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INT.

PRISON FACILITY - DAY


Dr. Max Barrows, mid 60's, slim build gray hair walks down a
long hallway. He carries his black briefcase. A prison guard
waiting in the hallway greets him. Both walk down the
hallway.
PRISON GUARD
What's up doc?
MAX
I'm taking some time off. I'm going
to my private house with my Wife
and Daughter. It's a vacation that
I have been very much looking
forward to.
PRISON GUARD
Wish I was going with you doc. I
sure could use some time away from
this place.

INT. STATE PRISON FACILILTY - ROOM - DAY


The midsized room is stale white. There is no other
furniture other than a small table with two chairs one on
each side. Opening his briefcase removing a tape deck
recorder, a Note pad and some file folders. Reading a
Newspaper, waiting he looks at the front page picture. A
huge man in handcuffs is being escorted by several police.
Atop the newspaper in large bold letters reads the word
MASSACRE!? Directly under the picture in midsized text
reads: "Model found murdered along with same sex lover
inside their Eastside Hills Apartment." The door opens, two
prison guards enter. Between them walks a huge man weighting
400 pounds. He wears an orange prison issued jumpsuit.
Hands cuffed in front of him, he is escorted by the two
prison guards, one on each side. The huge man towers over
them. His ethnicity is unknown; he has a slightly lite
skinned complexion. His hair cut short similar to a military
haircut. A long scar runs across the right side of his face.
By appearance he looks to be late 40’s.
Prison Guards pulls out chair, the huge man sits down. His
body barely fitting in the seat. Hands remain cuffed.
Prison guards now standing a few steps behind him, one on
each side. Pressing buttons on tape machine, with microphone
in hand.

MAX
Dr. Maxwell Barrows taped session
with inmate Raymond Cobb. July 12th
1998.
Places microphone on the table. Amazed, the huge man squirms
in his seat in a childlike manner. His hands clamped between
his massive legs, looks across the table.
MAX (CONT'D)
Raymond, My name is Dr. Maxwell
Barrows. I am the prison
Psychiatrist.
His voice soft, his demeanor is shy like a young child.
RAYMOND
You’re... a doctor?
(Softly)

Visibly, slightly confused hearing the soft voice coming


from the huge man.
MAX
Yes... I am a doctor. Raymond you
are being charged with murder. Do
you understand what that means?
Looking down at the small table.
RAYMOND
I… did something bad?
Open’s file folder, pulling out a black and white photo,
places it on the table in front of him.
MAX
Raymond... do you know this woman?
Looks down at the photo. It is of a blonde haired woman who
looks to be in her thirties. She is stunningly beautiful.
Staring down at the photo he has fallen into a daydream.
RAYMOND
I saw her... she was beautiful.
(Softly)
Looking down at trying to make eye contact. Noticing the
daydream like expression on his face.
MAX
Tell me Raymond. Where did you see
her?
Remaining in daydream like state, staring down at the photo.
FLASHBACK. DEPARTMENT STORE - SHOWROOM FLOOR - DAY
An overhead florescent light bulb rapidly flickers. He
stares up towards it. Holding a dust broom in his hand,
dressed in his dark blue janitor’s jumpsuit his attention
suddenly shifts from the florescent bulb to the crowed
department store showroom floor. Standing in the middle of
the large busy room, people constantly pass by him.
Electronic cash register beeps, paging bongs and credit card
machines with beeping noises ring constantly all around him.
Pushing the dust broom across the floor he suddenly he
raises his head noticing an attractive blonde haired woman
walking down the main aisle into the woman's clothing
department. He stares.
RAYMOND (V.O.)
She was beautiful.
(Softly)
She wears a yellow sundress; raising her arm she removes
what appear to be designer sun glasses. Continually staring,
everything moving now at slow motion.
NARRATOR
I remember a scent. A scent like
flowers during a summer breeze. It
felt as though all time had stopped
when she walked in. I could no
longer hear the sound of cash
registers beeping, or the sound of
people’s voices.

She circles around a plastic display model that stands on


the showroom floor, admiring the mid length pink dress it is
wearing. Touching the fabric then pulling at the price
tagged to it.

INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - JANITORIAL ROOM - DAY


The room is small and dull with only one light overhead.
Dust Brooms, Mops with rinse Pales and various containers of
cleaning products sit on a wide color warned shelf. He
stands face to face with the plastic display model he has
taken from the showroom floor. The life size doll has a
blonde wig and wears the pink dress that the blonde haired
woman was admiring. Staring into its lifeless eyes slowly
moves closer pressing his lips against its mouth.

INT. PRISON FACILITY - DAY


The black and white photo no longer on the table. The huge
man looks down at his hands, cuffed underneath the table
clamped between his massive legs. Looking downward, trying
to make eye contact.
MAX
Raymond... Tell me what happened.

FLASHBACK. DEPARTMENT STORE - MORNING


The huge man pushes a mop and rinse pale down an aisle. A
Yellow warning cone sits on the slightly wet floor. Two
women are having a conversation.
ANN
I don't know what happened to it.
When I came in this morning it was
gone.
STELLA
Did you check with the overnight
crew?
Realizing that the conversation may have something to do
with the plastic display model he has taken from the floor
now in his janitor's room. He turns his back towards the two
women.
Oh Hey Raymond.
(Calling)
Turning slowly to face them, He slowly walks over.
RAYMOND
Hi… Miss Ann.
(Softly)
Standing behind the cashier counter. Stella standing at her
right.

ANN
Raymond I’ve told you, It’s OK just
calls me Anna. Raymond Could you do
me a huge favor? Could you go into
the stockroom and bring me a
plastic display model for the
floor?
RAYMOND
Yes... Miss Ann.
WOMAN 1
Aww... You’re a sweetie Raymond
thank you.
Slowly turning away he pushes the map pale. Ann and Stella
giggle.

INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - JANITORIAL ROOM - MORNING


The plastic display model stands in the middle of the small
room facing him. He sits on an upside down turned bucket.
Looking up and round at the shelves. They are filled with
cleaning products in plastic white bottles with bright
colored labels. The labels on the various bottles read
Toxiclean, Bold Cleaner, Beautiful Bowl Toilet Cleaner, and
Odor Remover: Gingerbread Scented.
NARRATOR
Being a janitor or porter has its
advantages. You gain useless
knowledge of things like
antimicrobial agents that are
applied to non-living objects to
destroy microorganisms. There are a
variety of agents that are used
daily in this job such as chlorine
dioxides, hydrogen peroxides and
Sodium hypochlorite... which is
best known as bleach.
MAX (V.O.)
Raymond?
To use chlorine bleach
effectively, the surface of item to
be disinfected must be clean. A 1
to 20 solution in water is
effective simply by being wiped on
and left to dry. You should wear
rubber gloves and, in tight airless
spaces, goggles. If parasitic
organisms are suspected, it should
be applied at 1 to 1 concentration,
or even undiluted. Extreme caution
must be taken to avoid contact with
the eyes and mucous membranes.
Protective goggles and good
ventilation are mandatory when
applying concentrated bleach. My
line of work teaches me this.

INT. STATE PRISON FACILITY - ROOM - DAY


The huge man’s head slightly raised. Looks at him at eye
level.
MAX
The woman Raymond, When did you
see the woman next?
FLASHBACK. DEPARTMENT STORE - SHOWROOM - DAY
He pushes the dust broom through the aisles of the showroom
floor he suddenly gets this feeling like a breeze has
drifted through the room. Raising his head seeing the
blonde haired woman. She is on her cell phone entering the
women's clothing department. She wears a pink tank top with
blue jeans.
NARRATOR
Every day I see thousands of
different faces, but this
particular woman stood out from the
rest. When she enters it's as if
the wind follows. It's got me
feeling something I’ve have never
felt before. My heart races, my
body goes numb. It feels as if the
ground has fallen out from
underneath me.
Hiding behind a clothing display watching from a distance.
She buys women's under garment. Everything moving at slow
motion. Ann, the cashier has the items gift boxed. The
woman then leaves. He notices the woman distracted by her
cell phone, has dropped her receipt.
Like a feather, it slowly descends towards the carpet in
front of the cashier's counter. His eyes dart back and
forth between the woman leaving and the receipt that is now
resting on the carpet.
CUT TO:
He stands over the receipt looking down at it. Slowly
bending down to reach for it. Grabbing it, he quickly stands
up.
ANN
(Gasps)Oh my god... Raymond!
Her hand placed against her chest.
ANN (CONT'D)
I didn't see you down there. What
are you doing?
Extending his arm towards her, placing a writing pen on the
counter.
ANN (CONT'D)
Oh, thank you Raymond. Someone must
have dropped it.
Leaning on the counter towards him.
ANN (CONT'D)
So, how's your day going?
There is a moment of uncomfortable silent. Suddenly PAGING
BONGS.
ANN (CONT'D)
Oh, excuse me Raymond. They need me
in the slacks department. Talk to
ya later.
She rushes away. He slowly exhales in relief.

INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - JANITORIAL ROOM - DAY


His hand in his pocket, he pulls out the small receipt.
Images of the blonde haired woman flash through his mind.
Looking at the receipt, it reads: The Fashion Lounge.
"We're everything you need to look good." Approved Foxx,
Jodi M.
NARRATOR
Her name was Jodi.

INT. STATE PRISON FACILITY - ROOM – DAY

Visibly surprised.
MAX
Her name, how did you know it?
He stares downward, hands clamped between his legs. He does
not answer.
MAX (CONT'D)
Tell me Raymond. What happened
next?
Slightly leaning forward. His elbows resting on his knees,
His chin supported on his knuckles with his fingers are
intertwined with each other. He stares at the huge man who
looks down at the table.
RAYMOND
It... Started to rain.
(Softly)

EXT. DARK EMPTY ROAD - NIGHT


The rain pours down heavy. The wind is gusty. A car drives
down a dark empty road. Inside, Max is behind the wheel, His
wife in the passenger seat and his daughter sits in the
backseat behind Wife. Daughter is early twenties. The
windshield wipers squeak swaying side to side. They listen
to a weather man on the car radio.
RADIO WEATHER MAN
Heavy down pours are expected to
last well into the morning hours.
Reports of flooding have closed off
several main roads and we have
numerous reports of power outages,
so if you don't have to leave your
home tonight, it's best to stay
indoors. Make sure you have a
working flashlight, and if you have
an emergency…
WIFE
Honey, we could have done this some
other time.

His eyes focused on the road.


MAX
It's Ok. It's just a passing
storm. The rest of the week looks
to be clear. We're going to have a
great time.
Car continues down the dark empty road. Arriving at a large
house. The lights inside are off. Visibly, it is in the
middle of nowhere.
MAX (CONT'D)
I got us as close to the front door
as I could.
The three exit the vehicle all wearing raincoats, carrying
umbrellas, boxes and luggage. Daughter steps in a large
puddle of mud. Her designer boots covered in muddy gook, she
is very disgusted.
DAUGHTER
Grrreat!
They all hurry towards the house to get in from the storm.
The rain continues to pour down heavy.

INT. LARGE HOUSE - NIGHT


All standing in main room. Entire house is dark. The gusty
wind outside pounds against the windows. He flips the light
switch.
MAX
Well... Power's out.
WIFE
I'll go find some candles.
Disappearing into the darkness. Daughter fumbles with her
blackberry.
DAUGHTER
I can't even get a signal out here.
He stands next to her.
MAX
Honey, were here to spend some time
together as a family. I hardly get
to see you anymore. So… how's
Colin?
DAUGHTER
Dad, were not together.
MAX
Oh.
Throwing his arm her, he pulls her close to him and kisses
her on the forehead. Wife re-enters the room holding a
candle.
WIFE
I can see the house down from us
has their lights on.
MAX
Maybe I should go down and check
the fuse box.
WIFE
I'm gonna put away the supplies and
start dinner.
DAUGHTER
Think I'm gonna go take a hot bath.
Both wife and daughter exit the room. Standing alone in the
dark living room. He walks over to the window staring out
into the darkness.

INT. STATE PRISON FACILITY - ROOM - DAY


Hands cuffed together, the huge man picks at his nose using
both his thumbs.
MAX
Raymond, I want you to understand
that I am trying to help you.
What you tell me, will help
determine your guilt or innocence.
You understand that?
The huge man is silent. Now looking downward at the floor.
MAX (CONT'D)
Raymond… I want you to tell me how
you came to have arrived at this
woman's home.

FLASHBACK: APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - NIGHT


Standing in front of a door. He is dressed in casual
clothing wearing a jacket. His jacket is wet. Sound of heavy
rain falling on the roof is heard in background.
NARRATOR
I took off that day. I could no
longer resist these feelings. Now I
know how an addict feels when
trying to kick an addiction. She
had become my addiction. It was as
if something inside was telling me
I had to find her. …and I did.
People like me are often taken as
less than normal people. Adults
living some eternal childhood
stage, but I've learned a few
things. That's how I picked the
lock.
How it all works is, locks contain
a small cylinder that runs down the
middle of the doorknob and into the
door. A part called a tang is
resting fully inside of the
cylinder. When the door is locked,
the tang is partially in and out of
the cylinder. The key turns the
cylinder, which turns a cam.
This then releases a spring, which
shoots the tang forward, securing
the door to the wall. The tang
cannot be withdrawn unless

INT. APARTMENT - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT


He enters the front door.
NARRATOR (CONT'D)
...The process is reversed.
When I walked in, there was that
scent again. Hitting me in the face
a thousand times stronger. I felt
as if she was all around me.
He wanders around the spacious apartment. A small lamp has
been left on. Various pictures are displayed of two women
sit on a shelf. Moving close, he looks at each photo. There
is a photo taken of the two women with a horse, another
taken on mountain bikes, another taken of both women with
beer bottles on their heads.
NARRATOR (CONT'D)
I had this strange feeling in my
stomach. Seeing these two women so
close in every photograph. I
started to sense something unusual
about them. Something was...
different.

INT. APARTMENT - BED ROOM - NIGHT


Noticing a pair of woman's under garments on the bed. He
stares down at the silky pink under garment. Imagining how
soft it feels against his skin, Unsure if he should reach
for it.

INT. APARTMENT - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT


Footsteps walking up the stairs outside the door are heard.
Two women talk loudly, sound of keys jingling. He panics,
hiding into a small closet. His massive body makes it almost
impossible to fit. He inhales, barely managing to close the
folded, sliding closet door.
Front door opens.
WOMAN # 1
What the hell man, she was being a
total bitch.
(Loudly)
WOMAN # 2
I think someone's had one too many
Heinekens tonight.

INT. APARTMENT - SMALL CLOSET - NIGHT


Pressed against the wall inside the dark small closet space,
taking small breaths, a painful look on his face.

NARRATOR
I started to feel heat. As if the
room temperature had begin rising.
I felt trapped.
Small closet turns at horizontal angle.
NARRATOR (CONT'D)
It was as if the small closet had
somehow turned horizontally, I was
now lying in a box. I couldn't
move, Couldn't breathe. But I knew
I had to be still, quiet. They
couldn't know that I was there,
Hiding in the small closet space.
MAX (V.O.)
What did you do then?
Small closet in upright position, two shadow figures pass by
the closet door.
NARRATOR
I stood there, quietly.

INT. LARGE HOUSE- KITCHEN - NIGHT


Quietly approaches wife from behind. She digs into a large
box. Candles sit on the counter top.
MAX
Honey?
Startled, turning to face him.
WIFE
(Gasps) Oh, I didn't see you
standing there.
MAX
I'm going to go get some emergency
supplies. The lights might not be
on for some time.
WIFE
Oh honey no. It's raining out
there.
MAX
I'll be back shortly. Shouldn't
take long.

WIFE
Be careful. I'll have a nice hot
dinner waiting when you get back.
They share a kiss, she returns to what she had been doing.

EXT. DARK EMPTY ROAD - NIGHT


The rain in continues to pour down, the windy is gusty as
the car drives down the empty dark road.
CUT TO:
The car is silent except for the squeaking sound of the
windshield wipers swaying back and forth. He has blank
facial expression, visibly deep in thought.

CUT TO:
The car suddenly comes to a complete stop. It is still for
several moments. Driver's side door opens. He exits the
vehicle and walks back in the direction of the house.
Vehicle's car door wide left open. The rain continues to
fall heavily. He is now completely soaked.
CUT TO:
He wanders down the dark empty road in a daydream like
state. Cuts through a wooded area arriving at the back of
the house. His clothes soaking wet, his shoes covered in
mud. He stands outside looking up at the large house, still
in a daydream like state.
A pile of wooden logs are stacked outside wet and muddy. He
pulls one from the pile. Then enters the house through the
cellar doors.

INT. LARGE HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT

Standing at the bottom of the stairs in the darkness, he


looks up the steps leading up to the kitchen. The door
slightly open, the light from a burning candle provides a
dull lighting.

CUT TO
Wife enters the kitchen holding a bottle of wine. Notices
the candles have been put out, the kitchen is now dark.
Curiously looks around seeing the door to the downstairs
basement is now wide open. Something squishy below her feet,
she looks down seeing muddy shoe prints leading across the
kitchen floor and into the living room area.
CUT TO.
Following the muddy shoe prints, they lead her to a closet
in the dark living room area. Visibly confused, she presses
her ear against the closet door barely making out a very
faint breathing sound. She opens the closet door curiously
trying to make out the figure that is standing there in the
dark.
She is struck with a blunt object, falling to the floor.
Blood pours from her nose, she lays there unconscious.
Moments later, Max emerges from the dark closet. Standing
over his wife, he bludgeons her with the wooden log
repeatedly.
He stops, dropping the wooden log on the floor. His
breathing has become mildly heavy. Looking down, tilting his
head to the side as to see her face at a certain angle.
Slowly raising his head upward looking toward the ceiling.
Using one hand He, unloosening his black tie.

INT. LARGE HOUSE - UPSTAIRS BATHROOM - NIGHT


A candle sits on the sink. His daughter lies back inside the
bathtub, a wash clothes covering her eyes. The bathwater
filled with bubbles. The bathroom is quite, the bathwater is
still except for a single drop of water from the Fawcett
dropping into it. She slowly raises her arm from out the
bath water and pulls away the wash clothes.
Slowly sittings up, looks over at sink noticing the candle
has been put out. The bathroom door now wide open.
DAUGHTER
Mom?
(Calling)
Begins to climb out of the bathtub when suddenly Max's black
tie wraps around her neck. The silence is broken.
Frantically splashing around in the bathtub gasping for air.
Her arms and legs swing and kick violently. She is held
under water while the tight black tie remains around her
neck. The bath water splashes all over the floor causing Max
to slips off his feet banging his shoulder against the
bathtub, hitting the wet floor.
Standing to his feet holding his shoulder, he is in pain.
His daughter’s naked body lays completely still partially
submerged in the now half filled bathtub. Her eyes stare
lifelessly up towards the ceiling. He wanders out of the
bathroom.

INT. LARGE HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT


Standing in front of a mirror, He stares at himself. Visibly
in great pain, his breathing mildly heavy. Looking at his
palms, they are in pain. A red indentation left from his
tightly wound tie. Suddenly, the power kicks on and the
entire house lights up. Still standing in front of the
mirror, he looks at the closet door behind him. Turning away
from the mirror, walks toward the bedroom closet.

INT. APARTMENT - SMALL CLOSET - NIGHT


Wheezing, taking short breathes to conceal his presence. He
sees a shadow figure slowly approaching the closet door.
NARRATOR
I could see someone coming towards
the closet door. I didn't know what
to do.
The closet door swings open and a woman, slim, short black
hair stands there. She holds a wooden baseball bat in a
position ready to swing. Loudly, she screams out obscenities
at him.
The woman swings the Bat connecting with his forehead.
Stumbles out of the closet, crashing into a dresser. Exhales
deeply gasping for air. The woman swings the bat again, this
time connecting with his large forearm. He moans in agony.
WOMAN
You just stay in that bedroom honey
and call the police.
(Loudly)
Aggressively, she swings the bat again this time connecting
with the palm of his hand. Grabbing hold of the baseball
bat, he yanks it away. Still holding on, she is flung across
the room sending her crashing into a shelf full on pictures.
He continues to breath heavy while moaning in pain. Baseball
Bat still in his hand.
Crawling over to his feet, sinking her teeth into his large
calf. He moans in pain. Raising the baseball bat he brings
it down hard on the woman's head repeatedly. The woman now
lying still on the carpet unconscious. Her eyes stare up at
him.
He sees the blonde haired woman's reflection in a nearby
mirror. She wears a long gray silky robe. Turning to face
her.

FLASHBACK. DEPARTMENT STORE - JANITORIAL ROOM - DAY


He stands face to face with the plastic display model. He
stares into its lifeless eyes then moves in close, pressing
his lips against its mouth.

EXT. APARTMENT – MAIN ROOM – NIGHT

(Loud, Glass Breaking Sound)


Jerking his head back, he presses his hand against the side
of his face, His palm red with blood. Disoriented, looking
down a broken lamp is at his feet. The blonde haired woman
screams then charges him holding another lamp.
The lamp smashes against his face. Tripping over the woman
at his feet he falls backward toward the floor. The blonde
haired woman falls on top of him and begins pounding him in
the face. She picks up the lamp and begins hitting him with
it. During the scuffle, the lamp chord becomes tangled round
her neck. He pulls the lamp away in an upward direction.
The blonde haired woman flips around now laying on her back
across his huge body. Her arms swing violently as the lamp
chord tightens around her neck. She gasps for air.
Unnoticing this, he continues to pull the lamp in the upward
direction away from her.
The woman suddenly becomes very still. Her body slides to
the floor as he gets up from underneath her. Now standing
over the woman, he looks down at her.
NARRATOR
The room had gone quiet. All the
screaming had stopped. I stood
there, while she lay there on the
floor. Not moving. Beautifully
still.
Blood leaks from face. Looking down at the blonde haired
woman, tilting his head to the side as to see her from a
different angle. Her blonde hair partially covering her
face, looking as if posing for a photo shoot. This pose
resembles the black and white photo of her shown to him.

INT. STATE PRISON FACILITY - ROOM - DAY


Sitting in the chair, his legs crossed, His hand pressed
against his head he stares at the huge man. Looking down at
the table, the huge man raises his head to look at him.
RAYMOND
I just… wanted to, see her.
(Softly)
He is in deep thought, finally his concentration is broken.
MAX
Okay.
The two prison guards walk forward towards the huge man. One
on each side, the huge man gets up and is escorted away. Max
begins gathering his things, placing them back into his
briefcase.

INT. STATE PRISON FACILITY - HALLWAY - DAY


He walks down the long hallway carrying his briefcase. Harry
the prison warden is a slightly older man with a full head
of gray hair exits out of an office.
HARRY
Max Barrows
Extends his hand towards Max. Both walk slowly down the long
prison hallway.
HARRY (CONT'D)
So what do you think?
MAX
Remember, we are talking about a
man who is mentally handicap. You
have to consider under the
circumstances his actions could
have been a result of his
vulnerability.
Abruptly stops
HARRY
Vulnerability?
So you believe this was done in
self defense?

Visibly upset
HARRY(CONT’D)
That monster murdered those two
women. One of them had a cracked
skull; the other was strangled in
her night gown. When police
arrived they found that monster
just standing there over the
bodies. If you ask me, this was
some twisted crime of passion.
They also found some kind of life
size... doll he had hidden in his
janitor's room. There's no telling
what kind of sick, depravity he was
using it for. The papers are
calling this man a Massacre.
MAX
The mentally handicap are incapable
of having obsessive sexual desires.
Certainly not in the way you have
described.
He resumes walking, Harry follows slightly behind, His tone
of voice more calmer.
HARRY
Well… You know how I hate to
disagree with you Max. But, the
people, they seek justice on this
one. So… how's the wife and kid?
stopping to faces him.
MAX
Great, Everyone's fine, In fact it
couldn't be better. I'm taking some
time off. I'm going to my private
home upstate with my wife and
daughter. It's a vacation that I
have very much been looking forward
to.

BLACK SCREEN.
THE END.

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