Trust Me, I Know What I’m Doing

 

INT. ABANDONED R.P.D. HALLWAY – NIGHT

Moonlight slices through broken windows. Dust hangs in the air. The hallway is silent — until heavy footsteps echo.

SLEDGE HAMMER
(enters frame, revolver drawn)
“Alright, whoever’s been stomping around like a linebacker in a trench coat — show yourself. I’m in no mood for subtlety.”

A towering figure steps into view. MR. X looms, expressionless.

SLEDGE HAMMER
(squints)
“Let me guess. You’re the strong, silent type. Great. I hate those.”

He raises his revolver, aiming squarely at Mr. X’s chest.

SLEDGE HAMMER
“Now, I could ask you to surrender. I could read you your rights. But let’s be honest — you don’t look like a man who respects punctuation.”

Mr. X takes a slow step forward.

SLEDGE HAMMER
(tightens grip)
“Easy, Frankenstein. I’ve got six rounds and a very short temper.”

Beat. Mr. X clenches his fist.

SLEDGE HAMMER
(grins)
“Trust me... I know what I’m doing.”

The camera holds on the standoff — tension thick, silence louder than words.

FADE TO BLACK.