9

Brandon and Phillip are having a conversation in their apartment.

BRANDON: Do you remember Rupert, our old schoolmaster?

PHILLIP: Of course I do. He had some unusual ideas, too...

BRANDON: Like what?

PHILLIP: He thought that murder is a privilege, remember?

BRANDON: A privilege that should be reserved to the superior few.

PHILLIP: You don't believe that murder should be -well-, allowed, do you?

BRANDON (getting excited): Good and evil, right and wrong were invented for the ordinary average man, the inferior man, because he needs them. They don't apply to us, part of the superior few.

PHILLIP: You're scaring me.

BRANDON (not hearing Phillip): Murder could solve the problems of the human race! The superior murdering the inferior- think of the problems it could solve! Unemployment, poverty, standing in line...and the victims would be inferior beings whose lives are unimportant anyway.

PHILLIP: You want to murder someone?!?

BRANDON: Exactly. Now who would it be...?

PHILLIP: You want to murder someone just for the sake of murdering?

BRANDON: Nobody commits a murder just for the experience of committing it. Nobody except...maybe us.

PHILLIP: Us?!?

BRANDON: Us, of course. Are you not a superior individual?

PHILLIP: Well... I guess so.

BRANDON: Right! Can you think of anyone close to us, who might be the perfect target of a perfect murder?

PHILLIP: Uh...

BRANDON: Listen, Phillip. The superior people in this world have a right to murder! Murdering inferiors shows that we are superior! An inferior person would never have the bravery or the cunning to murder!

PHILLIP: I see your point...

BRANDON: Now, who could we murder-

The phone rings.

BRANDON: Hello?

MR. KENTLEY: Brandon? I heard that you have some antique books to sell. As an avid collector, I would like to come over to look at them.

BRANDON: Of course, of course, Mr. Kentley. The books are rare first editions, too. When would you like to come over?

MR. KENTLEY: How about Saturday night?

BRANDON: That would be perfect! In fact, I would like to give a party that very night. You would be a welcome guest. Bring your wife and son, David. It has been too long since we last met.

MR. KENTLEY: Thank you.

He hangs up.

BRANDON (excited): I think I've found the perfect target for our murder- David Kentley!