1.

FADE IN:

EXT. A DEATH FILL, A LANDFILL FOR THE DEAD - NIGHT

Jara and Tim sneaks into the half ruined gates of the Death
Fill which stretches as far as the eye can see in the dead
of the night. Somewhere in the distance, a Black Fire is
burning. Tim who's under heavy cloak, with un-
distinguishing features sniffs the air.

TIM
Say, Jara, what are we after
again?

Jara who's under similar heavy cloak, with an eye patch on

the right eye and a tore bag on the back, slows down to
appreciate the aroma of the Black Fire.

TIM
Say something, Jara, this place's
giving me the creeps.

JARA
(signs)
You always give me that. I'm
already hauling your shovel, you
want to jump on my back too?

TIM
Did I say that? Beside, you were
the one that hurried me. Me still
have me hooks in me belt.

JARA
You better. The Night Watcher
might be about.

Tim starts, darts around until finds a shadow to hide in.

JARA
What are you doing?

TIM
The Night Watcher and me don't get
along.

JARA
That's because you stole the hook.

TIM
Me found it.

A shinny thing caught Jara's eye.

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JARA
Quick, give me the hook.

Tim shrinks more into the shadow, clutching the hem of the
cloak.

TIM
Why?

JARA
Tuk! Business! There's a Life
Spark just over there.

Jara points, Tim looks.

JARA (CONT'D)
Or do you want to get it?

Tim reluctantly hands Jara the sharp hook.

TIM
Alright, me trust you.

JARA
Tuk, that's because I'm the best.

TIM
Don't forget me need me some
Laughter.

JARA
Yeh, yeh. Always with your
Laughter.

Jara gets into Hunter mode. Jara gets closer to the Spark
that caught the eye.

JARA
(to self)
But this, is, no Laughter. What...

Tim looks on nervously. Jara walks back defeated.

TIM
Well? Is it me Laughter?

JARA
(dejected)
Nah, just another Dying Love.

Tim stumps the ground, then looks around nervously.

 3.

TIM
(quieter)
Useless crap. Do you think there's
someone else besides us here? The
Dying Loves are signs of...

JARA
The presence of the Undying Hope.
Yes, I know.

Tim retreats.

TIM
We gotta go.

JARA
What about your damned Laughter.

TIM
(to self)
First the Night Watcher, now the
Dying Love. They can keep their
Laughter.
(to JARA)
I'm going. Give me me hook.

Jara does not move. Tim creeps closer.

TIM (CONT'D)
Do you not hear me?

A looming presence appears taller and taller behind Jara.

Tim shouts in fright, falls to the ground, covers the eyes,
lays there shivering.

TIM
(wimpers)
Des...des...despair...

The looming figure, Despair, circles the two, hovers to

Tim, covers Tim, whispers into Tim's ear. Tim laughs.

TIM
(joyously to Despair)
Really?
(looks to JARA)
Can Jara come?

Despair shakes with laughter. Jara struggles, still can not

move.

JARA
(to Tim)
Don't...listen...
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Despair helps Tim up. They chat like old friends, and
stroll away.

Slowly Jara regains control of the body. Jara slowly raises

the hook, stalks to where the Dying Love is, and with a
pained cry, sinks the hook into it, then watches as the
remaining amber of the Dying Love bleeds out, ignites the
rest of the heap of death things. Jara watches the
spreading flame, then laughs.

After awhile, the Death Things exhaust their passion and

all is dark and quiet again. The Night Watch, who has been
in the shadow of the heaps since the beginning, shows its
face.

NIGHT WATCH
Did you smell the fire?

JARA
I did.

NIGHT WATCH
It has been a pleasure.

Jara hands Night Watch the hook.

JARA
Here, you won't need me if you
have your tool.

Night Watch watches.

NIGHT WATCH
Nay. You keep it. It's a fair
trade.

Jara nods, exits with the hook.

Night Watch fishes a bundle from its depth. The bundle is

wrapped with the same material as Despair. Inside, Night
Watch pinches out a pulsating amber, carelessly throws it
over the heaps. Night Watch waltzes away.

FADE OUT.

THE END