards the kitchen drawer.
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WillyGrrr... Grrr... Gra...cce. I c-a-n-t breathe.
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GraceRot in hell!
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Willy I’m... so... so-rry.
- Grace takes out a knife from the drawer and walks towards Willy.
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GraceFinally, I can have peace.
- She swipes the knife then raises it for him to see the dark red stain on the cold steel.
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WillyGu... gu... gu...
- Willy grabs his neck as he struggles to breathe.
- He falls to the ground.
- Grace drags his body outside.
- She takes out her journal and writes...
- “humans die faster than rats but burying them in the backyard is even slower, except of course you cut them into pieces!”
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