Friday 10 May 2013

dialogue (for Preliminary)

Al 1-killer
Hutch-victim

deadly premonition

the first character is standing in the elevator, the music of the elevator grows loud ,it plays a fast  samba beat   the man stands calmly, he is whistling along with the music playing.  the man is smartly dressed . the man is wearing   a smart suit with a red tie to symbolise the blood which has been spilt . (he also is wearing a long dark trench coat which is open in the front allowing us to see the tie.) The camera zooms to the right sided face we see he has not shaved in a while.voices can be heard over the scene "hutch de marcos that the guy you want now ples- please let me go" and then a single gunshot is heard and the focus  returns to the man in the elevator the man face goes from the grinning smile to a look of despair as he replays the  previous acts in his head . as the next scene is a memory the colour seems over emphasized and less real 


Next scene 

we see two men sitting across from each other in a small room . The room is dimly lit and only catches the silhouette of both man this adds to the effect of the memory . the victim at first seems lively and care free but as the scene  progress  a  sense of despair reaches across the man . the man from the elevator seems tense and uncomfortable with the situation but he has a sense of purpose around him.


Al; I hear your a  man who can make people - (nervously)  disappear ?
Hutch; maybe i am who askin'?
Al; my name is alan i'm -ugh- i'm a friend of your associate  little tony
Hutch; Tony that man is a dirty pig
Al; Regardless i'm here now
Hutch : is that so ? hold on let my pour myself a drink

Hutch walks to a small table and the edge of the room and pours himself a drink 

ohh were are my manners would you like a drink ? grinning widely.

Al; uhm - yes thank you

Hutch: so how do you know tony ?
Al;Old friends. ( a distant gun shot is heard to indicate tony was the voice heard in the elevator) 
Hutch; is that so .( with a sense of uncertain )
- you ain't a cop are you ? .
Al; (defensively) No i ain't why ?
Hutch; got that  look of a cop all dressed up in some cheap suit  with no where to go
Al; well i ain't no cop
Hutch shrugs his shoulder in a look on complacent 
Hutch; can't be too sure theses days screws are clamping down hard trying win the streets
Al; you think they won't
(laughing to himself) more chance of me win the presidential election.
( al   joins by giving a unconvincing laugh ) 

Hutch; (slapping his hands together and rubbing them ) to business
Al; yes thank you .
Hutch: so who is it you need whacked ?
( the scene flash forward briefly to show al hold a gun)
Al; killied? (puzzlingly)
Hutch: (rudly) yes
Al; Hutch do marcos
( the grin has wiped from hutch's face)
Hutch; is this some bloody joke who the hell do you think you are get the hell out here before I kill ya - go NOW !.
Al; ( we sense that al is taking control in the scene) you don't know who i am do you , you don't even remember.
Hutch: remember what ? you goon
Al; My brother You killed my brother James of course you don't remember , why  would you he was an other forgettable faces , another pay day . But he was my brother . let my remind you it was almost two years ago my brother had just left my house when you walk up and shot him at point blank range . he didn't stand a chance of living - and neither do you !

Al jumps from the table and pull the gun from his side as he pulls the gun the glass of whiskey is hit of  the floor and  the camera cuts away to the glass falling as the begins to fall we hear the shots and by the time   hits the floor the gunshots have stopped .

 the scene fades back  with Al standing over the body the  then scene returns to the elevator and zooms out for his face as it zooms out we see the shirts he is wearing is completely cover in blood and specales of blood cover the left side of his face the elevator gradually grinds to a halt and the Al steps out he takes the gun from his pocket wipes it and drops the gun in a nearby trash can, the screen fades to darkness and the titles begin to roll. 


  

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