The White Angel Page #8

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He leaves the room.

MIK gives CARTER a scrumpled, tipsy look

MIK:

I think I misjudged him - he's really

quite cute

CARTER is not smiling at all - MIK sees this... MIK gets up and wanders

over to the other side of the room - she selects a tape and inserts it

into the cassette deck and presses play. She removes her jacket to

reveal a tight white vest.

MIK:

(Wiping brow) You ought to get the

heating seen to - it's so hot

Heavy thudding dance music pumps from the speakers. MIK begins to dance

on her own - she is very very sexy as she swings her hips...

CARTER is exasperated - on top of everything, she has a headache. The

last thing she needs is a drunk girlie flirting with a psychopath.

CARTER stands up and turns the music down...

MIK:

What's wrong with you?

CARTER:

(Awkwardly & quiet) I would prefer it if

you kept away from LESLIE

MIK:

What?

CARTER:

You heard me - keep away from him

(CONTINUED)

67 CONTINUED (2):

MIK laughs at the ridiculousness of the statement

MIK:

You don't own him you know - you can't

tell me not to see him!

CARTER:

(Calmly) Yes I can...

MIK's attitude changes - this is no longer a funny situation - ELLEN is

serious -

MIK:

Huh - f*** you - who trampled on your

grave

MIK turns the music back up - and continues dancing. CARTER looks over

to the kitchen - expecting STECKLER to be watching this display - but

he's not.

She looks harder... Then she sees the reflection of his face in a

mirror in shadows. He is watching, and has been watching MIK from the

safety of a mirror. He doesn't move. Just watches...

CARTER turns - she must speak now whilst she has the strength. She

turns the tape off.

CARTER:

I'm giving you notice, I want you out.

MIK stops dead in her tracks, slowly turning.

CARTER:

I want you out now

MIK:

Leave!? Who the hell do you think you

are?

CARTER:

(Calmly) I'm your landlady

MIK is stopped dead in the middle of ARGUMENT.

MIK:

Just because I have dinner with LESLIE -

I mean? What are you two f***ing or

something? Cause, if you are, I didn't

know!

(CONTINUED)

67 CONTINUED (3):

STECKLER appears at the door of the kitchen. MIK is bubbling with

anger, but she restrains it, tears forming in her eyes.

MIK:

Oh I understand (Stepping forward)

She turns and exits, running upstairs. CARTER looks at STECKLER who

returns a silent stare. The sound of MIK thundering back down the

stairs can be heard and she enters with her jacket and a small bag. Her

eyes are red - she looks like she is about to burst into tears.

She walks up to CARTER, offering her a wad of notes.

MIK:

It's the rent I'm due - take it then we

are equal

Reluctantly, CARTER takes the notes...MIK is very distressed, fighting

hard to keep her voice from wavering. She keeps her head bowed.

MIK:

I'll be at DEKLAN'S, and I'll come over

to collect my stuff in the next few

days... Don't mind my stuff if some guy

you fancy turns up - just leave it in

the garden - I thought you were a nice

girl ELLEN - Looks like I was wrong

She turns and walks out, pausing at the door to look at CARTER. CARTER

can say or do nothing. STECKLER watches silently - he knows his place.

He continues to wash the dirty dishes. MIK leaves...

DISSOLVE TO -

68 INT NIGHT CARTER's ROOM - A huge plank wedges the door shut - on the

table is an ashtray with a cigarette burning peacefully - a box of

shells lies open... CARTER sits silently listening through headphones

to her miniature tape recorder, the interview with ALAN SMITH

She checks out her gun - she's never handled one before and the action

is stiff - she learns how to load the clip, how to rack the gun...She

feels the weight in her palm before gently squeezing the trigger -

CLICK!

CARTER turns her attention to the bottle of ANT KILLER she had

bought...

(CONTINUED)

68 CONTINUED:

VOICE OF SMITH:

Oh yeah, anyway - when he got them

weakened with the arsenic, just

sprinkled it on their food for a few

days - like I said, just weakened them

enough for him to GET THEM WHERE HE

WANTED THEM WITHOUT ANY RESISTANCE...

CARTER takes a spoonful of the white powder from the ant poison and

sprinkles it into the sugar bowl. She mixes it in with the spoon before

tasting a little, just to check if it can be detected... She can't

taste anything.

She replaces the sugar bowl lid and looks up.

69 INT NIGHT HALLWAY - CARTER walks down the stairs, the sugar bowl in her

hand. She has no expression - just a resolute stare.

70 INT NIGHT KITCHEN - She enters the kitchen and boils the kettle -

making two cups of coffee. Slowly and methodically.

71 INT NIGHT LIVING ROOM - CARTER enters the room with two mugs of coffee

on a tray - and the sugar bowl.

STECKLER sits opposite, watching banal television. He looks up to her

as she passes him the coffee...

CARTER:

Sugar?

STECKLER:

Yes, one and a half please.

CARTER dunks the sugar in the coffee and swirls it round. She passes it

to STECKLER, watching him intently as he sips.

CARTER:

I will write your book...

STECKLER breaks into a broad smile - CARTER does not.

CARTER:

But I have one demand - you will not

kill whilst I write

(CONTINUED)

71 CONTINUED:

STECKLER stops grinning and thinks, then smiles once more.

STECKLER:

Fine - you will have to work fast - it

will probably be only a few months

before they identify my prints - and

then it is over - I will destroy all the

evidence in my safety deposit box - your

secret will die with me...(pleased) I'm

so glad ELLEN

CARTER doesn't look so cheerful...

72 INT NIGHT LIVING ROOM - The screen is filled with the white noise of a

video recorder image - it stabilises and shows STECKLER sat in front of

the camera - gaudy pixilated colours seep through - it appears VERY

documentary style...

VOICE OF CARTER:

Your name?

STECKLER:

LESLIE STECKLER:

VOICE OF CARTER:

What do you do?

STECKLER:

(EMBARRASSED) What do I do? What do you

do?

VOICE OF CARTER:

I write - If this is going to work, you

are going to have to get used to talking

to the camera - opening up to it...

STECKLER nods, lowering his head.

CARTER:

So what do you do?

STECKLER:

I'm a dentist

CARTER:

And how long have you been a dentist?

(CONTINUED)

72 CONTINUED:

STECKLER:

(Warming) Oh, about six years since I

graduated

CARTER:

(Abruptly) And how many people have you

killed?

STECKLER:

I don't know

CARTER:

You don't know?

STECKLER:

No - the police say I've killed fourteen

- but I've not - I've killed many more.

It amazes me how they just haven't found

the bodies. What is society coming to

when people just don't get missed. I

agree, some of them are well hidden - I

probably couldn't even show you where I

put them - one girl, number eight I

think the press called it - she wasn't

even mine - I don't know who did it but

I didn't

CARTER:

Where do you kill them...

STECKLER:

Oh anywhere - whenever I needed to - Do

you know how easy it is to take them?

You just pick up a hiker, or someone off

the streets - they believe so easily you

know, 'Look, I have something to show

you' I would say - and that would be it.

One girl, I think her name is Debbie -

she had broken down on the motorway, and

I offered to take her to a service

station to call for a tow truck - She

just got in and I drove away. When I

pulled into the layby and took out my

knife - she just froze, and said - what

do you want? - I said, You know what I

want. - But she didn't. Getting rid of

the bodies is just as easy - the first I

cut up, put in bags with bricks in, and

tossed them off Eldridge Bridge in broad

daylight. (Pause) The real problem with

my work is the blood - there is so much

of it - and it all spurts out so fast -

like a fountain. It made such a mess of

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