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Night of Terror
Written by Bill Richmond
Second draft - September 9, 1982
We have altered the original format for ease of reading.
Ariel, still screaming, runs to the other side of the room as the Evil Greystone stalks her.
You lied to me. You weren't at my picnic
The Evil Greystone laughs and keeps coming. Ariel remembers her hat pin and holds it out menacingly. He laughs at the absurdity of this sight. There is a bolt of lightning and clap of THUNDER. Ariel looks down at the hat pin and there is a large spider on it, crawling towards her hand. She flings the hat pin to the floor and dashes across the room and out the door, slamming it behind her
She stand [sic] momentarily outside the door trying to decide which way to go. Suddenly, Greystone comes crashing through the door. Ariel screams for help and runs off down the hall with him in hot persuit [sic].
She comes to another door, opens it and runs through.
She enters and slams the door behind her. She then, frantically begins pushing furniture up against the door to block it. First a dresser, then a chair, a chest, another chair. Just when it looks as though she might have enough pieces against the door to stop him, she looks to one side of the door where she sees his hand come slashing right through the heavy concrete wall.
Now you're getting nuts.
She spots another door across the room and runs to and out of it.
Ariel running down the hall.
Marko is in the living room, trying to figure out which way to go when he hears Ariel's SCREAM. He draws his sword.
Ariel . . . in here!
He turns to see Ariel come running down the stairs.
Oh, Marko, thank the gods you're here.
Where's Greystone! [sic]
He's . . . wait a minute. Are you sure you're Marko. [sic]
If I'm not, some stranger used my toothbrush this morning.
Ariel slowly backs towards the fireplace.
I have to be sure.
What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking about, weirdo.
Weirdo . . . me?
You're going to attack me.
Princess Ariel, I would sooner be damned through eternity.
Ariel has backed into a position where the fireplace tools are close in back of her.
I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing.
You don't know what's gone on in here.
We'll talk about it later. I must find Greystone.
You're not going to like him. He's changed, like you've probably changed.
I haven't changed. Now, come on.
Okay, if you're really Marko, and I can trust you, put your sword away.
He sheaths his sword.
Now, what did I have for lunch today?
I have no idea.
Carpacca salad, weirdo!!!
With that she pulls the fireplace poker from behind her back and hits Marko in the head. He falls in a heap.
Well, come on . . . go up in smoke like the rest.
She waits for a beat . . . nothing happens.
Oh, oh. You are Marko, aren't you?
She kneels down to comfort him.
I'm real sorry about this.
She hears FOOTSTEPS approaching.
I'll get back to you.
She gets up and runs for the stairs.
Vector and Blackpool are still drinking, and while Blackpool seems quite in command of himself, Vector is having trouble concentrating on the game.
It's beginning to get light outside, Vector. Surely our friends are dead by now.
Why don't we call off this stupid game and turn in.
Call off the game, Sire? We're playing for a million kolnas and my monocle.
. . . and your hat.
But, Vector, you've become so serious and boring.
The game takes all my concentration.
You're right. Here, have some more wine. It will sharpen your senses.
He starts to pour wine in Vector's glass.
No more for me, thanks.
Oh, come now, Vector, I can't stand to drink alone. It makes me nasty.
He continues to pour, missing the glass and then overflowing it onto the table.
He wipes the wine off with his hand into Vector's lap.
Vector reluctantly raises his glass, still trying desperately to keep his concentration on the game.
To a new day and a victorious one in the kingdom of Blackpool.
Yes, a victorious one.
I want to plan some kind of an attack on the South while they are recovering from the news of Greystone and Ariel's death.
Perhaps I should hit them on the day of the state funeral. What a delightful touch, right?
Perhaps you can teach me some devastating spectacle to hurl at them with my monocle.
Unless, of course, you win it back. Then you can conjure up your own spectacle.
I would enjoy that.
I hope you won't use it against me, though, Vector. Surely you wouldn't do something like that.
Never. Your Highness.
Good. Well, let's finish this stupid game.
I believe it's your move.
Blackpool nonchalantly moves one of his pieces. Vector smiles triumphantly and again moves his piece up the pyramid, knocking others out of the way until his is on top.
Blackpool smiles at him and pours himself another drink.
Good night, Vector.
He downs the drink.
Uhhh, the monocle, Sire.
The monocle. I just won the game.
Blackpool stands and stares at him for what seems like an eternity. He then slowly fingers the monocle, and aims it at the table. The game and all the pieces disappear, leaving only the table and wine glasses.
Vector just stands frozen and stares with eyes full of hatred at the smiling Blackpool. Blackpool picks up a glass.
One for the road?
Vector shakes his head "no" and begins to stagger out of the room, knocking over chairs and tables on the way.
I might as well tell you, I don't wear a hat.
He turns and exits. We HOLD ON Blackpool for a beat.
Now, that was fun.
He downs his drink, then passes out on the floor.
Ariel is climbing stairs to this hallway and we see OVER HER SHOULDER the Evil Greystone coming after her. At the the [sic] top of the stairs she trips and falls and comes face to face with a snake on the floor. Unable to turn back, she spies a large bookcase on the landing and pulls it over on top of the snake. She runs on down the hall.
She comes to a door and hears a voice from behind it.
Ariel . . . Ariel.
She flings open the door.
Baaldorf is standing there, holding his head under his arm.
There is THUNDER and lightning. She slams the door shut and runs on down the hall. She sees something and screams again. More THUNDER and lightning.
Blackpool is coming at her with a dagger.
She turns and screams again.
A door opens and Lattinia comes out and towards her.
She turns around.
Marko opens another door and comes at her.
She starts running back down the hallway and stops short when she sees . . .
Greystone and Baaldorf.
She goes through another door.
This is a rickety stairway covered with cobwebs. Ariel starts climbing as some of the rotting steps break under her feet. She tries to catch her balance on the bannister, which falls off. She barely is able to keep from falling with it. She starts up and a hand reaches in from below and grabs her ankle.
It is Evil Greystone.
She kicks at him, getting loose. She continues to climb as his hands keep grabbing at her feet. Finally, she comes to a trapdoor at the top of the stairs and bangs at it wildly to get it to open. The Evil Greystone grabs her ankle. The trapdoor then opens and a hand comes down and grabs her arms, pulling her up and out of the grasp of Evil Greystone.
The real Greystone is pulling Ariel up into the room.
Is that you?
Yes, it's me.
He embraces her.
I hope so, 'cause I'm finished.
The trapdoor is pushed up and the Evil Greystone forces his way up into the room.
I'm not finished. Stand aside.
Ariel moves over to the wall as the Evil Greystone comes on up all the way and the two men duel. CUTTING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN Ariel and the two men we see what surely must be a fight to the death. In time, Ariel becomes confused as to which one is which. First one has the upper hand, then the other. Finally, one of them makes a mighty thrust and knocks the other out the window. There is a moment of silence as Greystone and Ariel face each other.
The Demon is dead. You are safe.
She runs into his arms and they embrace warmly.
We see Greystone slowly draw his dagger and prepare to plunge it into her back.
His head spins around and it is now the face of Karnaj. Ariel screams. THUNDER and lightning. Suddenly, he screams and disappears in a puff of smoke. As the smoke clears we see the real Greystone, half in the window, holding his knife where it has plunged into Karnaj's back.
She crosses to him as he climbs the rest of the way in the window. They kiss and embrace.
It CREAKS open slowly.
They prepare for the worst.
It opens all the way and Marko comes up. Nobody is sure.
Listen, I just killed Blackpool, the King and Queen . . . and myself. Did I do the right thing?
They all breathe a sigh of relief and embrace, as we:
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