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FADE IN:
EXT. PLANTATION HOME - EVENING
The world is dreamy, a distant sweet memory as a large SUV
rests on a gravel drive before a grand front veranda. A
beautiful BRUNETTE WOMAN, 30, in a dinner dress steps through
the front door and approaches the SUV.
INT. PLANTATION HOME - EVENING
In the foyer, keys lay upon a silver dish surrounded by
pictures on a console table. Heavy FOOTSTEPS approach. A
rugged hand picks up the keys.
BURLY MAN (O.S.)
Come on guys! We're going to be
late.
Beyond the silver dish, the silhouette of BURLY MAN steps
into view.
Children LAUGH, hurried footsteps near. A YOUNG BALLERINA, 8,
streaks by. Her DAPPER BROTHER, 10, follows behind. Burly
Man's silhouette steps after them.
EXT. PLANTATION HOME - EVENING
Children rush out the door. The Brunette Woman waits at the
SUV until the children jump in.
The Brunette Woman meets the clean-cut, sturdy, BURLY MAN,
32, with an smile and takes his hand. Burly Man leans in and
kisses his wife, the Brunette Woman.
Burly Man helps the Brunette Woman into the SUV then climbs
in himself. The SUV starts and rolls down the drive.
The SUV continues a short distance when darkness falls
abnormally quick -- storm clouds rush in to fill the sky, the
SUV disappears and the
PRESENT DAY
Plantation Home is now forsaken and decrepit. Candlelight
flickers in a second story window.
INT. PLANTATION HOME - BEDROOM ONE - NIGHT
Broken portrait frames and military commendations hang on
cracked plaster walls.
An older, grizzlier Burly Man, 45, sits shirtless at the edge
of a tightly tucked bed as streams of cigar smoke rise beyond
him. Darkness will conceal him until the time is right.
INT. SUV - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
A slash of light, a SHRIEK of pain as a man's hand reaches
through raging flames. A heat distorted face appears.
BACK TO SCENE
Burly Man heaves from controlled breaths.
INT. SUV - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
A slash of light. A manly scream fills the air as flames
engulf a man's hand and arm. The distorted face vanishes.
BACK TO SCENE
Burly Man rises and smashes a hole in the wall. He writhes
like a prize fighter warming up then stretches his muscular
back and arms to reveal that burn scars have destroyed the
black and gray tattoos that cover his body.
Burly Man gazes out the window in a moment of solitude. He
puffs at the cigar.
Burly Man grabs a flannel shirt and tactical bowie knife from
a dresser. He straps the knife to his thigh, pinches out
candles and leaves the room and marches down a gloomy
HALLWAY
where he stops at a door, listens and opens it.
A steel framed bed is nestled in the corner. Blond hair peeks
from under a blanket that distends from easy breaths.
Burly Man, a shadow in the doorway, steps into
BEDROOM TWO
and eases over to the bed. With a swift kick to the bed
frame, he jolts the woman under the blanket.
BURLY MAN
It's time to go. Get up. Come on.
Burly Man steps from the room. As he exits, the woman stirs.
Obscured, she rises and glances at the door.
HALLWAY
Burly Man stops at another door. He knocks and eases the door
open. He looks inside.
BEDROOM THREE
Old porno magazines and dirty clothes litter the shambled
room. Moonlight streams through newspapers and crusty porno
pages that cover the windows.
On a tattered mattress, a longhaired MOUNTAIN MAN, 40, sits
in ragged dungarees on a reclaimed lumber bed.
Mountain Man looks up. A glint in his eyes creeps through his
oily hair and grizzled beard. He slow nods Burly Man.
In the doorway, Burly Man nods back and then leaves.
INT. PLANTATION HOME - NIGHT
Burly Man marches through the dilapidated home and into a
dust covered
DINNING ROOM
where he approaches a secret door. He presses a piece of
molding, the door pops open. He enters.
INT. SECRET STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Burly Man bounces down the stairs. The murky faces of
Mountain Man and the Unknown Woman follow behind.
INT. TUNNEL - NIGHT
Burly Man, Mountain Man and the Unknown Woman traipse through
the lantern lit passage.
INT. GALLEY - NIGHT
A wooden torture device that resembles a hand truck sits at
the center of the stone room. The bloodstains that stigmatize
the floor glimmer in nearby firelight around the device.
Deeper into the room, a darkened archway gapes in a corner.
Burly Man marches through. Mountain Man and the Unknown Woman
straggle behind.
Burly Man eases up to the torture device. He clutches it as a
dear friend. Mountain Man and the Unknown Woman walk past him
and move through the room.
BURLY MAN
Make sure you have everything you
need. No mistakes.
Burly Man steps to a darkened wall of pictures and notes. He
stares at a cluster of photos. The Unknown Woman meets him.
UNKNOWN WOMAN
We're ready to go.
BURLY MAN
I'll be right there.
UNKNOWN WOMAN
Are you sure, it's him? You've been
wrong --
Burly Man snaps.
BURLY MAN
Get the fuck out of here and don't
question me again.
The Unknown Woman throws up her hands and slithers away.
Burly Man snatches a picture from the wall, regards it and
marches off.
INT. CELLAR - NIGHT
A fire blazes in a hearth. Woodworking blades and axes hang
from the wood-beamed ceiling. Burly Man rumbles through and
steps to a rugged workbench and picks up what seems to be a
mask. He opens a cabinet above the workbench.
IN THE CABINET
A shelf of macabre, hand-carved, wooden masks sits above
another shelf of burnt, bashed and crushed skulls. There are
a dozen different masks, one for every skull.
BACK TO SCENE
Burly Man places the obscured mask on the shelf above an
empty space on the shelf below. He closes the cabinet and
glances at the picture he pulled from the wall.
THE PICTURE
Is a daytime photo of a pristine, modern, ranch house. The
picture transforms into the present day.
BURLY MAN (O.S.)
I know it's him. His time has come.
EXT. WYNN HOME - DAY
A sporty black Cadillac graces the driveway.
The front door opens. CARTER WYNN, 35, sinewy and fit,
bounces through the door with a portfolio and coffee in hand
and a confident grin on his face.
Carter jumps in the Cadillac and starts it. The Cadillac
pulls from the drive and speeds away.
MONTAGE - CARTER DRIVING THE CADILLAC
-- Classic rock plays. Carter examines himself in the
mirror. He flashes a smile at himself and looks back to
the road.
-- On a highway, Carter's car speeds by and away.
-- Carter's car stops at a light. Carter flips through
pages of concept art.
-- The streetlight turns green. The Cadillac speeds away.
-- Carter's car streams down the street and pulls into a
parking structure.
INT. PARKING STRUCTURE - DAY
Carter exits the car with an easy smile and struts away.
EXT. PARKING STRUCTURE / OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
Carter emerges and strolls along the sidewalk.
Outside the entrance to the office building, a middle-aged
JAZZ MAN plays a smooth tune on a saxophone.
Carter stops at the Jazz Man and tosses small bills into his
case. Jazz Man nods and winks at Carter. Carter kindly nods
back and then enters the office building.
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