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