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36INT. EMPTY BEDROOM - NIGHT

Kaufman, in bed masturbating, looks up at the closed door.

KAUFMAN

What?!

The door opens. Donald stands there for a moment in shadows.

DONALD

Look, you wanna hear my pitch, or what?

KAUFMAN

Go away. God damn it.

DONALD

(lost)

Y'know, I'm just trying to do something.

Kaufman squints at his brother, sits up, waits.

DONALD (CONT'D)

Hey, thanks a lot, man. Cool.

(flicks on light, then in pitch mode:)

Okay, there's this serial killer, right --

Kaufman groans, lies down, pulls the covers over his face.

DONALD (CONT'D)

No, wait. See, he's being hunted by a

cop. And he's taunting the cop, right?

Sending clues who his next victim is.

He's already holding her hostage in his

creepy basement. So the cop gets

obsessed with figuring out her identity,

and in the process he falls in love with

her. Even though he's never even met

her. She becomes, like, the

unattainable, like the Holy Grail.

KAUFMAN

(through a blanket)

It's a little obvious, don't you think?

DONALD

Okay, but there's a twist. See, we find

out the killer suffers from multiple

personality disorder. Okay? See, he's

really also the cop and the girl. All of

them. It's all him! Isn't that crazy?

Donald waits, proud. Kaufman pulls off the covers.

KAUFMAN

Look, the only idea more overused than

serial killers, is multiple personality.

On top of that you explore the notion

that cop and criminal are really two

aspects of the same person. See every

cop movie ever made for other examples of