The White Angel Page #4

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She steps into the dark shed, illuminating it with the torch. She

stands it on end pointing it up...

She takes a hold of one of the levers, but it's hot. She takes of her

jacket to reveal her vest. She warps the jacket around the handle and

pulls hard, but nothing happens. She pulls again...Nothing

There is a movement behind - someone in the shadows...

CARTER wrestles with the lever, but still no joy...

Suddenly STECKLER appears by her side - reaching out for the lever - a

wrench in his hand...

CARTER is shocked to see him there - and even more so when he manages

to release the lever...

STECKLER:

We'd better get back inside!

The rain hurtles down as they scamper back to the house...

35 INT NIGHT KITCHEN - They enter - CARTER is drenched, her vest clinging

to her body. As soon as STECKLER appears, she covers herself and wipes

herself with a nearby towel

CARTER:

Thank you - I'd better get changed...

Awkwardly CARTER exits and goes upstairs.

STECKLER stands in the kitchen door way - motionless.

36 INT NIGHT GARAGE - STECKLER walks int the garage - There is a large

tools rack on the wall, with white symbols around each tool to show

where they live. He replaces the wrench in its home.

He is about to leave when he notices something on the back wall. He

kneels to examine it closer - a long, horizontal dent in the wall. He

looks round at the parked car, it's bumper corresponds with the dent -

he thinks then exits...

Slowly the camera tracks forward to the rack - the HAMMER is still

missing...

37 EXT DAY LONDON STREET - Slowly a hammer is slipped into a hnadbag with

a female hand. We are in a LONDON street - Wild, mad and chaotic. The

camera moves along in a dream like state (The Point of View of a

person).

We see newsagents with bars across the windows, a shop filled with

knives, blades and scissors, an Asian couple argue madly outside a

shop, a fat skinhead and his pitbull walk menacingly past as little

children run along laughing.

A butchers shop is filled with raw flesh...A group of women from some

weird religious faction wearing masks hurry past, a modern church - The

Seventh Denomination of Martyrs - with bright signs offers salvation, a

group of youths pass the camera - their eyes never leave the lens, this

is their turf.

The person crosses the road, taxi cabs screaming past - no-one cares

about anything. We see her feet, the same red stilettoes. She goes

under a bridge into a back alley.

She begins cruising - whores line the walls, tarted up for business.

But she ignores most of them - except one toward the end, wearing white

and glowing out with apparent innocence...

The camera moves closer - The WHORE turns round, in her thirties, a

seasoned professional with years of work etched into her face...

(CONTINUED)

37 CONTINUED:

OLD WHORE:

Oooh I say, I haven't had the pleasure

for a long time! Still, variety is the

spice of life...

38 EXT DAY DESERTED BUILDING - The WHORE leads the woman into a DESERTED

building - past a sign which reads FRIARS END...

39 INT DAY SQUAT ROOM - We are inside the rundown building, rubble and

decay surround us, water drips distantly and a small street cat sits

nearby, watching.

The WHORE sits at the far end of the room on a table. She smiles as she

opens her legs and opens her blouse. Her white bra and pants glow out

brightly...

The woman steps forward...

The cat watches patiently. Suddenly there is a crash, a struggle, a

gurgle and a strangled scream...And a horrible loud crack...

The cat washes it paws, purring...

40 INT DAY SQUAT ROOM - The body of the woman lies on the floor, her face

in a death grimace... Flash guns go off as we see she is not alone.

A bunch of plain clothes officers busy themselves about the crime scene

- and so does INSPECTOR TAYLOR...He is talking to a local...

LOCAL:

Well, I just saw these two women go in -

I thought I'd, you know - and I found

her like that...

An officer calls out from across the room

FORRESTER:

We've found something!

TAYLOR walks over to forrester who is crouched over a bloody hammer...

41 INT DAY FORENSIC LAB - There is an air of unprecedented hygiene about

the lab - Everything is white. TAYLOR, FORRESTER and a young female lab

technician, FOSTER are there. FOSTER slides a tray with the hammer in

it into the light.

(CONTINUED)

41 CONTINUED:

FOSTER:

Most of it was a mess of smears, but I

got one clean print here...

The hammer is coated in a fine film of dust, the handle smeared but one

clear fingerprint on the head...

TAYLOR:

How long before you can give me an idea?

They all move to a huge and complex computer with the finger print on

the screen - it flashes other prints and photos up in quick succession

-

FOSTER:

I started the check already, but without

more specific physical ID - I can't

narrow the field down - could be a month

- that's if she is on record

TAYLOR:

Or he...

The fingerprint freezes on screen and spins off to the top corner

42 INT DAY NEWS ROOM -

NEWS READER:

Once more, LONDON has been plunged into

terror as the WHITE ANGEL strikes again.

However, one fingerprint has been found,

and Police have issued a statement that

if the killer is on file, then they will

have a positive identification within

the month...

43 INT DAY SHOPPING ARCADE - A huge close up of a TV screen - we pull

focus to reveal CARTER sat in a cafe in the middle of a crowded

shopping mall (A tv shop is behind from where we saw the report). On

the table are two coffees, a notepad etc.

In front of her sits a huge man, thick rimmed glasses, gold rings and

chains and a huge very expensive jacket keeping him warm...

His eyes are fixed on the TV set to the side of CARTER. This is ALAN

SMITH, successful businessman with the most dubious of methods.

(CONTINUED)

43 CONTINUED:

SMITH:

(Broad cockney accent) It's diabolical

in'it, I mean it's not safe to walk the

streets no more is it...

Casually CARTER glances over at the TV set, a reporter is reporting

from outside the building where the murder took place.

CARTER:

Anyway, HACKSAW JOE?

SMITH:

Sorry - yeah, well you see, JOE used to

single out people he wanted to get rid

off - and he would weaken them over a

few weeks by giving them arsenic in

small doses - on biscuits, in their tea

and coffee - it has a kind of sweet

taste

CARTER listens intently as the miniature cassette recorder records all

the gruesome details.

SMITH:

He never give them enough to kill them

mind, just weaken them so that when he

struck, they didn't put up too much of a

fight - you see, JOE was only small -

couldn't take anyone bigger or stronger

on...well that's when he did his thing

with the hacksaw (Grimacing). It got

pretty nasty - you know.... a bit here,

a bit there - (Laughing) we used to call

him JIGSAW JOE - But the point is this,

even JOE had principles - not like this

scum who is roaming the streets now.

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