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Scene1
Mr. Call: Hello all.
Spike: Oh, hi sir Call. What brings you to these parts?
Mr. Call: Since my life is slim I want to make the best of it and get my eyebrow pierced.
“Mr. Call’s cold eyes brings a smile to the tattoo shop manager’s face”
Spike: Dude, that is great!
Mr. Call= Righty-o, can we begin this all ready?
Spike= Gladly.
“Spike escorts Mr. Call into a huge room that echoed through it’s shadowy walls. He then sits Mr. Call down in a wooden chair”
Mr. Call: Doesn’t it seem like everything happens for a reason in life lad.
Spike: Sure does.
Mr. Call: I didn’t really know what to do with money so I told the public that when I do die my money will be given to a random person. I know that who ever does get it will deserve it. That is what makes me think such things like destiny.
“Spikes eyes open widely”
Spike: Is that so. All of your money…
“Spike applies a gentle cream to Mr. Call’s face and shoves a thick needle through his weak skin”
Mr. Call: Uhhhh!!!
Spike: Oh!!! It seems that I have missed!!! Sorry.
“Spike lifts his arm and slams in the needle with great force”
Spike: I am so clumsy today. Sorry Mr. Call.
Mr. Call: Uh, at least you didn’t miss that time. The pain is unbearable.
“Mr. Call hands Spike the money for his service”
Spike: I guess I’ll be seeing you again Mr. Call.
Mr. Call: If destiny allows it…
“Mr. Call gets up slowly and exits the piercing shop”
Scene2
Mr. Call takes a walk through a park on a rainy muddy night with his dog Henry at 11.25pm. He walks into deep darkness that never seemed to fade. The darkness suffocated him to the point that he couldn’t see his own palm. Mr. Call’s fear began to take play and he ran uncontrollably. “BOOM” Mr. Call bumps into a still person that stood so quite that it seemed he or she was lifeless. Mr. Call falls on the floor. Sharp quick pain strikes Mr. Call in the heart. Mr. Call takes something out of his pocket and presses a button. He died seconds after.
Police found the old man 2 hours later with his whole lower jaw missing. The dog was found dead a couple of feet away from Mr. Call. It was a disturbing site. A large garbage bag stood next to him. Officers brought it to their headquarters and emptied it out. All they found inside the bag was a shiny piercing which led the police to quickly think of one suspect, Spike.
They gathered many suspects in a matter of 3 hours but it didn’t matter much to them, because the police seemed to have a hunch. They were put into a room together to talk to them all:
Mr. Grant: What am I doing here. This is outrageous!
Police officer: You all have been called here because you all have gotten into run ins with Mr. Call.
Robert Kane: I have had a couple of run ins with Mr. Call but we are still really good friends. This is just crazy. To make us come here this time of night.
Samuel Johns: Police these days are do unprofessional.
“The police officer looks closer at Mr. Johns and sees that his eyes are red and puffy. It would be impossible not to be in pain with eyes like that. He looks over to Ryan Jackson who had stayed silent for a long while. His eyes looked to have almost the same redness and puffiness as Mr. John’s”
Police officer: Were you and Ryan together just now.
Ryan Jackson: Oh course not!!!
Robert Kane: Liar!!
Ryan Jackson: You have no right to call me a liar!!
“Ryan kicks Robert from under the table”
Robert Kane: Ahhhhhhh, Don’t hit me there.
Mr. Grant: Any reason why?
Robert Kane: I have a dog bite there!!!
Police officer: Spike, you seem to be not as talkative as you normally are…
“Spike looks up at the police officer’s eyes and smiles”
Spike: I am still getting over the death of Mr. Call and now I am being accused of murdering him!!! It’s not right!!!
Police officer: I think it’s time to go now.
“Everyone steps to the door. Squishy mud noises come from Mr. Grant’s boots”
Police officer: Mr. Grant, please take off those shoes of yours. I can’t stand that sound.
Mr. Grant: You could take away my freedom but you won’t touch any of my stuff!!
Samuel Johns: Lets just leave this place.
Scene3
*The suspects are given a meal while being monitored by cameras at every corner”
Spike: So, who did this. Tell me. Please tell me who will soon ruin my life because of there little fun.
Mr. Grant: Even if one of us did do it, it’s not like we would tell you.
Robert Kane: So what do you guys do for fun.
Spike: I collect coins. I really like rare coins, but they cost a lot of money so I don’t even try collect anymore. Mr. Call gave me an expensive one today and I drove over 200 miles to see if I struck it rich in the coin collectors place….I didn’t
Samuel Johns: I was watching this 24 hour show on the usage of those darn VCRs today, but I still couldn’t do anything with my VCR.
Spike: You watched it all day! I could never watch tv that long without casing damage to something.
Robert Kane: Well, in my spare time I go over Mr. Call’s house…..that will be a little hard to do now.
Ryan Kane: Don’t complain because we don’t now if you killed him yet.
Mr. Grant: I like gardening. Er, today’s weather was so bad! It was impossible trying to protect my crops.
Ryan Kane: Um, I enjoy eating. Our family is a little low in money these days though. So I rarely eat out. I’m ok though.
Spike: All you guys are boring.
Mr. Grant: I know this isn’t any of my business, but collecting coins isn’t all that exciting either.
Spike: Shut it you…
“The police officer comes from out of nowhere and begins to take the suspect into a room”
Scene4
“As they walk through the corridors they run into a small boy”
Timmy Call: One of you killed him.
Police officer: Excuse me how did you get…
Timmy Call: Did you kill him!!!
Police officer: Security!!!
Timmy Call: You could do what you want now but when I figure out who killed him, havoc will reek through your brain. Cascades of terror will swirl around your soul until the bitter truth is revealed.
Spike:…Who are you?
Robert Kane: That’s Timmy Call, Mr. Call’s grandson.
Timmy Call: Roby you’re a suspect!!!
Robert Kane: You don’t have a dog or a grandfather anymore. How sad.
Timmy Call: Henry always hated you. I bet he has given you 7 bite marks every time you come over our house.
“Security finally comes and takes him away”
Police officer: Lets continue.
“The police officer takes them all into a small room with cobwebs lining the walls. A metal desk with plastic bags over it catches the eye of everyone who steps in”
Police officer: In these plastic bags were the things that Mr. Call had in his pockets that tonight. There is a dog whistle, a can of pepper spray, sticks of chewing gum, and a cell phone. This and other things have led me to know who killed Mr. Call. Everyone here has proved to me that they didn’t kill him except a couple of people and more facts narrow those down even more. The killer is…………..
Who Killed Mr. Call and how do you know?
Drunk
I better call the doctor.
But maybe he died from Spike's cut.
> I'm not even sure you could do 200 miles in that time... Spike's alibi
> is dodgy..
Don't worry you are on the right track with this post with Spike.
200miles=lots of miles lots of time.
Then again, he said he doesn't even try to collect them anymore, so why would he drive 200 miles? I think he's lying. He smiles before telling us he is having trouble getting over Mr Calls death. Spike is also very quick to claim his innocence and accuse others, and appears eaily agitated as they spend more time at the station. He also thinks everyone else is boring.
Jackson denies he was with Kane, but Kane calls him a liar. Jackson thinks Kane is guilty, and is trying to disassociate himself with him.
So far, I think Spike is the killer, and I think Jackson is innocent. I'm not sure about the rest yet.
One thing is bugging me. Why was his lower jaw missing? It has to be to hide something. I'll post again when (if) I have any ideas about this. It might change things significantly...
You did get one of the suspects that have been narrowed down to the final choosing by the police......but that isn't right. Think harder.
I hapo someone gets this.:D
You can't fool me!
The garbage bag was used to put over Mr. Call's head, hence the unending darkness and inability to see his own palm (he's old so he wouldn't realise the presence of the bag), and he was killed by...
...Robert Kane! I say this because he was a little low on money, and from his vists to his house he must have seen his wealth. Also the dog hates him as the grandson says, and we all know that dogs have an intuition for this kind of thing. Plus, Robert Kane tries to make an alibi by saying he was with someone else, when he wasn't. Maybe most convincingly, when someone says that this was someone idea of fun, Robert Kane says 'So what do YOU guys do for fun?', implying that killing was his type of fun.
Dunno if I got it right or not, but I think my logic is pretty sound.