TWO FACES
                                       By

                                Patrick Donahue

               Patrick Donahue 			ProtectRite R692-6731
               Los Gatos, CA 95030
               Cell: 408-806-2129
               bottlne@comcast.net



               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.