This is a draft of our malac script that Duncun rewrote for our story.
MALac
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Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There's just too much fraternizing with the enemy.
-Henry Kissinger
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Ext.Morn.House
An expensive suburban house. We hear chatter from a radio, increasing in volume. During this we slowly pan to the house, interspersed with flashes of a dark, empty basement.
RADIO Thanks caller, great question. The fact is that a great deal of a relationship is based on power, and who is holding it in a given situation. Between consenting adults, sexual power games are a great way to explore this in a fun, safe environment with your partner.
That’s all we’ve got time for, tune it to next weeks show when we’ll be talking to....(decreases to background chatter)
Int.Morn.Kitchen
HE and SHE are going about their morning business; making coffee, getting ready for work.
HE So you’ll be able to get away early today?
SHE Shouldn’t be a problem.
HE (Suggestive) Do you think maybe we should toss for it now. Then we’ll know what we’re looking forward to, exactly?
SHE (Laughs) Ok.
HE fumbles excitedly in his pocket, and produces a coin.
HE You call it.
HE tosses the coin into the air, they both watch intently
SHE Heads
...and it drops to the floor, unseen by camera.
HE and SHE look up from the coin to meet each others gaze.
HE looks slightly uncomfortable.
SHE looks quietly pleased.
HE I guess it’s your turn then.
SHE Is that a problem?
HE Of course not.
SHE There’s a first time for everything, that’s what you said.
HE I know
SHE (looking at clock) It’s late, I’ve got to go. See you later (kisses him), and don’t look so worried, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t like to (exits).
HE looks pensive and worried.
As SHE turns to go, we see a somewhat malicious smile cross her face.
Int.Night.Basement
HE is sweating. Hard.SHE stands impassive. Unconcerned.
HE rubs his wrist and we see HE is chained to the chair.
SHE (Bright. Breezy) Are you sure you wouldn’t like a drink?(smiles) Never too late to change your mind.
HE (Afraid)Look, you’ve had your fun, can’t we stop? This is getting uncomfortable.
SHE (playful) Shush. Be quiet. It was uncomfortable for me too, you know.
HE (trying to laugh casually) Look, I did what you asked, but this…
SHE Ssshh(tone now much less friendly). I’ve got something here for you. She produces a briefcase.
SHE Do you think you might know what it is?
HE I’m asking you to stop now.
SHE You didn’t stop.
HE (mutters confusedly, lost for words)
SHE Places briefcase facing him, and opens it.
They call this model the Malac. Looks fun doesn’t it.
HE looks from the object to her, horror crossing his face.
HE Please...please...
SHE (revelling in his discomfort now) Yes sweetness?
HE I don’t want to play anymore.
SHE utterly ignores this last comment; is staring at the open briefcase. It is as though she has not even heard him.
SHE God it’s beautiful. Would you like a closer look?
HE Don’t. Don’t. I swear.
SHE That’s what it’s all about, you said. Taking it in turns to be gratified. And you were weren’t you? My turn now.
SHE removes the object, unseen by us, and looks at it. It is metallic; the light reflected on it plays on her face.
SHE We’ve got dinner tomorrow night. At Mary’s. So don’t worry. It won’t be anywhere visible.
HE No...
SHE shuts the case and steps forward
HE screams; it becomes muffled as we cut to the empty street outside.
THE END
