001 - The Book - Hendrik 'The Torpedo'

THE BOOK - HENDRIK 'THE TORPEDO'
Written by
T.H.Massacre
Original NFT film chapter.
Address: Hells Kitchen
Phone Number: Decentralized!

INT. ARCHIES BAR, DOWNTOWN DETROIT - DAY
A severed finger sits like a fat decapitated worm sat on top
of a billiard table. Broken bits of glass and missing teeth
are sprinkled all over the table cloth in a sopping wet pool
of sticky blood. The area has been carefully cordoned off
with police ticker tape, protecting the faux crime scene.
A trail of bullets lines the wall thats been plastered with
ripped out pages of porn magazines from the 90’s. This wall
is a shrine to Jenna Jameson who has a bullet hole right
where her butt hole would be. The place looks a fucking
disgrace and it’s just the way the punters like it.
The clack of 8 balls crackles around the room as a disheveled
man enters the bar. Hendrik is a stocky, six foot seven inch
Dutchman who has been on the run for several day’s. Most
people in the bar know him simply as ‘Dutch’ but a few savvy
yokels call him ‘Hendrik The Torpedo’. Everyone continues
about their usual business of gambling, scoring drugs and
getting blowjobs under tables as Hendrik perches himself on a
rickety bar stool.
Archie the barman leaves his conversation at the end of the
bar and swipes a bottle of whiskey as he heads over to
Hendrik. Archie is a selfish, overweight, bald headed, coke
addict with thinning hair tied back into a pathetic pony
tail.
ARCHIE
If Abe finds out you’re here, he’s
gonna be as pissed at me as he is
with you Hendrik!
Archie pours two large measures and slides one towards
Hendrik, he leans forwards and lowers his voice a fraction.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
The cops have been down here
sniffing about, which is bad for
business.
Hendrik knocks back the drink then drags his fingernails up
and down his itchy neck stubble. Archie turns his back on
Hendrik and gets two bottles of cheap lager from a large
metal fridge.
Beer?
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Hendrik nods and Archie reaches below the counter to get a
bottle opener, his hand passes over a 9mm Glock. As Archie
opens both bottles of beer he hopes the Dutchman leaves the
bar quickly before more blood got spilled.

2.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Abe had to shift everything upstate
before the police arrived.
Archie presses a button below the counter and an electronic
drawer containing a mirror with pre cut lines of cocaine pops
open, He then pulls out a note from his trouser pocket and
rolls it tightly.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Insurance reckon it’s about eight
thousand dollars worth of damage.
Archie places the mirror on the bar and snorts a big line, he
then offers the rolled up note to Hendrik.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
You made a real fucking mess the
other night.
Hendrik turns on his bar stool and assesses the damage in the
corner of the bar. Blood is splattered everywhere including
all over Jenna’s many vagina’s. Wedged on a nearby coat hook
is a large chunk of human skull with clumps of blood matted
hair hanging from it.
FLASHBACK - INT. ARCHIES BAR, DOWNTOWN DETROIT - NIGHT
In the midst of a brawl Hendrik chews the tip of DIRKS nose
who he has pinned down on top of the billiards table. GORDY
comes up behind Hendrik and smashes a bottle over Hendrik’s
head. Hendrik turns and grabs Gordy by the throat and moves
him back towards the wall. Hendrik lifts him off the ground
and with his right hand he slams Gordy’s head onto the coat
hook. Gordy’s left eye bulges as his brain begins to shut
down. Hendrik looks back at Dirk to make sure he see’s what
is about to happen. Hendrik yanks Gordy to the floor so the
metal hook breaks through his skull. Gordy’s body flops to
the ground and a huge puddle of blood forms around his head.
END FLASHBACK:
INT. ARCHIES BAR, DOWNTOWN DETROIT - DAY
Hendrik couldn’t help but smirk at that particular act of
savagery which had stopped the brawl dead in it’s tracks. He
turns back towards Archie and snorts a line of coke, the
quality of the product must be from Archie’s personal stash
and not cut with the usual rat poison he sells to customers.

3.
ARCHIE
The cops know it was you.
(whispers)
Archie leans down for another line.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Reckon they got about ten eye
witnesses and all the forensics
they need to put you away for a
long time.
Archie snorts another big line then pinches his nostrils to
stop the flakes of cocaine from dropping out his nose.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
It didn’t take much for people in
here to start talking to the cops.
You made a lot of enemies over the
years.
Hendrik glances around the room at the punters who are making
every effort to mind their own business.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Insurance reckons they won’t pay
out. They say the policy covers
damage for manslaughter but not
murder. Can you fucking believe it?
Archie shakes his head.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Abe wants to put as much distance
between you two as possible.
Archie places the tray back in the draw and closes the till.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Look I ain’t saying Abe is gonna do
anything stupid but he’s really
pissed at you Hendrik.
Archie switches to a sterner tone.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
The heat you brought down on this
place has caused a major shit storm
amongst the majors.
Archie hovers his hand over the Glock under the counter as
Hendrik scratches his chin. Hendrik reaches inside his coat
and places a large stack of money on the counter. Archie
changes his tune.

4.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Wow. Abe sure will appreciate that
but if you want my advice I would
skip town and don’t come back.
Archie cocks the gun under the counter then reaches with his
left hand to pick up the wad of cash. In a split second
Hendrik slams a large hunting knife into Archie’s hand
pinning it and the money to the bar.
ARCHIE (CONT'D)
Aaaarrrgghh!
Archie snarls as pain shoots up and down his arm like
electricity.
HENDRIK
Abe is expecting every single note
of that money to be stained with
your blood Archie.
Hendrik grabs Archie by the throat and stands up.
HENDRIK (CONT'D)
You set me up Archie!
Hendrik presses a gun to Archies forehead.
ARCHIE
I’m telling the truth! You got it
all wrong.
The entire room glows bright red, Archie has the laser from
the Glock pointing right between Hendrik’s eyes. Archie is in
full survival mode as he foams at the mouth.
Hendrik removes the gun from Archies forehead. The prick has
more balls than his billiards tables. Hendrik removes the gun
from Archie’s head and points it towards a stripper pole at
the far end of the bar.
BANG!
HENDRIK
The problem isn’t your greed
Archie, it’s your inability to tell
a lie.
In slow motion a bullet blasts from the barrel of Hendricks
gun, the bullet shoots across the bar and hits the stripper
pole.
PINGGGG.

5.
The bullet makes a sharp turn and the sound reverberates
around the room as the bullet heads towards the large metal
fridge behind Archie.
DINGGGG.
The bullet bounces of the corner of the metal fridge leaving
a small dent in the steel.The bullet now makes a short
straightforward journey before it slowly pierces the back of
Archie’s head and exits his left eye socket splurging bit’s
of brain and exploding Archies eyeball out of his head.
THUMP.
Archie’s body slumps forward, blood and bits of brains spill
onto the counter, the cocaine in his system causes his heart
to pump away like a jack hammer making his body twitch.
Hendrik removes the knife from Archie’s hand, picks up the
blood stained money and places it back inside his jacket.
Hendrik picks up the beer and swigs it as he makes his way
towards the exit. Halfway to the door he stops, turns and
launches the bottle at Archie’s head. The glass bottle
explodes into a thousand tiny pieces.
EXT. ARCHIES BAR, DOWNTOWN DETROIT - DAY
As he steps out onto the sidewalk, Hendrik shields his eyes
from the brilliant sunshine . A series of gunshots go off
from inside the bar as locals fight over the unattended cash
and cocaine. Hendrik raises both arms up in the air and drops
to his knees.
He is surrounded by twenty armed police officers.
CUT TO BLACK.