Woman Whitney Wright uses reporter close accused psychopath

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Scene opens interior car. young woman, Lois Brown (Whitney Wright), sole occupant driver, watch over shoulder pulls house. stops turns off. camera pans down hands shaking. takes deep breath, steadies herself. 'You this,' herself gets car. walks driveway door house hesitates another moment before ringing doorbell. After second, door opens man, James Stinson (Michael Vegas), stands there. looks her, appraising almost predatory way. 'You must Lois?' asks with tone wary caution. Yes, must Stinson, Lois with polite professional smile. call James, says. young reporter, flashes polite, detached smile maybe, she's people always soul. nods then realizes he's still blocking doorway where manners? Please, come says, waving follows into house, modest, clean well-kept abode. where does want this?, asks, hint discomfort creeping into voice. Wherever feels comfortable, politely warmly... about living room?, suggests. agrees they down living room. takes seat chair across from with table between them. takes cell phone opens voice recording app. Does mind records this?, Lois asks. please doesn't want misquoted, he's enough chuckles, because funny fill awkward silence following comment. Great, after pause, pressing record button places phone table between them. let's start with obvious: now? grant your first face-to-face interview small college newspaper after this time speaking press?' Lois asks. considers question. Well, it's simple: this time, she's first reporter call anniversary crime, first reporter call tell believes he's guilty, offer tell side story, says. acquitted crime accused what guilt referring to?, Lois probes. knows, case over news, night, though found guilty, most people believe guilty verdict wrong, James says. Guilty until proven innocent public bitterly. he's never been able shake stigma, people just don't look same since then, adds resentfully. It's lonely existence. 'Maybe dispel some stigma once public hears your side story. you, record: guilty?' Lois asks. smiles sadly back her. guilty?' asks her. takes deep sigh. There tense moment silence. Once again, something dark predatory flashes across face. 'Yes...I am,' says, smile gone. TITLE PLATE Resuming interview, Lois looks stunned James's admission. guilty...guilty being wrong place wrong time,' James clarifies. happened club night, happened last person seen with... James says, trailing off, blanking victim's name. 'Darlene Davis,' Lois says, enunciating name carefully. that's right, long time ago...and tried whole episode behind him, being club night, being wrong place wrong time...that ruined life, James says. does explain Darlene's shirt?, Lois probes, adding police claim this happened during crime. same explained police, with truth: nosebleed when dancing with him, James says. press hold used assume guilt, continues. What they didn't bother report known substance user prone nosebleeds, says. 'When they came interview because they club's security footage, consented them searching your home, where they discovered shirt with evidence, which then your arrest trial. shirt from innocent nosebleed claim, didn't just tell police about instead hiding shirt them find, matter, consent search first place evidence hidden would incriminate you?' Lois asks. Well, because didn't feel anything hide, James smoothly, example would think shirt evidence crime time unless committed When left woman, still alive. But, continues, nothing hide, initially police about where after club night?, Lois asks skeptically. didn't have alibi night, just came home alone, he's seen enough movies know it's really easy cops something someone can't account their whereabouts, told them went burger instead, James says. Stupid mistake, regretfully. stupid mistake he's replayed over over mind every since then, adds. story sounds little thin right?, Lois asks. Especially since route claims have taken home from club night least direct home HAPPENS doesn't have traffic cams town, adds. looks silently. turn recording moment please?, asks softly. yes, sure, Lois stutters, caught guard. turns off. Lois...he thought this interview going give opportunity shed some light innocence, does this feel like same assumption guilt he's used to?, asks, leaning close her, resting elbows knees vaguely threatening way. 'Because this just about pushing guilt, you're hiding something from me...we're going have...a problem,' James says, same carnivorous look crossing features again. Lois shifts chair nervously. No...it's about all, though believes innocence, still tough questions, anxiously. There tense moment while considers answer. Ok..let's keep going then, finally. Lois exhales sharply resumes recording. getting back night crime: help clear misconceptions, doesn't recount night her?, Lois suggests gently. Well, mood out, friends were busy, decided club alone that's where Darlene; they danced little while, then went home, alone, James quickly. There's really much more explain other than that, adds. what Darlene like?, asks Lois, doesn't really remember, only danced with short time didn't really know her, answers. didn't sense ALL?, sense what...Darlene like?, Lois asks. kind, seem happy? great interest Darlene?, James asks, brow furrowed suspicion. Just trying sense victim all, Lois quickly. Hmmm, well can't really help there because like said, didn't know her, James says. have reputation around neighborhood, known kind of...he doesn't want rude here but...kind whore would ANYTHING fix, offhandedly. Upon hearing this, Lois looks little rattled. time, some people were saying she...got what deserved, James softly. Lois looks little sick when hears last answer abruptly excuses herself, saying bathroom. bathroom, splashes water face pats down with towel, regaining composure. Keep together, almost there, just this last thing herself, breathing heavily. takes another moment steady herself, draws deep breath exits bathroom. Back living room, goes beside James couch. apologizes rushing like that, adding must have been something ate. tells worry about smiles. What would like shift gears get...inside head bit, says. came next him, because things about get...personal?, asks, with slightly nervous looks from her. Would ok?, asks. He's sure getting personal is...a good idea, says, looking back sinister expression invades features moment. passes quickly. Lois clears throat. She's sure this best interview, so...is continues?, asks patiently. nods. when accused this horrible crime, make feel?, asks. Well...he felt...scared...angry...alone, James slowly. relate, mother passed when little girl remember intense feelings isolation, like only world felt these things, Lois sympathetically. surprised turn recording. there were other feelings, other, more...disturbing thoughts made feel more alone, continues. like a...darkness growing inside her, scared her, didn't want from wanted towards continues. looks James eyes. think know exactly what kind of...darkness talking about,' Lois continues softly. 'You share same darkness inside you, don't James?,' asks. acted darkness, Lois says. James finally catches Does think guilty?!, asks looking betrayed. thought---James starts, Lois cuts off. doesn't THINK anything: ABSOLUTELY doubt mind guilty this crime, Lois says. What fuck--he knew this bullshit, she's just like other reporters, James says, getting from couch frustration. That's just she's like other reporters, Lois says... sense, became reporter just this moment. speak with him. Sure, lied about believing didn't commit crime, knew only he'd agree meet her, NEEDED meet face face, feels there connection, a...bond between them, Lois continues. didn't- begins. waves off. There's need masks anymore, true self around her. She's here because wants tell her---no, SHOW her, everything about night, Lois continues breathlessly. seems getting turned speaks, exhales sharply finishes last sentence, betraying nervousness underneath bluster passion. This nervousness passes almost immediately, James distracted notice subtle inconsistencies Lois's demeanor. What kind sick fucking fantasy this?! James asks incredulously. It's fantasy, it's what came here share with him, Lois says. can't that, James says, shaking head. Please!, Lois fiercely, grabbing shirt. needs know!, Lois feverishly, practically banging chest. pulls hands from him. Stop this!, says, resisting. 'SHOW. ME.' enunciates firmly, bringing face inches from his. can't resist anymore. this what want?! THIS WHAT WANT?!' James yells, ripping blouse open roughly, buttons hitting floor. 'Yes, yes,' gasps Lois. tears clothes buries face hungrily Lois' pink pussy, Stinson unleashes inner-maniac. Will Lois more than bargained for? Maybe...but what James doesn't know Lois secret own...

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