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Thursday, 24 February 2011

Crossings: Part 6.

17. INT. STAR CHAMBER INTERROGATION CELL. DAY.
 
The STATIC DISSOLVES.
 
The ACTION is FROZEN.
 
The CAMERA ZOOMS out from MURRAY’S EYE.
 
The ACTION RESTARTS.
 
A FIST SMASHES INTO MURRAY’S EYE.
 
 
 
WAYSELL
Are you ready to confess yet?
 
 
 
MURRAY’S FACE is BLOODIED.
 
 
WAYSELL is STANDING in the CORNER of THE CELL. A LARGE SOLDIER in STAR CHAMBER UNIFORM is BEATING MURRAY.
 
 
MURRAY
Confess to what exactly?
 
WAYSELL
That you and your team were completely incompetent, irresponsible, incapable of executing the original BIFROST mission and that the mission should have been given to a unit better suited.
 
 
MURRAY
What? Its been two years and you’re still simmering over that.
 
 
WAYSELL
That command was rightfully mine.
 
 
MURRAY
Yeah if by rightfully you mean that you didn’t have a chance of ever commanding anything outside of guarding a latrine.
 
 
 
WAYSELL nods to the SOLDIER. The SOLDIER punches MURRAY again.
 
WAYSELL
That command was rightfully mine.
Instead they gave it to somebody completely unqualified.
 
 
 
MURRAY
A hero, you mean.
Look the word up Waysell, I can understand you might have difficulty with it.
 
 
WAYSELL NODS again. MURRAY gets PUNCHED AGAIN.
 
 
WAYSELL
A fool who died after completely botching the operation.
 
 
MURRAY
A man who laid down his life to get his unit home safely you mean.
 
 
WAYSELL
Exactly a fool. The unit is expendable, the commander isn’t.
 
 
MURRAY
And you wonder why you have no luck with women.
Honestly you’re such a humanitarian, really Waysell, why don’t more people see it?
 
 
 
WAYSELL nods at THE GUARD who lifts MURRAY out of his CHAIR and SLAMS him up against the wall. WAYSELL moves towards HIM. HIS FACE right in MURRAY’S.
 
 
WAYSELL
You piece of crap.
That command was mine.
You got me busted down to Lieutenant.
Mine was a glittering career.
I was going to be the greatest general, the world had ever known.
And now I’m here doing clean-up detail on your little mess, all because of you.
 
 
 
MURRAY
How in that messed up piece of slime you call a brain do you work that out.
 
WAYSELL
You got me busted down.
 
MURRAY
You stole my research, tried to pass it off as your own and got busted when it became obvious that you had no idea of the complex physics used.
You look like me at age 11 trying to make up homework off the top of my head after my teacher asked me whether I’d done it.
Which of course, I hadn’t, too much mega drive, the night before you understand.
Was that your reason, Waysell?
Too much mega drive?
Is that why you stole my research?
 
 
WAYSELL
It was my research!
 
MURRAY
How do you work that out?!
You were the adminstrator at the research unit.
 
You were a secretary, a p.a. to the unit commander.
You haven’t done science since you were 16.
 
WAYSELL
It was mine.
You should have said it was mine.
I was destined for great things!
 
MURRAY
You were and still are, destined for a nice padded room and a comfy straitjacket.
 
The SOLDIER punches him in the stomach again.
 
MURRAY
There’s no way you’re getting a confession.
And I’m getting quite used to the beating.
By the way, I’ve got a really bad itch, if you could scratch it for me?
No? Fair enough.
Bring on the punches!

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