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Interrelating Balance......
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All conceptual realities are just a different reflection of a universal visualization -- Essentially identical....
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Differences express themselves only in the vocabulary used to articulate them.....
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This precept theorizes that all realities, evident truths, are a single entity, concept,....
viewed at from a myriad of perceptions; be they mental, spiritual or physical....
in the alphabet of their communication.....
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Again, all consciousness, interrelated, the vocabulary of understanding the only ....
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All evident perception harmonious, one --- Cause. Effect. Yin. Yang. Action. Reaction. Sin. Grace. Death. Birth. ....
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all attempts to explain the same interweaving patterns of existence,....
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Stalkers, Strippers & moms
A Short Film
By
JD Glasscock
All Rights Reserved 2005
WGA REGISTERED
CUT IN::
1. EXT. ALLEYS AND STREETS OF SEATTLE - NIGHT
MONTAGE
People shopping in nice areas. Camera floats down alleys and streets of Seattle. Homeless men begging for money, one kid, homeless, dancing coin across knuckles next to old homeless man begging. A street musician playing drums on plastic lids seeking coins.
DISSOLVE TO:
2. EXT. FRONT DOORWAY OF STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
Camera starts on front door and drifts through door into club. Various men precede him.
CUT TO:
3. INT. CLUB - NIGHT
ECU of burning cigarette then pull back revealing an old cowboy sitting at the bar facing away from the dancers. As camera pulls back revealing the cowboy, a dancer on stage is dancing to music. Camera also establishes interior of club.
(Played during montage, scs 1-3)
VOICE OVER
Where did it start? What were the things that led
me to the roads, the avenues, the blood? Can I blame it on
the abuse suffered by deranged mother’s hands?
That would make it too easy I think.....or do
I take full responsibility for the choices I’ve made,
irrelevant to the past?
Now that, sounds too hard, too difficult to swallow.
Maybe it’s a mixture, a little black, a little touch of
white,
and a whole hell of a lot of gray, abuse instilled in
an already dark heart. I don’t know the
answers, don’t think I ever did, ever had
the chance. But others will surely find them,
others will study my insanity, under a microscope,
under the guise of compassion and freedom,
somehow trying to understand the blood, the death,
the torture. Haha!!!! I wish they could of met my mom.
She would of taught them, she would of made them understand.
She would of shown them love.
4. INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
Camera starts with an over the shoulder of Henry scrawling words into the notebook. We see what he is writing over his almost inaudible words....tick, tick, mom, tick, mom, bitch, mom, tick.
HENRY
Tick, tick, mom, bitch, tick,
tick, mom, bitch
As Henry’s scrawling and manic behavior gets more pronounced,, we see patrons noting Henry’s movements and begin to move away from him. Two security guys notice Henry and they start towards Henry’s table just as announcer/dj speaks.
ANNOUNCER
Ok, you cretins, put your grimy paws
together for the Queen of Lust, the
sultry, sensuous, Lilith, the star
and crème de la creme of all our lovely dancers.
Everyone’s eyes focus on stage and Lilith, even Henry. Henry stops writing and looks up toward the stage and Lilith. Stage fog surrounds the stage, and one leg lifts through the fog. Lilith begins her number and the camera surveys her body - her lips, her eyes, her thighs, her breasts. As her dance ends, we see Henry is back to scribbling, a fevered gleam to his eye, whispering.
HENRY
Tick, tick, mom, tick, Lilith,
beauty, tick, tick, hatred,
mom, bitch, Lilith, tick, tick
FADE OUT:::
FADE IN:::
5. INT. HENRY’S FAMILY’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Henry, age eight, is wrapped in sweat soaked clothes. His mom is at the master bedroom door. They have arrived back a day early from a visit to Henry’s grandmother. The Mother is screaming standing at the doorway of the master bedroom where is Father is naked covered with sheet also wrapped around a strange naked woman. Henry is terrified at his mom’s ferocity.
MOM
Again, again you fucking animal!!! You fucking fucking
beast,
god damn unfaithful man!!!!! Get out!!!!
Get out!!!!! Take your whore with you!!!
Never, never, come back, ever!!!!!!!
As Henry’s Dad and the woman try to cover themselves and exit the place, Henry’s mom grabs a yard stick out of a pantry and starts whacking both of them with it. Henry is terrified in the corner watching the whole thing play out. Henry’s dad takes most of the blows trying to shield his lady, his eyes casting furtive sorrow filled glances towards Henry. He says goodbye with his eyes, then, walks out the door, his mom slamming it behind him. She is furious, her eyes raging. Her eyes come to rest on Henry’s small frame.
MOM
Your going to be like him some day, Henry,
a disgusting, unfaithful man, being led by your meat. It’s
in your blood,
who you are, a soulless man. DO you hear me!!!!???
A fucking man!!!!!
Close up on windowed terror milking Henry’s sad sorrowful eyes. A tear licks his already char streaked face. His mom’s eyes soften for a moment, she embraces him in a hug.
MOM
It’s ok Henry, it’s ok baby boy.
I won’t let it happen, I won’t let you become
like all the other men. I’ll save you, Mommy
will save you. Don’t you worry.
I’ll beat it out of you, that’s what I’ll do,
beat it out of you. I owe you at least that,
at least that. I’m your Mom,.....beat it out of you,
it’s for the best.
Her hands are clasped in gentle loving repose as the words ‘beat you’ drift upon Henry’s fragile form.
FADE OUT::::
FADE IN:::
6. INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
Lilith is dancing on stage. Henry’s eyes roving upon her flesh. Other patrons are also enrapt with Lilith’s body and movements. Camera worship’s Lilith’s undulating form. Other patrons in club stare leeringly at her as she dances.
DISSOLVE TO:
7. INT. HENRY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Henry, now 18. He is looking through the pages of an old porno magazine. As he gazes on the pics, his hand sliding up and down on his pants, his member. His hands move faster and faster. His body leans back and his eyes flutter from ecstacy.
DISSOLVE TO:
8. EXT. HOT TUB - NIGHT
Henry’s exotic dream finds him in a hot tub, bubbling and steaming, a coconut drink in his hand with an umbrella. Two beautiful women approach the hot tub in scantily clothed bikinis. They remove their tops as they approach into the hot tub, their eyes running hungrily over Henry. They caress each other as the approach Henry.
WOMAN 1
Oh Henry, thanks for inviting us over. We thought you were so cool, owning your own club, and this place, your own hot tub. Wow, a girl's dream.
HENRY
No problem ladies. I try to please. But no more wasting breath, join me, the water's fine.
WOMAN 2
We don't mind if we do.
They slide to each side of him, their hands reaching into the water to grasp his manhood as they squirm in ecstasy........
CRASH CUT TO:
9. INT. HENRY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
The door slams open in Mother horrific shouts, her greedy eyes taking in moments with tilt of head and grimace of mouth, the worn yardstick in her hands, her eyes lit up with the fires of hell. She slaps the yardstick in her hand.
MOM
Again!!! Ruled by your cock like every man that ever
drew breath!!!! I am sick and tired of having to teach
the same lesson!!! Is that it, do you want to be your
father, some worthless man ruled by what's between his
legs, faithful to no one, crushing the spirit of a woman's
love, fucking like a pig, like some disgusting
fucking man!!!! I thought
I had beat this out of you. I hoped
I had beat it out of you, last month, the month before, the
years before, but it just keeps going and going!!!! Maybe I
should just cut it off, save all the women it will ruin!!!
But no!!!! NO!!!!
(Her eyes move to nurturing love)
Oh, I'm sorry baby ... you need more love!!!!!
That’s it, it’s not your fault, I failed....
I haven’t done enough.
I promise I won’t let you be like your father.
I won’t let you be like all
the other pigs out there.
You know what has to happen,
don’t you Henry?
Of course you do.
Henry startled, embarrassed and scared starts backing up into the room tripping over his pants that are down around his ankles. He lands on the bed behind him. Mom walks up next to bed. She looks down on Henry. She raises the yardstick and brings it down hard on manhood, though shown using shadows. Over and over again, Henry yelping.
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10. INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
Lilith just finished, now walking around tables while new girl gets up on stage and begins. Henry watches her like a hawk. He watches her talking to a suave, well dressed man, Henry’s jealousy simmering. Henry starts scribbling. We see the words. Sorrow, beauty, sorrow, beauty, sorrowful beauty. Lilith takes a man to a back booth and starts doing a lap dance. Henry watches lasciviously, checking to see if anyone notices. His hand moves his rumpled notebook upon his member under the table.
FADE OUT:::
FADE IN:::
11. INT. STRIP CLUB LAP DANCE COUCH - NIGHT
Henry is envisioning himself as the person Lilith is giving a lap dance to. She is thriving and jiving on his lap. Then she morphs into his Mom doing strange perverted mom dance, kinda funny. Not really on him, more in silhouetted light with returns to Henry’s tortured face, then back to Lilith, then back to mom, then to his girlfriend Eve, Henry’s mouth whispering with longing.
HENRY
Eve...
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12. INT. BAR - NIGHT
Henry, now 21 is at bar, alone, nursing a beer. The place is slow. A very beautiful girl is two seats down sporting a shiner, but still hot, also nursing a drink, looking as if she needed it, the black eye looking a few days old. She catches him looking at her.
EVE
Alone too, huh.
Henry at first has to look around to make sure she’s talking to him.
HENRY
Uh, yeah. You too I see. What happened?
He gestures to her eye. She gets a little shy, but then a steel resolve floats to her eyes.
EVE
An asshole boyfriend. You think I would
of learned by now. My dad used to do the
same thing, and then I go and choose a guy
exactly like him, fucking ass holes.
Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear it.
Henry’s eyes become deep pools, kindred pain. He understands. He moves next to her and gently takes her hand, looking into her eyes.
HENRY
Believe me, out of all the people you could
be talking to, I completely understand, more
than you will ever know.
At first, him touching her, cause her to want to jerk her hand back, but looking into his eyes, seeing the pain, she believes him, and is somehow comforted. Her hand relaxes into his. Her eyes lock onto his.
EVE
I believe you do....(Whisper)
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13. INT. Henry’s bedroom – Night
Henry and Eve enter Henry’s bedroom, both looking nervous and their eyes and ears roaming. Eve sits on the edge of the bed her eyes watching Henry hesitantly shuffling through one of his drawers.
EVE
I thought you said your Mom
would get really pissed off
if she found a girl here?
Henry’s hands stop searching for whatever hidden treasure that had captured his spirit. His eyes took in Eve.
HENRY
She would… she would be a fucking volcano,
and shit I would get from it,
I can’t even imagine, or wouldn’t
want to…
I’m sorry Eve, truly sorry I can’t…
I can’t scream love to the heavens,
and yeah, a sight that would be huh?
But she wouldn’t understand, would never
understand, not in one lifetime,
not in a thousand lifetimes.
But never mind her, she’s at some new
knitting group she joined, a
group of women she can come home
and bitch to me about, … never happy
if she has nothing to pull apart and
mutilate in her loving ways. (he sighs)
She’ll be gone for at least a couple hours.
But that’s not why I brought you.
Eve thought he might mean some romantic venture, her hand tailing her open necked blouse along the swelling curves of her breast.
EVE
So why did you bring me here my
horrifically beautiful man?
Was it to depose me of my virginal bliss
(She laughs and makes a seductive pose)
or depress me with the insanity
of your mom?
She makes a crazed face and claws with her hands but looks frightened when she sees the pain in Henry’s eyes, his hands renewing his vigorous search, clothes flying all over the place. His hands come out with a photo, a glorious expression of victory painting his face.
HENRY
No, this is what I sought,
I wanted to find… to share with you,
to hope you understood,
what I’ve never shared with anyone.
Damn, I don’ t know why I even have it,
after… after what he did,
to my mom and me. Fuck!
My mom would slowly roast
my testicles over an open
flame if she knew…
Henry moves and sits next to Eve, hand trembling, hands the photo to Eve, then lays back, his legs over the bed.
HENRY
That’s my father. I know that he
left us, left me. But even so,
I… I miss him, sometimes, when
the rain falls,
and I feel alone in the pattering
sound it makes,
when midnight has strolled past,
and the bruises ache from my mom’s loving hands,
I take it out, and just stare at it,
imagine, dream, what it could have been
what it will never be
…Fuck, sorry. You probably
don’t understand, just think
I’m crazy, but it’s the only
thing I can share with you, to show,
make me feel, that vacant
hollow in my heart…
that only that photo…sometimes fills,
that, well, you, (He sits up
and takes her hand,
staring into her eyes)…
uhh, I don’t know how to say it,
sometimes, on some nights, when
street lamps flicker sorrow,
sometimes you step into that vacant hollow,
and well, I don’t’ know, I
guess I don’t feel so alone.
His head tilts downcast waiting for the words crazy, and her leaving, goodbye, the word he knows better than all the rest. But Eve’s hand tilts his head back up, show hope in the soft caress of his cheek.
EVE
Thank you Henry, thank you
so much for sharing this, for, for
opening up, for letting me fill
that, that place, cause you…you do that
for me, you make the bruises of
my father’s hands…fade, lose,
lose themselves in memory,
in pasts that for moments…when
I’m with you, I can…I can dream they happened
to someone else. Thank you,
thank you for that and for all the rest,
showing me, for once…in life,
that a man, can be, can be beautiful…
Their eyes meet, lock, their lips drifting closer, closer, till they touch ever so softly, then as moments pass, more urgently, Henry’s hands sliding down her curves. The door bursts open, both of them leaping up, Henry’s mom with Hell’s rage in her eyes, betrayal, shock.
MOM
Al the pain, the lessons,
the memories of your fathers
devilish ways, and it stands for
nothing, cause here is his son
in all his father’s glory…with
some wanton slut, some fucking imp!!
How dare you!!!!
How dare you!!!! Get the fuck out of my
house you whore!!!! You fucking
cunt!!!! You will not undo all
that I have done, you will not make
Henry into his father, not while my fucking heart still
Beats!!!! GET out!!!!
GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!
The mom grabs Eve by the hair dragging her dragging her off her son while Henry stays immobile with shock and fear of his mom’s burning eyes. Eve try’s to hold her balance but is dragged out of the bedroom door. Henry stays still, listening to Eve’s cries of his name, then silence as his mom gets her out the front door, then the slam of the door, then the thunderous footsteps of his mom coming back. His fear shadowed his horror. His Mom enters with her devil’s stick of punishment in her hand.
MOM
YOU WILL PAY HENRY!!!
BY GOD YOU WILL PAY!!!
14. EXT. EVE’S MOM’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Henry, bruises on his face, a cut lip, now with Eve for six months sits on a bench swing on the porch of Eve’s Mom’s house, Eve next to him, leaning into him, but her voice passionate, her hands holding to him tight.
EVE
I can’t believe all the things that
harpy you call a mom has done to you.
I mean, yea, my father was an asshole, but my mom
eventually got me out of there. I don’t know how
you’ve survived. It’s not
your fault your father was a two timing
bastard. I’m sorry Henry, but your mom
is a psycho bitch. And I don’t know how you
defend her, that’s the most maddening part of it all.
Henry, staring off into the night, takes a moment to encompass all that she says, his body tightening into rigid stance as her words cut his mom.
HENRY
Cause she’s always tried. I mean I know she
shouldn’t, shouldn’t hurt me the way she does, but
she can’t help it, she does it cause she loves me,
cause she cares, cause she doesn’t want me
to be like my father, cause she doesn’t want me to
hurt women, like you, like her, like my father's
always done, like your father's always done.
Eve gazes into his eyes, his dream, her hand caressing his face.
EVE
Your all wrong, so wrong, your mom has you
upside down and inside out, black is white
and white is black, your mind a fucking maze,
but I love you, I truly love you.
Henry holds her close, his eyes fidgeting towards unseen stars, cracked rainbows in dreams never taking breath.
HENRY
(Whispers)
I love you too, I do,
just like my mom taught me.
Henry’s eyes stare steel into the lens of movie magic, thee lens spiraling closer and closer still, into the back drop of broken thoughts, deeper and deeper into his eyes.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
15. INT. WORLD OF IMAGINATION - TIME ANYWHERE, EVERYWHERE
Henry surrounded by dark shadows sits upon a throne. Scenes show around him, as afterthoughts, nightmares. These are the scenes. Medium close up of father’s face and eyes then close up on eyes. Next, his father holding his mistress under a blanket of bones. A 8 year old Henry riding a bicycle down empty deserted street, except for a man slamming heroin in an alley. Henry’s mom smoking a cigarette slamming worn yardstick against soiled palm...Close up of her face saying “Pig, pig, pig” followed by “beat, beat, beat you.” Then his lover Eve saying “Black is white, white is black, broken down maze.” At end he looks straight into camera from throne screaming “Insanity! Insanity! Insanity!” His hands holding his head his demons. He screams.
FADE OUT:::
FADE IN:::
16. INT STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
Camera comes out of Henry’s eyes back into bar and dim strip club. He gazes into some nameless new dancer on stage and then leans down and starts writing. Lilith, Eve, Mom, Love, Sorrow, Hate, Pain, DEATH! Henry becomes rigid as Lilith comes from behind to sit on his lap her arm on his shoulder.
LILITH
Hey sexy, you like my curves slip sliding this way and that, and even (wink)
Kink as you watched me on old Jim’s
lap. So how about it, are you
ready for your turn in the shadows??? It’s only twenty a dance,
forty if you want full service.
Henry’s hands start shaking out of sight under table, crumpling his worn notepad.
HENRY
Ahh, no, I couldn’t, my mom, the stick, hurt.
It would be wrong, wrong, lust, pig, beat.
Lilith tries to catch all the things he mumbles softly. She slides her hand onto his knee, leaning over so her breasts almost fall from fabric into view, her lips caressing his ears as her hand slides up his lap.
LILITH
Did you say your Mom hunny. No Worries,
your mom ain’t here, and aren’t you a little old
to be worrying about what she thinks anyways.
I promise, Lilith will take good care of you.
I’ll make you shiverin’ in all the right places,
you won’t think of anything else. I am the best
at what I do, and what I do is please.
Henry’s hands are now shaking with small isolated earthquakes, the pad of his dreams and thoughts falling from his limp fingers to soiled decadent floors. He squirms and shifts as her hand slides up his perfectly suited thigh, her lips licking his ear as she talks, her breasts glistening in the soft muted light of lust filled havens. A flash cuts across lens of pails of blood being flung from Henry’s hand onto blank canvas, only for a moment, a breath, before reality of the second again shifts into focus and he finds himself up and walking, being led by trembling hand in Goddess fingers towards back shuffled couch wrapped in dark shadows, same repository of earlier Lilith movements on strange hips.
He is now shoveled onto couch, the music grinding, thumping, seductive and irresolute, Lilith now moving, shifting, sliding onto his now bulging pants, her heaven born ass now doing slow circles against his manhood, against the corruption his mom has beat into his flesh.
LILITH
That’s it hunny, let Lilith do her thing.
So just lay back
and enjoy. I’ll make you forget about everything
except my hips on yours, no more moms,
no more loves, no more anything except the burning
in your pants. It’s what I do best. So just relax and let
me take you for a ride.
17. INT. WORLD OF IMAGINATION - ANYTIME
This shot is flashed between Lilith Lap dance for only brief seconds. It is just image of mom with dark back drop. She is holding yardstick slapping against palm, also close ups of mouth speaking.
MOM
Beat it out of you, beat it out of you,
beat it out of you
You will not be like your father,
you will not be like your father,
you will not be like your father.
18. INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
He is shaken by the memories and horrors of his mom. He snaps and shoves Lilith off him, her landing hard. He throws money on the ground out of his pocket. Lilith is shocked, then angered as Henry mows across the club stopping to swoop his notebook he had left at his table, the last word written large that the camera sees as he heads out the door. “Death!”.
FADE OUT::
FADE IN::
19. INT LARGE WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Henry in perfect suit and mirrored glasses holds pails of blood he is splashing across a large canvas. Shadows on the wall behind the canvas show half dismembered corpses hanging on ropes from ceiling. He starts smearing his hands over the blood he has hucked on the canvas. He talks, whispers, screams.
HENRY
For you mom...
For you mom.....
For you MOM!!!!!
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20. EXT. ALLEYWAY OUTSIDE STRIP BAR - NIGHT
This entire scene is shot through a reverse reflection from Henry's mirrored glasses until he actually grabs Lilith.
Henry sat still as moss in the shadows of an alleyway within sight of the back door to the strip club. Moments passed and Henry with mirrored glasses waited, breath riding upon breath. The door opens and Lilith steps out, now with long trench coat covering lustful flesh. A large aping security watches her walk away then retreats back into club, complacency now a doorstop to his routine of secure passage. Henry leans down further into the darkness. Lilith passes him fumbling for keys and one too many shots on duty, oblivious to fate winding itself into her path, soon, into her flesh. She glides down the darkened rat infested back street and Henry steps into her shadow. She makes a block south of club, just far enough for noise to do nothing but disturb rats and broken down dreams. Henry clasps her mouth, shoving her against dumpster hands groping, hurting.
HENRY
I love you mom, I love you.
(Tightens his hands to trembling mouth)
Be gentle muse, be gentle
and I will be gentle.
(Whispers in ear) If only
mom could see me, could see the art,
could see the love.
Lilith struggles, horror and fear leaping to limbs flailing, muffled screams and desperate struggles elicit back hands and spitting fists till Lilith is surrendered bruise, sacrificial lamb of tripping hope. Henry peels her over dumpster his hands ripping shredded under garments, his own hands deftly lowering his pants, his hand shoving her head down and over, his other hoisting penetration, then hips finding rhythm against her now frail sobbing frame. And as the movement of grinding hips starts thumping, Henry’s eyes rotate and fall back to lids, his memory now dancing beats to the disjointed melodies of rape and abuse. The camera fades up into a full and bright moon.
FADE OUT:::::
FADE IN::::
21. INT. HENRY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
This next scene is cut between the last scene. Flashes of last scene keep interspersing for just a few seconds at a time. Both scenes keep taking turns. Henry is in his bed with Eve draped all over him. He wakes without waking her. His skin is seating and clammy. He stands up and from beneath his pillow pulls a large knife. This is Henry late 20's early thirties. He pulls a crisp black note pad off corner table, and writes “It’s time”. He exits his room unlocking three locks that are on the door.
22. INT. MOM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
This scene now alone, no more flashbacks to rape scene. Henry is in Mom’s bedroom coming towards out of the tilting shadows, his mom oblivious till the last breath when she looks up and sees the descending knife, in her bed, falling towards lullabies now turned horrific, her eyes wide as he last act shuttles into her only boy’s eyes.
HENRY
Mom, just like you taught me.
You’ve been a bad girl.
But I love you.
(Swinging bloody arms, crimson splashing)
I love you!!!
Then Eve walks in on the macabre dance of Henry and his Mom.
EVE
Oh my GOD!!!!! What have
YOU DONE!!!!!!?????
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
HENRY!!!!?????
Henry’s glittering eyes filter back towards Eve’s interruption of his master piece, but then his eyes dance inspiration, a final touch to a perfect world. He steers his dripping gore covered frame toward Eve, knife shining and wet. Eve starts back pedaling slamming over shoes on ground, landing on her back, still scuttling, now Henry towering over her, alien eyes in a once comforting setting.
EVE
Henry...no Henry, no
I love you, what are you doing?
Henry....Henry, HENRY!!!!
Henry’s knife cascades down, blood squirting and squirming, shaping tormented pieces of art.
HENRY
It’s all beautiful now Eve,
no more pain, no more hurt,
I wish you could join me, I really
do wish you could be here,
but it wasn’t our time,
you had to go and keep mom
company....so she won’t be alone,
so you won’t be alone.
Now you both have someone to love,
forever. Forever and ever.
Flashes between this and that, come to a close, reality sets it’s concrete boots.
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23. INT. HENRY'S MOM'S HOUSE, BATHROOM - NIGHT
This scene for the first few moments has flickering glimpses of Lilith and rape scene, shifting for seconds from this scene and the last before settling in the real reality of teenage warped imaginations.
Henry, nineteen, in bathtub, surrounded by the warmth of scented candles rimming the tub, strokes and splashes water in self implementing ecstacy. He has dreamt everything we have seen so far while masturbating. The door slams open, his Mom right on cue. He steps, his foul manhood fully erect in worship to his Mom’s battered morality, his hand having slipped, from under a towel, his instrument of visions birthed. His mom starts to scream in anger, but now eyes blank movied screen, horror creeping in by inches.
HENRY
Mom, Sweet Mom.
I finally see, I am finally free,
I have finally understood what
you’ve tried to teach. I’ve had a vision
of stroking bruises and blues. I’m here to
give women peace, make sure
no man ever hurts them again. I will take the
love of mothers and sisters and lovers
and I will end their misery. I will give them sleep
and dreams that will rest their souls forever.
Just like you taught me.
Now come here Mom, closer,
you know what needs to happen,
let me show you love.
Henry’s eyes dance into the darkening lens, blade coming down in bloodied story tale haunts. It is time for his future to begin.
THE END
CUT OUT:::
VOICE OVER
Child abuse lasts a lifetime and affects far more people then you can ever imagine.
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