In Dark Corners of Interrogation

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT

MAX sits at the end of a table. From an ashtray a cigarette smolders. A video tape camera is focused on MAX. He is covered in splashes of red (blood). A DETECTIVE leans up against the wall by the rooms only door. CONTROL enters; he drops a manila folder on the table then looks at the DETECTIVE.

CONTROL:
Get us a coffee.

The DETECTIVE eyes MAX and then nods.

DETECTIVE:
Sure, Dan.

The DETECTIVE exits, closing the door behind him. CONTROL reaches over and shuts off the video tape.

MAX:
Dan. That your name?

CONTROL:
No, that's your name.

MAX:
(puzzled look)
What do you want?

CONTROL:
When are you going to end this charade? This multi-faceted facade you got going on? It will end when you acknowledge it.

MAX:
I don't know what you mean?

CONTROL leans across the table. He takes out two six-sided dice from his vest pocket and places them in front of MAX.

CONTROL:
You know damn well what is going on, and only you can fix that. Because right now you really are in some serious shit.

MAX:
(has a faraway look)
What do you mean by that?

CONTROL:
It's a game, Max. You're a character in a game!

MAX:
A what?

CONTROL:
I'm here to snap you out of it.

MAX hesitates, then...

MAX:
What do you mean?

CONTROL:
It means these two things control you destiny.

MAX:
Nothing controls my destiny. I am me.

CONTROL reacts. Backhands MAX.

CONTROL:
Let's stay on subject...

MAX:
A might touchy are we?

CONTROL picks up the folder that is on the table. Opens it and takes out one sheet and places it in front of MAX.

CONTROL:
What's this?

MAX:
(looking confused)
A character sheet!

CONTROL:
What's on it?

MAX:
(looks up at CONTROL)
My stats?

CONTROL:
Bingo.