Martin being strapped up in a jacket
Wearing a black mask that covers his face
Richard's explanation about the mask
The ten million dollar offer
Joshua's introduction
The build-up and dark tone
Let's go:
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🕯️ Scene: Inside a Government Facility – Holding Sector 7
[A long, sterile corridor stretches forward. Dim lights buzz faintly above. James is walking alone, stopping near a corner where Richard, the facility manager, stands.]
James (quietly):
"Someone asked to meet Martin?"
Richard (nods):
"Yeah. Someone showed up out of nowhere. Claims he has authorization. Name's Joshua."
James (sighs):
"Another one…"
Richard:
"He says it's business. Big money. Ten million dollars kind of business."
James (frowns):
"He wants to buy Martin?"
Richard:
"Exactly. I said no. But he's persistent."
[James walks away silently, then turns back briefly.]
James:
"Keep your eyes open. People like that… they don't come alone."
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🚪 Scene: Visitor Holding Room
[The metal doors open with a deep clang. Joshua steps in, flanked by two bodyguards in expensive black suits. He wears designer clothes, a sharp silver tie, and a smug expression.]
Richard (firmly):
"This is the meeting chamber. You'll speak to him through reinforced soundproof glass. There are two guards inside the containment room in case he… reacts."
Joshua (chuckling):
"Reacts? What is he — a beast?"
[Richard presses a button. Through a thick glass wall, Martin is revealed — seated and restrained. His arms are locked inside a dark jacket, tight across the chest. He wears a matte black face mask that covers everything below his eyes, tightly strapped around his head.]
Joshua (squinting):
"What's with the mask?"
Richard (coldly):
"Facility protocol. We don't allow certain criminals to show their faces. For security. And... legal reasons."
Joshua:
"You think the public's afraid of a face?"
Richard (shrugs):
"More afraid of what comes out of it."
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🧊 Scene: Martin's Cell
[Inside the glass chamber, Martin sits quietly. Legs crossed, body still. Eyes half-lidded, watching the wall. He doesn't move as Joshua steps forward to the other side of the glass.]
Joshua (mocking):
"Martin, huh? So that's the monster everyone's afraid of. I gotta say… the mask makes you look like a patient, not a predator."
[Martin doesn't respond. Just watches.]
Joshua (pressing forward):
"I'm here with an offer. Ten million dollars. For you."
[Silence.]
Joshua:
"My client wants you. Doesn't care about the blood, the deaths, the bodies. Just your mind. Your… value."
[Martin finally shifts his gaze to meet Joshua's eyes. His voice is muffled but still sharp behind the mask.]
Martin (calmly):
"I see."
Joshua (smiling):
"You come with us. You get books, comfort, privacy. No chains. No glass. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Martin (quietly):
"You want to move me from one cage… to another."
Joshua (shrugs):
"Call it what you like. But it pays better than this box."
Martin (leans slightly forward, the chains creaking):
"How amusing… trying to buy the devil and expecting change."
Joshua (frowns slightly):
"Come again?"
Martin:
"I bite the nurse who took my blood. The one who smiled too much. You think I won't bite you?"
[Joshua taps the glass once, smirking.]
Joshua:
"You're chained. Muzzled. Nothing but a relic now."
Martin (softly):
"Relics survive history. You? You'll be forgotten the moment you leave this room."
[Silence again. The tension thickens. Joshua straightens his coat, adjusting his sleeves.]
Joshua:
"My client still wants you. So I'll make this offer again. Nicely."
Martin (head tilts):
"Do it. But next time… bring me someone worth manipulating."
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🔒 [As Joshua walks out, Richard meets him outside the chamber.]
Richard:
"Finished?"
Joshua (shrugs):
"You keep him in there. I'll talk to the man above you next."
Richard (smiles):
"Good luck with that."
[Martin sits motionless behind the glass. His breathing is steady. Eyes narrowed. He's not angry. Just… waiting
🎭 Scene: After Joshua's Offer – Martin's Holding Room
[Interior – Martin is strapped in the black jacket, his mouth covered by a restraint muzzle. The room is dim. Joshua, well-dressed and grinning, walks slowly toward Martin. Richard watches silently from the side.]
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Joshua (smirking):
"Ya buddy… come and hug me? Oh wait… you can't. Chains, huh?"
[Martin doesn't move. Just that calm stare. Joshua leans a bit closer.]
Joshua:
"So tell me… what's the thing you're gonna say now? You know how to talk your way into people's heads, right?"
Martin (quietly, muffled through the muzzle):
"You know how to pretend, don't you?"
Joshua:
"I see. Well, here—this is for you."
[Joshua casually pulls a folded letter from his sleeve and slips it into Martin's jacket pocket—so fast and subtle, no guard notices.]
Martin (eyes focused, still calm):
"…Even though I can't see you… I know you're standing right in front of me."
[Joshua bends closer, whispering faintly so the guards don't hear.]
Joshua:
"Keep silent. It's from her"
[Then, loud again:]
Joshua:
"Well, that's that. I'll head out now."
[He turns and walks out casually. The guards begin to move.]
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🔁 Scene Shift: Just before Martin is escorted back to his prison cell
Martin (speaking suddenly, turning his head toward Richard):
"Hey Richard… don't be passive. Your ass is going to get packed real soon."
[The guards tense up, one steps forward—but Richard holds up a hand.]
Richard (stern):
"Don't. Let him talk."
Martin (tilts his head, calm):
"And your girlfriend… heard she died after getting raped. Tragic. But that's what happens when you live soft and think the world owes you safety."
[One of the younger guards clenches his fists. Richard doesn't move. His jaw tightens, but he holds back.]
Martin (softly):
"Killing me? Hurting me? Sure. Might make you feel better for a few minutes. But it won't fix you, Richard."
Martin (smirking now):
"Take care of yourself, my boy. You're what—forty, if I recall?"
Richard (quiet):
"Yeah. Why?"
Martin:
"…Just asking."
[Silence. Martin leans back calmly in his restraints. No tension in his body at all.]
Richard (to guards):
"Put him back in his cell."
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⛓️ Final Cut: Inside Martin's Prison Cell
[Martin now inside his special glass cell. Alone. He sits. Slowly pulls the letter out from under his straitjacket with difficulty. He opens it. Reads. Smiles.]
Martin (softly):
"…So it begins."
[He folds the letter back, hides it inside the mattress fold, and leans his head back. The light buzzes above. Fade to black.]