CHAPTER ONE

Annie was opening her letter box when Walt crept up from behind and kissed her neck. He began intimately touching her. Annie assumed it was her boyfriend Phillip.

ANNIE
You’re not usually this hands on.

WALT
It must be those new stockings of your’s.

Annie realized it was Walt and gasped.

ANNIE
What the hell are you doing? What if someone sees us?

WALT
Let them. I’d like to have someone watch.

ANNIE
That isn’t funny Walt, what if Phillip sees us?

WALT
I don’t give a shit about Phillip.

ANNIE
What about me? Do you give a shit about me?

WALT
Is that a rhetorical question?

She scornfully glared at him.

WALT (CONT’D)
Of course I do.

ANNIE
Then why are you trying to get us caught?

She pulled him into the corner under the stairs.

WALT
When are you gonna dump that idiot?

ANNIE
Walter, we talked about this. I’ve built a life with him. I moved to this city just for him, a part of me still loves him.

Walter always pretended it wasn’t true. His jovial demeanor whimpered away, his cold, stony and stoic persona took charge.

WALT
Gun to your head, someone said Phillip or Walt… Who would you choose?

He gestured a gun with his finger tips and pressed them against Annie’s temple.

ANNIE
I don’t want to play this game Walt.

He held her closer.

WALT
You don’t have a choice.

He pressed his finger/gun under her chin.

WALT (CONT’D)
Give… me… a name.

She chewed her bottom lip.

ANNIE
What am I doing, choosing who lives?

Walt shook his head.

WALT
Choosing who dies.

Annie leered at him, before curling her lips in the shape of his name. “Walter Scott”. She wore a smug smirk in a way only she could make endearing. He glared unimpressed.

ANNIE
Go on, pull the trigger.

WALT
Bang.

The two playfully kissed.

Walt arrived at the airport once again, there he wondered until he found Daryl at the duty free shop. Walt asked him to explain what had just happened to him.

DARYL
Isn’t it obvious? You died again buddy.

WALT
Are you serious?!

DARYL
Yeah, it sucks. What killed you this time, was it Mr. & Mrs. BDSM?

WALT
No, but thanks for sending me there. I enjoyed being apart of their snuff film.

Daryl bellowed a loud laughter.

DARYL
I’m sorry man, it’s just a joke we demons play with newbies. You’re lucky, we used to send guys to Ed Gein’s place.

Walt wasn’t the slightest bit amused.

WALT
I almost killed the wife.

DARYL
What? How? What did you do?

WALT
I thought she was torturing the guy, I hit her with a MacBook.

DARYL
How hard you did you hit her?

WALT
I knocked her out cold.

DARYL
Trust me, she probably enjoyed it.

Walt thought as much, he then asked about the difference in time.

DARYL (CONT’D)
Well, I’ve had quite a bit to drink; so I’m just gonna explain it as lazily as I can. You know how you have different time zones between different countries?

WALT
Yeah?

DARYL
Well, the same applies to different dimensions.

WALT
Wow, that was a very lazy explanation.

DARYL
Just take it as it is. Don’t think too hard about it.

Walt was satisfied with that, he wasn’t too stressed about his current state of being. Louie said as much would happen. On the contrary Walt was in a good mood. Emma was well and he could see her once again, he was also pleasantly surprised to find that the pendant followed him into the afterlife.

WALT
Hey, I still have my pendant. I didn’t know we could carry stuff over from the other side.

Daryl spat out his drink and grabbed a hold of the pendant.

DARYL
No way, you say this came from the realm of the living?

WALT
Yeah, it was in Emma’s possession after I died.

DARYL
I’ve never seen anything like this before. Must be a fluke.

WALT
A fluke?

DARYL
Yeah, what? You think everything goes according to plan in the afterlife?

WALT
If it did, I wouldn’t be on Earth cleaning up Louie’s mess.

DARYL
Speaking of which we got to get you back up there.

Daryl helped Walt perp and leave once again. This time Walt picked up exactly where he left off.

Emma raced over to the Walt’s corpse. She frantically pleaded with the heavens as she cradled her limp lifeless cousin. The driver was distraught, she tried to start her car and race off. As she reached for the keys, a resurrected Walt stretched in and pulled them out. Emma and the driver were justifiably speechless.

WALT
No more driving for you. Consider your licence revoked. I suggest you start using public transport.

Walt chastised the woman for killing him, when he realized that she was taking a selfie while driving he went ballistic.

WALT (CONT’D)
What’s your name gorgeous? And don’t tell me a lie, cause I’ll know. I can taste them.

Walt’s eyes began to burn with a red hue.

DEBRA
D,D,Deb-Debra Wheeler.

Emma noticed that Walt was emitting piping hot steam from all over his body.

WALT
I never forget a name, Debbie.

Walt leaned further in through the driver window. The steam he was giving off made Debra sweat and pant as if she had run four miles. He stroked her face with one hand, while his other hand snatched the phone from her grip. The phone practically disintegrated as he crushed it within his palm. Debra let out a gasp before he silenced her with a kiss on her forehead.

WALT (CONT’D)
Easy, Debbie. Driving with this phone could have gotten you killed. Just be glad I’m already dead.

Walt retreated. Debra burst out of her car and ran as far as her feet could carry her. Emma still cradling Walt’s former dead corpse demanded an explanation.

WALT (CONT’D)
Come on Emma, I already told you everything just put two and two together. You know what I am.

EMMA
You’re dead… But you’re not dead?

WALT
The physical body is long gone, but the soul is immortal.

EMMA
How are you standing in front of me right now?

WALT
I’m using a vessel. They’re empty husks for the soul to operate while on Earth.

Emma was lost. Walt helped her up and promised to explain everything to her. She asked what they should do with his former corpse.

WALT (CONT’D)
Oh, just leave it there. I think they’re biodegradable.

Emma and Walt were waiting next to an old fax machine inside of the office supply store.

EMMA
So now you’re like a substitute Satan or something?

WALT
Pretty much, I’ve been doing his job in Hell for years now; while the real Satan got shit faced and threw crackers at people.

EMMA
He sounds different.

WALT
Different? Why do you know him?

EMMA
Only through the new testament and you know; television and films. Isn’t he meant to be tall, dark and handsome. Smouldering eyes that make you want to do filthy… shameful things.

WALT
Are you trying to sexualize this guy? Well don’t. He’s short, fat and ugly. Worst of all he’s an asshole.

EMMA
It’s not like I’ve never fucked an asshole before.

WALT
Well you should stop.

EMMA
Excuse me? Are you my dad now?

WALT
No, I’m more like your guardian demon.

EMMA
Don’t say that. You sound crazy Walt.

WALT
You still don’t believe me? Even after I’ve come back from the dead twice now.

EMMA
I believe you okay, it’s just a lot to take in at once. That’s all. I was cradling your corpse just a minute ago… Do you know what it’s like to see some one you love drop dead.

WALT
You know damn well I do.

Emma realized what Walt was referring to and immediately regretted her words.

EMMA
Sorry… I forgot.

WALT
It’s okay, I shouldn’t keep dying on you like that.

EMMA
Walt back then, when you were yelling at the woman. You were really hot.

Walt smirked.

WALT
You don’t look so bad yourself Em, eyes are a little red but I’m guessing that’s from all the crying.

Emma rolled her eyes.

EMMA
No you idiot, I’m mean you were literally hot. You had steam coming off you. I could feel it from ten feet away.

WALT
Are you serious?

EMMA
Are you serious?! I believe you when you tell me you’ve come back from the dead, but you don’t believe me when I tell you, you’re burning up like the human torch.

WALT
The human torch? Do you know how stupid you sound?

Emma started slapping Walt.

EMMA
You are such a fucking asshole?!

Walt laughed, although Emma was not amused and only slapped away at him harder.

EMMA (CONT’D)
Why do you always want to rile me up?

Walt tidied Emma’s hair.

WALT
Do you know how much I’ve missed this?

She grabbed him in a tight embrace.

EMMA
You are the worst you know that.

WALT
I got a question. Did they say anything about how I died?

EMMA
Wait, you don’t know how you died?

WALT
No, do you?

EMMA
Well, at first the police suspected foul play. When they couldn’t find any evidence proving that was the case, they just ruled it down to natural
causes.

WALT
More like they couldn’t be bothered.

Walt was eager to change the subject.

WALT (CONT’D)
You still seeing that guy? What did we call him? Scooby Jew.

Emma pulled back and shot him a scornful glare.

EMMA
His name is Larry, not Scooby Jew. Why did you keep calling him that?

WALT
Cause he was Jewish and he looked like the pot head from Scooby Doo.

EMMA
That’s Shaggy, Scooby Doo was the dog, you idiot.

WALT
Whatever, you still seeing him?

EMMA
No, I was only ever with that guy for his weed.

WALT
Aww, did his mommy disapprove?

Emma scoffed.

EMMA
That old hag could smell the Goyim in me from a mile away.

WALT
Didn’t he know you’re not the type of girl you take home to mommy?

EMMA
All he knew was dope. He grew the medicinal stuff, best god damn pot I ever smoked. I wish I had Glaucoma.

The fax machine began printing out pages. Emma was in disbelief, she examined each sheet with scrutiny.

EMMA (CONT’D)
This is just regular paper.

WALT
Well, of course it would be. We bought the paper here.

EMMA
No, I mean it’s just regular text. No Latin or locusts. It’s just a list of names and addresses. What the-

She examined the bottom of the page.

EMMA (CONT’D)
Department of Hell bound souls. Walt, are you sure you’re from Hell?

WALT
No, I just got back from a cruise with the cast of Storage Hunters.

EMMA
Alright, I believe you. I think.

He grabbed the first page from her.

WALT
Okay, let’s see. Where to start first. How about alphabetically? Oh, that’s a Mr. Arbind… Over in… India?

Walt’s face soured.

WALT (CONT’D)
I ain’t going there.

Emma made a suggestion.

EMMA
How about we start locally? Hang on what’s this collum?

WALT
It’s estimated time of death.

EMMA
Oh, then this guy is fucked.

WALT
Yeah, I would take this with a grain of salt. Our HR department is literally a room full of monkeys.

EMMA
Why?

WALT
Because it’s Hell. Why would anything run efficiently in Hell?

EMMA
Still Walt, we should at least save this guy first if he’s in the most danger.

WALT
So you’ve got the brains and the looks.

EMMA
Shame all you’ve got is the bad breath.

WALT
My breath isn’t bad. Is it?

EMMA
Walt, it smells of sulphur and ash.

WALT
Are you serious?

EMMA
I told you, you were practically on fire earlier.

WALT
I’m always on fire baby.

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes.

CHAPTER TWO

A few years prior to Walt’s death he and Emma had a falling out. I know we’re going back and forth all over the place. Curse this non-linear narrative structure bull shit, you want a simple story structure with a clear destination. So do I. But here’s what my parole officer told me “You want something linear go walk into traffic.”

As we know Walt chose to deal with his demons by drowning them in liquor. But prior to this break up the two were close, some would say too close. Remember they’re cousins. But an example of the strength of their bond would be they’re choice in career. To be blunt they were criminals. Robbing banks, pulling long cons and smuggling, just to name a couple of charges on their rap sheet.

Walt was sat inside a van, beside him on his right was Emma. To his left was a husky individual going by the name of Razor. The last member of this clique was a slender man, whom they called Nash. The three men were decked out in black fatigues and bomber jackets. Emma wore her lucky cowboy boots and a brown leather jacket.

WALT (CONT’D)
So no one’s having second thoughts?

RAZOR
No one better have, if they do wait til after the job is done.

EMMA
Alright boys, lets do it.

The four all donned Lucahador Wrestling masks. As the four hustled out the door, Nash situated himself in the driver’s seat. He took the opportunity to remind Walt.

NASH
Remember, three minuets, in and out.

WALT
What’s playing on the radio?

NASH
Whitney Huston – I Have Nothing.

EMMA
I love that song.

WALT
We’ll be back before its over.

Walt, Emma and Razor charged towards a jewelry shop. The three burst through the doors. Razor raised his shotgun waving it left and right, warding off both staff and shoppers. Walt wielding a sledge hammer swept it under the legs of the lone security guard. Emma hastily smashed the glass display cases and poured the loot into a duffle bag. She even snatched an emerald necklace off a mannequin.

EMMA
Goes with my eyes, don’t you think?

She taunted the shop keeper. The screaming from the crowd was deafening, Walt sought to control the group.

WALT
Who’s in charge?!

A meek little man with a soul patch and a suit stood up.

MEEK LITTLE MAN
I am.

Walt slammed the hammer into the man’s chest, sending him crashing to the floor.

WALT
No, I am in charge.

The hostages huddled themselves together in a tight circle.

WALT (CONT’D)
Ladies and gentlemen! We are the Luchadors, and we own the world of jewelry and gold. Now there are two ways this can go, you can sit tight and stay safe or chose to oppose us and force our hand.

Razor pumped his shotgun and frantically waved it above the heads of all the hostages. He was not the type of man you would want to trust in a situation such as this, even if he was on your side. He had the eyes of a wild boar, constantly darting back and forth in a frenzy.

WALT (CONT’D)
Make no mistake, you go against us… You will lose.

While Walt’s monologue may have come across as self indulgent, it did what they intended. The hostages were all ears. Perhaps it was his voice, or the Mexican wrestling mask he wore. Or maybe the sledge hammered he wielded. Whatever the case he held their attention like a reverend in Jonestown. This moment of discipline from their captives allowed Emma to smash and grab virtually everything in her sights. One piece of jewelry that took her interest was a diamond ring, on the finger of a young woman.

WALT (CONT’D)
Believe in us, and you will walk away from this experience not only unharmed but enriched. You will tell all your friends that you are a survivor.

Emma knelt before a young couple.

EMMA
What’s that?

Emma gestured towards her ring. At first the young woman was too frightened to reply.

EMMA (CONT’D)
Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you.

YOUNG WOMAN
It’s an engagement ring, I was trying it on.

EMMA
It’s gorgeous, something like that must set you back quite a bit.

YOUNG WOMAN
I was just trying it on, we could never afford this.

The young woman pulled the ring off and held it towards Emma. She took the ring and discretely tucked it into the young woman’s jacket pocket. Walt witnessed the action take place from the corner of his eye.

EMMA
You tell ’em I took the ring from you.

YOUNG WOMAN
Huh…th-Thank you.

The young woman whispered gratefully as Emma winked at her. As she rose Walt got a clear view of the couple. Huddled before him scared and helpless were Phillip and Annie. Walt shook his head, the couple had changed. It was no longer Phillip and Annie, he didn’t know who these two were.

WALT
What’s going on here?!

Emma could see the cloudy haze that were Walt’s eyes didn’t seem too keen.

EMMA
Lover boy was just buying an engagement ring for her.

WALT
Is that so?

He stabbed his stare towards the young man.

YOUNG MAN
Yes.

WALT
Didn’t you want to surprise her?

YOUNG MAN
No, she hates surprises.

YOUNG WOMAN
It’s true I hate surprises.

The young woman chimed in at her fiancé’s defence. There she was again… Annie. The young woman looked nothing like her, yet Walt’s subconscious couldn’t help but keep drawing the comparison. This only grated Walter more, he dropped his sledge hammer on the floor. The thud of its impact made everyone in the room jump, even Razor who nearly pulled the trigger because he was so startled.

EMMA
Hey, babe, what are you doing?

Emma’s words wouldn’t reach Walt. When he glanced at the young man he saw Phillip; glaring at him with a smug grin.

WALT
Do you love her?

YOUNG MAN
What?

WALT
Do you love her?!!

The young couple huddled even closer, holding each other as if it offered some kind of protection; it was actually having the opposite effect. All he could see was his true love griped and fondled in an embrace with a turd of a man.

WALT (CONT’D)
Have you ever proved your love to her?

RAZOR
Walt, where the fuck are you going with this man?

WALT
I mean really proved yourself, not just buy her something and watch the same shows as her…

Walt paced over to the man a dragged him to the centre of the room. Emma grabbed at him but he violently shook her off. He pulled out a hand gun.

WALT (CONT’D)
Would you die for her?

He pressed the gun against the temple of the young man’s head.

WALT (CONT’D)
Well, would you? Are you the real deal?

Emma hoped to make eye contact with Walt, to try and break him out of the murderous stupor.

EMMA
What the fuck are doing? We don’t kill!

Razor despite loving violence agreed with Emma. Not for Walt’s sake but for his own. The penalty for murder was far harsher than that of theft.

RAZOR
Listen, bro. You got to settle your beef with this pussy later. I ain’t getting a life sentence cause of you.

WALT
Quite.

The room continued to plead with Walt.

WALT (CONT’D)
Quite!

The young man relieved himself.

WALT (CONT’D)
Quite!!

EMMA
Walt!

WALT
I SAID QUITE GOD DAMN IT!!!

Walt pistol whipped the young man around the back of the head, sending him crashing to the floor. His finance jump to his rescue but Razor pulled her back. Emma furious paced towards Walt. Razor called out to her.

RAZOR
Keep an eye on the others! Never mind him!

EMMA
Fuck off!

RAZOR
You want me to shoot this bitch in the leg?

Razor locked his free arm around the young woman’s neck. Emma backed down and focused her attention on the other hostages. Walt stood over the young man, lost in a trance.

WALT
You can’t.

Walt landed a kick in the young man’s side, snapping what sounded like a rib. It would be a lie to say that Walt wasn’t in control of his actions. He knew exactly who he was striking; not Phillip, but a stranger. Yet he lashed out at the man as if they were one and the same. Why? Because in Walter’s eyes, this unfortunate young man represented the whole idea of Phillip. A suitable suitor, the antithesis to everything Walter was; a selfish, worthless, career criminal.

WALT (CONT’D)
You can’t prove jack shit.

Walter glanced over at the fiancé. Her face white as a ghost. Walt didn’t know whether to feel shame or pride. He stood over her fiancé, and the question he felt rumbling inside of him was “Do I want to kill him?” There was no answer. Emma saw the opportunity and grabbed Walter by his wrist.

EMMA
Come on!

She dragged him out the door, Razor followed. The young woman dropped beside her love and began to weep. Emma felt a great deal of pity for them, and an even greater deal of anger towards Walt.

There was no time to reflect on what had just happened within the van. Nash and the others were too focused on evading the authorities. Once they had reached the safe house, it was a different story. Walt was the first inside, he placed the hefty duffle bags on to a table. As he removed his mask Emma came charging in.

EMMA (CONT’D)
What the fuck is wrong with you?!

She punched Walt across his jaw so hard he staggered. And she would have continued to pound away at him if Razor hadn’t pulled her away.

RAZOR
Calm the fuck down Emma!

Razor lifted her off her feet and placed her twenty feet away from Walt.

NASH
What the Hell is going on?

Nash Walked in, fearing the worst. The job was botched and there were no spoils.

NASH (CONT’D)
Where’s the loot?!

WALT
It’s just here, the job was a success.

Walt adjusted his jaw.

EMMA
Yeah it went off without a hitch didn’t it?!

NASH
What is she talking about?

EMMA
Walt almost killed a guy!

Emma stabbed her finger towards Walt.

NASH
Was he giving you trouble?

EMMA
No, he was just sitting there, trying to protect his girlfriend!

RAZOR
The whole room was hot, Walt was just putt’n ’em in their place.

EMMA
Fuck you Razor. You don’t see why he really beat that guy half to death, do you?

Emma pushed Razor away. Walter proceeded to grab a bottle of liquor.

EMMA (CONT’D)
You still haven’t gotten over that bitch.

Walt began pouring the liquor down his throat.

EMMA (CONT’D)
Annie chose him, not you; cause you’re a fucking loser.

Emma’s words cut deeper than any knife could, she knew she had crossed the line the moment she mentioned Annie’s name. But she wanted to make him hurt same as he had done to the young man.

WALT
Stop it Emma.

Emma wasn’t a cautious girl. She had been used to learning things the hard way, as a result she never cared to watch her tongue. Especially around Walt.

EMMA
Just keep drinking Walt, maybe if you go through enough bottles, Annie will come running back.

Walt hurled the bottle in Emma’s direction. Just narrowly missing her. She stood firmly in place, not even shifting an inch. She knew Walt almost as well as she knew herself. He intentionally missed her… at least She hoped that was the case. Despite how well she knew him, there was a slither of doubt. Walter’s willingness to touch the darkness was what scared her; such as during the heist. Had she not stopped him, part of her believed he would have killed that man. Walt grabbed another bottle, rather than hurl it, he chose to drink from it. He shuffled over to Emma.

WALT
Don’t ever make me do that again, you’re the only family I have Emma.

Those words struck a cord with Emma, she really was all he had; ever since they were kids. She was the older of the two and always took it upon herself to protect him. Seeing him as he was now made her feel as if she had failed, it burnt a hole inside her. Walt strolled out the door, bottle in hand.

But all that was in the past, the Walt and Emma of today had a long time to mourn the loss of one another. While for Emma the wound of Walt’s death was still some what relatively fresh. For Walt himself, it had been many years since he last seen her face. And through out those years he developed a deep appreciation for his cousin.

CHAPTER THREE

The two stood before a wide gate, behind it was a large estate. Situated in the centre was a tall white mansion.

WALT (CONT’D)
Betcha I know what he sold his soul for.

EMMA
Can you blame him, look at this place.

WALT
I can actually, you’ve never seen Hell.

The security guard stationed beside the gate, noted Walt and Emma. He took one glance at them and determined they had no business being there. He proceeded to send them away.

SECURITY GUARD
Excuse me, could the two of you please move along. This is a private residence.

WALT
Actually I have an appointment with Mr. Cornell.

SECURITY GUARD
What’s your name?

WALT
Walter Scott.

The guard stepped behind his kiosk and flipped through a book.

SECURITY GUARD
No there’s no Walter Scott on the list here.

WALT
Why don’t you take another look.

Walt slid a hundred dollar bill on the page. The guard looked at the bill and then grimaced.

WALT (CONT’D)
What’s wrong, not enough?

Walt then threw a whole wad of cash bound with a money clip. This time the guard’s jaw dropped, as did Emma’s.

WALT (CONT’D)
There should be about a grand in there, go on count it.

EMMA
Walt, what the fuck? Are you rich?

Walt cracked a foul laugh.

EMMA (CONT’D)
What’s so funny?

WALT
I’ll tell you later. Well, am I on the list or not?

The guard composed himself.

SECURITY GUARD
If anyone asks your name is Gavin Belford.

WALT
Got it.

The guard opened the gate. The distance from the entrance to the mansion was so vast, you’d need a car just to reach it in less than twenty minutes.

EMMA
Come on Walt, what was with all the money?

WALT
We own most of the major banks.

EMMA
Are you serious? Hell owns the banks?

WALT
Yes, makes a lot of sense now doesn’t it.

EMMA
So then you’re loaded?

Walt scoffed and hooked his arm around Emma’s.

WALT
Baby, I could make this Cornell guy look like a kid from the slums in India.

EMMA
You are taking me shopping.

The two strolled in peace for awhile. Emma was savoring every moment she had with Walt. Part of her thought she was in a dream, the whole circumstance for his return was so ridiculous; she must have made it up. But why challenge such a gift, she embraced it wholeheartedly; for just like the best of dreams it could be over at any moment. The other part of her accepted it, she never shied away from a new experience. She wanted to fling herself head first into this world of Hell bound spirits and alcoholic demons.

EMMA (CONT’D)
Walt.

WALT
Yeah.

EMMA
What is Hell like?

WALT
You know in this life we spend so much energy trying make ends meet. Remember the days when we were so broke we’d starve for days.

EMMA
Worst days of my life, although I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

WALT
Imagine doing that grind until the end of time. Emma, that’s what Hell is. It’s the drudgery of life, only it lasts forever.

EMMA
Hang on so you’re saying there’s no fire or genital mutilation?

WALT
No it’s just a load of terrible people working pointless jobs day in and day out.

Walt and Emma reached the front door. Voices from the other side could be heard yelling. Walt hesitated to knock on the door, for fear the voices might start yelling at him.

VIVIAN
You’re ruining everything!

CORNELL
Vivian, you’re being unreasonable. Its just a small compromise.

VIVIAN
It’s my wedding, I won’t compromise on my wedding!

The door swung open, a sour faced woman stepped out. She halted at the sight of Emma and Walt.

VIVIAN (CONT’D)
Who are you?

WALT
Walter Scott.

VIVIAN
Is that supposed to mean something?

WALT
I’m here to see Gregory Cornell.

Vivian scoffed and paced away. In her stead appeared an older gentlemen.

CORNELL
Vivian come back here!

WALT
I’m guessing you’re the father of the bride.

CORNELL
Unfortunately yeah, I am. What can I do for you?

WALT
My name is Walter Scott, and this fine lady is my assistant Emma. We’re here to discuss a deal you made some years ago.

CORNELL
Are you two the FBI? Because if you are; I’ve already told you people. I had no idea I was funding that mad man in Russia. He was just a former business partner; and he screwed me over too when he ran off with our capital.

Walt laughed.

WALT
That’s not what I’m here about.

CORNELL
What are you here for? Are you the IRA?

WALT
We aren’t the IRA or the FBI.. we are so much worse.

CORNELL
Young man, what game are you playing at? I’ve got an expensive wedding on my hands and every second I spend talking to you is costing me more money.

WALT
Okay, I was kinda hoping we could sit down inside for this but never mind. In 1972 you signed a contract with a very short, fat and ugly man.

CORNELL
No idea what you’re talking about.

WALT
Are you sure? Did I mention he was very ugly?

Cornell looked at his watch and then huffed.

CORNELL
In about thirty seconds I’m shutting this door.

WALT
Come on, you must remember, it was in a bar. You were celebrating the fact you lost all your money at the local bookies.

Cornell’s eyes began to widen.

WALT (CONT’D)
You told yourself you’d do anything to get out of this life. That’s when he showed up. He gave you everything you wanted; another chance, a new life and even a new name.

CORNELL
How can you possibly know all this?

Walt drew from the inner linings of his coat pocket; a brown weathered scroll of parchment.

WALT
You’re contract.

He pointed to a signature and a name at the bottom.

WALT (CONT’D)
That’s it, isn’t it? David Anderson.

Cornell simply stood in place, wearing a concerned expression. He was assessing his situation. Was he going to accept the fact placed before him or deny reality?

CORNELL
We should talk.

WALT
Can we come inside?

CORNELL
No, let’s take a walk.

EMMA
Dude, my feet are killing me. I had to walk all the way here up your stupid drive way. Can I just sit down?

WALT
Would it be okay if Emma stayed here, while we went for a romantic stroll.

CORNELL
Sure, make yourself comfortable; just not at home.

Emma raised her eyebrow.

Walt and Cornell walked along the vast ground of the estate, they stopped briefly at the water fountain. Walt sought to break the ice a bit and commented on the marvel of the structure.

CORNELL (CONT’D)
My eldest daughter is getting married in less than a week’s time. We’re having the reception here on the estate. There’s gonna be near eight hundred people here.

WALT
Who’s the lucky man?

CORNELL
He’s heir to the Avery Motors Company.

WALT
Spoiled rich boy marries spoiled rich girl. Sounds like true love.

CORNELL
Watch it, they’re good kids.

Walt cackled.

WALT
Come on, Dave. If you can’t be honest with the guy who owns your soul, who can you be honest with?

Cornell sighed in acceptance.

CORNELL
Vivian is spoiled, I blew it with her.

WALT
What was she screaming about?

CORNELL
The likeness of her ice sculpture.

WALT
An ice sculpture? Seriously?

CORNELL
You only get married once, I hope. I don’t think I can afford another one for her.

They both laughed.

CORNELL (CONT’D)
I still don’t believe it.

WALT
You believe you one day woke up with all of this, but you can’t believe the Devil sold it to you?

CORNELL
No, it’s too ludicrous. For there to be a Devil there must be a God, and I know for a fact the latter isn’t real.

WALT
If it wasn’t the Devil then who you do you think gave you all this?

Cornell gave no answer.

CORNELL
So you’re the Devil then?

WALT
No, I just do all his work.

CORNELL
That include collecting debts?

WALT
No, not on this occasion.

Cornell tilt his head at Walt. He was curious as to what Walt meant, but he was more fearful of what was being implied. Cornell’s head began racing, was there a chance he would some how escape Hell. If so, what would it cost him?