Ama screenplay – First draft – Scene 16 (continued)

Ama screenplay – First draft – Scene 16 (continued)

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16. (continued)

PETER

Don’t listen to Samael. He’s in your mind and has been since you first came, playing with your memories, your emotions, and he’ll use them to cloud your thoughts.

JASON

Look, I don’t know how you know what you know, and, to be blunt, I don’t give a shit.

PETER grabs JASON’S shoulders and looks intently into his eyes.

PETER

Do you regret killing your wife? You don’t understand what’s happening here and you’ve no idea what will happen if you don’t repent. Regardless of your beliefs, both heaven and hell do exist. If you don’t show regret, now, you’re going to the latter.

SAMAEL

He has to mean it, Peter, don’t forget that bit, and you know the simple-minded shit don’t. He can’t just say it. You can’t have him unless he means it.

PETER

Hold your tongue, Samael, or I’ll ignite your foul breath and let you burn for a thousand years.

JASON knocks PETER’S hands away.

JASON

No! No, I don’t regret killing that evil bitch, and I’d do it again with relish if I had the chance. So, fuck off and leave me alone.

PETER lowers his head as a single tear rolls down his cheek.

PETER

I’m sorry, Jason.

JASON

Don’t sweat it, old man.

JASON pushes past PETER and makes for the bar, grabbing the empty pint glass as he walks by his table. He flinches as he hears the wispy voices of two DEMONS.

DEMON VOICE #1 (V.O.)

Cut his throat out.

DEMON VOICE #2 (V.O.)

Slam the glass into his face.

DEMON VOICE #1 (V.O.)

You’re a coward, Jason, if you don’t kill that disgusting, fat piece of excrement.

DEMON VOICE #2 (V.O.)

Are you a coward, Jason? Are you a weasel of a man?

DEMON VOICE #1 (V.O.)

He is. He’s the discarded afterbirth from a rancid whore.

The two DEMONS laugh.

HOBS’ eyes track JASON as he passes by, then it sits up and turns to VERMIS and licks the old man’s eager face.

Vermis begins unbuttoning his shirt with arthritic hands, while a gap-toothed smile grows across his face.

VERMIS

Okay, my beauty, I am for you.

JASON smashes the edge of the glass on the counter-top, then holds up the broken glass, threateningly towards SAMAEL

JASON

Open that fucking door, or you’re gonna have a bad day.

The DEMONS continue to laugh.

DEMON VOICE #1 (V.O.)

Go on, Jason. Cut the fat man. Cut him!

DEMON VOICE #2 (V.O.)

Cut him!

SAMAEL lifts the hinged section of the counter-top, then squeezes his enormous gut through the gap and joins JASON on the public side of the bar.

The DEMONS stop laughing.

JASON takes a jaded step backwards and his threatening stance diminishes.

SAMAEL

Go ahead. I’m done with this body now anyway. It’s dead, and the decaying flesh of your kind offends me.

JASON

What?

SAMAEL

I use it like you’d use a car, and when I’m done, I’ll go find another.

JASON

I… What?

SAMAEL

Time for a new one methinks. Who knows, maybe I’ll go ride your daughter for a while.

JASON

Emily… Emily’s dead… Don’t talk about my daughter.

SAMAEL

Is she? You think you know what life and death really are? The comprehension for the eternity of things is far beyond your grasp, you pathetic creature. You insignificant parasite. You’re lost in a stagnant pool of filth. Swimming in circles of shit as the pure ocean of existence is about to wash you away. You should have listened to Peter, Mr Jason Drake, because you are now fucked.

JASON

I… I want to leave.

DEMON VOICE #1 (V.O.)

You coward. If mice could talk, Jason, one just did.

SAMAEL

Before you’re taken to hell, tell me something. Do you think your daughter’s decaying body will still be juicy enough to grease my pole?

JASON smashes the broken glass into the side of SAMAEL’S head, shards cutting deep into the pale skin of his ear and cheek.

SAMAEL winces, and his balance falters, but he doesn’t fall. SAMAEL’S left cheek hangs in torn strips from the rest of his face. The lower half of his ear dangles from the side of his head by a thin shred of skin, but there is no sign of blood flowing. The flesh below his skin looks more pink than red and mottled with dark spots, but nothing at all resembling a fluid.

JASON glances down at his hand, and the cuts he received from the broken glass. Deep lacerations smile back at him from his slashed skin, but there is no blood.

JASON

What the hell?

SAMAEL

It died a while back. Oh, but wait, so did yours. But you and I are still walking and talking. Hmm… How’s that work then? Bit of a mind-fuck, you might say. Pain? Yes, you betcha there’s pain. You better get used to that because you’ve got an eternity of it ahead of you. Pain upon soul-crushing pain. Like nothing you’ve ever known before.

JASON cocks his arm back, preparing to ram his fist into SAMAEL’S face, but a sound from behind breaks his concentration: a short rip and then a wet splattering thud. JASON spins around.


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