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Human Hive
A Screenplay by:
Carlos Anaya and Sean Ryan
Random scene 1
Copyright 2005
registered with the
Screenwriter's Guild
All Rights Reserved
Contact: seansshack@oceanfree.net
INT. ABOUNDED WAREHOUSE ROOM - NIGHT
DAVID MOSS sits tied to a chair, looking the very much the
worst for wear.
DAVID MOSS
(SHOUTING)
Hello, hello. Is there anyone
there? Come on, I can fucking
hear you back there.
He stares in the direction of a industrial plastic curtain.
Something or someone moves behind it. All that can be seen
is a distorted figure through the filthy plastic curtain.
DAVID MOSS
(Shouting)
Some on you cowardly fuck. Show
yourself...
More movement behind the curtain. Noone replies.
DAVID MOSS
(Shouting)
Keep on hiding, you fuck..
Suddenly John runs through the curtain, a deafening roar of
a chain saw in his hands. He is dressed only in jeans,
blood is splattered across his chest.
He runs at full speed towards Moss.
Moss's smile instantly turns to terror.
DAVID MOSS
(shouting)
Please, no, pleaseeeeeeeee !!!
John raises the chain saw and swings it violently at Mosses
head, stopping inches from his face.
Moss is shaking violently, his face purple and covered in
sweat.
MOSS
You sick fucking bastard. What is
your fucking problem? Leave me
out of this chair and I will
fucking kill you..
John continues to smile as he switches off the chain saw
and places it on a table next to Moss.
JOHN
Just wanted to see you piss your
pants and I can em see, mission
accomplished.
John looks down at Mosses Lap and laughs.
John wipes some blood from his chest.
JOHN
Don't worry, pigs blood. Just to
add some, you know, effect.
He turns from Moss, laughing.
MOSS
What now? You gonna fucking kill
me? Do you think that frightens
me fucko? Eh?
John ignores the man and starts to open a small bag on the
table. He opens it and slowly lays out it's contents on the
table, one by one.
A pair of wire cutters. A cut trout razor. Various assorted
tools.
JOHN
Who said anything about killing
FUCKO.
Moss goes silent as the blood drains from his face.
MOSS
What the fuck do you want from
me.
JOHN
I want to know everything about
the Hive.
MOSS
What fucking Hive?
John squats down in front of the man and produces a small
picture from his back pocket.
On the picture is the image of a seven year old girl. She
looks clearly sick, balding and pale.
JOHN
Recognize this girl?
Moss doesn't answer.
JOHN
Of course you don't. You people
have no idea or care for the
impact of what you do.
MOSS
We are just business men..
JOHN
Bullshit. I am a business man, my
father was a business man, you
people are filth. Breeding
suffering and misery and living
off other peoples misfortune.
Where was I.. Oh yes. The Girl.
John turns the image and places it on the ground in front
of Moss.
JOHN
Her name is Kate. She was seven
when that picture was taken. I
say was, because Kate died of
Cancer not long after than
picture was taken.
MOSS
So she fucking died...What the
fuck has..
John punches moss hard between the legs.
Moss tries hard not to vomit as he gasps in agony.
JOHN
I haven't finished. You see
Kate's Dad was a business man.
Ran a very successful business in
fact. Tri-Con, you may have heard
of it. No?
Moss nods his head, unable to breath never mind speak, in
the after effects of John's blow.
JOHN
Well you should have heard of it.
Your "company" now owns it, lock
stock and barrel. Brought it at a
very bargain price in fact. After
you ruined Kate's father. Oh, but
you got a nice bonus and
promotion for this one didn't
you. It was your baby.
John wipes some blood from his hand.
JOHN
You see Kate's Dad sold his
house, his car to pay for her
treatment, but he just ran out of
money, imagine that feeling, not
having enough money to save your
own daughter.
John turns the image on the ground to face himself, staring
at it for an uncomfortable amount of time.
He continues to look at the picture, talking to it, rather
than Moss.
JOHN
But he did have enough, more than
enough, except you took it first,
stole it to help build your
little fucking empire. He watched
his little girl fade away, while
you counted the profit.
A single tear roles down John's face, almost as if he had
forgotten where he is, if only for an instant.
JOHN
What was it you brought out of
the bonus money?
FLASHBACK: INT. CAR SALES ROOM - DAY
Moss sits in a silver BMW.
John watches from the background, leaning over a Ferrari.
JOHN (V.O.)
Oh yes. A five series BMW. Nice.
So that is how much a Childs life
is worth. A nice fucking car.
A sales person approaches John, but he gives them a stare
that quickly makes them decide that is a bad idea.
BACK TO SCENE
Mosses eyes begin to widen, showing fear and realisation.
JOHN
That is just one story, out of so
many. One victim of your company.
Well that's about to change baby,
you didn't factor one element..
MOSS
What?
JOHN
Me!
MOSS
Listen you can't blame me for
some little fucking girl getting
sick, it ha....
John ends the sentence for Moss by grabbing the picture and
shoving it into Moss's mouth. Pushing it down his trout.
John turns and cuts the belt on Mosses trousers. He then
pulls the trousers down to the ankles.
He grabs Moss by the left ankle and with one switch motion,
runs the open straight razor across his heal, then his
right. Severing his alkalies tendons on each leg.
Moss screams in agony, muffled by the picture in his mouth.
JOHN
I think I have your attention
now. Now that you have just lost
the ability to walk.
Johns throws the blade back onto the table and grabs a
large pair of wire cutters.
JOHN
When I am finished with you, you
are gonna pray for death. A
prayer my friend that will not be
answered..
John leans in to Moss aiming the cutters at the man's
privates.
Moss screams. We are left with the frozen image of terror
on his face.
JOHN (V.O.)
I didn't know what was fuelling
me. But I was losing control of
it, of me. But it felt good. It
felt justified.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE ROOM - DAY
Moss is sitting on the same chair dressed, in blood
drenched cloths.
He is slowly coming round, as he head waves from side to
side, in an almost unconscious state
John enters the room, dressed in a suit this time. Cleaned
and fresh in appearance.
JOHN
Oh, you are waking up. Good.
Moss tries to speak, but is unable, he has no tongue.
JOHN
Oh don't bother. Since you
weren't ABLE to tell me anything.
You never will again. Or walk, or
have children for that matter.
John looks at his watch.
JOHN
Time is a funny thing isn't it. I
know a lot about you. I know your
wife wanted kids, wants kids. But
you have always been putting it
off. Until the next deal goes
through, when you have that other
investment. Always tomorrow. Then
time ticks by and it is too late.
Well it is finally too late.
Because time and life has finally
caught up with you.
Moss's eyes widen in terror.
JOHN
Oh, don't worry. You won't feel a
thing, well for about another
hour or so. Then it may sting a
little, when the drugs wear off.
John slowly strolls over to where Moss is sitting,
adjusting his cuffs as he does so.
He stand in front of moss and leans over, until they are
both face to face. Their faces only inches apart.
JOHN
Bet you care about that little
girl now? Eh? Good. I am going to
let you live. I want you to think
about her every day of your
miserable fucking life. Just like
her father, I want you to suffer,
to regret, to mourn your loss.
Because as far as I am concerned,
it is still not enough. Nothing I
could do to you, could ever be
enough.
He tosses the crumpled picture of Kate onto Mosses blood
soaked lap.
View from Mosses point of view of John turning and walking
away.
The image blurs and darkens, as Moss passes out once again.
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