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Date Posted: 18:20:20 08/02/02 Fri
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DAVID WESTER CHILD MOLESTOR
's message, "Re: The script continues" on 06:17:05 07/25/02 Thu
>
>As much as I'd like to hear what Greg has to say to
>these cops, it might be funnier if we
>
>SHOCK CUT TO:
>
>EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY
>
>The police car holding greg pulls up to the police
>station.
>
>Greg is now fully restrained and gagged again. He is
>vomiting in defense, but the gag is much stronger tape
>this time.
>
>He is pushed roughly inside the police station.
>
>The hair of the policemen is now completely white.
>
>The crotches of their pants are damp.
>
>INT. CAR - DAY
>
>Jesus drives a car and Paul sits next to him, ending a
>cell phone conversation. Paul hangs up his phone and
>puts it away, beaming.
>
>PAUL
>I just got a hot motherfucking tip.
>
>JESUS
>Oh yeah?
>
>PAUL
>One of them's in jail.
>
>JESUS
>Oh man. We should leave him there.
>
>PAUL
>Look, I've got everything planned out this time.
>We're bringing in the big guy now. He's going to
>handle Greg, all we have to do is follow the Big Guy's
>car back to the HQ once we know he has Greg. You
>know, just in case.
>
>JESUS
>At least it's not Tim. I-
>
>Jesus breaks down crying.
>
>JESUS
>I hate him.
>
>PAUL
>There there son. This will all be over soon.
>
>Jesus looks teary eyed as he drives.
***A Special Surpirse***
Int. Bedroom of a suburban house. Not just any nondescript suburban house - this house has a nice country-ish, homey feel about it. Soothing, homey-feeling music plays. At 7:00 a.m. An alarm goes off. Not a digital alarm - a nice homey-feeling old-fashioned one with some fucking bells. A man in his late fifties wakes up quickly, his wife stays asleep. we cut to a shot of two men in their early twenties driving down a suburban street in a beat up car. They are clean cut and oh so wholesome. We cut back to the man in his house. He's now in his kitchen. He's brewing some coffee. We see a close-up shots of the goodness of coffee. Could this be a coffee comercial? He puts a birthday candle into a muffin. We cut back to a shot of the two young men. They have pulled up in front of the house. The passenger is getting out, throwing his bookbag over his shoulder, and saying thank you, somewhat quietly. We cut back to the man in the kitchen. His back is to the kitchen door. His wife walks in, yawning. She sees the muffin and smells the coffee.
Wife
Oh honey...
Husband
Happy birthday.
We cut back to the young man. He is standing outside of the front door of the house. He pulls from his bookbag a large red bow. he puts it on like he's miss fucking america. We cut back to the husband and wife inside. They are sitting and drinking their coffee.
Wife
I wish Kevin were here.
Husband
Yeah
We cut to a shot of the young man about to ring the doorbell. We cut back inside. The doorbell rings. The wife looks up at the husband.
Wife
Who could that be?
Husband (with a knowing smirk)
We better go see
The wife is onto him. She starts to smile knowingly as well. They walk to the front door. She swings it open happily as she says:
Wife
Kevin!
Within a split second her joy turns to horror and the shot turns into slow-motion.
Wife
OH MY GOD!
Husband
NO!!!!!
In charges a FUCKING YETTI! Before it gets too gory we cut back to a shot of the young man. he looks confused that nobody has answered the door. He rings the doorbell furiously. No answer. He looks at his watch. It's 8:30. He looks over to the driveway. There are two cars there. he then gets a key out from under the mat on the front porch. He enters. There is blood everywhere.
Young man
MOM! DAD! NO! NO! NO!
He starts to cry and falls to his knees. The camera pans over to the wall where blood spells the words "Yetti give Happy Birthday!" We cut to a shot of the yetti in the forrest. He's crying and pacing anxiously.
Int. Attorney's office. The attorney is none other than CHRIS TAYLOR, but his hair is dyed black and he is cleaned up. His new name is Mick Baylor. Chris Paces the room as if in a constant intellectual pursuit to find new solutions to the problems facing his client. His client sits in a fancy-ass leather chair.
Client
I can't do it. I just can't. There's has to be some other way.
Mick
Lithten, I rethpect your commitment to protecting the identity of your thourtheth, but if you do not give the judge thith perthon, you are going to go to hoothegow. Thethe Yetti attackth are too high-profile. I can't thee any way around it.
Client
Shit.
A moment of silence as chris paces. He looks up excitedly for a second as if he has an idea. His face falls.
Mick
Oh thit. That won't work.
Client
What if I just make up a name and give it to the judge?
Mick
Judgeth aren't thtupid.
Client
Ok, how about this? I have a diferent informer who I've used for a few articles in the past. What if I give the name of that guy?
Mick
That's maketh no thenthe. Why would you protect the identity of one of your informerth and not the other one?
Client
Ok, the thing is, I could give a shit about my informer. It's just that if my reporter friends knew the identity of my informer they wuold laugh at me.
Mick
What are you talking about?
Client
My informer's a big nerd. Very freaky. The newspaper industry is very clique-ish.
Mick
Hold on a thecond, Thith is a popularity ithue? Not a moral one?
Client
You don't know what it'th like.
Mick
Thith ith ridiculouth. I've been running mythelf ragged jutht because you don't want your thallow friendth to know you hang out with thome nerd?
Client
He's not just any nerd. Look at him.
He pulls out a picture and hands it to Mick.
Mick (shocked by the photo)
Oh, I thee...
We see the picture. It's CHRIS TAYLOR with his full-on filth and real hair color. We cut to shot of a phone in an office ringing. The client picks it up. The screen splits. The client and Chris speak.
Client
Hello
Chris
Hi, my name ith Chrith. I think I have thome informathion you might find interethting.
Client
Oh yeah?
Chris
Yeah. I've been reading your work and I like your thtyle. I also think you have a pretty wife.
Client
How do you knwo my wife
Chris
Not important. Thith informathon, it'th about the yetti murderth.
Client
I'm listening.
Chris
Well, I don't feel right talking about it on the phone. I have two ticketth to the ball game tommorow. If you wanna go we could watch the game, maybe eat a hot dog, thome nachoth...
Client
uh-huh
Chris
Yeah. Maybe a beer, thome pickleth, we could do the wave when it cometh around to uth.
Client
I'm very busy.
Chris
I know. I picked up your dry-cleaning. I could give it to you when we go to the game.
Client
What the fu..
Cut to Chris and client at a baseball game.
Chris
Tho, there you have it, in a nutthell- that'th your yetti.
Client
How do you know all of this?
Chris
I'm a withard.
Chris stares off at something
Chris
I think I want to meet thothe guyth. I like their thtyle.
Cut to a shot of Greg and tim. They are at they same baseball game. Tim is shoving a hot dog in greg's mouth.
What happens next? You, David Wester Child Molester, must choose your own adventure!
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