The White Angel Page #15

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She picks up the package and tosses it back to STECKLER. The contents

spill out all over the floor.

CARTER storms out to the kitchen.

STECKLER slowly retrieves all his gifts, replacing them in the box - he

is deeply hurt.

120 INT NIGHT KITCHEN - CARTER is shaking - she quickly lights a cigarette

to calm her.

STECKLER walks out of the LIVING ROOM and collects his jacket from

behind the door....

(CONTINUED)

120 CONTINUED:

Suddenly hit by doubt and worry, CARTER turns to him as he exits...

CARTER:

Where are you going?

STECKLER:

Out - I may be some time

STECKLER leaves...

CARTER:

Wait LESLIE...I...I...

121 INT NIGHT CARTERS BEDROOM - CARTER is sat at her desk flipping through

notes. A huge pile is stacked by her, the word RESEARCH scribbled

across it - and a bottle of vodka to it's side.

She sits back, reading a photocopy of a newspaper article titled, "WHAT

EVER HAPPENED TO THE MODERN SERIAL KILLER".

She looks at the photos of modern mass murderers - sketches of others.

One in particular grabs her eye... The inscription below reads "The

French 'Hillside Slasher'

CARTERS eyes wander down the article...

CARTERS VOICE:

"...and what of those killers which

stopped? there have been many documented

serial killers who merely ended their

reign of terror - Jack The Ripper being

one of the most sensational. Others the

French Hillside Slasher - took nineteen

lives then mysteriously stopped. What

happened to him - did he die, was he

arrested and jailed for other charges,

did he leave the country - or was his

carnal need fulfilled - his anger

discharged? Only he will ever know..."

CARTER looks up from her article thinking.

122 INT NIGHT HALLWAY - The front door slams and STECKLER briskly walks

into the kitchen, pausing only to hang his jacket up.

CARTER walks down the stairs.

123 INT KITCHEN NIGHT - STECKLER is washing his hands in the kitchen sink

when CARTER enters from behind. She leans up against the door frame -

pausing for the right moment to speak.

STECKLER:

We've got nothing to talk about

CARTER:

LESLIE I'm sorry - I - I didn't know

what to think

STECKLER turns round

STECKLER:

I thought we had a relationship built on

trust - and you just slap me in the

face...

CARTER:

(Long pause) I am sorry...

There is a long pause as STECKLER shuffles his feet, looking at the

floor like a little lost boy.

CARTER:

LESLIE? (He looks up) Is that good

enough?

STECKLER:

Yes - I suppose so...

The tension breaks

CARTER:

It's late and I've had too much to

drink. I can't think straight now -

we'll talk about it in the morning...

CARTER turns and walks out...

STECKLER:

ELLEN...

CARTER turns back

STECKLER:

I have stopped - you must believe me

A smile breaks out on CARTERS face

(CONTINUED)

123 CONTINUED:

CARTER:

Yes - I believe I do...

She turns and walks back out ... STECKLER watches - his face shows long

furrowed lines of familiar stress...

124 INT NIGHT HALLWAY - CARTER walks into the hallway and is about to walk

upstairs when she spots STECKLERS jacket crumpled on the floor - it

must have fallen from the hook.

She leans over to pick it up - but as she does so, she notices

something on the floor underneath.

She leans over and picks up a pair of biker glasses, cracked...They are

MIK's glasses!

CARTER RUMMAGES in STECKLERS pocket and withdraws a handkerchief -

covered in blood.

CARTERS eyes widen in horror - she was so close to believing it all -

and she would have probably been persuaded to wear the dress... And

what would have happened to her?

STECKLER shuffles about in the kitchen before walking into the LIVING

ROOM - the TV turns on.

She places the coat back on the hook - a panic running through her.

What can she do?

She regains her composure.

Slowly she moves over to the telephone and gently picks up the

receiver. She keeps her eye on the LIVING ROOM door at all times - not

daring to breathe.

She flips open her address book and looks up the name DEKLAN. Sure

enough it is there with MIK's Fella scrawled after it.

She dials the number and waits for it to ring, and ring, and ring - but

no-one answers.

CARTER holds the phone to her chest - she was nearly so very wrong...

125 INT NIGHT CARTERS BEDROOM - CARTER lies asleep in her bed - the

moonlight picking out the curves of her body. She is sweaty and looks

like she has been very restless...

(CONTINUED)

125 CONTINUED:

There is a quiet picking at the door before it silently swings open.

STECKLER is stood there in his vest and trousers. He steps into the

moonlight, his eyes black...

He leans close to CARTER, caressing her body - an inch above her skin.

He knows he cannot touch her though.

As silently as he had entered, he leaves.

As the door clicks shut, CARTERS eyes flicker open - there is a loud

click from near her head as we see her gun which she grips firmly under

her pillow.

She sits up, looking round. She clambers out of the bed and slips on

her jeans and a jumper. She jams her gun into her belt, grabs a jacket

and opens the window.

Slowly she climbs out, slipping and sliding, but just managing to hold

on. She clambers down the drain pipe and is on ground level in a flash.

126 EXT NIGHT TOWER BLOCK - The night is cold - the streets deserted.

CARTER appears outside a huge block of flats - an urban monstrosity.

She checks a piece of paper and looks upwards at them.

127 EXT NIGHT CORRIDOR - CARTER walks along an external corridor, looking

for flat number 80... She finds it.

On the door the sign "MIK and DEKLAN" is written in colorful lettering.

CARTER knocks on the door, but as expected there is no answer.

She takes a torch from her back pocket and shines it in through the

letter box, trying to see in. She looks through a small window at the

side of the door. She can't see much, just a table overturned. But it's

enough...

She looks round and finds a brick. She heaves it and crashes it through

the window. She leans her arm in and unlatches the door from the

inside.

128 INT NIGHT MIK and DEKLAN'S FLAT - CARTER shuts the door behind her and

switches on the lights. She walks past a photo of HERSELF and MIK taken

last year - the TV still buzzes silently.

As she had seen, a table is overturned...And a chair.

(CONTINUED)

128 CONTINUED:

She moves further into the room - suddenly she sees it, her hand

involuntarily clasping her mouth.

A large pool of blood stains the light carpet - an electric knife lying

at its side, dried blood dulls it's blade.

129 EXT NIGHT GARDEN - STECKLER is stood in the garden, a fire raging

before him. At his feet is a box filled with press clippings, articles,

paper...And video tapes, computer disks.

He picks up the fist lot - a computer disk titled, 'Introduction'...He

tosses it on the fire. He takes the pages of ELLEN'S book, looks at

them before sending them on their way.

He watches the flames as he pulls the tape from video cassettes -

eventually sending them to the conflagration...

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