Here's a weird little sketch I wrote ages ago. I was just going to delete it from my computer but thought I'd get some thoughts before I did.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
A woman is tied to a wooden chair and stood in front of her
is a man. The scene is reminiscent of Reservoir Dogs, where
Mr. Blonde tortures the cop. The woman's mouth is taped, her
cries muffled.
MAN
(Referring to her taped mouth)
Where did you get that from?
WOMAN
(Muffled)
Mmmm-mmm-mm-mm-m.
He rips the tape off.
MAN
I didn't put tape on your mouth?
WOMAN
I know, I thought you had
forgotten. Sorry.
MAN
But how? Your hands are tied.
WOMAN
Yeah but not very well.
She demonstrates this by pulling her hands free and waving
them.
He notices a drop of blood roll down her cheek.
WOMAN
Oh yeah, I cut myself for ya as
well. Y'know, to show me you mean
business.
MAN
(Queasy)
Uh, I can't stand the sight of
blood.
He grabs his stomach and tries to steady himself. He leans
on a desk. A piece of paper sticks to his sweaty palm. He
takes a closer look.
MAN
What's this?
WOMAN
It's the ransom note.
MAN
I wasn't planning on asking for a
ransom.
WOMAN
Really? I come from a very wealthy
family you know...
MAN
(Reading)
Dear Mr Buckworth, I have your
daughter held to ransom. My demand
is the sum of five million pounds.
Each day you delay, I will send you
one of her fingers...
He looks back to the girl. Who begins to cut her finger off
with scissors.
WOMAN
Better show him you're serious.
MAN
(Pale and distressed)
Oh, f**k me.
She tosses him the finger.
MAN
(Screams)
Carrots! Carrots!!
WOMAN
Are you serious? It was just
getting good.
MAN
No. You've gone too far.
WOMAN
I was just getting into it.
MAN
When you said let's try role-play.
I thought you meant I'd, I
dunno, dress up as a fireman and
pretend to rescue you.
WOMAN
(Excited)
We could set the flat on fire!!
MAN
No, God. No.
