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YOKNAPATAWPHA COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT
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Investigating Officer(s): Det. S. Murphy, Det. T. Armstrong
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Incident No.: 002221-15H-2004
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Case Description: Corwin Fitz Homicide
This scene comes from the script Fitz's movie, Bacchanals'
Destruction, taken as
evidence (Evidence # 002221-03) from the master bedroom of the film crew's lodge.
Caution: Rough language and
situations.
BACCHANALS' DESTRUCTION script, Lodge Draft 8,
pg. 16.
CUT TO:
INT -- LODGE BATHROOM, NIGHT
RALDLER is handcuffed to the faucet in the
shower, thrashing about in the water, his hands and face streaming
with blood. He rises from beneath the water, gasping for air. CHEYNE
sits nervously on the comode.
RALDLER
Jesus! Sleepwalking. I had... a terrible
nightmare. I dreamed that I died, but my spirit wouldn't rise. I was
abandoned on earth, and what few spirits were here would have nothing to
do with me. And somehow I could communicate with mortals, but they took
no interest in me. And then I realized I was in hell. And there indeed
was no salvation, for God had forsaken me. Worse than that, he'd
forgotten about me, completely. It was the only way hell could exist.
And the only devil was me, and the flames that consumed me were
desperation.
CHEYNE
You've been beaten badly...
RALDLER
I'm dying? Do you think so?
CHEYNE
You're not dying, Raldler.
RALDLER
I'm not scared. I know that's not the way it is.
Because I've lived other lives. In fact, in my last life, I died young
in a car crash. I feel it every time I get behind the wheel. And I can
feel what my next life will be. I'm gonna be an astronaut. I'll make God
notice me this time... get right up there in his face and yell, "Look at
me, you sweet, wonderful bastard!"
CHEYNE
Raldler--
RALDLER
Are you the angel come to get me? ...
CHEYNE
I want to get you out of here.
RALDLER
My situation has become rather complicated. I
don't know these people like I once thought I did.
(long pause)
So... do you have a plan?
CHEYNE
This is too surreal for a plan.
RALDLER
There's gotta be a plan. Otherwise, what's there
to fail?
CHEYNE
The plan is this. We climb out the window, we run
like hell for the reservoir.
RALDLER
That's a perfectly terrible plan. I'm chained, for
Christ's sake...
CHEYNE
Well, break the goddamn faucet off. Don't just lay
there in the wet.
RALDLER
What made you decide to save me?
CHEYNE
Maybe it's what you told me in the kitchen. Maybe
I see my fate somehow intertwined with yours.
RALDLER
You sad, poor, savage creature. Good-night...
He struts up
and down the terrace in a drunken-like stupor, peeping in windows and
knocking on doors as he yells and drinks. An occasional frightened eye
looks out through partially closed curtains.
RALDLER disappears under the water. For nearly
two minutes of uninterrupted screen time, RALDLER lays under the
water as CHEYNE watches with a straight face. Finally she grabs him
up.
RALDLER
They dragged the lake, you know?
CHEYNE
What?
RALDLER
They dragged it ... to look for my brother.
CHEYNE
Dammit, I'm tryin' to save you!
RALDLER
Didn't find nothin', of course. He put one right
in the temple himself, did it right down by a creek near my house, then
he slipped away under quicksand.
CHEYNE
(pleading)
We're both in this!
RALDLER
The only thing I remember is the funeral director.
This f*****' slimeball was doing magic tricks, trying to cheer me up,
while my brother is in the other room with a hole in his head, his body
bloated and rotting. And this guy wants to be a f****** comedian. I
pissed in his coffee mug, you know. And then we toasted my other
brother, who saved himself too. Overdose. No question of intent.
CHEYNE
You're not beat yet.
RALDLER
Those weasels. I admire the hell out of 'em. I've
thought of bailing out myself. Many a times... after a good performance.
Take a bow, stick a gun in my mouth and shower the audience with gray
matter. Share my knowledge with them.
CHEYNE
What's stopping you?
RALDLER
It's the only thing I'm truly scared of.
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