This is in general script format. But please, enjoy nonetheless.

Scene I 

[The scratching of the card into the lock can be heard. A second later, the door swings open and a young man , his figure covered by a heavy black coat, steps in and quickly shuts the door behind himself. He stares at the door for a moment before turning away and hastily walking towards his bed, which he sits on somewhat carelessly. He stares out, seemlingly unaware of his surroundings. Suddenly, he rolls over and curls in the fetal position on his bed.]

Man

[Visibly shaken, he talks to himself]

It had to be done…it had to.

[A convulsive shiver runs through him.]

For better or for worse, for better or for worse…it had to be done. I had no choice, no choice, no choice.

[He pauses before quickly sitting up and looking down at himself in horror.]

God, the blood! the blood!

[He begins to vigorously strip himself, seraching each part of his clothing for a fleck a trace of his crime. Having stripped down to his undergarments, he jumps up and heads into the bathroom, whre he begins to vigorously wash at his hands. A horrified smile stretches across his face.]

"Out, out damn spot!"

[He laughs but suddenly catches himself and stops, horrified at his own attitude. He shakingly dries his hands. He looks in the mirror and runs his hands over his face in disbelief. A knock on the door causes him to jump. Looking about wildly, he grabs a towel and wraps it around his boxers. He nervously steps out of the bathroom and walks towards the door.]

[Whispering] They’ve come, they’ve come. So soon? How so soon?

[Trying to look calm, he opens the door. To his surprise, a young japanese woman stands in the doorway, her sensual dress revealing her business.]

Woman

You called for me earlier?

[The young man stares for a moment before gathering his wits and quickly glancing behind him.]

Man

No, no. You must have the wrong number.

Woman

Didn’t you make a call for my services?

Man

No, no, I didn’t! Leave, get out, before I call the police!

[Suddenly, he lets out a hysterical laugh.]

The police! The police!

[The woman stares at him for a moment, before slowly backing off. She looks angry at being refused after accepting a job, but she’s not sure if she wants to be with a man who’s acting crazy anyways. The man pays no more mind to her; instead, he closes the door and goes back and sits down on the bed, where he stares at the wall. The door opens again, and the man looks up, his eyes wide and terrified. Another man enters the room, looking disdainfully at him.]

Man 2

What’s wrong with you, Bren? Did I just see you reject your reward for a good job at the door?

[Bren looks at him but says nothing. Man 2 sighs impatiently.]

Don’t tell me you’ve lost your nerve over this? You’ve done hundreds of others in, why now?

[Bren looks up at his friend.]

The child. The child was there.

[Man 2 looks at Bren for a moment.]

Man 2

[Shrugs] Sometimes there has to be a casualty.

[Bren looks up at Man 2 in horror. Suddenly, anger crossed his features and he stands up.]

Bren

She was a child! An innocent child who had nothing to do with this!

Man 2

[He looks unbothered] Things happen you can’t predict, okay? That’s part of the job.

[Suddenly, a smile crosses his face] Don’t tell me you’re backing out? Are you going to risk backing out on us partway through a mission?

[Bren freezes]

Bren

Of-of course not. I was just-

Man 2

[Turns towards the door] Good. So long as you don’t forget what we’re working for, you’ll get over it.

[Man 2 stops at the doorway]

Now why don’t you come reclaim your prize for the evening? She’s sitting patiently in my room right now.

Bren

[Stares for a moment, before weakly nodding his head.]

Sure, I’ll be over in a minute.

[Man 2 nods and closes the door behind himself. Bren quickly walks over to his bed and sits down. Reaching over, he pulls open the drawer next to the bed, revealing a Bible and a gun. Reaching in, he pulls out the gun and fingers it for a moment. Suddenly, he closes his eyes, puts the muzzle to his temple, and holds it there. After a moment, he takes the gun away and puts in back in the drawer. He sighs. Standing up, he looks down at himself.]

[He smiles] I’m already dressed for my reward, too.

[He laughs as he walks out of his hotel room in towel over his boxers.]

End Scene