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THE BEAST:
TV film script by Colin J Platt
MARY WILSON: (44 year old woman)
DAVE JOYCE: (THE BEAST/SHADOW .21 year old man)
JOHN WILSON: (SON. 23 year old man)
GERALD CLAYMORE: (COWARD. 25 year old man)
STRANGER: (52 year old rough neck)
CYCLIST: (28 year old man)
JENNIFER JAMESON: (FRIEND. 45 year old woman)
SETTING: LOCAL WOOD AT NIGHT.
Please be aware that this is part 4 of a four part script. It is advisable to read parts 1, 2 , and 3 to get the whole picture. Thank you.
Background:
Mary Wilson makes an error of judgment when walking home alone, with troubling consequences.
Story so far:
The Beast has stabbed and shot himself accidentally, and has also been bitten by a snake.
SCENE 4:
Beast:
I think I shot my thumb off!
MARY:
You poor tortured soul.
STRANGER:
I’m coming to get my gun.
BEAST:
I am now the Shadow, so you won’t be able to find me.
STRANGER:
I can see you behind that rock, you stupid idiot.
BEAST/ SHADOW:
That's not me, that's the Beast, I am somewhere else!
MARY:
I think he is starting to hallucinate.
GERALD:
I wish he would die, then I could get home to have a bath.
MARY:
Please, Gerald, have some compassion, all you have done is crap your pants.
GERALD:
I don’t care; he tried to kill us all.
STRANGER:
If you could both create a diversion, I could sneak up on him and slit his throat!
MARY:
He is ill, can’t you see that?
STRANGER:
He is a raving lunatic! he stabbed me in the arse-hole, took my wallet and my shotgun.
GERALD:
If I had my way, I would bury him in shit.
STRANGER:
And you should know, eh?
MARY:
Let us all calm down. (A car approaches)
Thank God, it’s my friend Jennifer.
JENNIFER:
What are you doing out here at this time?
MARY: (Pointing to a section of wood)
We are trying to get away from David Joyce, he is somewhere in that wooded area.
JENNIFER:
Really, I thought he was in the loony-bin.
STRANGER:
He will be in his grave, when I get hold of him.
JENNIFER:
Why? What did he do?
GERALD:
He made me crap myself!
STRANGER:
Who the hell’s bothered about you! I have been stabbed in my arse .
MARY:
And I have a twisted ankle. We have to get away from here before he comes back. Have you got a phone?
JENNIFER:
No, I forgot it.
(The Shadow alias the Beast has crept up behind the car and has stabbed the tires.)
JENNIFER:
Hurry and get in. What’s that noise?
STRANGER:
That bloody little bastard, has stabbed your tires.
JENNIFER:
What? I only just bought them!
SHADOW/ BEAST: (Jumps out from behind a tree and is stood behind Jennifer’s car.)
Finally I have you all in my sights; you will all suffer a slow and painful death.
Mary:
My God, has he got more ammo?
STRANGER:
No, he's bluffing! I checked the gun before, but I must have missed the one round that he shot himself with.
GERALD:
I’m starting to feel unwell in my stomach again!
STRANGER:
Bloody hell, no, this is a nightmare! look here, you raving nutcase, either get it over with, or give up! but whatever you do, kill him first. (Pointing to Gerald)
GERALD:
You uncaring bastard, I’m glad he stabbed you in the arse.
MARY:
Please, let us all calm down.
JENNIFER: (Starting to panic)
I don’t know what to do, I feel unwell.
SHADOW/ BEAST: (Laughing)
At last, my time of recognition has come.
JENNIFER: (Tries to put the car into gear, but she has put it into reverse and accelerates over the Beast/Shadow breaking both his legs.)
STRANGER:
Jump out, and I will run over his head.
MARY:
Please, he is injured.
BEAST/SHADOW:
I feel hurt, but I can’t understand why?
JENNIFER:
My God, is he OK?
MARY:
I think so, but you never know with accidents like this.
THE BEAST/SHADOW: (Lying face up with the wolf mask still on.)
You will all pay for this, when I get up.
STRANGER:
Don’t risk it, run over him again.
MARY: (Looking up the road.)
I see my son’s car coming, thank God!
JOHN WISON: (Looking confused.)
Where have you been, I’ve been phoning you, but all I get is heavy breathing and wolf sounds!
STRANGER: (Pointing to the Beast/Shadow.)
Blame this bastard.
JOHN WILSON:
Is that Dave Joyce?
BEAST/SHADOW:
You just ran over my hand, you careless shit, but fortunately I don’t feel pain now.
JOHN WILSON:
Is he for real?
MARY:
I feel sorry for him, he’s been through so much. Phone the emergency services, John.
GERALD:
What’s that noise?
STRANGER:
I thought it was you.
MARY:
He just stabbed your tire, John!
JOHN WILSON:
The freak! I’m phoning the police.
THE BEAST/SHADOW:
You are all doomed.
STRANGER:
Take that bloody knife off him, someone.
The End.
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