Derry, Northern Ireland

Derry, Northern Ireland
A book I'm working on is set in this town.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Carli's Kills -- opening scenes...

Rather Grady-ish
FADE IN:

INT. HIGH-RISE HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

A MAN and CO-ED have sex. The bed thumps the wall. MOANS of ecstacy. Someone pounds the wall in the next room.

VOICE
Keep it down, in there!

The couple just get louder -- then finish. Whoosh...

MAN
Oh, Stasi...baby...that was good. That was great.

CO-ED
It always is...

MAN
Shit, if my wife could...

CO-ED
Keep her out of this.

MAN
First girl I ever met who didn’t give a shit I’m married.

CO-ED
You fuck around with other girls!?

MAN
No, no, that’s not what I meant.

CO-ED
Bullshit.

She gets out of bed. Goes to the balcony. He follows. Caresses her.

MAN
Stasi, baby, I haven’t fucked with anybody but you since I met you.

CO-ED
Not even your wife?

MAN
I wouldn’t call that fucking. More like using her pussy to masturbate. But you -- you got muscles where I didn’t know girls had muscles.

CO-ED
(smirks)
Cocksucker.

MAN
That’s your job, bitch. And you could teach fags a thing or two about it.

She grabs his hair and pulls him half over the balcony railing.

CO-ED
What the fuck? You been comparison shopping?

He laughs.

MAN
Never gonna -- .

SCHWICK! A KNIFE IS SLAMMED INTO HIS HEART! He gasps. Collapses.

The Co-ed screams an instant before a tall, cruel WOMAN shoves her over the railing. She falls 20 stories, shrieking.

INT. ROADSIDE BAR - NIGHT

A CUE BALL DOES A PERFECT BREAK!

A gorgeous WOMAN in red hair, big breasts and tight jeans rounds the pool table, looking for her next shot. She plays alone.

She’s in a typical desert roadside bar, a chunky BARTENDER and its few PATRONS the only things cheaper than it. Crap music plays on the box.

She leans in for another shot. An ugly bearded dude, SPIT, drunkenly swaggers up and pushes his crotch against her butt, giggling.

SPIT
Got more o’ that, sweetcheeks.

FEMALE PATRON
He’s just your style, honey.

Another holds up her pinkie.

OTHER PATRON
Real big, yeah, really.

The woman’s fingers twist in his beard. Draw him close.

WOMAN
Touch me, again, and I’ll rip off those peanuts you call balls and shove up your nose, you piece of shit. And don’t think I can’t...

She hisses sharp red nails at him.

He snarls. She jams her cue on his instep. He yelps and falls on his ass. Beer spills everywhere. The whole bar laughs. He skulks off.

GRADY BARNES, a linebacker gone to biker trash, tattoos covering one beefy arm, leans on the other end of pool table. Crooked fingers grip a beer in one hand and a joint in the other.

GRADY
Now you done got Spit all pissed.

WOMAN
Friend of yours?

GRADY
Just know him.

WOMAN
His name fits.

GRADY
What do you call you?

She looks him over, like a jackal eyes its meat.

GRADY (CONT’D)
Okay, so what do you call me?

WOMAN
Dinner?

GRADY
What -- no movie?

WOMAN
How ‘bout a game, instead?

He holds up his hands.

GRADY
I’m not so good with pool.

WOMAN
I’ll spot you a couple balls.

Grady picks out a cue and sets his beer beside hers.

GRADY
Stripes or solids?

WOMAN
You tell me.

He looks the table over. She’s dropped two of each.

He drops the five and six but misses the three. She drops the nine and motions for him to go, again.

GRADY (CONT’D)
Your turn.

WOMAN
Not if I don’t want it.

He drops the two and three, but misses the eight.

WOMAN (CONT’D)
Go again.

GRADY
Thought you wanted to play pool.

WOMAN
I like watching you play.

O-KAY...Grady sinks the eight.

GRADY
I win.

WOMAN
I’m gone. You sticking around?

She finishes her beer, puts away the cue. Grady follows her across the bar. The second she’s out the door, he casts two exhilarated thumbs up to the patrons and exits.

SPIT
Lucky bastard.

EXT. DESERT — NIGHT

A sleek, new Mercedes slips down the road. Grady rides a Harley. Plays tag with it. When he gets close to the driver’s door, she caresses his thigh. He laughs and shoots ahead.

She turns onto a gravel road.

He spins around and chases after her.

The Mercedes’ headlights glow through the billowing dust...then vanish into the night.

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