Script
Dead Man Walking
EXT. – SEATTLE WOODS - DUSK (The year is 2045, set in the woods of Seattle. The scene opens with ELIZABETH on the ground, with an arrow in her chest. Ominous boots in slow motion walk past her, then begin running. AMARI is running after the shooter and is unsuccessful. Cut scene to three months prior. Transition idea: suspense notes ascending into black)
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Box?
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