A Door in an Alleyway

EXT. ALLEYWAY – NIGHT

A MAN dressed in a long trench coat looks over his shoulder before entering a dirty, dimly lit, alleyway. Rain is pouring, all the colour of the world seems to have drained away with the rain. Very noir.

The man quickly rushes to the end of the alleyway. Leaning haphazardly against the wall of the alleyway is a large, discarded, metal door. The man looks around the rest of the alleyway, confused, then back at the door. He grabs it, pulls it forward, and looks behind it. Yep, nothing there, not attached.

The man leans the door back against the wall then notices an emblem imprinted into the top right hand corner of the door. Its a circular design of three foxes chasing each other. He recognizes it.

The man raises his hand to the door and knocks very specifically. Short, pause, long, short, pause, long, pause, short, pause, short, long, short.

A section of the door slides open and two eyes squint out of it. They disappear to be replaced by a mouth.

DOOR MAN
Hey there guy. What can I do for you?

MAN
I want to come in!

DOOR MAN
Sure, sure, and I would love to let you in, truly, but first I just need to know your intent.

MAN
Know my intent! How about get out of the rain!

DOOR MAN
Heh, I hear that brother, it does look like a gloomy one out there. Where are you? Melbourne? But I’m afraid that’s not an acceptable answer, we need something a little more concrete than that.

MAN
Hey! I’m getting soaked out here. I had to take public transport to get to this fucking place-

DOOR MAN
Sir.

MAN
-and then still walk about six blocks since you people insist on me not giving the address to a taxi driver-

DOOR MAN
Sir.

MAN
-as though he’d give a shit! I knocked your damn knock, and now you want me to recite some crap? Just let me in!

DOOR MAN
Sir. Sir. I understand you’re angry, but this is an organization, yeah? I’m just doing my job, okay Sir? Now I do not appreciate that tone, or some of the more…colourful…language you chose to use. Please try to remember that you’ve come to us. You need to use our services.

Beat.

MAN
You- you’re right. I apologise. I’m, I’m just having a bad day, it’s part of the reason I need to see you guys.

DOOR MAN
I understand and you’re forgiven, just no more potty mouth okay? We’re a mystical guild, not a…rap concert.

MAN
Sure.
DOOR MAN
Great. Now. Would you like a sugar snap?

Through the small hole in the doorway the doorman offers a small plate of biscuits.

DOOR MAN (CONT’D)
I baked them myself.

MAN
Oh, thanks.

The man takes one.

DOOR MAN
You’re welcome. Now, how about we try again. Hello Sir, lovely to meet you, would you mind telling me your intent?

MAN
I wish to hire the trio of foxes to kill a past version of myself.

The door slowly opens. The man pulls his coat up then steps in.

The door starts to slowly close.

MAN (O.S.) (CONT’D)
You know, you’re not what I expected of an assassin’s guild.

DOOR MAN (O.S.)
We get that a lot.

The door shuts with a heavy thud.

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