Post by Wreck on Feb 11, 2006 20:28:47 GMT -5
PART ONE
(A desk. A lamp. A chair. All in the corner of a dark room lit by a desk lamp. Shadows bounce off the walls as a man sits in the chair, cracking his knuckles. The chair begins to squeak as he leans down and opens the bottom desk drawer. He starts moving the items inside it around until he finds a locked steel box. He removes the box and places it on the desk. On the bottom of it are the numbers 1 through 7, each a separate button. The man then punches ‘2’ ‘3’ ‘4’ and an audible ‘Click!’ fills the room. The bottom half of the steel box is pulled from the top to reveal a single pistol and a clip of ammo. The box is thrown on the ground as the clip is loaded. The man cocks the gun, shuts the drawer and turns off the light. One can then hear the chair being pushed in and a door opening.)
(The scene then cuts to showing Wreck sitting in his changing room, flipping through his CD collection. He then pops open the stereo and inserts the ‘Animals’ album by Pink Floyd. He goes to his desk and pulls out the chair, quickly falling into it and letting out a deep sigh. He grabs the remote and switches the CD player to track 3. The odd sound of the music makes the room seem like a mere wall between him and the rest of his life. He sits there, doing absolutely nothing, but smiling nonetheless.)
Pig man, big man…
Wreck: God dammit, I remember when life used to be so simple, nothing to worry about. I could just sit back; I could just listen to music and let my worries become the past. Not anymore, now I have these phone calls, people needing to speak to me…
Haha…
(The phone rings, and Wreck quickly springs for the desk phone. He picks it up, but hears nothing but a faint dial tone. After thinking for a quick moment, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. He looks at the color ID only to see ‘Restricted Number.)
Charade, you are…
(He answers the phone, with an obvious sense of curiosity.)
Wreck: Um…hello?
Phone: We know….
Wreck: Know what?
You’re nearly a laugh…
Phone: Your secret….
(The phonecall then ends as Wreck takes it away from his ear and looks at it. He shrugs and places the phone back into his pocket and picks up the news paper. There is then a knock at the door, and Wreck ignores it. He holds up the paper to his face, as the door is swung open. He recognizes who is talking to him by the sound of his voice.)
Seth Lerch: Wreck, at any other time I wouldn’t disturb you if you didn’t let me in…
Wreck: What do you want? I’m in a bad mood.
You fucked up old hag…
Seth: This is serious….Look at me, Wreck…
(Wreck holds the paper closer to his face to block everything in sight.)
Haha….
(The muzzle of a gun then pokes over the top of the newspaper and pushes it downward. Wreck’s eyes widen to see 2 cops, 1 wielding a pistol, are standing in the doorway.)
Seth: Wreck, what the FUCK have you done!?
(The first detective takes his gun and puts it into his holster and smiles.)
Charade, you are…
PART TWO
(The scene cuts to show Wreck sitting in an interrogation room with the two detectives from earlier. Sitting on the table are a folder filled with pictures and 2 bags filled with evidence.)
Detective 1: Wreck, we really aren’t getting anywhere, so let’s get a little more personal. My name is Detetctive Brown, and my partner is…
Detective 2: Detective Spencer.
Wreck: I still don’t understand, this doesn’t make any sense…
Brown: Wreck, look at the pictures. Are they forged? You were talking with these kids MINUTES before they were killed! Your wallet was found at the scene of the crime!
Wreck: They must have stolen it! That’s what they were trying to do in the first place, they probably swiped it from me when they walked away…
Spencer: Wreck, what’s your name…
Wreck: Rick….Rick Lawson.
Spencer: Ok, Rick, may I call you that?
Wreck: No.
Spencer: Ok then, Wreck. I think you don’t realize the magnitude of this crime. A 17 year-old and an 18 year-old were found shot to death. Both of these boys were with you minutes before they died, we have pictures. Do you realize how long you’ll be in that cell? And that’s not even counting in the death penalty.
Wreck: I didn’t do it….Why would I?
Brown: That’s what we’re trying to figure out here. I’m going to give you 2 more minutes before I start seriously going ‘ripshit’ as you kids call it now…
(Hearing a 47 year old man say this makes Wreck emit a slight chuckle.)
Brown: You think this is funny, you little bitch!? 2 kids are DEAD because of you, can you not comprehend what I’m saying!?
(Wreck become red and bangs the table as he begins to yell.)
Wreck: I think you need to get your facts straight! I didn’t kill, nor would I, these kids. Yes, they mugged me, but I don’t even own a gun!
(Detective Spencer leaves the room and comes back in with a handful of papers. He throws them in Wreck’s face.)
Spencer: That isn’t what these say. We did a run on your name, Rick. You have 2 guns registered in your name. Lying to us is only going to make things worse…
Wreck: I think you need to understand something. I didn’t kill these kids. If you don’t believe me, fine, but I need to get out of here soon. I have match against an old friend in a little bit, and I really need to go rest….
Brown: Shut the fuck up and start listening to what the hell we are SAYING! We have bags of evidence!
(Brown throws a bag with Wreck’s old cigarettes and wallet into Wreck’s face.)
Brown: DNA evidence! We have witnesses! WE HAVE EVIDENCE SAYING YOU DID IT!
(Spencer then comes up behind Wreck and shoves a picture of the 2 dead boys in his face. The picture is a close-up of the crime scene. Wreck then punches Detective Spencer right in the face as he falls to the ground. Brown then draws his gun as Wreck jumps up from the table and 2 other men run into the room.)
Brown: Wreck, sit down now. That right there was assault on an officer. You’re going to jail for that. Whether you killed these boys or not.
(Wreck then looks down at his bleeding knuckles and places his head in his hands.)
Wreck: I didn’t do it…why won’t you believe me? Do I look like a killer? DO I!?
(Brown leans in and stares him down.)
Brown: Yes. Yes you do.
(Wreck throws his fist onto the table and stands up.)
Wreck: Am I under arrest?
(Brown shakes his head as Spencer slowly gets up from the ground.)
Wreck: I’m out of here. Oh yeah….one more thing…
(Wreck bends down to tie his shoe and then stands up.)
Wreck: Fuck you.
(As we walks out he pushes Spencer as he shakes his head in disbelief. The camera then pans out into darkness.)
(A desk. A lamp. A chair. All in the corner of a dark room lit by a desk lamp. Shadows bounce off the walls as a man sits in the chair, cracking his knuckles. The chair begins to squeak as he leans down and opens the bottom desk drawer. He starts moving the items inside it around until he finds a locked steel box. He removes the box and places it on the desk. On the bottom of it are the numbers 1 through 7, each a separate button. The man then punches ‘2’ ‘3’ ‘4’ and an audible ‘Click!’ fills the room. The bottom half of the steel box is pulled from the top to reveal a single pistol and a clip of ammo. The box is thrown on the ground as the clip is loaded. The man cocks the gun, shuts the drawer and turns off the light. One can then hear the chair being pushed in and a door opening.)
(The scene then cuts to showing Wreck sitting in his changing room, flipping through his CD collection. He then pops open the stereo and inserts the ‘Animals’ album by Pink Floyd. He goes to his desk and pulls out the chair, quickly falling into it and letting out a deep sigh. He grabs the remote and switches the CD player to track 3. The odd sound of the music makes the room seem like a mere wall between him and the rest of his life. He sits there, doing absolutely nothing, but smiling nonetheless.)
Pig man, big man…
Wreck: God dammit, I remember when life used to be so simple, nothing to worry about. I could just sit back; I could just listen to music and let my worries become the past. Not anymore, now I have these phone calls, people needing to speak to me…
Haha…
(The phone rings, and Wreck quickly springs for the desk phone. He picks it up, but hears nothing but a faint dial tone. After thinking for a quick moment, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. He looks at the color ID only to see ‘Restricted Number.)
Charade, you are…
(He answers the phone, with an obvious sense of curiosity.)
Wreck: Um…hello?
Phone: We know….
Wreck: Know what?
You’re nearly a laugh…
Phone: Your secret….
(The phonecall then ends as Wreck takes it away from his ear and looks at it. He shrugs and places the phone back into his pocket and picks up the news paper. There is then a knock at the door, and Wreck ignores it. He holds up the paper to his face, as the door is swung open. He recognizes who is talking to him by the sound of his voice.)
Seth Lerch: Wreck, at any other time I wouldn’t disturb you if you didn’t let me in…
Wreck: What do you want? I’m in a bad mood.
You fucked up old hag…
Seth: This is serious….Look at me, Wreck…
(Wreck holds the paper closer to his face to block everything in sight.)
Haha….
(The muzzle of a gun then pokes over the top of the newspaper and pushes it downward. Wreck’s eyes widen to see 2 cops, 1 wielding a pistol, are standing in the doorway.)
Seth: Wreck, what the FUCK have you done!?
(The first detective takes his gun and puts it into his holster and smiles.)
Charade, you are…
PART TWO
(The scene cuts to show Wreck sitting in an interrogation room with the two detectives from earlier. Sitting on the table are a folder filled with pictures and 2 bags filled with evidence.)
Detective 1: Wreck, we really aren’t getting anywhere, so let’s get a little more personal. My name is Detetctive Brown, and my partner is…
Detective 2: Detective Spencer.
Wreck: I still don’t understand, this doesn’t make any sense…
Brown: Wreck, look at the pictures. Are they forged? You were talking with these kids MINUTES before they were killed! Your wallet was found at the scene of the crime!
Wreck: They must have stolen it! That’s what they were trying to do in the first place, they probably swiped it from me when they walked away…
Spencer: Wreck, what’s your name…
Wreck: Rick….Rick Lawson.
Spencer: Ok, Rick, may I call you that?
Wreck: No.
Spencer: Ok then, Wreck. I think you don’t realize the magnitude of this crime. A 17 year-old and an 18 year-old were found shot to death. Both of these boys were with you minutes before they died, we have pictures. Do you realize how long you’ll be in that cell? And that’s not even counting in the death penalty.
Wreck: I didn’t do it….Why would I?
Brown: That’s what we’re trying to figure out here. I’m going to give you 2 more minutes before I start seriously going ‘ripshit’ as you kids call it now…
(Hearing a 47 year old man say this makes Wreck emit a slight chuckle.)
Brown: You think this is funny, you little bitch!? 2 kids are DEAD because of you, can you not comprehend what I’m saying!?
(Wreck become red and bangs the table as he begins to yell.)
Wreck: I think you need to get your facts straight! I didn’t kill, nor would I, these kids. Yes, they mugged me, but I don’t even own a gun!
(Detective Spencer leaves the room and comes back in with a handful of papers. He throws them in Wreck’s face.)
Spencer: That isn’t what these say. We did a run on your name, Rick. You have 2 guns registered in your name. Lying to us is only going to make things worse…
Wreck: I think you need to understand something. I didn’t kill these kids. If you don’t believe me, fine, but I need to get out of here soon. I have match against an old friend in a little bit, and I really need to go rest….
Brown: Shut the fuck up and start listening to what the hell we are SAYING! We have bags of evidence!
(Brown throws a bag with Wreck’s old cigarettes and wallet into Wreck’s face.)
Brown: DNA evidence! We have witnesses! WE HAVE EVIDENCE SAYING YOU DID IT!
(Spencer then comes up behind Wreck and shoves a picture of the 2 dead boys in his face. The picture is a close-up of the crime scene. Wreck then punches Detective Spencer right in the face as he falls to the ground. Brown then draws his gun as Wreck jumps up from the table and 2 other men run into the room.)
Brown: Wreck, sit down now. That right there was assault on an officer. You’re going to jail for that. Whether you killed these boys or not.
(Wreck then looks down at his bleeding knuckles and places his head in his hands.)
Wreck: I didn’t do it…why won’t you believe me? Do I look like a killer? DO I!?
(Brown leans in and stares him down.)
Brown: Yes. Yes you do.
(Wreck throws his fist onto the table and stands up.)
Wreck: Am I under arrest?
(Brown shakes his head as Spencer slowly gets up from the ground.)
Wreck: I’m out of here. Oh yeah….one more thing…
(Wreck bends down to tie his shoe and then stands up.)
Wreck: Fuck you.
(As we walks out he pushes Spencer as he shakes his head in disbelief. The camera then pans out into darkness.)
