Unfinished Mystery of the Morgue (script)

"Mystery Of the Morgue". A pronounced Deadbeat and drunk is asked  the help of an old friend turned enemy in the search of his sister in law. Although the person needing help is his own brother, who indeed has set up an incident to falsely kidnap his own wife only to kill the main character. At the end Only to find reports of her murdered with the "body" in the morgue. There is no body, yet. As the main character "catches drift of the situation," he will find there will be a body in the morgue soon enough. 

Opening is nearing completion.

(Thomas Marsh is seen, sitting on a barstool in a Pub, finishing yet another glass of   Whiskey. He waves his hand signaling the bartender to pour him another drink.

Bartender: Get out of here, Thomas. You're drunk. I'll not have you trash my Pub. 

Thomas: One more, and I will pay for it. 

Bartender: You have yet paid the rest of your own debts. Why should I expect any better? 

Thomas: I may have a job. This war, that is happening in our own hands, provides opportunity. 

Bartender: Come tomorrow if you have your job, as you say, I will buy you a drink. 

Thomas: There is one flaw in your good nature. Tonight may be my last night alive. Tomorrow should come and I will be dead. 

Bartender: Perhaps, perhaps not. Nevertheless how will you be spending it? Drunk? You've become a threat to anyone. A threat to my business. 

Thomas: I stay drunk, old fellow, so I will not become mad. 

Bartender: Aye, and that is your logic is it?

Thomas: No that is merely my method to madness. 

Bartender: (picking up glasses) Go home.

Thomas: What? 

Bartender: I said, Go home. I'll not see your face in here again.

Thomas: How can you be so cruel, Jacob? You are my brother!

Jacob: Aye. And you were mine, until it was proven our own brotherhood could be so much as tested by the bottle. Have you forgotten Boston?

Thomas: Yes I have forgotten. Memory is both a heavy tonic and matter of sad perspective. I would remember if the matter was discussed with a drink.

Jacob: Good bye, Thomas. Do not let the door hit you on the way out. (He walks away)

Thomas. Jacob, I'm- I'm sorry. (He proceeds fishing coins out of his pocket and slams them on the table.) Here! Here! Is it money what you want? Be there no more otherworldly expression built inside your soul but the sole lust for money? It cannot save your soul once lost! You cannot take it with you when you depart.

Jacob: And neither you the demon drink! Your money is no good here.

Drunk: Piss off!

Thomas: What did you say? I seem to be suffering from a dreadful ear infection.

Drunk: Do not make me repeat it. I said, Piss off.

Thomas: Well good sport, I would say judging by the condition of your own trousers, you have already done so. Hold your tongue, while you still have it. (He takes the Drunkards glass and finishes his drink.)

Drunk: I had not finished that. It was a striking good joke, but you see, no other bloke in this God forsaken pit is caught laughing. So I will have to assume, some where lodged inside your own well-deprived mind, you believed it to be humorous.

Thomas: My mind is shrouded by things you have never so imagined. Would you like a grand tour? I warn you, those that protest my patience will only achieve my attention. I've have endured pain enough for a hundred men!

Drunk: What have you to prove?

Thomas: Comparison my friend. The comparison between you and I is that both of us are already dead, though I am the one to admit it.

Drunk: If you continue to speak, you may just grant your own wish. Judging by the vulgar odor, I would assume something has already died.

Thomas: Brave words spoken by a mortal who has yet to live a single lifetime.

Drunk 2: Watch that one! Mans close enough to breaking!

Drunk 1: Bugger off! I will handle this! (Stands up)

Thomas: Man where is the sense? Sit down. Only one will die tonight. I'll not have your blood on my hands.

(The drunk and three other men pick Thomas up, minding Thomas to muster his strength, punching each of them in the mouth in order to escape. Again, they pick him up, throwing him outside kicked to the curb as a beast. The men walk back inside laughing.)