"Personal _____ "
by mattx110
PAGE 1
Scene: Interrogation room (the kind with no 2-way mirror and a camera in the corner, low budget precinct)
3 seats, those handcuffs on a chain that come up through a hole in the table. They’re open and the key is on the table. A bewildered looking man in a suit in “casual mode”, tie undone, mide-30s sits across from a standing detective (invent him/her how you like but wearing no wedding ring, and give them the right mix of lonely and never-sleeps-alone, old enough to be divorced and a detective).
This all takes place between 8 PM and 3 AM of the same day
Detective: So- you’re an escapee?
Suit: Something in that size.
Detective: I dated one once… didn’t go so well, but hey, bullets between lovers. (break) How do we send you back?
Suit: You let me go, I find my own way back.
‘Tec: OK, free to go then.
(Cell phone ringtones, ‘tec picks it up close-up shows it’s 8:24 PM)
Cell phone: The chief doesn’t like cute, if he’s not talking put him back in holding.
‘Tec: (glares at camera) (break) Sir, do you honestly believe you’re a monster from dimension-X?
Suit: You know I am.
(‘tec hangs up phone)
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Scene: Detective at home, apartment, has a quill, some old mystic books with beautiful gothic binding, very sparse accommodations, 2 used wine glasses and a tipped bottle on a table, some articles of clothing that don’t belong to the occupant. “Tec is busy mumbling meaningless latin or something that seems like it.
PANELS alternate between this scene, and “Suit” in the holding cell, reciting more random latin-sounding things, and making sure his face is still on.
‘Tec: BLABLABLA PLURIBUSTIUSIESTUM…
Suit: …paleontolichius…
‘Tec: Indius inaddius? This is so stupid.
(politely closes book and puts it down on the table, pause, then hits the book awkwardly so it slides across the table a little and it hits the wine bottle that starts to roll)
Suit: (grinning) alsacionachiostentiousi…
(Wine bottle keeps rolling)
Suit: …salicanctimontinotaratinati…
(bottle falls slowly and hits the floor, no shatter, but ‘Tec notices the bottle at the last second and expects one)
Suit: …salicantimenoci… Now get the hell over here and let me out of this cell!
PAGE 3
Scene: Roof, whatever city you love, don’t go too posh with the neighborhood. Both of our principals are up here, the tie flapping the breeze.
‘Tec: You’re a monster.
Suit: And?
‘Tec: capable of no good, destroying lives, feeding on dreams to make nightmares out of warm nights and spread fear
(cell phone starts ringtoning)
Suit: (interrupting) And?
‘Tec: I just wanted to be sure. If I make a suspect vanish, I need to reconcile it with my soul
Suit: you shouldn’t worry about that, I’ve seen your file.
‘Tec: So I’m not the good witch… This is a good deed, isn’t it? Exorcising a demon, banishing a monster, sending him back to the forsaken smoldering
Suit: (interrupting) I don’t know.
‘Tec: (points gun at “Suit”) What do you mean you don’t know? My soul is on the line, and I accept that you’re a demon or whatever you are, but I don’t get “this”. You want me to kill you, I need to know. Will I be forgiven or not?
(cell phone stops ringtoning)
Suit: You can’t know. You just… take on the monsters. And right now, you should be able to see me as I am (face melts into a combination between “Detective” and some kind of demon of whatever folklore you like). Do I look like something that should be free, jailed, or destroyed?
(‘Tec fires the gun at “Suit” from 10 feet, by the time the bullet gets there, “Detective” is on the roof alone)
(Checks Cell Phone call list, missed call at 2:36 AM-it’s some lonely fellow single sinner, name dependant on gender of Detective, received calls at 6:45 PM, and 4:35 PM, Outgoing calls at 2:30 and 4:25 PM in time-place order, no call at 8:24 PM listed)
*All directions and staging choices subject to change by artist if a better idea hits you.
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