THIS STUFF IS MADE BY EUGENE BALDOVINO.

"Stream of Consciousness"

FADE IN:

EXT. CITY - NIGHT

On a dark stormy night a lone man in a trench coat, but no umbrella, walks down the street. Christian, male, late 20's, average build seems to enjoy the rain hitting his face.

A silhouette of a THIN MAN in the distance bathed in street light makes him look angelic.

Christian pauses at the image.

The thin man walks up to Christian.

THIN MAN
Ella is waiting for you at
the Town Castle Hotel.

Christian steps back in horror.

CHRISTIAN
Ella?

A loud BANG disrupts their conversation.

The thin man drops to the ground in front of him.

Christian bends down to check the thin man out, he's dead.

He searches the body and to his surprise he finds a small handgun. Christian frantically swings it around searching for the gunman, but the street is bare.

A POLICE SIREN screams in the distance. Christian drops the gun and starts to run.

The rain pounds on his face. He abruptly stops and runs back. The thin man's body is gone, but the gun is still there.

Christian takes no time to pick up the gun, sticks it in his coat, and continues to run away.

He turns the corner and finds a children's playground across the street. A RUSTY SQUEAKING NOISE forces Christian to cringe.

He reaches inside his coat.

CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)
Where the hell is the gun?

He looks around again for the gunman. No one is in sight. He turns back to search the ground for his gun.

The RUSTY SQUEAKING becomes louder. Christian hears a voice in the distance.

SMALL GIRL
Hey mister!

Christian turns to notice some kind of movement going on at the playground.

He looks both ways before he crosses the street.

As he moves closer he realizes that there is a SMALL GIRL, soaked dress, dirty shoes, playing on a rusty swing set.

CHRISTIAN
My god. What are you doing out
here in the middle of the night?
You might catch pneumonia.

The small girl GIGGLES as she seems to be enjoying the rain.

CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)
Come with me. I'll walk you home.

SMALL GIRL
I don't know mister, my dad
hasn't come back yet. Have you
seen him?

CHRISTIAN

What? Jesus Christ. How long
have you been waiting?

SMALL GIRL
Forever.

Christian walks up to the little girl who continues to sway back and forth.

CHRISTIAN
Maybe I should just take you
back home where it's nice and
warm.

SMALL GIRL

I promised daddy that I would
stay here until he gets back.
Have you seen him?

CHRISTIAN
I wouldn't know, kid. This is
stubborn. Come. You don't want
to get sick, do you?

SMALL GIRL

You sound like my mommy. She's
always nagging my daddy to
eat more food. Daddy is a
thin man.

Christian stumbles back.

CHRISTIAN
A thin man?

SMALL GIRL
Yeah, but daddy always tells
mommy that he doesn't care
as long as he looks good naked.

CHRISTIAN
What the hell?

A POLICE SIREN invades their conversation.

Christian cowers behind a tree near the swing set.

The POLICE SIREN fades away.

SMALL GIRL

You're a funny man. Do you
want to see something funny,
funny man?

Christian cautiously scans the area before he approaches the girl again.

CHRISTIAN
No, I'm taking you home before
something bad happens.

Small girl lifts up her dress.

CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)
Stop.

The small girl takes out a handgun the was under her dress and points it at Christian.

SMALL GIRL
Isn't this funny?

Christian ducks for cover.

SMALL GIRL (CONT'D)
Hey funny man, look what I
can do.

She tries to aim the gun at
Christian.

CHRISTIAN
Stop that right now, your daddy
will kill you.

SMALL GIRL
So what? He's always getting
angry at me.

She pulls the trigger and CLICK. Christian jumps. Nothing happens, the gun was not loaded.

Christian looks like he's about to say something, but decides to turn around, he runs away.

He can clearly hears the RUSTY SQUEAKING NOISE of the swing and then BANG. Everything returns to silence except for the pounding rain that punishes Christian's face.

Christian carefully looks back. And then the sound of a POLICE SIREN startles poor Christian again.

He runs like a mad man. In the distance he sees a neon sign:

"Town Castle Hotel"

INT. TOWN CASTLE HOTEL - LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER

The first thing Christian notices is a blood trail that leads to an elevator with doors painted black. The only other person in the room is an ATTENDANT, male, 50's, black suit, glasses, sits behind the desk.

CHRISTIAN
Ella? I'm here for Ella.

The attendant ignores him.

CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)
Come on, man. Remember me
from yesterday? Just give me
the key. Room nineteen.

The attendant is motionless.

CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)
Hey!

He tries to reach for the Attendant, but the man collapses before Christian. Blood pours out behind his head and onto the counter.

DING, the sound of the elevator alerts Christian.

The black doors slide open. A DARK WOMAN, leather pants and jacket, hat with a veil hiding her face.

CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)
Ella... It can't be you.

Christian makes his way to the exit.

DARK WOMAN
How's my daughter doing?

Christian struggles to get the door open, but it won't budge.

CHRISTIAN
Please. God.

POLICE SIRENS scream outside. The rain patters against the door.

Dark Woman places a hand on Christian's shoulder.

He SCREAMS in horror.

DARK WOMAN
My darling, Christian.

Her hand makes it's way around his neck.

Dark Woman pulls out a gun with the other hand and places the nozzle on top of his cranium.

The POLICE SIRENS wail from outside.

DARK WOMAN (CONT'D)
I'm not a bad mother. My daughter
loves me.

CHRISTIAN
Stop it. Please. No more.

The door bursts open. Police men storm in with guns leading them like metal detectors.

Christian continues to scream as he competes with the POLICE SIRENS.

CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)
It's not my fault.

All the cops point their guns at Christian who is cowering on the ground.

Dark Woman and Attendant is no where in sight. Only Christian and a trail of blood remains in the lobby.

The police scatter and search the area.

CHRISTIAN (CONT'D)
Please. I'm not guilty.

A COP does a body search and finds a gun in his trench coat.

COP
Just like dogs, they always
come back to the scene.

FADE OUT.

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