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Baroque - Scene 8

INT. JASON'S APARTMENT - DAY

Jason is sitting in front of an easel working on a new painting.

His back is to the fully restored painting.

His work has become very macabre and dark. At his feet are scattered other canvases, with portraits of people looking like they are ready to die. As if tortured near death and
then posed for the painting.

Behind him, in the restored painting, the Countess is standing watching, with her hands pressed against the front of the painting.

There is a light knocking at the door, followed by the sound of a key in the lock. The door opens, and Sarah enters.

The Countess moves back from the surface of the painting, and hides in a shadow in the painting.

Jason continues his painting unaware of her presence.

SARAH
Jason! Jason, are you ready?

She sees that he is painting.

SARAH
Damn it, Jason, you were suppose to
be ready.

Jason stops painting and slowly looks up at her. His eyes are rolled back into his head.

JASON
(as if waking from a
possession)
Sarah? Is that you?

Jason begins to reach out to her. Sarah lets out a scream and staggers back.

JASON
Sarah. Sarah, are you ok?

SARAH
(crying)
What the hell is happening to you?

JASON
I don't know, I must have been
spacing out. I was just painting
and then you were there.

SARAH
Oh, God, Jason. I thought you were
hurt.

Jason smiles and reaches out his hand to her. She takes it and they hug.

JASON
No, I'm fine. Just blanked out for
a minute. It's okay. I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to freak you out.

SARAH
Don't ever do that again.
(taking notice of the
large painting)
You finished it.

JASON
What? Oh I guess I did. I have a
little work to do on the frame, but
after that It's done.

SARAH
That's great, but now you need to
seriously get ready.

Jason still looking like a painter slob.

JASON
What do you mean? I am ready.

SARAH
No . Please change.

JASON
Whatever.

Jason walks to the bathroom.

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EXT. JASON'S APARTMENT - EVENING

Jason and Sarah walk down the sidewalk from his apartment passing the windows of the gallery and in to the door.

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INT. GALLERY - EVENING

The gallery walls are covered with Jason's drawings and paintings. People are milling about the gallery, chatting and looking at the works.

Sarah is beaming with pride. The two of them make their way around to a couple of the paintings when one of the people, Jessica, an older retired woman recognizes Jason.

JESSICA
Jason! The show is great. Your
work has really started to shine.

JASON
Thank you.

JESSICA
I'm very interested in this piece
over here.

Jason, Jessica, and Sarah make their way over to a medium sized landscape painting

JASON
Yeah. I was pretty happy with this
one. I did it when I was on a trip
to Arizona.

JESSICA
Arizona. I have a house in
Arizona.

JASON
Well I bet this would look great in
your house, in Arizona.

They all laugh.

A gallery employee walks up.

GALLERY EMPLOYEE
Jason. I'm sorry. There's someone
outside that wants to speak with
you.

JASON
Who?

GALLERY EMPLOYEE
I don't know, but the car was nice.

JASON
Ok. Thanks.
(to Sarah and Jesicca)
Could you please excuse me?

JESSICA
Of course.

Sarah looks at Jason quizzically. Jason shrugs his shoulders and walks out of the gallery.

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EXT. GALLERY - EVENING

It a dark rainy night.

Jason looks around and sees Adolphe in a long trench coat, under an umbrella held by the BUTLER.

Jason proceeds across the street.

JASON
Hey, Mr. Starne. Did you come for
the show?

ADOLPHE
Good evening, Mr. Sutherland. No
offense, but your paintings are not
quite old enough to spark my
curiosity.

JASON
Oh. That's cool. I understand.

ADOLPHE
I have come to check on the status
of the painting.

JASON
(pause)
It's coming along just fine.
ADOLPHE
I'm sorry Mr. Sutherland, but I am
not used to dealing in ambiguities.
Have you managed to restore the
painting?

JASON
Uh... No, not yet. There are a
couple of other things I wanna try.

ADOLPHE
What did Professor Williams have to
say about this?

JASON
He's coming over tomorrow to check
things out.

ADOLPHE
Good... Good... So I may look
forward to a more complete progress
report tomorrow evening?

JASON
Totally.

ADOLPHE
Until next time. Good evening.

Adolphe gets in the car. The butler opens the door for him, gathers the umbrella, and takes his place behind the wheel.

The car's passenger window rolls down just enough for Adolph's face to been seen.

ADOLPHE
Good luck with your show Mr.
Sutherland.

JASON
Thanks, Mr. Starne.

Jason walks back across the street. Sarah is waiting in the doorway for him.

They both walk back into the gallery.

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INT. GALLERY - EVENING

Marius approaches Jason and Sarah.

MARIUS
Sarah! How are you?

SARAH
Hey, Marius. I'm great, thank you.
I really like what you've done with
the gallery.

MARIUS
Thank you.
(pause)
So. Jason. How do you think
things are going?

JASON
The turnout is really good.

MARIUS
True. The turnout is great.
However, not one piece has sold
Jason. You know I was serious
about the rent being due?

JASON
Yeah I know. I'll have the rent.

Seth approaches.

SETH
(grinning)
Jason! Hey, things are really
heating up in here now huh?

JASON
(looking at Sarah)
Let's get out of here.

SETH
Come on now, Jason. I was just
kidding.

MARIUS
No, go, go. No one is buying and
keeping lights on costs money. I
am closing the gallery for tonight.

SARAH
Hey. Enough, Marius.

MARIUS
I'm sorry Sarah. Tomorrow Jason's
paintings must be gone for new
paintings that sell.

JASON
I'll clear out the paintings
tomorrow.

MARIUS
There is nothing personal in this,
Jason. Even art must give in to
business.

JASON
It's okay.

SARAH
Jason.

JASON
No, it's cool. I'll be by
tomorrow.

SETH
Good luck.

JASON
Yep.

Jason and Sarah walk outside.

SARAH
I'm sorry about that.

JASON
Don't sweat it. It's cool.

SARAH
No it's not. I love your work,
Jason.

JASON
(smiling)
Thanks. My greatest fan.

They laugh.

SARAH
You want me to come up with you?

JASON
No. I'm gonna just hang out and
paint.

SARAH
Are you sure?

JASON
Yeah. I just need to think for a
while.

SARAH
Okay. Come by the cafe for lunch
tomorrow?

JASON
Yeah, that'll be great. Love you.

SARAH
Love you too.

Jason walks Sarah to her car, kisses her, and walks to his apartment.

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INT. JASON'S APARTMENT - MOMENTS LATER

Jason goes to the kitchenette and mixes himself a drink, then sits in front of his easel, staring at his painting.

He picks up the brush and begins to mix around some paints. Jason's gash on his hand suddenly begins to bleed, dripping on the paints.

He quickly turns up his hand and sees that the gash has opened up again, but at the same time notices that there is a strange movement in the paint that has been soaked in blood.

Jason, hand still dripping blood, picks up the brush out of the mix and paints a long slow stroke on the canvas.

The paint begins to shudder and ease into its own predestined form.

Quickly he gathers another batch of the possessed paint and applies it to the canvas.

Again it morphs to what seems to be a pre-destined picture.

Two more stokes are spread onto the canvas and Jason realizes he is out of the mix. He tries to squeeze more blood out of the injury, but it isn't flowing quickly enough.

He walks into the kitchen, grabs a knife and digs it into the palm of his hand, to extract more blood.

Jason places his bleeding hand above the palette of paint and lets the puddle of blood splash onto it.

Almost frantically, Jason gathers up his brush and begins mixing the paint and blood.

He attacks the canvas with the brush. Almost beating and scrubbing the paint into it.

Slowly a form begins to emerge in the wet blood and paint spread on the canvas. It is the face of the Countess. She is staring at him through the paint.

Quickly Jason looks back as if she were right over his shoulder when she grabs his back.

Jason jumps up in shock, out of the chair as if awakening from a dream.

He looks behind him, but there is nothing there.

He notices his injured hand is bleeding so he gets a clean rag and wraps it again.

Jason takes notice of his painting. It is again a portrait of a dying person.

JASON
(talking to himself)
What the fuck?

Jason grabs his head in frustration and goes into the kitchen to get another drink and re-bandage his hand.

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