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"The Torture Scene" Written by: Matthew Layden FADE IN FROM BLACK: INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION - NIGHT A man is sitting in a chair, his hands tied behind his back and duct tape covers his mouth. The man is built, head shaved and has a goatee. This man is DAVE. He's unconscious with his head down. We hear footsteps off the camera. They get louder and louder till we see a figure standing in front of Dave. This man is wearing an all black suit. He rips off the duct tape, which awakens Dave. DAVE Ah, shit. MAN Did that hurt? The man walks off the camera and grabs a chair. He sits it in front of Dave. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. The man then sits down on the chair and offers a cigarette to Dave. DAVE Who are you? What the hell am I doing here? The main points to a name tag on his suit that reads: Hello, My Name Is SAM DAVE Sam? Sam, what the fuck is going on? Sam doesn't respond, instead he places the cigarette in his mouth and lights it. Sam takes a drag between his words. SAM Listen Dave, I don't particularly want to hurt you, but if you don't do as I say...well then, we're going to have some problems. DAVE What? I don't understand? SAM Well, it seems you have pissed off the wrong type of people. Which is why your in this current situation. Sam gets up from his chair and walks towards a black bag that is off to the corner of the room. Sam picks it up and brings it over to Dave. Sam drops it beside Dave and walks back to grab a TV dinner table. DAVE Listen, I don't know who you think I am, but you got the wrong guy. Sam laughs. Sam brings the TV dinner table and sets it up beside his chair. Sam picks up the black bag and places it on the TV dinner table. He then proceeds to sit down. SAM You watch movies Dave? In every kidnapping flick, the guy always says that you've got the wrong guy. You've got to understand that I do this for a living, so please, don't tell me I have the wrong guy. DAVE But I didn't do anything. SAM You might think you've done nothing wrong, but you have. DAVE Listen, I'm just a regular guy who lives a regular life. I play poker with my buddies on Sundays. I go to the bar to have a drink. Sam begins to open the black bag DAVE What are you doing? Sam doesn't respond DAVE Hey, I'm talking to you. SAM Do you see this bag, it's my little bag of tricks. Well, technically it's not really mine, it's my cousins. Although, he lets me borrow it from time to time. DAVE What the hell are you going to do? Sam pulls out a timer and sets it for ten minutes. SAM I'm setting this timer for ten minutes Dave. Ten Minutes is seen in the corner of the screen and it begins to count down. SAM (CONT'D) If I don't get the information that I need when this timer hits zero. Someone will die. Dave's eyes widen as he looks at the timer. SAM I wonder what's going through your head right now. Knowing that you have ten minutes to live. What are you thinking about? Your family? Your friends? Or could it be how much you want to kill me. DAVE Jesus Christ... Sam looks at Dave with disgust. Sam reaches into his bag and pulls out a scalpel. Sam lunges at Dave and cuts just above his left eye. Dave screams in pain SAM Dave, you shall not take the lords name in vain. Now, if I hear you say it again, the cuts go deeper and bigger. Don't make me be the bad guy here. Dave screaming begins to calm down. Blood is dripping into his eye. DAVE I have no idea what the fuck you want from me. SAM Dave, I torture people. I mean, that's what I do. It's my job. I remember this one prick, tough as nails. It took me three days to finally get to him. Toughest son of a bitch I've ever met. Dave looks at the timer, 8:45 left. SAM I'd done everything to him. He wouldn't say anything. I had to admire that. I knew that whatever I would do to him, he wouldn't talk. So I had to bring another factor into the equation. Sam begins to empty his bag, pulling out a drill, salt, another scalpel and two knives. SAM (CONT'D) So, I went to the closet, that was in the back of the room. Sam glances at the time, it reads 7:55. SAM Do you know what was in there? DAVE Do I want to know? Sam looks at Dave for a minute. SAM It was his son. His name was Michael. I stood him up in front of his father, who was already beaten to shit. The kid started to cry. I saw the look of horror hit his father's face like a ton of bricks. (pause) That's when I slit the kids throat from ear to ear. Dave looks at Sam with disgust and horror. His eyes begin to tear up. DAVE You sick fuck. SAM The kid was thirteen years old. At that very moment he said that he would never tell me anything. Which was a mistake, cause that told me that he did in fact know something. What do you think I did next? DAVE Please...stop this. SAM I went back to the closet, this time I came back with his daughter. Katie, Seven years old. I promised him that I would do far worse things to her, behind closed doors, after I had killed him. Nothing made him more furious then the idea of me hurting his little daughter. Imagine the wild thoughts you would have running through your head at that very moment. DAVE Did you kill her? Sam glances at the time, 6 minutes left. DAVE ANSWER ME!!! DID YOU KILL HER!!! SAM In the end, Dave. I got the information I wanted. I've never made a mistake. I've never killed an innocent man. The reason I'm telling you this is because I will get what I need from you. DAVE Please, tell me. Did you kill the girl. SAM I'll let that question sit with you for a bit. 5:45 minutes left. SAM Dave, you have just over five minutes left. I'm going to torture you, every minute that goes by. Dave looks at the time with terror. 5:39. SAM You can stop this. Just give me the names. Dave doesn't say anything. SAM Did I forget to mention that we have a time limit? DAVE Fuck you maniac. SAM Dave, I've been called many things. Maniac, psycho, sadistic fuck, dickless bastard. So please, if you're going to insult me, be a little bit more original. Remember, every maniac, every fuck you, every spit in the face. It's just ticking your life away. 5:29 minutes left. SAM It will get worse. Trust me. DAVE Listen, I've already told you. I have no idea what the fuck you want from me. You've got the wrong fucking guy. Let me go. Sam ignores everything that Dave just said. SAM You may be surprised by this, but everything in the bag was bought off the internet. Now, those people out there, those are the maniacs, okay, those are the sadistic fucks. You should really see the shit out there Dave, it's sickening. DAVE And what are you. SAM Well, I'm not psycho that's for sure. You hear so many of those serial killers use the same old shit excuses. Me? I never grew up with an abusive father, no one ever put their cigarettes out on my arm or neck. I don't hear voices inside my head that tell me to kill people. No dog has ever told me to do shit. I certainly do not have a split personality. I don't think that I'm doing God's will. I grew up with a loving family, I got the things I wanted. I was on the fucking honour roll in high school. 5:00 left. Sam takes one of the knives and throws it at Dave's foot. The knife stick out of Dave's foot. Dave screams in pain. DAVE Shit...Oh God. Sam takes the other knife and throws it into Dave's other foot. Dave screams yet again. SAM I told you, not to use the Lord's name in vain. Dave tries to stop screaming and hide the pain. 4:45 minutes left. SAM Are you going to cooperate with me Dave? Dave doesn't respond, instead he looks at his feet. SAM I see. Well, maybe this will interest you. Sam reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out a picture. He places it on the floor in between Dave's feet. Dave sees the picture and looks back at Sam. The hate on his face is unbelievable. SAM Where did I get that picture? Sam thinks for a second. SAM (CONT'D) Oh, yes. The desk drawer. Next to your bed. Makes you ponder the question, how did I get it? DAVE I'm going to kill you. Dave struggles to get out of the chair, he loosens his ropes a tad, but not enough to set him free. SAM Your wife is a very beautiful lady. We wouldn't want anything to tarnish that beauty? Do we? Dave continues to struggle in the chair, it's hard to get out, with his hands tied behind his back. Sam glances at the time yet again. 4:12 minutes left. DAVE If you harm one hair on her head. SAM You'll what? You're tied to a fucking chair. You're not going anywhere. Ten seconds Dave. Dave looks over at the timer, which now reads 4:08. SAM Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to...hurt you again. DAVE You can go fuck yourself. SAM Harsh words. Sam picks up the scalpel and walks behind Dave. Dave cannot see Sam anymore, he has no idea what he's doing behind him. SAM You notice in the movies, when they try to make you feel uncomfortable and cringe and gory scenes. They always go over the top. You know what I mean? Limbs falling off, heads rolling and blood gushing. (pause) But I find that it's the little things that make the audience squirm in their seats. 4:00 minuntes left. Sam takes the scalpel and cuts the webbing in between Dave's fingers. The blood covers Dave's hands. Sam cuts each and every one between the fingers. Dave is screaming in agony. Sam walks back to the chair in front of Dave and takes a seat. He places the scalpel on the table. SAM It will get worse. Dave begins to struggle with the rope that has his hands tied together. Dave again, tries to bare the pain and hide it. Dave begins to chuckle to himself. DAVE Exactly how long have you been...torturing people? SAM Long enough. The names Dave. DAVE I don't know any names. SAM Dave, you have the names of the only people who eye witnessed the president in the murder. What I'm doing is nothing compared to what he'll have his people do. DAVE You're not one of his people? SAM No. DAVE Well...I'm sorry to disappoint, but I have nothing. I don't know any name of any people in any murder. Sam looks at Dave, then looks at the timer. 3:23 minutes left. SAM You've got twenty-three seconds to tell me or I torture you again. Sam picks up the picture in between Dave's feet. DAVE Leave it alone. SAM Kiss her goodbye Dave. This is the last time you'll ever see her. DAVE Don't do this. You're killing an innocent man. SAM 10 seconds left. I take it you're not going to tell me. Dave looks up at the ceiling. DAVE Please God. Stop this. SAM Prayer will not save you. 3:00 minutes left. Sam takes the scalpel and peels the skin away from Dave's forearm. Sam walks back to the table and picks up the salt. SAM This is going to hurt. Sam pours the salt on the wound. Dave again struggles in his chair and screams. DAVE You...you believe in God? SAM I believe in a creator. Everything must have started from something, so there must have been a creator. DAVE How can you do this? When you believe in God. You say this is your job. What happens when you're roasting in hell. Killing innocent children. You said you've never killed an innocent man, but what about that kid. Those people on the internet aren't the sadistic fucks. You are. You're going to burn in hell for it. Sam ignores Dave. SAM Dave. I've learned that you don't need torture devices in order to torture someone. A sound goes off, it's like a siren. Dave looks at the timer, it reads 2:35. DAVE What's that? SAM Tea's ready. Sam leaves the room and grabs the tea kettle, he brings it back, the steam is filling the air. Dave looks at it with horror. DAVE What are you going to do? SAM You want me to tell you how I'm going to do to you in the next twenty seconds? (pause) I'm going to pour this boiling tea down your throat. Dave begins to struggle in his chair again. DAVE Please, stop this. SAM You have the ability to stop this. They both sit there silent, staring at the tea kettle and the timer. It counts down the seconds. Sam has a grin on his face, while Dave is extremely nervous. Dave continues to change between the timer, the tea kettle and Sam. 2:00 minues left. Sam takes the tea kettle and walks over to Dave. SAM Open your mouth. Dave shakes his head no. SAM Open your fucking mouth. Dave shakes his head no again. Sam sticks the spout of the kettle into Dave's mouth forcefully. He pours the hot tea water down Dave's throat. Dave struggles in his chair. The water is pouring out of his mouth, all over his body. Sam stops, the kettle has some water left in it. Sam places the tea kettle back on the TV dinner table. SAM Dave...can you hear me? Dave's head is hung over, looking at his feet. His voice is damaged from the tea water. It's low and seems to hurt more with every word. DAVE Yes... SAM Dave, you don't have much time left. I had hoped that it didn't need to come down to this. Look behind you Dave. Dave doesn't move. SAM Look behind you Dave. Dave slowly turns his head, he sees a closet in the corner of the room. His eyes tear up, he begins to cry softly. SAM I don't have to tell you what's behind that closet do I? I already showed you a picture of your wife. Would you like me to show you one of your daughters earrings? Dave cries in his seat. SAM Dave. Answer me Dave. DAVE She's six years old. SAM I know. If you want to protect her, then tell me the names. DAVE Jonathan...Mowers. Sam stares at Dave. SAM You're lying. DAVE No...I'm not. I swear to you. SAM Dave, I can see a lie from a mile away. I'm calling your bluff, Mr. Poker player. 1:00 minute left. Sam glances at the time. DAVE Please...don't hurt her. SAM You've got one minute Dave, before I go to that closet and drag her out here. I swear to you, I'll kill her right in front of you. DAVE You parent should outlive their children. Sam glances at the timer 56 seconds. SAM You asked me if I had killed the little girl. DAVE Yes... 52 seconds. SAM Yes. It haunts me to this day. 48 seconds. DAVE Please, don't make the same mistake twice. Dave glances at the time. 45 seconds. SAM I'm sorry. But this has to be done. DAVE You son of a bitch, you mother fucker. Fuck you, fuck you. Dave struggles more and more in his chair, he loosens his knots, his hands are still covered in blood. Sam picks up the drill, he turns in on. Dave looks at it in horror. DAVE You're lying. You don't have my daughter. You're full of shit. SAM Are you calling my bluff Dave? Are you willing to take that risk? 28 seconds. Sam takes out another cigarette and lights it. He leaves the pack of cigarettes and his lighter on the table. DAVE I'll have a cigarette now. SAM Smoking will kill you. Don't you know that? Dave loosens his knots more and more, his hands are almost free. SAM Should I kill you in front of her? Or should I kill her in front of you? DAVE You mother fucker. I'll fucking kill you if you touch her. Sam walks in front of Dave with the drill in hand. SAM I think I'll kill you first, then let your imagination run wild. Imagine your daughter screaming. As I peel the finger nails from her fingers. As I rip her eye lids off. 15 seconds. DAVE You fucking monster. I swear to God, I'm going to kill you. 10 seconds. Sam walks over to the closet. Dave screams at Sam, but can't do anything about it. DAVE Stay away from her. God dammit. Sam walks back to Dave. SAM What did I say about the Lord's name? 5 seconds. Sam glances at the time. SAM Your time is almost up. Dave glances at the time 3 seconds. SAM Any last words. DAVE Go to hell. The timer goes off. It has reached zero. Dave's hands are free, he lunges at Sam, grabbing a scalpel from the table as they both fall to the ground. He stabs Sam in the shoulder. They struggle with each other on the floor. Sam tries to stab Dave with the drill, as Dave tries to stab Sam with the scalpel. CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY. We see the door that is the entrance way to the room. We hear the struggling in the room. Glass is broken and then finally we hear a scream. We hear footsteps walking within the room. We hear the creaking of a door open, it must be the closet. We hear more sounds that are not recognizable. The door in the hallway begins to creak open, but all we see is a dark shadowy figure of the man, who is smoking a cigarette. Fade to Black.
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