Short from the Done Deal Sex & Murder contest, March/April 2007
       "Money Changes Everything"

       FADE IN:

       EXT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT

       Topped by a naked girl in pink neon, whose big boobies blink
       on and off.


       INT. STRIP CLUB STAGE - NIGHT

       Close on big boobies, owned by the hottest brunette you ever
       saw.  SANDI, 20s, performs a slow strip to sensual music.

       Her audience, BUSINESSMEN and HUSBANDS, are seeking a thrill.
       Sandi gives it to them.  She owns them.  They know it.


       INT. BACK STAIRS - NIGHT

       TWO BOUNCERS on the landing watch MATTY climb upstairs.
       Matty's so good-looking he's pretty, he dresses impeccably,
       his hair's immaculate.

                             MATTY
                 Mr. Grogan is expecting me.

       The Bouncer opens the door, Matty goes inside.  The Bouncer
       closes the door and sniffs the air in disgust.

                             BOUNCER
                 Jeez, is that freakin' pansy wearing
                 after-shave or perfume?


       INT. GROGAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       GROGAN, 40s, a shark in a silk suit, rises to greet Matty.

                             GROGAN
                 Hey Matty, thanks for coming.

                             MATTY
                 What can I do for you, Mr. Grogan?

                             GROGAN
                 Let me show you something.

       Grogan opens window blinds.  His office looks down onto the
       strip club stage.  There's Sandi, wearing just a G-string,
       shaking her big boobies at the hypotized audience.

                             MATTY
                 Oh, my.  Can we spell "slutty"?

                             GROGAN
                 She's my fiancée.

                             MATTY
                 She's a very talented girl.

                             GROGAN
                 I gotta go out tonight.  It's
                 business, I can't take Sandi with
                 me.  I need someone to protect her.

                             MATTY
                 You think her life is in danger?

       Grogan snaps the blinds shut.

                             GROGAN
                 The only thing that's in danger is
                 every man in the room, whenever Sandi
                 walks in.  I trust my guys.  But
                 Sandi's like an electrical storm.
                 She blows men's fuses.  Makes them
                 go crazy.

       Grogan glances significantly at Matty.

                             GROGAN
                 Most men, anyway.

                             MATTY
                 I'm surprised you allow her to dance.

                             GROGAN
                 She says if I don't, she'll get a
                 job somewhere else.  Sure, I could
                 strong-arm her, but I want her to be
                 here of her own free will.  Yeah, I
                 know that sounds sappy.  Go ahead
                 and laugh, I don't care.

                             MATTY
                 I think she's fortunate to have such
                 an understanding person in her life.

       Grogan shrugs and nods, modestly taking the compliment.

                             MATTY
                 So you want me to look after her?

                             GROGAN
                 Just till I get back.  Take her out
                 somewhere.  Entertain her.

       Grogan gives a wad of cash to Matty.

                             GROGAN
                 Don't let her out of your sight,
                 okay?

                             MATTY
                 You can count on me, Mr. Grogan.


       INT. MATTY'S CAR - NIGHT

       Matty drives through slick neon city streets.  Sandi looks
       gorgeous in a tight black dress.  She eyes Matty, curious.

                             SANDI
                 How long have you known Groggy?

                             MATTY
                 Oh, quite a while.  Mr. Grogan and
                 my old boss were friends.

                             SANDI
                 Where are we going?

                             MATTY
                 I thought we'd hit a couple of clubs.

                             SANDI
                 Take me where you usually go.

       Matty thinks about that for a moment.

                             MATTY
                 All right.


       INT. DANCE CLUB - NIGHT

       Thumping dance music, dazzling lights, a dancing CROWD,
       predominantly semi-naked male.  Among them, Matty and Sandi
       dance.  She goes at it with wild abandon, drawing smiles
       from other dancers.

       Watching them from the bar area, a smoking hot BLONDE and
       her three PALS.  Sandi notices the scrunity.  A look of mutual
       dislike crackles between Sandi and the Blonde.

       Sandi leans close to speak to Matty.  He nods.  Sandi heads
       for the LADIES ROOM.  A good-looking GUY slides into Sandi's
       place to dance with Matty, who doesn't mind at all.


       INT. LADIES ROOM - NIGHT

       Sandi touches up her make-up in the mirror.  The dance music
       swells as the door opens and the Blonde and her three Pals
       enter.  The last girl shuts the door, cutting off the music.

       Their eyes meet in the mirror.  The Blonde holds up a flick-
       knife.  The blade SNAPS open.  Sandi just smiles.


       INT. DANCE CLUB - OUTSIDE LADIES ROOM - NIGHT

       A very concerned Matty pushes through the curious CROWD that's
       formed outside the door.  He squeezes inside.


       INT. LADIES ROOM - NIGHT

       Matty enters, stops, looks around.  The Blonde and her Pals
       lie scattered on the floor.  Red spatter on the walls, on
       the floor, everywhere.

       Sandi leans over a sink, washing her face.  Matty spins her
       round.  She's OK, there's not a mark on her.

                             MATTY
                 The hell happened here?

                             SANDI
                 Blondie and her cute little friends
                 wanted to play rough.

       A SECURITY GUY kneels and turns the Blonde over.  Her face
       has been slashed.  Security Guy looks at Sandi.  She smiles
       and waves the flick-knife.  Matty grabs the knife.

                             MATTY
                 Come on, we're leaving.

                             SECURITY GUY
                 You ain't going nowhere.

       Matty straight-fingers Security Guy in the throat, kicks him
       in the nuts, chops him on the neck.  Security Guy goes down
       like a felled tree.  Matty drags Sandi out of there.


       INT. DANCE CLUB - OUTSIDE LADIES ROOM - NIGHT

       Matty and Sandi push through the crowd.


       EXT. PARKING LOT OUTSIDE DANCE CLUB - NIGHT

       Sandi leans against Matty's car, arms folded.  Matty hurries
       outside, he's got something hidden inside his jacket.

                             SANDI
                 About time.

                             MATTY
                 Get in!

       They climb in, Matty starts the engine and zooms out of there.


       INT. MATTY'S CAR - NIGHT

       Driving, Matty dumps cassette tapes on Sandi's lap.

                             MATTY
                 I got the security tapes.

                             SANDI
                 I can see why Groggy likes you.
                 You're a very useful person to have
                 around.

                             MATTY
                 I can see why he told me not to let
                 you out of my sight.  You're one
                 crazy bitch.

                             SANDI
                 Yes I am.  Does it turn you on?

       Matty just drives.  Sandi lights a smoke, closes her eyes.

                             SANDI
                 Do you know where Groggy's going
                 tonight?  Did he tell you?

                             MATTY
                 He just said it was business.

                             SANDI
                 He wants to marry me but he won't
                 tell me things.  I have to find out
                 from other people.  Twenty million
                 dollars.  Shh, I'm not supposed to
                 know.

                             MATTY
                 What are you talking about?

                             SANDI
                 He's collecting money he's owed.
                 That's a lot of zeroes, huh?

                             MATTY
                 I guess.

                             SANDI
                 Drugs money.  Whore money.  Blood
                 money.  He's so sweet, but he won't
                 tell me nothing.  It's like he doesn't
                 trust me.  I had to screw Jimmy to
                 find out about the twenty million.
                 A man shouldn't keep secrets from
                 his fiancée.  Don't you think?

                             MATTY
                 A fiancée shouldn't screw other guys.

                             SANDI
                 I can get past the guards.  Surprise
                 him before he puts it in his safe.
                 You and me.  Ten million each.  What
                 do you say?

                             MATTY
                 I think you're nuts.  Why me?

                             SANDI
                 Because you don't work for Groggy.
                 Because you can handle yourself.
                 And because I trust you.

       She strokes his sleeve, feeling the material.

                             SANDI
                 And because ten million would buy a
                 lot of good-looking suits.

       Matty thinks about this, long and hard.


       INT. GROGAN'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       Grogan opens the door and turns on the lights.  He carries a
       fat attaché case to his desk.  He swings a hinged painting
       aside to reveal a wall safe, which he opens.  He opens the
       attaché case and smiles at stacks of money.

                             SANDI (O.S.)
                 Hi honey, I'm home.

       Sandi points a gun at Grogan.

                             GROGAN
                 Bad idea, baby.  Put that away unless
                 you really want to get hurt.

       BLAM!  Sandi smiles at Grogan through the cloud of gunsmoke.

       Grogan touches his chest, inspects the blood on his hand.

                             GROGAN
                 Stupid.  Bitch.  How far do you think
                 you'll get?  How far...

       Grogan collapses, dead as a wooden duck.


       INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

       The Bouncer comes running, Matty steps out and beats the
       Bouncer to a bloody pulp, smashing him down.  Sandi arrives
       with the attaché case.

                             MATTY
                 Grogan?

                             SANDI
                 We broke up.  Let's get out of here.


       INT. MATTY'S CAR - NIGHT

       Speeding through the neon city.  Sandi turns to Matty.  She
       places her hand on his crotch.

                             SANDI
                 I knew it was an act.  Pull over.


       EXT. MATTY'S CAR - DARK ALLEYWAY - NIGHT

       The car rocks on its springs, Sandi GASPS with each bounce.

                             SANDI (V.O.)
                 Oh yeah baby.  That feels real good.

       BLAM!  As the gunshot sound fades, the car stops rocking.

       FADE OUT
                                                          04/07
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