FADE IN: INT/EXT. SUV/STATION WAGON/LONELY HIGHWAY IN WOODS -- NIGHT MARSHALL, a mustachioed man in his thirties, is driving the SUV along the quiet highway. On both sides of the road are woods, the kind where one might expect to find deer. He sees something out of the corner of his eye which appears to concern him. He sets the car in reverse to get to what he was looking at - a station wagon with what looks like something going on in the back seat, located about twenty feet from the side of the road. Marshall parks his car next to it, gets out with his keys in his hand and looks in the back seat of the wagon, but is unable to discern anything beyond the fogged window. Unfazed, he flips through the keys in his hand and finds the keys to the wagon, as it belongs to his wife, SUSAN. He opens the door to the back seat to find an unsettling sight - his wife stripped to her brassiere and pinned down to the seat by a shirtless man in his early twenties. What's more, a folding knife lays open on top of the emergency brake. Susan and the man both look at Marshall. The young man, JOHN, appears to not know who he is. MARSHALL What the hell?! Susan and John look at each other. They both start talking at once. JOHN Who are you? Is this your husband? (Angrily) You didn't tell me you were married! L-listen, mister, she never told me she had a husband! I didn't know, I swear! SUSAN Oh, Marshall, thank God! He was trying to rape me! JOHN What? That's a lie, mister! I met her at this bar and she invited me in her car- SUSAN Don't believe him, Marshall! I was parked here and this guy comes out of the woods and- MARSHALL All right, all right, all right! (MORE) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. MARSHALL (CONT'D) Oh God... Okay. Each of you tell your side of the story one at a time. Okay? Susan, you first. The three sit down properly in the back seat: Marshall left, Susan center, John right. SUSAN I was driving along to the mall, and I started feeling really tired, like, you know, too tired to drive. So I drive up here to have a rest. All of a sudden, this guy came out of the woods and opened the door before I could lock it and held that knife to my throat- JOHN That's a lie! A lie! It's not true at all! MARSHALL Okay, okay, new rule. New rule. If when one party is telling their side of the story and the other one interrupts, I will automatically believe the one that person interrupted. All right? John sits back and crosses his arms. MARSHALL (CONT'D) Ohh-kay. Susie, you continue. SUSAN So, he was holding that knife, and said, "If you do anything stupid, bitch, I'll slice your fucking neck open." Then he pushed me to the back seat and ripped my sweater and blouse off and laid on top of me so I couldn't move. He took off his shirt and was unzipping my jeans when you opened the door. MARSHALL Hmmm. Marshall checks her jeans. The zipper is half undone. He then picks up the crumpled clothing by his feet. There's John's jacket and shirt. Susan's blouse is in her sweater, which Marshall closely examines. There's a rip above the front waistline. Her story checks out. MARSHALL (CONT'D) All right, young man. You next. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3. JOHN I was at this bar, lookin' for some action, and your wife starts comin' on to me. She buys me a couple drinks, and she says she'd better give me a ride, and winks at me. So we come here, seeing as hardly any one can see us here. She notices I'm carrying a knife, and asks me to show it to her. I think it - well, you know - turned her on or something. So then... we start makin' out, and one thing led to the other, and then you showed up. MARSHALL (Puzzled) I see. Uh... Susie, why don't you... tell me why I should believe you? SUSAN For Chrissakes, we've been married for... MARSHALL No, I mean evidence that this guy was trying to rape you. SUSAN Well, that sweater was ripped, right? MARSHALL Indeed it was. (To John) What do you have to say about that? JOHN Hey, she told me to rip it off her! She, like, wanted it rough... Susan says the words "do it rough" in a mocking tone while gesturing quotation marks, as if she's disgusted by the mere thought of it. SUSAN Honey, have I ever wanted to "do it rough" with you ? MARSHALL Well, no, you didn't. JOHN Well - well - maybe she wanted to try something different. Maybe that's why she wanted to stray away from you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4. MARSHALL That's enough. Young man, what do you have to say? JOHN Uh, you mean the evidence for my case? Let's see... uh... Well, how come we just happened to be out in the middle of nowhere, where nobody can see us? SUSAN Well, probably because you needed a good hiding spot to jump out of. Marshall thinks, still undecided. MARSHALL Okay. I'm just calling the police. Marshall whips out a cell phone that was clipped to the waist of his pants. He looks at the display: no signal. MARSHALL (CONT'D) Shit... All right. We're gonna drive along the highway until we get a signal. Suddenly, Marshall grabs the knife and points it to John's throat. MARSHALL (CONT'D) You. Into the driver's seat. I'm sorry, but I'm not taking any chances. If my wife's story is true, then I don't want you trying anything funny. With his own knife following him, John slowly gets into the driver's seat. He starts the car. Marshall throws Susan's clothing to her, and she puts it on. MARSHALL (CONT'D) Just make a right and keep driving. You can stop when I get a signal. John obeys. CUT TO: INT. STATION WAGON -- LATER John is driving along, Marshall still behind him, still holding the knife to his throat. In Marshall's other hand is the cell phone, which he is anxiously looking at, anticipating a display indicating a signal. Susan has huddled up to him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5. SUSAN (Whispers) Oh, Marshall, I was so scared... why don't you believe me? MARSHALL Well, to tell you the truth, honey, you've been acting rather strange lately. JOHN Hey, we're out of the woods. You getting a signal yet? SUSAN John, shut up. MARSHALL Yeah, John, just... (Pause) (To Susan) Hey, How'd you know his name was- Susan thinks fast. She grabs Marshall's right hand and guides it towards his own jugular. Blood rapidly spurts out, and while still being too stunned to speak or yell, he slowly reclines into the seat. The car SCREECHES as John quickly pulls over to the side of the road. He looks over his shoulder. JOHN Holy fuck! Oh Jesus, he's dead! You fucking killed him! SUSAN I didn't mean to! JOHN Oh shit... Oh Christ... I don't believe it... You killed him... SUSAN I was just trying to not let him do anything stupid. (Pause) I didn't mean to kill him! JOHN Why the hell did you say that? Why'd you say I was raping you? SUSAN He'd divorce me if I was telling the truth! He has these high-priced lawyers that could- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 6. JOHN You were just trying to save your ass and didn't care if my ass was gonna go to jail in the process! John starts to exit the car. Susan takes the knife and points it at his throat. SUSAN Sit the fuck down. Close the door. JOHN (Complying) Oh, Shit... SUSAN I don't trust you. Start the car. Keep going straight. JOHN What're you gonna do with me? SUSAN I'll figure that out when we reach our destination. JOHN What's our destination? SUSAN I'll figure that out as you're driving. Now go. CUT TO: EXT. LONELY HIGHWAY IN WOODS -- LATER The Station wagon rides off into the sunset. FADE TO BLACK