Thursday, 21 March 2013

The script for Chapter IV


Chapter IV

 

Scene I

 

Icy light bleeds through the venetian blinds cutting the darkness that swamps JEN’s room. The room is small and isolated from the rest of the world. She sits, fumbling the phone, contemplating whether to leave another message on the answer phone of her lover and target. She dials the number and prays he answers. He doesn’t. Knowing the target’s taste in women, she leaves the tenth vulnerable message of the night.

 

JEN

(Nervous, vulnerable)

Hey it’s me. I was just calling. You know how it is. You haven’t called in a while. You’re not mad are you? What-ever I did I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it… I’m real sorry. Just call me okay. Okay Bye.

 

The scene fades out to Jen sitting alone and isolated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scene II

The scene fades in to TONY lying in bed asleep. The room is messy, reflecting the relationship with his wife. He stirs to the sound of the alarm clock, smashes it with his fist and throws the covers off the bed. His wife stands in the door way a cigarette in one hand and TONY’s phone in the other. Her makeup is distorted, she has been crying all night. There is a moment of complete silence as the two stare at each other.

TONY’S WIFE

You fucking pig.

TONY

What?

TONY’S WIFE

Don’t act like that.

TONY

What?

TONY’S WIFE

Don’t act like you don’t know

TONY

What?

TONY’S WIFE

Fuck you, you fucking pig.

TONY

Don’t tell me to fuck off you little bitch. Who the fuck do you think y’are

TONY’S WIFE

Your fucking wife TONY. Does that count for nothing?

TONY

What the fuck are you talking about?

TONY’S WIFE

What am I talking about? What the fuck am I talking about?

TONY’S WIFE throws the phone at him.

TONY’S WIFE

I’m talking about your fucking whore.

TONY

Fuck this noise. I gotta go to work

TONY gets out of bed and she goes into the kitchen and screams abuse at him.

TONY’S WIFE

Treat me like a fucking jerk off. You fucking piece of shit.

TONY enters the living room and follows her to the kitchen

TONY

Fuck you, your nothing without me.

TONY’S WIFE

Come in here, I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll fucking kill you pig.

TONY enters the kitchen and she hits him repeatedly. He smacks her to the ground.

TONY

Fuck this, I gotta go to work.

TONY leaves his wife on the ground and stalks into the living room. He goes over to a table and snorts a line of coke. Tony’s wife hurls more abuse at him as he walks into the bedroom and picks up his pants. TONY’S WIFE follows him to the living room clutching her head. TONY put his pants on and walks back into the living room were his wife begins to scream at him. Tony does another line of coke and begins muttering as his wife continues to scream at him.

 

 

TONY

(mutter, repeated from here out)

I gotta go to work, I gotta go to work.

As TONY gets high, he gets dressed, the camera will reflect his paranoia and his level of stress, TONY’S WIFE constantly hurling more abuse at him. IRISH is heard ringing the doorbell. TONY begins to get more and more paranoid and stressed. Eventually he begins to spin and sweat profusely. He then makes his way over to a cabinet and opens the top draw. A gun is found lying on top of pictures of his wife and the book Modesty Blaise. TONY takes the gun from the draw and puts in the back of his belt.

 

TONY’S WIFE still hurls abuse at him as he takes another line of coke. He walks over to the kitchen doorway and shoots his wife. IRISH runs into the living room to see TONY standing with the smoking gun in his hand.

IRISH

TONY? What the fuck is going on?

 

IRISH makes his way to the doorway of the kitchen and see’s TONY’S WIFE’S corpse.

IRISH

Shit TONY. What the fuck have you done man?

TONY does not respond.

IRISH

Hey wake the fuck up. You seen what you done?

TONY snaps back into reality and looks at IRISH

TONY

She just wouldn’t… She just wouldn’t shut up.

IRISH looks stunned

 

TONY

Just kept on hitting me. Bitch.

IRISH steps over TONY’S WIFE’S body and kneels down beside her

IRISH

Well. We can’t leave her like this. We gotta get rid of the body.

TONY

What?

IRISH

We gotta get rid of the fucking body. Get some sheets.

TONY

Sheets?

IRISH

Sheets. Fucking sheets. Bed sheets, pillow cases, throws, a ru… fucking sheets.

TONY

Right.

TONY walks into the bedroom and grabs the bed sheets from the bed. IRISH tends to the body laying her out flat. TONY comes back into the kitchen sheets in hand.

IRISH

Alright, give it here.

IRISH spreads the sheet out flat.

IRISH

Grab her feet.

TONY takes his wife and helps IRISH lift her on to the sheet. IRISH then begins to wrap her tightly within in it.

IRISH

Alright. We’ll put her in the trunk. My car’s out back. Be careful we don’t have any duct tape so the fucking thing could fall open. Grab her legs.

IRISH and TONY pick up the body and make their way to the front door. The body is limp and TONY is the first to walk out of shot followed by IRISH

 

 

 

 

 

SCENE III

 

TONY AND IRISH sit in the front seats of the car. A long screaming silence descends over the car. IRISH lights a cigarette and TONY sits in silence.

TONY

Thank…

IRISH

Shut the fuck up. Just shut up man. I mean what the fuck man? The only chance of making it big time and you shoot your fucking wife? Why?

TONY

Why? Why what?

IRISH

I mean why is there a fucking dead woman in the trunk of my car?

TONY

I’m sorry.

IRISH

Sorry? Why the fuck’d you do it man?

TONY

I don’t… I don’t know man. She just wouldn’t… you know… She just wouldn’t…

IRISH

(Erratic laughter)

Fuck man. You on coke?

TONY

Yeah.

IRISH

Lay off that shit. Or that’s it. One more fuck up Tony and that’s it I’m done with you and your little fucking gang.

TONY

What we gonna do?

IRISH

We’re gonna do the job.

TONY

What with her in the…

IRISH

Yeah. This is the only chance to make it big TONY. And I ain’t about to lose it because of a domestic fucking dispute. So we’re gonna do the job. Then we’re going to bury your wife.

TONY

Okay… IRISH… I’m sorry man.

IRISH

Yeah you are.

The car pulls off from the curb and IRISH drives down the street. 

 

 

 

Scene IV

IRISH and TONY laugh and joke in the car. The mood is broken by strained silences. They drive until night fall. Then a noise comes from the boot.

TONY

What’s that?

IRISH

What?

TONY

can you hear that?

Both fall into silence and wait until the banging begins again.

IRISH

Yeah… what is that?

TONY

Is it a wheel?

IRISH

Nah we’d know if it was a wheel.

The two look at each other and then at the boot.

TONY

Pull over.

IRISH

Yeah.

 

The car is parked and IRISH and TONY are stood over the boot. The two are bathed in the red lights of the car.

TONY

Open it.

 

IRISH

You open it.

TONY

It’s your car.

IRISH

It’s your fucking wife in the boot.

TONY reaches for the handle to the boot. He slowly presses it down and pops it open. The image is revealed. TONY’S WIFE still alive, grasps at him. IRISH quickly shuts the boot again.

IRISH

I thought she was dead.

TONY

She was.

IRISH

You shot her in the head. Nobody survives that.

TONY breaks down and begins almost to cry.

IRISH

You gotta shoot her again.

TONY

I can’t

IRISH

Well I ain’t doing it.

TONY

I fucking can’t man.

IRISH

Fuck. None of this wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you in the first place.

 

TONY

I can’t do it man.

The two stare at the boot in silence.

IRISH

Fuck it. Pop the trunk.

TONY does as instructed and opens the trunk. IRISH pulls out a pistol and points it at TONY’S WIFE. She makes slow desperate grabs at the barrel of the gun and IRISH stands stunned unable to move. Eventually IRISH comes to and unloads a clip into TONY’S WIFE.

The two stand in silence.

IRISH

There’s some caves in this forest. We’ll put her in there.

TONY silently picks up his wife and walks off with her.

 

 

 

Scene V

TONY and IRISH sit side by side in the car in silence.

TONY

Thanks.

IRISH

No problem.

IRISH pulls away and they head to do the job.

 

END OF SEQUENCE