Devil Scene

The Sheikh sits at a desk; in his hand a pen. The Sheikh scribbles away as if stricken by the Muse and the pearly gates of the Infidel Paradise are before him.

ENTER a modern devil i.e. blue Klein jacket over Tony shirt.

Animal-like, he climbs over what appears to be a railing. In his hand is a brief – not attaché - case.

Straightening up as he approaches the writer Sheikh and brushing down his jacket

DEVIL MONKHOUSE: Good evening. How are you, my old friend?

WRITER SHEIKH (Putting down pen): What do you want, old boy?

The Devil Monkhouse puts down the briefcase and opens it up. Inside is a computer.

He smiles and gestures.

WRITER SHEIKH: Old boy… I did what you asked.

Undeterred, the Devil Monkhouse picks up the writer’s paper.

DEVIL MONKHOUSE (Ironically): Love, Love, Love. –

(Beat) - Why you people always try, I’ll never know. – Let’s get down to business.