Cask Adaptation

INT. – MANSION- NIGHT

The party going on in the mansion is enormous.  Hundreds and hundreds of people are spread throughout the massive house.  The guests are loudly conversing with one another while gulping down large quantities of wine.  Everyone is dressed to impressed.  All the men are wearing dark expensive suits with thousand dollar watches wrapped around their wrists and the woman are dressed in elegant dresses wearing glistening pieces of jewelry every where from there ears down to their hands.  In the midst of all the high-spiritedness, MONTRESOR stands alone, staring grimly at a group of four gentlemen talking and sipping on expensive wine.  The one man, FORTUNATO, who seems to be leading their discussion, is also the drunkest.

FORTUNATO

(angry/annoyed)

What a shitty party.  Whose idea was it to put all these incompetent assholes in one room?  I see enough of these jerkoffs at work.

The other three men nervously put their heads down and awkwardly agree. FORTUNATO continues to drunkenly ramble and the camera then shows MONTRESOR slowly making his way towards FORTUNATO and the group of men.  His eyes are filled with hate and disgust.  But, just as he approaches FORTUNATO, he undergoes a complete transformation

MONTRESOR

(joyful)

Mr. Fortunato! I’ve been looking around for you.  How are you?

FORTUNATO

Ah!  Montresor! Finally a face worth seeing.  I’m doing all right, and yourself?

MONTRESOR

I’m just fine, sir.  I’ve caught wind of some information that I thought might catch your interest.

FORTUNATO

Well spit it out already lets hear it!

FORTUNATO puts his arm around MONTRESOR and begins to take a few steps away from the other three men who let out a sigh of relief as they walk away.

MONTRESOR

Well sir, I know you’ve been busy lately with trying to close the deal with the Chinese and-

FORUTNATO

(jokingly)

Fuck them.  Montresor, you’re a great assistant and a great kid, but I swear if you bring up anything about that deal I’m gonna pummel you into the ground.

Montresor

(laughing)

No no sir, nothing about that, I promise.  I remember the other day you were telling me about you’re love for good scotch right?

FORTUNATO

(slurring his words now)

Ahh yes of course, nothing better.

MONTRESOR

Well, a good friend of mine owns a liquor store not too far from here and he just texted me and told me that he just got in a bottle of 1955 Glenfiddich Janet Sheed Roberts Reserve.

Fortunato stops walking and looks up at MONTRESOR in complete awe.

FORTUNATO

Impossible. Do you realize how hard it is to get your hands on that?

MONTRESOR

I assure you sir, it’s true.  He wants to sell it.  Since I know you’re a lover of scotch, I let him know that you might be a possible buyer.

FORTUNATO

 Well what the hell are we still doing here? Let’s get a move on!

MONTRESOR

But sir, don’t we have to stay here for awhile longer.. the party just started about an hour ago?

FORTUNATO

(laughing)

Son, more then half of these people here work for me.  I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Let’s get moving.

FORTUNATO and MONTRESOR start walking out of the party.  MONTRESOR clenches his fists and smiles at FORTUNATO.