Cellar Dweller Page #3

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Bullshit.

Since when have you

been interested in my work?

(Whitney):
And you

know the rules.

Ho one is allowed to look

at anyone else's work

without an explicit invitation.

It's your work;

I'm sorry.

I don't know what

you're up to, Amanda,

but if I ever catch you

down here again, I will...

hang you up by

your eyelids and

wrench out your fingernails

one by one, you got it?

Yeah, I do.

I'm really scared.

(Whitney):
Amanda...

Haven't you caused me enough

trouble for one lifetime?

I really don't know

what you mean.

You know exactly

what I mean.

I still can't seem

to forget about

a certain fellowship that

was supposed to be mine.

Well, the committee seemed

to have thought otherwise.

Yeah, after a little monetary

persuasion from you.

Whitney, you've always

been such a sore loser.

Get out of here before

I really lose my temper.

Bye.

(wind howling)

(melancholy music)

(thunder crashing)

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

Whitney Taylor

is a plagiarist,

as this videotape so

clearly demonstrates.

She cloistered herself

in the cellar and

stole another artist's work.

(low growling)

Now I am certain that the

Throckmorton Institute

for the Arts has no place

(snarling)

for an untalented hack

like Miss Taylor.

It is with true-

(growling intensifies)

(Amanda screams)

(distorted laughter)

(Amanda):
Oh my God!

(Amanda):
Oh dear...

(Amanda gasping)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(loud growling)

Will somebody help me?!

(Amanda shrieks)

(bones crunching)

(grunting and chewing)

(Monster):
Who's next'?

(melancholy music)

(growling)

(frightening music)

(growling intensifies)

(Phillip):
Wake up.

It's a beautiful day

in the neighborhood.

Morning.

(Whitney groans)

Come on.

Time to go to school.

(Phillip chuckles)

You know, you really

disappoint me.

I've always heard grown

women sleep in the nude.

(Whitney scoffs)

At least that's the way

it is in my dreams.

What time is it?

If we hurry we can

still make breakfast.

(Whitney):
What do you think?

(Phillip):
Hmm.

I think I'd hate to get

on your had side.

(Mus. Briggs):
Amanda?

Amanda.

(knocking)

(ominous music)

Amand...

Well, so this pet care products

company wants to know

the formula of their newest

competitor's flea collar.

So they hired me to

dig out some info.

I find out that the competitor's

top-of-the-line model,

the Peppy Puppy Deluxe, is gonna

put the guy out of business.

I gotta get my hands

on the formula.

But the competitor,

he's shrewd.

He puts the formula in code.

It's no good to my man.

To make a long story short,

I end up tailing

a German Shepherd

halfway across the country.

(laughter)

Has anyone here

seen Amanda?

Well, not since last night.

- Maybe she went out.

- Get real.

We're hundreds of miles from

the nearest shopping mall.

Where's she gonna go?

She's been missing all morning

and I'm really worried.

I'm not.

In fact, I don't care if

I ever see her again.

Hey, kid,

did you ever hear

Amanda and

Whitney arguing?

Who hasn't?

They're at each

other's throats.

(Phillip imitates cat yowling)

Whitney really hates

that b*tch, doesn't she?

I'll say.

You should see this cartoon

she drew of her last night.

What about it?

- She drew Amanda.

- What?

Sorry, I can't tell you.

Why not?

Because it's Whitney's work,

and if she wants

you to see it...

she'll show it to you herself.

Huh.

I got a funny feeling

we're not gonna...

be graced by Amanda's

presence much longer.

(languid jazz music)

The tension between

the two girls was

thick enough to

cut with a knife.

But was Whitney Taylor...

capable... of murder?

(upbeat music)

(Lisa):
Death.

Death.

- What the hell...

- Shh!

Death is sad.

It's a death knell.

A lament to the

brevity of life.

It was interesting.

It was very moving, Lisa.

You must have put

a lot of work into that,

because it was

very hard on me.

(discordant music)

(ominous music)

(chuckling)

I've got you now, Whitney.

I've got you now.

(Amanda):
Whitney

Taylor is a plagiarist,

as this videotape

so clearly demonstrates.

She cloistered herself

in the cellar and

stole another artist's work.

Son of a b*tch.

She killed her

for revenge.

The motive was revenge.

It is with...

(law growling)

(screaming)

(snarling)

God.

(distorted laughter)

(frightening music)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(chewing)

(bones crunching)

(Monster):
Shop me if you can.

Damn her.

- What's wrong?

- Amanda, who else?

Who else?

(Phillip):
What are

you talking about?

(heavy breathing)

(wind howling)

(knocking)

(Whitney):
Amanda!

I just knew it!

What the hell

is she up to?

You tell me.

I don't know.

I don't know,

but I swear to God,

I swear to God

I'm gonna kill her.

Amanda stole my work

from the cellar,

but how did she get

a hold of my portfolio?

- I'm sure I don't know.

- Bullshit.

You gave it to her.

Now both of you

had it in for me

from the moment I got here.

Now what the hell is going

on and where is she?

I assure you I don't know

where Amanda is.

Well, maybe she's

playing a joke on you.

(knocking)

Come in.

Another interesting

development.

Michelsky's nowhere

in the house.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Unless he's suddenly developed

a passion for hide-and-seek.

Well, you see?

Norman is probably

working on an

elaborate scenario and he's

stuck on one of his scenes,

and he and Amanda

are testing it out.

Maybe.

If I find out that you're

trying to hurt me,

I'm going straight to

the board of directors,

and that, Mrs. Briggs,

is a promise.

You know, usually

when I'm angry

I can channel it

into my work.

So I've noticed.

I am so upset I feel

like I'm paralyzed.

Come on, let's hag the

work and get out of here.

Go for a walk

or something.

Oh, I can't do that, Phillip.

Come on, you're not getting

anything done here anyway.

I'll tell you my life story.

- Really?

- Uh-huh.

This I've got to hear.

- Your life story, huh?

- Absolutely.

Is it interesting?

It started back in the,

uh, early 1930's...

(Whitney laughs)

(upbeat music)

Have you seen

Norman or Amanda?

For the last time, no.

Well, I am worried about-

Oh, who are you kidding?

Whitney told me that

Amanda stole her things.

It's a cinch, the two of

you are in cahoots

plotting something

against Whitney.

- That's absurd.

- Oh, is it?

You just didn't expect

Whitney to find out.

My only concern-

(mockingly) Is for the

reputation of this colony!

Well, Mrs. Briggs,

you just might

have something to be

concerned about now.

(laughter and footsteps)

(Whitney):
Now, the

real challenge for me

is to come up with interesting

ways to kill people.

You're an authority

in that area, right?

Yeah, lots of field work.

Plus, I have some great

research material.

I see what you mean

by interesting.

(Whitney):
Huh?

You have really outdone

yourself this time.

What are you

talking about?

(Phillip):

Your latest masterpiece.

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