The White Angel Page #19

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VOICE OF STECKLER

ELLEN - Why are you trying to hurt me!

Why? Have you gone mad?

CARTER:

(Screaming) Shut up you sick f***!

She steps forward, becoming the hunter...

(CONTINUED)

157 CONTINUED:

STECKLER:

I don't want either of us to come to any

harm - please...

CARTER:

You killed my friend!

CARTER suddenly sees STECKLER in the shadows - aims and fires a full

clip at him...

The mirror shatters - CARTER realises she was shooting at a reflection.

She ejects the clip and nervously inserts the next...

Her body is trembling with fear.

STECKLER:

Please ELLEN - put the gun down...

She walks down the hallway - each step feeling like a million miles.

158 INT NIGHT KITCHEN - We see a hand grip around a pair of scissors...

STECKLER doesn't look too good - blood and sweat streaked. He opens a

cupboard and RUMMAGES around. He finds what he needs, some pain

killers. He unscrews the jar, cracking open several tablets and pouring

the powder onto his hand.

He rubs it into his shoulder wound - he SCREAMS OUT IN MORTAL AGONY -

159 INT NIGHT HALLWAY - CARTER spins round, pointing the gun. She is

suddenly completely afraid - her breathing is laboured, if she doesn't

calm down, she's going to give herself away...

She waits... SIlence...

Suddenly, STECKLER hurls himself from the darkness at CARTER - her gun

is knocked from her hand and spins off behind her...

STECKLER lands heavily on her - his eyes wild. They tumble BACKWARDS,

brawling on the floor. CARTER screams out in pain as her leg doubles

over, a loud cracking sound can be heard.

Her hands grapple in the darkness and she finds a door stop.

She grabs it, swinging it hard and hitting STECKLER on the head.

STECKLER slumps backward, dazed but alive...

(CONTINUED)

159 CONTINUED:

CARTER drags herself back to the shadows where the gun fell.

She searches for it - discovering it under a small telephone stool.

She snatches it, cocking it.

STECKLER looks up and sees CARTER with the gun. With incredible agility

and silence, he leaps for the doorway and is back in the shadows before

CARTER can aim.

CARTER points the gun out - her back to the wall. For the moment she is

relatively safe...But only for the moment.

She bends her leg back, fighting to contain the pain.

She grapples with the gun once more - it is jammed. She ejects the

unspent bullet to the floor. Her clip is now empty. She ejects it and

discovers the reason for the jam - the clips spring hangs out

loosely... she has no bullets left!

160 INT NIGHT LIVING ROOM - CARTER crawls into the LIVING ROOM, to the

cabinet on top of which she hid the last clip.

She tries to climb up to reach it, but she cannot.

She looks round - the settee - she plunges her arm down and retrieves

the knife. She sits back to take a breath - at all times looking round.

She looks into the kitchen and spots the empty clip she used earlier.

She looks round at the telephone stool - and spots the unused bullet

she ejected.

She has an idea, 1+1=2...She slides the knife into her pocket like a

sheath

161 INT NIGHT CARTERS ROOM - We see the white of CARTERS dress which

STECKLER had bought for her - a droplet of blood falls onto it. We pull

wider to reveal stockings, stilettoes and a hat...All neatly arranged

on the bed in the form of a woman lying down.

STECKLER stands above it - blood dripping down his arm which grasps a

pair of scissors...

162 INT NIGHT HALLWAY - CARTER fumbles for the bullet on the floor. She

grasps it and instantly begins to crawl to the kitchen - to the bullet

clip and her only hope.

163 INT NIGHT CARTER ROOM - STECKLER is stood over the bed. Slowly he looks

over his shoulder...

164 INT NIGHT KITCHEN - CARTER has made it to the kitchen. She rests up

against the cabinet and fumbles with the clip.

there is a movement in front of her - way down the hall. She sees

STECKLER - the glint of scissors in his hand. His grip tightens as he

begins to walk toward her...

She fumbles with the bullet, getting it into the clip... But it wont

go... She begins to climb to her feet..

STECKLER begins to walk faster...

The bullet slips in and CARTER rams the clip into the gun, standing

erect with the aid of the cabinet behind...

STECKLER is getting closer and moving faster - his eyes wild

CARTER racks the gun, but it jams - she looks up in horror - STECKLER

is almost upon her... She racks harder...Tears of frustration and

terror in her eyes.

CARTER:

(To gun) COME ON!!!

The gun goes off, hitting CARTER in her leg. A huge gout of blood

spatters to the floor...She screams in pain - STECKLER in anger!!!

And it is too late - STECKLER is upon her...

HE crashes into her, grabbing her by the lapels and she drops the gun.

He looks at her sympathetically before kissing her. CARTER offers no

resistance - she is a beaten woman.

STECKLER:

I loved you ELLEN - why did you do this?

CARTER:

It's what you would do to me

CARTER remembers the knife in her pocket. Her fingers slide around the

handle and she pulls it out. She stabs STECKLER in the back, but it

doesn't go in very far. STECKLER winces in pain - then smiles...

STECKLER:

(Smiling) Pain is an illusion...

(CONTINUED)

164 CONTINUED:

STECKLER steps back, bringing up the scissors. CARTER sees her moment,

his feet tangled in the rug below.

She raises her arm - STECKLER confused. She caresses his face gently

before giving him a slight push backwards. STECKLER tries to balance

himself, but his feet won't let him...

He begins to topple backwards, his arms flailing out for something to

grab onto - but there is nothing. With gathering speed, he falls back -

arcing like a huge statue...

The knife still in his back impacts with the floor and is driven right

though his body.

STECKLER'S body twitches life ebbs away.

CARTER slumps to the floor - her vision blurring. She passes out.

165 INT NIGHT HOSPITAL - CARTERs eyes flicker open. Her face has been

cleaned as she rests on white hospital pillows and sheets. She looks up

seeing the round examination light above - her focus clears and she

frowns.

She realises that she is in no hospital - she is strapped into her own

living room chair which has been dragged into the kitchen. Her wound

has been dressed and cleaned - but her waist, ankles and wrists are

bound. And she is wearing the white dress, blood smeared and dirty

now...

The door swings open and STECKLER shuffles in - the image of death and

evil incarnate. His face is pale, smeared with bizarre make-up,

eyeshadow, blusher and mascara - an image of pathetic misguided

sexuality. He is drained of blood, his shirt red and clammy.

He carries a bizarre canister and some silver tools which CARTER seems

to recognise. She realises that they are the dentistry tools STECKLER

had in his room...

CARTER writhes - but she is firmly strapped.

STECKLER shuffles over, his head moving loosely on his shoulders.

CARTER manages to get a finger free on her right hand...She gently

works on a second...

STECKLER smiles to her, his voice is deep and gurgling as his lungs

have begun to fill with blood.

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