INT. CHAPEL. NIGHT.
SOUND EFFECT: Rainfall on the roof.
AHMET stands at the doors of the Deposit chapel. A few prisoners have been gathered here, seated in the center rows. Twice as many Damascan soldiers are around them. One soldier rapes a woman on the altar. His back arches and he cries out as he climaxes. He has only a few moments to enjoy before another soldier shoves him aside and takes his place.
DAMASCAN 1 attempts to walk past AHMET.
AHMET: Where is Hazred?
DAMASCAN 1 is a soldier in his teens. His face glistens with sweat. He looks like he is about to be sick.
DAMASCAN 1: Interrogating prisoners, Caliph.
AHMET: Does his method resemble this? I should give him a few minutes.
Damascans pull a male prisoner from the group, drag him into the aisle and hack him to death brutally. Remaining prisoners scream.
AHMET: How many survivors?
DAMASCAN 1: We have twelve prisoners, Caliph. Mostly women. All others were killed. Eleven now.
AHMET: Anyone important?
DAMASCAN 1: Hazred questions the captain now.
AHMET: Take me.
DAMASCAN 1 leads AHMET down the aisle through the packs of soldiers, past the violence. They exit through a door on the side into the hallways. Voices lead to a closed door.
Entering the room, we see HAZRED standing over VILLOFF who is seated and bound. VILLOFF has been severely beaten. AHMET dismisses DAMASCAN 1 with a wave.
AHMET: Have you gotten anything?
HAZRED: Nothing.
AHMET: (menacing) Where is your Barabas?
HAZRED does not wait long for an answer before he slugs VILLOFF in the jaw. VILLOFF breaks eye contact only a moment as his head is knocked away.
VILLOFF: I can do this all night you towelhead fucks!
HAZRED: He has a tongue!
AHMET: Is anyone wearing a towel, Hazred?
HAZRED: No one, Caliph.
AHMET: No one. No one is wearing a towel, you redneck baboon. Do you see me wearing a fucking towel? My lord, Hazred, beat his fucking face in!
HAZRED wails on VILLOFF, knocking the chair on its side after three punches.
CLOSEUP: VILLOFF. Little bristles of beard stick up through a swamp of blood. VILLOFF is laughing.
AHMET: He’s a tough guy. He’s going to let us beat him up for fucking days.
AHMET kicks VILLOFF in the ribs.
AHMET: We could beat this fucking guy for days on end, and he’d love every minute of it. Nothing but a dumb fucking redneck animal.
AHMET is laughing as he kicks VILLOFF twice more.
VILLOFF: Jesus will rise, and it’s the Barabas that is his chosen!
AHMET stops laughing and backs off. He is winded.
AHMET: Listen, dickhead. I’d like to just kill you now and get it over with, but I’ve got to know where is your Barabas?
VILLOFF: Fuck him.
AHMET begins choking VILLOFF. He screams his lines.
AHMET: Fuck him, fuck everyone. Fuck you! The followers of the Barabas are a scourge. You serve a great evil, and my father, Mehemet the Great, has been sent by God to wipe you from the face of the earth!
SALA enters.
AHMET releases VILLOFF.
SALA: Caliph, Lord Mehemet has summoned you.
AHMET does not take his eyes off VILLOFF.
VILLOFF smiles, chuckles a weak, crushed chuckle. Bubbles of blood pop on his lips.
VILLOFF: In Jesus name, Amen.
AHMET turns to SALA.
AHMET: Take me there.
HAZRED: Shall I continue the questioning?
AHMET: (shaking head) Put him in a hole, let him fester for a while.
AHMET and SALA exit to the hallway.
SALA: You should not be out of bed.
AHMET: I’m fine. Have we located the Barabas?
SALA: Not yet, and we can’t find the Preacher.
AHMET: There’s probably some basement tunnel down there. We had every inch of the wall covered, no one got out.
SALA: Your father is waiting in the yard.
AHMET falters as he walks.
SALA: You should still be in bed.
AHMET: The bullet barely touched me. I should have stayed in the battle. My father cannot see me as weak now.
SALA: Yes, Caliph.
AHMET: And you tell these men to find me the Barabas, do you hear?
SALA: Yes, Caliph.
AHMET: We were tasked by god to find him, and I will not fail.
They exit together.
ROLL CREDITS
BLYTHE
KAY
CHLOE ISIS
VALENTINE
MOLAY
LOGAN
Concluded tomorrow
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