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July 1998
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Part VII
The following is part seven of a thirteen part serialization for the screenplay Blinded, written by Robert Sterling. It is suggested for mature audiences only. Though it is copyrighted, feel free to forward it to others, or to put it on your website.
Sit back, turn down the lights, microwave a bag of popcorn, and enjoy the show.
INT. BREAKFAST TABLE - MORNING
Mr. Hood is at the table, reading the paper and
depressing headlines: "BANKING CRISIS WIDENS", "MIDDLE
EAST TENSIONS INCREASE", "DRUG RELATED MURDERS
SKYROCKET", as well as "HISPANIC TEENAGER'S DEATH
INVESTIGATED", "YOUNG MILLIONAIRE IN COMA", and "MASS
SUICIDE PACT AT RELIGIOUS COMMUNE". Also, "DODGERS AND
ANGELS LOSE AGAIN". Carl walks in and sits at the
table, reading the magic booklet. The t.v. is on, the
two newscasters looking even better. Mr. Hood smiles.
MR. HOOD
I see you're reading the booklet.
CARL
Yeah, there's some real muff
tricks in it. (beat) Is Evelyn
feeling better?
MR. HOOD
Worse. She got a good night's
rest, but she's taking today off.
Carl nods, and turns to the t.v.
CONNIE
(on t.v. screen)
The Shaman Killer last struck six
days ago, but the case has become
even bigger. The reason: reports
of copycat killings in other
cities. New York, Chicago, and
Detroit have reported murders
closely resembling the Shaman's
pattern. Although police
departments are officially silent,
sources indicate there is in fact
a connection, and that these
murders were indeed inspired by
the Shaman Killer.
MR. HOOD
(smiling)
Nothing like a new fad.
LESILE
(on t.v.)
On somewhat different news, there
are reports of numerous UFO
sightings in and around L.A.,
which leads right to our special
report on "abductions", or claims
of alleged kidnapping by...
As her voice fades out, the shot drift to Carl, who is
reading part of the paper.
MR. HOOD
Oh, Carl, there's a little
something I want you to start
wearing for work. Its a little
disguise, in case someone starts
spying here.
CARL
(looking confused)
Spying?
MR. HOOD
Oh, it's nothing to be worried
about. Just a little precaution.
CARL
Why would anyone be trying to spy
on us?
MR. HOOD
Well, it'd be to find you. Some
federal agents are looking for
you. I think you stumbled onto
something pretty big, which may
explain your memory...
CARL
Wait a second. Agents? You mean
like CIA?
Mr. Hood nods.
CARL
Oh man.(beat, thinking) Look, I
don't want to cause a clinch.
Evelyn's sticking her neck out for
me, and I don't want...
MR. HOOD
Forget it, Carl. We talked about
it last night and agreed you've
been quite beneficial to us since
you've been here. It will be no
problem for us to cover up your
stay. (smiles) All you need is
to lay low. One thing I've
learned from my years as a lawyer,
unless you're being framed by the
police, which does happen, you
have to be real stupid to get
caught for any crime, even murder.
Which, I'm sure, you haven't
committed yourself.
Mr. Hood smiles as he opens his paper. Carl stares at
him.
EXT. OUTSIDE GROUNDS MANSION - AFTERNOON
Carl works in the garden. He has on an Oakland A's
ballcap, Ray Bans and a blonde mustache and beard. It'd
be hard to tell that it's him unless the disguise was
known.
CARL
(v.o.)
The CIA? It doesn't make sense.
But then, nothing else does
either. Got to think, try to
remember.
He walks from the garden, sweaty from working. He
carries a hoe as he walks to a shed. He turns his head
left, sees Evelyn by the pool in a bikini, relaxing.
He whistles at her. She smiles and waves.
CARL
Looking good.
EVELYN
So are you. I thought some sun
would cheer me up.
CARL
Good idea. Just relax and you'll
feel better.
EVELYN
I feel better already.
CARL
(smiles, pause)
You know, I don't know why, but
wearing this disguise, it feels
familiar, in a good way. Like I
enjoyed dressing up in costume and
I did it regularly.
EVELYN
I know. I've already included it
in my profile of you.
He looks surprised as she smiles.
EVELYN
I think it goes along with you
being ashamed, not wanting to see
yourself, Carl. To compensate for
that, you'd dress up as someone
else, so you could live out your
fantasies. Apparently you got
caught into something bigger along
the way. (beat) No, I'm not
surprised at all, Carl, you should
have an attraction to disguises.
That's what a fugue is, after all,
an attempt to hide ones identity,
perhaps as part of some bizarre
wish fulfillment.
CARL
(smiling, impressed)
Well, gotta get back to work.
Didn't mean to disturb you, doc.
EVELYN
See you around.
She smiles at him as he goes to the shed. He turns
back and looks at her again in the bikini, then shakes
his head in disbelief.
CARL
Damn.
EXT. FRONT DOOR OF HOUSE - DAY
The door is all that's seen. The doorbell rings.
Lilian answers the door, smiling. The two fed agents
are at the door. They pull out badges.
GUY # 1
LAPD. Is Mr. or Ms. Hood in?
LILIAN
Mrs. Hood is. She's feeling sick.
GUY # 2
Can we speak to her?
LILIAN
Let me ask. Hold on, please.
She leaves the door. They stare forward calmly as they
wait. Moments later, Evelyn comes to the door, wearing
the robe.
EVELYN
What can I do for you?
GUY # 1
We're wondering if you might
recognize this man.
He hands her a picture of Carl. She grabs it and looks
at it. She looks at their blank faces, then hands it
back, shaking her head.
EVELYN
Sorry.
GUY # 2
May we remind you lying to an
officer is a serious offense.
EVELYN
I don't recognize him.
GUY # 1
Would you mind if we search your
premises?
EVELYN
(angered)
Do you have a warrant?
GUY # 2
No. But I don't think you should
worry, unless you're hiding
something.
EVELYN
We like our privacy.
GUY # 1
Very well. If you do see him, I
suggest you contact us. He's a
very dangerous man.
GUY # 2
By the way, how's Sigmund?
EVELYN
(surprised)
Excuse me?
GUY # 1
Your son. How is he?
GUY # 2
We'd hate to see something happen
to him.
EVELYN
(very angered)
I don't know who you two are, but
you don't come here and threaten
my children.
GUY # 1
I'm afraid you're mistaken, ma'am.
EVELYN
I don't care. I want you both to
leave, and I don't want you to
come back. Is that understood?
GUY # 2
Yes. Farewell, Ms. Hood.
They both nod to her. They turn around and walk away.
Evelyn stares as they leave.
EXT. GARDEN MONTAGE - DAY
Carl works in garden, in disguise.
CARL
(v.o.)
I continue working all day,
thinking about Evelyn more and
more. When I saw her by the pool,
I almost burst. God, I can't
remember the last time I was laid.
While my lust for her becomes
greater, so does my hatred for Mr.
Hood. He makes me want to throw
up. (beat) Something pounds in
my head, again and again. A sick
dream.
Close-up of his face, as he begins to daydream.
CUT TO:
INT. THE HOODS' BEDROOM - ?
Mr. Hood and Evelyn are alone, him shouting at her as
she cries. He begins slapping her. Then, the door is
broken down. Carl comes in, madly holding a gun, and
walks to Mr. Hood with gun pointed at him.
MR. HOOD
What the fuck are you doing?
(angry) Get the fuck away! Drop
it, you fucking piece of shit!!
EVELYN
(shocked)
No! CARL, DON'T!!!
Carl fires the gun at Mr. Hood's head, blowing his
brains out, blood spraying on him and elsewhere. There
is screaming from Evelyn, and he walks to her. Her
eyes are closed, and she is very scared.
CARL
I love you. I love you.
EVELYN
(eyes closed)
No. No.
He walks towards her and begins kissing her. She
doesn't resist. They begin kissing very passionately.
They begin ripping each other's clothes off as they
continue. They begin making love, loud moaning sounds
from her as they embrace, covered in sweat and blood.
CUT TO:
EXT. GARDEN - DAY
Close-up of Carl's face, smiling, wearing his disguise,
as he rests standing up on his shovel.
INT. CARL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
This is a montage of shots of him in bed, playing
solitaire, doing card tricks, and getting out of the
handcuffs.
CARL
Playing cards and doing magic
tricks are all that stops me from
thinking of her at night. Every
night he yells at her. No wonder
she's sick. He treats her like
shit. He doesn't deserve her.
Not one bit.
There's a close-up of him looking up angrily as we hear
Mr. Hood screaming at her. Cut to him sleeping in bed.
He wakes up, screaming, sweating.
CARL
Oh God oh God oh God. I'm dead!!!
He stops screaming and hears Mr. Hood yelling, and
looks out his window at the house, shaking violently.
EXT. GARDEN - AFTERNOON
Carl is working again in disguise. He looks at the
tomatoes, seeing some are a nice juicy red. He walks
to the house.
INT. HOUSE - CONT.
Carl enters a room, where Mr. Nicholas is dusting.
CARL
Hey, some of the tomatoes are
ready to slit in the mouth.
Should I pick them, or leave them
in a little longer?
MR. NICHOLAS
I'm not sure. Evelyn would know
best. She's upstairs in her
bedroom.
Carl smiles and nods.
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONT.
He walks down the hallway to the bedroom. Without
thinking, he opens the door, and sees Evelyn breast
feeding Sigmund, one nipple exposed. She covers it up
in surprise, and he turns his head away in shame.
CARL
Shit, I mean... I'm sorry. I
should've knocked.
EVELYN
It's okay... What did you want?
CARL
Uh, well... It's nothing. Sorry.
He turns away, embarrassed. He takes a quick peak
back, and sees her covered up, staring at him. He
turns away again, and begins running down the stairs.
EXT. MANSION GROUNDS - CONT.
He runs out of the house, straight to his room.
INT. CARL'S ROOM - CONT.
Running in, he goes straight to the bathroom, shutting
the door behind him so the camera can't see him.
CARL
(v.o.)
I couldn't concentrate on work the
rest of the day.
INT. BREAKFAST TABLE - MORNING
Mr. Hood eats breakfast, as Carl walks in, looking
sick, carrying his disguise. Mr. Hood stares at him.
MR. HOOD
Looks like you caught something
from Evelyn. You okay?
Carl nods his head. Mr. Hood smiles and picks up the
paper. On t.v. is an OBNOXIOUS TALK SHOW HOST, a
FEMALE PAGAN WITCH, and an effeminate man, EMMETT.
HOST
So, you're a witch?
WITCH
That's correct.
The crowd hisses and the host smiles.
HOST
So, killed any cats lately? Or
are you too busy worshipping the
devil?
The crowd roars as she smiles back.
WITCH
It's very typical of Western male
thinking to associate witchcraft
with the devil. I kill no
creatures of the earth, and
worship no devil.
HOST
What do you worship, then? This?
He grabs his balls and squeezes. The audience hoots.
She smiles at him.
WITCH
That's a worse choice than Satan.
The audience laughs as host turns red.
WITCH
I worship Mother Earth. The true
Goddess, unlike your false war
god, the demon of the bible.
The crowd boos.
HOST
Careful, you might go to hell.
WITCH
(as crowd laughs)
Go ahead, laugh. I laugh at your
concept of hell. If anyone
deserves it, it's you so-called
christians who rape and abuse the
true Goddess everyday.
Fascist cries from crowd as host smiles.
WITCH
Long ago, Woman was considered
above man, the true godhead. This
is known as the Golden Age. Peace
and love reigned until men took
over, and the sword ruled. The
world's been in moral decay ever
since. That is changing in this
Age of Aquarius. Soon, the
Goddess shall rule again, and the
world will live in harmony.
HOST
(stares as crowd hisses)
Women ruling, huh? Let me ask
you, can you pee standing up?
The crowd roars as he turns to emmett, whose name
flashes below him on the screen.
HOST
Now, you're a follower?
EMMETT
Yes, i am emmett, a follower of
the true Goddess, and Her highest
Priestess, the Divine Mistress.
HOST
Ah, shut up, you pansy.
The crowd laughs loudly. Shot of Carl, looking sick as
he stare at t.v., almost in trance.
MR. HOOD
Carl. (beat, no answer) Carl?
(beat) Hey, Carl?
Carl snaps out of it.
MR. HOOD
Hey, you gonna need a day off?
CARL
(pause, slowly)
I'm okay. Just tired. Didn't
sleep last night.
MR. HOOD
Well, you should relax. (beat)
You know, we're taking a little
trip to the mountains next week.
I've got a nice place up there,
lots of fishing and hunting, and
sometimes we raft. (beat) How'd
you like to come along?
CARL
Wouldn't you two rather be alone?
MR. HOOD
We're alone enough as it is. I'd
rather have someone to hunt and
fish with.
CARL
(pause)
Let me see how I'm feeling.
MR. HOOD
Good idea. Who knows, Evelyn
might not be up for it. She's
taking the day off again.
Carl stares at him, thinking, as Mr. Hood changes the
channel.
