We open on a WIDE PANEL, an establishing shot of Paris circa 1940. The panel is dominated by the Arc De Triomphe in the centre of the page. Nazi banners and regalia are everywhere, fluttering in the afternoon breeze as people go about their business the best they can.
CAPTION: Paris, 1940.
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): There are monsters here--
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): --but I seek only one.
CUT TO another WIDE PANEL, an establishing shot of a basement somewhere underneath the streets of Paris.
The basement has stone walls and is lit by mounted paraffin lamps. Against the back wall sits a solitary coal stove. A MAN stands in front of it, his back to us. He’s wearing a shirt, an apron and cotton trousers.
Behind him, scattered casually are the bodies of three young men, partly covered by flickering shadows.
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): Amidst the chaos he toils away.
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): A metropolis lost to despots makes for easy prey.
CUT TO a TIGHT SHOT on the man, now facing us. This is MARCEL PETIOT, a man in his mid to late forties with a shock of black hair, bushier in the middle than anywhere else, giving him an eccentric look.
Marcel wipes his hands with a bloody rag.
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): This man has let the devil on his shoulder have the final say--
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): -- a battle I fight myself with each passing day.
CUT TO a CLOSE UP on the stone floor of the basement. In the background we can see the bodies of the young men. In the foreground of the panel sits a small pile of their possessions-- identification papers, a few coins, curled photographs of loved ones and even a yellow patch in the shape of the Star of David sporting the text ‘JUDE’.
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): He feeds on the weak and the lost.
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): I have been tasked with retrieving him, no matter the cost.
CUT TO a shot facing Marcel. He’s standing in front of an open doorway, continuing to clean his hands. The doorway leads into a smaller coal cellar. It is cloaked in darkness. We can see nothing beyond the doorframe.
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): There are monsters here, but I seek only one.
Fixed panel. Behind a clueless Marcel the hulking form of Etrigan steps out through the doorway and out of the darkness, eyes burning ruby red.
CAPTION (ETRIGAN): Tremble and quake, o servant of Neron.