Four Knives

INT. DARK ROOM – NIGHT

Open on a dimly lit concrete room. The only light present comes from a dirty, flickering, florescent light attached to the concrete ceiling.

Panning around the room we see the first wall is bare, the second has a thick metal door stuck in it and the third is also bare. The forth has a plain metal desk in front of it. Seated behind the desk is a man dressed in a shirt, tie and slacks, ALEXANDER WEST. His hands are tied together behind him and he is blind folded.

On the desk placed in a neat ordered row are four large, identical, knives.

Alexanders forehead visibly sweats as he shifts in the seat.

A fly buzzes around him, he flinches every time he hears it near his face.

The light flickers.

With a loud screech the metal door opens and in steps a man and a woman. Both walk into the room leaving the door open. They are dressed in pastel colours, the outfits of a young SUBURBAN MUM and DAD. Neither smile.

ALEXANDER
Hello? Hello? Is someone finally here. Look I don’t know what all this is about but I’m really not amused.

SUBURBAN MUM
Shut up Mr. West.

The suburban Dad walks around the Alexander and unties the blind fold. Alexander blinks as his eyes gets used to the light. Suburban Dad walks back around in front of him and stands side by side with suburban Mum.

Alexander looks at both of their faces with confusion.

ALEXANDER
What is this? Who are you?

The pair just stare at him.

ALEXANDER (CONT’D)
Well? Nice intimidation act but it’s not work-

Alexander spots the knives on the desk and stares at them in clear recognition and horror. He looks back to the suburban parents.

ALEXANDER (CONT’D)
No, no, no, no, no. Look I don’t know how my name got on the list but I’m not-

SUBURBAN MUM
I told you to shut up.

Alexanders mouth trembles as he cuts himself short.

SUBURBAN DAD
Chose a knife Mr. West.

ALEXANDER
No, please. I, I know about this, this game or whatever you call it, and yes I did nominate someone but I shouldn’t be on the list.

SUBURBAN DAD
Chose a knife Mr. West.

ALEXANDER
Was it Jason? Or Maria? It had to be one of them. It was really them that nominated Tom. I told them we shouldn’t do it. I told them we didn’t really understand the rules. I think you want to talk to one of them.

SUBURBAN DAD
Chose a knife Mr. West.

ALEXANDER
Please, I don’t want to, I don’t want to chose a knife.

Suburban Dad steps forward and leans on the desk.

SUBURBAN DAD
Chose a knife Mr. West.

Alexander looks up at the Suburban Dad, then over to the unsmiling Suburban Mum. He looks at the knives on the table, his eyes dart from one to another.

ALEXANDER
The, the third one.

Suburban Mum smiles at him for the first time since entering the room. Alexander smiles back faintly, looking relieved.

SUBURBAN MUM
Poor choice Mr. West.

Suburban Mum walks towards the door and closes it with a thud.

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