Short from the Done Deal Sex & Murder contest, March/April 2007
"Losing Faith"
FADE IN:
EXT. PRIVATE SWIMMING POOL - BEACH HOUSE - DAY
Sun oil gleams on perfect legs... a perfect body... huge
perfect tits. A gorgeous BLONDE sunbathes naked by the pool,
wearing only a pair of sunglasses.
A shadow falls across her face. She pushes her glasses up,
stares in annoyance at two men in dark suits. LOUIS and
HARRY smile, admiring the view.
BLONDE
Hey, who let you in here?
She pushes herself up on her elbows and shouts:
BLONDE
Bertrand? Bertrand?
LOUIS
Bertrand? Big muscular guy?
Harry gives a low whistle and makes a diving motion with his
hand, indicating that Bertrand went down.
BLONDE
What do you want?
LOUIS
We want you, baby.
Harry loops a garrote wire around the Blonde's neck and pulls
it tight. She claws and kicks and thrashes for her life,
but Harry knows his business. WILD SAXOPHONE MUSIC blares
over this drama.
Louis picks up the Blonde's drink, tosses a plastic umbrella
into the pool. He takes a sip, screws up his face.
LOUIS
I hate mango.
The SAX MUSIC stops on an off-key note, Harry steps back,
panting. The Blonde lies limp.
Louis picks up the Blonde's sunglasses and puts them over
her eyes. Louis and Harry walk away, leaving the dead Blonde
gleaming by the pool.
INT. MODERN OFFICE - DAY
Louis and Harry enter, they smile at the cute receptionist,
MARY. Louis realizes Mary's blind, wearing opaque glasses.
MARY
Can I help you?
LOUIS
I'm looking for Miss Svenlaska?
Louis and Harry look at an inner door that says:
"I. Svenlaska / Personnel Recruitment Agency"
MARY
Do you have an appointment?
Harry heads for the inner door. Mary doesn't know.
LOUIS
No, but I don't mind waiting.
MARY
Can I ask your name?
Harry opens the inner door, steps inside, closes it.
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
I'm sorry, you're not supposed to be--
Mary tilts her head, puzzled. Louis sweeps the phone, a
pencil holder, papers, off Mary's desk onto the floor.
LOUIS
Oh I'm sorry, that was clumsy of me!
He picks stuff up, making as much noise as possible. Mary
doesn't know what's going on.
Harry comes out of the inner office. Louis puts the phone
back on Mary's desk.
LOUIS
I'll come back when you're less busy.
Louis and Harry exit, leaving Mary bewildered.
INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
WOLF FRITZ, sharp suit and slick hair, grins as he opens an
attache case full of white bricks.
FRITZ
Now this here is the good stuff.
He's talking to LAREDO, a cold-eyed cowboy wearing hat and
boots, and SALLY, a gum-popping punk in chains and leather,
who must be forty if she's a day.
Laredo gestures to Sally who pulls out a flick-knife, SNICK!
Fritz takes a half-step back, alarmed.
LAREDO
Be cool, amigo.
Sally cuts a brick, pokes her finger into white powder, then
sticks her finger up her nose and SNIFFS. She spasms and
falls back onto the couch, eyes rolling. Fritz is kinda
freaked but Laredo just watches.
Sally pants for breath. She opens her eyes, smiles.
SALLY
It's the good stuff all right.
She reaches for more but Laredo pushes her back. Laredo
tosses a thick envelope to Fritz. Fritz opens it, counts
the money inside.
FRITZ
Uh, not that I don't trust you...
LAREDO
Man's entitled to count his money.
EXT. MOTEL - DAY
Louis and Harry check out a red convertible and a tan sedan
sitting in the sun. They walk to a motel room door and draw
their guns.
INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
A toilet FLUSHES. Laredo and Sally freeze. A big six-gun
appears in Laredo's hand as if by magic. Fritz holds up
both hands, drops his envelope.
FRITZ
No, no, it's just a girl, a hooker.
Laredo gestures for Sally to check it out. Sally kicks the
bathroom door open. Inside, WHIRL, a cute redhead in skimpy
underwear, applies lipstick in the sink mirror.
WHIRL
Do you mind?
FRITZ
I told her to wait in there.
Laredo and Sally exchange looks. Sally grins.
Whirl YELPS as Sally drags her out by the hair and throws
her onto the bed. Sally climbs on top of Whirl and pins her
wrists down.
Laredo touches the barrel of his six-gun to Fritz's forehead.
FRITZ
We had a deal!
LAREDO
We dealt. This is personal. Kneel.
Fritz kneels, uncertain. Laredo unbuckles his belt.
LAREDO
Unzip me, boy.
FRITZ
Oh dear lord no.
On the bed, Sally kisses Whirl hard and feels her up. Whirl
makes moaning pleasure noises.
Fritz, on his knees, fumbles with Laredo's zipper.
FRITZ
It's stuck.
Laredo thumbs back his six-gun's hammer, CLICK.
LAREDO
This here gun's got a light trigger.
LOUIS (O.S.)
So does mine.
Laredo and Fritz gape at Louis and Harry who cover them from
the door. Laredo's pants fall down around his ankles. He
raises his hands.
Whirl grabs the bedside lamp and smashes it against Sally's
head. Sally tumbles off the bed, legs in the air.
Harry relieves Laredo of his six-gun.
LOUIS
Which one of you joy boys is Fritz?
Fritz gulps hard but doesn't answer.
LAREDO
That would be this here fella.
Louis nods to Harry who pulls Fritz to his feet and pushes
him into the bathroom. Harry goes in and closes the door.
FRITZ (O.S.)
No, wait!
BLAM! Harry exits the bathroom, joins Louis. A glimpse of
blood spray on the bathroom mirror.
LOUIS
Anyone follows us, gets the same.
WHIRL
Mister?
Louis stops, halfway out the door. Sally rises above the
bed, blood on her face and angry as hell.
WHIRL
I don't want to stay with them.
Louis considers. He beckons, come on. Whirl slides off the
bed, gathers up clothes and boots, snatches up Fritz's money
envelope.
LAREDO
Spend it wisely, darlin'.
Whirl runs outside. Louis backs out, closes the door.
SALLY
Bitch took our money.
LAREDO
Who cares? Come on over here.
Sally shuffles over to Laredo on her knees. We can't see
what she does but Laredo closes his eyes and MOANS.
LAREDO
It's good to be alive, baby.
INT. SEDAN - DAY (MOVING)
Harry drives. In the back seat, Whirl gets dressed.
WHIRL
That was mighty kind of you.
LOUIS
Our pleasure.
WHIRL
What did Fritz do anyway?
LOUIS
Sold dope to the wrong people.
EXT. PRIVATE SWIMMING POOL - BEACH HOUSE - DAY
The Blonde (before Harry killed her) is on her hands and
knees getting serviced by BERTRAND, a bronzed slab of muscle.
The Blonde stuffs coke up her nose and shouts:
BLONDE
Give it to me, Bertrand! Oh! Oh!
EXT. BEACH HOUSE - DAY
Inside the house, watching, is WAGNER, 50s, tight-lipped
with anger. The Blonde and Bertrand's antics are reflected
in the window, over Wagner's face. Wagner turns away and
disappears into the shadows.
INT. SEDAN - DAY (MOVING)
LOUIS
Can we drop you somewhere?
WHIRL
I'd like to show y'all my appreciation.
Louis and Harry look at each other. Sounds good.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Naked on the bed, Louis and Harry give Whirl a love sandwich.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Expensive good taste decor. Wagner sits in a leather chair,
pours himself a glass from a nearly empty bottle.
A polite KNOCK on the door. Wagner knocks his drink back.
Louis and Harry enter.
WAGNER
It's done? That damn "masseur"?
LOUIS
He's given his last back rub.
WAGNER
What about the bitch who hired him?
LOUIS
She's out of the recruiting business.
WAGNER
The dealer?
LOUIS
Just one more crime statistic.
WAGNER
My slut of a wife?
Louis doesn't answer. Wagner tosses Louis an envelope.
WAGNER
There's an extra hundred grand there.
Wagner looks up at Louis, his wet eyes full of pain.
WAGNER
Just don't make it quick.
Louis looks at Harry, who shrugs and pulls on a pair of black
leather gloves.
WAGNER
I really loved her. You know?
Louis looks out the window while sounds of extreme physical
violence play out behind him to WILD SAX MUSIC. Wagner YELPS
as Harry beats him to death. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
INT. SEDAN - NIGHT (MOVING)
Harry drives. Louis wears a thoughtful look.
LOUIS
It's a crazy mixed-up world, Harry.
HARRY
That's what keeps us in business, Louis.
FADE OUT:
04/07
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