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Moon Knight Radio drama by Amit Pangali



SCENE ONE: NEW YORK STREETS- DUSK Sound: Traffic, rain and wind Narrator:



New York city. A cesspool of filth. Though we may have left Vietnam 2 years ago, A war was still being fought here. Budget cuts from the city debt means that crime has ravaged the city leaving it a bitter husk of what it once was. But the city adapts and people rise up. MARK SPECTOR was one of those people. The fist of Khonshu kept a watchful eye over the city. Except for now. Right now, he is lying face down in an alley. He starts to reanimate he rises to a sitting position leaning against the wall. Readjusting his eyes to the light. He scathes his scraggly beard. He pulls off the hood from his face. He starts looking around to see if he can identify anything that would tell him where he is. He looks directly Infront of him to see a figure that has appeared from nothing. The figure was of average build in a three-piece white suit however instead of a face he had a black raven skull. This was KHONSHU.



Khonshu:



Who am I talking to?



Mark: Khonshu?



Right now, I am Mark. What do you want



Khonshu:



Mark Spector son of Elias Spector, Fist of Khon-



Mark:



Yeah, Yeah, I know who I am Khonshu you don’t need to address me like this every time. Now just tell me who I need to kill.



Khonshu:



I trust you will take this task seriously and execute it quickly.



Mark:



From your previous experiences what makes you think this will be anything serious.



Khonshu:



You will be sacrificing Mr. Joseph Edwards.



Mark:



Never heard of him did he like mug an old lady or something.



Khonshu:



He is an enforcer for a gang called… The Aryan Brotherhood.



Narrator:



Mark’s eyes widen. He shoots up and looks at Khonshu directly in his eye holes. His fist clenches and his face goes red.



Mark (Clenching)



Where… is… he.



Khonshu:



You have been giving me attitude Mr spectre. Find him yourself.



Narrator:



Mark looks down he thinks for a minute he decides to speak to the others



Mark:



Did you guys hear that



JAKE LOCKLEY:



Every damn word.



STEVEN GRANT:



Heard it too. So, I’m guessing you want to go after him.



Jake: You’re fucking right we want to go after him. Mark you do want to go after him? Mark:



Of course, I do but I don’t know where he is



Jake:



leave that to me just give me a day control and I will get information. Names, locations, Safehouses literally anything I can find.



Steven:



But not tonight.



Jake:



What are you gonna do pick up a hooker?



Steven:



No, we have a charity Gala.



Mark:



You don’t do charity?



Steven:



No, I don’t, but a lot of investors of the company are, so are and many different business representatives. If I play my cards right, we can get some new gear.



Mark:



Ok fine Gala tonight tomorrow it’s Jake getting info… Ok Khonshu I’ll



do… Khonshu? Khonshu where did you go? Music: What’s going on- Marvin Gaye Narrator:



Jake:



The gala went well. Steven was charming and booked a few more meetings. After 6 hours of negotiations and finishing off deals. Steven pulls off his bowtie and slams it on the table. How was the gala?



Steven (tired):



Decent. Shook hands with some old prunes. Laughed at their racist jokes. Apparently, the budget cuts are due to communism which I didn’t know.



Jake:



Oh, how much was the deal



Steven:



Uh a million maybe. I don’t really care what the number is as long as it is big number



Jake:



To be an arrogant detached gazillionaire.



Steven (irritated): piss off with the class warfare crap. Jake:



Oh, no I didn’t mean it to be like that… Say did you shave us.



Steven:



We woke up in an alleyway with our mask off in basically full uniform. If I kept the beard somebody would find out who we are and then it’s ropes for us.



Jake:



What if somebody recognises me then?



Steven:



I don’t think the crowds mix in are connected.



Jake:



You’d be surprised.



Steven:



… What’s your game Jake?



Jake:



I’m distracting you so I can take over



Steven:



How stupid do you think I-?



Sound: person falling to the ground, Person getting up, Deep breathes and door opening and closing SCENE THREE: NEW YORK CITY- MIDNIGHT Sound: Wind, police sirens and engine Narrator:



Jake, now in control was driving his cab through the Brooklyn. Trash piling up around the street Heroin needles and white powder all over the pavements. You can never tell if half of the people there are homeless, drunk or dead. He pulls up to a building



Sound: Engine turning off, Car door opening, car door closing, footsteps, key jingling and door opening MARLINE:



Jake, is that you?



Jake:



Hi Marline, I got you this



Marline:



Chocolates, that’s sweet



Jake:



It’s really nothing, where is Diatrice



Marline:



She… doesn’t want to talk to you… or have anything to do with you



Jake:



(EXHALE) I’ll go to her



Marline:



Your funeral



Sound:



Door opening and footsteps



Music:



The message- Run DMC



Jake:



Hey Dia



Jake:



Sorry I haven’t been around much I’ve had to work.



Jake:



Um… Ok look I know nothing I say will make things better. I wish I could tell you what has happened but I really can’t. and I know I don’t deserve it but could you please say something?



Jake:



Ok, ok that’s radical. That’s a thing you guys day, right? Uh I’ve got to go now. Peace, love and granola bars



Sound:



Footsteps, door closing



Marline:



Just tell her about Mark and Steven.



Jake:



No! She is a kid and having her know that would be too much.



Marline:



Because this is better isn’t it?! She is more emotionally mature than you think… So, you’re going then.



Jake:



Yeah. I just wanted to pop in to show my face and tell you that I’m not dead



Marline:



Yet… Who are you looking for?



Jake:



Joseph Edwards



Marline:



Wait, The Jew hunter from the Aryan Brotherhood.



Jake:



Yep, Khonshu wants him to be sacrificed.



Marline:



I’m guessing Mark was very motivated.



Jake:



Oh, he really was. Do you know anything like where I can find him?



Marline:



Uh… I know of one guy from the brotherhood. Because he beat one of the teachers at Dia’s school with s tire iron.



Jake:



Oh lovely. I’ll keep that in mind.



Marline:



He takes a cab around Franklin Avenue.



Jake:



Franklin Avenue. Ok, got it. I got to get to the garage then.



SCENE 4: Franklin Ave- DAY Sound



Traffic, Wind and Pedestrian



Narrator:



Franklin Avenue. A filthy area in a filthy city. Any trash in the rest of the city is multiplied by two in this area. The bodies that might be dead lying in the street are 100% dead in Franklin Avenue. As the hub for gang related crimes, this is a place Jack Lockley is very familiar. He pulls up in his cab, so covered in dirt and



dust that the yellow it originally was isn’t even visible anymore. As he slows the car a large man with a full beard and bloody knuckles opens the back door. This man was WILLIAM “BILLY” JOHNSON. The man that will lead Jake to Joseph Edwards Sound: Car door opening William:



You ain’t a Jew, are you?



Jake:



Sir, let’s just say that if I was one. I would have shot myself.



William:



Oh, then we are gonna get along just fine.



Sound:



Car door closing



Jake:



So where to my friend?



William:



Orange street.



Jake:



Ok Orange street let’s go.



Sound:



Tires squealing.



William:



So, what’s your name?



Jake:



My name is… Jake Alraune.



William:



Well Mr Alraune, I’m William Johnson.



Jake:



Please, Mr Johnson call me Jake



William:



Only if you call me William.



Jake:



(CHUCKLES) Ok William, so how has your day been.



William:



Nah, I don’t want to bore you with my day.



Jake:



Nonsense, I love hearing stories from patrons. My cab is safe area. Nobody hears what is said but this body.



William:



That’s an odd phrase.



Jake:



Yeah, I guess it is. I heard some kids saying it once.



William:



Damn kids. It’s those damn schools that are the problem. Speak proper English damn it.



Jake:



THANK YOU! Somebody had to say it. I swear to the one true god it



infuriates me. Those damn teachers are the problem, somebody needs to give them a good ass whoopin. William:



I did.



Jake:



Shut up! The is no way.



William:



I am being serious. Got a tire iron and went to town or her head. Her jew brain was on the outside by the time it was done.



Jake:



You sir are a hero



William:



I’m just doing what needs to be done.



Jake:



Oh man, it’s nice to hear from somebody with the right perspective on life. I wish there were other people like us.



William:



What if I told you that there are more people.



Jake:



There are?



William:



We operate outside the law and we fight against the villains poisoning our society.



Jake:



Tell me more William.



William:



You know what, call me Billy.



SCENE 5: NEW YORK CITY- MIDNIGHT. Sounds



Wind, Crickets and Distant traffic



Joseph:



Are you sure about this Jake guy.



William:



I swear on our true god, have I ever let you down before?



Joseph:



I guess you are right, where is he?



William:



He runs a cab service; he probably is running late.



Joseph:



I don’t like this.



William:



Don’t be a wimp! Give it a second nothing is gonna ha-



Narrator:



Just then a figure in all white tackled William into a car door taking it off it’s hinge.



Sound: Breaking glass and metal hitting concrete. Narrator:



Joseph starting panicking, just before he gets away, the white figure threw a knife into his leg



Sound:



Object flying through the air, blood squirting and man screaming.



Narrator:



William tries to push the figure in white off of him but the figure was planted firmly as wasn’t moving anytime soon, William tried to articulate his words to hopefully talk down this figure, But before he could. The figure pulled out a tire iron.



Sound:



Pipe swinging, crushing scull, wet impact sounds and pipe hitting concrete.



Joseph:



Oh god, Stop, is it money you want do you want turf. What do you want just let me live!



Narrator:



The figure slowly moved closer to Joseph. The pristine white Kevlar now covered in Williams blood.



Sound:



Pulling of fabric



MOON KNIGHT:



Do you know of anyone called Mark Spectre?



Joseph:



What?!



Sound:



Body hitting wall, pulling fabric



Moon Knight:



Do you know of anyone called Mark spectre?!



Joseph:



No, no I don’t!



Moon Knight:



How about Elias Spectre?



Joseph:



No, I haven’t heard of him either?!



Moon Knight:



Do you even know the names of the people you hurt?



Joseph:



Is this what it’s all about? I am doing gods work here. What I’m doing is right!



Moon Knight:



You aren’t doing god’s work, I am.



Joseph:



No, no please!



Sound:



Skull crunching and whooshing



Moon Knight:



I sacrifice you in the name of Khonshu. May your soul be eternally tormented.