Episode open
scene open
the librarian is shutting down the
library. She shoes a few people out, shuts down the computer banks,
places the shelving cart next to the circulation desk, and chains the
front door. When she turns around from the door, and tristan is
there. The wound in his palm drips blood and ink down his hand, and
onto the carpet. (shoot this like a shoot-out in a western.) he
surges forward, places his hand on her forhead and speaks a word. We
do not hear this word, when he opens his mouth all audio is replaced
by a sound like ears ringing. The librarians face goes slack, and her
body loosens. She drops the keys.
The audio starts to fade in, the
ringing starts to fade out.
Tristan: so, i wasn't the only one to
read the fragment. I thought not. Pick those up, and come with me.
Familliar route to the rare books
section.
Tristan: the fragment was only the clue
and the key, mournstien left his true work in there, years ago. He
made considerable progress translating the al azif. I'm still not
sure where he got such an old copy, but it will be useful. Now,
please, if you would.
The librarian opens the lock, and
tristan enters.
Fade out as he walks in.
Scene close
Scene open
One week later
Johnson is typing at the keyboard, her
tension is obvious. Prof. Derlith approaches from behind her. Johnson
continues typing throughout the conversation.
Derlith: Are you working on the
dissaperances?
Johnson: yeah, i just need another
interview to round out the article. Something to illustrate that it
isn't all just dropping out. You think you can help me out?
Derlith: Just who are you needing to
talk to?
Johnson: I was wanting to talk to the
adviser of the guy who stole the book right before he dissapeared.
Derlith: any idea who it is?
Johnson: yeah, his boyfriend told me
that it is a DR. Chioldi
Derlith: keep your afternoon open, and
i'll see what i can do.
Johnson: thanks, you're a lifesaver.
Derlith walks off, Johnson continues
typing for a bit, then packs her papers, gets up, and leaves.
End scene
Open scene
CA: closeup of a door as johnson knocks
knocks on it. The door opens and we see inside for a moment before
switching to dialogue angles.
Johnson: Dr. Chioldi?
Chioldi: yes, miss?
Johnson: if you have the time to talk,
i believe that my editor set up an interview between us.
Chioldi: yes, come in. I was in the
middle of grading papers.
They sit down, Chioldi nonchalantly
puts a tumbler with about half an inch of whiskey in a desk drawer
goes back to reading a paper.
Chioldi: nothing inspires more panic in
my students than the first comparative religion paper, and it shows.
Johnson: do you mind if i record this.
Chioldi sets the paper aside.
Chioldi: go ahead. what was it you were
wanting to talk to me about?
Johnson: i was wanting to talk to you
about the disapperance of one of your students.
Chioldi: Tristan Mathews, i presume?
Johnson: right in one.
Chioldi: what was it you were wanting
to know?
Johnson: I was wanting to know if you
had noticed anything out of the ordinary with him. As his advisor, i
am guessing that you would have been in a better position to notice
this than most.
Chioldi: yes, he was worrying over his
paper undully. Brilliant mind for religion and philosophy.
Johnson: what paper was this?
Chioldi: a paper on isolated cults that
he needed to make up for from last semester.
Johnson: and this is right before he
dissapeared?
Chioldi: yes
Johnson: and also before anyone noticed
that the book he was reading in the library turned up missing?
Chioldi: as far as i know, yes.
however, all i know about that are the roumors i have heard.
Johnson: that is about all anyone has
heard.
Chioldi: I imagine it has gotten even
more muddled since the librarian for the rare books section
dissapeared.
Johnson: I think that is about it.
Thank you for your time, sir.
Chioldi:i wish i knew something that
was actually helpful.
They shake hands (close up on this)
Johnson: i wouldn't call what you gave
us useless. Maybe i can put a warning out about this, and people can
start being more careful out there.
Chioldi: i have a favor i would like to
ask of you. (he pulls out a business card) i want you to call me if
you come across tristan. He is brilliant, but he always did seem to
be a bit unstable.
Johnson: alright, (johnson writes her
number down on a piece of paper, and tears off the scrap it is on) i
will if i can. call me if you come across any rumors, i need to know
as much as possible. My readers deserve to know this.
Johnson leaves, closing the door
quietly after herself. Chioldi takes the tumbler of whiskey out of
his desk, rolls it around in the glass momentarilly, and downs it
end scene
open scene
night time in the city.
cayce is walking down a street, posting
missing flyers, and asking people if they have seen him.
After a while of this a man (aaron)
approaches with one of the flyers in hand.
Aaron: hey, is there a reward?
Cayce examines the man for a moment.
Cayce: could be, if what you tells me
turns out to be legit.
Aaron: get ready to put your money
where your mouth is, becuse i am going to lead you to where your
little lost puppy is staying.
They walk off into the night.
End scene
open scene
tristan is sitting at his desk, with
various pages, and scrolls neatly orginized across the desk. tristan
is etching signs from the scrolls onto his arms. Initially in ink,
then scariffying with the scalpel.
Run through various camera angles,
closeups on the incisions, shots of blood dripping onto the floor,
tristan reacting to the accumulated pain, and eventually dropping the
scalpel. Quick cuts,
The librarian approaches tristan with a
blanket, a bowl of steaming water, and a rag. She places the blanket
across his shoulders, and cleans up his wounds.
Sequence of lingering shots as she
cleans up the blood on his arm, and rubs more ink into the wounds.
Close the scene on a close-up of tristan enjoying his pain.
End scene
end episode
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