The Interror-gation
Written by Marty Hammond
Characters
Mickey Bryant: The Victim strapped to the Chair.
Amanda Sloane: Interrogator
Davey Winters: Interrogator
Tzor Ramnikov: Torturer
In the middle of an unused warehouse, a man is strapped to a chair with a black hood over his head. Amanda and Mickey are pacing in front of him as Mickey looks at his watch.
Mickey: Can you take this thing off please, it’s getting hot under here and I can hardly hear anything.
Davey: Not till the Brazilian gets here and don’t talk till we tell you to talk.
Moments later a tall man with a large stature walks through the door clutching a rolled up piece of canvas. Davey walks over to him and puts out his hand to shake hands. He looks down at Davey and refuses to shake hands.
Davey: Hi I am Davey Winters, I’m the one who called you.
Tzor: I am Tzor.
Davey: Sorry to hear that. What have done to yourself?
Tzor: What are you talking about?
Davey: You said you were sore.
Tzor: My name is Tzor, T Z O R. Tzor Ramnikov, now where can I put my tools.
Davey points to a table which is situated behind the victim. Davey then proceeds to take the hood off Mickey. He shakes his head and refocuses. He looks at Amanda and smiles.
Mickey: So who’s this good looking woman?
Amanda slinks over to Mickey and puts her face right up next to his and twists and turns her head a little before saying.
Amanda: I’m A- man- dah.
Mickey: Oh, so you’re a man. Nice tits for a bloke.
Amanda turns to Davey, facing away from Mickey, then slinks her head around and says in a sulky voice.
Amanda: No! I am not a man.
Then she curls her back around and nestles into Davey’s armpit.
Mickey: What’s wrong with that bitch? That’s what she said.
Davey: It’s Amanda, and she has Aspergers, so she can a little sensitive at times.
Mickey: Ass burgers, what’s that? Some sort of hemorrhoids or something.
Davey: Aspergers, A S P…
Mickey: Yeah Yeah, she’s fucking weird, I get it. Just keep her away from me cause that’s some scary shit man.
Amanda turns back toward Mickey and gets back in his face. She then says in a high pitched voice girlie voice.
Amanda: You wanna see some weird scary shit, do you Mickey?
Mickey: Nah Nah, you just go back to to your boy friend over there, it’s all good. So who’s this freaky bastard behind me then?
Davey: That’s the Brazilian.
Tzor: I’m Russian.
Davey: No need to rush man, I pay you for as long as it takes. All day if I have have to.
Amanda: Yeah, I want to watch you torture him real slow.
Tzor: No I am from Russia you idiots.
Davey: Oh, we were told you were Brazilian.
Tzor holds up a set of sheep shears.
Tzor: I can give him a Brazilian if you like.
Amanda: Now that could be interesting.
He then holds up a set of garden shears and opens them up and slams them closed before picking up a rasp and pretending to file his nails.
Tzor: Or I could give him a manicure and cut his nails with these, or file them with this.
Mickey: I couldn’t hear properly under the hood, but I thought you said he was a Bulge Arien.
Tzor: What are you saying, that I am fat.
Davey: No I think he meant Bulgarian.
Mickey: No, I was saying he is fat.
Tzor: Can I begin to torture now?
Davey: Hold on a moment, e should at least give him the opportunity to talk first before we start to dismember him piece by piece. So where did you stash the money and the jewels.
Mickey: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Tzor: Torture now?
Davey: Wait a second. The loot from Monday’s heist, we know you were the one who stashed it. We have our sources.
Mickey: I think your sources are from CNN mate, because they are obviously fake. Look I have no idea what heist or jewels you are talking about, really.
Tzor: Can I torture him now?
Davey: Just hold on a moment Thor.
Tzor: It’s Tzor not Thor. First you think I’m from Brazil, then Bulgaria and now fucking Asgard.
Amanda again slides over to Mickey and starts smelling around his neck and gesturing her face close to his.
Amanda: Can I please torture him first, I can already smell the fear.
Mickey: Look I told you I don’t know anything, just keep that crazy bitch away from me.
Amanda: I’m not crazy.. I have Aspergers.
Mickey: Yeah, that’s what scares me.
She then rolls her head around his and rubs her cheek up against his cheek. She then steps back and runs the back of her hand against his cheek and says;
Amanda: I think you may need a shave. Tzor, do you have anything I could shave this man with.
He holds up the sheep shears.
Amanda: No No, I think I would like something that will shave him a little closer.
He then picks up a cut throat razor and flicks it open. She gets all excited as she takes it from him.
Amanda: Ah perfect, my fiendish little god of thunder.
Mickey: Get her away from me Winters, this is not right.
Davey: How do you know my name?
Mickey: You introduced yourself to the Brazilian.
Tzor: I am fucking Russian.
Davey: Yes you have already said you’re in a hurry, whatever. Sorry Mickey, it’s out of my hands, when she makes her mind up about something, that’s it.
Mickey: But doesn’t she scare you?
Davey: Oh shit yeah.
Amanda then straddles Mickey and runs the razor down his face before then moving to her knees and starts to undo his belt.
Mickey: No No No. Tell her to stop.
Davey: Then tell us where the jewels are.
Mickey: Well they’re not down there. Well they are, but not the ones you’re looking for.
Amanda: How do you know that for sure. Maybe I would like to hang these jewels around my neck.
Mickey: Get her away from me.
Davey: Well tells us what we want to hear then.
Mickey: Okay, okay I’ll tell you.
Amanda straddles him again and turns her head so her ear is next to his mouth.
Amanda: I want you to whisper it into my ear.
Mickey: It’s in a railway locker at Central station, and the key is in my cutlery drawer at home.
Davey: Now that wasn’t so hard was it?
Mickey: I’ve told you what you wanted to hear, now get her off me.
Tzor: So does this mean I don’t get to torture him.
Davey: No, that’s alright Thor, I will have the money transferred into your account by the end of the day.
Tzor: It’s Tzor, and I am Russian.
Davey: Yeah I know you’re in a hurry mate, you keep saying. You can leave anytime you want now.
Tzor: Fucking Kiwi’s
Davey: Settle mate, I’m an Aussie.
Tzor: Whatever!
Tzor starts to pack up his gear.
Amanda is still straddled over Mickey when a car backfires outside the warehouse. She gets startled and swings around quickly, holding the razor and nicks Mickey’s face on the way through. She screams out in a panic.
Amanda: What was that?
Davey: Just a car backfiring sweety, it’s all okay.
Mickey: What the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch. I told everything you wanted to hear. Why the fuck did you cut me?
Amanda looks at the blood running down his face and is really apologetic in her response. Before she licks the blood off his face.
Amanda: I am really sorry. Here, let me clean that off for you.
Mickey: Get the fuck off me you lunatic.
Davey: C’mon Amanda, he’s given us what we want, it’s time to go and get the key now.
Amanda: I suppose you’re right, he has been a good boy hasn’t he. I think I’ll let him live today. Fuck it, no I won’t
Amanda the takes a backward swing with the razor and slashes Mickey’s throat. Blood start gushing out and Mickey actually starts laughing as he is gurgling.
Davey: You Idiot Amanda, what did you do that for? We didn’t get his address.
Amanda: I am not an idiot, I have Aspergers.
Davey: And why the fuck are you laughing, you have blood pissing out your throat.
Mickey: Because I lied, hahaha
Davey then wraps his hands around Mickey’s throat to try and stem the bleeding as Tzor leaves the room laughing and shaking his head.
Davey: Tell me where they are, tell me!
Mickey: Fuck you moron.
Davey then starts stamping his feet and screaming out “Damn it” over and over as it fades to black.
Written by Marty Hammond
Characters
Mickey Bryant: The Victim strapped to the Chair.
Amanda Sloane: Interrogator
Davey Winters: Interrogator
Tzor Ramnikov: Torturer
In the middle of an unused warehouse, a man is strapped to a chair with a black hood over his head. Amanda and Mickey are pacing in front of him as Mickey looks at his watch.
Mickey: Can you take this thing off please, it’s getting hot under here and I can hardly hear anything.
Davey: Not till the Brazilian gets here and don’t talk till we tell you to talk.
Moments later a tall man with a large stature walks through the door clutching a rolled up piece of canvas. Davey walks over to him and puts out his hand to shake hands. He looks down at Davey and refuses to shake hands.
Davey: Hi I am Davey Winters, I’m the one who called you.
Tzor: I am Tzor.
Davey: Sorry to hear that. What have done to yourself?
Tzor: What are you talking about?
Davey: You said you were sore.
Tzor: My name is Tzor, T Z O R. Tzor Ramnikov, now where can I put my tools.
Davey points to a table which is situated behind the victim. Davey then proceeds to take the hood off Mickey. He shakes his head and refocuses. He looks at Amanda and smiles.
Mickey: So who’s this good looking woman?
Amanda slinks over to Mickey and puts her face right up next to his and twists and turns her head a little before saying.
Amanda: I’m A- man- dah.
Mickey: Oh, so you’re a man. Nice tits for a bloke.
Amanda turns to Davey, facing away from Mickey, then slinks her head around and says in a sulky voice.
Amanda: No! I am not a man.
Then she curls her back around and nestles into Davey’s armpit.
Mickey: What’s wrong with that bitch? That’s what she said.
Davey: It’s Amanda, and she has Aspergers, so she can a little sensitive at times.
Mickey: Ass burgers, what’s that? Some sort of hemorrhoids or something.
Davey: Aspergers, A S P…
Mickey: Yeah Yeah, she’s fucking weird, I get it. Just keep her away from me cause that’s some scary shit man.
Amanda turns back toward Mickey and gets back in his face. She then says in a high pitched voice girlie voice.
Amanda: You wanna see some weird scary shit, do you Mickey?
Mickey: Nah Nah, you just go back to to your boy friend over there, it’s all good. So who’s this freaky bastard behind me then?
Davey: That’s the Brazilian.
Tzor: I’m Russian.
Davey: No need to rush man, I pay you for as long as it takes. All day if I have have to.
Amanda: Yeah, I want to watch you torture him real slow.
Tzor: No I am from Russia you idiots.
Davey: Oh, we were told you were Brazilian.
Tzor holds up a set of sheep shears.
Tzor: I can give him a Brazilian if you like.
Amanda: Now that could be interesting.
He then holds up a set of garden shears and opens them up and slams them closed before picking up a rasp and pretending to file his nails.
Tzor: Or I could give him a manicure and cut his nails with these, or file them with this.
Mickey: I couldn’t hear properly under the hood, but I thought you said he was a Bulge Arien.
Tzor: What are you saying, that I am fat.
Davey: No I think he meant Bulgarian.
Mickey: No, I was saying he is fat.
Tzor: Can I begin to torture now?
Davey: Hold on a moment, e should at least give him the opportunity to talk first before we start to dismember him piece by piece. So where did you stash the money and the jewels.
Mickey: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Tzor: Torture now?
Davey: Wait a second. The loot from Monday’s heist, we know you were the one who stashed it. We have our sources.
Mickey: I think your sources are from CNN mate, because they are obviously fake. Look I have no idea what heist or jewels you are talking about, really.
Tzor: Can I torture him now?
Davey: Just hold on a moment Thor.
Tzor: It’s Tzor not Thor. First you think I’m from Brazil, then Bulgaria and now fucking Asgard.
Amanda again slides over to Mickey and starts smelling around his neck and gesturing her face close to his.
Amanda: Can I please torture him first, I can already smell the fear.
Mickey: Look I told you I don’t know anything, just keep that crazy bitch away from me.
Amanda: I’m not crazy.. I have Aspergers.
Mickey: Yeah, that’s what scares me.
She then rolls her head around his and rubs her cheek up against his cheek. She then steps back and runs the back of her hand against his cheek and says;
Amanda: I think you may need a shave. Tzor, do you have anything I could shave this man with.
He holds up the sheep shears.
Amanda: No No, I think I would like something that will shave him a little closer.
He then picks up a cut throat razor and flicks it open. She gets all excited as she takes it from him.
Amanda: Ah perfect, my fiendish little god of thunder.
Mickey: Get her away from me Winters, this is not right.
Davey: How do you know my name?
Mickey: You introduced yourself to the Brazilian.
Tzor: I am fucking Russian.
Davey: Yes you have already said you’re in a hurry, whatever. Sorry Mickey, it’s out of my hands, when she makes her mind up about something, that’s it.
Mickey: But doesn’t she scare you?
Davey: Oh shit yeah.
Amanda then straddles Mickey and runs the razor down his face before then moving to her knees and starts to undo his belt.
Mickey: No No No. Tell her to stop.
Davey: Then tell us where the jewels are.
Mickey: Well they’re not down there. Well they are, but not the ones you’re looking for.
Amanda: How do you know that for sure. Maybe I would like to hang these jewels around my neck.
Mickey: Get her away from me.
Davey: Well tells us what we want to hear then.
Mickey: Okay, okay I’ll tell you.
Amanda straddles him again and turns her head so her ear is next to his mouth.
Amanda: I want you to whisper it into my ear.
Mickey: It’s in a railway locker at Central station, and the key is in my cutlery drawer at home.
Davey: Now that wasn’t so hard was it?
Mickey: I’ve told you what you wanted to hear, now get her off me.
Tzor: So does this mean I don’t get to torture him.
Davey: No, that’s alright Thor, I will have the money transferred into your account by the end of the day.
Tzor: It’s Tzor, and I am Russian.
Davey: Yeah I know you’re in a hurry mate, you keep saying. You can leave anytime you want now.
Tzor: Fucking Kiwi’s
Davey: Settle mate, I’m an Aussie.
Tzor: Whatever!
Tzor starts to pack up his gear.
Amanda is still straddled over Mickey when a car backfires outside the warehouse. She gets startled and swings around quickly, holding the razor and nicks Mickey’s face on the way through. She screams out in a panic.
Amanda: What was that?
Davey: Just a car backfiring sweety, it’s all okay.
Mickey: What the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch. I told everything you wanted to hear. Why the fuck did you cut me?
Amanda looks at the blood running down his face and is really apologetic in her response. Before she licks the blood off his face.
Amanda: I am really sorry. Here, let me clean that off for you.
Mickey: Get the fuck off me you lunatic.
Davey: C’mon Amanda, he’s given us what we want, it’s time to go and get the key now.
Amanda: I suppose you’re right, he has been a good boy hasn’t he. I think I’ll let him live today. Fuck it, no I won’t
Amanda the takes a backward swing with the razor and slashes Mickey’s throat. Blood start gushing out and Mickey actually starts laughing as he is gurgling.
Davey: You Idiot Amanda, what did you do that for? We didn’t get his address.
Amanda: I am not an idiot, I have Aspergers.
Davey: And why the fuck are you laughing, you have blood pissing out your throat.
Mickey: Because I lied, hahaha
Davey then wraps his hands around Mickey’s throat to try and stem the bleeding as Tzor leaves the room laughing and shaking his head.
Davey: Tell me where they are, tell me!
Mickey: Fuck you moron.
Davey then starts stamping his feet and screaming out “Damn it” over and over as it fades to black.
