Accommodations part III

BLACK

The screen dark and silent for 8 seconds.

Through the darkness sounds of a saw cutting into something hard. Like nails on a chalkboard, the sawing sound grinds away.

POV of eyes opening and vision coming into focus.

INT. BASEMENT

Shayna begins to be aware of her surroundings.

It is dark, cold, and damp. Stone walls glisten orange from the candles, but the brightest source of light comes from an oven built into the wall. The oven roars with fire. Unmarked barrels are placed in the corner of the room. Cleaned and displayed skeletons are lined up against the walls with tags hanging from their shoulders.

The owner stands in front of a work bench, facing away from Shayna. He saws away at what Shayna now realizes is the legs of a corpse.

Shayna tries to get up but she is being restrained by her feet and her arms stretched above her head.

She grunts and wiggles trying to free herself.

The sawing stops.

The owner turns around.

He smiles and walks to the side of the struggling girl.

OWNER

Good, your up. How was your sleep? I've 

been told that people leave here with the 

best rest of their lives.

SHAYNA

Let me go!

OWNER

Go? First, let me ask. Why did 

you become an actress?

SHAYNA

Your insane!

OWNER

It's hard for the normal people to tell the difference

between genius and insanity, so I won't hold that

against you. But, you didn't answer my question.

Shayna spits in his faces.

He squints his eyes and walks over to his work table.

He grabs a bloody rag and wipes his face. This rubs blood onto his face. He looks like a tribal warrior in war paint, wearing a suit.

He struts his way back to Shayna's side.

OWNER

You know what I think it is?

He aggressively crams the bloody rag into Shayna's mouth.

OWNER (CONT.)

There's a few different reasons it could be.

One, that you just need to be the center of attention.

You need to put yourself on display. And, with that I

can help.

He points to the skeletons against the wall.

OWNER (CONT.)

After I am done, that will be you. I will clean the 

meat from your bones and sell them 

to the university. Then, you will be on

display for young aspiring doctors.

BEAT

OWNER

Then again, there is another reason it could be. 

There are some people in your line of work 

who feel that they actually make a difference in 

people's lives. Now, you actually will have a 

chance to do good. Your organs will be 

sold to help people and save lives.

The owner taps his bloodstained temple with his finger.

OWNER

But, the real reason you do it? You want to entertain.

Although all the other goals are in vain, this one I get.

Who doesn't want to be entertained?

The owner paces around the room.

OWNER

You may be asking yourself, "What's this all about?"

Entertainment. Only if theater could capture the 

joy that I feel right now. Unfortunately for you, 

your story is at it's climax, and now it has to end.

The bell hop enters the basement through a stairwell in the back.

BELL HOP

Sir, our next guest has just arrived. Perhaps, you 

should clean up and greet them.

The owner looks at the bell hop and then back to Shayna.

OWNER

I'm a busy man. I'll have to get back with you later.

Hope I don't keep you waiting too long.

The owner turns and walks to the stairs.

The bell hop stays behind, standing near Shayna.

The owner stops at the bottom of the stairs.

OWNER

Are you coming?

BELL HOP

I have prepared everything I can up there. 

I was going to put some fuel in the fire. 

The way it looks now, you're going to

cook the flesh instead of burn it.

OWNER

You know, you have surprised me. I know you were...

 apprehensive, but I don't know if I could 

have done this without you.

The owner walks up the stairs.

The bell hop walks his way to the top of the table Shayna is strapped to.

He puts his hand on a wheel that controls the tension on her restraints.

SHAYNA

Please! Don't do this!

CLICK

The bell hop flicks the release lever on the wheel.

Shayna's straps loosen.

BELL HOP

We have no time to waste if we are going

to get out of here.

TO BE CONTINUED...