Untitled Captive Drama
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Untitled Captive Drama
Screenplay by Chris Rhives
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FADE IN:
INT. SQUAD CAR - DAY
Darkness. We hear voices. A male and female carrying out a
conversation.
MALE (O.S.)
A five dollar meal, you're kidding
me, right?
POV - Inside a Glove Compartment
The compartment is opened to reveal two officers sitting in
a squad car.
They are a man of fortysomething, OFFICER COOLIDGE and a
woman of forty OFFICE CASSIDY.
OFFICER CASSIDY
I kidd you not, five dollars.
(beat)
It's a steal if you ask me.
He glances towards you.
OFFICER COOLIDGE
Bet you it's those illegals they got
working the dishwasher.
(beat)
Save's the company a shitload.
OFFICER CASSIDY
Sure, sure.
She laughs.
OFFICER CASSIDY (CONT'D)
Illegals or not, it's good food.
A pause.
OFFICER CASSIDY (CONT'D)
So you hear the news? Mayor might
be running again.
OFFICER CASSIDY (CONT'D)
Old news Charles.
(beat)
We're on the right street, right?
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2.
Officer Coolidge shoots a glance out the window.
OFFICER COOLIDGE
Yeah I'm sure.
They continue to drive. A moment passes
OFFICER CASSIDY
You know we're just messengers?
OFFICER COOLIDGE
Huh?
OFFICER CASSIDY
We have to break the news to this
poor woman.
OFFICER COOLIDGE
It's our job.
She nods.
OFFICER CASSIDY
Yeah, I know but still. Neither of
use are really working the case.
(beat)
You know this will be passed to the
higher ups.
OFFICER COOLIDGE
I wouldn't stress it. Let's just
get this thing over with.
He stops the car.
OFFICER COOLIDGE (CONT'D)
Well, we're here.
EXT. LINDA'S HOUSE - DAY - CONTINUOUS
The officers walk up the walkway.
OFFICER CASSIDY
So you talking of am I.
OFFICER COOLIDGE
Depends on who answers.
Officer Cassidy knocks on the door. She turns to Coolidge.
OFFICER CASSIDY
Fair enough.
They wait for a moment. The door is opened. A woman around
thirtysomething answers. We cannot see her face.
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3.
OFFICER CASSIDY (CONT'D)
Mrs. Carr. I'm Officer Cassidy. Is
you're husband home?
LINDA
No.
OFFICER CASSIDY
Will he be back soon, I think both
of you will want to be here for this.
LINDA
Sorry, Evan died last year. Car
crash.
Officer Coolidge speaks up.
OFFICER COOLIDGE
I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am.
LINDA
It's alright, Amanda and I get by.
An uneasy pause.
OFFICER CASSIDY
May we step in?
LINDA
Yes, what's this about?
The Officers continue to walk through the house. They sit
at a table.
Officer Cassidy rest a hand gently on Linda's shoulder.
OFFICER CASSIDY
Amanda was found last night.
LINDA
Found?
OFFICER CASSIDY
I'm so sorry. They found her body
in the woods near Renn Creek.
Linda begins to cry.
OFFICER COOLIDGE
Our best guess is she wandered out
at night and someone must of picked
her up.
A pause. Officer Cassidy attempts to console her.
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OFFICER COOLIDGE (CONT'D)
We had one lead. The hiker who found
her. A David Graves. We couldn't
find enough to arrest him and his
alibi seems to check out.
(beat)
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Officer Cassidy attempts to console her.
OFFICER CASSIDY
Ma'am, everything will be alright.
We'll solve this.
(beat)
Just keep faith, just keep faith.
The scene fades out on the scene. The officers trying to
console Linda. Her face yet to be scene.
INT. DARKENED ROOM - DAY
Rain pours down. The room is only lit lightning which flashes
through the black blinds.
Linda sits on a bed. We now see her face - welled with tears.
She holds a picture. It is of her family, her, Evan, and
Amanda. A loving family.
We slowly...
FADE TO:
INT. LINDA'S CAR - NIGHT - SOME TIME LATER
Linda drives her car. Specks of blood stain her face and
the shoulders of her blouse.
She drives without speaking. She only looks ahead -
determined.
A faint pounding can be heard from somewhere within the car.
It soon stops.
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Outside rain pours down in sheets. We can see only darkness.
Lighting flashes. A man sits, confused. He looks down to
find his hands bound crudely to a metallic chair by rope.
Duct tape is bound wrapped around his mouth. A small camera,
a consumer brand miniDV, is poised on a tripod. A red dot
floating in darkness is all he can see until the lightning
flashes again.
He struggles to free himself. Scared, he tries to free
himself. Exhausted, he lowers his head
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He begins to close his eyes.
LINDA
Get up, David.
A flashlight is shone into his face. He squints. Dave
mumbles, his terrified protest are muffled by the duct tape.
She rips off the duct tape. He spits and heaves two heavy
breathes.
DAVID
Fuck you! You goddamn cunt! You
fucking bitch!
SMACK! She brings the blunt end of the flashlight across
his face - hard.
LINDA
Don't you ever talk to me like that!
She takes out an unopened switchblade and puts it to his
neck. She switches out the blade. The flat end slides
against his neck.
LINDA (CONT'D)
I won't even hesitate, David.
He quiets down. A moment passes. David speaks up - softly
this time.
DAVID
Why?
Linda laughs.
LINDA
Why?
She pulls out a picture. It is of her daughter, Amanda.
She shoves it towards his face.
LINDA (CONT'D)
You know who this is, right?
DAVID
Oh, Jesus.
She smiles.
LINDA
How did it feel?
David remains silent - confused. She leans over and whispers
in his ear.
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6.
LINDA (CONT'D)
(whisper)
How did it feel fucking her?
DAVID
I never touched he.
Slowly she sits up. Without a word she takes the flashlight
and SMACK! She brings it across David's face.
LINDA
Oh of course you never touched her.
(beat)
I'm terribly sorry, David.
He sighs. David looks up at her. His face now bloodied.
DAVID
Linda, right?
She nods.
DAVID (CONT'D)
Please, why are you doing this?
Linda sighs. She pulls out a cigarette and frantically lights
it. She is noticeably upset.
DAVID (CONT'D)
Please.
She puts a finger up.
A pause.
DAVID (CONT'D)
I know what you think. I've been
cleared. I'm an innocent man.
A pause. Linda speaks, her voice steadily rising.
LINDA
Bullshit.
(beat)
You're a fucking liar. You lucked
out. They never found the knife.
(beat)
Don't spoon-feed me that "cops cleared
me" shit.
DAVID
I swear I never touched her!
Please...
Linda spits out a laugh.
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LINDA
You never touched her?
She leans in close, her voice almost a whisper.
LINDA (CONT'D)
(whisper)
They found your blood on her panties.
(beat)
Never touched her? Don't fucking
lie to me.
David gasp. He shakes his head. Lightning flashes.
LINDA (CONT'D)
I bet she made you hard. You like
em' young, don't you.
She pulls out the blade. She switches it open.
LINDA (CONT'D)
It probably felt just that good.
You loved it.
She stabs the top of his knee, near his crotch.
David screams in pain.
LINDA (CONT'D)
You heard her scream. That's it,
David. Bet it sounded sweet. Is
that it? Is fucking ten year olds'
how you get off?
She stabs him again. Closer this time to his crotch.
He screams again in pain.
DAVID
Stop it, please, fucking stop it!
LINDA
You took everything from me. You
fucking piece of shit.
DAVID
I was only trying to help
SMACK!
LINDA
Don't you dare talk!
David pleads with her.
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DAVID
Linda, please.
(beat)
I'm a father.
SMACK!
LINDA
Shut up! Shut the fuck up! You
lying shit!
She brings the opened knife up - raised above his crotch.
She starts to bring it down but then stops.
She slumps down on the floor.
LINDA (CONT'D)
What am I doing?
She looks over at David. Tears run down his bloodied face.
She looks at the knife that rest in her hand.
A pause.
She takes a breathe.
DAVID
I'm a..
He starts but then stops. Cautious of Linda.
Linda, for the moment, is distant.
LINDA
Go ahead, talk.
David sighs. Trying to compose himself.
DAVID
I'm a father. A little boy. Name's
Henry.
Linda looks up.
LINDA
Lovely name.
David nods.
DAVID
If you want to see a picture it's in
my wallet. The right pocket.
She shakes her head, to show she is not interested.
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DAVID (CONT'D)
No matter what I say. I'm guilty.
To you I've already been judge and
condemned. Please, you don't have
to do this.
(beat)
Don't take a father away from his
son.
She shakes her head.
LINDA
(quietly)
No, David, I have to.
Tears start again, they stream down David's face.
DAVID
...Just let me go.
LINDA
(to self)
Be strong, be strong.
DAVID
What are you saying?!
Linda continues to persuade herself.
LINDA
(to self)
This is right. Stay strong.
(beat)
You can do this.
She sits back up.
DAVID
Linda?
No response. Without a word she takes out the duct tape.
David struggles, jerking his head around.
With an effort she wraps it violently around his face.
She holds the knife up to his eye. She then glances down at
his crotch.
She leans her mouth close to his ear.
LINDA
I'm going to cut it off, David.
His eyes go wide - horrified.
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LINDA (CONT'D)
You'll never hurt anyone with that
disgusting thing. Not again.
Tears run down his face. He begins to hyperventilate. She
brings the knife above her head.
LINDA (CONT'D)
This is for Amanda.
She brings it down. As she does David throws himself and
the chair backwards.
He crashes on the flood. The knife slices his leg.
He screams, it is muffled by the duct tape. His arms
presumably snapped by the weight of his own body.
A pause. David tries to keep consciousness.
Linda starts to talk. Her voice calmed and motherly.
LINDA (CONT'D)
That was very stupid, David.
He winces in pain. She walks over. Looming over him.
Angered, she kicks him hard in the side. He curls up as
much as his bound hands and feet will let him.
She kicks him again and again.
She says nothing, it is only a spew of profanity and mumbled
angered rants. It is almost inaudible. It is pure rage.
She stops.
POV - DAVE
We can see her foot, but it is blurry. Unfocused. She paces
around. We fade to...
BLACKNESS.
EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
Linda leans against her car. She burst into tears - an
emotional wreck.
Rain drenches her, running off in sheets. She pounds side
door. Hard, but indirect.
LINDA
Why? Fuck, why?
Her face is red.
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LINDA (CONT'D)
Goddammit Amanda. Why'd you do this
to me?
She opens the picture.
LINDA (CONT'D)
(screaming)
I can't do it! I can't fucking do
it.
She looks down at the picture. Tears continue to stream
down her face.
She steadies her breathing but it to no avail. The tears
keep coming.
LINDA (CONT'D)
I have to. I need to do this.
(beat)
A mother is always right.
With considerable effort she jerks open the passenger side
door. She ruffles through the glove compartment and pulls
out a hand gun.
A pause. She rolls the gun over in her hand.
She takes a breathe and walks back towards the warehouse.
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
She continues to walk into the warehouse. To where David is
lying, unconscious on the floor.
Blood runs down from behind the duct tape on his mouth. She
sits down on the floor next to him.
Carefully, she pulls the duct tape from his mouth. Blood
gushes down his mouth, covering her hand.
FADE TO
Some time has passed. David stirs. He opens his eyes to
see Linda still sitting on the floor.
She is composed. Mechanical in her posture. A gun is aimed
at his hand. She does not waver.
David, looks at her. He is too shell-shocked to speak
LINDA
David, I want you to confess.
(beat)
It's alright. Just tell the truth.
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She sets down the gun, stands up, and walks behind him.
With an effort she picks up the chair and sets it back up.
LINDA (CONT'D)
That must of hurt. It did, didn't
it?
Still confused David nods. She brushes him off.
She leans close to David. She stares at him, face to face.
LINDA (CONT'D)
Did you kill my little girl?
A pause. David nods. He doesn't talk, he just nods. A
detached, shell shocked, motion.
She closes her eyes. Accepting the "fact" of his guilt.
Without speaking she picks up the gun. Mechanical. She
takes aim and fires.
The shot hits David dead-smash in the chest. The sound echoes
in the vast warehouse.
A pause. Within that moment, all the emotion of the situation
comes rushing back to her. In a fit of sorrowed rage she
fires. Shot after shot.
The hit David, who, for the first few shot writhes in pain.
Soon she is only pulling the trigger. The gun now empty.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
She falls to the floor. Justice has been served. She opens
her eyes. Stoic. She gets up and turns off the tape. She
takes the camera. She leaves the body where it lays.
FADE TO:
INT. LINDA'S CAR - NIGHT - SOME TIME LATER
Linda drives in the car. Her face is a blank slate. Composed
madness.
The gun rest on the passenger seat beside her.
Outside rain continues to pour down. She reaches down to
turn the radio dial. Searching for music.
The static skips until she lands on voices. A news report.
REPORTER (V.O.)
A new lead in the Amanda Carr case
seems to indicate certain guilt for
an Richard Beck.
(MORE)
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REPORTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Police reports confirm that the knife
used to murder young Amanda was found
in the back of his car. A laptop
containing numerous files of
illicit...
She turns it off before it can finish the report. She stops
the car.
A chuckle. It soon becomes hysterical laughter.
Uncontrolled.
She breaks down to tears.
LINDA
A father... a father... father.
She continues to mutter the word under her breathe: father.
Over and over again between fits of tears.
EXT. LINDA'S CAR - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
The car rest there for a moment. Not moving. A gun flashes
from inside.
We linger for a moment as we...
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