The Copycat Murders By William MeikleFADE INTEASERCUT TO:INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHTA long empty corridor, deathly quiet, no movement.BANG!A thirty-something, well turned out, female, MEGREARDON slams out of one of the side doors.She runs along the corridor, leaving bloody prints where her palms slap hard on the walls.Make-up is streaked across her face, and shecontinually casts frightened glances behind her.The corridor behind her is empty.CUT TO:INT. DRESSING ROOM - LATERShe throws herself into her dressing room, slammingthe door hard behind her and locking it shut from theinside.She leaves blood everywhere she touches.Forehead leaning on the door, she gives way tosobbing.Eventually she gets control and turns, only to takefright at her reflection in the big mirror ahead ofher.There is no one else in the room.All is quiet except for her heavy, almost sobbing,breathing.As if for the first time she notices the blood on herhands, and the large, still dripping, gash across herright palm.
Thick drops of blood fall to the dressing room floor.She backs away across the room, leaving a spottedblood trail, until her back is to the large mirror.She can't keep her eyes off the door handle,expecting it to turn at any moment.Finally she can't retreat any further… She is backedup tight against the mirror.SLASH!A knife flashes. She looks down to see blood flowingdown her front.In the mirror she is seen staggering towards the doorand trying to open it.It is locked tight.She turns, looking for her attacker.She is the only person in the room.Blood pours down her chest.She slumps to the ground.In close up, her eyes, wide open, going dim.CUT TO:INT. DRESSING ROOM - LATERTitles : THE COPYCAT MURDERSThe crime scene slowly fills with police,photographers, forensics, all crammed into the too-small area inside the dressing room.They mill around the body which lies in the centre ofthe room under a bloody sheet.Pictures are taken, measurements are made.People come and go, but the body stays there,unmoving.Meikle/ Copycat http://www.williammeikle.com 2.
Finally, making his way wearily along the corridorinto the room, Detective Inspector JIM RYAN, a tiredlooking detective, about forty, once fit, now goingto seed.He is met by a younger officer, Detective SergeantDAVE THORNE, late twenties, well groomed, betterdressed than your average police officer.Thorne looks weak and pale, as if he's about to throwup.RYANAnother one?Thorne doesn't speak, merely nods towards the door.Ryan bends to look at the lock. The wood around thejamb is splintered and broken on the inside.RYANIt had to be forced open from the outside?Thorne nods.THORNEJust like the others.(pause)Same MO as well. Although this time itlooks like the knife was even bigger. Howis he doing it guv?Ryan stares down at the sheet covering the body. A spatter-work pattern of blood has soaked through thesheet.He looks away, eyes drawn to the big dressing mirror where the presenter would have sat before going onair.He stares at his own reflection in the mirror for along time.THORNEGuv?Ryan leaves without speaking.Meikle/ Copycat http://www.williammeikle.com 3.
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