I'll Do You In

 

NOTE:  IT IS MY INTENTION THAT MY AUDIENCE LISTENS TO THE ORIGINGAL SONG THAT I HAVE POSTED IN THE BELOW THUMBNAIL WHILE READING THE REWORKED LYRICS AND THE STORY I HAVE SCRIPTED FOR THEM WITHIN THIS POST; I WANT YOU TO DO SO BECAUSE THAT WILL HELP CREATE THE MOOD I AM ATTEMPTING TO DEPICT.  PLEASE DO SO, AND ENJOY.

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Here, the music commences as Tom strolls in on the Bishop, fast asleep in bed.


Tom:  Ah, remember me?  I hailed from your parish.Remember me?  You lectured me on sin.Well, if you're left to hang, don't think you won't feel woundedFirst I'll get a proxy, and then you'll do him in!I was abandoned me to sixteen years of drowningDazed within a realm a realm of shadows dimI'm returning now, but you won't like the reward I'm bringing.First I'll get a proxy, and then I'll do you in!I'm guided by a signal in the heavens (He points to the full moon.)I'm guided by this bite mark on my skin (He rolls up his sleeve to reveal where that snake bit him.)I'm guided by the beauty of such weapons (Tom brandishes a dagger.)First I'll get a proxy, and then I'll do you in!The scene shifts to Tom standing over the sleeping Emily.I really want to breathe beside you, girlI love your body, your spirit, and your clothesAlas, I know you can't return your gaze and see me (He turns momentarily sad.)But soon, (he smiles) but soon, (he smiles broader) I won't be just a ghost...We cut back to Tom standing over the Bishop, gloating:Ah, as you watched me hang, you thought I was a loserBut now you best be worried lest I winYou've always known the way to stop me, but your sheep--they don't have the discipline!Tom, folding his hands, and turns his eyes skyward, in mock reverence.How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work beginFirst I'll waken up my proxy, and then I'll do you in!He turns back to the bishop, almost as an afterthought.And I've never liked your sermons, which so blisterdon't like those fasts that make one rail thinSo just one more time I'll warn you, mister:In  a closeup, Tom leans his eyes right in the the Bishop's closed ones, burning fire.First I'll seal my proxy, and then I'll do you in!Cut to Tom, standing over a sleeping Justine, musing, resting his chin on a fist, its elbow supported by the other hand..I'm not so sure I want to live inside you, childI love your body and your spirit and your clothesHe waves a hand approvingly over her resting form.But to always see your face instead of mine within the mirror?  (He shrugs, ambivalently.)It's not my taste, (His look turns resigned.) but to live I'll just adapt, I suppose...Alternate line:  I'll adapt, I want to live, but I'm just not one of those...(Closeup as Tom turns, smiling, to the camera, before winking, slyly.)Chorus:  I...am...guided...We return to the Bishop's room, with Tom halfway through the wall, delivering his final thoughts.In the end, I want to say that resentment, there isn't anyFor never giving me a requiem with the violinMy time has come, and soon I will be readyFor now, I have myself a proxy, (he again smiles) and with her I'll do you in!And with that, Tom deftly phases out of the room.  Later, when the bishop awakes, he finds, to his astonishment, a layer of frost coating his entire quarters.

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