My Writing
Complied here are some examples of my previous literary works.
1. paw prints from heaven
Written for Chicken Soup for the Soul in 2019
My miracle began years ago when I stumbled upon a frail, black and white tuxedo kitten in front of my door. She was a tiny thing, gasping for air. We brought her home and nurtured with love and tender care. We named her Honey B and she became a part of my family. I loved her with all my being.
With a heavy heart, I said goodbye to her and my family when I left for the UK. The time flew by as I studied and lived abroad, and it was during this time when my parents made the decision to migrate to the Netherlands. It was an exciting time, plans and fantasies were drawn up and discussed. We were all so excited to start a new chapter of our lives in my father's homeland.
In the planning of all this, the matter of our cats was brought forward as they would need to be prepared to move with us. They would need to be prepared for the journey. Of the four, Honey B needed more attention as she had not yet been neutered (which was a requirement to bring animals into the country).
My parents took steps to prepare her; they went to a pet hospital for blood work and x-rays. The x-rays showed what we had suspected - that her organs were displaced from a previous traumatic injury and she would need corrective surgery before being neutered.
Tests showed she was as healthy as could be and that she was a strong cat. She was scheduled to go under the knife on May 13th 2016.
She had already been sent to the clinic when I had a Skype call with my parents. They were slightly worried about her however I was confident in Honey B's survival; the operation itself had a high survival rate, 85 per cent. And my cat was strong, the strongest I had ever known.
I was seated on my bed, just about to turn in for the night when I made a small prayer for her. I asked God that she survive the surgery. I wished for that with all my heart but there was a chance that she might not make it so I asked that if she had to go, that she left in her sleep, peacefully. She was in my thoughts all night.
The next morning I awoke to a phone full of missed calls. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach as my thoughts jumped to the worst conclusion. I called my parents immediately. The video showed them seated in their room, the lights off and my mum barely on screen. My heart started racing. 'Please,' I thought, 'please let me be wrong.'
My dad started talking. He said that the vet had called them after my chat, saying that the operation had gone well and that Honey B was in the oxygen therapy cage, that she was recovering and was drifting in and out of consciousness from the anaesthetic. The vet checked on her again later that night but she had slipped away. My Honey B had passed away.
I broke down in front of them but abruptly stopped myself because I didn't want to hurt my parents further. I tried my best to keep composed as he talked a little more and I quickly ended the conversation and logged off.
As soon as the call ended, I sobbed uncontrollably, my heart in ruins as I grieved for my cat. She was alive when I left her and now she was gone. Forever. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to her.
I spent the whole of May 14th in a constant state of tears; I didn't see or talk to anyone. I was wrapped up in my own pain of loss. The day just slipped away from me and I asked my parents to send me photos of Honey B when they could.
I remember crying and suddenly realising that God had actually answered all my prayers for her. Honey B did pass away but she survived the surgery. She made it only to depart after, peacefully, in her sleep.
I clasped my hands together and asked again. 'God, please, let me feel her one more time. Let me see my Honey B one more time.' I knew it was an impossible wish, but one I longed for with all my broken heart.
That night I was trying to sleep, tears staining my pillow when there was a sudden quietness in my room. I paused and abruptly I felt a small presence sit down beside my hip, behind my back. My heart swelled and I called out, "Honey? Is that you?" I looked behind me. It was only my room and a sliver of moonlight on the floor. I was all alone.
I turned back to face the wall, my chest tight when I felt little paw steps on my legs. I felt her walk over my lap to my shins, a constant light weight. The tears fell again as the grief came back harder and harsher.
I went to sleep that night, but I did not dream of her then. It was a week later when I saw her. She was as beautiful as I had seen her alive, running and jumping in a land so green. Then she came to me, leaping into my arms. I hugged her and I knew she was showing me that she was alright and no longer in pain. I woke up immediately after.
She was truly a miracle and I was blessed to have had my impossible wishes granted. Through her passing, my family and I became closer to each other and to God.
He has shown me that despite everything I had done, God still listened and had still fulfilled my prayers even when my faith had only recently grown stronger after years of being lost.
To this day, my belief has only grown stronger and the grief has lessened since her passing but my love for Honey B and God only grows.
With a heavy heart, I said goodbye to her and my family when I left for the UK. The time flew by as I studied and lived abroad, and it was during this time when my parents made the decision to migrate to the Netherlands. It was an exciting time, plans and fantasies were drawn up and discussed. We were all so excited to start a new chapter of our lives in my father's homeland.
In the planning of all this, the matter of our cats was brought forward as they would need to be prepared to move with us. They would need to be prepared for the journey. Of the four, Honey B needed more attention as she had not yet been neutered (which was a requirement to bring animals into the country).
My parents took steps to prepare her; they went to a pet hospital for blood work and x-rays. The x-rays showed what we had suspected - that her organs were displaced from a previous traumatic injury and she would need corrective surgery before being neutered.
Tests showed she was as healthy as could be and that she was a strong cat. She was scheduled to go under the knife on May 13th 2016.
She had already been sent to the clinic when I had a Skype call with my parents. They were slightly worried about her however I was confident in Honey B's survival; the operation itself had a high survival rate, 85 per cent. And my cat was strong, the strongest I had ever known.
I was seated on my bed, just about to turn in for the night when I made a small prayer for her. I asked God that she survive the surgery. I wished for that with all my heart but there was a chance that she might not make it so I asked that if she had to go, that she left in her sleep, peacefully. She was in my thoughts all night.
The next morning I awoke to a phone full of missed calls. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach as my thoughts jumped to the worst conclusion. I called my parents immediately. The video showed them seated in their room, the lights off and my mum barely on screen. My heart started racing. 'Please,' I thought, 'please let me be wrong.'
My dad started talking. He said that the vet had called them after my chat, saying that the operation had gone well and that Honey B was in the oxygen therapy cage, that she was recovering and was drifting in and out of consciousness from the anaesthetic. The vet checked on her again later that night but she had slipped away. My Honey B had passed away.
I broke down in front of them but abruptly stopped myself because I didn't want to hurt my parents further. I tried my best to keep composed as he talked a little more and I quickly ended the conversation and logged off.
As soon as the call ended, I sobbed uncontrollably, my heart in ruins as I grieved for my cat. She was alive when I left her and now she was gone. Forever. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to her.
I spent the whole of May 14th in a constant state of tears; I didn't see or talk to anyone. I was wrapped up in my own pain of loss. The day just slipped away from me and I asked my parents to send me photos of Honey B when they could.
I remember crying and suddenly realising that God had actually answered all my prayers for her. Honey B did pass away but she survived the surgery. She made it only to depart after, peacefully, in her sleep.
I clasped my hands together and asked again. 'God, please, let me feel her one more time. Let me see my Honey B one more time.' I knew it was an impossible wish, but one I longed for with all my broken heart.
That night I was trying to sleep, tears staining my pillow when there was a sudden quietness in my room. I paused and abruptly I felt a small presence sit down beside my hip, behind my back. My heart swelled and I called out, "Honey? Is that you?" I looked behind me. It was only my room and a sliver of moonlight on the floor. I was all alone.
I turned back to face the wall, my chest tight when I felt little paw steps on my legs. I felt her walk over my lap to my shins, a constant light weight. The tears fell again as the grief came back harder and harsher.
I went to sleep that night, but I did not dream of her then. It was a week later when I saw her. She was as beautiful as I had seen her alive, running and jumping in a land so green. Then she came to me, leaping into my arms. I hugged her and I knew she was showing me that she was alright and no longer in pain. I woke up immediately after.
She was truly a miracle and I was blessed to have had my impossible wishes granted. Through her passing, my family and I became closer to each other and to God.
He has shown me that despite everything I had done, God still listened and had still fulfilled my prayers even when my faith had only recently grown stronger after years of being lost.
To this day, my belief has only grown stronger and the grief has lessened since her passing but my love for Honey B and God only grows.
i, Script writings
These are two written works I had completed during my time as a student at Taylor's University, Malaysia.
I am a Starship Captain, with my lamps.
INT. STARSHIP, OUTER SPACE – DAY
CAPTAIN KIRBY KELLY, 27, 168cm, Human, brunette, is frowning as she stares at the screen. On the large screen is KALEVA LAHTI, 37, 145cm, Alien, is glaring back.
KIRBY
(Mildly frustrated)
We haven’t intruded into any of your territories, we are a science vessel and have no need to cause war between our species.
KALEVA
(Coldly)
We just claimed this space so it is ours.
There will be no argument.
Captain Kirby huffs in frustration before she grins. She moves her hands into an ‘I surrender’ state –
KIRBY
(Smirking)
I understand… But did you consider this?!
– before she claps her hands and immediately the lights switch off.
KALEVA
(Shocked)
W-what?!
Captain Kelly of the starship Phillips H-U-E.
It appears your lights are off.
Is there a problem with your ship?
There is a clap and the lights switch back on, a grinning Kirby is revealed, arms crossed.
KIRBY
(Pouts)
Are you insinuating that there are problems with my ship, Captain Kaleva?
This ship is the light of my life!
KALEVA
(confused)
I did not insinuate such a thing!
It was just that your lights suddenly faltered.
KIRBY
(mocks confusion)
The ship is fine.
As I said, it is the light of my life!
Captain Kirby claps again causing the lights to switch off. Kaleva appears frustrated as Captain Kirby claps and the lights flicker on and off.
KALEVA
(Clearly angry)
Stop this nonsense Captain Kelly!
Just what are you doing?!
KIRBY
(Ignores Kaleva)
Night Time!
Captain Kirby claps, it becomes dark with only the screen being the source of light.
KIRBY
(Happily)
Day Time!
Captain claps again, causing the lights to turn on.
KALEVA
(Fuming)
It appears there lacks intelligence on such a science vessel, Captain Kelly.
I will take my leave as there is no point in reasoning with your species with such an absence of intellect.
Captain Kirby continues ignoring Kaleva throughout the alien’s angry mini-speech. She just doesn’t care enough. The screen flickers and switches off.
KIRBY
(smug)
Hah!
Got rid of them with the power of my lamps!
The power of light!
Captain Kirby continues laughing as she watches the other spaceship leave. The screen dissolves to show Captain Kirby with CAPTAIN FRANK SINATRA, 45, 170cm, Human, Brunette, at the office break-room.
FRANK
(disbelief)
You’re kidding, right?
KIRBY
(Sips her coffee, happy)
Nope! (Popping the ‘p’)
I got a hostile alien to leave by being an idiot and playing with my lights.
FRANK
(Shaking his head)
Unbelievable.
Captain Kirby laughs, slapping Captain Frank on the shoulder.
KIRBY
Hah!
Believe it!
It certainly brightens my day thinking about it!
END
CAPTAIN KIRBY KELLY, 27, 168cm, Human, brunette, is frowning as she stares at the screen. On the large screen is KALEVA LAHTI, 37, 145cm, Alien, is glaring back.
KIRBY
(Mildly frustrated)
We haven’t intruded into any of your territories, we are a science vessel and have no need to cause war between our species.
KALEVA
(Coldly)
We just claimed this space so it is ours.
There will be no argument.
Captain Kirby huffs in frustration before she grins. She moves her hands into an ‘I surrender’ state –
KIRBY
(Smirking)
I understand… But did you consider this?!
– before she claps her hands and immediately the lights switch off.
KALEVA
(Shocked)
W-what?!
Captain Kelly of the starship Phillips H-U-E.
It appears your lights are off.
Is there a problem with your ship?
There is a clap and the lights switch back on, a grinning Kirby is revealed, arms crossed.
KIRBY
(Pouts)
Are you insinuating that there are problems with my ship, Captain Kaleva?
This ship is the light of my life!
KALEVA
(confused)
I did not insinuate such a thing!
It was just that your lights suddenly faltered.
KIRBY
(mocks confusion)
The ship is fine.
As I said, it is the light of my life!
Captain Kirby claps again causing the lights to switch off. Kaleva appears frustrated as Captain Kirby claps and the lights flicker on and off.
KALEVA
(Clearly angry)
Stop this nonsense Captain Kelly!
Just what are you doing?!
KIRBY
(Ignores Kaleva)
Night Time!
Captain Kirby claps, it becomes dark with only the screen being the source of light.
KIRBY
(Happily)
Day Time!
Captain claps again, causing the lights to turn on.
KALEVA
(Fuming)
It appears there lacks intelligence on such a science vessel, Captain Kelly.
I will take my leave as there is no point in reasoning with your species with such an absence of intellect.
Captain Kirby continues ignoring Kaleva throughout the alien’s angry mini-speech. She just doesn’t care enough. The screen flickers and switches off.
KIRBY
(smug)
Hah!
Got rid of them with the power of my lamps!
The power of light!
Captain Kirby continues laughing as she watches the other spaceship leave. The screen dissolves to show Captain Kirby with CAPTAIN FRANK SINATRA, 45, 170cm, Human, Brunette, at the office break-room.
FRANK
(disbelief)
You’re kidding, right?
KIRBY
(Sips her coffee, happy)
Nope! (Popping the ‘p’)
I got a hostile alien to leave by being an idiot and playing with my lights.
FRANK
(Shaking his head)
Unbelievable.
Captain Kirby laughs, slapping Captain Frank on the shoulder.
KIRBY
Hah!
Believe it!
It certainly brightens my day thinking about it!
END
Witness protection
INT. ALDI SUPERMARKET, LIÈGE BELGIUM – DAY
JOCELYN MAEL PETIT, 31, 190cm, French descent, broad and blonde, stares sceptically at IMANI AFOLAYAN, 29, 170cm, African descent, bald.
JOCELYN
(frowning)
What?
Jocelyn points at the basket.
JOCELYN
Is all that?
Imani glances at Jocelyn then looks into the basket before resuming to browsing through the dairy section.
IMANI
(Indifferently)
Groceries.
JOCELYN
(huffs, clearly irritated)
That’s not what I meant!
What is all that green?
IMANI
Well, all that green is salad.
Imani picks up a carton of milk, reading the label, ignoring Jocelyn who glares angrily.
IMANI
Are you lactose intolerant?
JOCELYN
(crosses arms, shoulders hunched in anger)
How is that relevant?
Where’s all the meat?!
.
IMANI
Answer the question.
JOCELYN
No.
Now why is there no meat?
Imani places the carton into the basket before walking towards the cheese section. Jocelyn grudgingly follows Imani.
JOCELYN
(whining)
Are you deliberately ignoring me?
Imani does not respond.
JOCELYN
You are, aren’t you?!
Jocelyn looks around and notices a WOMAN, 26, staring at them. Jocelyn pouts, standing near Imani.
JOCELYN
Can you believe this person?
Completely ignores whatever I say!
WOMAN
(Smiling)
Well, maybe your husband knows what’s best for you.
Imani hums in amusement, still examining the canned goods, completely unbothered. Jocelyn, on the other hand, flails in surprise.
JOCELYN
(Shocked)
My HUSBAND?!
We’re not married!
WOMAN
Boyfriend?
.
JOCELYN
(Greatly embarrassed)
No!
We’re not together at all!
(Points at Imani, who continues browsing the shelf)
She’s not even a man!
Woman blushes in embarrassment before quickly leaving. Imani picks a few cans from the shelf, an amused grin on her face.
JOCELYN
(Huffs)
You’re enjoying this aren’t you?
Imani hums again, a smile on her face as she turns to look at him. She reaches a hand out and pats his cheek. He looks astonished and shocked at her actions, mouth slightly agape.
IMANI
(Pacifying, almost mocking)
Yes.
Very much.
Do continue with your self-righteous misery, dear.
She turns and walks away, leaving Jocelyn to frown and wallow in self-pity and hurt masculine pride.
JOCELYN
I wish they’d assigned someone else.
IMANI
No, you love me.
Jocelyn sighs deeply as he resentfully follows after her, his feet dragging with every step.
JOCELYN
(Mutters softly)
Oh, that’s what you think.
Imani stops walking and looks at him, a mollifying smile on her face which clashes with her cold, almost angry eyes. Jocelyn freezes in place.
IMANI
Well, consider yourself lucky I was assigned to you.
Other agents aren’t as nice as I am, chickpea.
Jocelyn’s shoulders hunch and he rubs his neck as his eyes flicker away and focus on the floor. Imani’s demeanour changes and she smiles sweetly at him.
IMANI
(Pleasantly)
Now come along, dear.
We’re almost done with the shopping.
Jocelyn meekly follows after her, shoulders hunched and arms crossed.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM – DAY
Jocelyn and Imani are putting the groceries away. Cans in the overhead cupboard, dairy products and “all the green” stuff into the fridge. Jocelyn is thoroughly put off by the situation. There are hardly any meat products to put away.
JOCELYN
Why didn’t we buy more meat?
Imani continues putting away the groceries.
IMANI
(Shrugs)
Because.
JOCELYN
(Annoyed)
That’s not a reason!
Imani stops and stares at him with a blank expression. Jocelyn is uncomfortable and looks away first. Sheesh, he can never win with her.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DINING ROOM – NIGHT
It’s a small nice dining room with a table suited for six people. Jocelyn is sitting across from Imani and is staring at his plate in disgust.
JOCELYN
(Pokes at food)
What. Is. This?
IMANI
(Unbothered)
Dinner.
JOCELYN
(Frustrated)
I know that!
(Pokes at the food again)
I mean what is it?
Imani is unamused but she remains patient. She puts her cutleries down and leans forward.
IMANI
(Exasperatedly)
On your plate, is a salad.
JOCELYN
(Hesitantly nods)
Okay?
Imani is slightly surprised that her charge seems to genuinely not know what salad is.
IMANI
Wait.
You mean to imply that you’ve never had – or seen – a salad in your 31 years of living?
Jocelyn looks distressed as he fiddles with his sleeves as he seems to sink into his chair.
IMANI
Well, there’s a first time for everything.
JOCELYN
It’s just I’ve never had anything like this!
It’s so green!
IMANI
Don’t hate it till you try it.
Or you could just not eat it and remain hungry.
It isn’t my problem.
Imani picks up her utensils and resumes eating. Jocelyn meekly does the same with some apprehension.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, UPSTAIRS BATHROOM – NIGHT
Jocelyn is preparing for bed. There is a knock on the door.
IMANI
Can you hurry up?
It’s been an hour already!
JOCELYN
That’s for making me eat salad!
I still can't believe you made me eat salad!
There is a short pause.
IMANI
(Perplexed)
It wasn't that bad, was it?
JOCELYN
(Incredulous)
No, it wasn't.
It was tasty.
That's the PROBLEM.
There is a moment of silence then a loud bang on the door. Jocelyn recoils and stares at the door.
IMANI
Seriously?!
You’re taking forever because I fed you salad that you happen to like?!
Jocelyn now realises that his behaviours is ridiculous and blushes in embarrassment.
JOCELYN
(Timidly)
Uh… Yes?
Oh, he is definitely in hot water now.
IMANI
(Crossly)
Then stop this nonsense and get out!
Jocelyn hastily complies. Imani steps aside as the taller man all but flees into his bedroom.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, UPSTAIRS – DAY
Jocelyn is sleeping in his bed and slowly wakes up. He turns onto his side and blinks sleepily. He does not realise what he is seeing until a few seconds later.
JOCELYN
(Shrieks)
OH MY GOD!!
IMANI!!
There is a loud bang and Imani comes sprinting through the door, a gun in her hands, her eyes scanning for any possible signs of danger. She pauses as she comprehends what her eyes are seeing. Jocelyn is cowering on the floor.
JOCELYN
(Almost hysterically)
IMANI!
HELP ME!
Her eyes narrow as she puts the gun away, a frown etching on her face. She stalks into the room and hits Jocelyn upside the head.
JOCELYN
(Grabs his head)
OW!
What was that for?!
IMANI
(Calmly)
That. Was for making me think something life threatening had occurred.
Jocelyn looks offended; still rubbing the spot Imani had hit him. He shakes his head and points in the direction of his bed.
JOCELYN
(Irritated)
But it WAS life threatening!
IT WAS THIS CLOSE TO MY FACE!
“IT” is in reference to a spider. It was a small spider, no bigger than a coin, which was sitting on the covers. Completely harmless. Imani glares at him, not the least bit pleased.
IMANI
(Quietly)
Shut. Up.
Jocelyn quieted down, eyes flickering between his very obviously angry twenty-four seven bodyguard and the spider. There was no movement for a minute before Imani swiftly leaves the room. Jocelyn squirms in discomfort from his position on the floor; she isn’t going to leave him alone with the spider is she?
JOCELYN
(Whispers)
Imani?
She comes back into the room with a piece of paper. She quickly moves the spider onto the paper before she walks towards the window.
IMANI
Joss, open the window.
JOCELYN
(Astonished)
What?!
No!
Imani glares and juts her chin at the window. This is the final warning. Jocelyn hoists himself up, displeasure on his face as he opens the window and hastily steps away.
IMANI
(Releases the spider out the window)
There it goes.
JOCELYN
(Shuts the window)
You let it GO?!
What if it comes back?!
IMANI
(Shrugs)
Well then.
Imani walks out of the room and Jocelyn speedily follows after her, worry evident on his face.
JOCELYN
(Anxious)
Imani!?
She does not respond verbally. She hums before she enters the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Jocelyn plasters himself against the door, apprehensive and scared.
JOCELYN
(Knocks skittishly against the door)
IMANI!?
What if it comes back?!!
The only response is the shower going. Jocelyn fidgets nervously before he hastily walks back into his room, his arms tucked under his armpits.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS – DAY
There was a pounding on the door. Jocelyn looks up from his book, slightly irritated at being disturbed at – he glances at the clock – 9 o’clock in the morning on a Sunday. He places his book on the coffee table and, with a huff, stands up and walks to the door.
JOCELYN
(to himself)
Could it be a neighbour?
He looked through the peep hole. It was POLICE OFFICER DONNY DAVIS, 41, bald with a moustache, 180cm, is waiting outside the door. He looks irritated to be at their door.
DONNY
(Loudly)
Police!
Open the door!
JOCELYN
(Slightly cheeky)
Do you have a permit?
DONNY
(Enraged)
Why would I need a permit when the neighbours were hollering that some poor fellow was being killed?!
JOCELYN
(Startled)
Ah.
Uh, s-sorry.
Jocelyn opens the door as Imani comes down the stairs. She looks puzzled as she joins them in the foyer. Jocelyn positions himself to her right, slightly behind her as if to partially shield himself from the clearly irritated officer.
IMANI
Who are you?
DONNY
Police.
Can’t you see the uniform?
Imani hums, unamused. She reaches her left hand out, palm up and her fingers splayed open.
DONNY
(Irritated)
What?
Imani flexes her fingers. Jocelyn fidgets, his fingers gripping his sleeves as he anxiously watches Imani and Donny.
IMANI
(Bored)
I would like to see some identification.
Officer Donny huffs irritably before he takes his badge from his belt. He rudely slaps the thing into Imani’s open hand. If she was bothered by his display of irritation she does not react other than to inspect the badge.
IMANI
Ah.
Officer Davis.
How may my partner and I help you?
Jocelyn fidgets, this time in irritation as he folds his arms. He looks like he is about to say something but Imani shuts him up with a look as she hands the badge back to officer Donny. He clips it back on roughly before straightening out his jacket.
DONNY
(Hands on hips and purses lips)
Well, the neighbours called the station claiming that there was some screaming coming from this residence.
They said it sounded like the guy was being murdered.
Donny raises his eyebrow, disapproval and definitely unhappy with the situation. Imani briefly glances at Jocelyn, who is rubbing his neck and observing the floor, before she looks back at the upset officer.
IMANI
I’m so sorry for that Officer Davis.
There was a bit of a mishap this morning.
DONNY
(Sceptical)
You sure?
Jocelyn is still watching the floor but he meekly nods, fidgeting in discomfort.
IMANI
(Nods)
Yes.
It is just that Jocelyn here is terrified of spiders.
Our sincere apologies to everyone.
Jocelyn looks ready to faint onto the floor with embarrassment but Imani grips his arm, her eyes still on Officer Davis. She gives his arm a firm squeeze and Jocelyn takes a breath, trying to calm down.
DONNY
Uh-huh.
Right, well then.
What a waste of my damn time.
Officer Davis clears his throat before he heads out the door, slamming it behind him. Imani about-turns and carefully steers Jocelyn into the living room. She leaves him on the sofa and gets him a glass of water.
JOCELYN
(Shakily)
A-ah d-damn.
Imani sits beside the shaking man, rubbing his back as he tries to calm down. His breathing is rapid and loud in the quiet room.
IMANI
(Soothingly)
Shh.
It’s alright.
He isn’t anyone; he’s just a police officer.
Jocelyn curls up, his shoulders drawing closer to his body. He grips his hair and groans, his breathing picking up.
IMANI
(Softly)
You’re safe.
I’m here.
It’s okay.
EXT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS – DAY
Officer Donny Davis enters his car, frowning as he pauses. He pursed his lips in thought. That man looked familiar. He was about to start his cruiser when [MUSIC CUE: Shakira - Hips Don't Lie ft. Wyclef Jean] plays loudly.
DONNY
(Mutters)
What now?
He fumbles for a moment before he has his phone. [MUSIC ENDS] He swipes the screen and reads. He double takes at the message.
DONNY
(Wide eyed)
Well, I’ll be.
Well, no wonder he looks familiar!
The boss is looking for him!
On Donny’s screen was a picture of Jocelyn Mael Petit. Donny smirks and starts up his car. He drives off; he has a few calls to make.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS – NIGHT
Jocelyn is sleeping in his room. Imani is downstairs, a laptop open in front of her, her fingers threaded together pressed against her mouth. She was waiting. There was a soft shrill ringing.
IMANI
Hm.
She glances as the clock; 22:48.
IMANI
Not punctual, as usual.
She answers the call from Skype. AMANDA MALDONADO, 46, 155cm, Irish-Spanish descent, petit and reddish brown hair, appears on screen.
AMANDA
(quirks an eyebrow)
What’s this I hear about a police officer visiting your residence?
Imani slumps slightly as she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. She takes a breath before straightening up.
IMANI
The neighbours heard Joss screaming bloody murder because there was a spider on his bed.
AMANDA
(laughs)
Really?
IMANI
Yes.
Has there been any progress on the case?
Amanda exhales deeply as her expression becomes grim. She shakes her head.
AMANDA
Unfortunately, no.
There’s been no concrete evidence, it is all mostly just substantial right now but our team is doing its best to find it.
Imani leans back against the armchair. She is not pleased.
IMANI
Where is he now?
AMANDA
He’s in Brussels on vacation.
IMANI
(Alarmed)
That isn’t that far away from us.
It’s an hour away!
AMANDA
(Calmly)
We know but he is under twenty-four seven surveillance.
Imani jolts forward, gripping the laptop. She is shocked and slightly irritated by her department head’s reaction to the situation.
IMANI
(Astonished)
That’s still too close for comfort!
Are we going to be moved?
Preferable somewhere much farther away.
Amanda scowls.
AMANDA
(Snappily)
Don’t take that tone with me Agent.
We have everything under control.
Just do your job of taking care of the witness.
Before Imani could respond, Amanda logs off. She is annoyed and slams the laptop shut. She leans forward, her elbows on her knees as she pinches the bridge of her nose. She knew that this was not a good sign.
INT. SUMIDAHARA MANSION, BRUSSELS BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS LIBRARY – DAY
HIKARU SUMIDAHARA, 36, 179cm, Japanese descent, lean and short black hair, is reading a book, sitting comfortably on a lounge chair. A YOUNG MAN, 29, enters the room.
YOUNG MAN
(Slightly nervous)
Sir.
There’s been a sighting of Mr. Jocelyn Mael Petit.
He was sighted in Liège.
Just an hour away.
Hikaru marks his page and puts his book down before he looks at the young man. He nods.
HIKARU
That’s good.
Tell someone to bring him here.
I would like to have tea with the man.
YOUNG MAN
(Confused)
Sir?
Hikaru stands up and straightens his shirt. He huffs an irritated sigh.
HIKARU
Call Mr. Feigenbaum please.
Tell him I’ve invited Mr Petit here for tea.
YOUNG MAN
(Very nervous)
Y-y-yes sir!
R-right away, sir!
The young man basically flees the room. Hikaru is unimpressed as he watches him leave. He exhales and gives a small smile. Jocelyn Petit is coming over for tea.
INT. KATHOLISCHES PFARRAMT ST. JOHANN, SAARBRÜCKEN GERMANY – DAY
KESHET FEIGENBAUM, 49, 188cm, Jewish Descent, Broad shouldered and thick blonde hair with a beard and glasses, is standing, admiring a stained glass window of Archangel Michael. [MUSIC CUE: IT’S TOUGH TO BE A GOD BY ELTON JOHN] Keshet smoothly takes his phone from his pocket.
KESHET
Hello.
Mr. Feigenbaum speaking.
The other part speaks. Keshet continues to examine the window as he listens.
KESHET
(Bored)
Mm-Hmm.
Mm-Hmm.
Okay.
Send Mr. Sumidahara my regards.
He hangs up and with a nod to a PRIEST, 65, he leaves the Church.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS – DAY
Jocelyn was preparing for an outing; they were going to a museum nearby, when he hears the doorbell ring. It has been only a couple of days since the police officer so he was slightly wary. He looks around but he realises that Imani is still in the bathroom. He walks to the front door and peeks through the peep hole. There isn’t anyone but there is something on the door step.
JOCELYN
Huh.
He opens the door and brings the package in. He sets it on the dining table and wonders what to do. He knows he should just wait for Imani to come down but he was immensely curious. He shrugged and rips the paper.
SOUND EFFECT
Paper tears
Soft click
Jocelyn doesn’t get any further than ripping the top as Imani comes into the dining room. Before she could say anything the package in his hand expels a gas.
IMANI
(Shocked and furious)
Joss!
What the heck?!
Jocelyn coughs but the gas makes his head dizzy and everything muffled. He loses consciousness, falling onto the floor with a loud thud. Imani covers her nose and mouth with her sleeve.
IMANI
(muffled)
Damn it, man!
Imani coughs before she also falls unconscious. They do not see Keshet, with a gas mask on his face, enters the house. He looks at the collapsed couple before shrugging.
KESHET
Huh.
That was easy.
EXT. SOMEWHERE BETWEEN LIÈGE AND BRUSSELS BELGIUM, HIGHWAY – DAY
Keshet is driving towards Sumidahara mansion with Mr Jocelyn Petit and a woman in the trunk of his red Range Rover Sport SUV 2013. He is bored and has the radio playing loudly, a cigarette in his mouth.
INT. SUMIDAHARA MANSION, BRUSSELS BELGIUM, EMPTY GEUST ROOM – DAY
Jocelyn and Imani are tied securely on chairs, facing each other. Both are slowly waking up. Imani is the first of the two to realise what has happen.
IMANI
(Venomously)
Joss, you idiot!
Didn’t we brief you about opening random packages?!
JOCELYN
(Drowsy)
Uh.
I think I missed that class.
Do you even offer that class?
IMANI
(Fuming)
No but we should!
Imani tests the ropes, she lets out a frustrated grumble as she realises that she is securely tied down. Jocelyn is slowly becoming more aware, his head swaying back and forth as he gazes around the room.
JOCELYN
(Confused)
Where are we?
IMANI
(Furious)
Like I would know, Joss!
A door opens and in steps Keshet and Hikaru. They both look unimpress as they walked in.
HIKARU
Welcome to my home, Mr. Jocelyn.
Let’s get straight to business.
Jocelyn looks momentarily confused before he realises who it was in the room with them. He casts a wary glance to Keshet before looking back at Hikaru.
JOCELYN
(Very nervous and anxious)
A-ah.
M-Mr. Sumidahara.
H-how are y-you?
Imani looks at Jocelyn like he’s crazy. Hikaru walks to the small table against one of the walls. It is positioned in such a way he can watch both guests from his seat. There is a tea pot on the table.
HIKARU
(Smiles)
I’m doing well.
Thank you for asking Mr. Jocelyn.
Hikaru sits at the table and prepares the tea. Keshet is watching but he does not seem that interested in what is happening.
HIKARU
I’m afraid we haven’t been introduced.
Hikaru looks at Imani who is observing everything with a scowl on her face. She bares her teeth at him, displeased. Hikaru toots quietly as he picks up his cup.
JOCELYN
U-uh.
T-this is I-Imani.
She’s –
IMANI
(Pissed off)
Shut it, Joss.
If you know what’s good for you.
Imani glares at Jocelyn who is trembling from the stress and terror he is feeling. He really, really does not want to be here.
HIKARU
(Awed)
My, oh my.
Aren’t you just rude?
IMANI
(Smiles sarcastically)
All part of my charming character.
Hikaru makes a motion with his hand, turning away from Imani. Keshet steps forward and takes out a gun from a holster strapped on his thigh. He briskly walks towards Imani. Jocelyn panics.
JOCELYN
(Freaked)
O-oh God!
N-n-no!
Don’t do that!!
KESHET
(Uninterested)
Well, you aren’t in charge.
Goodbye person.
Hikaru sips his tea, watching. Imani gives Jocelyn a look of regret before she glares back at Keshet. Keshet levels the gun to her head and pulls the trigger, killing Imani execution style. Jocelyn screams, struggling in his constraints.
JOCELYN
(Hysterical)
O-oh God!
W-why would you do that?!
HIKARU
(Content)
So she doesn’t have to hear what we’re going to discuss.
And, well, she was being rude.
Now that she’ll be quiet –
JOCELYN
Quiet?! She’s dead!!
HIKARU
We can focus on you.
I thought that I’d invite you over for tea and I wanted to discuss what you saw however you’re rude too so, Mr. Feigenbaum.
Keshet walks towards Jocelyn, who screams in denial and fear, and aims the barrel right at his heart before firing. There is a choked off scream and a wet gurgle before Jocelyn dies. Hikaru stands up and brushes his shirt.
HIKARU
Well, that’s that; no witness to a crime.
Please proceed with clearing all this up Mr. Feigenbaum.
KESHET
Right away, sir.
INT. UNDISCLOSED APARTMENT, ANTWERP BELGIUM, LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
The room is dark with only the television on. Amanda is reading a book. She is unworried as it was not yet time for Imani’s check-in. She is reaching for her drink when the news started.
REPORTER
Today at 3 o’clock two bodies were found dumped by the railways between Brussels and Luxemburg.
The victims, a man estimated to be in his early thirties and late twenties and a woman estimated to being in her mid-twenties, remain unidentified and an ongoing investigation is underway.
On to other news-
AMANDA
(Apprehensive)
Oh crap.
She picks up the phone and dials Imani’s number but there is no answer.
AMANDA
Shit.
THE END.
JOCELYN MAEL PETIT, 31, 190cm, French descent, broad and blonde, stares sceptically at IMANI AFOLAYAN, 29, 170cm, African descent, bald.
JOCELYN
(frowning)
What?
Jocelyn points at the basket.
JOCELYN
Is all that?
Imani glances at Jocelyn then looks into the basket before resuming to browsing through the dairy section.
IMANI
(Indifferently)
Groceries.
JOCELYN
(huffs, clearly irritated)
That’s not what I meant!
What is all that green?
IMANI
Well, all that green is salad.
Imani picks up a carton of milk, reading the label, ignoring Jocelyn who glares angrily.
IMANI
Are you lactose intolerant?
JOCELYN
(crosses arms, shoulders hunched in anger)
How is that relevant?
Where’s all the meat?!
.
IMANI
Answer the question.
JOCELYN
No.
Now why is there no meat?
Imani places the carton into the basket before walking towards the cheese section. Jocelyn grudgingly follows Imani.
JOCELYN
(whining)
Are you deliberately ignoring me?
Imani does not respond.
JOCELYN
You are, aren’t you?!
Jocelyn looks around and notices a WOMAN, 26, staring at them. Jocelyn pouts, standing near Imani.
JOCELYN
Can you believe this person?
Completely ignores whatever I say!
WOMAN
(Smiling)
Well, maybe your husband knows what’s best for you.
Imani hums in amusement, still examining the canned goods, completely unbothered. Jocelyn, on the other hand, flails in surprise.
JOCELYN
(Shocked)
My HUSBAND?!
We’re not married!
WOMAN
Boyfriend?
.
JOCELYN
(Greatly embarrassed)
No!
We’re not together at all!
(Points at Imani, who continues browsing the shelf)
She’s not even a man!
Woman blushes in embarrassment before quickly leaving. Imani picks a few cans from the shelf, an amused grin on her face.
JOCELYN
(Huffs)
You’re enjoying this aren’t you?
Imani hums again, a smile on her face as she turns to look at him. She reaches a hand out and pats his cheek. He looks astonished and shocked at her actions, mouth slightly agape.
IMANI
(Pacifying, almost mocking)
Yes.
Very much.
Do continue with your self-righteous misery, dear.
She turns and walks away, leaving Jocelyn to frown and wallow in self-pity and hurt masculine pride.
JOCELYN
I wish they’d assigned someone else.
IMANI
No, you love me.
Jocelyn sighs deeply as he resentfully follows after her, his feet dragging with every step.
JOCELYN
(Mutters softly)
Oh, that’s what you think.
Imani stops walking and looks at him, a mollifying smile on her face which clashes with her cold, almost angry eyes. Jocelyn freezes in place.
IMANI
Well, consider yourself lucky I was assigned to you.
Other agents aren’t as nice as I am, chickpea.
Jocelyn’s shoulders hunch and he rubs his neck as his eyes flicker away and focus on the floor. Imani’s demeanour changes and she smiles sweetly at him.
IMANI
(Pleasantly)
Now come along, dear.
We’re almost done with the shopping.
Jocelyn meekly follows after her, shoulders hunched and arms crossed.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM – DAY
Jocelyn and Imani are putting the groceries away. Cans in the overhead cupboard, dairy products and “all the green” stuff into the fridge. Jocelyn is thoroughly put off by the situation. There are hardly any meat products to put away.
JOCELYN
Why didn’t we buy more meat?
Imani continues putting away the groceries.
IMANI
(Shrugs)
Because.
JOCELYN
(Annoyed)
That’s not a reason!
Imani stops and stares at him with a blank expression. Jocelyn is uncomfortable and looks away first. Sheesh, he can never win with her.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DINING ROOM – NIGHT
It’s a small nice dining room with a table suited for six people. Jocelyn is sitting across from Imani and is staring at his plate in disgust.
JOCELYN
(Pokes at food)
What. Is. This?
IMANI
(Unbothered)
Dinner.
JOCELYN
(Frustrated)
I know that!
(Pokes at the food again)
I mean what is it?
Imani is unamused but she remains patient. She puts her cutleries down and leans forward.
IMANI
(Exasperatedly)
On your plate, is a salad.
JOCELYN
(Hesitantly nods)
Okay?
Imani is slightly surprised that her charge seems to genuinely not know what salad is.
IMANI
Wait.
You mean to imply that you’ve never had – or seen – a salad in your 31 years of living?
Jocelyn looks distressed as he fiddles with his sleeves as he seems to sink into his chair.
IMANI
Well, there’s a first time for everything.
JOCELYN
It’s just I’ve never had anything like this!
It’s so green!
IMANI
Don’t hate it till you try it.
Or you could just not eat it and remain hungry.
It isn’t my problem.
Imani picks up her utensils and resumes eating. Jocelyn meekly does the same with some apprehension.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, UPSTAIRS BATHROOM – NIGHT
Jocelyn is preparing for bed. There is a knock on the door.
IMANI
Can you hurry up?
It’s been an hour already!
JOCELYN
That’s for making me eat salad!
I still can't believe you made me eat salad!
There is a short pause.
IMANI
(Perplexed)
It wasn't that bad, was it?
JOCELYN
(Incredulous)
No, it wasn't.
It was tasty.
That's the PROBLEM.
There is a moment of silence then a loud bang on the door. Jocelyn recoils and stares at the door.
IMANI
Seriously?!
You’re taking forever because I fed you salad that you happen to like?!
Jocelyn now realises that his behaviours is ridiculous and blushes in embarrassment.
JOCELYN
(Timidly)
Uh… Yes?
Oh, he is definitely in hot water now.
IMANI
(Crossly)
Then stop this nonsense and get out!
Jocelyn hastily complies. Imani steps aside as the taller man all but flees into his bedroom.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, UPSTAIRS – DAY
Jocelyn is sleeping in his bed and slowly wakes up. He turns onto his side and blinks sleepily. He does not realise what he is seeing until a few seconds later.
JOCELYN
(Shrieks)
OH MY GOD!!
IMANI!!
There is a loud bang and Imani comes sprinting through the door, a gun in her hands, her eyes scanning for any possible signs of danger. She pauses as she comprehends what her eyes are seeing. Jocelyn is cowering on the floor.
JOCELYN
(Almost hysterically)
IMANI!
HELP ME!
Her eyes narrow as she puts the gun away, a frown etching on her face. She stalks into the room and hits Jocelyn upside the head.
JOCELYN
(Grabs his head)
OW!
What was that for?!
IMANI
(Calmly)
That. Was for making me think something life threatening had occurred.
Jocelyn looks offended; still rubbing the spot Imani had hit him. He shakes his head and points in the direction of his bed.
JOCELYN
(Irritated)
But it WAS life threatening!
IT WAS THIS CLOSE TO MY FACE!
“IT” is in reference to a spider. It was a small spider, no bigger than a coin, which was sitting on the covers. Completely harmless. Imani glares at him, not the least bit pleased.
IMANI
(Quietly)
Shut. Up.
Jocelyn quieted down, eyes flickering between his very obviously angry twenty-four seven bodyguard and the spider. There was no movement for a minute before Imani swiftly leaves the room. Jocelyn squirms in discomfort from his position on the floor; she isn’t going to leave him alone with the spider is she?
JOCELYN
(Whispers)
Imani?
She comes back into the room with a piece of paper. She quickly moves the spider onto the paper before she walks towards the window.
IMANI
Joss, open the window.
JOCELYN
(Astonished)
What?!
No!
Imani glares and juts her chin at the window. This is the final warning. Jocelyn hoists himself up, displeasure on his face as he opens the window and hastily steps away.
IMANI
(Releases the spider out the window)
There it goes.
JOCELYN
(Shuts the window)
You let it GO?!
What if it comes back?!
IMANI
(Shrugs)
Well then.
Imani walks out of the room and Jocelyn speedily follows after her, worry evident on his face.
JOCELYN
(Anxious)
Imani!?
She does not respond verbally. She hums before she enters the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Jocelyn plasters himself against the door, apprehensive and scared.
JOCELYN
(Knocks skittishly against the door)
IMANI!?
What if it comes back?!!
The only response is the shower going. Jocelyn fidgets nervously before he hastily walks back into his room, his arms tucked under his armpits.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS – DAY
There was a pounding on the door. Jocelyn looks up from his book, slightly irritated at being disturbed at – he glances at the clock – 9 o’clock in the morning on a Sunday. He places his book on the coffee table and, with a huff, stands up and walks to the door.
JOCELYN
(to himself)
Could it be a neighbour?
He looked through the peep hole. It was POLICE OFFICER DONNY DAVIS, 41, bald with a moustache, 180cm, is waiting outside the door. He looks irritated to be at their door.
DONNY
(Loudly)
Police!
Open the door!
JOCELYN
(Slightly cheeky)
Do you have a permit?
DONNY
(Enraged)
Why would I need a permit when the neighbours were hollering that some poor fellow was being killed?!
JOCELYN
(Startled)
Ah.
Uh, s-sorry.
Jocelyn opens the door as Imani comes down the stairs. She looks puzzled as she joins them in the foyer. Jocelyn positions himself to her right, slightly behind her as if to partially shield himself from the clearly irritated officer.
IMANI
Who are you?
DONNY
Police.
Can’t you see the uniform?
Imani hums, unamused. She reaches her left hand out, palm up and her fingers splayed open.
DONNY
(Irritated)
What?
Imani flexes her fingers. Jocelyn fidgets, his fingers gripping his sleeves as he anxiously watches Imani and Donny.
IMANI
(Bored)
I would like to see some identification.
Officer Donny huffs irritably before he takes his badge from his belt. He rudely slaps the thing into Imani’s open hand. If she was bothered by his display of irritation she does not react other than to inspect the badge.
IMANI
Ah.
Officer Davis.
How may my partner and I help you?
Jocelyn fidgets, this time in irritation as he folds his arms. He looks like he is about to say something but Imani shuts him up with a look as she hands the badge back to officer Donny. He clips it back on roughly before straightening out his jacket.
DONNY
(Hands on hips and purses lips)
Well, the neighbours called the station claiming that there was some screaming coming from this residence.
They said it sounded like the guy was being murdered.
Donny raises his eyebrow, disapproval and definitely unhappy with the situation. Imani briefly glances at Jocelyn, who is rubbing his neck and observing the floor, before she looks back at the upset officer.
IMANI
I’m so sorry for that Officer Davis.
There was a bit of a mishap this morning.
DONNY
(Sceptical)
You sure?
Jocelyn is still watching the floor but he meekly nods, fidgeting in discomfort.
IMANI
(Nods)
Yes.
It is just that Jocelyn here is terrified of spiders.
Our sincere apologies to everyone.
Jocelyn looks ready to faint onto the floor with embarrassment but Imani grips his arm, her eyes still on Officer Davis. She gives his arm a firm squeeze and Jocelyn takes a breath, trying to calm down.
DONNY
Uh-huh.
Right, well then.
What a waste of my damn time.
Officer Davis clears his throat before he heads out the door, slamming it behind him. Imani about-turns and carefully steers Jocelyn into the living room. She leaves him on the sofa and gets him a glass of water.
JOCELYN
(Shakily)
A-ah d-damn.
Imani sits beside the shaking man, rubbing his back as he tries to calm down. His breathing is rapid and loud in the quiet room.
IMANI
(Soothingly)
Shh.
It’s alright.
He isn’t anyone; he’s just a police officer.
Jocelyn curls up, his shoulders drawing closer to his body. He grips his hair and groans, his breathing picking up.
IMANI
(Softly)
You’re safe.
I’m here.
It’s okay.
EXT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS – DAY
Officer Donny Davis enters his car, frowning as he pauses. He pursed his lips in thought. That man looked familiar. He was about to start his cruiser when [MUSIC CUE: Shakira - Hips Don't Lie ft. Wyclef Jean] plays loudly.
DONNY
(Mutters)
What now?
He fumbles for a moment before he has his phone. [MUSIC ENDS] He swipes the screen and reads. He double takes at the message.
DONNY
(Wide eyed)
Well, I’ll be.
Well, no wonder he looks familiar!
The boss is looking for him!
On Donny’s screen was a picture of Jocelyn Mael Petit. Donny smirks and starts up his car. He drives off; he has a few calls to make.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS – NIGHT
Jocelyn is sleeping in his room. Imani is downstairs, a laptop open in front of her, her fingers threaded together pressed against her mouth. She was waiting. There was a soft shrill ringing.
IMANI
Hm.
She glances as the clock; 22:48.
IMANI
Not punctual, as usual.
She answers the call from Skype. AMANDA MALDONADO, 46, 155cm, Irish-Spanish descent, petit and reddish brown hair, appears on screen.
AMANDA
(quirks an eyebrow)
What’s this I hear about a police officer visiting your residence?
Imani slumps slightly as she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. She takes a breath before straightening up.
IMANI
The neighbours heard Joss screaming bloody murder because there was a spider on his bed.
AMANDA
(laughs)
Really?
IMANI
Yes.
Has there been any progress on the case?
Amanda exhales deeply as her expression becomes grim. She shakes her head.
AMANDA
Unfortunately, no.
There’s been no concrete evidence, it is all mostly just substantial right now but our team is doing its best to find it.
Imani leans back against the armchair. She is not pleased.
IMANI
Where is he now?
AMANDA
He’s in Brussels on vacation.
IMANI
(Alarmed)
That isn’t that far away from us.
It’s an hour away!
AMANDA
(Calmly)
We know but he is under twenty-four seven surveillance.
Imani jolts forward, gripping the laptop. She is shocked and slightly irritated by her department head’s reaction to the situation.
IMANI
(Astonished)
That’s still too close for comfort!
Are we going to be moved?
Preferable somewhere much farther away.
Amanda scowls.
AMANDA
(Snappily)
Don’t take that tone with me Agent.
We have everything under control.
Just do your job of taking care of the witness.
Before Imani could respond, Amanda logs off. She is annoyed and slams the laptop shut. She leans forward, her elbows on her knees as she pinches the bridge of her nose. She knew that this was not a good sign.
INT. SUMIDAHARA MANSION, BRUSSELS BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS LIBRARY – DAY
HIKARU SUMIDAHARA, 36, 179cm, Japanese descent, lean and short black hair, is reading a book, sitting comfortably on a lounge chair. A YOUNG MAN, 29, enters the room.
YOUNG MAN
(Slightly nervous)
Sir.
There’s been a sighting of Mr. Jocelyn Mael Petit.
He was sighted in Liège.
Just an hour away.
Hikaru marks his page and puts his book down before he looks at the young man. He nods.
HIKARU
That’s good.
Tell someone to bring him here.
I would like to have tea with the man.
YOUNG MAN
(Confused)
Sir?
Hikaru stands up and straightens his shirt. He huffs an irritated sigh.
HIKARU
Call Mr. Feigenbaum please.
Tell him I’ve invited Mr Petit here for tea.
YOUNG MAN
(Very nervous)
Y-y-yes sir!
R-right away, sir!
The young man basically flees the room. Hikaru is unimpressed as he watches him leave. He exhales and gives a small smile. Jocelyn Petit is coming over for tea.
INT. KATHOLISCHES PFARRAMT ST. JOHANN, SAARBRÜCKEN GERMANY – DAY
KESHET FEIGENBAUM, 49, 188cm, Jewish Descent, Broad shouldered and thick blonde hair with a beard and glasses, is standing, admiring a stained glass window of Archangel Michael. [MUSIC CUE: IT’S TOUGH TO BE A GOD BY ELTON JOHN] Keshet smoothly takes his phone from his pocket.
KESHET
Hello.
Mr. Feigenbaum speaking.
The other part speaks. Keshet continues to examine the window as he listens.
KESHET
(Bored)
Mm-Hmm.
Mm-Hmm.
Okay.
Send Mr. Sumidahara my regards.
He hangs up and with a nod to a PRIEST, 65, he leaves the Church.
INT. IMANI’S HOUSE, LIÈGE BELGIUM, DOWNSTAIRS – DAY
Jocelyn was preparing for an outing; they were going to a museum nearby, when he hears the doorbell ring. It has been only a couple of days since the police officer so he was slightly wary. He looks around but he realises that Imani is still in the bathroom. He walks to the front door and peeks through the peep hole. There isn’t anyone but there is something on the door step.
JOCELYN
Huh.
He opens the door and brings the package in. He sets it on the dining table and wonders what to do. He knows he should just wait for Imani to come down but he was immensely curious. He shrugged and rips the paper.
SOUND EFFECT
Paper tears
Soft click
Jocelyn doesn’t get any further than ripping the top as Imani comes into the dining room. Before she could say anything the package in his hand expels a gas.
IMANI
(Shocked and furious)
Joss!
What the heck?!
Jocelyn coughs but the gas makes his head dizzy and everything muffled. He loses consciousness, falling onto the floor with a loud thud. Imani covers her nose and mouth with her sleeve.
IMANI
(muffled)
Damn it, man!
Imani coughs before she also falls unconscious. They do not see Keshet, with a gas mask on his face, enters the house. He looks at the collapsed couple before shrugging.
KESHET
Huh.
That was easy.
EXT. SOMEWHERE BETWEEN LIÈGE AND BRUSSELS BELGIUM, HIGHWAY – DAY
Keshet is driving towards Sumidahara mansion with Mr Jocelyn Petit and a woman in the trunk of his red Range Rover Sport SUV 2013. He is bored and has the radio playing loudly, a cigarette in his mouth.
INT. SUMIDAHARA MANSION, BRUSSELS BELGIUM, EMPTY GEUST ROOM – DAY
Jocelyn and Imani are tied securely on chairs, facing each other. Both are slowly waking up. Imani is the first of the two to realise what has happen.
IMANI
(Venomously)
Joss, you idiot!
Didn’t we brief you about opening random packages?!
JOCELYN
(Drowsy)
Uh.
I think I missed that class.
Do you even offer that class?
IMANI
(Fuming)
No but we should!
Imani tests the ropes, she lets out a frustrated grumble as she realises that she is securely tied down. Jocelyn is slowly becoming more aware, his head swaying back and forth as he gazes around the room.
JOCELYN
(Confused)
Where are we?
IMANI
(Furious)
Like I would know, Joss!
A door opens and in steps Keshet and Hikaru. They both look unimpress as they walked in.
HIKARU
Welcome to my home, Mr. Jocelyn.
Let’s get straight to business.
Jocelyn looks momentarily confused before he realises who it was in the room with them. He casts a wary glance to Keshet before looking back at Hikaru.
JOCELYN
(Very nervous and anxious)
A-ah.
M-Mr. Sumidahara.
H-how are y-you?
Imani looks at Jocelyn like he’s crazy. Hikaru walks to the small table against one of the walls. It is positioned in such a way he can watch both guests from his seat. There is a tea pot on the table.
HIKARU
(Smiles)
I’m doing well.
Thank you for asking Mr. Jocelyn.
Hikaru sits at the table and prepares the tea. Keshet is watching but he does not seem that interested in what is happening.
HIKARU
I’m afraid we haven’t been introduced.
Hikaru looks at Imani who is observing everything with a scowl on her face. She bares her teeth at him, displeased. Hikaru toots quietly as he picks up his cup.
JOCELYN
U-uh.
T-this is I-Imani.
She’s –
IMANI
(Pissed off)
Shut it, Joss.
If you know what’s good for you.
Imani glares at Jocelyn who is trembling from the stress and terror he is feeling. He really, really does not want to be here.
HIKARU
(Awed)
My, oh my.
Aren’t you just rude?
IMANI
(Smiles sarcastically)
All part of my charming character.
Hikaru makes a motion with his hand, turning away from Imani. Keshet steps forward and takes out a gun from a holster strapped on his thigh. He briskly walks towards Imani. Jocelyn panics.
JOCELYN
(Freaked)
O-oh God!
N-n-no!
Don’t do that!!
KESHET
(Uninterested)
Well, you aren’t in charge.
Goodbye person.
Hikaru sips his tea, watching. Imani gives Jocelyn a look of regret before she glares back at Keshet. Keshet levels the gun to her head and pulls the trigger, killing Imani execution style. Jocelyn screams, struggling in his constraints.
JOCELYN
(Hysterical)
O-oh God!
W-why would you do that?!
HIKARU
(Content)
So she doesn’t have to hear what we’re going to discuss.
And, well, she was being rude.
Now that she’ll be quiet –
JOCELYN
Quiet?! She’s dead!!
HIKARU
We can focus on you.
I thought that I’d invite you over for tea and I wanted to discuss what you saw however you’re rude too so, Mr. Feigenbaum.
Keshet walks towards Jocelyn, who screams in denial and fear, and aims the barrel right at his heart before firing. There is a choked off scream and a wet gurgle before Jocelyn dies. Hikaru stands up and brushes his shirt.
HIKARU
Well, that’s that; no witness to a crime.
Please proceed with clearing all this up Mr. Feigenbaum.
KESHET
Right away, sir.
INT. UNDISCLOSED APARTMENT, ANTWERP BELGIUM, LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
The room is dark with only the television on. Amanda is reading a book. She is unworried as it was not yet time for Imani’s check-in. She is reaching for her drink when the news started.
REPORTER
Today at 3 o’clock two bodies were found dumped by the railways between Brussels and Luxemburg.
The victims, a man estimated to be in his early thirties and late twenties and a woman estimated to being in her mid-twenties, remain unidentified and an ongoing investigation is underway.
On to other news-
AMANDA
(Apprehensive)
Oh crap.
She picks up the phone and dials Imani’s number but there is no answer.
AMANDA
Shit.
THE END.