Told Ya' (Short Film) by Douglas A. Osby obsidianfilm.com - 818-321-0952 FADE IN: INT. APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM -- EVENING DEREK, 20s, strong looking, sits in the center of the room, his arms tied behind his back to a dining room chair. He's half beaten to death. Angrily, he stares directly ahead. TYLER, 20s, sits back on a couch in front of him. He holds a freshly used wooden baseball bat lying across his legs. Dried blood all over it. All over his clothes. Tyler looks frustrated. TYLER We've been at this all day, Derek. I'm getting tired... aren't you getting tired? Derek doesn't respond. He can barely see past his swollen shut eyes, but his steely-eyed glare stays directly on Tyler. TYLER I just need you to tell me -- was it you? Derek spits blood out of his mouth onto the floor, but doesn't respond. TYLER I know you were there. I know you saw what happened. More silence... TYLER You know all this is really unnecessary... me beating you like this. We could've just talked... talked like old friends. Tyler clears his throat. TYLER I wanted to just talk -- like old friends... we are old friends aren't we? Derek has a look like if he was free -- he would kill Tyler.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. TYLER Well maybe not anymore. I can understand that. Tyler sits forward. TYLER (direct) I don't want to kill you. You know that. But I need you to tell me -- was it you? And if not -- who? Still no answer... Tyler sighs hard. Nodding his head... TYLER Okay. He stands and walks over to Derek. He steps in front of Derek -- like he's getting ready for a pitch. A sincere look like he doesn't want to do this. TYLER Okay, Derek -- batter up. Derek looks directly into Tyler's eyes. He finally tries to speak through a bloody broken jaw. Tyler can't hear and moves his ear closer to Derek's mouth. DEREK When I'm free -- I'm gonna tell you -- but you won't be able to hear it. Tyler stands frozen for a moment, pondering the comment then slowly starts to move his head away -- but Derek rapidly head-butts him -- knocking him off balance. Derek quickly stands, trying to pull his hands free. Tyler, lying on the floor, screams in pain, holding his head. The bat lying next to him. Derek finally pulls a hand free -- untying and ripping his other hand loose -- he turns, kicking Tyler deep in the ribs, quickly picking up the bat. He raises it above his head and violently brings it down -- over and over and over. When he's satisfied he lets the bat drop to the floor and crouches down to Tyler's bloody ear. He whispers, then stands up, looking down on Tyler's dead body...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3. DEREK Told ya'. The room fades. FADE OUT.