INT. ABANDONED OLD WAREHOUSE

               A man wakes up in a wooden chair. Both his hands and feet are
               tied up and his mouth is gagged with a cloth. This man goes
               by the name of FRED STEVENS, a rich hard working businessman,
               42. The room is filled with rusted contraptions. The only
               light in the room is a light bulb that flickers regularly. In
               front of the tied up man is a huge rusted door. Mr. Stevens
               still dazed, slowly understands his position and tries to
               scream, but the gag prevents him from making any loud noises.
               His other attempts to get free are also futile. 

               Footsteps are heard in the direction of the door. Slowly the
               door is pushed open. The door screeches as it rubs the stone
               floor. SIMON DRIFTWOOD, 21 enters the room.

                                   SIMON
                             (playful)
                         Good morning, Mr. Stevens

               Mr. Stevens screams angrily but the gag prevents him from
               producing any understandable words.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                             (ignoring)
                         Allow me to introduce myself, my
                         name is Simon and I am the judge,
                         but please call me Mr. Judge.

               Simon bends trough his legs, his eyes meet Mr. Stevens.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         Let me start with a simple
                         question: Do you know why you are
                         here? Please respond with the
                         appropriate head movement.

               Mr. Steven shakes his head. 

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         Well,

               Simon stands up and circles behind the chair. The eyes of Mr.
               Stevens follow him as he goes.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         Let me help you remember.

               Simon softly pads the man on the back.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         Today you woke up, ate your wife's
                         delicious baked toast and eggs and
                         left for the office. There you
                         worked hard the way you always do
                         until 6 PM.
                         You left your office and headed
                         back for your car in the parking
                         lot after which you drove off. Now
                         this...

               Simon lifts his index finger like a school teacher.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         Is what I'm trying to make you
                         remember. Where did you go after
                         you left that parking lot?

               Mr. Stevens makes an understanding expression.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                             (happy)
                         I see you've remembered. 

               Simon puts his hands on Mr. Stevens shoulders.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         We've always liked you, Mr.
                         Stevens. The perfect image of a
                         hardworking, modest, friendly,
                         charismatic office worker.
                         We always liked you...
                         (slower and more articulate)
                         Until you and your secretary
                         became... how shall I say... a
                         little too close.

               Simon returns to standing in front of Mr. Stevens.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         Now when one cheats on his wife,
                         there can be one of three reasons.
                         1. You don't love your wife
                         anymore.
                         2. You're a kinky fellow.
                         3. Your wife is as active under the
                         sheets as a nun.
                         So... which is it? 1?

               Mr. Stevens shakes his head.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         How about 2?

               Mr. Stevens shakes his head more forcefully.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         So that means it's three.

               Mr. Stevens hesitantly nods.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                             (smiles)
                         I thought so. Feeling bad yet,
                         about doing it?

               Mr. Stevens nods, almost crying.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                             (smiles friendly)
                         Well, I guess you're good to go
                         then.

               Mr. Stevens looks relieved.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                             (smiles sadistic)
                         However, I can't let you leave here
                         without some kind of punishment.
                         That would be unjust. No matter
                         what you may do in the future, the
                         things you have done in the past,
                         can't be forgiven with a simple
                         "I'm Sorry".

               Simon unbuttons the shirt that Mr. Stevens is wearing. Mr.
               Stevens is confused.

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         Don't get the wrong idea, I'm just
                         going to prepare you for your
                         punishment. You see, I got this
                         friend who enjoys drawing pictures
                         He does it a lot so everyone just
                         calls him the painter.
                             (sadistic)
                         Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like
                         him. He's quite unique.

               Simon opens the heavy door again. Another person is standing
               outside. 

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         Mr. Stevens, the painter. Jack meet
                         Mr. Stevens. 

               A man with long hair and bulky arms, Jack Arts, 35, aka the
               painter enters the room. 

                                   SIMON (CONT'D)
                         You see, Mr. Stevens, what makes
                         the painter so unique is the fact
                         he uses no brush or canvas. I'm
                         sure you'll understand how that
                         works in no time.
                             (to the painter)
                         Your canvas is ready. Call me when
                         you're done.

               Mr. Stevens is panicking and tries to move but he can't. 



               SHOT: KNIFE IN THE PAINTER'S HAND

               Simon closes the door behind him.



               SHOT: SADISTIC SMILE ON SIMON'S FACE

               SFX: The painful SCREAMS of Mr. Stevens



               EXT. CROWDED TRAIN STATION

               Needs filling, ends with Simon passing a police car on the
               side of the street. The inside of the car is then shown.



               INT. POLICE CAR ON THE SIDE OF THE STREET

               Two people are sitting in the car. One of them is JOHN
               PISTOLIER, 51, a veteran, the other his much younger partner,
               TIM STILLING, 29. A huge fume of smoke fills the car. On the
               dashboard stands an ashtray filled with smoked up cigarettes. 

                                   TIM STILLING
                             (referring to Simon)
                         Is that him?

               John blows out smoke strongly.

                                   JOHN PISTOLIER
                         That's him.

               He pushes the cigarette into the ashtray.

                                   JOHN PISTOLIER (CONT'D)
                         Simon Driftwood, 21, born in
                         Buckham. There is no better student
                         in this city. Loved by all his
                         teachers, envied by all his
                         classmates. If anyone were to
                         describe him with one word that
                         word would be perfection.

               John lights a new cigarette.

                                   TIM STILLING
                             (skeptical)
                         And you are telling me that kid is
                         a mass murderer?

                                   JOHN PISTOLIER

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