A WICKED NIGHT, PRE-DESTINED

Written by
Ari Daryadel
aria.daryadel@yahoo.com
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Early morning hours. A vacant curb, except for a WOMAN, 26,
with short brown hair in a tan trench coat smoking a
cigarette, waiting for whatever may come her way.
WOMAN (V.O.)
I dreamed this side of me once. I
was thirteen. Maybe fourteen. I
despised myself in that light. Why
is it the dreams we despise are the
ones we remember and the ones that
bring hope, we forget? Why --
A MAN, 34, nears her, breaking the concentration on her
thoughts. She smiles and he stares blankly.
WOMAN
Hi.
Nothing.
WOMAN (CONTD)
Its okay. You can ask me if youd
like. It usually calms peoples
worries.
Subtle confusion fills his face like a slight shadow you can
hardly make out.
WOMAN (CONTD)
Im not a cop.
A BEAT.
MAN
Lets go.
She smiles, her grin as subtle as the confusion that grazed
his face.
WOMAN
Where are we going?
He begins walking away.
MAN
Shopping.
She LAUGHS.
EXT. MAIN ROAD - NIGHT
The mans black BMW treks the highway alone at incredible
speed.
WOMAN (O.S.)
This is my son. Hell be four this
Christmas.
(Laughter)
I have a Christmas baby.
INT. MANS CAR - CONTINUED
She places the photo back into her purse. Hes concentrated
on the road.
WOMAN
You dont have to worry about what
I may or may not have. I take good
care of myself.
He nods his head like he couldnt care less.
WOMAN (CONTD)
I dont judge you either. I know
its incredibly easy to judge
somebody like me and the same could
be said for the people that request
our services but -- I do this for
my son. Ive never seen sex as a
big deal and Ive never been
ashamed of my actions so --
He turns his head and stares at her but says nothing.
INT. MANS NEIGHBORHOOD - MOMENTS LATER
His car pulls into a large neighborhood. She stares out the
window at the houses they pass.
WOMAN
I see youre well off.
She looks at him and LAUGHS.
WOMAN (CONTD)
Dont you worry though, I dont
base my prices on income.
2.
EXT. MANS HOME - CONTINUED
He parks his car in his driveway. The two exit and he lights
a cigarette. She does too.
MAN
I want you to know, I dont give a
shit about your son. I dont give a
shit about why you do what it is
you do. The excuses... I dont care
to know anything about you. I
despise commitment and romance. The
only fucking I enjoy is empty and
meaningless. In a moment were
going to go inside. Theres a long
walk way from where you enter that
leads immediately into the kitchen.
Until we arrive in the kitchen I
want you to keep your head down
because you have no right to see
the pictures I have framed on my
walls. Is that understood?
She stares into his eyes, trying her best to hide her glare.
She nods.
MAN (CONTD)
Put your cigarette out.
They toss their cigarettes and stomp on them. She follows him
inside.
INT. MANS HOME - CONTINUED
Her heads down as she follows his feet towards the kitchen.
The walls theyre walking by are full of pictures of the man
shaking hands with men in business suits. In some hes
smiling and others he looks as cold as he does tonight.
THE KITCHEN
He grabs a bottle of whiskey and starts pouring himself a
glass with his back turned to her.
WOMAN
I dont want one.
MAN
I didnt ask.
He opens his freezer and pulls ice out. She reaches into her
purse and pulls a gun out.
3.
It COCKS and he pauses. Her hands are shaking and she looks
livid.
WOMAN
Youre a fucking asshole. I dont
usually enjoy doing this but Ill
take exception tonight.
He smiles and turns to face her. Leans back on the counter
and sips his drink.
MAN
This to support your Christmas
baby?
WOMAN
Like you give a fuck.
Behind her in the darkness two shadowy figures approach. One
massages her while the other runs his fingers through her
hair. From head to toe they are covered in black.
She becomes paralyzed in fear. One of the figures removes the
gun from her hand. The other puts tape over her mouth just as
she begins to scream.
Shes taken away backwards as the man takes another sip and
waves her off.
MAN (O.S.)
How blind youd have to be to not
see that everything that unfolds in
this life is pre-determined. Things
are just too balanced sometimes,
concluding in such a way it
wouldnt be possible were it not
written beforehand. How blind youd
have to be not to see that.
He finishes his drink and then sets it down next to the sink.
INT. MANS BEDROOM - NIGHT
Her mouth is taped and her hands and legs are tied to the bed
posts. She is flailing and screaming, muffled.
One of the figures puts the gun on her left eye and the other
removes the tape. Her right eye turns left fearful, staring
at the gun blocking her other one.
The man enters.
4.
WOMAN
(Faint; Weak)
What do you want?
The man looks around sarcastically confused.
MAN
To rape and murder you...?
Her fear washes away, transforming into despondence. Shes
given up.
WOMAN
Why?
The man LAUGHS.
MAN
What were your intentions going
into this?
No response.
MAN (CONTD)
-- Play the nice card, butter me up
and try to get to know me? Tell me
about your life and the innocence
that surrounds the decisions you
make that could paint you in a bad
light so that Id sympathise with
you and let my guard down?
He starts unbuckling his belt and unbuttons the cuffs on his
collard shirt.
MAN (CONTD)
You were going to rob me and then
kill me, were you not?
She starts crying.
WOMAN
Not kill you.
He gets on top of her and grabs her neck.
MAN
(Shouting angrily)
You were going to rob me and kill
me. You were going to shoot me in
my fucking head and leave.
He releases his hand from her neck and weighs the situation
calmly.
5.
MAN (CONTD)
Rob me... Kill me. Rob me... Kill
me. Seems kind of justified, does
it not? I dont need to rob you, I
have money. Lots of it, and great
means to make it. So instead of
robbing you and then killing you
Ill replace the robbery with rape.
I wouldnt even call it rape though
cause lets be honest for a moment,
if you really are a prostitute you
dont want to fuck any of the men
who pay you for their pleasure, so
its more of a freebie than
anything right?
One of the figures closes the door and turns off the light.
PITCH BLACK DARKNESS
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
The curb where the woman once stood smoking is now empty.
Occupied by no one with no cars passing by.
WOMAN (O.S.)
(Screaming)
No!
FADE OUT:
6.