INT - INTERROGATION ROOM

DEAN
I Don’t know what made me do it.
That’s always the first question,
’Why’ I had to that’s why.

MAN
(O/S)
What do you mean you ’had to’
mister Wilkins? Was it for the
money?

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DEAN looking haggard. He sits up a little bit in his chair,
a flicker of life touches his eyes

DEAN
It whispers to me. It hisses in my
ear. ’Take it! No one will miss
it.’ It always talks to me.

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Man half covered by shadow with a dick tracy style hat and
an old school tablet and pen in his hands

MAN
Who tells you to take it?

DEAN
The voice.

MAN
(skeptical)
There’s a voice in your head?

DEAN
Yes. I can try to ignore it. I can
try to shake it off, shove it away.
It only gets louder.

He’s fiddling with a pencil that he stole on his way in, MAN
notices the pencil and makes a mental note that DEAN was
sent in with nothing.

DEAN
Screaming at me to take it and run.
It’s impossible to stop.

He holds out his arm for demonstration

2.

DEAN
Down my arm, into my fingers and

snap

DEAN
It’s over.

He pulls a wallet slowly out of his pocket.

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THE MAN

he jerks up and pats his own pockets down, his wallet is in
place. He stands and snatches the wallet- and then the
pencil- out of DEAN’s hand. Dean gives it over without a
thought- he looks sad.

MAN
Who’s is this?

DEAN
Tracy’s. He opened the door for me
after I was searched.

The MAN shifts back into his chair uneasily.

MAN
When did this first start? How long
have you heard this voice?

DEAN
It all started with a candle stick.
One of those little antique
candlesticks your grandmother
collects. The voice pushed me, I
was shocked at first, but as I said
it’s impossible not to listen.

MAN
And when did you become Darren
Blink?

DEAN
Along the way.

MAN waits for a real answer. Dean says nothing and the MAN
tries again with a different question.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 3.

MAN
Tell me about the underworld.

DEAN
The Underworld’s not a place I’d
advise you to visit. Nasty down
there really.

MAN
(trying to be smooth)
Really? I’ve heard it’s quiet lush.

DEAN
And who told you that?

MAN
That’s for me to know.

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DEAN
I know who it was. It was that
bastard that stabbed me in the
back.

DEAN clutches his hand into a fist, smoldering, a passion
ignited in his core at the very thought of this person.

DEAN
It was, wasn’t it? I know it was.

Dean relaxs in his chair again.

DEAN
I was a lord down there. Adored.
Fawned over. Only lords get the
lush life, as you put it. But
obviously it’s a dangerous place,
and people aren’t to be trusted.
Look at me now.