How to get away with murder succesfully day 1
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Last published Tue, Mar 10, 2020
""You learn what you need to kill and take care of the details. It's like changing a tire. The first time you're careful. By the thirtieth time, you can't remember where you left the lug wrench."- Ted Bundy
The scene starts with a shot of thirty college kids partying inside of a fraternity house. The camera zooms in towards two of the kids going to the basement.
Sarah: Why are we down here?
Zach: Just follow me... unless you're scared.
Sarah: It's so dark down here. I can barely even see you.
Sarah: This isn't funny Zach, where are you?!
He stays silent
Sarah: I'm serious, where are you?!
She starts walking forward seeing a male figure in front of her.
Sarah: Is that you?
Anonymous: Hello... you.
Bang
Three days earlier "
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