The Beast part 1. Script

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THE BEAST:
TV FILM script By C.J.Platt.…..
MARY WILSON:
DAVE JOYCE: (THE BEAST)
JOHN WILSON: (SON)
GERALD CLAYMORE: (COWARD)
STRANGER:
CYCLIST:
JENNIFER JAMESON: (FRIEND)
SETTING: LOCAL WOOD AT NIGHT.
Please be aware that this is part one of a four part script
Background:
Mary Wilson makes an error of judgment when walking home alone with troubling consequences.
SCENE 1:
MARY WILSON:
Why did I come this way? All I had to do was cut through the field at Johnson’s corner. Now look at me. Wet through and injured. Stupid me! I should have had more sense than take the long way round at this time of night. It was now ten thirty and dark. My ankle hurts so much after I went over on it. I can’t understand why that string was tied to the trees. It was as if someone was trying to trip me up. I can’t go back and I can’t go forward! I would make a phone call if I could find it. Stupid me! I’m getting so forgetful lately. I know someone will eventually come this way but whom? What if it is a bad person! The local paper said that there had been a series of break-ins recently. I’m getting paranoid! No self-respecting burglar would be in the wilds tonight; they would be casing houses.
John will know there is something wrong when he gets home, also he would be alerted when he tries to contact me by phone. All I have to do is wait, but for how long?
What was that! My God, it sounded like a wolf! Surely it is only a dog. OK, I have to get myself together.

BEAST: (Hiding behind a tree wearing a wolf mask)
Maaaary… Maaaary!
MARY:
My God! Who was that?
BEAST:
They call me the Beast.
MARY:
What in hell do you want, Dave?
BEAST:
It isn’t Dave. It’s the Beast.
MARY:
I know very well who it is and if you keep this stupid pretense up I will report you to the sheriff again. So stop annoying people.
BEAST:
I knew it was you who reported me. All I did was a small Halloween trick and you had to report me.
MARY:
Now listen hear, Dave. I am tired and hungry so either go away or help me get back home.
BEAST:
I will help you, Maaary. I will help you to die!
MARY:
Have you gone completely mad this time? Did the stay in the Institution not help you at all?
BEAST:
That’s another thing. You completely screwed me up suggesting that place simply because your father was the former administrator. You bitch!

MARY:
Now listen hear, David Joyce. If you think you can intimidate me you have picked the wrong person.
BEAST:
I’m going to cut you into little bits. How do you like that?
MARY:
You’re going to do nothing of the kind. I’ll tell you what you are going to do. You are going to take that stupid mask off and go for help. I can see you behind that tree. You little shit!
BEAST:
That does it. I’m going to enjoy making you suffer Maaary.
MARY:
If you try to come near me, I will break your arm. You know I’ve been doing Karate.
BEAST:
I didn’t know that. What grade are you?
MARY:
I’m a Red-belt.
BEAST:
That’s nothing to brag about.
MARY:
Oh really! What would you know, you’re only 150 pounds wet through!
BEAST:
I have a hunters knife here Maaary. It can cut tin sheet!
MARY:
Yes, I heard you nearly cut your index finger off the other week, you stupid freak.
BEAST:
That was an accident!
MARY: (See’s a cyclist coming)
Thank God you came along. Can you help me? There is a man over there with a mask on.
CYCLIST: (Looking around nervously)
What? Are you sure?
MARY:
Yes, he ran into that thicket over there. Can you help me get back to town?
CYCLIST: (Starting to panic)
Err, I don’t know. Maybe it would be better if I went for help?
MARY:
No, don’t leave me! He says he will kill me!
CYCLIST: (No reply and peddling away very fast)
MARY:
You bloody bastard! May God have mercy on you?
BEAST:
May God have mercy on you Maaary.
MARY:
If you call me Maaary once more, I’ll shove that knife up your backside!
BEAST:
Why don’t you admit it, you’re scared shitless. I know you don’t have your phone. Why don’t you ask me how? Maaary.
MARY:
You little creep. Did you steal my phone?
BEAST:
Yes, I broke in your house last night. I also had a shit in your wardrobe! Ha, Ha.
MARY:
You complete bastard!
BEAST:
I’m going to cut off you’re nipples first Maaary.
MARY: (Notices a man approaching on foot)
Thank God you came along, Gerald. Will you help me please?
GERALD CLAYMORE: (COWARD)
What’s wrong, Mary?
MARY:
Dave Joyce is over there with a wolf mask on. He says he will kill me!
GERALD:
What? I thought he was in the mad-house.
Beast:
Now I’m going to have to kill you both! Oh shit, bloody-hell!
MARY:
What’s wrong?
BEAST:
I just cut myself.
MARY:
You bloody idiot!
GERALD:
I just shit myself.
MARY:
God help us.
To be continued…..

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