The Devil Made Us Do It (Part III of IV)

This is the 3rd installment of my short screenplay. Comments and criticism are most welcome. I apologize for incorrect formatting in the transition from screenplay software to WordPress.

INT. NICK’S OFFICE – DAY
NICK, MAGGIE and JOHANNES are all in Nick’s office. Nick keeps peering out a crack between the curtains onto the street outside, Johannes tries to sneak a read from some of the files on Nick’s desk and Maggie paces the room.

NICK
They wear yellow bracelets, okay?

MAGGIE
Those ones sold by the Cancer Association to raise public awareness?

JOHANNES
Who wears them?

NICK
The hit men do.

JOHANNES
What hit men?

NICK
You yourself said the driver of the car tried to hit you. On purpose. And the only thing you remember is he wore a yellow bracelet

JOHANNES
That don’t make him a hit man. Maybe an accidental hit man, but…

NICK
It’s a sign, goddamnit!

MAGGIE
Oh, for fuck sakes. Who cares. If they wear the yellow bracelet, they get it.

NICK
Atta girl.

Nick smiles at Maggie before turning to Johannes.

NICK (CONT’D)
You just make sure you get that old geezer to come along. Let her take care of the rest.

EXT. SIDEWALK – DAY
JOHANNES struggles to keep up with MAGGIE on their way to the old age home. He hopes that talking will slow her down.

JOHANNES
Whaddya you mean he never told you why he needs the old man? And you didn’t think to ask?

MAGGIE
No, why should I give a fuck about some old fart. But now you mention it, tell me.

JOHANNES
No way. He says he’d kill me if…

Maggie grabs Johannes’s arm and stops him in his tracks. She gets in his face.

MAGGIE
I’ll fucking kill you. Tell me.

J

OHANNES
You never said the magic word.

Maggie goes nose to nose with him.

JOHANNES (CONT’D)
All right, cool it girl. Nick claims he’s the Devil, right? That he’s recruiting. Well, turns out Mr. Shikongo is some or other high and mighty angel. Nick says they been fighting for four thousand years.

MAGGIE
He said that?

JOHANNES
Yeah.

MAGGIE
And you believed him?

JOHANNES
Fuck no. Do I look like a fool?

MAGGIE
Then why you doing this? Why not just let Nick fetch the old man himself?

JOHANNES
I asked him the same thing. Know what he said?

MAGGIE
Uh-Uh.

JOHANNES
Said he been stealing the old man’s memory to do just that, but the guy’s tougher than he gave him credit for and could still recognize him at the wrong time and throw a tiff in public.

MAGGIE
And you believed that shit?

JOHANNES
Hell no. Mr. Shikongo just going senile.

The pair walk on.

MAGGIE
I think it’s obvious why I’m working with Nick. But you… you didn’t answer why you doing it.

JOHANNES
Same as you.

MAGGIE
Money?

JOHANNES
Yeah. Money. Look, we’ve arrived. Stay here. I’ll go inside and fetch him.

Maggie waits in the street as Johannes disappears into the old age home.
EXT. SIDEWALK – DAY
JOHANNES, MAGGIE and MR. SHIKONGO make their way along the sidewalk without speaking to one another. They look an unlikely, almost motley, crew. Maggie seems lost in thought and Johannes appears troubled, as if he is only now considering the possible gravity of taking Mr. Shikongo to see Nick. Johannes notices something and taps Maggie’s arm.

JOHANNES
Yellow bracelet.

MAGGIE
Huh?

JOHANNES
There. Yellow bracelet.

Johannes points at a MAN in a suit carrying a briefcase. He watches the trio closely, distrustfully, as they approach each other.
Maggie speeds up her walking so that she is ahead of both Mr. Shikongo and Johannes, then whispers to them out of the corner of her mouth.

MAGGIE
Be cool.

When the man is an arm’s length away from her, Maggie raises a flat hand swiftly and powerfully to his chin. His body crashes to the sidewalk. He is unconscious.

JOHANNES
(Shocked)
Fuck.

MR. SHIKONGO
Oh golly. Did you see… is he… what…

MAGGIE
Accident. Keep moving.

MR. SHIKONGO
But…

MAGGIE
Keep moving, old man.

Maggie takes his arm and yanks him forward. Johannes follows, looking back at the man’s limp body on the sidewalk.

MAGGIE (CONT’D)
Damn. Another one. Eleven o’ clock.

This time she does not wait. She jogs straight at a YOUNG MAN wearing the yellow bracelet, who stops walking when he realizes she is heading for him. He raises his hands as a sign of resignation.
Maggie head butts and kicks him to the ground. The young man rolls around screaming with one hand covering his bloody face and the other holding his crotch.

MR. SHIKONGO
(To Johannes)
Another accident?

Suddenly, a MOB forms and encircles Maggie. Johannes looks for yellow bracelets. It is impossible to tell how many there are. He loses sight of Maggie as the group converges on her.
A YOUNG LADY in a tee-shirt and jeans stumbles out of the mob and falls. Her face is bloody. The circle pulses. Another bloodied PERSON stumbles out the circle.
Primal screams and shouts of anger fill the air. More PEOPLE break from the circle to sit or lie down. They are all blood spattered. They are large and small, men and women, young and old.
When Johannes next sees Maggie she moves with grace and power, felling her attackers with deadly accuracy. She uses every part of her body to strike them with incredible speed, causing serious damage with each blow.
Mr. Shikongo watches the skirmish without expression. He remains rooted to the spot.
Maggie finally finishes off the last TWO ATTACKERS then approaches Johannes and Mr. Shikongo. She is soaked in blood.

MAGGIE
Okay, let’s go.

Mr. Shikongo and Johannes trail Maggie, staring wide-eyed at the carnage on the sidewalk all around them.

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3 thoughts on “The Devil Made Us Do It (Part III of IV)

  1. Kay Camden

    I get a sense of something brewing with the old man’s memory too. Only one more part to go? I hope we get some answers because this seems like just the beginning!

    Reply
  2. valbrussell

    Hell yeah! This is going to interesting places scribbla. 🙂 I like the mob/fight scene very much, especially because it is a woman! Maggie’s character has evolved and the use of dialog coupled with her surprise physical confrontations were execute well. I like Mr. Shikongo’s sly and dry humor and it feels like he is up to something, that he is more than what he appears to be, more aware. I took the remark about Nick’s memory stealing as a red herring for something to come out of the blue with the old guy. Okay, I’m hooked on this story, I admit it. I know you wrote it as a screen play but damn, this would be a hell of a graphic novel.

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