The Nightstalker
Fade In: Int A
living room the middle of the day.
Bacon crackles in a frying pan on
the stove. A trashy 1980s action movie with some non-descript action
muscle bound hero firing of his machine gun blares out across the
television.
Cut To: A man in
his late 30s with stringy hair and a tan shaving in front of the
mirror. A close up reveals a drop of blood resting on his lip. He
blinks, smiles in one sharp movement.
Cut To: The man in a
smart suit and shirt sitting down with his bacon. Attempting to inject
the movie from his VCR, instead he has to tug it from the machine. The
phone rings next to him. The man answers.
Mystery Man: Hello.
Yes. No, I will be along in a bit honey. Just need to tie up a few
loose ends at work. No, its Simon tonight. See you soon.
Our man tosses over a file with the details of a man called Simon White.
Cut To: Ext: A Flashing Neon Sign "The Lightening Club"
Cut To: Int: A bar in a busy nightclub. The man from the nightclub is sitting across from the man in the profile SIMON WHITE.
Mystery Man: Susie my wife has a real thing for that show. Guess that is what happens when you grow up in the sticks.
Simon White: We must get together as families sometime? We can...
Cut To: Our man's POV: In a trance he looks around
the club as Simon's words fade into the background. Off in a corner of
the club a fountain full of claret is surrounded by a crowd. A woman
dressed in a fancy black and red evening gown passes through Martin's
field of vision in what seems like slow motion.
Martin: Excuse me, I need the bathroom...
Martin follows the mystery woman's path. A flame
shoots out of the nearby pod as Martin passes by. A couple of girls in
their early twenties roar in approval in response. The toilet door
slams shut behind Martin and the girl.
Int: Toilet.
Martin confronts the girl. His version slightly blurry.
Martin: Your new here? I've never seen...
Girl: What's that? Lost for words? No smart come on?
She
applies some dark red lipstick. The lights flicker every so slightly.
The girl reaches inside her pocket, producing a bag of white powder.
Girl: You want some? Takes the edge right off.
Martin: (smiles) regaining his composure. Sure.
Taking his pill, Martin and the girl get caught up in
the moment. Again his vision becomes blurry, the room starts shaking -
or so it seems from Martin's POV. As he collapses, he faintly makes
out the girl saying, "Time to skip this party"..
Fade Out.
