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BEDROOM - NIGHT Shadows play along the edge of a baseball bat as it is slowly drawn across a laminate floor. LEON BODY, a man made slim by a diet of prison meals, and trim by hours in the exercise yard, watches Gordon sleep from the comfort of an antique upholstered chair in the corner of a bedroom. He lightly slaps the bat in one hand. GORDON KETTERING sleeps fitfully in the queen-sized bed. The decor of the bedroom very much reflects his personality: tasteful, rich, mature. Obviously well-accustomed to married life, he sleeps only on his side of the queen-sized bed. A alarm clock nearby shows the time--2:30 a.m.--in angry red. With every slap of the bat Gordon nears wakefulness. Leon slaps the bat into his hand. Hard. Gordon opens his eyes, unsure what has woken him. After a moment, he sits up. At the end of his bed, Leon, barely visible in the gloom, sits in Gordon's favorite armchair, a baseball bat in his hands. GORDON (confused, unsure if he's dreaming) Hello? Gordon fumbles at the side of the bed realizing that the baseball bat that Leon is holding must be his own. His face pales. LEON Hello Gordon. Certain he recognizes the voice, Gordon peers through the gloom. GORDON Leon? Is that you? Gordon fumbles along the nightstand for his GLASSES, and slips them over the bridge of his nose. GORDON (CONT'D) You're on death row. LEON I was. Until recently.
Would I let that innocent thief die in order to save ten lives? Absolutely. Leon leaps to his feat: LEON Fuck you! He snatches up the baseball bat and smashes it into a chest of drawers. we run the very real risk of letting a murderer loose on the streets.As Leon balances the baseball bat on his knees: LEON (CONT'D) Wall Street Journal. shattering a picture of Gordon's family. He puts his fingers to his temples. Saturday Edition. he surveys the carnage he's wrought. LEON (CONT'D) (reading the article from memory) "So some thief gets the chair for a murder he didn't commit. if I hadn't been so rudely disenfranchised." (focusing on Gordon) That's a hell of a quote for a defense lawyer. Breathing heavily. If we make it harder to put people in jail. LEON Don't I fucking know it! I would have voted for you. terrified. in an exaggerates remembrance posture. Gordon's brow furrows and he takes on a firmer tone: GORDON I stand by what I said. . Suddenly enraged. LEON Yeah. LEON Home run... but it's not very fucking kosher if you're the innocent man is it? GORDON You were never the innocent man. well. eh? Gordon has retreated up the bed. easy to say from the comfort of your McMansion. GORDON I'm in politics now.
which he places atop the chest of drawers. one winter Bobby had a little accident down at the . LEON Good boy. peering out from between the folds of his pajama top. GORDON If you touch one hair. fearing a gun. Leon waves him off. LEON Bob? A static-y. Mom had high hopes for the little fucker when he was young. but frighteningly human growl sounds through the phone. more manly set of drawers. Gordon sees it come to rest near a second. Gordon flinches. LEON That sub-verbal bark you heard just now was my brother. Bobby did that". aren't you? Gordon pales. and crosses his legs. Used to annoy the shit out of me: "Bobby did this. He hits the call button.. the "speaker phone". but Leon retrieves a smart phone. you're over forty and have a heart condition.Leon casts the bat aside. There's a click as the phone answers. (turning to Gordon) Right about now. Well.. you're thanking your lucky stars that Diana took the kids to your mother's for the weekend. steepling his fingers. Leon glances at Gordon's pacemaker scar. Gordon looks at him. LEON (nodding at Gordon's chest) Relax Flash Gordon. Gordon covers up. Leon reaches into his pocket. stunned. Leon takes a seat.
Now Bobby only does what I say.. LEON I want your life. freeing a pistol from his waistband. you're going to murder yourself! You get to be the innocent prisoner who dies to save three lives! GORDON I don't. LEON Kill yourself and I let your family go... Terrified. LEON (grimacing) I don't want your money. He lets it dangle. Gordon takes the knife and examines it. He looks up at Leon. Gordon reaches for the knife. GORDON I have money.. then realizes the futility of the gesture and removes it. He tosses something onto the bed in front of Gordon. Gordon runs a finger along the blade and gasps as he cuts his finger. It's a carving knife from his kitchen. He tries to put on a brave face: . He sucks on his thumb. who leans forward. GORDON You're going to murder me? LEON Gordo. Gordon stares at the silver knife lying on the blankets in front of him. (beat) I like him better this way.watering hole that deprived his brain of oxygen. his gaze leaps back to Leon. casually on his knee... Gordo. Gordo. GORDON How do I know that? LEON When you play a game of chess do you sweep all the pawns off the board after you've won? I don't give a shit about your family Gordon.
. WOMAN Gordon? Gordon! (dissolves in a scream) Gordon's daughter and son. can be heard in the background: DAUGHTER & SAMMY Daddy! Sounds of a struggle.. then sits back in the armchair. Finally. then casts about the room. Leon hesitates. . LEON Now are we going to do this thing or am I going to have to ask Bobbo to ventilate your little pumpkin-wumpkins? Gordon hesitates. Leon scowls then leans into the phone. so I'd steer clear of your mid-section. perhaps looking for a rock to jam under the handle. I'll do it. LEON Bob. GORDON (flinging his hand out) No. a woman's voice can be heard. No. Gordon stares glumly at the knife. then everything goes quiet.. Immediately.. he raises the blade to his throat and closes his eyes. GORDON (horrified) You monster. shove it in your eye. LEON Kill the. Make the woman scream. Sammy. Stomach wounds can be excruciating.GORDON How should we do this? LEON (shrugs) Slit your throat. GORDON How do I know you really have them? Leon's face drains of emotion. Gordon looks at the telephone.
Hoss.. Leon waves his hands back and forth. I swear to God.. Thy kingdom come. You're a goddamn order taker. almost weeping) No! LEON Gordon.GORDON Our Father. LEON What the fuck is that? Gordon glares at Leon.. LEON Say it. Say it..hallowed be Thy name. I say. LEON Whoa... hallowed be thy name. GORDON I'm praying. GORDON Our Father.. "I want you to kill yourself" and you say. Back the stagecoach up. who art in Heaven. mother fucker. "Do you want fries with that?" GORDON (insistent.. who art in Heaven. You don't get to do that. GORDON (squeezing his eyes together) . LEON Praying? GORDON Suicide is a sin. Say. This isn't some kind of saintly act you're performing. I'm going to kill them unless you order some fucking fries. LEON SAY IT!!! GORDON (almost weeping) NO! Don`t kill them! LEON . "Do you want fries with that?" Gordon ignores him.
.Gordon.. GORDON . Children voices in the background: DAUGHTER & SAMMY Mom! Mom! Gordon tries to continue his prayer: GORDON . shoot somebody. We keep our word in this country. Gordon grits his teeth....on Earth as in (breaks down sobbing) Leon stands up and paces. so you don't understand.. I didn't want to do that. you're a lawyer.. and you're going to stand by what you said.Thy will be done. GORDON (slurring his words) You didn't have to kill her! LEON Naw. . LEON You stubborn fuck. A shot rings out. GORDON No! LEON (growling) Do it! (to the computer) Bob? GORDON (squealing) Wait! Tears streaming down his cheeks. That was your goddamn wife.... LEON Bob. GORDON (child-like) Why are you doing this? Leon nods at the knife: LEON Stand by your goddamn word.
but the phone suddenly erupts in noise. he stops. you can't? GORDON I can't! I just can't. the urgent parent. kill another one. he raises the gun again. Gordon looks between his hands.. leaving behind a thin blood trail. drawing his gun. There's a series of crashes: LEON What the fuck? Bob? Bob?! There's final. Gordon flinches and throws his hands over his face as if they could stop bullets. I'll give you a hand. Steeling his resolve. gun drawn. but I think I hurt him real bad. GORDON I can't. He raises the knife to his throat and draws it a half-inch ACROSS HIS NECK. He has completely broken down.Tendons cord his neck. LEON What do you mean. LEON Fine. man. LEON (disgusted) Quit blubbering. explosive crash and the sound of a body hitting the floor. Terrified and in pain. LEON Bob. GORDON No! Don't kill me! Leon half-lowers the gun and grimaces with disgust. Suddenly. Leon rises.. Gordon speaks quickly: GORDON . but can't bring himself to shoot someone so pathetic. Gordon is beside himself: GORDON No. slapping the bed covers with the flat of the knife. Sammy's voice comes on the phone: SAMMY Dad! Dad! Mom's been shot. no. Leon stands over him. He suppresses a sob. kill me instead.
then lies still. but if you'd killed yourself your wife would still be alive and little Sammy wouldn't be an orphan. Very slick. LEON . Quickly. listen to me: Hang up the phone and call the police! Leon hits "End" on the phone. then the bat. Gordon.. sensing victory. You checkmated me with a pawn. I didn't see that one coming. GORDON (narrows his eyes) But you're not going to kill me. GORDON (confused) Orphan? But I'm. When he is satisfied.. he regains his composure and shrugs. Gordo. My death would have been meaningless. LEON Yeah." Leon stares at him but says nothing.. He eyes Gordon like a feral animal--all rage and fear. huh? GORDON (calmly) Are you going to kill me? Leon stands and takes his time putting the phone in his pocket. Gordon's body shakes. then lays the gun on the top of the dresser as he shrugs a green army surplus jacket over his shoulders. but he reamins in the bed. Gordon's eyes dart to the gun. Leon retrieves his gun and finally turns his attention to Gordon. LEON I've enjoyed our little chess match. because you don't "sweep all the pawns off the board when the game is over. LEON Best laid plans. GORDON Sammy would have stopped your brother anyway.. Leon quickly raises the gun and squeezes the triggers twice. takes another stab.Sammy..
I said I don't sweep the pawns off the board when I win. In the background. Leon lets himself out of the bedroom. . Blood drops collect on Gordon's hand then slowly drip onto the floor one-by-one. FADE OUT.
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