Fallen – Adult Males – Dramatic

“Come on out!” from the film “Fallen” Police detective John Hobbes discovers that the serial killer he’s been pursuing is actually a demon named Azazel that inhabits human bodies and uses them to kill. Ideal for Adult Males in their 40s. 1-2 Mins.

Written By: Nicholas Kazan

MAGUIRE and HOBBES:

HOBBES

Come on out! I know you’re here! What do you want now? Haven’t you had enough fun? (answering himself) Or is there something more? What? Another test? Another torture? You got me to kill someone. You murdered my brother. What more do you want?!

 

Maguire steps out into view

 

MAGUIRE

I just want to bring you in.

 

HOBBES

So it’s you.

 

MAGUIRE

I know you’ve got a gun. Drop it.

 

HOBBES

Or else what? You’ll shoot me? That’d be too easy. Where’s the fun in that?

 

MAGUIRE

Just drop the gun, huh?

 

JONESY

Do what he says, Hobbes.

 

HOBBES

Two of you?

 

This doesn’t fit his plan. He looks back and forth between them, trying to decide which one is Azazel, and then focuses on his partner

 

HOBBES

(painted at the idea) Jonesy? (Are you Azazel?)

 

The other men are on opposite sides of Hobbes, both of them in character.

Hobbes carefully takes out his gun, drops it, stalls for time

 

HOBBES

I didn’t do it, guys. I didn’t do any of it.

 

 

JONESY

I know that, Hobbes.

 

MAGUIRE

We’d both like to believe that. But we have to bring you in.

 

JONESY

Why?

 

Maguire blinks in astonishment, shoots Jonesy a look

 

JONESY

What if we came up here and he’d disappeared into the wilderness… and we drove his car into the lake, end of story?

 

MAGUIRE

What the fuck’re you talkin’ Jonesy? We came to bring in the son of a bitch so he could stand trial. If he did it, fine. If he didn’t, even better. But it’s not our job to decide that.

 

JONESY

You’re quite right, Mack. I don’t know what got into me. (steps forward) Sorry Hobbes. (raises his gun, aims) I gotta put on the cuffs.

 

Jonesy moves forward. Hobbes’ eyes are shifting; he’s trying to figure out how to escape. And which – if either – of these men is the demon. Jonesy stops. Still aiming his pistol right at Hobbes, so he has no chance to run. And odd frozen moment. Why did Jonesy stop?

 

JONESY

You know, Maguire… Life is chock full of surprises.

 

Jonesy moves his gun just five degrees – from Hobbes to Maguire. Maguire frowns. Jonesy shoots. A look of complete astonishment on Maguire’s face… and he falls dead. Hobbes is also stunned. Is this the real Jonesy or the demon?

 

HOBBES

Why’d you do that?

 

JONESY

(casually) Come on. I’m your partner. (gesture towards woods) Go on, you’re free. Run.

 

Hobbes looks at the woods, then back at Jonesy. He isn’t sure if he runs and Jonesy is the demon, won’t Jonesy shoot him in the back?

 

JONESY

(smiles) Keep thinking, Hobbes.

Hobbes’ expression changes; he suspects.

 

JONESY

(nasty, amused) So. Now Jonesy’s fucked too. He just shot his boss.

 

HOBBES

Azazel.

 

JONESY

Yes. The demon himself. How about that, Hobbes? You’re fucked, Jonesy’s fucked. One at a time, eh? That’s how we get you. One by one… Your partners body fits me just fine. See the deal? If I kill you, it’s the final pathetic chapter in the life of another disgraced hero. You’re just one more piece of shit human scum. (cheerfully). Or, turn it around! If I die, I’ll enter you – and before you go down, I’ll  put 20 more murders on your tab! Do I have a preference? Huh? What’s maximum fun? I thing you can guess, can’t you?, what maximum fun is?

 

Slowly he raises his pistol towards his own head…

 

JONESY

Sure you can.

 

His gun moving slowly, inevitably, toward his temple…

 

JONESY

Maximum fun is… (with a big smile) I become you.

 

Just before the barrel reaches his skull Hobbes flies at him. They careen to the floor. They’re wrestling over Jonesy’s pistol. Their bodies entwined, grappling. Visually: it feels like we’re watching something mythic

 

HOBBES

What do you want? My heart? Soul? You’ll never get them.

 

JONESY

Fuck you, and fuck your heart and fuck your soul. And that’s a promise.

 

Is “Jonesy” weakening… or is it intentional: the pistol is now pointed at his head. But Hobbes does not fire. Why? He keeps pushing the point of the gun lower, lower… till it’s aimed at “Jonesy’s” chest. A wrenching burst of energy. The men fly apart as the gun goes off. Silence. We can’t tell who was hit. Both bodies lie immobile in the darkness. We hear “Jonesy” laugh. He’s on the ground. Bleeding. Hobbes appears over him.

 

JONESY

(pained, playful) Sww, you got me, Hobbes. But isn’t that hust ego?, huh?, to want to kill me yourself? What difference’s it make?

 

HOBBES

Not much.

 

Hobbes takes a cigarette pack from his shirt pocket. Knocks one out, lights it.

 

HOBBES

But sometimes little things are important. Besides, I want to talk. (puffs on cigarette) I think you were right: what Reese said? Milano was just like me. And he was trying to do just what I am. That’s why he bought this place, seven miles from nowhere… (another puff) But you didn’t get it, did you? He didn’t quite pull it of, so you didn’t get it.

 

JONESY

Get what?

 

HOBBES

You didn’t get it with him, and you still don’t get it with me.

 

JONESY

I don’t get it, and I don’t give a shit.

 

HOBBES

Don’t you? Open your eyes, Azazel. Look around sometime.

 

The way Hobbes says this is creepy, as though he’s won. For the first time in any human body, Azazel (as “Jonesy”) looks nervous. His eyes scan the room…

 

HOBBES

Don’t you see anything… different?

 

“Jonesy’s” eyes come back to Hobbes, puffing away. “Jonesy” stares at him.

 

JONESY

(frowns) You don’t…

 

He stops talking, overcome by a wave of pain. Hobbes smiles casually, takes another puff.

 

HOBBES

What’d you say?

 

JONESY

I said… you don’t… (talking with great difficulty) you don’t smoke.

 

Hobbes smiles again, takes an even bigger draw, a long and heavy draw, pulling the smoke down into his lungs.

 

HOBBES

That’s right, Azazel. I don’t.

 

A horrible look of realization coming onto “Jonesy’s” face.

 

HOBBES

’Cause cigarettes kill.

 

JONESY

No…

 

HOBBES

Especially: cigarettes laced with poison.

 

JONESY

Noooooo!

 

He spins, writhes his body contorting, his eyes rolling back

 

HOBBES

Ever hear of a “scorched earth” policy? An army destroys its own country before the enemy invades.

 

“Jonesy’s” body clenches… He glares at Hobbes…

 

HOBBES

Seven miles from nowhere. You got no place to got but me.

 

“Jonesy” starts to shake…harder, harder.

 

HOBBES

Come on, Azazel. Enter me, and we die together.

 

Suddenly “Jonesy” has a huge horrifying spasm and stops. Completely. Dead. Hobbes stares down at Jonesy’s body… on his face as he waits for the demon… Very softly, almost inaudible, saying goodbye to this world

 

HOBBES

God bless you Gretta.

God bless you, Sam.

 

 

 

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