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EXT. CENTER CITY - NIGHT We pan over a four lane traffic jam. It stretches for blocks. The cause of this mess is a crime scene. Yellow tape sections off a huge square of the street. The outline of a Bugs Bunny type character has been made in white tape. A gurney, with a sheet pulled up, sits to the side. A hand peels back the sheet to reveal the face of...The Easter Bunny. Ears contorted, tongue hanging out the side, eyes rolled up in his head. DET. SUNDAY and DET. EASTER stand over the gurney, they grimace. DET SUNDAY That's the Easter Bunny all right. INT. CRIME SCENE - NIGHT The echo of choppers high above bounce off the skyscrapers. Det. Sunday and Det. Easter stand over the outline of the body, Sunday looks skyward. SUNDAY Why would someone wanna push The Easter Bunny off a seventy story roof? EASTER I don't know, Sunday. But Easter is in two days, this is not good. CSI GUY (O.S.) Detectives! Sunday and Easter turn. A Crime Lab guy approaches holding a tweezer, pinched between the tips is a piece of a Hershey bar wrapper. The H-E-R-S-H can be seen. CSI GUY We found this on the roof. SUNDAY (to Easter) Looks like it's time to wake up...The Candy Man. INT. SQUAD CAR - MOVING Sunday drives, Easter sits shotgun. He turns to Sunday. EASTER I know how much you hate this holiday, but you're welcome to dinner at my house. Sunday doesn't break his trance on the road. SUNDAY It's not Easter to me anymore, it's just the day she packed up, took the kid, and left. Easter stares straight ahead, Sunday's sullen eyes never leave the road. EXT. THE CANDYMAN'S MANSION Made of dark, dark chocolate. A pool filled with milk chocolate sits out front. Sunday and Easter walk up to the huge door. Sunday uses the giant chocolate knocker to bang on the door. It's slowly pulled open. A frail, old Butler stands at the entrance way, his shiny tuxedo made from the foils of candy wrappers. Sunday and Easter flash their badges within inches of the old man's face. SUNDAY We need to see The Candyman. INT. THE CANDYMAN'S STUDY All the furniture is made of various chocolates, dark, milk, white. A fountain sits in the center of this room. Thick, glossy, chocolate spills out of the Angel's mouth. Sunday and Easter look around and take it all in. EASTER Freaky. THE CANDYMAN (O.S.) Gentlemen. Easter and Sunday turn. THE CANDYMAN, age unknown, stands at the door way. He himself is made from chocolate. He wears a robe made from the wrappers of various chocolate bars. SUNDAY We got some question for you. The Candyman walks over to the bar, and plucks a wine glass from behind. He walks over to the fountain and fills up the glass with the liquid chocolate. THE CANDYMAN A drink? SUNDAY None for me. THE CANDYMAN I suppose you think I killed the Easter Bunny. Sunday and Easter glance at each other. Sunday turns back to the Candyman. SUNDAY How'd-- THE CANDYMAN Police scanners, Sunday. SUNDAY Way I hear it is, The Easter Bunny had fifty large on the Pats in the Superbowl. THE CANDYMAN He was paying it off in candy. I didn't kill him. SUNDAY (not convinced) You might've gotten impatient Sunday pulls out a plastic bag which houses the Hershey's wrapper. SUNDAY Explain why this was at the crime scene then. THE CANDYMAN Lots of people eat chocolate, Sunday. EASTER You expect us to buy that? The Candyman focuses in on the wrapper. THE CANDYMAN Can I see it? SUNDAY It's evidence in a murder Candyman, I can't let you lick the wrapper. THE CANDYMAN Open the bag, let me smell it. Sunday and Easter look at each other, shrug. Sunday opens the bag. The Candyman lowers his nose in, and takes a deep breath. He takes in the aroma, almost tasting it. THE CANDYMAN That bar had almonds in it. SUNDAY So? THE CANDYMAN I don't eat almonds. They get in the way of the chocolate. I'm not your man, fellas. Sunday eyes him up. The Candyman smiles, flashing his brown, rotted teeth. SUNDAY Yeah, well, stick around. EXT. MANSION - DRIVEWAY Easter and Sunday walk back to their car. EASTER If not the Candyman, then who? SUNDAY Who'd wanna frame The Candyman for the Easter Bunny's death? They stare at each other a moment. EASTER/SUNDAY (same time) Redz. EXT. SHIPPING/LOADING DOCKS - NIGHT Sunday and Easter approach a warehouse. A large sign hangs Redz's Produce. INT. REDZ' PRODUCE A large cargo of carrots, lettuce, cabbage is being unloaded by the workers. Sunday and Easter stand to the side and talk with REDZ. He has orange hair and the narrowing body of a carrot. REDZ I had nothing to do with it. SUNDAY Ah, come on, everyone knows The Easter Bunny was in on that job that took down one of your trucks. REDZ I wouldn't kill anybody. SUNDAY And you're into The candy man for what? Seventy? Eighty grand? REDZ You got nothing, Sunday. You're reaching. Get off my property and don't come back without a warrant. Sunday eyes Redz down. Easter grabs him by the arm. EASTER Forget it, Sunday. It's Produce Town. EXT. PARKING LOT On their windshield is a note. Sunday opens it. SUNDAY (reading it) If you wanna know who killed the Easter Bunny, I'll be on the roof. EASTER Roof? What roof? SUNDAY Thee roof, Easter. EXT. ROOF OF SKYSCRAPER - NIGHT The metal door pushes open, Sunday then Easter step out onto the roof. Empty. Easter shrugs. He walks over to the edge. EASTER I don't get it. No one's here. SUNDAY (O.S.) Seek and ye shall find. Easter turns. Sunday has a devilish look in his eye. EASTER Sunday...you? Why? SUNDAY He was runnin his mouth down at Peep's Tavern. 'Everybody loves the Easter Bunny'. Yeah!? Well not me, pal! EASTER You planted the candy bar wrapper. SUNDAY Damn almonds. EASTER Sunday, I gotta take you in. SUNDAY No Easter, I gotta take you down. Sunday charges him. Easter side steps. Sunday tries to stop, but skids towards the edge, he falls over, but just catches the edge with his hands. Easter bends down. EASTER Give me your hands, I'll pull you up. Sunday looks up at him. Shakes his head. SUNDAY What for? I've lived through all the Easters I want to. Sunday lets go. His body falls to the concrete below. EASTER No!
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