Mews should play ZANE in this script


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Posted by Pope Will at m209-202-71-105.on.tac.net on September 21, 2001 at 17:47:46:

On A Pale Horse

FADE IN:

INT. ZANE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

We are drifting toward a LIGHT at the end of a long, dark TUNNEL. Something like “Ride On” by AC-DC is playing through opening TITLES.

We then recognize the LIGHT source as a BARE LIGHT BULB in a sparse apartment as we emerge from a HAND GUN laying on the coffee table beside a few scattered, worthless, COINS. A sad young slacker, ZANE, twenty-six, picks up the pistol and sinks to the floor.

WIND BLOWS a crumpled EVICTION NOTICE from a GARBAGE bin.

It startles Zane. He looks to it with a hollow laugh, as if relieved, and points the gun to his lead.

The muzzle is in his right ear. His finger tenses, moving from handle to trigger guard. . . Presses guard.

Apartment DOOR CREEKS OPEN. Zane looks.

Nobody there. Zane turns to BLANK WALL opposite him.

Finger finds TRIGGER.

SPECTER of DEATH FLASHES, standing in the open doorway.

Zane glances, toppling back, startled, hand shooting up, FIRING a reflex BLAST.

Death’s non-reflective black form THUDS to the FLOOR, and reveals a SPLATTER of BLOOD on the wall.

Death’s head hits the floor, his HOOD withdrawn, with a dazed HUMAN FACE, his forehead gushing red.

Zane staggers to his feet, mouth agape, gun shaking.

A middle-aged lady, LACHESIS, steps up beside him--

LACHESIS
Excellent.
Zane flinches from her, hugging the gun to his chest.

LACHESIS
You shall now assume the office.
He who kills Death becomes Death.

Zane drops the pistol onto the sofa.

Lachesis glides over to the fallen Death.

ZANE
You’re working for my landlord.
He changes the locks again, I’ll
see him in court.

Lachesis stoops to grab Death’s cloak and beckons Zane--

LACHESIS
We don’t have excessive time, and
we don’t want to get blood on the
uniform. Now lift.

Zane reluctantly obeys, touches the corpse, and lifts.
. . .Then suddenly lets the body DROP--

ZANE
Who the fuck are you?

Lachesis busily works the cloak off of body with a huff--

LACHESIS
At the moment, I am Lachesis.
I determine the length of the threads.

ZANE
. . .Cheeses?

LACHESIS
You will not learn very much if you
interrupt. Now get his shoes.
I am the middle aspect of Fate.

Zane crouches, working on the shoes.

They’re invulnerable to heat, cold,
penetration, radiation, water. . .
as is the cloak.

Zane stands, kicks off ratty sneakers, and steps into the new black shoes.

LACHESIS
You must always be properly garbed
when making a collection. Your
predecessor was careless. Had he
closed that hood across his face. . .

Zane looks down at her and the previous Death.

Lachesis turns over the body.
It’s face now resembles that of Zane, with a BULLET HOLE from EAR to FOREHEAD.

LACHESIS
It is very important that you
perform better as Death than you
have as a living person.

MOMENTS LATER, the PISTOL remains lying on the sofa.

Zane sets it aside to sit down, fully decked out now as the Grim Reaper. He rests his chin on what appear to be bony hands. He gasps, recoiling from them.

Lachesis picks up the gun and sets it aside onto the coffee table, and sits beside Zane, in mid-conversation--

LACHESIS
. . .A few souls are in balance,
equal good and evil; and tend to cling
to their familiar housing. These are
the ones who need your assistance.

ZANE
But I don’t even know where to
locate my. . .clients.

LACHESIS
There should be an instruction manual
somewhere. Mortis can help you.

ZANE
Who is Mortis?


INT. DEATHMOBILE

White upholstery, white dash, black steering wheel of a Classic Ford Mustang muscle car. Zane fumbles the unlocked door and climbs into driver’s seat. He touches the steering wheel and notices FLASHING of the DEATHWATCH on his left wrist. Zane flinches at this.

Time: 8:05 PM. RED sweep hand is moving counter-clockwise. SECONDS are marked by mini INSET DIAL on the left, opposite day-time windows on right. Thirty-minute dial just below the noon spot CLICKS BACK from nine to eight. The watch BLINKS more intensely, with a soft BEEPING NOISE.

Zane looks to GLOVE COMPARTMENT, STEERING WHEEL, and raises his palms in confusion. He pats himself for a key, then feels for IGNITION at the wheel.

A simple touch SWITCH on the dashboard is marked ON/ OFF.
It GLOWS just enough to catch Zane’s eye.

He presses it, and the car HUMS to life. The front PANEL lights up, RADIO comes on, seat HARNESS clasps him.
Zane grips the wheel, for support, like an amusement park ride. Deathwatch switches from SIX to FIVE minutes.

His foot searches for and finds the GAS PEDAL.

EXT. DEATHMOBILE and APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

The white mustang, MORTIS, backs up, stopping millimeters from us at the curb. The glimpsed license plate reads: MORTIS. But what we’re focused on right now is a bumper sticker which says: DEATH IS NATURE’S WAY OF TELLING YOU TO SLOW DOWN. Mortis smoothly zips away into the small street, weaving through a trickle of TRAFFIC.


INT. DEATHMOBILE - NIGHT

There is a SMEAR of lights and activity rushing by the window. Zane feels the wheel move in his hands and lets go. The car is driving itself. Zane feels his heart.

His hand feels something there. From an inner pocket of
the cloak, he brings out a BRACELET with a broken band.

Three prominent JEWELS are set into it: an orange-yellow CAT’S EYE, a green GRINDSTONE with a LIGHT imperfection and a DARK imperfection sitting amid a grid. In the middle is a pink stone with a line and an ARROWHEAD POINT. . . The arrow TURNS.


EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Slowed, the Deathmobile turns a corner and parks improperly.

Zane wanders out, eyes on his bracelet, using it as a compass, passing a parking meter which reads: EXPIRED.

Zane looks up from his compass bracelet, stopping in the middle of an intersection where a small TRUCK and a tiny Japanese SUBCOMPACT have had a violent collision.

Zane looks in at the TRUCK DRIVER, then down to compass.

The ARROW is pointing AWAY FROM the truck.

Zane turns slightly to find a WOMAN in the subcompact wreck. He winces, then approaches.

A sliver of WINDSHIELD GLASS is in her neck, BLOOD is gushing, but she is not dead. CARS are heard SCREECHING.

The woman’s glazed eyes notice Zane, widening. She tries to scream. A whimper comes out.

Lachesis brushes Zane’s elbow--

LACHESIS
She must remain in terrible agony
until you take her soul. She and
all the others trying to die.
Don’t torture her, Death. Finish it.

The dying woman’s blank eyes REGISTER, tracking. . .

HER POINT OF VIEW: Zane approaches, face hidden from us now by a SKULL FACE, and reaches for her amid a BLACK LIMBO.
Her eyes CLOSE, restful, as Zane’s white-gloved HAND hooks out a COB-WEB or SOAP-BUBBLE film from her head.

Across the street, at Mortis, Zane is trying to shake the web-bubble from his hand like a clinging bit of spittle.

Lachesis stops in her tracks, mouth agape.

Zane tries to scrape it off using the bracelet. The film tears, clinging to other hand.

LACHESIS
Death! Death, Death, Death. Stop!
That’s her soul you’re brutalizing.

The silken strand SNAPS FREE. Zane steps back against the car, shaken--

ZANE
I’m sorry. God, it looks like snot.

LACHESIS
Fold the soul, pack it in your pouch,
and go on to the next client. When
you have a break in the schedule,
analyze the soul.

ZANE
For what? Where does it go?

LACHESIS
Heaven or Hell, generally.

ZANE
Trust me, Le Cheese. . .
I’m no judge of that.

LACHESIS
Laches-iss. And you are now.

Zane carefully folds the soul, using the hood of the car to flatten it, and gently puts it onto a zip-lock bag.

He looks back to Lachesis. She is gone.

Zane rounds the car, not noticing a small SPIDER crawling
up and away on a small strand of silk nearby.

INT. DEATHMOBILE

Zane sits there sulking. He takes out the SOUL of the woman, lit by the GLARE of oncoming HEADLIGHTS.

It has patterns of TRANSPARENCY and BLACKNESS.

Zane sets it aside, reaching for the glove compartment.

Several STONES are inside. He takes out two that are gently FLASHING, half-rounded, polished hemispheres. One is dull BROWN, the other dull YELLOW.

Zane sets their flat surfaces together to form a sphere.

He separates them, lays out the folded soul on the passenger seat, and slides each half across it.

He holds up the halves. Now one is bright WHITE and the other is solid BLACK. He fits them together again.
The cleavage MORPHS into a YING-YANG TAO symbol.
Zane lets go of it and it hovers for a moment.

It slowly rises to the ceiling, and Zane sighs in relief.

A few BUOYANT BALLS join it, escaping from the glove compartment.

Zane snatches up the others, returning them, grabbing a roll of Scotch tape as he stuffs back all but one.

He gently folds the soul, tapes it onto a buoyant ball, and winds down his window. The soul rises up and away.

Zane finds the merges stones now separated on the seat beside him, brown and yellow again.

He tucks them back into the glove compartment, careful the smaller balls won’t escape.

Zane’s WATCH FLASHES again.


EXT. AUSTRALIAN MOUNTAIN COTTAGE - MORNING

An angry middle-aged woman SHEILA, clutches a colored

VIAL of liquid, glances to a framed picture of her smiley HUSBAND and herself, and a MAGAZINE cover on the table, showing same smiley guy with arm around a TEENAGE GIRL.

To teach him a lesson, she tips back poison in one gulp.

She smacks her lips over the bitter taste and
turns to a COOKIE JAR on the table.

Zane steps up behind the counter. He picks up the jar--

ZANE
Take an antidote. Let’s talk.

Sheila runs out the door.

Take it! Imagine his girlfriend
consoling him at your funeral.

Sheila returns, takes a black fluid vial from cupboard, and chugs it. She grabs q cookie from the jar in Zane’s hand and munches, drinking the rest of the vial.

Better?

Sheila nods, but keeps her eyes down.

Now find a gun or a knife.

Now she looks at him like he’s an idiot.

I want you to kill me.

SHEILA
What do you think I am?

EXT. AUSTRALIAN MOUNTAIN COTTAGE

Sheila SHOVES Zane out the door and into the dirt--

SHEILA
Get your ass outta here, Death.
Crazy bastard.

Zane fumbles to his feet and backs off.


EXT. STADIUM PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Zane parks Mortis in a handicapped spot.

INT. STADIUM

Zane is sitting in the STANDS. A CROWD is doing “the wave.” Zane misses it, but gets it on the return.
An official WHISTLE is HEARD. The spectators sit, cringing at whatever violence may be typical in sport
(which is best left implied, rather than the fanciful,
expensive sport invented for the novel).

Zane follows their gazes, winces, and edges past to the stairs, presumably resuming his duties--

ZANE
Excuse me, thanks, excuse me. . .


EXT. LUNA’S HOUSE - NIGHT

A FENCE of iron SPIKES. An affluent suburban estate.
Two lean GRIFFINS patrol, cross-breed of eagle and lion.
They spread their wings, protecting the front door.
CLAWS spring out. A screaming GROWL starts.

Zane stands on the front walk, the Death car behind him.
He draws the cloak around him and holds up a long, curving SHAFT with two PEGS on it.
He grips it by these, and a massive, gleaming BLADE snaps out. It’s a switch-blade scythe!

The griffins part.

Zane looks out through narrow opening of hood, relieved.

He steps up to the door, holds up a fist to knock, then decides to let himself in.

INT. LUNA’S HOUSE

An old robed man in an easy chair, the MAGICIAN KAFTAN.

KAFTAN
Stay your hand a moment, Death.
Zane shuts the door, and folds up the scythe--

ZANE
I’m running late.

He glances at watch. It BEGINS FLASHING as if in answer.

KAFTAN
I am the Magician Kaftan. You will not
recognize the name. Magic hides my. . .

ZANE
Huh?

Zane steps closer hooking his finger at the man.

KAFTAN
Stop your watch for five minutes.
In return, I proffer you the
dominant option on the love of
my daughter. You remain a man
. . .behind the mask.

ZANE
What kind of a man would prostitute
his daughter for a few minutes
more life to chat with Death?

KAFTAN
Five minutes, no more.

Zane punches STOP on the DEATHWATCH.

ZANE
There’s a timer on this thing.

The Magician taps a gnarled finger on his arm rest, like pressing a button. A small BELL clangs.

KAFTAN
There is a complex plot afoot that
affects my daughter, Luna Kaftan.

Zane does a double-take. There is a naked young lady, LUNA KAFTAN, who has just entered. From what we can see at a distance she is slender and pretty with a bathing cap which might make her look relatively plain at first.
LUNA
What is it, Father?

KAFTAN
I have offered your love to
this person, Luna.

LUNA
What person?

KAFTAN
You can see him if you try. He is
the new Death.

LUNA
Death? So soon?

Zane looks away, embarrassed.

KAFTAN
I shall go with him shortly, but
I wanted you to meet him before I
give him the love potion with
your name on it.

LUNA
But I’m not even dressed.

KAFTAN
Then dress. I wish you to make an
impression so he will desire you.

LUNA (exiting)
As you wish, Father.

Kaftan turns his face up toward Zane again--

KAFTAN
I have protected her hitherto,
but I shall no longer be able.
Therefore, I am asking you.

ZANE
I thought you were offering me
sex with her in exchange for
five minutes of my time.

KAFTAN
It is a barbed offer, of course.
If you accept the bait, you will
find yourself emotionally committed.

ZANE
As Death, I can only do a thing you
wouldn’t want for your daughter.
As a man, I’m even less qualified.

KAFTAN
As a man, true, you are unremarkable.
I believe you are going to grow into
the office and become what you
presently are not. I was the one
who persuaded Fate to arrange your
placement at that office.

ZANE
How can I guard anyone? I’m Death.

KAFTAN
You are uniquely qualified in that.

Luna enters, now clothed, stopping Zane’s protest.

With make-up, chestnut brown hair down to her shoulders,
Luna seems more beautiful than while naked. In theory.
Saturn-stone earrings project colored rings on her shoulders, green slippers are shaped like a Luna moth, a chain with a MOONSTONE dangles between her breasts.

LUNA
Shall I dance for you?

ZANE
I don’t believe it.

LUNA
Well you should. You saw me nude.

ZANE
It’s just that. . .You’re for me?

KAFTAN
Oh, she is no gift. Luna has to
be won.
Zane slouches, pacing away, a burst bubble. Typical.

KAFTAN
And the winning is not straight-forward.
What you get is the first option to
compete.

ZANE
If I could compete, I wouldn’t be
here. I’d have a girlfriend and
a real job. I can’t compete.

KAFTAN
The Love-stone is here.

He indicates a small BLUE GEM on the table beside him.

Zane shakes his head no.

LUNA (half-hearted)
This is not your common locator stone.
This one compels love. Merely hold
it and look at the woman you desire
and she will be instantly afflicted
with overwhelming passion for you.

KAFTAN
You don’t find these on sale in
little knick-knack shops.

Zane eyes the stone, tempted, then--

ZANE
Thanks, no.

Kaftan shifts in his chair, looking to his daughter.

She gives him an apologetic look.

He holds up his palm with a dismissive wave.

She relaxes, knowing he does not think any less of her.

KAFTAN
I must proceed. The spell that extends
my life beyond its appointed time is
weakening, and I dare not use another.
ZANE
Aren’t you a powerful magician?

KAFTAN
Magic is addictive, and often damning.
White magic is generally harmless, but
it can lead stage by stage to more potent
black magic, which gradually corrupts
the user. All serious practitioners
employ black magic, because of its
versatility and power. I have used
more than enough to damn me to Hell.

ZANE
But you are in balance or I would
not have been summoned, Kaftan.

KAFTAN
Technically true. This was the only
way possible without alerting the
Unmentionable.

ZANE
The D. . .

Kaftan holds up his palm with absolute authority.

KAFTAN
Do not utter the name, for he is
attuned to it. Once I talk to you,
my fate hardly matters. We had to
seem to meet in the normal course,
to avoid suspicion.

ZANE
How can I help you if I don’t know
what you want?

KAFTAN
I have told you what I want.
My daughter’s salvation.

Zane glances at the Love-stone, to Luna, then shakes off the thought and crouches beside Kaftan--

ZANE
What do you really want?

KAFTAN
I want what every half-way decent
person wants, the belief my life has
in some small way benefited the
cosmos. My use of black magic has
so weighted my soul that my daughter
has had to assume a share of my evil
in order to put me in technical balance.
Now she, too, is in peril. But she
should have time to redeem herself
if our ploy is successful.

During the last line, Zane’s wrist has begun BEEPING. He slaps off the timer.

He steps up to Kaftan, reaching. Luna dives between them, leaning over the magician--

LUNA
It’s time, Father. I’ll never
know your equal.

She kisses Kaftan’s forehead.

Zane has backed off, slouching, turned away.

Luna crosses past him--

LUNA
Death, bring thy sting.

Zane steps away, out of frame, and returns with the
soul, folding it gently.

If he’s going to Heaven or he’ll
be safe in Purgatory, would it
help you to know? His balance?

Luna turns to face him.

I could check right here if you like.

Zane takes the separate gems out of his pocket.
He motions for her to turn around and he spreads the soul on her back as a table and rubs the flat stones across it. He folds up the soul.

Luna turns to see the Tao ball hovering safely.

ZANE
Safe. Purgatory it is.

LUNA
It’s like you flipped a coin.

Disappointed, Zane tucks soul into his bag and snatches the hovering ball--

ZANE
Typical.

He is leaving. Luna catches up at the door--

LUNA
My father made an agreement with you.
I will honor it with or without the
Lovestone. Come this way.

She walks toward the doorway through which she had entered.

Zane glances after her, pausing at the door--

ZANE
Your father has just. . . How can
you think of. . .a thing like that?

LUNA
Because I respect his judgement.
Also, I put on a gem that
eliminates grief. I will mourn
in measured stages. But my grief
is my problem, not yours.

ZANE
I’m not saying I’m a good man,
or even a passable Death. Mostly
I’ve taken what I could get.
But I once threw away a great chance
to love and marry a. . . sorry,
that’s my problem not yours.


LUNA
Fate arranged that loss, at my
father’s behest. It wasn’t
your fault.

Luna steps up closer, even more stunning--

But I understand how you feel.
I could use the Lovestone on you,
so your own hang-ups will dissipate.

Zane’s throat clicks. He coughs to distract.

He steps back to the door, squirming.

ZANE
I’ll just leave you to your grief.

He opens the door.

LUNA
Would you settle for a date?

ZANE
If I start seeing a woman of your
quality, I’ll start wanting too much.

LUNA
You can have too much.

ZANE
No, I mean Death should not be
distracted.

LUNA
Then come when you’re off duty.

EXT. LUNA’S HOUSE

Zane leaves the house, distracted. The griffins SQUEAL as he almost steps on them.

They griffins scuffle out of the way and growl as he passes into the night.

DEATHMOBILE. Zane sits inside, his attention caught by a chess piece HORSE HEAD on the dash.
Zane presses it. The HORSE LOGO dissolves to the

. . .PROFILE of an actual HORSE. FRAME ADJUSTS to
reveal Zane astride, stroking a silvery mane in surprise.


EXT. BEACH - DAWN

A DROWNING MAN flops into the sand, soaking wet. Legs
of Mortis the Horse trot past. The man squints,
catching his breath, looking up at his rescuers.

Zane and Mortis shake off water from a dark sleeve and mane, a SUNRISE glittering across the ocean behind them.


INT. PHOENIX HOSPITAL - DAY

An abandoned information desk. Zane strides past a sign
proclaiming VISITING HOURS and walks down the corridor.

He enters a private room, using his bracelet as a
compass. He stops short, more pale than usual.

His CLIENT is a gruff, suffering man with TUBES and
apparatus connected in awkward ways.

Zane takes a deep breath and steps up to the bed.

ZANE
Hello.

An ECHO comes from an earring in his vest pocket. He
takes it out, looking at it--

Hello, hello, bonjour?

ECHO
Hello, hello, hello.

He fumbles the piece at his un-pierced ear lobe, then
just stuffs it into his ear.

CLIENT
About time you got here, Death.
I was afraid I’d never get out
of this prison.
ZANE
This hospital? It seems nice.

CLIENT
This body. Science nor magic will
abate the pain anymore, not without
dulling my intellect. I hope you
are competent.

Zane picks up the CHART hanging at the foot of the bed,
flipping through it, reading it--

ZANE
You don’t have to die.

Zane glances at his watch and walks out fidgeting with
it. The client gapes at the empty door, horrified.

CLIENT
(beginning to sob)
No. That leaves taxes as the
only certainty. Please!

Zane wanders down the hall, orienting on another room.

INT. TAD’S ROOM

TAD is a fifteen-year-old boy sitting up in bed with
cancer. Zane enters, noticing a LIVING WITH CANCER
pamphlet on a guest chair. Last client’s SOBS are heard.

TAD’S VOICE
Gee – Halloween! A Skull-face!

Zane turns, startled.

Are you a doctor?

ZANE
Not exactly.

TAD
I’m Tad. You’re here to give me a
shot and you’re afraid I’ll scream.

ZANE
No shot.

Zane takes out his flat stones.

TAD
Let me guess, then. You’re maybe a
bill collector? My Dad handles that.
I bet these happiness spells are
costing him a bundle, but I still
get sometimes depressed. He should
use the spells on himself. I wish
I could stop costing him so much.

Zane passes stones over Tad while he is intact.

ZANE
Still go to school?

TAD
I’ve been missing a lot and I don’t
want to repeat a grade. I had a B
average. All my friends will be
moving up, and I’d look pretty silly.

ZANE
How would you look riding up on
a good pale horse?

Zane lets glow-ball go. It quickly thumps the ceiling.

TAD
What is that? What are those?

ZANE
You are ninety percent good.
There’s been a mistake.

TAD
You mean I’m not going to die?

ZANE
Well, yes. But I shouldn’t have
been summoned. What’s the reason?

TAD
Maybe I just needed someone to talk to.

Ashamed, Zane tucks away the flat stones and lets the ball stay on the ceiling. He pats Tad’s head and exits.


EXT. SWEDISH FARM HOUSE - WINTER - DAY

The Deathwatch reads ONE MINUTE to spare. The CAT’S EYE is large and the ARROW POINTS to a decrepit BUILDING.

Zane steps away from Mortis. We hear SCREAMING in Swedish. Zane peeks in through a side window.

An OLDER SWEDISH COUPLE blunder sleepily about. A YOUNGER MAN is pacing, defending himself.
His WIFE sits on a bed, struggling to put on stockings.

INT. FARM HOUSE

Zane’s black shoes step around a RAT on the floor.

The wife is an otherwise appealing woman in poor health with scrapes and bruises from violence.

Zane sees a RED GASH on the woman’s leg. He holds up his compass. The arrow is pointing east, away from her.

Zane pivots and freezes. What he sees is a BABY’S CRIB.

EXT. FARM HOUSE

Zane returns to the horse, numb, a TINY SOUL folded in his fingers. He stops and leans against Mortis as he tucks the soul into a zip-lock bag.

ZANE
I can’t do this anymore.

INT. DEATHMOBILE

The gem ball is hovering beside Zane as he remains parked in front of the Farm House.

Zane pokes a finger up under the sphere to nudge the baby soul up. It corrects, hovering back into place.

Zane’s Deathwatch FLASHES. Frustrated, he randomly swats at it’s workings, pressing a ZEROING button.

He plucks the hovering gem-ball and it comes apart in his hands. He slumps.

CHRONOS’ VOICE
Intensified Original sin.

Zane starts, noticing the man who has taken the passenger seat. CHRONOS is fifty-ish with a moustache and goatee and piercing blue eyes with a gravelly, sandy voice--

ZANE
Who. . . ?

CHRONOS
I am Chronos, colloquially known as
Time.

He tilts a small HOURGLASS. Fine SAND shifts between the cones.

ZANE
Did I. . . Was it the watch?

CHRONOS
You summoned me, Death. Locking the
countdown on ten minutes. Ordinarily,
you either freeze the timer where it is
or reset it to gain travel time; to do
both is code.

ZANE
Just finding out how the watch worked.

CHRONOS
You have taken a baby. Her soul: gray.
It’s a shock. It happens a lot. Why?
Children conceived in evil: incest, rape,
and so forth, do not come into the world
with a clean slate.

ZANE
A baby can’t choose the
circumstances of her conception.

CHRONOS
Unfortunately, we just work here.
ZANE
Where do I take the baby soul?
Any soul in technical balance.
How do I get to Purgatory?

CHRONOS
That is the place. You reside there.

ZANE
It better be sweet.

CHRONOS (clears throat)
The hours dial records your schedule
backlog. Your program is on hold.
You can even halt the passage of all
time by pulling out the center button.
But if you maintain the hold by more
than half an hour, it will register on
the hours dial as a tardy schedule.
If you run more than twelve hours late,
over-flowing the capacity of the watch,
there will be an investigation by the
authorities at Purgatory that could
hurt your performance rating.

ZANE
What happens if my rating is bad?

CHRONOS
It counts as evil on your soul.

Zane looks away to the windshield, and finally nods okay.

ZANE
My predecessor. Where did his soul go?

CHRONOS
He had done an adequate job. I’m sure
he found his way to Heaven, which is
the last refuge of adequacy.

Zane cranes his neck, finally noticing BILLBOARDS and ads for Hell which dominate surrounding areas, featuring cute little spokes-demons with pitch forks, DEE and DEE.

One shows them reacting to a PRETTY GIRL in a bikini.
Another shows Dee and Dee recline on a beach with shades.
CHRONOS (shrugs)
Decent people have to let the indecent
people do their thing.

ZANE
Satan has a right to advertise?

Zane winces at his mistake, uttering the name.

CHRONOS
That’s the paradox of decency.

SATAN’S VOICE
Is it worth it?

Zane turns to the back seat. Satan is behind him, a
red-haired man, his complexion dark with a red tinge, with two small HORNS projecting from his temples--

SATAN
Speak of the Devil. . .

Zane looks to passenger seat, and Chronos is now gone.
Zane sits back into place, not looking at Satan. The Devil’s hand shoots over his shoulder, offering a shake--

SATAN
I realize you’re new and we’ll be
working together.

Polite, Zane gives a quick shake, then thinks aloud--

ZANE
Together?

Satan withdraws hand, fingers drumming on seat back--

SATAN
We incarnations try to help each
other out whenever possible.

Zane narrows eyes into slits, suspicious despite his
fear of confronting this visitor. Satan reassures on--

I find some people just see me as
an office. I don’t think of you as
a number. I prefer to meet the person.
ZANE
You don’t know me already?

SATAN
Oh, I know you, Zane. But my
reputation precedes me.

He drums his hand on the back of the passenger seat now.

Anything you need, women, fatherly
advice. . . or motherly advice,
give me a shout.

Zane yawns and looks out at the road ahead, reaching to press the dashboard chess-piece horse head logo button.

Zane straightens up, sitting astride Mortis again, with Satan mounted behind him.

SATAN
Look, don’t let me interrupt. You
need rest. More pale than usual.

Zane reins Mortis, who bucks up on hind legs.

Satan falls off, without hitting the ground.

Mortis lands, and Zane glances back. There is only a wisp of SMOKE hanging in the air where Satan had been.

Zane pats Mortis, and the horse gallops off.

Zane reins Mortis, pausing a block away, looking back. He leans to the horse’s ear, stroking Mortis’ mane--

ZANE
Have you got a favorite pasture
where you graze? Take me there.


EXT. PASTURE - PURGATORY - DAY

Lush green plain of grass. A GINKO TREE is nearby.
Mortis is reined to a stop and Zane dismounts.
He pats the horse. Mortis nickers and begins to graze.
It now has no bridle or saddle. Zane pats its bare hide in surprise, then sits against the Ginko tree trunk.
A SMALL SPIDER dangles down on a thread from a branch.

ZANE
What’s the matter with me, Arachnae?

The spider ENLARGES, becoming a woman, CLOTHO, the youngest, prettiest aspect of Fate, holding a strand of web between her fingers--

CLOTHO
Oh, we call it Delayed Reaction
Syndrome. It’ll get much worse,
but you will survive it.

ZANE
Another Fate?

CLOTHO
I am Clotho, the youngest aspect.
I spin the threads.

ZANE
You got me into this.

CLOTHO
All you have to do is accept and adapt.
It’s just a new reality.

ZANE
I am adapting. I’d just rather not.

Fate shifts from Clotho to familiar Lachesis form--

LACHESIS
I’ve never heard of Death helping
people live. I’m not sure there’s
a precedent for it. Except. . .

ZANE
Yes?

LACHESIS
I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.

ZANE
Is there anything useful you can
tell me?

LACHESIS
What you do need to do, to get yourself
settled in, is to take some souls to
Purgatory. Once you completed that
aspect of the system, you won’t be
so reluctant to do your duty.

ZANE
Purgatory? I’ve thought about it,
but I don’t know where it is.

Lachesis points. Across the field is a modern building like a university, with green vines climbing the walls.

It looks like a school.

LACHESIS
No comment.


INT. PURGATORY ADMINISTRATION BUILDING

Zane has his cloak wrapped as he approaches the pretty but bored RECEPTIONIST, looking up from piles of notes--

RECEPTIONIST
Yes?

ZANE
I am Death.

A phone rings. She points up the hall, off-hand--

RECEPTIONIST
Follow the black line.

Zane wanders away as Receptionist picks up the phone, sounding cheerful for a stranger--

Purgatory. Good mourner. Morning!

Zane follows a network of LINES on the FLOOR, various colors and shades, following BLACK LINE down a hall where it branches off from the rest.

It turns off into a completely BLACK LIMBO ROOM.
INT. BLACK LIMBO ROOM

The door closes behind Zane. Complete darkness. A single rim LIGHT flutters on from above. Zane bumps into a small table with an earthly COMPUTER before him.

ZANE
You’ve gotta be kidding.

He looks around then reaches behind the computer, flicking it’s ON/OFF switch.

The screen LIGHTS UP with green letters:

GREETINGS, DEATH. HOW MAY WE SERVE YOU?

Zane types hunt-and-peck, in red letters:

I have two souls to CLASSIFY.

Zane steps back, apparently reading an answer. He backs up, bumping into a HOPPER which looks like a spin-dry machine.

He plucks out the souls of KAFTAN and the BABY, removing one from its baggie, and sets the baby soul in first.

The machine purrs, rotates faster and faster, plastering
the soul against its rim.

The soul is ejected into a LOWER HOPPER.

Zane turns to the computer--

ZANE
No evil spun out?

He puts fingers on keyboard, then reconsiders--

Do you respond to verbal input?

COMPUTER
Yes.

ZANE
What now?

COMPUTER
Describe the soul.

ZANE
It’s a baby.

COMPUTER
Definition decision. Turn it in
to recycle. No soul moves on to
Eternity without a chance to
establish its own record. A soul
without a record must be held.

ZANE
What’s that mean? Held?

COMPUTER
It remains in Purgatory.

ZANE
What kind of life is that?


INT. RECEPTION DESK

RINGING PHONE. The bored Receptionist sets her nail file aside, and answers--

RECEPTIONIST
Purgatory. How can I help you?


INT. BLACK LIMBO LAB

Zane steps up to a sealed ROBOT-shape device, which is
seated looking at a PILE OF PAPERS on a desk.
Zane takes the second soul out of it’s baggie and feeds it into a SLOT in the robot’s back.

The robot’s EYES now GLOW and limbs move. It glances at Zane using the Magician KAFTAN’S VOICE--

KAFTAN
Purgatory. Excellent.

ZANE
You want to be stuck here?
KAFTAN
As long as possible. As long I stay
out of Hell, the Unnamed cannot pick
my brains. My calculations were very
precise, but there is always that
element of uncertainty. Did my
daughter Luna reward you?

ZANE
She offered again, but I declined again.

KAFTAN
You mustn’t. Luna is for you.
Go after her, Death. She is worth it.
Now, I must get on with my chore.

Zane looks at the desk full of papers--

ZANE
What chore?

KAFTAN
Obviously, I must tote up the balance
of good and evil on my soul myself.
These are the tote forms. One for
every day of my life.

Zane picks up a form, looking it over--

ZANE
Enter sixteen percent of balance from
form 1040-Z on Line 32-Q. If figure
is greater than that on Line 29-P of
schedule TT, subtract 3.2 percent of
line 69-F. If less than amount shown
on line root fifteen on Schedule I,
go to form 7734 inverted. (looks up)
This is almost as bad as an income tax form!

KAFTAN
Where do you think the IRS gets its
inspiration?


EXT. DEATH MANSION - MOMENTS LATER

Mortis trots Zane to a stop at a MAILBOX which reads:

DEATH

Zane dismounts, looking at the FUNERAL HOME-style mansion beyond it with white columns and a porch.

ZANE
It’s okay for me to stay here
a while?

Mortis flicks an ear and nods affirmative.

Need anything? Feed? Gasoline?

Mortis walks away to graze by a small LAKE.

I guess you’re okay.

Zane takes four LETTERS from the mailbox.

He steps up to the front door, about to grab the knob.

Instead, he RINGS the DOORBELL. It is a TOLL like DOOM.

The door opens to a black clad English BUTLER.

BUTLER
Good to see you again, sir.
Let me take your cloak.

ZANE
I. . .I’ve changed. I’m not the
same guy, the same Death.

BUTLER
Of course not, sir. We serve the
office, not the man.


INT. DEATH MANSION

MOMENTS LATER. Zane enters the main living room, now in a comfortable robe and house slippers. He sniffs air--

ZANE
What’s that odor?


BUTLER
That is myrrh, sir. This mansion
is traditionally scented with it.

ZANE
The house of Death has to be scented?

BUTLER
Myrrh is associated with the office.

ZANE
Well, substitute. . . a better smell.
And change the death-knell door-bell.
Please. When you get a chance. Thanks.

BUTLER
Do you care for an aperitif?
Restoration spell?

Zane sits down heavily in an OVERSTUFFED CHAIR.

ZANE
Sure. Thanks. What’s your name, sir?

BUTLER
Butler, sir. Mr. Butler. And
shall I take the mail, sir?

ZANE
What for?

BUTLER
Destruction, sir, according to
normal policy.

ZANE
No, thanks. I haven’t had mail in
a long time. I don’t care if it’s
junk mail. I’d like to look at
it first.

BUTLER
Of course, sir.

Butler departs.

The TELEVISION blinks ON, showing a typical, tidy NEWSCASTER, casually matter-of-fact--

NEWSCASTER
Two changes in Purgatory Personnel.
The office of Death has a new occupant.
The former Death has been bumped up to
Heaven. Death is dead; long live Death.

Zane starts opening a letter, distracted by the TV--

NEWSCASTER
The policies of his replacement are
not clear yet; he is running behind
schedule, has allowed a few clients to
escape, and has annoyed the staff of
his mansion by demanding petty changes
in routine.

Zane sets the letters aside.

An anonymous, highly placed source
conjectures that a Reprimand may be
issued if improvement does not
occur soon. (brightens)
On a brighter note, one infant has
been added to the staff. That’s
all for now. Good afternoon.

NEWS THEME music tinkles as Zane slouches.

New program begins, showing HAND-HELD news footage of a
YOUNG WOMAN SACRIFICE tied with CHAINS to a ROCK.
She SCREAMS as a SHADOW falls over her.

HOST
What they can’t show you on television,
all the gore, all the gristle you’ve
got a right to see, on the best of
Dragon VS Maiden!

Zane winces from television, plucks up black REMOTE, and flicks it off. Butler sets glass of RED WINE before him.

BUTLER
A restoration spell is included in
the formula, sir.

ZANE
Why is the news. . .?

BUTLER
This is Purgatory, sir.
All news relates to the listener.

ZANE
I thought Purgatory was that
building across the way.

BUTLER
That is merely the administration
and testing center, sir.

Zane takes a sip of wine, wrinkling lips at bitterness.

ZANE
I see. So, you’re dead, right?

BUTLER
Yes, sir. I was collected by the
holder of your office twice removed.
I was a child and chose this age to
conduct my duties. I have served here
for seventy-two earthly years.

ZANE
Doesn’t it ever get boring?

BUTLER
It certainly beats Hell, sir.
Shall I introduce you to the
remaining staff, sir? Gardner,
cook, the maids, the concubine. . .

ZANE
The what?

BUTLER
The living have needs,
don’t they, sir?

ZANE
And those can be served by the dead?

BUTLER
Indubitably, sir.

Zane shakes his hand, and gulps last of wine--

ZANE
I’ll meet the staff another time.

He gets up, leaving. Butler picks up the scattered letters from sofa.

Zane returns, snatching the letters, leaving again.


EXT. SKY - DAY

A WHITE PLANE soars through clouds.

ROSE’S VOICE
Dear Death, why did you have to
take my mother. I think you
stink. Love, Rose.

INT. PLANE COCKPIT

Zane is seated, folding up a letter written in CRAYON, setting it aside, revealing the AUTOPILOT LIGHT on panel.

Zane opens the next letter.

WIFE’S VOICE
Dear Death. Last night I caught my
old goat cheating again. I want you
to take him right away tomorrow
so I can get the insurance.
P.S. Make sure it hurts.

ZANE
Gee, I wonder why the old goat cheated.

A LIGHT blinks on the CONTROL PANEL: WATCH.

Zane glances at his watch and restarts TIMER.

ZANE
Thanks, Mortis.

EXT. SKY

The DEATHPLANE tails away.


INT. HELL

Satan sitting on THRONE in red slippers and smoking robe watching TV. The familiar nondescript Newscaster is on--

NEWSCASTER
Sparing the lives of those he deems
optional, the new Grim Reaper has been
working with disturbing zeal. Purgatory
main office confirms the rumor that the
hooded one has indeed ordered a computer
print-out of exact statistics, following
trends in medicine, travel, and other
mortality sources, urging people to
re-order their lives.

Satan points a finger at the TV, imitating a gun.
He “fires” thumb and forefinger.

The TV screen BLASTS apart.

Satan’s concubine LILAH flinches. She steps behind the
throne, rubbing his shoulders--

LILAH
It is possible that a soul that
might have squeezed through Heaven
if taken on schedule would later
degenerate and go to Hell.

SATAN
What person, confronted with the
Specter of Death, would not reform
to some extent? Whoever was fool
enough to ignore that warning
deserves Hell.

LILAH
They all deserve it, my Lord Satan.

SATAN
Do my toes now.

EXT. LUNA’S HOUSE - DAY

Mortis the Horse is waiting at the curb.

Zane strides up the walk in a shirt, trousers, and stocking feet. The two Griffins scurry out of his way.
Zane knocks on the door.

The griffins expand their wings and growl up at Mortis.

Mortis glances down at them with a dismissive snort.

The griffins bump into each other before scampering off.

INT. LUNA’S HOUSE

Luna hears another FRIENDLY KNOCK on her way to the door in a yellow housecoat, her hair bound in a net, neither lovely nor plain. Grief lines her face.

She opens the door to Zane. She folds her arms.

ZANE
Hi. I’d like to be with you this
evening. It’s been one of those days.

LUNA
I believe you have the wrong address.
How did you get past the griffins?

ZANE
Guess they recognized me by smell. Myrrh.

She closes housecoat, self-conscious, re-appraising him.

We have a date. I’m out of uniform.

LUNA
Doesn’t that leave you vulnerable
physically?

ZANE (shrugs)
But maybe more secure socially.

Luna steps aside for Zane to enter. He suddenly clenches teeth as an invisible TALON grabs his shoulder.
LUNA
My invisible guardian. A trained
moon moth. Why doesn’t it recognize
your scent?

Zane holds up wrist, showing Deathwatch--

ZANE
It’s never met me.

LUNA
Let him go.

Zane relaxes, catching balance, rubbing his shoulder--

ZANE
Thank you. Doesn’t have to be
today. I forgot about your grief.

LUNA
What is your pleasure, Zane?

ZANE
Just to honor your father’s wish,
talk to you, get to know you. He
was very insistent in Purgatory when. . .

LUNA (brightens)
Purgatory?

ZANE
He is figuring out the balance
of his soul.

LUNA
He is not in pain, then?

Zane shakes his head no.

Then I can let him rest for a while.

She takes Zane’s arm, guides him to the couch, picks up the grief-nullifying stone from the coffee table, and puts it on.

She sits with him, removes her hair net, adjusts hair, and smiles. Her right arm touches his left leg.
ZANE
Your father picked me for Death and
for you. I don’t see the wisdom
in either choice.

LUNA
Which simply means we have more to
discover. My father had a dream of a
benevolent universe, a reason for every
out-of-turn death, and that fate had. . .

ZANE
You believe that?

LUNA
I don’t have the information my
father had. How exactly did you
get to be Death?

ZANE
I’d been cheated out of a girl,
beautiful, wealthy, and good like
you, and I was going to suicide. . .

LUNA
A good girl like me?

ZANE
Good and pure.

Luna chokes on laughter.

LUNA
Try passing your identification
stones over me, and I can match you
evil for evil.

She gets up, striding purposefully away--

Come to the stone chamber.

Zane touches his knee where she had touched.
He follows her.

INT. STONE CHAMBER

A bright, wood-paneled room arranged like a museum, small

stones of every type set out on shelves and cabinets.
Zane passes by, admiring.

LUNA
Those are my father’s business-
enhancing stones.

Luna lifts several other GEMS from their casings--

LUNA
Now you and I will exchange evils
in the presence of these gems, and
see what we shall see.
Hold this one in your right hand;
It glows only when you tell a lie.

She hands him a DUSKY diamond--

And this in your left; It is a
Sin-stone.

Luna takes similar stones into her own hands--

I will lead the way, so you can
see how it’s done.

Zane shrugs.

My name is Venus.

Her truth-stone FLASHES.

Now test yours.

ZANE
My name is Jeshosephat.

His truth-stone FLICKERS.

Luna looks to her sin-stone, sighs.

LUNA
Why am I doing this?

Zane catches himself watching her chest rise; looks away.

ZANE
Let’s not. I don’t want to
know your secrets.

His Truth-stone FLASHES.

Luna eyes it, then looks to her own.

LUNA
I have fornicated with a
demon of Hell.

No flashing.
Zane’s jaw drops, he looks at her truth-stone for a long time, but no flash.

Luna holds up her sin-stone. It is GLOWING.

LUNA
Whoever has the brightest sin-stone,
that’s the most evil one of us.

ZANE
I embezzled funds from an employer.

There is a pathetic little FLICKER from Zane’s sin-stone.

LUNA
I am worse than you.

ZANE
I never had the chance to make it
with a lady demon.

LUNA
I deceived my father. He thought
I knew no creative magic myself.

ZANE
That’s not much.

LUNA
Apart from prostituting myself
to a demon.

ZANE
All right. Why did you do that?
LUNA
My father wouldn’t teach me black
magic. He wanted to keep me clean.
So I had to get it somewhere.

ZANE
I killed my mother.

Zane’s sin-stone BRIGHTENS equal to Luna’s.

LUNA
You can’t beat that!

Zane holds up his truth-stone. It remains dark.

ZANE
I did it. Then I wasted my
inheritance gambling, and tried
to replace it by embezzlement.

LUNA
But I still have more total evil
than you because. . .

ZANE
Because you took some of your
father’s burden. He thought that
left you in technical balance.
But where does it put you?

LUNA
Destined for Hell.

ZANE
You seem pretty good to me.

His truth-stone glimmers. Both pace, clutching gems--

Wasn’t there some other way
to learn black magic?
Read a book or something!

LUNA
Black magic texts are illegal.

ZANE
You can find them on the black market.
LUNA
My father would have known.

ZANE
Why did you want it if he said no?

LUNA
It always fascinated me. I knew
the power my father had, and I. . .

Her truth-stone glimmers--

Oh, fudge! I should have set that
stone down. (deep breath) I was
afraid for my father. There was no
way I could help him unless I learned
his business. I learned all I could
legitimately, then, finally the only
coin I had to offer. . .

ZANE
The demon thing was more of a
sacrifice. You meant well.

LUNA
A virgin sacrifice. The only type
that kind accepts. It was horrible.
Now what do you want?

ZANE
Your respect.

LUNA
How can I respect someone who
killed his mother?

ZANE
She was in pain, dying anyway;
Then she asked me to. . . it wasn’t
right to let her suffer any longer.

LUNA
Just what happened?

ZANE
Oh, you wouldn’t care to hear.

LUNA
Yes, I would.

Zane glances to her dark truth-stone, then to her eyes,
at last relaxing a bit.

We withdraw from the stone chamber, allowing them to
sit together while Zane apparently opens up to her.
DISSOLVE:

EXT. JUNGLE

Beautiful setting, a flower blooming, BIRDS CHIRPING,
until the mood is ruined by MACHINE GUNS and SHOUTS heard from Spanish SOLDIERS--

SOLDIER
Halt!

Zane, dressed in Death uniform, stops before a camouflaged SOLDIER--

ZANE
Where is this?

SOLDIER
I’ll ask the questions. Who are
you and what is your business?

ZANE
I am Death, come to collect a soul.
Identify yourself and your mission.
And the reason behind the war.

The man snaps to attention--

SOLDIER
Sir, I am Fernando of the Loyal Army,
on patrol to root out the renegades.
Reason for the war: disagreement
over how many angels can dance on
the head of a pin.

Zane glances at his watch, moving on--

ZANE
Carry on, Fernando.
INT. PIT

Zane peers down into a hole.

Amid a DOZEN SHARPENED WOODEN STAKES, there are THREE skewered SOLDIERS: two dead, and the dying third, RICO, Zane’s client.

Zane slides carefully down a steep mound of earth.

Zane examines Rico’s punctured abdomen. Very little bleeding, but the man is in excruciating pain.

Zane turns, trying to retch.

He turns back to face Rico, his lips clamped shut.
He lurches over and hooks out the SOUL, then leans back against the dirt wall with shuddered breaths.

MARS’ VOICE
You’re new at this, aren’t you?

Zane turns to MARS, a small East Indian man in brief polished armor, short metal skirt and a golden helmet, wielding a RED SWORD.

ZANE
War?

Mars makes an imperious gesture--

MARS
Death.

They shake hands.

Call me Mars. Who but I could
supervise this altercation?
I have been meaning to meet you.

ZANE
I’m still breaking in. I’ve got
the routine down well enough, but
scenes like this. . .

MARS
A good scene, small but intense.
ZANE
You like your work?

Zane’s watch FLASHES. Mars notices.

MARS
I’m glad you asked that question.
Walk with me.

He paces away, expecting Zane to follow.

EXT. JUNGLE

Zane is following alongside Mars, who clears a path through trees with his sword--

MARS
It’s fine to be a pacifist as long
as your enemy doesn’t know it. War
is the final refuge against oppression
and wrong-doing.

ZANE
What refuge do these dead
soldiers have?

MARS
They have glory.

ZANE
Glory or gory?

MARS
The threat of war is a conversation
piece, like fences make for better
neighbors.

ZANE
What about those who die fighting
for the wrong cause?

MARS
There is no wrong cause.

ZANE
Communism collapses from within.
Governments can be reformed.
MARS
I remember the French reform.
The guillotine brought mass
production to political murder.
They could kill thousands in a day,
chop, chop, chop. It brought
elitism to the poor. To die like
a king! How about that?

EXT. SMALL CABIN

Mars and Zane approach. They fall back, watching among trees.

A SOLDIER is passing by the cabin.

A LITTLE GIRL emerges and approaches him. He dismisses her. She wraps her arms around him. He pats her head.

Zane’s eyes widen.

The soldier is turning with the girl. Behind his back, the girl’s hand clutches a GRENADE.

ZANE
Hey! Stop! No!

Zane lurches forward. BOOM. DEBRIS rains down around Mars, who is un-phased.
Follow Mars to Zane who is trembling and covered in GUTS, BLOOD, and SHRAPNEL--

MARS
That was beautiful. That child
brings great honor to her family.

Zane stoops to hook out a little soul from unseen body.

ZANE
Honor? I call it horror.

MARS
I think in due course you will
find yourself at war. I recommend
that you prepare yourself for that
occasion by familiarizing yourself
with your weapon.

ZANE
My only weapon is the scythe.

MARS
And an excellent one it is.

Mars sets his sword into the sheathe, but keeps a hand on the hilt.

He and Zane square off. Zane flicks a glance around, feeling inadequate.

Mars waves with his free hand, beckoning a move.

Zane takes out his scythe, springing the blades out,
posing as if ready, half-hearted.

Mars stands firm, his own sword, slowly, grandly drawn.

The two incarnations of immortality circle each other.
Now we may glimpse damage to the small cabin and the destroyed BODIES of soldier and girl.

MARS
Without this war, the oppression
of the populace would have
continued indefinitely, grinding the
people down, dispossessing them of
property, starving them out.

ZANE
A soldier said it was over how many
angels can dance on the head of a pin.

MARS
Propaganda. These people would have
died like sheep led to the slaughter.
I am the surgeon’s scalpel.

He LUNGES the SWORD at Zane. Zane BLOCKS with SCYTHE.

My edge may hurt a moment, but. . .

Zane LASHES clumsily. Mars BLOCKS it and KICKS Zane to the dirt. He STEPS on Zane’s ARM and takes the scythe, backing off, holding it up as a prize.

Zane struggles to his feet.

Mars sheathes his sword and retracts scythe blades, holding the shaft up to his eye like a telescope and panning to Zane. Zane snatches it back.

MARS
It’s hollow. Just so you know.

Zane looks into shaft of scythe as Mars had. Unimpressed, his finds the pegs and springs the scythe ready again.

Mars draws his sword again.

MARS
Keep the elbow stiff and
follow through.

The two clash, fighting impressively, blocking each other’s blows, Mars backing Zane out of frame, jabbing.


INT. PHOENIX HOSPITAL - TERMINAL WARD - DAY

A HANDICAPPED BUTTON for door release.

An OLD WOMAN jabs it with her crutch, and hobbles through, past a sign which reads TERMINAL WARD.

An old man with dribble of BROWN where his mouth leaks
is the familiar client Zane had refused to take from life-support earlier. He is now STRAPPED to the bed and still hooked up.

Zane enters, looks around at terrible conditions.

Another man is tied by rope to his wheelchair to hold himself up, a PUDDLE of URINE on the floor beneath him.

Zane steps up to the SUPERVISOR, a thirty-five-year old slob named VIC, reclining behind a desk with a CD player blaring while he flips through a NUDIE MAGAZINE.

Zane leans over the desk, and glances impatiently at his watch.
A PUDDLE from the next room trickles under a FOLDING WALL partition, leading to the back two legs of Vic’s leaning chair which support all his weight now.

Vic’s chair slips, and his head SMACKS a sharp corner of the metal desk.

Zane steps around the desk, snatching up the soul, folding it away as he crosses back through the ward.
MONITORS CLICKING and BEEPING and patients groaning surround him, seeming to get LOUDER. They fade away at the sound of his familiar client’s voice--

CLIENT’S
Please, Death.

LADY’S VOICE
Please, now, son.

Zane stops, turning to look at the terminal ward occupants.

His familiar client sits propped in bed across from a middle-aged LADY PATIENT in similar life-support set-up.

Zane has to support himself at the foot of a nearby bed,
that of his early client, distracted by the lady.

CLIENT
Take me away.

LADY
Nothing can take me away. They
won’t let me go. All of my pleading
is in vane. I may rot in this
contraption, but I will still be alive.

ZANE
I am Death.

LADY
I thought you looked familiar.

CLIENT
Remember me? Hello?

Zane ignores him, walking over to the lady, reaching for
her chart at foot of bed, and eyes bug.

ZANE
They gave you a month, tops,
two years ago.

LADY
If I’m not on your schedule,
I understand. You’re a good boy.

Zane fumbles clipboard to floor. He steps around to side of the bed and hooks at the lady’s soul. It SNAPS BACK into her. She shudders, and relaxes--

LADY
You see, they have me anchored in
life. You can’t take me.

CLIENT
Try me. Better late than never.

Zane crosses to the client, and finally recognizes him.

ZANE
You’re not in terminal.

CLIENT (eyes gleam)
They bumped me up.

Zane steps up beside him and tries to hook soul. It SNAPS BACK as well. Zane paces away, checking his watch.

ZANE
Let me think.

He paces the room, passing other PATIENTS with similar set-ups, eight beds in total. A withered thirty-year old, GLEN, cries out--

GLEN
I see you, Death.

Zane turns to Client and lady at end--

ZANE
I can’t take her soul or anyone’s
while that equipment functions.
Zane looks to Glen.

ZANE
That lady reminds me of someone.

GLEN
She’s like anyone else. Could be
somebody’s mother.

LADY
It’s my son that pays for all
this foolery. Thinks he’s doing
me a favor. If he really loved
me, he’d let me go.

ZANE
I’m sure he does love you.

LADY
Well he and his family will go
broke because the doctor tells him
he has to. And for what?
For this? Hell can’t be much
worse than this. There’s more
than just me suffering. It’s
my family.

GLEN
All our families.

CLIENT
They’ll cry for a little while,
but they’ll heal. . .and maybe
they’ll have something to live on.

Zane looks around at other SILENT PATIENTS who cannot speak for themselves, a few of which have mouths wired shut. They are nodding and pleading, with moaning.
One is asleep. Zane walks over to the SLEEPING PATIENT.

ZANE
Should I wake him and ask?

CLIENT
He never shuts up about how he’d
love to slip off while asleep.
Trust us, he hates waking up alive.
Other patients grumble agreement.
Zane steps away, striding into the lady’s section, finds switches on her life-support, and CLICKS them OFF. An ALARM rings out.

A NURSE bursts out of the women’s WASHROOM, drying hands on a paper towel frantically, running into the ward--

NURSE
Oops. Oooooops.

The young nurse locates the dying lady’s life-support machine, runs up and flicks it back on. She steps back, baffled, and feels lady’s neck, finding a pulse.

Thank God.

Zane, on other side of the bed, RIPS OUT the TUBES and WIRES. FLUID spurts.

Now the nurse notices Zane--

NURSE
You! You did it. Stop! Stop it!

He is gone.

She turns to find him suddenly beside her. Zane takes
her into his arms and kisses her lips. She faints.

Zane eases her gently down, assuring the patients--

ZANE
She’ll be okay. Wasn’t the real
kiss of death.

He picks up a guest CHAIR to SMASH the BEEPING machine.

He glances at old lady and hears a sustained flat-line BEEP from the HEART MONITOR. He sets down the chair.

He sees the SOUL rise up out of the lady and vanish into the ceiling without assistance. There is a smattering of APPLAUSE from the other patients--

ZANE
But I’m a murderer again.
GLEN
I wish you had come for me.

CLIENT
You can’t murder our kind.

ZANE
How many of you feel that way?
How many of you really want to
die now?

There is a GENERAL MURMUR of agreement.
Glen puts up his hand--

GLEN
We all do.

A few silent patients put up hands.

The sleeping patient has an arm in a CAST and SLING, so he seems to be raising his hand.

ZANE
You know that’s mass murder.

CLIENT
It would be mercy, at last.

Zane shuffles to the main service area where nurse came from, opens a MAIN CIRCUIT BOX, and yanks MAIN BREAKER. DARKNESS. SILENCE.


INT. HELL

Satan emerges from BLACK, pacing past Lilah and throne--

SATAN
No, no, no, no, no. They were
losing hope. I had them. I
know it. He’s up to something.

NEWSCASTER
Satan believes the new Death is
up to something.

Satan KICKS his newer, smaller TV set from its cupboard.
INT. LUNA’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Luna opens her door, looking lovely, ready for a date.
Zane is in civilian attire. Luna offers a hug.
Zane embraces her awkwardly. LETTERS fall to the floor from his jacket.

LUNA
Sorry.

Luna crouches to gather them up. Zane joins her.

ZANE
No, it was me.

Luna hangs onto an envelope scrawled in crayon--

LUNA
May I?

Zane gives a sad note. Luna slides out already opened letter, reading aloud--

Dear Death. Every night, Mommy makes
me say my prayers, and that’s okay I
guess but they scare me. I have to
say, “If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
Now I’m afraid to sleep. Love Ginny.

She looks at Zane, shocked, expecting a response.

Zane shrugs, at a loss.

MOMENTS LATER, Zane is on the phone. Luna leans close.

ZANE
May I speak to Ginny, please?
No, she’s not asleep. She’s
lying awake in the dark, terrified
that she will die before she wakes.
Don’t make her say that prayer anymore.
That’s not the way God takes a soul.

MOTHER’S VOICE
Who are you? If this is an obscene
call. . .
ZANE
I am Death.

MOTHER
What?

ZANE
Please fetch her for me now.

MOTHER
I’ll see if she’s awake. But if
you say anything to upset her. . .

ZANE
Fetch her. Please.

He rolls his eyes at Luna. Luna pats his shoulder.

LUNA
I recognized your touch in that
Phoenix Terminal Ward episode.
Negligent Nursing Facility Owner
Thrown in Jail?

ZANE
I don’t know what Purgatory did for
humor in the news before I came along.

LUNA
Put on your Death cape.

ZANE
I don’t know. This is personal and. . .

LUNA
I want a date with Death.

ZANE
My suit is in the car.

GINNY’S VOICE
Hello?

ZANE
Ginny. This is Death. I got your
letter. You just forget about that
prayer and have a good night sleep.
EXT. CITY STREETS OF KILVAROUGH - NIGHT

The Deathmobile rides along. Headlights pick out a pretty, ghostly figure with a wheelbarrow, MOLLY MALONE.

ZANE’S VOICE
There’s Molly Malone, the ghost of
Kilvarough, my home town.

LUNA’s VOICE
Oh, I’ve never seen her.

The car pulls up alongside the woman.

Zane winds down his window--

ZANE
Molly!

MOLLY
You can’t take me, Death.
I’m already dead. Sorry, dear.

ZANE
I’m not here on business. My watch
is stopped. We met before I took
office. In fact, I think you were
my omen.

MOLLY
Oh, yes. You saved me from getting
robbed, or worse. You were so nice.
I’m sorry I signaled your end.

Zane gives her a confused look. He glances back into car to stop Luna, but she is already getting out--

LUNA
Hello, Molly Malone!

MOLLY
You don’t know? Anyone I interact
with is doomed to die within a month.
(reluctantly, to Luna) Hello, dear.

Zane gapes, and THUMPS the car’s roof. Then as an afterthought pats and strokes roof apologetically.

INT. DIRT TRAIL - DAWN

Mortis the Horse rises up over a ridge, carrying Zane with Luna clutching behind.

Mortis NICKERS and flicks his tail.

LUNA
If I didn’t know better, I’d say
Mortis was trying to speak.

Zane remembers to squeeze earring in his left earlobe,
activating it.

MORTIS
Nature summons you.

ZANE
It can wait till I get home.

MORTIS
The incarnation of Nature. Gaea.

Zane reins the horse to a stop.

ZANE
Mother Nature? If she wants to talk
to me, why not come herself like
the other Incarnations did?

LUNA
You’d better go. I don’t know which
one of you has more power, but
Nature surely isn’t one to piss off.

They look around, finding that they are at a lush green MEADOW leading to a broad green FOREST with a road entering it.

ZANE
Lead the way, Mortis.

No movement from the horse.

You’re not invited? Well, I guess
you can graze here.
Zane and Luna dismount, walking up to a low, sleek OPEN CAR already parked at the tunnel-like aperture of trees.
Luna looks into the window and reports--

LUNA
It’s a single-seater. Looks like
Nature wants a private meeting.

Zane looks between Luna and Mortis.

ZANE
Keep an eye in each other.

Mortis neighs affirmative without looking up from grazing.

Luna adjusts Zane’s cloak as a wife might adjust her husband’s tie.

LUNA
Now don’t go looking for trouble
with that woman.

She gives Zane a peck on the lips, and recoils--

Oh, you’re right! A bare skull!
Alas, poor Yorick, I kissed him.

ZANE
Yeah, yeah, an infinite jest.

Zane climbs into the vehicle. Luna watches him pull
away up the asphalt into the forest, enclosed in the living canopy.


INT. NATURE’S CITADEL

Lush PLANT GROWTH everywhere. Living ARCHES of wood, green carpets of FERNS, mossy SPRINGS of water.
Zane steps inside the enclosure of VINES and FLOWERS.
He stumbles, collects himself, and looks around.
A wind-and-bird-song VOICE IS HEARD--

GAEA
Welcome, Thanatos.

Zane turns to see GAEA, a woman beyond her prime but clothed in MIST that THICKENS and THINS where appropriate. At times she may seem fat, other times voluptuous. She settles into a live wood CHAIR.
She peers at Zane.

Zane shifts, uncomfortable, then turns away to correct his crotch. He then involuntarily SPINS 180 degrees to face Gaea again. His HIP thrusts out at her--

ZANE
No!

He reaches for her, his hand cupped as if to touch a breast, but curls his finger and hooks out Gaea’s soul,
stretching part of it out of her body. She grimaces.

Zane’s hip relaxes to normal, the spell broken.
Zane lets go. Gaea catches her breath--

GAEA
You have shown me part of your power
and I have shown you mine.

ZANE
What little tricks do you have
up your mist?

Gaea walks up to a tree and hugs it.

GAEA
Five sticks, please. Any branches
you can spare.

Five STICKS, roughly equal size dead branches, fall.

Gaea pats the tree trunk--

GAEA
Thank you, tree.

Gaea points to the fallen sticks. Zane looks down at his feet, surprised. STICKS are arranged in a STRAIGHT LINE.

Linear. One mode of thinking.
Like driving down a highway,
start to finish.
Zane looks up at her, confused.

GAEA
Knowing various way of thinking
might help you in the crisis ahead.

ZANE
Might help what? Avoid war?

GAEA
Much as I would dislike to deny
Mars his heyday.

She gestures down to the ground. Zane looks.

The sticks are now stacked, from Zane’s point of view.

GAEA
Parallel thinking. Very fast and
strong. It leads to a virtually
certain conclusion, based on many
facts. It is perhaps the most
powerful mode.

ZANE
But will it reach very far?

Zane follows Gaea’s gaze to the match sticks again.
This time they radiate out from a common center.

GAEA
Then we have the creative pattern.
Divergent thoughts, not necessarily
limited to the immediate context.

ZANE
Going in all directions, but not
focused.

GAEA
And the schizoid formation.

Zane looks down to a PENTAGON.

Going round and round, getting
nowhere, compartmentalizing,
internalizing.
ZANE
What use is that?

GAEA
It might help a person come to
terms with an ugly necessity.

Indicates three vertical sticks between two horizontal--

Finally, there is intuitive thinking,
not the most reliable mode, yet
sometimes effective when others are not.
It’s a sudden jump to a conclusion.


INT. DEATHMOBILE - MORNING

Zane behind wheel, riding along, deep in thought. He turns to Luna in passenger seat.

She brushes grass from her hands--

LUNA
What did the old green mother have
to say to you so urgently?

ZANE
She’s not that old. Least, I
don’t think she is.

LUNA
Estimate within a decade.

ZANE
I couldn’t tell. She wore fog.

LUNA
Fog?

Zane glances out windshield, troubled.

Luna follows gaze, and waves at Molly Malone as they pass her in the car.

Zane checks REAR VIEW MIRROW.

In their wake, on curb, Molly waves back to Luna.

INT. PURGATORY COMPUTER LAB - BLACK LIMBO

Zane, again lit from above, turns head to face the conventional personal computer screen with verbal input--

ZANE
Why is Luna Kaftan scheduled for
premature demise? Who can order
someone to be taken out of turn?

COMPUTER
All individuals are taken in turn.

ZANE
Are you giving me the runaround?

COMPUTER
Yes.

ZANE
Clarify.

COMPUTER
I am not providing the information
I know you seek.

ZANE
Could you provide it if I phrased
the question properly?

COMPUTER (pause)
Negative.

ZANE
If I phrased the question improperly?

COMPUTER
Affirmative.

ZANE
What is not the source of the
directive?

COMPUTER
Any natural agency.

ZANE
What supernatural agency lacks
any motive for such an order?

COMPUTER
God.

ZANE
Thank you, computer. You have
been very. . .uncommunicative.

Along with the TRANSCRIPT spelled out on the computer screen, there FLASHES an icon of an HOURGLASS.


EXT. PURGATORY PASTURE

Zane hops up onto Mortis--

ZANE
Mortis, take me to Chronos.

The steed stoops to continue grazing. Zane bucks--

Mortis? We don’t have time!

CHRONOS
Turn around, then, Death.

Zane turns. Chronos steps up behind the horse.

ZANE
Any advice that makes any sense
would be appreciated.

Chronos gets Zane to hold his hourglass and hops behind--

CHRONOS
Now that we’re isolated by the
ambiance of the Deathsteed. . .

ZANE
Luna Kaftan.

CHRONOS
A most interesting case.

EXT. LUNA’S HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Mortis BOUNDS down into view, trotting to a stop--

CHRONOS
Circa twenty years from this moment,
Luna Kaftan will be instrumental in. . .

ZANE
But she is going to die within the
month, Chronos.

CHRONOS
That too.

ZANE
Then how can she. . .

CHRONOS
History is mutable, of course. If
she lives, Luna will go into politics.

Zane looks to the house.

ZANE
Have you got a Tic-tac?

Chronos empties a TIC-TAC breath mint into Zane’s hand, and tucks away the rattling plastic dispenser.

He tilts his hourglass and VANISHES.

Zane pops mint into his mouth, and hops down from horse, walking up to the house.


INT. LUNA’S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Luna on her couch, her face pale and livid with grief.

Sitting beside her, Zane leans over, kissing her cheek.

LUNA
No.

ZANE
But I’m ready.
LUNA
The stones tell me we must not.

ZANE
Your father wants us to.

Zane holds onto her hand. Luna HUMS a Celtic folk tune.

Am I missing something?

LUNA
I don’t want anything more to lose.

ZANE
I will go with you.

LUNA
Thank you, Zane, for the offer. But
I will not let you go to Hell with me.

Luna clasps his hand, leading him to the door, opening it for him to leave. Zane backs out.


INT. PURGATORY RECEPTION

Zane leans, both arms braced on the desk.

RECEPTIONIST
Yes, Death, you may file a petition. It
will be reviewed by the Immortal Board in
the next session and a committee assigned.

ZANE
When is the next session?

Receptionist checks the PERPETUAL CALLENDAR--

RECEPTIONIST
Ten earthly days.

Death slumps, exasperated.


EXT. DEATH MANSION - NIGHT

Establish.
INT. DEATH MANSION - BEDROOM

Death CLOAK draped over a CHAIR.

Zane lying in bed, tucked sadly under black bed sheets.
He fluffs a black pillow and rolls over. FADE TO BLACK.


INT. DEATH MANSION - MORNING

A BEEPING alarm is HEARD. Zane rolls over and reaches to night stand, slapping SNOOZE on Deathwatch, and settles back to sleep.


EXT. WARREN - NEVADA HOT SMOKE MOUNTAIN - MORNING

STEAM wafts up from a pit.

A lovely young VIRGIN WOMAN weeps inside a CAGE.

A few biker types with THE DRAGOONS and an oriental dragon crest on the backs of their leather jackets are setting up a SMUDGE POT.

Zane walks up to the girl’s cage, yawning--

ZANE
How did they bring you here, miss?

VIRGIN
By truck, sir.

ZANE
I mean, was it by coercion?
Did they kidnap you?

VIRGIN
No, sir. I came of my own f-free will.

ZANE
Do you realize what they plan for you?

VIRGIN (crying)
To be gobbled by the dragon.
I can’t even take any drugs. It
changes the taste for the monster.
ZANE
But why sacrifice. . .

VIRGIN
My. . . family. . .in debt. . .

Zane goes for the lock.

Sir, please, I am confined to
guarantee nobody deflowers me before. . .

A CLOAKED FIGURE steps up beside Zane, looking to cage--

LUNA
I will take your place, dear.

ZANE
Luna!

LUNA
Oh – I didn’t realize you would
attend this one.

ZANE
You can’t take her place. You’re not. . .

LUNA
Not what?

ZANE
The Hot Smoke dragons are an
endangered species because they
only eat virgins.

LUNA
I am a virgin, physically.

ZANE
But. . .

LUNA
The demon had his way with my mind
and soiled my soul. I would have
suffered less the other way.

ZANE
I put in a petition to review your case.
Zane passes both brown and yellow stones over the virgin
while he speaks to Luna--

VIRGIN
What’s her case?

ZANE
It’s a put-up job to get her out
of the way. (to Luna) But the
Board will reverse it, I’m sure.
in ten days.

LUNA
My stones tell me my passing falls
within this day. So I thought I
would make my death useful to someone.

Zane puts the ball together and it rises. He jumps to snatch it back. He looks to the virgin--

ZANE
You are hardly assured of Hell.
(to Luna) How could I have
been summoned to collect her soul?

VIRGIN
Someone else must be going to die.

LUNA
I’m going to Hell in my own hand basket.
I had hoped to handle this without
your knowledge, quickly and cleanly.

The DRAGOONS close in.

DRAGOON
The occasion is at hand.

An OLDER DRAGOON produces a KEY to let the girl out.
Luna steps between him and the cage.

LUNA
I will substitute. The Good Deeds
Exchange sent me. This will square
her family debts.

He looks her over and sniffs her neck--
OLDER DRAGOON
Very well. We shall release the girl
as soon as the dragon is satisfied.

LUNA
My friend will be on hand to verify
that you do.

The Dragoon turns with a gasp, noticing Zane for the first time. He turns away timidly to the first Dragoon who opens an ORNATE CASE. Older Dragoon lifts out a small, gleaming silver KNIFE and presents this to Luna.

You are permitted to defend yourself
with this. No magic or fire arms.
If you fend off the dragon fairly,
you will be freed, your onus abated.

Luna takes the knife--

LUNA
This apple peeler is useless.

DRAGOON
It is a token gesture, a requirement
of the Fair Employment Commission.
We don’t want the dragon hurt.

A DRAGOON LOOKOUT on the hill crest yells down--

LOOKOUT
Hark! It comes!

DRAGOON
Only the designated virgin may remain.

ZANE
Luna.

LUNA
I will not have another chance.

ZANE
I love you.

LUNA
I believe you.
She walks away, past the dragoons, toward what must be the dragon’s LANDING SITE.

A TV CAMERAMAN steps in front, blocking his view, in a T-shirt and baseball cap with a title, “Dragon VS Maiden.” Zane peeks around then SHOVES HIM aside with a CRASH.

Luna stops to look back at Zane. A SHADOW falls over her.

Zane checks his Deathwatch, clenching his teeth.

The ARROW is pointing at Luna. She was his client.

ZANE (yells)
Luna, your good deeds, saving the
designated virgin, feeding the dragon
- they squared your balance. You’re
dying even.

LUNA
I could join my father in Purgatory.
That would be nice.

A TALON of the DRAGON CLAMPS her shoulder. BLOOD gushes
down her arm and chest.

ZANE
No!

The cameraman gets to his feet. Zane steps forward,
bumping him down again. Man remains FROZEN in mid-fall.

Zane steps up to FROZEN LUNA, removing his hand from HOLD pin of the Deathwatch. A human SHADOW falls across him.
Zane turns to look up.

ZANE
I thought you’d come to investigate.

Chronos looks down at him.

CHRONOS
It’s Luna’s time to die. Only
the manner is optional.

Lachesis walks across the sand.
Her FEET in the SAND become those of an old hag, ATROPOS,
and this eldest aspect of Fate joins Chronos.

CHRONOS
Atropos. Hello.

ATROPOS (to Zane)
You must take her soul, Thanatos, or
there literally will be hell to pay.

She CLOSES a pair of SCISSORS in the air, then tries to SNIP a THREAD between her fingers, but struggles at it.

ZANE
To Hell with Hell. I will not take
her under these illicit conditions.

Mars rounds a rocky crest, joining Time and Fate.

MARS
It was all at the behest of the
powers that be.

ZANE
At the cheating behest of the Unnamed.

MARS
Is it worth risking war with him?

ZANE
Until my petition is heard, Luna
shall not die. I am on strike.

A MIST appears, becoming Gaea--

GAEA
You’ve gotten away with breaking
little rules, Thanatos, but this
time you are in deeper than you know.

ZANE
Are all of you against me?
Then all of you kiss my ass.
I know I’m right, I know my power,
and I shall not be moved.

Zane looks at their shadows in the sand, including his
own: five, like parallel sticks, pointing the same way.
ZANE
You’re all in this.

Atropos becomes Lachesis again--

LACHESIS
We had to have the office filled. . .

GAEA
By a person of appropriate nature.

MARS
So he could lead the battle against
the Unmentionable.

ZANE
You used me. And Luna.

CHRONOS
We sacrifice now for the sake of hence.

LACHESIS
It is our business to use people.

GAEA
Mars grasped the essentials of the
battle, Chronos caught the key episode,
I defined the qualities of who could
and would do what has to be done, and
Fate arranged to put him – you – in the
proper situation. We collaborated.

ZANE
You could have told me.

LACHESIS
Openly? The Unnamed would have known.

GAEA
Will you take Luna if he asks you to?

ZANE
No!

GAEA
We thought you would feel that way.
We needed a headstrong, emotional Death.
MARS
You bare the brunt. As long as
you hold out, the Unnamed is foiled.

Zane looks back to Luna, who is still in the dragon’s grip, bravely brandishing her knife.

CHRONOS
Now I can act.

Chronos turns hourglass upside down. Sand falls upward.

Zane turns to the a new scene frozen, Luna unharmed, with no dragon in sight.

GAEA
Beware, you cannot decline this
client without declining them all.
The Unnamed will hold you to the
letter of the law now.

MARS
He cannot make you take the soul,
but he can make you wish you had.

Gaea and Lachesis each kiss Zane on the cheek.
The male incarnations nod. Zane releases watch pin.

LOOKOUT VOICE
Hark! It comes!

Luna is looking at the sky, clutching her knife.
Zane steps up, ushering her away. She struggles.
Zane turns her to see a LAMB in Luna’s place.

The animal BLEATS, as a SHADOW converges over it.

Luna turns away from the sight of an apparent feeding.

Zane walks over to the lead Dragoon, who gleefully watches and listens to the CHEWING.

ZANE
Are you satisfied?

The DRAGON SHADOW passes over everyone, and eyes track it worshipfully. Zane plucks KEY from the biker, and
unlocks the cage for the designated virgin.

ZANE
When you get home, I suggest. . .

VIRGIN
Oh, yes, sir! I will boff
somebody’s brains out.

The girl runs off. Zane turns to Luna beside him--

ZANE
As for you, Luna, you’re basically
on bail.

Zane takes her waist, to lift her up onto Mortis.
Luna backs off, putting up her cloak hood.

ZANE
I can take you home, protect you.

Zane lets down his own hood, looks her in the eyes, concerned, and reaches to stroke her hair.

Luna SLAPS Zane in the FACE.

LUNA
Don’t you touch me, Zane.
Who do you think you are?

ZANE
Luna, please, relax. You’ll be safe.

LUNA
You think I can’t handle myself?
You have to rescue me? It’s all
about you? I had everything
figured out. Go home, Zane. (walking)
I’ve got my griffins, a moon moth,
a security system, I’m a trained
Magician; I can handle myself.
Whatever magic stones won’t protect
me I can throw. I don’t need a ride.

The horse glances back at Luna.

No offence, Mortis.
INT. DEATH MANSION - LIVING ROOM

The Butler is on his way in with a tray, finding
pathetic Zane slouching so sofa, eating a sandwich.

SEXY FEMALE VOICE-OVER
Are you sitting alone in a Purgatory
Death Mansion living room? Are you
lonesome for a little female company?

Zane is watching TV. A BEAUTIFUL BRUNETTE SUCCUBUS
is pictured in pretty poses with cheesy music and a
CALL NOW phone number: 1-800-555-DUMB.

I’d love to hear from you or maybe
even drop in for a visit and fill
the void.

Butler takes his plate, and replaces it with another full sandwich and some junk food, and finally a beer.

I bet you know how to have fun.

ZANE
There is only one Luna.

The same female voice continues, trying to imitate Luna’s
sarcasm, and now we are seeing sexy pictures of Luna in improbable recreations of the same beach and pool poses.

SAME FEMALE VOICE
You know I like a man who looks good
in black. Not everyone can make it work.
But a real man has a J-O-B and he doesn’t
rest until his responsibilities are met.

Zane picks up remote and flicks the channel.

There is an ad campaign-style pitch in play, showing Satan seated in an easy chair wearing a sweater beside a fireplace, looking friendly and concerned--

SATAN
Ladies and gentlemen, Death has
called an illegal strike.

Zane leans forward, concerned.
There is a close-up of Satan on screen, with a TEAR DROP.

SATAN
Pressure from peers and Immortality
bosses caused him to cave in at
your expense.

PICTURE changes to a BURNING PLANE after a CRASH.

He will let everyone in this plane
freeze and cannibalize each other
while he indulges personal bias to
protect an unrequited lover.

Zane sinks back from this, dropping his sandwich.

Satan is back on screen, wandering through a FACTORY, wearing a hardhat and pointing at something vague.

SATAN’S VOICE-OVER
Being the Incarnation of Evil is one of
the hardest jobs in the cosmos, but at
least you know someone is looking out
for you, and making others accountable.

Shot of Satan signing PAPERS and setting them aside on his desk. He looks up, addressing camera--

SATAN
I’m holding up my end of the bargain.
What’s holding up Death?

DISCLAIMER IS FLASHED:

Paid for by a grant from Hidden Existence Tax.
The opinions expressed are soon to be made law.
Criticism will be punished.

Zane tries to press his remote several times, unable to lose the disclaimer. It finally clicks to the News--

NEWSCASTER
There is an enormous amount of evil
in the world, according to recent
statistics, evil which could corrupt
entire societies like spoiled milk
if left on its own.
Zane sets aside the remote and resumes eating junk food.

NEWSCASTER
Evildoers have to be punished, and
know that punishment is inevitable
and just. It has been decades,
even centuries, since a Death has
placed conscience above convenience.
God would offer the appropriate praise,
but frankly, he’s not paying attention.

Zane sets down his food, shocked, wiping his hands.
The Butler offers him a bottle of wine. Zane waves off this final excess--

ZANE
Oh, no thanks, Butler.

BUTLER
Very well, sir.

NEWSCASTER
Hell reports a number of good souls
have sipped through the cracks,
and evil souls have gone up to Heaven
during the recent shake-up. Satan
has cordially invited the new Death
to tour Hell for inspection.

Zane looks at the day’s pile of mail scattered beside him on sofa, plucking and opening a valentine red envelope.

The Incarnation of Evil gives his
assurance that if Death agrees to
depart his physical host he will
return in good order.

ZANE (peers at TV)
His personal assurance?

NEWSLETTER
A hearing regarding the sentence of
Luna Kaftan could be moved up
should the office holder of Death
choose to consider Satan’s case.

The Butler enters behind Zane, announcing--
BUTLER
Ms Clotho, sir, an aspect of Fate.

Zane stands, adjusting his hair.

CLOTHO
Thanks, Butler.

Lovely Clotho enters, and the Butler coldly snubs her as he exits. She looks to Zane, stretching a BRIGHT STRING between her hands--

Your transition will not be made
at this time. You are safe.

ZANE
How do I know you’re Clotho?

CLOTHO
No one but an Incarnation can emulate
an Incarnation. This is your string,
Zane, see: I can move you with it.

She makes a KINK in the thread.

Suddenly Zane is sitting on the floor.

She straightens it.

Now Zane is sitting on the TV.

CLOTHO
I can spin it long or short,
smooth or furry, thick or thin.

Clotho changes to Lachesis--

LACHESIS
As Lachesis, I can measure it
and define your life.

She changes to the older woman Atropos with SCISSORS--
ATROPOS
And as Atropos, I can cut it off.

She closes the scissors for emphasis, impatient.
ZANE
Enough. I accept your identity.
What about Luna’s thread?
Satan promised to free her if I go.

Lachesis pulls TANGLED thread from thin air, inspecting--

LACHESIS
You must be alert for loopholes.
Did he say when? Immediately?
Or in one century?

Satan has replaced Newscaster on TV, his arms folded--

SATAN
When you choose.

ZANE (jokes)
Maybe I should hire a guide.

Lachesis points to Zane, agreeing, waving index finger.

SATAN
No living person can set foot. . .

ZANE
How about the ghost of Kilvarough?

LACHESIS
Molly? Most of her friends are in Hell.
She was unwilling to desert them, but
too good a girl to follow them below.

SMOKE around Satan increases but he keeps his mouth shut.

Eventually, she’ll tire and waft up
to Heaven, but meanwhile she can
safely visit Hell.

The Butler is behind them again, announcing--

BUTLER
Ms Molly Malone.

Molly enters with wheelbarrow, parking it.
The Butler twitches a smile at her and wheels it away.
Molly pats Lachesis on arm and eyes Satan on the TV--
MOLLY
Best keep an eye on this one, Zane.
His minions lobby to promote guns
and liquor so hot-headed malcontents
can send themselves to him early.

SATAN
I also promote legislation against
anti-social things like pornography
and gambling.

MOLLY
So police are busy raiding bookstores. . .

ZANE
All right, thanks, let’s all try to
be nice and polite and go to Hell.

Satan waves them toward the TV. Zane holds Molly’s hand, helping her as they climb down into the television set.


INT. FURNACE ROOM - HELL

Open FIRES burn around Zane and Molly. Satan steps up--

SATAN
Welcome to Hell, Death.

Flames part and Satan extends a hand full of talon-like nails. Zane hesitates, but politely shakes.
Every detail of Satan is more pronounced here, including horns on his head. He indicates PEOPLE in work safety boots and asbestos aprons, SHOVELING COAL into a FURNACE.

SATAN
This is the central heating plant.

ZANE
You could set up a coal conveyor belt.

SATAN
These souls abused their status in life,
putting employees at risk, refusing to
modernize. Eventually each soul will
be purified by suffering, and
qualify for Heaven.
ZANE
So souls aren’t condemned for eternity?

SATAN
Of course not.

MOLLY
Eternity hasn’t ended yet.

SATAN
I’m a perfectionist. I will free
no soul before it’s time.

Molly has been poking around by herself. She returns to Zane--

MOLLY
This is the showcase, not the real
inferno. Don’t know any of these
folk. Let’s visit the Ireland showcase.

SATAN
There is little point subjecting
ourselves to the abuse and
unmitigated tempers of Ireland.

Satan is already leading them into a gloomy, foggy region, opening a door into the WASTEFUL DOMAIN.

INT. WASTEFUL DOMAIN - BARREN PLAIN

MEN, WOMEN, and CHILDREN garbed in RAGS plod along a barren path, gaunt and emaciated, staring at the ground.

SATAN
The wasteful threw out good food, knowing
others in the world were starving. They
squandered money, they destroyed good
clothing in the name of frivolous fashion,
and now they must save in death as much
as they wasted in life, and resources
are meager here.


INT. HELL’S KITCHEN

Satan enters, holding the door open for Zane, then
letting go so it SLAMS in Molly’s face.

SATAN
This is Hell’s kitchen.

Satan lifts a sparkling GLASS from a tray, offering a drink to Zane. Zane reaches for it.

Molly enters, nursing her nose. Eyes bug--

MOLLY
Don’t, Zane. Anyone who eats or
drinks anything in Hell can never
escape it.

Zane returns glass to the tray. Satan winks.

SATAN
We also have the finest library in
Eternity, many of its collected works
written after the author’s Deaths.

MOLLY
I want to see the Ireland section.

ZANE
We’d better go there Lucifer.
We can check in on her friends,
then see the rest of Hell.

Molly “accidentally” bumps tray of DRINKS onto Satan.


EXT. IRISH CITY SLUM - DUSK

Satan stomps down a street, leading Molly and Zane.
SNOW swirls about.

PEASANTS in heavy outdoor garb clean RUBBISH and FISH HEADS from gutters, using inadequate shovels and brooms.

MOLLY
Sean! I haven’t seen you in a
hundred years!

SEAN, about forty, pauses in his labor as Molly approaches.
SEAN
Sweet Molly Malone! I never
thought I’d see you here.

MOLLY
Just visiting. Haven’t you expiated
the burden of your sin yet? You
were never really a bad man, Sean,
just a litterer.

SEAN
(scratches head)
I don’t know, lass. They keep the
accounts. I must have a really
incorrigible nature.

MOLLY
How are they treating you, Sean?

SEAN
Well, it’s not fun, as you can see.
We clean and clean, but the mess
never ends. And at times it can
be so cold.

He notices Satan approaching. He resumes shoveling.

SATAN
As you can see, we are tough but
fair here in Hell.

Zane nods beside him, believing it.

Molly stumbles and COLLIDES with Zane, shoving him into Sean.

Zane’s hand makes a SLAP sound. He retrieves it from Sean’s back, looking bewildered--

ZANE
I’m sorry. I lost my footing.

SATAN (at Molly)
The guttersnipe was the clumsy one.

MOLLY
Sorry. Sorry, Sean.
INT. DEATH MANSION - LIVING ROOM

Zane and Molly sink back to sit on sofa.

Satan is on TV screen, arms folded, comfortable--

SATAN
So you see, there’s no point in
disrupting the system.

ZANE
I agree. But still no Luna.

SATAN
I will send my minions to see to
your comforts, Death.

Satan gets up, walking out, replaced by the regular Newscaster, who resumes broadcast--

NEWSCASTER
Satan still insists Death will see the
light, or dark, of his logic once he
considers all aspects. In other news. . .

Molly flicks off the TV remote and sits onto Zane’s lap.

ZANE
That’s not necessary.

MOLLY
But I must thank you for taking me.
I met an old friend.

She puts arms about his shoulders and lips to his right ear. Her lips brush his ear--

Zane, I must tell you before his
minions take over this house.

ZANE
What?

MOLLY
No, no, don’t react. Just smile
and look relaxed. When you touched
Sean’s back, there was no clothing.
Zane opens his mouth to speak.

Molly nibbles his ear. She touches his lips with a
finger to shush him--

MOLLY
Those people in Hell are naked
in the snow. They aren’t being
punished. They’re being tortured.

She opens her blouse, as if seducing him.

I suspected it before, but was never
allowed to touch my friends in Hell,
or even get close. That’s why I
pushed you. His clothing was
illusion, right? You felt it.

Zane stares blankly at the TV screen, understanding.

Get out of here immediately. Go
to Mortis, who can better protect
you. This mansion will be
taken over any moment.

Molly crawls free of Zane, helping him up. Zane strides to the door. The Butler, now in a CHEF’S HAT, steps into his path--

BUTLER
Your repast is ready, sir.

ZANE
I will return for it in due course.

Zane tries to edge by. The Butler puts a massive, callused HAND on Zane’s shoulder. Zane squirms.

BUTLER
But it is ready now, sir.

ZANE
Not now, thanks.

Zane jerks free. The Butler next grips Zane’s forearm.

Whom do you think you are touching?
BUTLER
I am already dead. There is
no harm you can do me.

Zane lifts his head and FLASHES the SKULL MASK image.

The butler blanches, and then recovers.

Zane lifts his right hand. GEMS on his wrist GLOW.

Zane’s fingers catch Butler under chin and lift him up.

The Butler becomes a two-dimensional SOUL.

Zane FOLDS him, wads him, and hurls the ball down through the floor into HELL with a plume of SMOKE in its wake.

Zane turns to Molly at the couch with a wink.

Molly smiles back, pushing her wheelbarrow, and vanishes.

Zane runs through the mansion to the MAIN DOOR, plucks it open and encounters a regal and elegant woman, HELEN, who is pressing the DOOR BELL, which chimes a light, happy version of the “Death March.” She turns face to Zane--

HELEN
I am Helen of Troy.

ZANE
Now you do call-girl duty?

He tries to brush past her. Helen clutches his arm--

HELEN
Please! You do not know what
it’s like to be three millennia
past your prime. If I fail Satan. . .

ZANE
I wish you no harm, Helen. But I’m
trying to keep a good, living woman
out of his grasp. Would you seek
to betray that woman?

She looks to him with TEARS in her eyes, shakes her head and DISSOLVES.

EXT. PURGATORY PASTURE

Mortis stands ready by the tree. Zane rushes up, adjusts the translation gem in his ear, and mounts the horse--

ZANE
What is it, steed?

MORTIS
Satan has loosed the Hellhounds.

ZANE
That sounds bad. What’s a Hellhound?

MORTIS
They are Hell’s clean-up squad.

ZANE
Can’t you outrun them?

MORTIS
Neigh. Extended run, yes.
At short range, no.

Zane dismounts, pacing the grass.

ZANE
Can we hide from them?

MORTIS
No. They can sniff out anything.

ZANE
Is there anywhere they can’t
follow us?

MORTIS
Heaven, perhaps.

ZANE
Let’s not involve Heaven in this.
Let me think.

MORTIS
Don’t think more than eighty-nine
seconds, Death.
Zane looks at the TRAIL he has WORN in the GRASS: It is PENTAGON shaped. He hears a BAYING.

Zane looks across the lush green pasture.

Nothing in sight on the horizon.

Zane runs to Mortis, grabs his scythe, and turns to guard the horse.

There is a RIPPLE in the TALL GRASS.

Zane steps closer, leaving the horse behind for confrontation. Zane checks all sides to face them.

SNOUTS and HEADS of HELLHOUNDS emerge over the grass, animals the height of a man, with glowing RED DOT EYES.

ZANE
Get out of here, Mortis.
This is not your quarrel.

The Deathsteed bolts away.

Zane steadies himself, clutching the shaft of the scythe,
springing the BLADE ready.

ZANE
Come on, puppies.

The FIRST HELLHOUND POUNCES.

Zane ducks it.

A HELLHOUND SNORTS, bearing its TEETH.

Zane snorts back.

Mortis stops at a safe distance in the pasture and looks back to Zane. The horse closes its eyes and looks away again. SOUNDS of THUMPS and whimpers of dogs are heard.

ZANE SLASHES his blade a few times in various patterns, remembering to keep a stiff elbow and follow-through.
HAIRY FORMS block and unblock our view. Zane is crowded.

Mortis peeks, trots back, finds Zane covered in BLOOD.
MORTIS
That was a credit to the office,
Death.

ZANE
If I had any way to avoid it, any
escape, I would have taken it.

BLOOD beads and drips FREE of his cloak, repelled.

Zane mounts the horse--

ZANE
My immediate predecessor, what
kind of Death was he?

MORTIS
A mediocre one, or he would not
have lost the office. He kept his
schedule better than you keep yours.

ZANE
I mean, did you like him?

MORTIS
I cannot afford to become emotionally
attached to any specific Death.

ZANE
So you will not miss me when I’m
gone? That’s best. I appreciate
the loyal and competent service
you have given me, and I know you
will be a great help to my successor.

They ride off.


EXT. KILVAROUGH CITY

Zane slows past a sign: Kilvarough City Limits.

Beside it is a BILLBOARD for Hell, featuring Dee and Dee.
Both of these spokes-cartoons crane their necks watching Zane pass. They hop down from their picture.

They drop through the shoulder of the road, into Hell.
EXT. SIDE ALLEY

Zane rides Mortis into an alley. Mortis stops.

A TATTERED MAN steps away from a garbage bin, his arm swinging something invisible.

Mortis begins to back out.

The man LETS go of something, throwing it.

Suddenly, Zane chokes, apparently suffocating.

MORTIS
You’ve been hit by a suffocation
spell. The scythe. Use the scythe.

Bewildered, Zane’s teary eyes find the hold in the end of the hollow scythe handle.

He puts his mouth up to it, sucking in air.

MORTIS
It’s a small-diameter suffocation spell.
In a few minutes it will dissipate;
They aren’t designed to last long.

Zane lowers the scythe and breathes freely.


EXT. LUNA’S HOUSE

The Magician Kaftan steps up at the end of the walk.

Luna looks out her window, eyes wide.

Kaftan waves Luna to step out.

Luna joyfully leaves the window.

The Two Griffins expand their wings, approaching the intruder, making snuffing noises. GNARLED HANDS grab each by the neck, dragging them around far side of the house.

Luna flings open her doors, arms open.

Kaftan steps carefully up the walk and embraces her.
They disappear inside.

INT. LUNA’S HOUSE

Luna closes the door.

LUNA
They allow you to roam free, father?

KAFTAN
The world is Purgatory. Please
fetch a stone to divine whether I am
your true father and not an assassin.

LUNA
If it is your will.

Luna turns toward the stone chamber.

The invisible MOON MOTH CLENCHES the old man’s shoulder
in a talon. He winces, pulls a spray can from his robe, and sprays the insect.

He looks to the floor as a THUD is heard.

Luna emerges from the stone chamber with a stone.

LUNA
I’m sure the griffins and my
moon moth would have sniffed out
an intruder.

She stumbles over the place where a limb of the moth may be. She recovers, looking to where Kaftan had stood.

A beady-eyed little DEMON stands in his place.

LUNA
You.

She throws the stones at him.

He slaps them down.

DEMON
I taught you better than that.
And you’ve shown me a thing or two.
Luna looks to the floor--

LUNA
You sprayed my moon moth?

Luna goes for a HEALING STONE on the mantle, and gropes the floor, finding a limb, applying the gem.

DEMON
I’ll do better than that.
Your boyfriend has been declared
in violation of his office.

The Demon takes out a HAND GUN.

I shall take his place.

The Demon backs away into darkness.

LUNA
I told him to stay away.
I can handle myself.

Zane BURSTS in the door. He shuts it, and steps toward Luna, concerned.

ZANE
Luna, I know I didn’t knock, but. . .

Luna launches herself up between Zane and the assassin.

The GUN FIRES.

BLOOD SPLATTERS from Luna’s leg.

Zane eases her down to floor, and flicks an arm toward the gun.

The Barrel FIRES AGAIN, but at the ceiling.

Demon’s severed HAND flops to floor clutching the gun.

Zane recovers his scythe from the demon’s feet.

LUNA
That’s the demon I mentioned, Zane.

The demon bows to Zane.

Zane forks out the demon’s eyes, and flicks them from his fingers.

Demon looks up with bloody sockets where eyes had been.

HE, his fallen EYES, and his HAND each MELT INTO JELLY.

LUNA
Now that I’ve seen how eager
Satan is to get rid of you,
I’m not sure you’re so wrong.

ZANE
I’ll get you to a doctor.

LUNA
Hospitals are crowded with undead.

ZANE
But you could bleed to death.

Luna reaches across floor for heal stone and applies it to her leg.

LUNA
I’ll be alright. Wish I could
say the same for my moon moth.

Zane crouches, testing her with his watch compass.

The ARROW remains pointing to her.

ZANE
You’re still my next client.
Saving me should have tipped your
balance. You don’t need me.

LUNA (shakes head)
Because I need you, it wasn’t
heroic. I’m still in balance.

Zane lowers his hood and mask. He leans in to kiss her
full on the mouth. Luna kisses him back.

Feels like you’ve got a real face.
They peel off each other’s clothes, beginning to make love right on the sofa.


INT. LUNA’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Window drapes BLOW in breeze.

Zane’s hair flutters. He wakes and sits up alone on sofa.

ZANE
Luna. Luna? Luna!

He looks to see door hanging open. He hears a flutter.

He looks down at NOTE skittering across coffee table
in red cursive script. Zane picks it up.

SATAN’S VOICE
My dear Death. Your fair moon is in
my power. I cannot make her die,
but I can make her wish she was dead.
So terminate your strike, take your
scheduled next client, and free Luna
from her pain. She will go to Heaven
directly, where you may join her at your
convenience. . .Your most humble and
obedient servant, The Prince of Evil.

The MESSAGE BURSTS into FLAME in Zane’s hand.

A LIGHT FLICKERS in a closet.

Zane opens up, searching through, taking down a cardboard box, and lifting out a TELEVISION SET which seems to be on. Zane holds up end of cord, which is unplugged.

SATAN’S VOICE-OVER
P.S. My minions in the living realm
will cause her to react in either a
good or evil manner. Probably good,
so you need not attend her at all.
Simply resume your duties.

He sets TV onto coffee table and sits on the sofa.

The PICTURE shows an earthly chamber.
Luna is now dragged in TIED to a CHAIR, defiantly keeping her chin up. She is attended by the little demons Dee and Dee.

SATAN’S VOICE
You’re on, boys.

Dee and Dee bring out gleaming KNIVES, bringing them close to Luna’s face. Dee 1 licks his lips.

DEE 1
Pray to Satan for mercy.

ZANE
It won’t work, Satan. She knows better.

Luna SCREAMS.

Luna! Curse him! Say whatever
you have to.

Luna looks around, seeking the voice.

Zane winces, resigned.

LUNA
No you don’t, Father of Lies.
You can’t fool me with Zane’s voice.
He would never urge me to betray
the world, no matter what.

Zane sinks to the sofa, feeling ill, then he notices. . .

A set of MATCH STICKS spilled on the coffee table, two
horizontal and three vertical in between, the pattern for intuitive thinking.

Zane stands up. MATCH-CUT:

EXT. LUNA’S HOUSE

Zane sits upright atop Mortis--

ZANE
Go to Luna. Trample any who do not
give way. They have had fair warning.

EXT. MOON

Mortis carries Zane at a gallop across the Moon surface,
the Specter of Death merely a shadow against the earth.

The horse leaps up, floating clear.

A SATELITE orbits above.

INT. SATELITE - HALLWAY

A pair of THUGS with RIFLES patrol a metallic hallway.
They round a corner and stop, their weapons jerking ready in reflex.

At the end of the hall sits Zane on Mortis.

The men BLAST their weapons madly.

The WALL behind Zane is filled with HOLES. Zane’s cloak ripples in the vacuum, but he and the horse remain still.

The thugs skitter and slide along the hall and out the hole, decompressed.

Mortis FLICKS his tail at the damaged wall, and it is now resealed. Zane rides on into the next chamber without damaging the wall.

CHAMBER. Luna is still tied to the chair, a small CUT on her cheek. She looks past the demon thugs--

LUNA
Death! Don’t take me!

Dee and Dee hold SPARKING electrodes close. They scoff,
thinking she is joking. Zane has dismounted, stepping up behind the demons, the scythe blade gleaming.

No. Don’t kill anyone!

Dee and Dee turn.

The BLADE slices down.

It cuts Luna’s bonds. She ambles free of the chair and steps behind Zane.
Satan appears behind the stunned Dee and Dee and SHOVES them aside brutally. A WALL OF FLAME rises between Zane and himself.

Zane swings the scythe, cutting the flames like wheat.
He steps up to confront Satan.

SATAN
This is all minor magic. Without
the cloak you are nothing. Just a
man. A month ago, you were the
least of pipsqueaks on the verge of
eviction. You have delusions of
grandeur. I call you bluff.

Zane sets down the scythe and lifts cloak from shoulders.

LUNA
No, Zane! Don’t let Satan trick you.

Zane throws cape aside, removes shoes, gloves and gems.

He steps up and slowly lifts one bare hand forward.
Satan nudges it back.

SATAN
I can destroy you with a single
flick of my finger.

ZANE
Then you’d better do it.

Zane leans forward, shooting a hand at Satan’s
mid-section. The Devil PUFFS into NOTHINGNESS.

Zane turns to see Satan re-materialized.

ZANE
So you did get behind me after all.
I’ll turn my back on you again.
Here we go.

Zane turns away. Satan sighs--

SATAN
You have at last realized your
full power.
Zane picks up his cloak. Luna helps him dress again.

Satan’s puts fingers to chin, ready with a question.

ZANE
It was the fifth pattern of sticks.

SATAN
Intuitive thinking.

ZANE
If there was a way for you to mess
with Death you’d have done so long ago.

LUNA (crouched)
You were a man performing an office.
Now you are the office.

SATAN
That Green Mother. . .

Dee and Dee follow Satan out.

Luna stands, having tied their shoelaces together.

The Dees TOPPLE against Satan. He slowly turns in rage.

Luna smiles. She flinches from unseen FIREY retaliation. Zane drapes cloak around Luna’s bare shoulders.

She throws her arms around him, kissing him passionately.
He takes her hand, easing her back up onto Mortis.

LUNA (troubled)
Thousands of people are still suffering.

ZANE
I’ll have Chronos move me back far
enough that it’s erased. There
will be no gap for the mortals.


INT. LUNA’S LIVING ROOM

Zane and Luna cuddle watching the little TV together.
Two magic STONES are on top of the set for reception. Purgatory Newscaster is on screen--
NEWSCASTER
We believe it is fair to say that
the recommendation of one other
key witness will have overwhelming
force on the assessment.

ZANE
Maybe one of my clients.

LUNA
Who?

The TV CAMERA swings to reveal the Death steed Mortis.

NEWSCASTER VOICE
And what do you have to say, witness?

Mortis grunts affirmative. Camera swings back to News.

NEWSCASTER
And there you have it from the horse’s
mouth. Glad to have you with us.

Luna flicks off remote, trading it for Zane’s hand--

LUNA
Glad to have you with us.

ZANE
Glad to have you with us.

LUNA (kisses him)
Death came with friendly care. . .

DISSOLVE TO: CLOSE-UP of The Deathwatch CLICKING, reset.


INT. DEATHMOBILE

Death’s BONY FINGER tapping steering wheel. Other hand
drops to turn up MUSIC: “Another One Bites the Dust.”

EXT. HIGHWAY

The Deathmobile rides along beside us, overtakes us,
and passes us by. . .
FADE TO BLACK, of course.



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