Garden outside the House. Mikhail finds an excuse to get some air. Villanelle don´t need any, just exists.
Mikhail makes some smal effort to fix an allready stable Safety for their Horses.
Mikhail : Is an apology in order?
Villanelle : From me?
Mikhail : For you to accept it.
Villanelle : No, we´re all children to our incomplete parents. No one´s perfect.
Mikhail : Is it a talent, to take everything with such clinical insight?
Villanelle : It´s hard work. Life, maybe. You lie down in the snow. On a wall. Sing the National Anthem. Grasp all info when the
Wall trumbles.
Mikhail : There has been sporadic, sometimes intense debates about you. On how a kind of Demonic murderer you stuposedly is.
I wish i shoot him. For that matter!
Villanelle : I was so smal. I barely remember. Before i know it, i stood there.. gun where smoking. Training..
Mikhail : Yeah, it´s life... Hes name is Trickster, wanna´ say hello?
Villanelle walks up to the Horse and pats is Hair with a purified smile.
Mikhail : I´m not going to ask you to go out to ask Daniil how he is doing. He doesent know himself.
Villanelle : If Money solves everything, i can buy him a rehab.
Mikhail : You can have him O.D. for much less.
Villanelle : Cynical..! I like it. You would have shoot him. Suddenly i don´t feel lonely anymore.
Mikhail : I take it back. I dont have the guts. I have managed to stay out of trouble.
Villanelle : Same as me. Until trouble found us.
Alonya walks up to them.
Alonya : I have prepared the room for you. The least a proud Mother can do.
Villanelle : Thank you. May i see it?
Alonya : It´s made by a Communist Farmer.
Villanelle : I was in a Prisoncell for a little while.
Anatoly sits down in the Livingroom watching TV as Villanelle rushes by.
Anatoly : Hi.
Villanelle : Hi. Little littlebrother.
Anatoly : Wanna listen to Elton?
Villanelle : Ehhmm... Ofcourse!
Villanelle walks up to him to grab and carry away.
Villanelle : There you go, Rocketman!
Anatoly giggles like he hasn´t since forever.
Volzhsky, Countryside outside Volgograd.
Villanelle leaves her Porsche in her need to let the fresh air sink in. The spiritual talks in volume of being created,
without thought or sensible sense of connection to soil of your soul.
Cows are roaring. The road is filled with dirt and harsh collections of milions of smal Stones. Building a track back.
Beneath her spirit is glued in a sense of unity. Taking her home to her House.
Steps are heavy. The Heart is pumping, ready to explode. Her belonings right to enter her front Door.
Into a territory of insecurity. A biological mess of which in between of her creation. Of a Team she do not know.
Knocking twice. Silence is talking.
Lets herself in. Silence is morphing to a breathing precense.
Villanelle sits down in the Kitchen. Sinking in. Now not for preparation. Her mind is melting away.
Her little brother Anatoly rushes by. Preoccupied, grabs a Coke from the fridge. Throws her a look to run back to hes Room.
Her brother Mikhail has spotted her from outside. Gathered the Family for a welcome comitty. The wind had spoken to him.
They all slowly walk in. Mother Alyona.
Alonya : Don´t expect too much.
Mikhail : I´l go out to get Daniil.
Daniil sleeps on the Couch out in the Barn. When he is awake hes mind is still sleeping until its cured by Heroin.
When he and Mikhail enters the Door, little Anatolu joins the commitee. Starring at Villamelle that starts to come out from her
limbo.
Alonya : Be warned, children. The Priest cursed her name. She was always a different child!!
Mikhail : Wait, Mother. Let faith has it´s say.
Alonya : I am not of cruelty..! There´s a reason i gave her away! She punched. Hard and never apologized. Not normal.
Mikhail, Anatolu and Villanelle stares at eachother. For a long while.
Mikhail : Big Sister?
Villanelle : Oksana. Little brother.
"Mikhail."
They all except Mother and half awake Daniil, get close closely hard to grasp the truth. But smileying wildly. Giggles here and
there.
Alonya : Faith already has. A long time ago. But when our House burns down, lest we forget.
Daniil : Mama, any Cash today?
The Patientroom of Bullies are visited. Villanelle parks Billy in front of them. She closes the Door and puts a Chair in front
of it. Making the guys questioning.
Villanelle : Do you think Knives likes you, more than you´re fund of them?
Joshua : Weird friends. Surprise.
Villanelle quickly runs up to them and puches Joshuas friend out by a punch to the throath. Working on choking him to death in hes
sleep.
Joshua : HEEY!
Villanelle kicks Joshua where the Sun never shines and crushing one Testicle while at it. Hes falling down, numb by pain.
She grabs a Scalpel from her Pocket found earlier in Billys latest Bag.
Villanelle : Can´t do much about your dead parents. Gone forever, soon dead and burried. But this could be fun. WATCH.
Cuts Joshuas right Eye out. Billys face is stiffed of fear. Red is almost shning in hes face. The scream is scratching the
heavens. Gets lower by the Scalpel that releases half hes Head dingeling. Time for hes friend.
Villanelle : Guess i allready booked him. Whatta´ you say?
Billy shakes hes heady quickly in dissbelief.
Villanelle : No?
Takes the Scalpel to hes Stomach. Cuts a fine line from north to south. Pretty soon hes Organs falling out.
She puts the Bodies in the Rooms Wordrobe after she takes a Penny from hes Pocket.
Villanelles paying a Phone to make a Call.
Billy has returned to hes Bed. Tired with pain and help of chock. Next to him lies Villanelle.
Villanelle : What is your plans, Billy?
Billy : Guess my cousins picks me up eventualy.
Villanelle : Guess you have something to tell them now. The crash-incident was not much to run home to Russia about.
An agent comes in and leaves with a Bag on her Bag. She jumps up enthusiasticly.
Billy : What gives?
Villanelle picks up a Gun and checks the Magasine to reload.
Villanelle : Christmas came early this year, but i doubt he was Santa. As long as the Bullets are real. Headin´ out.
Billy sits up. Shaky. Ashamed of himselfs pity.
Billy : Villanelle?
Villanelle : Yeah, Billy? S´up?
Billy : The thing i said before, uh.. about... i wish i died in the Crash, and that..
Villanelle sits down next to him. Comforting him. Billy gets terrified, it shows no mater how hard he tries to act it away.
Billy : Was a bit rushed! It.. was.. in... the moment. I.. really dont wanna´ die anymore..!
Villanelle : Good choice. My only other friend stabbed me in the Stomach, so...
the status with her is a bit to debate at the moment..
Billy : Not ideal at all... If you need my hand, don´t hesitate to dial.
Villanelle : Da. Desperate for all the help i can get. Captain Hook included. Kill the closest are rude, dude.
She hands him a Card with her number, claps him on hes shoulder and goes away with her Bag to turn for a final.
Villanelle : To think that if Putin pushes the Button, a Car Crash or a hundred won´t matter.
Billy has fallen into deep dispair. Hes chinn has gone dry yet still red. Hes arm is dragged to somenones Hand.
Billy : Thank you for listening. I was going crazy. I don´t know what i would have done. This is so horrible.
Villanelle has her back towards him. Starring forward with a stiff face. Only things that are barely moving are her creepy
open Eyes ready to explode any second. Yet its her Hand Billy borrows.
Billy : The Doctors are so busy. It´s so nice to have a true friend to let it all out to. Thank you!
A Pretty Huge Black Bag lands on Villanelles Bed.
Villanelle : What sort of excuse is this Sputnik?
Billy : Guess Santa is stressed this year.
Villanelle dives into it in a hurry. Grabs Nursering Clothings and French Broscheries.
Villanelle : Way to go, you´re in the Zone. Where did you find it?
Billy : At the Receptionist Area. Always carelessnes. Sloppyness with awereness of the end.
Villanelle patrols the Corridors infiltrating with her new Clothes. Hearing some cynics talking bad about Billy.
Having fun of hes lost Eyes expense. Villanelle has long looks after them walking away giggeling into a Empty Patients-room.
Looking out the Window stakeout for Agents interested in ending her. Without results. Things are getting stale for her.
She walks back to Billy with a Wheelchair.
Villanelle : Brought some enemies in this Paradise?
Billy : Those guys. Don´t bother.
Villanelle : I won´t. For the time being. Don´t mind them, the Kid. Let´s have a sightseeing, i might need your assistance.
Villanelle drives a depressed Billy through the Corridor aiming at the Cynics Room.
Villanelle : Don´t worry, those Doctors are very pessimistic due to fright of achieving you with false hopes. I took a look at it
while you sleeping. Not awesome, but not worse than some smaler scars. I work for the higher State. Those Doctors are funded by
ordinary Tax-money. For the sake of National Security i MUST know this stuff.
Billy looks up to her with a halfway doubtfull look. Villanelle claps him twice on hes Shoulder.
Villanelle : Trust me, Billy. Friends that lies are rude friends.
Black Space of unlimited limbo. Villanelles illnes melts with the disorientation. Due to trauma to the Stomach.
Sounds of screams interferes and implodes into the nightmarish suffering.
Boy Screams for Mom and Dad.
Louder and Louder. Soon about to wake up.
Villanelle rushes up to the real world on a Hospitalbed. Awakened by her Hospitalized 14-yearold neighbor Boy.
She barely walks. Must protect her Ears. Eyes are wide open at all times.
While the Boys hysterical and Audiopiercing yelling for responses from hes parents goes on without any pause.
Villanelle : WHAT?!! WHAT HAPPANED?!! WHAT HAPPENS!!! .. Argh. WHAT IS SO DAMN IMPORTANT!?!
The horrific scream of panic for Mother and Father is untreathened. The Boys left Arm is Broken and half hes Head is Bandaged.
She reaches up to him, starts shaking him. Pleases him to wake up aggressively.
Villanelle : Hey! Hey!! Its just a dream!
Nothing is changing.
Villanelle : A Dream!! Hey, please wake up!! You´re dreaming!!
The Boy is affected. Scream is laying down slowly to silent grasps for air.
Villanelle : Okay? Okay! Okay?
Villanelle lingering and bounching back falling on her Bed. Used her last useful energy for now.
Villanelle : Okay.
Villanelle looks at her Stomach. Stiched wound reminds her of her pain. Cold past assures her not to care too much.
Goes back to limbo and darkness. Hearing screams and horrific sounds.
But awakened, there is no one to blame. Billy is awake. But silent.
Villanelle : Whats your name?
"Billy" is the response.
Villanelle : I´m Villanelle, Gunslinger.
Billy : What are you doing here?
Villanelle : Taking a rest. Stabbed in the abdomen. Ouch. No fun. Tragic. But i can stil laugh. Don´t worry.
Billy : A good laugh makes extention to life.
Villanelle : That´s the secret. Bad screams makes you suicidal.. Can you move around, Billy?
Billy : Not fast, but..
Villanelle : Take it slow! Would you like to play a fun Game? Steal as much as you up to, and if anyone asks, i take full
responsibility.
Billy was right, walks but anything but fast. Villanelle gives a smiling supporting thumbs up.
He returns with Henkerchef, a Vaulet and lots of Pens & Papers. It is Christmas Eve for Villanelle.
Villanelle : Time to quit your Dayjob, Gunslinger. Truly impressive.
Billy : Mom says stealing is wrong. No excuses. No exceptions to ´em.
Villanelle : Political correctness, Bill. Results is the Queen, let her know.
Billy : My Mom is dead.
Villanelle : Great.. Makes things less complicated.
Billy walks back to hes Bed.
Villanelle : Worthless crap. But, a favor is a favor! I got more Money than God, and a good memory. I´l give you my number.
You helped me out when i was in down on the line. Thoughts that counts, Billy! Did i mention "worthless crap" by the way?
Billy : Could you check my Eye? The Doctors is mysterious about the whole thing. I´m very worried. I didn´t dare to check.
Villanelle : I know this song, i heard it before.. I´m gonna´check it and you start crying and blaming me for being honest.
Sometimes it´s just more charming to let some things being mysteries.
Billy : I.. didn´t say you had to be honest.
Villanelle : Then what´s the point.. what´s the story?
Billy : Car crashed... No story. Just bang, as i remember.
Villanelle : To be honest anyway, looking at you didn´t look like a Disney-movie. Trust me on this one.
Billy : I do. I can feel it. I wish i died in the crash. Now it´s just darkness. Pain. Recovery. All alone with it.
Villanelle : Another day in Cold, Snowy Volgograd.