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The continues from yesterday...
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EXT. ISOLATED HOUSE — NIGHT
A beat-up old ranch house surrounded by nothing. The woman leans against the Mercedes, watches Grady glide up. Dust covers him. He beats most of it away and removes the goggles.
WOMAN
You should’ve stayed by me.
GRADY
Do I gotta shower?
She links a finger in his belt and pulls him into a kiss.
WOMAN
Wash your face. Use some mouthwash, too. Or would you prefer another beer?
GRADY
You gotta ask?
INT. ISOLATED HOUSE — NIGHT
The interior just as old and worn as the outside; total opposite of the Benz she’s driving.
Grady washes his face in the kitchen sink. He turns to find her offering him a Negro Modelo. She’s already drinking one.
GRADY
Tough beer.
WOMAN
You prefer Miller Lite?
He takes the beer, gulps down half. She grabs his t-shirt and pulls him close.
GRADY
Don’t tear the shirt. It’s my best roughed-up one.
They kiss.
WOMAN
Now we taste alike.
GRADY
Aw, fuck.
WOMAN
That’s the idea, play-toy.
GRADY
Name’s Grady. What’s yours?
WOMAN
Anastasia -- but you may call me Stasi.
GRADY
Hmph, I knew another girl by that name.
WOMAN
That a fact?
Off goes his shirt, revealing an elaborate tattoo on his back.
WOMAN (CONT’D)
Got any more tatts?
GRADY
You’ll see.
She unbuckles his belt and the buttons of his jeans. He grinds against her, then grunts and tries to keep his balance.
WOMAN
Problem?
GRADY
Just feel weird and...and...what the fuck...? That beer...
WOMAN
Grady -- have roofies been used on you, before?
GRADY
You fuckin’ bitch...what’re you doin’ -- ?
He falls on his ass. Tries to talk but his words dribble into nothingness.
She rolls Grady onto his belly and straps his wrists together with a police band.
WOMAN
I don’t need the restraint, but I feel like playing it kinky.
She pulls off her red wig to reveal brown hair, then her top to reveal a girdle-bustier combination that pushes her breasts up and accentuates her curves. Off it comes.
He watches her, confused, his mouth moving but saying nothing. He passes out.
EXT. DESERT - NIGHT
Grady wakes, face down, bound spread-eagle to the ground, a ball-gag in his mouth. He is naked. He fights to get free.
The woman makes him look at her.
WOMAN
Hi, Grady. Sleep well?
GRADY
(grunts)
What the fuck?
She holds up an iPhone. VIDEO PLAYS — shows a college girl being held down on a pool table by four men as Grady rapes her. The man holding the girl’s head and shoulders is not completely visible. The girl sort of struggles...but is obviously drugged.
WOMAN
That’s you raping her, right?
GRADY
(grunts)
I dunno what you’re talkin’ about. You got the wrong guy. I ain’t done nothin’ to you. I don’t even know you. What do you want?
WOMAN
(known as CARLI from this point)
You don’t know me? Okay. First off, my name is not Anastasia. She’s dead. Second off, my last name’s Vincenzo. Does that fire up any memory cells?
They do. He breathes faster. Pulls harder at his bindings.
Carli pauses the video.
CARLI
Yes. This girl you’re raping -- she’s my sister -- was my sister. Because this video was posted on a dozen different sites, for everyone in her family, all of her friends, and every student in her college to see. So she killed herself, just over a year ago. Thanks to you and the other assholes in this video.
She shows him a full honey-bear. Dribbles honey over his naked legs, arms, and ass.
CARLI (CONT’D)
As you know, she reported the rape, but local law enforcement decided she got into a situation she could not control, so it was her own damn fault, and they refused to arrest or prosecute anyone. I think that’s a crime, Grady, and where there’s a crime, there should be punishment.
She picks up a knife. Runs it over his back, sensuously.
CARLI (CONT’D)
Here’s yours.
She slices into his skin, cutting around the tattoo.
Grady’s CHOKING SHRIEKS fill the dark, empty desert.
EXT. DESERT -- DAY
Buzzards circle over two sheriff’s cruisers and BLM SUVs. They sit near a small plateau in the middle of nowhere. Some Bureau of Land Management AGENTS and DEPUTIES gather around.
Another cruiser rolls up and SHERIFF CHARLETON MENSON gets out -- tall, rangy, completely at home in the desert.
MENSON
Anybody touch anything?
DEPUTY #1
None of us has. Check with the feds.
BLM AGENT
My agent didn’t get all the way up on the plateau. The second he saw it, he came down and called it in.
MENSON
Why’s he over here lookin’?
BLM AGENT
The car. The buzzards.
Menson climbs up the plateau to find --
Grady’s body staked to the ground, next to the car...crawling with ants. Pieces of flesh were pulled away. Menson looks at the buzzards.
MENSON
Ain’t gettin’ no prints off this one, that’s for sure. Got an ID on that car yet?
DEPUTY #2
Belongs to an Anastasia Bordosky, over in Phoenix.
MENSON
What?! You sure ‘bout that?
DEPUTY #2
Yeah. License plate, registration, everything.
BY SOME DISTANT ROCKS
Carli uses a telephoto lens to catch video of the men. Their voices come from her iPhone.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
What’s the big deal?
MENSON (O.S.)
She died ten days ago. Murder, suicide.
Carli shifts to watch them through the sniper scope of a NEMO Omen .300 Rifle.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
Bordosky -- I heard about that. Killed her married boyfriend then did a jumper.
MENSON (O.S.)
That’s what the M-E said.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
Sounds like she was on something.
MENSON (O.S.)
Maybe. And maybe I oughta talk with that M-E and see about takin’ a closer look.
DEPUTY #1 (O.S.)
Why, Sheriff?
MENSON (O.S.)
Nobody said her car was missin’.
Carli smirks.
DEPUTY #2 (O.S.)
Say, wasn’t a girl named Bordosky mixed up in that mess, a couple years back?
MENSON (O.S.)
Yep.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
What mess?
MENSON (O.S.)
Some stupid college brats got junked up. Fell into some shit that’s way too deep for ‘em.
Carli almost pulls the trigger on him.
CARLI
You got no idea what shit is, you son-of-a-bitch, but you’re about to find out.
WOMAN
I don’t need the restraint, but I feel like playing it kinky.
She pulls off her red wig to reveal brown hair, then her top to reveal a girdle-bustier combination that pushes her breasts up and accentuates her curves. Off it comes.
He watches her, confused, his mouth moving but saying nothing. He passes out.
EXT. DESERT - NIGHT
Grady wakes, face down, bound spread-eagle to the ground, a ball-gag in his mouth. He is naked. He fights to get free.
The woman makes him look at her.
WOMAN
Hi, Grady. Sleep well?
GRADY
(grunts)
What the fuck?
She holds up an iPhone. VIDEO PLAYS — shows a college girl being held down on a pool table by four men as Grady rapes her. The man holding the girl’s head and shoulders is not completely visible. The girl sort of struggles...but is obviously drugged.
WOMAN
That’s you raping her, right?
GRADY
(grunts)
I dunno what you’re talkin’ about. You got the wrong guy. I ain’t done nothin’ to you. I don’t even know you. What do you want?
WOMAN
(known as CARLI from this point)
You don’t know me? Okay. First off, my name is not Anastasia. She’s dead. Second off, my last name’s Vincenzo. Does that fire up any memory cells?
They do. He breathes faster. Pulls harder at his bindings.
Carli pauses the video.
CARLI
Yes. This girl you’re raping -- she’s my sister -- was my sister. Because this video was posted on a dozen different sites, for everyone in her family, all of her friends, and every student in her college to see. So she killed herself, just over a year ago. Thanks to you and the other assholes in this video.
She shows him a full honey-bear. Dribbles honey over his naked legs, arms, and ass.
CARLI (CONT’D)
As you know, she reported the rape, but local law enforcement decided she got into a situation she could not control, so it was her own damn fault, and they refused to arrest or prosecute anyone. I think that’s a crime, Grady, and where there’s a crime, there should be punishment.
She picks up a knife. Runs it over his back, sensuously.
CARLI (CONT’D)
Here’s yours.
She slices into his skin, cutting around the tattoo.
Grady’s CHOKING SHRIEKS fill the dark, empty desert.
EXT. DESERT -- DAY
Buzzards circle over two sheriff’s cruisers and BLM SUVs. They sit near a small plateau in the middle of nowhere. Some Bureau of Land Management AGENTS and DEPUTIES gather around.
Another cruiser rolls up and SHERIFF CHARLETON MENSON gets out -- tall, rangy, completely at home in the desert.
MENSON
Anybody touch anything?
DEPUTY #1
None of us has. Check with the feds.
BLM AGENT
My agent didn’t get all the way up on the plateau. The second he saw it, he came down and called it in.
MENSON
Why’s he over here lookin’?
BLM AGENT
The car. The buzzards.
Menson climbs up the plateau to find --
Grady’s body staked to the ground, next to the car...crawling with ants. Pieces of flesh were pulled away. Menson looks at the buzzards.
MENSON
Ain’t gettin’ no prints off this one, that’s for sure. Got an ID on that car yet?
DEPUTY #2
Belongs to an Anastasia Bordosky, over in Phoenix.
MENSON
What?! You sure ‘bout that?
DEPUTY #2
Yeah. License plate, registration, everything.
BY SOME DISTANT ROCKS
Carli uses a telephoto lens to catch video of the men. Their voices come from her iPhone.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
What’s the big deal?
MENSON (O.S.)
She died ten days ago. Murder, suicide.
Carli shifts to watch them through the sniper scope of a NEMO Omen .300 Rifle.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
Bordosky -- I heard about that. Killed her married boyfriend then did a jumper.
MENSON (O.S.)
That’s what the M-E said.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
Sounds like she was on something.
MENSON (O.S.)
Maybe. And maybe I oughta talk with that M-E and see about takin’ a closer look.
DEPUTY #1 (O.S.)
Why, Sheriff?
MENSON (O.S.)
Nobody said her car was missin’.
Carli smirks.
DEPUTY #2 (O.S.)
Say, wasn’t a girl named Bordosky mixed up in that mess, a couple years back?
MENSON (O.S.)
Yep.
BLM AGENT (O.S.)
What mess?
MENSON (O.S.)
Some stupid college brats got junked up. Fell into some shit that’s way too deep for ‘em.
Carli almost pulls the trigger on him.
CARLI
You got no idea what shit is, you son-of-a-bitch, but you’re about to find out.
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