TWO FACES By Patrick Donahue Patrick Donahue ProtectRite R692-6731 Los Gatos, CA 95030 Cell: 408-806-2129 email@example.com FADE IN: INT. OFFICE - DAY SHARON, an attractive woman in her 40's, proudly sits behind a beautiful mahogany desk. Behind her standing tall are several shelves of law or medical books. On the wall, hang numerous degrees. Across from Sharon sits PAUL, a rough looking 40. Dressed in blue jeans, and a long-sleeve light blue shirt button to the top. The wall behind Paul hangs the poster from the classic movie "Psycho". SHARON Go on... PAUL Like I said. SHARON Released? PAUL San Quentin. SHARON Is that where that happened? PAUL What? Sharon points to her face outlining the scar on Paul's. It's nasty, the scar starts an inch into his hairline on his right side -- down across his severely damaged grayed out eyeball -- to the center of his cheek. A tear slithers from that bad eye. PAUL Oh...that's another story. SHARON I'll bet. PAUL Do you have a tissue? SHARON Tissue? Paul nods. Sharon pulls out a box of tissues and holds it out. Paul pulls out a tissue and wipes his bad eye. Sharon sees the tattooed letters on his right knuckles that spell out the word KILL. PAUL Yeah, well... My brother's daughter was raped and murdered Twelve years ago... SHARON Oh my God, that poor child. Sharon notices a large tattoo coming out from his shirt collar going up the left side of his neck. PAUL They arrested the bastard, but he got off on a technicality... My brother went crazy, drinking,' drugin'... Then ate a shotgun for dinner... SHARON Why on earth are you telling me this? Paul carefully folds the tissue into a two-inch square. PAUL Jimmy Sullivan... SHARON Is that supposed to mean something to me? Paul pats his eye dry and carefully puts the tissue into his shirt pocket. Sharon reads the letters on his left hand that spell DEATH. PAUL I tracked him to a dumpy little bar called the Log Jammer up in Oregon. Ever hear of it? Sharon shakes her head. SHARON Catchy name though. PAUL Catchy? Sharon quickly holds out the box of tissue. SHARON Tissue? Paul shakes his hand. Sharon sits the box of tissues down and picks up a pencil and yellow note pad. PAUL Anyway... I went in the Jammer and acted as if I were drunk... I bumped into him real hard... Jimmy grabbed me with both hands and slammed me up against the wall. Sharon notices Paul as he quickly stands and POPS out a razor sharp knife blade. PAUL He felt this when I stuck it into his throat, turned it side ways and sliced coming out, they teach you that in the Marine Corp... SHARON Why do you think I need to know this? PAUL Then I stuck him in his chest... The look on his face he new he was wasted. SHARON Oh... SHARON visions JIMMY as he grabs his throat, blood SPURTS out between his fingers. SNAP, the lead in Sharon's pencil flies through the air. SHARON (Under her breath) Shit. PAUL What? SHARON That was terrible, go on. PAUL Sure... He let go and grabbed his throat and stepped back while dropping to his knees. The sounds of blood gurgling through his fingers, and air swishing from his lung. Paul LAUGHS and motions like an orchestra leader. PAUL It was all music to my ears. The people in the bar just stood there. Sharon puts the pencil into an electric sharpener creating that irritating GRIND. Paul gives Sharon a hard glare. Sharon pulls the pencil out and blows off the dusty lead, then notices. Paul crunches a piece of paper on the desk. SHARON Sorry... PAUL I'm learning to be a patient man. Sharon holds the pencil up, nods her head. PAUL No one moved. Then the bartender called 911. Jimmy's eyes were frozen on me. He started to fall forward like in slow motion. Paul moves like he kicks a football. PAUL I Kicked him in the mouth with my steel toed cowboy boots -- they were brand-new at the time -- His body wrenched backwards, blood, teeth, peppered the wall... the floor... Paul throws up his hands as if he kicked a field goal, puts the knife away. SHARON That's appalling...my God. PAUL I could hear the police sirens blaring down on me. Then the door burst open and there with a shotgun... was Jimmy, DAMN. I didn't know he had a twin brother. Jimmy screamed and raised the shotgun, and all the bar patrons jumped him. Paul throws up his hands. PAUL BLAM! Sharon almost jumps out of her seat throwing the pencil over her shoulder; it bounces off the books to the floor. PAUL Blasted a hole right in the ceiling it did. The next thing I remember I'm on trial for murder one lay in wait punishable by death. The whole town wrote letters to the court saying that Jimmy's brother. Sharon picks up the phone, pushes a button and whispers into it. Paul looks at her as he sits down and crunches the paper. PAUL Johnny started it; I was just defending myself. You see... Johnny had raped one of the girls in their own town and gotten away with it because the people were all too scared of the Sullivan brothers... The door quickly opens, BENJAMIN, a large black man with arms ripped off the cover of a muscle magazine in a black T-shirt, black baseball hat on backward and dark sunglasses. He closes the door; arms folded he stands like a giant next to Sharon. Paul half gets up from his chair and holds up his hand for a high-five. PAUL Hey bro... Benjamin's like a rock. Paul sits back and flattens out the crumpled piece of paper. PAUL Anyway... I don't think the judge bought the whole thing; it did get kicked down to voluntary man, with a max of fifteen. I miss my brother and my niece. I would really like to share some birthday cake with her... and you know, maybe have nice, ice-cold beer with my brother... Paul tears up taking the tissue from his pocket and drying his eyes. SHARON Yes, well. I have another appointment in ten... PAUL They reopened my Barbie's case - that's what we all called her -- and they found Jimmy Sullivan guilty... Sharon looks at her watch. PAUL He got life without the possibility of parole. SHARON Nice... She taps her watch. SHARON It's a fiver now. PAUL I understand... You're the first person that I ever told this to... It felt good to got is off my... Sharon stands. SHARON Benjamin, show Paul to the door. And thank you for coming in. Paul gets up and walks to Sharon. Benjamin gets a little uneasy. PAUL I'll see you again won't I? Soon, I hope... SHARON You have issues Paul. PAUL Tissues? SHARON Issues. PAUL Oh... I know the way out, thank you. Benjamin opens the door and Paul exits. The door closes. SHARON He has tissues of the brain... A sudden knock and the door quickly flies open. Paul holds out his razor sharp knife. Sharon's mouth drops. PAUL You two going to take me on? Benjamin moves behind Sharon. PAUL What did you think of my monologue? Paul peels of his scar and holds out his eye contact holder. Sharon forces a smile causing a slight laugh. SHARON I was just telling Benjamin, what in the world are you standing around for son, for God sake, get this actor his paper work. Benjamin's nods like a dashboard dog. Paul smiles. FADE OUT.