EXT. STREET CORNER-AFTERNOON (CONT)
Francis Tumblety immediately halts his musical splendor at the most inopportune time imaginable and steps right into the crowd.
The crowd stands around him utterly confused for a moment at Francis Tumblety’s sudden dramatic outburst and abrupt end.
Francis Tumblety purposefully parts the people as he passes them.
The looks on their faces go from shock to outrage as soon as they realize that the Good Doctor is making off with their hard
The crowd quickly escalates into a MOB.
He’s leaving with our money!! GET HIM!
The Mob gets riled up, shouting, and calling him a thief and a quack among many other vulgarities. They begin to close in on the Good Doctor.
Francis Tumblety with his eyes still dark and stormy, face clouded in a permanent glower, indifferently swats them away like flies. He takes long purposeful strides across the road to the gloomy whorehouse.
INT. GLOOMY WHOREHOUSE- DAY
In the lobby Francis Tumblety approaches his Whore Wife. Fists balled at his sides, his jaw clenched so tightly that veins are popping. Even his mustache bristles with rage.
FRANCIS TUMBLETY just inches from The Whore Wife’s face he opens his mouth and roars.
YOU’RE A WHORE!
THE ANGRY JOHN who escorts her inside interjects.
YEAH! and I’m the one who paid for her.
Francis Tumblety ignores The Angry John
HOW? WHY? After everything I’ve given you! I’ve loved you.
Please, the only one you’ll ever love is yourself, Francis.
(she spits out his name in disdain.)
Francis Tumblety readies himself for a vicious backhand.
What, so, you have to sell yourself like- like-
(his voice breaks)
THE ANGRY JOHN
I said I paid for her!
Francis Tumblety suddenly turns his attention to The Angry John and grabs him by the shirt collar. Standing a head taller than the man and with surprising fury fueled strength, lifts The Angry John’s feet inches off the ground and shoves him bodily into the wall.
Francis Tumblety then turns to his Whore Wife as she glares defiantly back.
THE MADAM of the gloomy whorehouse runs up.
You Sir! Get out before I shoot.
Francis Tumblety turns to The Madam and sees she’s THE MADAM WITH A GUN and drops the Angry John
That’s a whore’s pistol.
The Madam With a Gun cocks her whore’s pistol and pulls the trigger.
A bullet flies past Francis Tumblety’s face within inches and pegs the wall behind him.
Francis Tumblety’s eyes grow wide.
The Madam With a Gun aims again using the second barrel.
MADAM WITH A GUN threatens and motions towards the door.
And that’s a warning. Now get out.
As soon as I kill my wife.
MADAM WITH A GUN
Francis Tumblety slowly comes to his senses. He looks back and forth from his disgraced Whore Wife who glares back, the Angry John dazed but still standing and looking for a fight, and the Madam With A Gun pointed at his head.
On the other side of the door The Mob is shouting, pounding their fists and out for blood.
Francis Tumblety sees that he is surrounded. No longer able to stand the sight of present company in the gloomy whorehouse he raises his hands in a bitter sign of surrender and takes a step backwards towards the door.
FRANCIS TUMBLETY spits the words out as if they were rotten to the taste.
Fine I’ll go.
Angry John takes a step forward.
The door shakes and thuds with another forceful impact.
(to The Angry John)
I hope your prick goes gangrenous and a falls off… inside her.
(to his Whore Wife, dramatically)
AND THIS! This is on your head!
Francis Tumblety throws open the door. Within an instant several hands grab at him. With one last look to his dear Whore Wife, Francis Tumblety catches her mouth the word “FOOL.”
Clutching and clawing The Mob pulls him out the door.