Apt Pupil Page #16
TODD:
What are you talking about?
EXT. BIKE PATH - DAY
Todd is standing with his bike on a dirt path. He is looking
out at something. The wind blows throw his hair. A distant
glimpse of some buildings off to the side tell us he is on a
hill.
DUSSANDER (V.O.)
You are going to spend the rest of this
quarter, all of your vacation and the first
three weeks of January studying. During your
free period you will study. During lunch,
you will study. And after school and on
weekends you will come here and do the same.
EXT. BIKE PATH - TUNNEL - DAY
Todd pedals his bike furiously toward the camera. He approaches
a tunnel lined with corrugated metal below an overpass.
TODD (V.O.)
Not here, at home.
DUSSANDER (V.O.)
No. At home you will dawdle, you will talk
on the telephone, watch TV. Here, I can make
sure that nothing distracts you from your
studies.
Todd emerges from the tunnel.
DUSSANDER'S DREAM #3: EXT. PRISON YARD - NIGHT
Spotlights, like those from a guard tower, criss cross over a
small compound surrounded by an electrified fence. Inside the
pen, wolf-like dogs snarl and gnash their teeth. The spotlight
catches the source of their aggravation...
Dussander, caught ghoulishly in the roving light, stands in
uniform outside the pen. He is laughing. In his hand is his
Luger. He fires through the fence, killing one of the dogs.
They go wild. He laughs harder. He shoots again, and then
again. It is like shooting fish in a barrel.
The light beam passes the pen to reveal that the dogs have
transformed into human prisoners. They maneuver helplessly to
avoid Dussander's bullets. But he fires faster, his laugh
growing more extreme. His movements in between shots becomes a
sort of dance. One prisoner flies against the fence in a pools
of sparks. As Dussander's waltz reaches it's climax, one
prisoner remains in the pen. He looks up. It is Todd. Angle
on Dussander's toothy grin. The gun comes up...
INT. DUSSANDER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - IMMEDIATELY AFTER
Dussander wakes up. A CLANKING SOUND echoes from the street.
Dussander looks like he could have been having a wonderful sex
dream, but he turns his head toward the direction of the street.
He clicks on the light. Dressed in the SS uniform, he gets up
and moves toward the window.
Through the window, bathed in the glow of a street lamp, a
derelict, who we will come to know as ARCHIE, rummages through
Dussander's trashcans. Under his arm are a few of the empty
bourbon bottles.
INT. BECKY'S TOYOTA - NIGHT
The car pulls into the driveway of Todd's house. Becky is
smoking a joint and blowing the smoke out the window. They both
look a little tipsy, as if they have been to a party. She holds
the joint up to Todd. He contemplates, then takes it. Todd's
first toke of marijuana isn't very small. Becky looks on,
surprised. She reaches out for the joint and Todd waves her
off. He pulls again, this time ingesting a huge hit. He holds
it, then exhales. He gives the roach back to Becky.
TODD:
Their light is still on. I'll get out on
your side. Don't say anything.
Becky gets out. Todd slides over and does the same. She
crushes the joint out on the pavement and puts the rest in her
purse.
INT. DUSSANDER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Dussander watches Archie collect the cans and bottles. There is
something about Archie that makes Dussander wonder if he has
seen him before. Archie looks up, right into Dussander's
window, as if he were expecting him to be there. The two stare
at one another for a long moment. Suddenly Dussander is aware
that he is dressed in the SS uniform.
He quickly steps back from the window. His breathing is short
and erratic as he waits in the shadows for Archie to finish.
After a long moment, the noise from the street stops. We hear
only the faint steps of Archie walking away.
INT. TODD'S BEDROOM - BOWDEN HOUSE - NIGHT
Todd and Becky's lips are locked in a passionate kiss. In their
exuberance they fall onto the bed. As they try to undress and
kiss at the same time, Becky begins to moan. Todd brings his
fingers to his lips.
TODD:
Shhh.
Their clothes tumble off around them.
TODD (CONT'D)
Don't move.
He slides off her and opens the drawer by his bed. He pulls out
a condom. By now she is naked. Todd slips out of his underwear
and falls on top of her. The RADIO plays in the b.g. as Todd
begins to grind away with his hips. She moans softly with
delight.
The CAMERA MOVES off of them to reveal a man in a lab coat
setting up a volt meter. This is one of the scientists from
Todd's laboratory nightmare. The CAMERA continues TO PAN across
the bedroom, showing the other scientists preparing for the
electricity experiment. The CAMERA STOPS on Dussander,
clipboard in hand, observing everything carefully.
Todd releases with a final thrust. Becky is MOANING in a series
of high, fast yelps. Todd lies still on her body. Becky is
speechless, still quivering from the unusually intense love
making.
INT. DUSSANDER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
The bedroom is dark except for the glowing tip of a cigarette.
Dussander is in bed, wide awake...
INT. DUSSANDER'S KITCHEN - DAY
TITLE:
JANUARY 1985Todd sits alone at the table, eating while he studies.
Dussander crosses the frame behind him, drink in hand. Todd is
noticeably annoyed by Dussander's presence.
EXT. BIKE PATH - TUNNEL - DUSK
It is raining. Todd is riding fast. He wears a raincoat with
the hood up. He talks to himself loudly, but we can't make out
what he is saying. He enters the tunnel.
The muddy run-off inside the tunnel catches Todd by surprise.
He loses control of the bike and falls into the mud.
TODD:
F***.
Todd gets up and tries to free his bike, but the mud and water
do not make the job easy. He is almost finished when a gruff
voice catches his attention.
ARCHIE (O.S.)
Hey, kid, you having some trouble?
Todd looks up and sees a figure moving toward him in the shadows
of the tunnel. Todd quickly pulls out a pocket knife. He flicks
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