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Walter begins to backpedal. He lowers his toy gun, shakes his head.
WALTER It’s not real, it’s just...
COP I said freeze!
Walter staggers backward toward a door. He opens it, quickly shuts it behind him.
INT. STOCKROOM - NIGHT
Walter runs through the stockroom, throws open another door.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Walter finds himself in a grungy alley behind the store. A seven foot brick wall stands in front of him. He runs to a garbage can, jumps on it, then scales the wall.
EXT. BACKYARD - NIGHT
Walter runs through a backyard. He hears sirens converging around him.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Walter runs across a street. He sees blue and red lights reflected off nearby houses. Tires squeal about a block away.
INT. BACKYARD - NIGHT
Walter enters another backyard. Nearby, he hears cops running on foot.
Sweating, gasping, desperate, Walter sees the back door to the house next to him is slightly ajar. He runs inside.
INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
Walter shuts the door behind him. He huddles in a cramped, dark room. He hears policemen call to each other outside.
An adjacent door opens, light floods the room. A short, squat MAN, fully cloaked in a black robe, fills the doorway.
I went camping once. With two other fellas. It got sticky and sore and very unseemly. I shan't be going again. I like toilets and sinks with carpet. That never get damp. And drains. Ah, I knew had to do something. Now, did I leave my trowel near my keys? And where the hell is the shovel gone?
Walter gasps as the man removes his hood. His entire face and bald head are covered with tattoos.
WALTER Yes...Yes I am.
MAN By what name are you known, candidate?
Walter pauses. The man’s eye socket makes up the thorax of a vicious looking spider that adorns the left side of his face.
WALTER Peter. Peter Parker.
The man looks Walter over. He’s pale, sweaty and decidedly non-inked.
MAN Very well, Mr. Parker. Nothing pleases her more than a blank canvas on which to paint. Come. We’ll see if she approves.
Walter frowns as the man leads him into another room.
INT. THE OFFICE.
The man leads Walter into what appears to be an abandoned dentists office. The chair, sharp instruments and overhead light are rusted and filthy.
The wrist restraints appear new.
In addition to rusty tools, the counters are covered with small, brightly colored vials that are stacked as high as possible, looking like the smallest bump would send them all to the floor.
The man motions for Walter to sit in the chair.
Walter brushes off a few cockroaches and takes a seat.
The man's face contorts in a sneer.
MAN She will be with you shortly, candidate. In the meantime, I strongly suggest that you remove your pants.
Failure is only the opportunity to begin again more intelligently - Dove Chocolate Wrapper
Wow, you guys had me fooled. I thought Walter was completely insane. And then I thought he was going to get some kind of extraordinary tattoo.
I don't know what they're gonna do or why, but maybe he should pulls some mental gymnastics and go back to that store to pick up the goodies for his wife and be a "Nice Walter".
Wow, you guys had me fooled. I thought Walter was completely insane. And then I thought he was going to get some kind of extraordinary tattoo.
I don't know what they're gonna do or why, but maybe he should pulls some mental gymnastics and go back to that store to pick up the goodies for his wife and be a "Nice Walter".
Sandra
For my part, I was planning a tattoo, but I couldn't get the right tone for it. So, I went with a "wrong place, wrong time"-type thing.
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