The Science of Evil

The Science of Evil Jul 4, 2008 14:34:49 GMT -5

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Post by Cristo on Jul 4, 2008 14:34:49 GMT -5

(Cristo Pictures presents)

(A Cristo Productions Film)

(Fade to a car driving down a dark street)

(Cut to the radio)

(A hand reaches up and turns it on)

(We see a man driving the car)

(There is a woman in the passenger seat)

Man: You’re still not gonna talk to me?

(The woman is silent)

Man: All right, fine.

(We hear the voice of a man on the radio)

Radio VO: I’m telling you, this preacher is a nutjob. I mean, he was talking about the disparity in learning patterns between black and white children as if in a way to excuse poor grades. He’s really not helping out the candidate at this time and I feel like, if he continues down this unabashedly controversial path of racial spiels, the nomination might be lost regardless of whether the candidate continues to endorse him. In other news, actor Martin Clifford has finished his work as the diabolical supervillain in the new film…

Man: I really don’t trust the candidate. I mean, what does that say about his judgment? He associated with this racist for so long. But I have to deal with black people like that all the time. They need to get on the ball.

Woman:See, that’s your problem. You’re so ignorant sometimes.

Man: What? It’s the truth. We’re all on an equal playing field now. Those people just don’t get it. I’m not prejudiced, but black people just don’t know how to let things go.

Woman: That doesn’t even merit a response. You’re so stupid.

Man: Whatever. Just stop talking to me then. If you don’t want to hear the truth, then be that way.

(The car pulls up to a red light)

Man: Not a very good neighborhood…

Woman: I just wish you’d change the way you view things. I don’t think it’s right.

(We see a young man TIM JOHNSON walk up to the car)

(Tim pulls out a gun and points it at the window)

Tim: Get out of the car.

(He cocks the gun)

Tim: Now.

Woman: Oh, God.

Man: What do you want?!?

Tim: I’m not gonna say it again.

Man: All right, all right, okay.

(The man steps on the gas)

(Tim fires his gun)

(The back of the man’s head explodes)

(Blood and hair splatter onto the windshield)

(The car careens through the intersection)

Woman:AHH!

(The dead man’s foot falls off the gas)

(The car hits the curb and stops)

(Tim runs up to the car)

(The woman is screaming)

(Tim opens the passenger door and the woman collapses out)

Tim: Shut up.

(Tim grabs the woman by her hair and opens the door to the back seat)

(He throws her into the back seat)

Tim: I’m gonna have me some fun tonight.

(Tim slams the door and runs to the driver side)

(He yanks the corpse out of the driver seat and leaves it on the street)

(He gets into the front seat)

(Tim turns on the windshield wipers)

(He backs up over the man’s body and drives off down the street)

(We get a close-up of the bloodstained tires)

(Cut to black)

(Cut to a sword being unsheathed)

(We see the silhouette of two men facing each other)

(There is a huge light in the middle of the room)

(One of the men steps into the light)

(He has bloody holes for eyes)

Man: I’ll never forget the day they took out my eyes. You don’t understand that sort of pain, do you, Mark? The feeling of helplessness, being held down as everything you’ve ever known is taken away in one painful moment. It’s so frightening, so…soul-gouging. That’s it. You ever felt that before?

(MARK steps in the light)

(He has on a mask that has stripes running across it)

Mark: Yes...I have, Seeker.

(Seeker and Mark charge at each other)

(Their swords clash)

Director: Cut!

(The two men freeze and lower their weapons)

Director: Great job, Martin.

(MARTIN CLIFFORD, aka the Seeker, walks over as people surround him)

(They wipe the fake blood off his eyes and remove the make-up)

(The director JOHN SEYMORE walks up to him and smiles)

John: This is definitely going to be better than the first. You have a certain vibe that just resonates whenever you’re on-screen. I tell ya, this is going to be a breakthrough film for your career. Just wait and see. We might even see a “Best Supporting Actor” nod.

Martin: For a superhero film?

John: Hey, if a black guy is nominated for the same award in a fantasy movie, I’m sure the Academy will have no problem. Big things are coming your way.

(Cut to Martin entering his apartment that night)

(He sighs and sits down on the bed)

(There is some prescription medication on the dresser)

(He unscrews the top and takes a few pills)

(He puts the cap back on and flops back down on the bed)

(Cut to a young kid GEORGE watching the news)

News Announcer: We’ve just got word that Martin Clifford, who was playing the Seeker in the new superhero film The Marksman, is dead. Reports are sketchy at this moment, but it’s believed he died from…

(The doorbell rings)

(George’s father SAMUEL MALLER enters the room)

Samuel: Hey, George, turn that off. They’re here.

George: Martin Clifford died.

Samuel: Who?

George: Martin Clifford, the guy from the Marksman. He played the Seeker.

Samuel: Wow. He was pretty young, wasn’t he?

George: Yep.

(Samuel walks over and opens the door)

(His sister MARY MALLER enters the house)

(She is followed by a man DIMOND ORMAND)

Samuel: Hey, how you doin’, sis?

(Samuel and Mary hug)

Mary: I’m great. Samuel, this is my boyfriend Dimond.

(Samuel shakes Dimond’s hand)

Samuel: Pleased to meet you.

Dimond: The pleasure is all mine.

(Samuel’s wife ABIGAIL MALLER walks from the back of the house)

Abigail: Mary!

Mary: Abigail!

(They hug)

(Cut to Mary’s kids playing with George)

(Samuel and Dimond are talking)

Samuel: So what type of work do you do?

Dimond: Oh my, where do I begin? I am the C.E.O of a major company. You might’ve heard of them. They’re called Elite Dragon. Anyway, they’re involved in imported goods from Japan. Most of our workers have been outsourced. We’re one of the many companies dependent on foreign resources.

Samuel: That’s regrettable.

Dimond: Hey, it’s the failing economy, what can I say? Sure, I’d like it to be American homegrown and apple pie all the way, but it’s mainly about profit…how much money you can make.

Samuel: It’s a shame…how bad our economy really is.

Dimond: It’s only going to get worse. A person better have good job security. Their career options have to be something synonymous with the times that we live in and the times that we can look forward to.

Samuel: I’m really not looking forward to those times.

Dimond: Neither am I. So what kind of work do you do?

Samuel: I am the voice of Master Stan Griffin in Northern Family Force.

Dimond: That controversial animated show? Comes on the Humor channel occasionally?

Samuel: The same one.

Dimond: Thought I recognized your voice from somewhere.

Samuel: It’s horrible and raunchy, but it pays well.

Dimond: Like I said, whatever you do, it’s all about the profit. Wouldn’t let my kids watch it though.

Samuel: So you planning on having a few with Mary?

Dimond: God, no. She has enough.

Samuel: So you’re not comfortable with the fact she has kids?

Dimond: I’m fine with it. I have adrenal disease, leaves me infertile unfortunately…so that’s another reason why I won’t be having kids anytime soon.

Samuel: Sorry to hear that.

Dimond: Don’t be.

Samuel: You’re a pretty good guy. I’m sure my sister’s happy to be with you.

Dimond: I’m sure she is too.

Samuel: Ah, man, I’m tired. I’ve been working non-stop for the past few days on this show.

Dimond: Hey, man, don’t let your work tire you out. I’m the C.E.O of a major company, but I know when to take a vacation.

Samuel: Well, like you said, it’s all about the profit.

(Dimond chuckles)

Dimond: I like your style. We should get together, have a beer sometime.

Samuel: Yeah, that’d be nice.

(Cut to Samuel entering the animation studio)

(John Seymore walks up to him)

John: Just the guy I was looking for…you’re a bit late.

Samuel: I had a gathering at my house last night. Overslept.

John: Well, I got a script ready for you.

(John hands Samuel a script)

John: Come on, read it over. We’re recording in less than an hour.

Samuel: All right.

(Cut to Samuel walking up to John sitting at a desk)

(He throws the script on the desk)

Samuel: What is this?

John: A script?

Samuel: Why are we making fun of Martin the day after he died?

John: What? Samuel, we make fun of everybody, dead or alive.

Samuel: But this is totally idiotic. “Sweet Dreams”? “Heroin Sleeping Pills”? Medication mislabeled as Smarties? The whole episode is making fun of this guy who just died yesterday!

John: TOO SOON! God, Samuel, don’t be so sensitive. The guy had it coming to him anyway.

Samuel: Oh, come on, that’s completely uncalled for.

John: Samuel, stop getting your panties in a bunch. It’s a cartoon.

Samuel: Get that out of the script. I’m not doing it.

John: We can’t get it out of the script. Are you nuts?

Samuel: Then I quit.

John: What is wrong with you? You can’t quit. We have a contract. Man, it is a cartoon and it is a cartoon that pays very well.

(Samuel turns around and walks away)

John: If you do this, you’ll be blackballed! You walked out on the most popular show of our time! You’re nuts!

(Cut to Officer OLIVER STEELE in front of a picture of the man and woman from the beginning of the film)

Oliver: The man, 25-year-old Kevin Thomas, had his brains blown out in the front seat of his Toyota. The woman, 24-year-old Kathy Thomas, was kidnapped and raped before her throat was slit. The Toyota was found abandoned by her body. No fingerprints, nothing. We do however have some people we suspect.

(The face of Tim Johnson is projected onto the wall behind Steele)

Oliver: This is Timothy Johnson. He works in Public Aid, offering services to the less than fortunate. He’s also under suspicion for being involved in the drug trade. We have strong reasons to believe that he’s the perpetrator. But we don’t have any absolute proof.

(We see the police chief BRANDON FERGIS watching with a bored look on his face)

(The face of Dimond Ormand is projected onto the wall)

(Brandon sits up straight)

Oliver: Dimond Ormand is Tim’s cousin. He’s the C.E.O of Elite Dragon. It’s suggested that Dimond and Tim run organized crime in our city, but we can’t pin anything on them.

(Cut to Brandon talking to Oliver after the meeting)

Brandon: Steele, I need you to take a vacation.

Oliver: What?

Brandon: A small vacation, ya know, take some time off. Halt your investigation for a little bit.

Oliver: Why would I do that? There’s a couple who were just brutally murdered on our city streets!

Brandon: We’ll take care of it for you. Don’t worry about it. Take a few days off.

Oliver: No, I’m not stopping until I find who did this.

Brandon: Oliver, I’m warning you. Take a vacation.

(Brandon walks off)

(Oliver looks at him in shock)

(Cut to Oliver walking up to a house)

(He knocks on the door)

(The door opens)

(Dimond is standing there)

Oliver: I’m Detective Oliver Steele. Do you mind if I talk to you for a few minutes?

(Dimond looks perplexed)

Dimond: No, come on in.

(Oliver walks in)

(A kid nearly runs into him)

Dimond: Hey, Micah, slow down.

Oliver: You have kids?

Dimond: Yeah, I’m keeping an eye on them while their mom’s asleep. Have a seat.

(Oliver sits on the couch)

Dimond: You want some coffee?

Oliver: Yeah, sure.

(Dimond goes into the kitchen and gets a cup)

(He hands it to Oliver and sits down across from him)

Dimond: So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?

Oliver: You’re Tim’s cousin, right?

Dimond: You like answering questions with questions?

(Oliver smiles)

Dimond: Yes, he’s my cousin.

Oliver: You guys talk much?

Dimond: Occasionally.

Oliver: What’s he do?

Dimond: He’s a caseworker.

Oliver: You’re a bigshot C.E.O. Why don’t you hire him? I’m sure your company pays more than the State.

Dimond: He’s not qualified. So your purpose in coming here was to question me on why I didn’t hire my cousin?

Oliver: No. Do you know Kevin and Kathy Thomas?

Dimond: Never heard of them.

Oliver: They were both murdered the other day. The woman, Kathy, was raped before she died.

Dimond: Sounds horrible. I feel sorry for them.

Oliver: You know anything about this?

Dimond: Besides what you just told me…no. Do you know who did it?

Oliver: No…I was wondering if you did.

(Dimond closes his eyes and sighs)

Dimond: Detective…I’m a family man. I have a house. I’m the C.E.O. of a company. I have kids. I don’t associate with murderers and rapists. I’m as legit as they come.

Oliver: Really?

Dimond: Yes. Do you think my cousin would know?

Oliver: I don’t know…maybe.

Dimond: Well, ask him then.

(Dimond stands up)

Dimond: It was nice talking to you, Detective.

(Oliver gets up and sips his coffee)

Oliver: Same here.

(Oliver walks out the door)

Oliver: Have a nice day.

Dimond: Thanks.

(Dimond closes the door)

(Cut to GLORIA HERNANDEZ walking from the back of the house in a bra and panties)

Gloria: Who was that?

Dimond: Some pest. Asking questions. I’m gonna be out tonight.

Gloria: I gotta leave anyway. I have some business with my father.

Dimond: Give him my regards.

Gloria: Who’s gonna watch your kids?

Dimond: Eh…I’ll drop them off at Mary’s. I’ll say they’re my nephews. Ya know, adrenal disease and all that.

(Cut to John walking out of the animation studio late at night)

(He is on a cell phone)

John: Look, man, I can’t cancel the show just because our lead developed a conscience. I don’t know why…maybe it was because we made fun of the guy so soon. Nah, he deserved it. Suicidal freak.

(A car pulls up)

John: Hey, look, I gotta go.

(Some masked men jump out of the car and grab John)

John: Hey! What the…?

(They drag him over to the trunk and throw him in)

(Cut to black)

(Fade out to see Tim standing over the open trunk)

(John looks at him and his eyes widen with fear)

Tim: You’ve been missing out on payments. You know what happens when a person doesn’t pay us our due.

John: Please don’t kill me! Please!

Tim: I promise I’m not gonna kill you.

(Tim walks away from the trunk)

(Dimond walks over to the trunk and looks at John)

Dimond: But I will.

(Dimond pulls out a gun and fires three shots into the trunk)

(As Dimond walks away, he fires a fourth shot without looking)

(Cut to the next day)

(Tim is sitting behind his desk)

(He’s filing cases into the cabinets)

(A man walks into the room)

Tim: You’re Phillip Johnson. One of my clients. Have a seat.

Phillip: Don’t mind iffen I do.

(Phillip sits down)

Tim: Says here that you were denied payments by the government. Apparently, despite the fact that you’re a war veteran, they don’t want to pay you.

Phillip: Yessir. I haves me the Agent Orange.

Tim: Well, we can fix that real quick.

Phillip: Do you believe in God?

Tim: What?

Phillip: I said…do you believe in God?

Tim: I don’t see how that has anything to do with what we’re trying to…

Phillip: I think God made the days in the week to keep everythang in order.

Tim: Really? Hmm…

(Tim raises his eyebrow)

Phillip: I think God made Monday just to test us and see how strong our faith was. I think he went and made Tuesday ‘cause what’s Monday without Tuesday? Then he made Wednesday ‘cause we needs a middle of tha week, ya know? And then he decided to go on ahead, and since he went on that far, he decided to go on make Thursday ‘just cause it be the day before Friday. And then Friday be a day of joyfulness and what them religious folks call exul-tation. It’s the day you git yer sinnin’ out the way ‘fore Sunday, that’s what I think of it. But being so gracious, God gave us two days and told us we didn’t even have to work one of ‘em and he called that one Saturday. Although I wonder who made Saturday, ‘cause when you looks at it, that’s when the most sinnin’ is done and it’s kinda spelled like Satan’s day. I bet Satan threw that day in there to stumble us before Sunday. Although, in my honest opinion, if Satan was responsible for a day, it’d be Monday, but that’s just my honest opinion.

(Tim shifts position in his chair uncomfortably)

Tim: Wow. Uh…back to your case…

Phillip: ‘Course Sunday is the day you pay yer respects and thank God for all he’s done for ya and pray for forgiveness. But some things…I don’t know…some things is just past forgiving.

(Phillip stands up)

Phillip: Some thangs just require a soul that Satan hisself couldn’t have raised worse.

(There is a sawed-off shotgun in his right hand)

Tim: What the…?

(A shotgun blast goes off)

(Tim falls back against the cabinet)

(There is a huge bloody hole in his chest)

(Blood pools underneath Tim’s body)

(We hear screaming outside the door)

Phillip: That’s just my honest opinion.

(Cut to black)

(We see Dimond and other family members at Tim’s funeral)

(Dimond sighs as he sees his aunt crying and shuddering)

(Cut to Dimond talking to Oliver)

Dimond: Did you catch who did it?

Oliver: We have some leads, but we don’t have any concrete proof. There’s been quite a few murders happening recently. The couple…the movie director…now your cousin. Have you been watching the news lately? Crime is on the increase, and out of all the things to blame, guess what people are blaming?

Dimond: What?

Oliver: Religion. The government is reaching a decision on the growing aversion towards religion sometime soon. People don’t believe in God so people don’t believe in the sanctity of life.

Dimond: That’s unfortunate.

(Cut to Phillip drinking a beer with his buddies in an auction house)

Phillip: You shoulda seen the look on that nigger’s face when I shot him down. Got what was coming to him though. Filthy coon, killing my daughter.

(His buddy WILLIAM takes a swig of the beer)

William: That’s horrible, man. Your daughter…defiled by a darkie. Murdered by a filthy nigger. We should’ve lynched that sumbitch.

Phillip: Killed my son-in-law too. I ain’t even gonna have grandkids ‘cause of that murderer.

(Dimond enters the auction house)

William: Who are you?!?

Dimond: I’m a relative of Tim’s.

Phillip: Go back to Africa!

(The men all pull out their guns)

(Gloria comes in with twenty men behind her)

(They all have guns)

Dimond: Good night, gentlemen.

(The gang opens fire on Phillip and his buddies)

(William is shot to pieces as blood spurts out of the various holes in his face)

(Phillip tries but to fire but the gun blows up in his hand)

(Phillip falls to the ground riddled with bullet holes)

(Dimond strolls over to the fallen Phillip)

(He pulls out a gun)

Dimond: I’ve never been to Africa.

(He shoots Phillip in the head)

(Cut to the sun shining in the sky)

(Mary is sitting on the front porch of Dimond’s house)

(Dimond walks out of the front door)

Dimond: Whoa. You scared me. So what are you doing here?

(Mary pulls out a bra)

Mary: What is this?

Dimond: It’s a brassiere. Why?

Mary: What was it doing in your car?

Dimond: What were you doing in my car?

Mary: So who is it?

Dimond: Who is who?

Mary: The whore you’re sleeping with.

Dimond: Ouch…now that’s a lack of self-respect.

Mary: Don’t play games with me!

(A car drives down the street slowly)

(Dimond notices it)

(He reaches into his pocket)

(The car stops in front of his house)

Mary: I can’t believe that you would do this…

(Dimond pulls out a gun)

(Mary gasps)

Mary: What…why do you have that?!?

(The car window rolls down)

(A man sticks a machine gun out the window)

(Dimond aims at the man)

(The man pulls the trigger)

(Gunfire goes off)

(Dimond’s body is riddled with bullets)

(Blood sprays everywhere)

(Dimond falls to the ground as a pool of blood forms around him)

(We see Mary lying next to him with a bullet wound in her head)

(The car speeds off down the street)

(Fade to black)

(Fade out to a television screen)

(PREISDENT BEATTY is on the television)

President Beatty: There have been many changes since I’ve taken office some seven years ago. I’m a man of complexities, a man of differing emotions. I am a man of strong moral foundation and a keen fondness for justice. Above all, I am a God-fearing man. I believe in the Bible and I believe in Jesus Christ. But, America is changing. New faiths are on the horizon with a lot of hope for the future. And we are in an economic downturn. The churches hold a lot of opportunity for our country to better itself. So, my fellow Americans, the ruling was made today that churches are no longer tax-free. I know this signifies a great change in American life. But, as true patriots of our country, we will be able to stand up in defense of decisions made for the goal of peace. Thank you for listening.

(The camera turns off and Beatty loosens his tie)

President Beatty: What a load of bull.

(We hear laughter in the background)

President Beatty: “I believe in the Bible.” God damn the Bible.

(Cut to soldiers entering a mosque)

(They go up to the front of the mosque past the bowing individuals)

(They arrest the Imam)

(One of the Muslims GHAZAWHAN ZAFIR watches in horror as the Imam is dragged outside)

(Ghazawhan gets up and walks over to one of the soldiers)

Ghazawhan: This is not right! Let him go!

(The soldier doesn’t respond)

Ghazawhan: Why are you doing this?

(Ghazawhan grabs the soldier’s shoulder)

(The soldier hits Ghazawhan in the face with his gun)

(Ghazawhan falls to the ground with blood on his face)

Soldier: Pay your taxes, sand nigger.

(Cut to Gloria looking at a list)

(Dimond Ormand’s name is on the list)

(Gloria crosses out Dimond’s name with a Red X)

Gloria: The mafia belongs to me.

(We see her sitting at the head of a huge table)

(Brandon Fergis is sitting to the right of her)

(BILLY THE BAT is sitting to the left of her)

(Cut to Ghazawhan walking home)

(He sees soldiers approaching a Catholic church)

(The priest walks outside and greets the soldier)

(He shakes hands with the soldiers)

(Ghazawhan watches in disgust)

(Cut to Samuel walking into his house)

(Abigail walks over to him)

Abigail: You quit your job?

Samuel: Yeah, it’s complicated.

Abigail: Why did you quit your job? We’re struggling as is.

Samuel: Look, they were being offensive.

Abigail: They’re always offensive. What your point?

Samuel: They were talking about a guy the day after he died.

Abigail: Oh, don’t be so sensitive.

(Samuel sighs)

Samuel: I’m tired. I wanna go to bed.

Abigail: I don’t think this is gonna work out.

Samuel: What?

Abigail: I’m taking George and I’m spending the night at my mom’s.

Samuel: Why?

Abigail: You quit your job! And you didn’t even consult me.

Samuel: They were talking about a man the day after he died. Maybe I was being too sensitive, but I don’t feel like that’s right.

(Abigail sighs and walks past him)

(Cut to Samuel entering a mall)

(He walks up to a counter)

Samuel: I’d like to apply for a job please.

Salesman: Sure, just fill out this form and I’ll be right with you.

(Samuel takes the job application and sits down)

(Ghazawhan is sitting in the chair next to him)

(He looks over at Samuel)

Ghazawhan: Applying for a job?

Samuel: Yes.

(Samuel sighs)

Samuel: I quit my other job because the show I was working on was making fun of a guy the day after he died. Now my marriage is trouble and I’m doing rough financially.

Ghazawhan: Sounds like a lot of stress.

Samuel: No kidding.

Ghazawhan: Have you ever entertained the idea that your government might be responsible?

Samuel: Excuse me?

Ghazawhan: Well, think about it. Your government has become liberal when it comes to morality and conservative when it comes to social matters. America is engaging in warfare all while its people work meaningless jobs chasing after the dollar and the children are on YouTube and MySpace all believing they’ll be rich when they grow up and learning how to worship the dollar and the country. That’s your Pledge of Allegiance for you.

Samuel: I think the government is partly to blame, but there are other factors.

Ghazawhan: I mean, really, think about it. I don’t know if homosexuality is a conscientious choice someone has the right to make or something you’re born with. You’ll find supporters who say both. The children of this age…the media babies that are raised feeling that it’s all right to like a person of the same sex for the sake of “tolerance” and yet, in the same breath, they feel it’s okay to be racist towards people unlike them or intolerant of people who don’t share the same faith.

Samuel: Your comments sound a bit homophobic. I do agree that tolerance spans all facets of life, not just a few.

Ghazawhan: That is where we disagree. Is it wrong to be intolerant of injustice and depravity? Should we tolerate everything? America thinks it’ll last forever…the great immortal nation setting itself up as the international good guy. Its government are lying pieces of filth, shaking hands with the Judeo-Christian white religious organizations and spitting in the face of Muslims and Hindus.

Samuel: You seem like you have a lot of baggage. I agree with you on a lot of things, but you have to realize that just because we’re huge doesn’t mean we’re the worst out there. There are many people going through genocide and starvation in other countries because of their government.

Ghazawhan: And there are many who don’t. America’s flaw is this. They think that the deterioration of their country signifies the end of existence. It doesn’t. American politicians lie, cheat, and steal every day while so-called Christians commit fornication the Saturday nights before they go to church on Sunday. In all this, people of other races, religions, and ideals are oppressed.

Samuel: Wow. I never thought of it like that before.

(Ghazawhan sighs)

Ghazawhan: Keep those thoughts. And now I have made a decision. Leave now. Before it is too late.

(Ghazawhan unbuttons his top button)

(A wire is revealed)

Samuel: What is that?

Ghazawhan: Leave now.

(Ghazawhan buttons up the top button)

Ghazawhan: If the police stop me in less than five minutes at 12:00, the people here are safe.

Samuel: What are you gonna do?!?

(Ghazawhan stands up and walks away)

Samuel: What are you about to do?!?!

(Samuel runs up to the counter)

Samuel: Everybody get out of here! There’s a bomb in the mall!

(Samuel runs to the front door and goes outside)

(He dials 911 on his cell phone)

Dispatcher: 911 emergency.

Samuel: There is a guy who has a bomb at the Shelton Mall. I repeat, a guy with a bomb at the Shelton mall. He’s an Arab, about 5’11…he has a bomb in the mall! Get everybody out here! You have less than five minutes!

(Cut to Abigail and George walking through the mall)

(Ghazawhan walks past them)

(He pulls a detonator out of his pocket)

(Cut to Samuel standing outside as police cars show up)

(He looks at his watch)

(It’s 11:58)

Samuel: Hurry!

(The police and the bomb squad rush inside the mall)

(Cut to Ghazawhan checking his cell phone)

(It’s 12:00)

(He closes his eyes and starts walking forward)

(He bumps into a few people)

Ghazawhan: O ye who believe.

(Cut to the cops rushing through the mall grabbing people)

(Cut to Samuel looking at his watch nervously)

Ghazawhan: Fight the unbelievers who gird you about…

(Cut to a police officer grabbing an Arab’s hands and threatening him with a gun)

(It is not Ghazawhan)

Ghazawhan: …and let them find firmness in you…

(Cut to Samuel falling to his knees as cops rush past him)

(Cut to Ghazawhan holding the detonator up)

(A cop sees him)

Cop: Wait!

Ghazawhan: …and know that Allah is with those who fear him.

(Ghazawhan detonates the bomb)

(His body explodes into blood and fire as the surroundings are engulfed in flame)

(Cut to the mall exploding from the outside)

(Samuel watches in shock and horror)

(Cut to Dimond’s eyes opening)

(Cut to people rioting in the streets)

(A reporter is standing in front of it all)

Reporter: Riots are increasing nationwide due to the government’s decision to tax churches and the recent terrorist attack that claimed the lives of so many. We can truly that, in this time of turmoil, the country is divided.

(Cut to Samuel walking up to a podium with a microphone)

(He faces the rioters and begins talking)

Samuel: Excuse me. Excuse me.

(The crowd quiets down)

Samuel: My wife and child were killed by the terrorist attack on Shelton Mall. I have not yet got over my grief. But, I must say this…now is the time to fight. Now is the time to realize that we cannot sit back and let our government allow terrorism or sit back and let our government allow injustice. Now is the time to gather together in bravery and courage and realize that there is hope for America! But the only hope we have is to overturn the entrenched bigotry and inefficiency of these United States!

(Cut to Samuel talking to various people)

(He hands out guns and knives)

(Cut to Samuel walking through the front door of a house)

(Two of his supporters OTIS and NATHAN are there)

Samuel: Why is it so hot in here?

Otis: Can’t afford the air conditioning.

Samuel: Oh, really. Why don’t you beg your government for a raise?

Nathan: Go to hell.

Samuel: Well, that certainly wouldn’t help the situation.

Nathan: So when do we fight?

Samuel: Tomorrow night. It’s time for a Revolution. How many do you have?

Otis: About 50 million strong.

Samuel: Wow…the country’s more divided than I thought. Nathan, did you get the artillery?

Nathan: Sure did.

(Cut to Nathan unwrapping guns and rocket launchers)

(Cut to Billy the Bat smoking a Cuban cigar in the comforts of his home)

Billy the Bat: Now, with Dimond out of the way, all that’s left is Gloria’s dying father. With Fergis’ help, I’ll be able to take over as easy as pie.

(He hears a bump in the other room)

(Billy grabs his baseball bat and slowly walks over to the room)

(He kicks the door open)

(Nothing there)

(He walks into the room and looks around)

(The room is dark and it’s lightning through the window)

(Billy turns around)

(An axe swings down and the blade slices through Billy’s face and head)

(Blood sprays everywhere)

(A huge glob of sticky fluid hits the wall)

(Dimond is standing there with blood all over his face)

(Dimond lets go of the axe handle)

(Billy falls back with the axe lodged in his brains)

Dimond: Missed me?

(Cut to Gloria being dragged to a dark basement by two of
Dimond’s goons)

(Dimond is standing in the basement with two more goons)

Dimond: I can’t believe you betrayed me.
Arranged a drive-by shooting? That was a low blow.

(Gloria looks at Dimond with fierce eyes)

Dimond: Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you.

Gloria: Yeah, but your goons will.

Dimond: No, you’re going to live for today. I still like you somewhat. Doesn’t mean you’re getting away scot-free though…

(The thugs drag Gloria over to a table and bend her over the table)

(Dimond grabs a long heavy rod from off the floor)

(He walks over and leans down to look Gloria in the face)

Dimond: I think you deserve at least…a thousand. Yeah, that’ll kill ya, I know. But not before tomorrow.

(Dimond stands up and whips Gloria with the rod)

(Gloria winces)

(Dimond leans down and smiles at Gloria)

Dimond: Don’t hold it in. I’m not going to start counting until I hear screaming.

(We hear screaming as the beating continues)

(Cut to Dimond walking into an empty restaurant)

(He is wearing a Goofy hat)

(The chef is dragged out of the kitchen and sat at a table)

(Dimond sits across from him)

Dimond: You know about Gloria’s little coup, huh?

Chef: Sorry. I apologize for not telling you. I made you the best dish in the house as recompense.

Dimond: Really?

Chef: Yes…it is on the counter in the kitchen.

(One of Dimond’s thugs grabs it and sets it on the table)

(Dimond picks up a fork and starts eating)

(His Goofy hat wobbles as he nods his head)

Dimond: Mmm. This is good. There’s no poison, is there?

Chef: Of course not. I am on your side.

Dimond: Man, this is good. Although I had some really good food after I barely survived that drive-by shooting and went to Florida to recover. My kids loved Disneyworld. They have some really really good food. Yours is good, but theirs is heavenly.

Chef: I just want you to know that I am very sorry…

Dimond: No need. No need. I know how sorry you are.

(Dimond wipes his face with a napkin)

Dimond: You should go to Disneyworld sometime. I think you’d enjoy it.

(Dimond grabs the knife on the table and walks over to the chef)

Dimond: I loved that meal.

Chef: Please…

Dimond: Shh.

(Dimond plunges the knife into the Chef’s chest)

(Blood runs down the Chef’s shirt as he tries to breathe)

(Dimond yanks the knife out)

(The chef falls onto the table)

Dimond: My compliments to the chef.

(Cut to a young man being dragged through Dimond’s house by two of Dimond’s men)

(He is thrown onto the couch)

Dimond: You know they were planning to betray me too. Tell me who the policeman was who was a part of this and I’ll let you out of here alive with at least one of your limbs intact.

Young Man: I ain’t telling you nothin’.

Dimond: Really?

(Dimond pulls out his gun and shoots the kid in the head)

(Blood runs down onto the couch)

Dimond: Man, he was gangster.

(The two goons look on in shock)

(Dimond sighs and shoots one of the men)

(He turns to the other)

Dimond: Laugh.

(The criminal laughs nervously)

Dimond: All right, that’s enough.

(Cut to Brandon entering the hospital)

Brandon: What room is Gloria Hernandez in?

Nurse:: Room 314.

Brandon: Is she in bad shape?

Nurse:: She’s pretty bruised up, but she’ll live.

(Cut to Brandon walking towards the room)

(He has a gun hidden under his shirt)

(Dimond walks up and blocks his way)

Dimond: Hello.

(Brandon turns around and runs back downstairs)

(Cut to Brandon running out of the hospital)

(He sees Dimond’s car and breaks the window)

(He climbs in and hotwires the car and drives off)

(Dimond and his goons run out and shoot at Brandon)

Dimond: Wait! Don’t shoot my car!

(Dimond turns and sees an ambulance with the keys in the ignition)

Dimond: Let’s go.

(He jumps into the driver’s seat of the ambulance and takes off with his sirens blaring)

(Cut to a group of people rioting)

(There are fights breaking out everywhere)

Woman #2:Somebody call the police!

(Brandon flies around the corner in the stolen car)

(The car hits a man right next to the woman)

Woman #2:Oh my god! Somebody call an ambulance!

(The ambulance swerves around the corner and hits the woman)

(Cut to Brandon driving into a parking garage)

(The ambulance is right behind him)

(Brandon drives to the top of the parking garage)

(The ambulance crashes into him and slams the car into a parking
space)

(A very bloodied Brandon stumbles out of the car)

(He pulls out his gun and fires at the ambulance)

(Dimond hits the gas and the ambulance careens at Brandon)

(The ambulance barely misses Brandon as he jumps off the top of the parking garage towards another building)

(Brandon misses the roof of the other building and falls to the ground)

(He hits the ground with a sickening crunch)

(Cut to Dimond looking over the top of the parking garage)

Dimond: Well…he’s dead.

(Cut to Samuel in front of a large group of people)

(Nathan and Otis are at his side)

(The armies of the United States are walking down the road)

Nathan: Here comes the militia.

Otis: “But in all things approving ourselves as the ministers of God, in much patience, in afflictions, in necessities, in distresses…”

Nathan: What?

Otis: “In stripes, in imprisonments, in tumults, in labours, in watchings, in fastings…”

Nathan: Are you talking about God again?

Samuel: Let him pray.

Otis: “By pureness, by knowledge, by longsuffering, by kindness, by the Holy Ghost, by love unfeigned…”

Nathan: It’s getting on my nerves.

Samuel: You should pray too.

Nathan: I don’t believe in God.

Samuel: Pity.

Otis: “By the word of truth, by the power of God, by the armour of righteousness on the right hand and on the left…”

(We see the armies getting closer and closer)

Otis: “By honour and dishonour, by evil report and good report: as deceivers, and yet true…”

(The people stand their ground as the militia gets closer)

Otis: “As unknown, and yet well known; as dying, and, behold, we live; as chastened, and not killed…”

Samuel: Fire!

(The battle begins as both sides start shooting)

Otis: “As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, and yet possessing all things…”

(We see planes flying in and dropping bombs)

(Cut to a dead man’s eye)

(We pan out to see streets of dead people)

(We see cities of dead people)

(We see mountains of dead people)

(Cut to a few soldiers walking amongst the bodies)

Soldier #2:Hey, I found a head.

(He picks up a severed human head with blood dripping from the bottom)

Soldier #2:Catch!

(He throws it to a soldier who catches it)

(The soldier throws it back at him)

(They throw it back and forth amid all the dead bodies)

(Cut to Dimond walking away from the parking garage)

(A gun is held to his head)

Oliver: Don’t move.

(Dimond sighs and spins around)

(He grabs the gun and kicks Oliver in the stomach)

(He hold the gun on Oliver)

Dimond: You know what? I’m not even gonna kill you. I’m gonna let you go. I’ve had a rough past couple of days. I’ve been shot, betrayed, and everything else. I just want to go home.

Oliver: You killed the police chief. You were working with your cousin Tim in leading organized crime. You might’ve helped him kill the couple…

Dimond: Hey, what Tim did in his free time is his business. I had nothing to do with it.

Oliver: So now what?

(Dimond sighs)

Dimond: Do you know why I carry my gun? It isn’t because I’m tough or a stone-cold killer. It’s because I’m afraid. I always have been afraid. Afraid of the dark, afraid of failing, afraid of dying. The gun gives me courage. I feel unstoppable. And, in the end, this is just a piece of metal designed to take lives. I don’t want to do this anymore. But it’s all I know.

Oliver: Give me the gun and turn yourself in.

Dimond: No can do, Officer.

(Dimond unloads the gun and throws it into the air)

Dimond: See you around.

(Cut to Dimond walking past the dead bodies)

(A man is standing on top of a pile of dead bodies)

(He waves a machete in the air)

Man #2: We have won! The people have won!

(A man walks up behind Dimond with a machete)

(He stabs him in the back)

(Dimond gasps and turns around)

(He yanks the machete out and chops the man’s head off)

(A whole bunch of people surround Dimond)

(He charges at them and begins killing more people)

(They stab him repeatedly)

(Dimond reaches out to the sky as fresh blood washes away the dried blood)

(Cut to Samuel sitting down in his house)

(He is missing an arm)

(Other wounded survivors are there with him)

Samuel: I sit back and I think about what happened. Everybody just went along. They marched stone-faced with no emotion into their own destruction. Even when the screams echoed through the sky, even when the blood came up to their knees...they showed no fear, no sadness, no pain, nothing. The only trace of emotion was one. Life was so meaningless and so inconsequential that the only way to convey the inescapable madness inherent to their spirit...was a smile. But, even then, there was a reason for that. There is no reason...no science to explain this.

(Cut to people crying over dead bodies)

(Cut to the body of Dimond surrounded by dead people)

(Cut to Oliver sitting on a bed in Tokyo)

(Cut to a picture of Samuel’s family)

(Cut to families hacked to pieces)

(Cut to the American flag burning)

(Fade to black)

THE SCIENCE OF EVIL

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