The Song That Never Ends -- Part 2: Releasing The Anger -screen_writer-

On October 10th, Peter received some very good, yet unexpected company. Joseph Rouse, Peter’s long time friend, and drinking buddy showed up on the coastline of the island. Peter greeted him with a smile. “How are you doing Joe?” Peter said as the two friends shook hands.

“Fine, just fine Peter. How are you?” Joe said.

They talked for a few seconds, and then began to walk towards Pete’s cabin. As they walked they talked.

“How are thing’s in town?” Peter asked.

“Things are fine. Your still being hunted by the sheriff; in his eyes your public enemy number one to him. Everyone else in town thinks your dead though.”

“They think I’m dead. What do they think happened to Sara?”

“They think she’s dead too. They think you killed her.” Joe said.

“Really… How did you find out where I was?”

“Your mother.”

“My mom. Is she alright?” Pete asked.

“Oh yeah, still as feisty as ever. She’s been giving the sheriff heck. He’s over there at least once a day asking about you. But your mother… your mother’s a real pistol. She never gives up one thing about you. In fact she tells the sheriff just where he can go.”

The two men have a laugh at that. Finally, they come to Peter, and Sara’s cabin. Joseph hears the music coming from the house, and asked, “Is that Sara playing the piano?”

Peter rolled his eyes, and said, “It sure is. She’s driving me out of my mind with that song. She plays it everyday, all day.”

“Why not do something about it.” Joe said.

“I can’t she’s too happy.”

A look of surprise appeared across Joseph’s face, he said, “Peter O’Doul are you telling me you’ve grown soft. I never would have thought it would happen.”

Inside the cabin Sara saw Peter, and Joseph talking. A knot formed in her stomach. Whenever Joseph Matter was around trouble was far behind. There was nothing she could do about it though, so she went back to her playing; she couldn’t stop.

Back out in the front yard, Peter and Joseph continued their conversation. “Well, if her playing the piano all day is making you sick I have the medicine for what ails you on the boat.” Joe said.

Peter’s face lit up. “Whiskey?”

“I have whiskey, bourbon… whatever you like.”

“Why didn’t you say something before? Let’s get back down to the boat.”

Once at the boat Joseph helped Peter unload the liquor. The two said their goodbyes – Joseph promised to keep Peter informed about the sheriff’s hunt for him – and Joseph left.

That night Peter roamed the island with his whiskey bottle in hand. He could not escape the music of “Minuet”. Everywhere, and anywhere he went on the island he heard that… that piano! Finally he had enough. He staggered, as quickly as the booze would let him, back to the cabin. He busted in through the front door, and marched over to Sara. She looked up at him, her face showed nothing but fright. He slapped her across the face. She fell to the floor with a loud thump; a trickle of blood was dribbling from her broken nose. She cried out.

Suddenly, Peter grabbed a steel poker from the fireplace, and beat Sara about the head, until she cried no more. She was dead. Peter, drunk with booze and rage, stumbled into the bedroom, and passed out on top of the bed. That night, as Sara lay in the next room dead, Peter dreamed.

To Be Continued...

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