Scene: James and Sofia Investigate in Mexico
James: No... it's useless to keep thinking like this. I already said what I am...
(He walks forward, eyes heavy but voice steady. He sees Sofia at the edge of a crime scene.)
James: Sofia, anything you found?
Sofia: A ribbon. Special kind. I traced it—it's from the market side of Mexico.
James: I see... then let's follow it. Tonight.
(James in voiceover) James (VO): I am the monster. And I will find the other monsters. Because I am not the monster. Not anymore. Not like him.
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Scene: Christmas Eve — A House in Mexico
(A quiet Mexican household. Outside, snow falls. Inside, lights flicker. Suddenly, a figure in a Santa costume smashes a window.)
Santa (Killer): Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas!
(Screams. Blood. A boy screams as Santa kills someone. James sprints into the house.)
James: Hey! Santa! Time's up.
Santa: Who the f*** are you?
James: The guy who's about to bury your jingle-bell ass.
Santa: You're alone. I can kill you here.
James: Try it. I dare you.
(They fight. Santa swings a sharpened candy cane. James dodges, lands a punch, then another.)
James: What happened to mercy, Santa? You sick bastard.
Santa: I don't do mercy. I do chaos!
(Santa kicks James. James stumbles but gets back up. A voice whispers in James' mind.)
Inner Voice (Coat Man): Wake up. Choose violence. Or you'll lose everything.
(James' eyes go dark. He dodges a swing, bites Santa's arm, then knees him hard.)
James: Today... is the day you die.
(James stabs Santa's right hand. Then his knee. Santa stumbles, crawls, bleeds.)
Santa: Please... don't kill me. I was just—
James: Human cowardice. Always loudest before death.
(James slowly drives the knife in. Santa screams. James doesn't stop.)
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Scene: Hospital — James Being Treated
James: My inner self... it hurts. Sofia...
(He sits, bandaged. Then walks to Richard's office, determined.)
James: I want to kill Martin. And after that... I'll kill myself.
Richard: What?
James: That's all I live for now.
Richard: ...You've changed. But I understand. And... I should tell you something.
James: Go on.
Richard: I knew Martin. Twenty years ago. I was 35, on a mission.
(Flashback begins)
Richard (VO): I was at a party. He introduced himself—but not as Martin. He used a false name.
(Martin sips wine, smiles, plays violin in a haunting tune. Richard watches, wary.)
Martin (Flashback): What brings you here?
Richard: A mission. To stop a killer.
Martin: I see. Sounds poetic.
(Two hours pass. Wine flows. Martin plays violin again. Then chaos erupts. Screams. Blood. His allies kill guests silently. Martin never stops playing.)
(Richard points a gun.)
Richard (Flashback): Stop!
Martin: Why should I? You're like me. You kill too. The difference is... perspective.
(He smiles coldly.)
Martin: Next time we meet, I'll kill you, Richard.
(Flashback ends.)
Richard: I never forgot that. Never.
(James nods, eyes cold. Determined.)
James: Then help me. Because this time... I'm going to end it.