EXT. IN THE WOODS - NIGHT
Moonless night. Too much cloud cover for stars.
BEATRICE (37), a fast talking, domineering woman, walks in a crazed, lost state through the dense forest. She’s far from the weakly lit trail left behind her. Beatrice fidgets with a gun in her hand, spinning the barrel.
A COUPLE is seen coming down the path giggling along. Beatrice flinches when she sees them, raises her gun, and takes aim haphazardly. She turns the gun away. Points it at a tree. Angles it up and down repeatedly. More trees and terrified squirrels passing through become her target.
Pressing the gun’s handle to her temple, Beatrice bares her teeth like an animal in pain. It slides down her face. The gun CLICKS into place.
[ROLL CREDITS - play to Van Canto’s “PARANOID” - begin with several promising teenagers. They walk towards Rodin’s “Gates to Hell” drinking alcohol, taking selfies, and acting crudely. They go through a “Dorian Gray” effect where they become ugly and enter the gates in a speeding sports car. The sculpture comes to life and opens for them. Enticing demons that resemble themselves slowly pull each from the car as they drive through the circles of hell]
INT. BEATRICE’S BEDROOM - MORNING
SUPERIMPOSE: 3 days before
Beatrice wakes up next to a snoring HANDSOME MAN in her massive bed. Her bedroom is both tasteful and grossly luxurious. She raises an eyebrow in disgust at the drooling one night stand.
Make like a lost balloon and get
What time is it?
What the hell? It’s too early.
Get up or I’m going to get
His eyes flash awake.
Ah the magic word. Come on.
Beatrice leaps out of the bed and begins clothing herself.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of
the bed. Maybe because it’s five in
the morning. Come here, gorgeous,
let’s go back to sleep.
He pats the golden pillows invitingly.
Not a chance. I have to get ready
for work. Some of us have jobs,
What do you do? Make sure the
roosters do their job?
She leaves the room without further ado. He looks at her with a mixture of confusion and shock.
INT. KITCHEN - MORNING
Beatrice puts together a green goddess breakfast and a slab of chocolate cake. Her one night stand emerges from the bedroom and looks at the food hungrily.
Well, it was nice meeting you.
We’re not having breakfast together?
Do I look like a charity?
Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry
No, no. I just want you to go. Had
a great time and all that jizz -
jazz. Buh-bye now.
She sighs going through the motions.
It was nice meeting you. Bye, then.
He shows himself to the door and exits her apartment. Beatrice eats her breakfast alone and reads a business magazine with a broad smile.
INT. PARKING DECK - DAY
Beatrice exits her lavish car and sees a HOOKER with lots of gold jewelry and condom accordions hanging out of her pockets. She has a gray, fur jacket and a wolf-eared hat. Beatrice bypasses the woman and heads to the elevator.
For you, free. Mhmm mhmm mhmm. I’d
even swallow your squirt, darlin’.
Pshh, you’d spit it back in my face
like the camel cumbucket that you are,
doll face. And this is a nice suit.
Beatrice pulls down the hooker’s hat and pats her head before departing. The hooker licks her lips and HOWLS like a she-wolf as the elevator closes. Beatrice makes vulgar, sexual gestures.
EXT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS
Beatrice leaves with a sadistic smile, dons sunglasses, and struts past a HOMELESS MAN. He paces back and forth with a mane of untamed hair. Drunk raving ensues.
A large and menacing business building looms on the horizon, dwarfing the others. It seems out of this world.
You don’t matter! Your life doesn’t
matter! There is no after life,
nothing, no god to help you.
No love in your life.
You’d think the last ice storm
would’ve wiped these miscreants out.
You are all corrupt! Disgusting
creatures with no value or significance!
You all believe you have control,
control over what? Nothing!
Death will come for you and
give you nothing.
Intelligence cannot save you.
Happiness will escape you. Peace
is out of your grasp. We are bred
for conflict! Violence! Blood!
We are meant to spill each other’s
because we love the flavor!
Even our own with the slit
of a wrist, we cannot deny
sipping at life-
He spits at Beatrice and clumsily picks up one of his beer bottles. Breaking it on the ground, he waves it threateningly whilst swaying in place.
Wrong move. Security’ll be here
faster than you can fall.
She races inside to safety.
Someone’s lost his pride.
INT. LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
Beatrice strolls up to the leopard printed RECEPTIONIST.
Good morning, Ms. Portinari.
Call security. There’s a drunk
Are we still allowed to call them
Fine, troglodyte. Security, woman,
Beatrice snaps her fingers.
Yes, mam. And might I add, you
look ravishing today, like every
day really. You should model
for Vogue or something.
My ass loves your lips, sweet cheeks.
Don’t worry about it.
Beatrice takes off towards the elevators.
Fucking bitch, I hope your face
falls off in the meeting.
EXT. BEATRICE’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Beatrice moseys on over to her office but gets stopped by ALEXANDER (35), a coworker.
Morning, Lexi Lex.
You’re in early.
Ah you know, couldn’t sleep.
How many sleepless nights is it
going to take before I get you to
my kick boxing class? The only
place you’ll get knocked out is
onto a pillow.
I’d probably like it too much.
And that’s a bad thing?
I’m not one for satisfaction.
You sicko, I like it. How’re the
Super Bowl commercials coming along?
All right, but some cunt is giving
me trouble. She wants twice the price
of a prime time slot and I am not
going to give it to her. We’ll
see how much she tries to mark it
up if I go over there with a bat.
Hah. You’ll get it down, you always do.
This bitch is stubborn.
And you’re not?
Tell you what. Try another tactic.
Fly out to wherever she’s at and
take her out to dinner. Don’t
talk about business at all - tell
her how much you love her voice
on the phone, even when you’re
trying to get a good negotiation
You’re the sicko.
Hey, if you can fake sincerity,
you can get whatever you want.
She’s over in Wisconsin.
No wonder she’s got a stick up
her ass. Send me the bill.
I’ll take care of it, just take
care of her.
They spartan handshake with their forearms before departing into their offices.
If it fails, you’re bringing a
I’ll back her into a corner and make
her sorry myself if I have to.
It’s just business. She’ll understand.
INT. BEATRICE’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Beatrice takes her seat with an air of confidence and unnerving equanimity. It is with the persona of a tyrant that she gazes through to the grand view beyond her window.
A phone RINGS and Beatrice answers it.
This is Beatrice speaking.
A pause. A flash of anger.
Beatrice hangs up coldly, pushes a button, and holds the receiver back up to her ear.
I thought I made myself perfectly
clear - no reporters, Barbara.
She turns her menacing gaze to the shelves brimming with books and magazines.
Claimed to be with our suppliers?
Which one? Oh, for fuck’s sake.
I’ll take care of this, thank you,
She slams the phone back down, thinks better of it, and calls someone up.
We’ve got someone at the New York Times
sniffing around. Make sure no one
visits our production sites in
India. Order another mock strike
if need be - no one gets in.
This time, Beatrice gently puts the phone down subdued in thought.
Japan better be secure.
She hops out of her chair and grabs a large folder out of a drawer before leaving the room.
INT. MEETING ROOM - DAY
Beatrice stands tall in front of a projected screen with a presentation set to go. “Cocytus” is featured in bold letters with a moving logo.
The BOARD OF DIRECTORS (9) take their seats at a large table, each with a leather portfolio in hand. Some appear intimidated by Beatrice’s cool demeanor but most look exceptionally eager for her to begin.
Ladies and gentleman, we had quite a successful
fourth quarter. Not only did we meet our
projected targets, we crushed them.
Cocytus brought in $3.3 billion in
sales alone, a 31.4% increase from last
Applause breaks out. Beatrice begins to go through impressive bar graphs, each illustrating growth.
Regular prescriptions continue to flourish.
We haven’t had a single representative
fall behind desired sales, in fact,
most have doubled their numbers.
From production to marketing, quality
assurance to research and development,
top to bottom, our campaigns this year
could not have gone more expeditiously.
We have the highest selling drug on
the market, so I’ll keep this short
and sweet. I think it’s time we let
Cocytus bring Acheron to the multinational
forefront. Now’s the time. We have to
take advantage of the remaining ten years
Cocytus has a patent-
BOARD DIRECTOR #1
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Acheron is still relatively small.
We can’t go up against someone like
Johnson & Johnson-
It is true they have years on us,
but they don’t have Cocytus.
Beatrice wags her finger playfully.
BOARD DIRECTOR #2
I’m all in favor. Now’s the best time
to take the risk while we can afford-
BOARD DIRECTOR #3
Look, America lives and breathes for
drugs, but we’re working with the
best market possible. Abroad though?
We could suffer a detrimental backlash.
BOARD DIRECTOR #5
I’m also in favor but give it a few
BOARD DIRECTOR #6
I agree. We don’t know enough about
the foreign markets yet.
You all act as if I haven’t done
my homework. In your reports, you’ll
find a list of calculated projections for
They all flip through the pages.
BOARD DIRECTOR #7
BOARD DIRECTOR #1
These can’t be accurate.
I assure you, I’ve done the research.
Or I should say, I delegated the research to the best.