The Monster and the Angel
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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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