It is well warned that the contents of this Script, even being only a Script Scene, is not for the feint hearted. This is a very graphic and root-sought story of what may come from the height of those corrupted minds of state. It is fast-paced, surgical and also brutal storytelling for the big or small screen.
You can read this Exclusive Free Scene, that will be Submitted to several Film Festivals, again, this year. With a little editing and extending of the original Script, the following Scene may look different, but it is only updated and recoursed to match the way it is meant to be be. Enjoy
FADE IN:
INT. SECURE ROOM – X’S FACILITY – NIGHT
The room hasn’t changed… but it feels different now. Smaller, colder, the camera watching. KEN YARMER stands, pacing slowly, EVELYN YARMER remains seated, tense, eyes tracking him.
KEN YARMER
(agitated, controlled anger)
This is a mistake.
(beat)
Don’t you understand who I am?
Silence.
KEN YARMER
(louder now)
I am the Prime Minister of this country.
A faint crackle through the speakers.
X (V.O.)
You took power under false pretenses. To simply undermine and destroy a culture.
(beat)
That is not the same thing. Here, however, you have no power or title worthy of your name. Here, you will be tested.
Ken stops pacing.
KEN YARMER
(scoffs, regaining composure)
It doesn’t matter.
(gesturing to himself)
I have a transmitter… embedded, our latest standard protocol.
(beat, confident again)
The Secret Service will already be tracking me.
A pause.
X (V.O.)
No, Mr Yarmer, they won’t be tracking you, or your wife.
The word lands heavier than expected.
X (V.O.)
This facility does not exist… or should I say as far as your world is concerned.
(beat)
Every signal… every frequency… every attempt to locate you…
(quiet, precise)
is being silenced by inverted distance. It is a technique we have used many times in the past.
Yarmer’s confidence flickers.
KEN YARMER
(low, defiant)
That’s not possible, you can’t invert distance… distance is set in consistent measure.
X (V.O.)
And yet… here you are. You and your wife taken from your home in the early evening. Your security none the wiser, the alarm not sent for almost two hours. They have even replaced you, until, of course, you are returned to them.
Silence. Evelyn looks to Ken now, fear beginning to show.
EVELYN YARMER
(quiet)
Ken…
He ignores her.
KEN YARMER
(voice rising, anger cracking through)
You think this is clever? This… this theater?
(steps toward camera)
You think you can just pull people out of their homes, off the street…
X (V.O.)
(interrupting, calm)
Not people just people, Mr Yarmer.
(beat)
Just you and your beautiful loyal wife, Evelyn. You see, Mr Yarmer, you have a journey that cannot be taken by anyone else but yourself. The four men you saw, they too, are on their own journey, until a day when they will become accountable for their actions and crimes. As you are both being judged, right now.
The lights shift dimmer as the monitor slides open across the wall.
ON SCREEN – FOOTAGE MONTAGE
News clips of public outrage
Protesters chanting his name in anger
Headlines: “Policy Collapse”, “Broken Promises”, “Death Toll Rises” “Country on it’s knees”
Grainy footage of private meetings… decisions made without oversight, while a blurred image of him with someone not his wife ends the montage. Ken freezes.
X (V.O.)
You were not taken at random like the Kings and Queens, the Ladies and Lords.
(beat)
You were heard over all the chaos in… everywhere.
The footage continues, louder now, as crowds shouting with accusations and anger.
X (V.O.)
Your voice carried so far that one day, you were noticed.
(beat)
Your decisions… echoed in great volume and tone. You called out for destruction… and now, you may finally get your wish. But, it will not be by your hand. Because everything that you have created behind you…
The screen flashes images of hospitals overwhelmed… empty supply lines… quiet streets…
X (V.O.)
Have many consequences…
(quiet… deliberate)
That were not yours to make.
Yarmer’s hands curl into fists. His composure fractures.
KEN YARMER
(angry, defensive)
That’s politics! That’s how it works! Decisions have costs…
X (V.O.)
Thousands.
Silence.
X (V.O.)
Across your country.
(beat)
Across lives you will never know.
Yarmer breathes harder now.
KEN YARMER
(low, shaking anger)
Spoken like someone who doesn’t understand the pressure…
X (V.O.)
No, Mr Yarmer.
(beat)
You didn’t understand the consequences.
That lands hard. Evelyn looks at him now, not just afraid… but questioning.
EVELYN YARMER
(quiet, shaken)
Ken…
He doesn’t look at her.
X (V.O.)
You stand at the beginning of Phase One, the first big step toward saving this country.
The red and green bulbs on the wall flicker faintly for the first time.
X (V.O.)
You see, Mr Yarmer, balance must be restored.
(beat)
A price… must be given freely by default. Or, one shall be taken by Rite.
Yarmer turns slowly toward the lights, fear now fully visible on his face.
KEN YARMER
(quiet… breaking slightly)
What… what does that mean?
X (V.O.)
It means, Mr Yarmer…
(beat)
you will answer all of the five questions. As outlined in the rules, which you have come to understand, I hope.
A long pause.
X (V.O.)
And for the first time in your life and career…
(quiet, final)
you will not control the outcome.
Ken’s breathing becomes uneven. His authority… gone.
KEN YARMER
(sudden defiance, shouting)
You think this breaks me? Saying all these ludicrous things, to what? Weaponise yourself, to scare two unarmed people, and in some way intimidate us.
(stepping forward)
You think I’m like the others, that have this fondness to beg for their lives…
X (V.O.)
(interrupting)
No, Mr Yarmer.
A beat.
X (V.O.)
You are far worse than all of those people.
Silence. Evelyn closes her eyes briefly. Ken stares at the camera… and suddenly… he is afraid.
X (V.O.)
Prepare yourself, Mr Yarmer.
The lights dim further as the monitor shuts off and only the faint pulse of the red and green bulbs remains.
FADE OUT.
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