[Velma is sat in the back of the taxi next to a girl, slightly younger than her. The girl is wearing a bright pink leather jacket with a rainbow tie-dye shirt along with ripped jeans. Her hair is brown and in large bushy pigtails. The taxi is being driven by a man about mid forties, wearing a brown jacket and darker brown shirt. He has short brown hair and a recently shaved beard. The man takes a glance back through the rear view mirror. He speaks with a northern accent.]

Stanley: [curious] You alright love?

[Velma perks up, looking towards Stanley.]

Velma: [absent] Pardon?

Stanley: [curious] Ya just awful quiet, that’s all. Most folks are nagging ya ear off in this job.

Velma: [chuckling] Sorry to disappoint.

Stanley: Nah, it’s fine love! Not a bad drive ya got me on so can’t be too angry with ya.

[Velma starts looking out the window. The outside is currently a large dark forest.]

Stanley: Tell ya what though… never driven round her before.

Velma: No?

Stanley: Nah, very new to me. Nice drive though, like I said!

[Velma smiles to him in the mirror, then turns to her left, looking at the girl.]

Velma: [quietly] Thank you for coming.

Kenzie: Any time. I’m here for you, especially with this.

Velma: [quietly] I just don’t know if I could handle coming to him again on my own.

[Kenzie places her hand on Velma’s shoulder.]

Kenzie: You’ll be fine, I promise.

Stanley: Not to spy on ya…

[Velma sighs, looking forward.]

Velma: Yes, Stanley?

Stanley: Who you going to meet then?

Velma: Just… an old friend. Needed to talk to him.

Stanley: That’s fair. I got a friend like that, Pat Thompson, not seen him in years. He moved to the south now, mind, so not much point trying to meet.

[Velma looks over to Kenzie.]

Kenzie: He talks a lot.

[Velma nods in agreement.]

Stanley: Nearly there, I think. If that helps at all.

Velma: Thank you.

[The taxi drives out of the forest, the road completely vanishing into old grass and the trees slowly clearing up to reveal a field. Stanley looks around, confused.]

Stanley: [confused] Are you sure we’re going the right way?

Velma: Very. Just keep driving.

Stanley: [confused] Okay…

[The car continues down the way, now following the trail of of tire tracks on the ground. After a few more moments, Stanley frowns towards the distance.]

Stanley: Oh… hold on, love, we got a problem.

[He slowly parks the car, seeing a white van in the distance with a woman stood outside of it. He turns to the two, smiling.]

Stanley: They look a bit stuck, so I’m just going to go deal with them. Okay?

[Velma and Kenzie nod. Stanley unlocks the door and gets out, closing it behind him. Velma watches as Stanley comes back into view.]

Kenzie: I can never look at this.

[Kenzie looks away. In the distance, Stanley gets the attention of the woman and starts talking to them. Rather suddenly the woman tackles him onto the ground and starts very quickly stabbing him in the chest. After a few seconds, he stops moving but the woman continues to stab him. Velma sighs. Rather suddenly, Marshall appears in the driver’s seat. He turns to Velma, showing that he’s wearing a blue coat and a black shirt.]

Marshall: Sorry that you both had to see that.

Velma: [hesitant] It’s fine.

Marshall: So… you want to come out then?

[Velma hesitates, but starts to nod. Marshall gets back out the taxi normally, going around to Velma’s door.]

Kenzie: [singing] Showtime.

[Velma groans as the door opens.]

Marshall: Come on.

[Velma comes out and follows Marshall towards Alice and the van. Alice was formally wearing a white blouse and black trousers, both now having become covered in blood. She’s holding a very bloody knife and has a large smile on her face. She waves at Velma.]

Alice: [excited] Hiya Velma! How’ve you been?

Velma: [worried] Let’s just… let’s just focus, please.

Alice: [excited] Alright, killjoy, however you want.

Velma: [agitated] Oh, coming from the killer-

Marshall: [forceful] Stop. We have not come here to argue, have we?

[Velma and Alice both nod.]

Marshall: [forceful] Thank you.

[Marshall moves on top of Stanley, now very dead. He has twenty eight stab wounds sporadically across his body.]

Marshall: [surprised] Christ, did you have to stab him so much?

Alice: [reluctant] I may have gotten a bit carried away, can you really blame me?

Velma: [insistent] Yes!

Alice: Aww, don’t worry hon, we’ll give you a lift!

Velma: [defensive] I’m fine, really.

[Velma crosses her arms, looking away from the body.]

Velma: [defensive] Let’s keep these things away from our normal lives, please.

Alice: [groaning] God, you’re still boring.

Marshall: [forceful] Alice, stop it!

Alice: [defensive] She is!

[Marshall goes around and grabs Stanley’s shoulders.]

Marshall: Get his legs.

[Alice hands the knife to Velma and grabs a hold of Stanley’s legs.]

Velma: Nothing’s changed then.

Marshall: Not really.

Alice: 3… 2… 1…!

[Alice and Marshall lift the body, moving towards the back of the van.]

Marshall: Velma, get in the van.

[Velma nods, moving around the van towards the doors to the front. Kenzie leans out the taxi.]

Kenzie: [yelling] Want me to come?

Velma: Kenzie, you stay here!

[Kenzie gives a thumbs up as Velma gets into the van and closes the door.]