LUCIA: 

Lucia’s voice sounds like water slithering through a drain, and if you listen long enough, you’ll drown in her promises. She’s the kind of siren girl who’ll lure you into the swamp just to watch your last breath bubble up, then hum lullabies to your corpse.

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LUCIA'S TESTIMONY:

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Int - Interrogation Room - Day

INVESTEGATOR

What's your fascination with the LaRue Swamp?​

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Lucia purrs, dragging the word like a slow snake.

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LUCIA

The swamp crawls into you when you’re not

looking, seeping into your skin, feeding on your

secrets. It became one with me. The swamp is tangled

up in my oozing blood, in my bones... and soon, darling,

the swamp and I will be tangled in yours too.

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INVESTEGATOR

I have no idea what you fucking said.​

Beat.

INVESTEGATOR

Are you aware that 6 murders happened within a 

100 mile radius to LaRue Swamp, each victim was

seen at the swamp within the month prior to their 

murders?

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Lucia’s laughter drips, slow and honeyed

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LUCIA

The swamp, it doesn't care for fragility. Those who

hear the whispers, they come, they follow...

and they...disappear. The fragile are hopeless.

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Her laughter quickly turns into a thickened voice. 

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LUCIA

You think I'm the killer?...Tell me, darling... what’s it like

knowing you’re so... close to the truth? So close to

something that’s already got its fingers wrapped

around you like a garrote? 

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