***The blacked out Chevy Tahoe rolls up from the darkness inside the gates of the Compound. It rolls to a stop outside the front doors. Sebastian Duke and the Followers exit the truck and walk into the building. Asmodeus greets them and hand's Sebastian a tape.


ASMODEUS: "You're back soon. I take it the search did not go so well."


SEBASTIAN DUKE: "This is not the time nor the place to be getting on my nerves Asmodeus. No, it did not go well. I got to Ireland, argued with a cocky cab driver, found what I needed, laughed at Jonathan for being an idiot, scared the hell out of the cab driver, flew to New York, found a gigantic library, some fat black lady tripped over my foot and got in my face, then her fat husband or whatever interfered and took a swing at me so I through both of their fat asses through a couple windows, flew to our airport, picked up the Tahoe, which is now scratched by the way, then to this store called Wall-Mart.... I thought they sold walls so I was confused as to why we'd go there for some electronic device.... Luke said they didn't sell walls... He was right... Anyhow, you should see the people in that place. So, I bought something called a computer for Luke so he can do the rest of the search in this innertube... innerweb.... I don't know.... Luke! What's that thing called on the computer?"


LUKE: "Uhhh, the internet?"


SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Yeah that. Anyhow, Asmodeus, you and Luke will take the Tahoe into town tomorrow. You're going to get that scratch fixed and find someone that sells the internets. Also, find a power company. We have to get power to Luke's room."



ASMODEUS: "I assume you are no longer allowed in the library in New York City?"


SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Not sure. Why? Did somebody say something? You think I should've left a note?"


***Asmodeus just shakes his damn head and walks away. Sebastian Duke takes his suitcase and his video tape and heads to bed.
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***Sebastian Duke gets to his private bedroom. He pops in a tape simply labeled 'Ursula.' He watches her promo with great interest. The promo concludes and Duke exits the room. He walks down the upper hallway:


"You know, Ursula... At first I considered your broken English annoying... Now I just think it's sexy.... You referred to me as crazy and Ursula... I'd have to agree with you. Yes... I am a little crazy. There's one thing you're forgetting though, Ursula. I will get to that a little later."


***Duke walks down the old stone spiral staircase leading to the foyer and main corridor below. He turns left and heads toward the chapel at the rear of the building.


"I'm glad, Ursula, that you admit to being into your statistics, because Monday night, you'll become one. You'll become a statistic not in a notch on a headboard kind of way, no no. You'll become a statistic in a loss to Sebastian Duke. You say you came here for competition, I'm glad you said that too. I mean, who in there right mind enters this business to hang out and sit around all day? Competition, Ursula, is what it's about. Make no mistake about it though, Ursula, the competition you'll have Monday night, is waaay more then you can handle."


***Duke nears the end of the corridor and hangs a right into the chapel. The large heavy doors slamming with a thud behind him. He walks up the center aisle toward the altar.


"Ahhhh. Here we are Ursula. As I give you this grand tour of the Compound, we have arrived at the place where you and I could've been wed. I'm not really surprised though that you turned down my offer. I mean, the intimidation alone must have been enough. You, you're this small...... petite.... beautiful woman.... Then you got Sebastian Duke.... A big..... thick..... hard......... -ass kind of guy.... I don't blame you. I could literally break you in half...... You know if I rolled over on you or something....."


***Duke hangs a left through a set of double doors that lead to a hallway.


"Here we are, Ursula. Nearing the end of our journey together. You said excuses are the tools of the incompetent. At least I think that's what you said. I'm not quite sure. If that is what you said then I completely agree with you. That begs the question Ursula. What excuses will you make after you lose? You may not admit it out loud or in public but I promise you, you'll make excuses for yourself.


"You're going to make me your bitch are you? I'd love to see you try. I'll bring the camera, you bring the whips. While I will admit I laughed a little at those remarks, one thing remains little girl, that's th fact that you're so delusional over your fear of me that you literally have yourself thinking that A) you can beat me. B) you really could make me your bitch. C) That you actually inspire these lazy kids to get off the crouch and do something with their lives. And finally, D) that you could actually be a legitimate champion one day.

"Unfortunately, for you, Ursula Areano, none of those are true. If you don't believe these are delusions just ask Benjamin Crane about them. He deluded himself into thinking he could beat me too. He couldn't. I knew it. Now he knows it. Soon, you'll know it."


***Duke walks through the double doors that lead to the rear of the estate at the end of the hallway. He walks toward the area where a traitor was burned at the stake not long ago.


"Ursula, earlier I eluded to your reference of me being..... crazy. You see, Ursula, not even two weeks ago I came to Madness unannounced and I took out everybodies favorite son. I strung him back up on the cross where he belongs. That building we just came out of, he's in there. Maybe one day, if you're lucky, I'll show you.

"Not long ago a man by the name of Steven, one of my very own Followers, tried to poison me with Holy Water. We had a ceremony right where I stand now. You can't see it in the darkness right now. But, it was a ceremony befitting of any traitor. My Followers and I watched, as he screamed and wiggled in agony and pain. We watched as the smell of burning flesh and bone and blood and hair filled the atmosphere around us. We watched as he drew his final breaths of life. He died right here for his sins against me, Ursula. And we watched.... and never thought twice about it......

"Turn the camera light on so she can see."


***The camera man obliges his demand and the light clicks on. The stake is not empty. In fact, secured to this stake is Ursula Areano. Obviously not in the flesh, but a life-like wax replica. Duke ignites a torch sitting near by. He looks at the camera, then tilts the torch igniting the straw surround the stake. Seconds later, the kindling under the Ursula Areano was likeness ignites. The wax figure begins to melt. Slow at first, then faster and faster.


"Ursula, you denied me your hand in marriage, as I expected. Just remember one thing.... If I can't have you, nobody will. Does that sound crazy to you?"


***Duke walks off camera, presumably back toward the Compound as the wax Ursula is all but gone. The scene fades to black.
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2 Days Later

***Sebastian Duke enters the Compound foyer where Jacob is there to greet him.


SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Where's Asmodeus?"


JACOB: "Upstairs. In Luke's room."


SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Did they find anything on Donnelly yet?"


JACOB: "I don't believe so sir. They have been up there for more then 4 hours. We've missed both the morning and afternoon sermon sir. They must be hard at it."


***Duke quickly rushes up the stairs. He reaches the top and proceeds down the hallway at a rather fast pace. He comes to Luke's room and enters without a knock.


ASMODEUS: "Ahhh. Sebastian. How are you?"


SEBASTIAN DUKE: "I'd be a lot better if you had good news for me. But, it's not looking likely."


ASMODEUS: "You should try this game! I found myself in this weird chat thing. You can chat with people all over the world. Some numbskull from Texas challenged me to a game. He had the record. So I beat it. By a lot. Then, this british guy broke my record. Then I beat his with a really huge score and I thought it was untouchable. So, I went back to chatting and some girl told me that this british guy beat me again. I've been trying to get my record back ever since. It's so addicting. Luke, what's this game called again?"


LUKE: "Bubble Shooter."


ASMODEUS: "Ahhhh. Yes. Bubble Shooter."


***Sebastian Duke rolls his eyes and angrily stomps away. He gets half way down the hall and yells:

"JUST TELL ME HIS FU**ING NAME!!!!!!"


***The scene fades out....