Monday, October 30, 2017

Two Winters Past



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

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