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TITLES PLAY OVER...
1 INT. GREEN ROOM - UNKNOWN 1
KYLE KASSIDY moves around a shitty, backstage green room,

playing warm up licks on the GUITAR hanging from his neck.
He seems trapped in the cluttered space. Caged in by alcohol

bottles, drug paraphernalia, and random furniture.
He’s fidgety, high-strung, overwhelmed by GROWING CROWD NOISE

OFF SCREEN, rowdy fans waiting for some kind of show.
He can’t decide to stand or sit. Fight or run. Laugh or cry.
THEN WE CUT TO:
BLACK.
MUSIC plays in the near distance. Something weird and lovely.

FAINT SIRENS heard from afar, slowly growing louder...
2 EXT. BACK DECK - DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 2
Kyle now sits alone dragging a smoke. Shirtless, he’s rail

thin, with COAGULATED BLOOD under a gash across his chest.
On edge, he rubs his temples at the sound of that SIREN

COMING CLOSER. He flicks his smoke, and heads inside as WE
FOLLOW IN ONE CONTINUOUS SHOT, STAYING WITH HIM THROUGH...
3 INT. DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 3
Passing a FAMILY ROOM, we spot something unusual, FEMALE LEGS

ON THE FLOOR, blood smeared everywhere, he pauses, taking a
moment to process, then just moves on toward...
4 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 4
The MUSIC’S LOUDER HERE and Kyle sings along, lost in jumbled
thought as he chops COCAINE lines on the center island.
WE DRIFT around the room, noting more blood, and A KITCHEN

KNIFE lathered in the crimson mess.
SN-SNORT! Kyle rips a line, shakes it off, and starts jogging

in place, air boxing like a title contender, when...
DING-DONG! The doorbell rings.
Kyle blinks hard, forcing his mind back to reality.

08/08/14 - LOCKED WHITE 2.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Pounding on the front door.
Finally, he moves, heading into...
5 INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS 5
DING-DONG! The bell sounds again, and Kyle reaches for the
handle, stopping just short as he’s hit with a thought.
He turns around, looking at the coke on the center island. He

remembers he should probably hide that, hustles back into...
He pulls a out a ZIPLOC and starts stuffing coke back into

the bag, doing a real shitty job, making a mess.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! More pounding on the door.
He dusts powder residue off the counter, then takes one last
look toward the bloody legs before moving back to...
7 INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS 7
And, finally...
THUNK. He opens the door to find two paramedics on the porch:

MARCUS STEADMAN (30s, sinewy, built) and SEBASTIAN COOK (30s,
dark eyes, thin-limbed), both wondering what took so long.
Kyle quickly forces a smile.
KYLE
Howdy, boys. You got here fast.
MARCUS
Thanks. We try.
(noting his chest wound)
I assume you’re Jasper? You called
about that cut?
KYLE
What?
Annoyed, Marcus looks to Sebastian, then speaks louder.
MARCUS
I asked, if your name was Jasper.
You called to have us take a look
at that cut on your chest?
08/08/14 - LOCKED WHITE 2A.
KYLE
Oh. Yeah. Jasper. Sure. But, I
didn’t call for me. I’m fine. It’s
her. She’s in the other room.
SEBASTIAN
What?!
KYLE
I didn’t call for me. It’s her.
She’s in the other room! Come on.
Come on in.
Kyle steps aside, allowing Marcus and Sebastian to enter.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Right around the corner there.
She’s not dead or nothing, but
she’s over that way. Go ahead. Go
do your thing. Whatever you need.
MARCUS
Could you maybe turn down the music
a little while we get started?
KYLE
Huh? Yeah. Sure. I’m on it. She’s
right over there. Just through the
kitchen.
Kyle points to the KITCHEN, watching them head away for a

beat before drifting toward the LIVING ROOM on his own.
7A INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 7A
Marcus and Sebastian pass through, confused by the scene: The

coke remnants on the counter. The smeared blood. The knife.
8 INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 8
VARIOUS GOLD RECORDS and MUSIC PARAPHERNALIA line the walls.

Alone, Kyle gets distracted, flipping through VINYL RECORDS.
MARCUS (O.S.)
What happened to her?!
Kyle pauses, then finally KILLS THE MUSIC.
KYLE
What’d you say?!
MARCUS (O.S.)
This is easier if we have some
context. What happened to her?
Kyle struggles with that one, heading back their way.

9 INT. FAMILY ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 9
Kyle enters beside Sebastian, peeking over Marcus’ shoulders

to see a woman lying unconscious, streaked with blood.
NIKKI DUKE (20s). Stylish and lovely, though it’s hard to see
that right now. She wears only underwear and a T-shirt. Her
hair and makeup are disheveled. The girl’s had a rough night.
MARCUS
Hey. I asked, what happened to her?
KYLE
Oh. She passed out.
MARCUS
I can see that, thank you. But,
where’s she bleeding?
KYLE
She’s not. That’s my blood.
(points to his chest)
I cut myself.
Sebastian tips his head to examine the wound, doubtful.
SEBASTIAN
In a downward stabbing motion?
MARCUS
What’s her name? *
KYLE
Uh... Nikki.
Marcus nods, then gently tries to wake Nikki up, noticing the
BRUISES along her arms and hips. The sight bothers him a bit.
MARCUS
Nikki. My name’s Marcus. I’m here
to help. Can you look at me, honey?
Can you open your eyes for me?
(to Kyle)
She on any drugs?
KYLE
No. Nothing. She can’t be.
SEBASTIAN
Why not? She pregnant?
Kyle turns to him, wide-eyed.
KYLE
No. What? Why do you ask that?
SEBASTIAN
You said she can’t take any drugs.
KYLE
I meant she’s not taking any drugs.
Not right now, you know. She passed
out because she doesn’t like blood.
That’s it. Does she look pregnant?
SEBASTIAN
Relax, man. I didn’t mean anything
by it. I’m just trying to get the
facts straight.
KYLE
Let’s get her straight, then we’ll
talk facts, huh. Can we try that?
Nikki opens an eye, straining to focus on Marcus.
MARCUS
There we go. Thatta girl. How you
feeling, sweetheart? Can you tell *
me your name? *
NIKKI
Who the fuck are you? What
happened? Where’s Jasper?
MARCUS
We’ll get to Jasper in a minute. Do *
you know where you are? *
He checks her eyes with a pen light, but she shrugs him off.
NIKKI
Again, who the fuck are you?
KYLE
He’s a paramedic, honey.
She squints toward Kyle in the light, can’t quite place him.
MARCUS
I’m Marcus. This is my partner *
Sebastian. We’re here to help. It
looks like you fainted. Maybe
bumped your head. *
NIKKI
9-1-1 comes when people faint now?
Get the fuck out of my house.
Marcus chuckles at her attitude, continuing his examination.

MARCUS
Well, I’d say we can rule out a *
concussion. You’ll probably just *
have some bruising and a headache --
NIKKI
Why am I sitting in blood? I don’t
like blood. What is this?
MARCUS
It seems Jasper here had himself a
little knife accident.
She looks up to Kyle, finally starting to piece it together.
NIKKI
Oh, Christ --
KYLE
Hi, baby. How you feeling?
NIKKI
You’re fuckin’ high again, aren’t
you?
Kyle cringes and WE WHIP TO...
Back in the green room, Kyle sits on the couch, holding up a

BAG OF COCAINE, fighting not to dig into it.
KYLE
You gotta stop that shit, Kyle. You
want this, you want us, to work,
you gotta stop that shit now. You
gotta grow up. That’s all I’ve been
hearing since God knows when...
WHIP PAN TO...
Nikki playing solitaire at a table across the room. She sits

with her legs up like a little girl, ignoring the camera.
NIKKI
That is what I’ve been saying,
because it’s true. I already
married one fuck up, I’m not about
to leave him for the next. I told
him if I ever catch him using
again, we’re done, finished, caput.
She flips a card, smiling as Kyle walks into frame.

KYLE
Caput? Who the fuck says caput?
NIKKI
I thought I’d try it out. It’s got
nice, harsh ends. Ca-put.
KYLE
What are you doing? Playing
Solitaire? You God’s lonely man now
or something?
NIKKI
What? It makes me happy. My grandpa
used play at our cottage. I guess
it just reminds me of him.
She smiles cute to herself and he loves it.
KYLE
God, I fuckin’ love you. Gimme a
kiss...
He leans over the table to kiss her, but she dodges.
NIKKI
Don’t mess up my game. And, I swear
on everything holy, you better not
be doing coke again.
11 INT. FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT 11
Kyle shakes his head frantically.
KYLE
No, no, no, no. I am not fuckin’
high. I was thinking about getting
high, but I never did it. I swear.
NIKKI
Get me out of this blood.
Marcus and Sebastian help her up. She grabs a BATHROBE off
the couch and heads toward THE KITCHEN, glaring at Kyle as
she moves past.
KYLE
(sarcastic)
I love you too, babe. Thanks for
looking out for me, sweetheart --
NIKKI
Don’t start.
KYLE
I’m not starting anything.
NIKKI
You’re being sarcastic.
KYLE
Maybe you’re just being sensitive?
She stops, noting his cut, frustrated, but loving. Then keeps
moving. Sebastian and Marcus follow her off screen, when...
NIKKI (O.S.)
Oh, God dammit!
Kyle backs into the corner, knowing he fucked up.
Nikki stares at the mess of coke Kyle thought he cleaned up.

He won’t enter the room, staying in the hall, out of sight.
NIKKI
You promised me you were done with
this shit --
KYLE (O.S.)
That’s not my fault!
NIKKI
Oh yeah? Whose fault is it? Who
else would bring thirty pounds of
cocaine into my kitchen?
(to Marcus)
Did you guys do this?
Marcus shakes his head, starting to fill out a WORK REPORT.
KYLE (O.S.)
There was a lot going on. You
blacked out, hit your head. I
thought you were dead, I panicked
alright, I didn’t know what to do --
NIKKI
Don’t blame this shit on me!
She turns around, realizing he’s not in the kitchen.
NIKKI (CONT’D)
And stop hiding! Get in here!
Kyle creeps out of his corner, afraid to look her in the eye.
KYLE
I’m sorry, baby. I’m real sorry. I
promise, from this point on, I’m
done with the stuff. Scouts honor.
She just shakes her head.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Oh c’mon, Nikki! I almost lost you
back there. That was a very
traumatic experience for me --
NIKKI
You didn’t almost lose anything. I
passed out... Christ, I can’t
believe you called an ambulance for
that. What were you thinking?
KYLE
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that I
might bleed to death from this cut
on my chest. You remember that?
MARCUS
I hate to interrupt your little
domestic dispute, guys. But, we’re
gonna need one of you to sign this,
saying everything’s alright so we
can get out of your hair.
Marcus hands Kyle the filled out, but unsigned, report.
NIKKI
Whoa, whoa, whoa. You guys have to
report this? Everybody’s fine here.
There’s no need for the paperwork.
MARCUS
Yeah. You both seem great. But, if
I want to keep my job, then yes, I
have to report this.
NIKKI
C’mon. Couldn’t you just do us a
favor and forget about this one?
MARCUS
No. We can not do you a favor.
NIKKI
Okay. Well, what if we worked
something out. Like, financially?
Kyle looks to her, wondering what she’s got in mind.
SEBASTIAN
You guys do have some scratch, huh?
MARCUS
Just sign the report.
Kyle almost signs the report, but Nikki yanks it away.
NIKKI
No. We’re not signing anything.
We’re both fine, and neither of us
wants you here, so either you
accept our money and mark this one
down as a false alarm, or you leave
right now empty handed. It’s your
choice.
SEBASTIAN
How much money?
MARCUS
What did I just say?
SEBASTIAN
C’mon, Marc. Look at this place. A
little off the top’s not gonna hurt
them.
(to Kyle)
What do you do?
KYLE
I’m a musician.
MARCUS
I don’t care what he does. We’re
not taking their money. We just
need the report signed, and then we
will gladly be on our way --
Interested in their offer, Sebastian drifts out of the room.
NIKKI
Look, boys. None of us are stupid.
Anybody can take one look around
this place, and understand that
there’s a lot of explaining that
needs to be done. Explaining
neither of us really wants to do.
12A INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 12A
Sebastian wanders, observing the signs of wealth.
12B INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 12B
Nikki continues.
NIKKI
Now, if we sign that report, this
thing becomes an insurance issue,
possibly even a legal issue, all
depending on what you end up
writing on this little sheet here
once you leave our house tonight.
MARCUS
I’m not gonna change what you’re
looking at, lady. I just want it
signed so I can keep my job.
Sebastian strolls back into the room.
SEBASTIAN
He’s not lying, Marc. This dude’s
pretty rich. I say we at least
consider what they’re offering.
NIKKI
How much do you want?
KYLE
I fuckin’ love this girl.
MARCUS
Just sign the sheet, lady.
NIKKI
(ignoring Marcus)
Five thousand?
Marcus is stunned. That’s quite a bit of money.
SEBASTIAN
Ten thousand. Cash.
NIKKI
Deal.
MARCUS
Sebastian!
SEBASTIAN
Ten thousand dollars, man? That’s
more money than we make in a
fuckin’ month --
MARCUS
Yeah, and it’ll be the last money
we ever make if we get caught doing
it.
SEBASTIAN
How would we get caught? They’re
not gonna report shit. She has
bruises all over her body and he’s
got a gash the size of Nevada
across his chest. That’s not a
fuckin’ coincidence --
KYLE
Not cool, man. I never hit her.
SEBASTIAN
And, that’s not to mention the
thirty pounds of ya-yo on the
counter over here.
NIKKI
He’s right... This won’t leave the
room. Not for us. It can’t.
A beat. Marcus is starting to come around.
SEBASTIAN
Think about what we could do with
five thousand dollars each, man.
You could actually take a vacation
for the first time in years... You
could finally finish that master
bathroom for Lizzy... We just walk
away and everybody wins.
Marcus holds Sebastian’s gaze. Kyle nods fast, encouraging.
NIKKI
Fuck it. I’m getting the money.
13 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 13
Marcus and Sebastian study objects around the room while Kyle
sits on the couch smoking without a care in the world.
SEBASTIAN
There are some really great albums
here, man. They all yours?
KYLE
Yeah... Mine or Nikki’s.
SEBASTIAN
She in a band with you?
KYLE
No. She’s more like a groupie. I
mean, she was like a groupie...
But, don’t tell her I said that.
MARCUS
What kind of music you play?
KYLE
Probably nothing you’d know.
MARCUS
I don’t know. I got a teenager at
home. I hear a lot of shit.
KYLE
You assume my music would be shit?
MARCUS
I hate to break it to you, but your
outward appearance isn’t exactly
screaming musical genius right now.
KYLE
How about those gold records or the
money she’s about to bring you?
Marcus smiles, passing the time with gentle interrogation.
MARCUS
That’s not you hitting her is it?
All those bruises up her back?
KYLE
No way, man. I told you. Not me --
MARCUS
I don’t like guys who hit girls.
KYLE
I don’t hit her, alright. Back off.
MARCUS
Then why’d she cut you?
KYLE
She doesn’t like the drugs.
MARCUS
So stop using.
KYLE
What is this? You my dad now?
You’re the one taking our money.
SEBASTIAN
You didn’t expect the baby, huh?
Kyle goes from nonchalant to frantic in a tick, sitting up.
KYLE
Christ! She’s not fuckin’ pregnant,
alright! And even if she was that’s
something that would stay between
me and her, because she probably
wouldn’t even know who the fuckin’
father was! Leave it alone already!
MARCUS
You’re bleeding again.
Kyle drags his smoke, looking down to his chest as his wound
rips open again under the stress, when...
THUD! They all turn to see Nikki pass out in the hallway from
the sight, dropping STACKS OF CASH ONTO THE FLOOR.
Nikki, still passed out, now sits next to Kyle as Sebastian

and Marcus load the cash into a BAG across the coffee table.
MARCUS
Okay, kid. We appreciate the money
you’re giving us to keep this off
the books, but personally, I can’t
just leave without at least fixing
up your chest there... So, we’re
gonna go outside, grab some more of
our gear, and come patch you up so
you don’t bleed out later. Okay?
KYLE
You gonna stitch it?
MARCUS
Probably not. Just some gauze, a
little bit of tape oughta do.
KYLE
I wouldn’t mind stitches. I’ve
actually never had ‘em.
MARCUS
Okay. We’ll keep that in mind.
The paramedics share a knowing look and then exit.
15 EXT. FRONT PORCH - MOMENTS LATER 15
Sebastian shuts the door and signals for Marcus to pause.
MARCUS
What’s up? What are you thinking?
SEBASTIAN
The same thing you are. That girl
just grabbed 10 grand like she was
getting a fuckin’ rain coat out of
the closet.
MARCUS
You think there’s more?
SEBASTIAN
Oh, I know there’s more.
Marcus follows, considers that for a moment.
SEBASTIAN (CONT’D)
That guy’s yakked out of his mind
and roughing up his wife while he’s
at it. Consider it fuckin’ karma
for being a rich asshole.
(beat)
Five minutes. That’s it. Five more
minutes and we clear a couple
months pay. Easy as that.
Kyle stares at Nikki for a long beat, feeling terrible.
KYLE
I’m sorry about this, baby. I
really am. I shouldn’t have called
these fuckers in the first place...
I’ll figure out a way to pay Jasper
back that ten grand. I promise.
He frowns at her silence, then lays his head on her stomach.
KYLE (CONT’D)
(touching her belly)
Then, even if this thing isn’t
mine, I’ll find a way to keep it
happy and healthy and safe and all
that shit a good old man would do.
He pauses at the thought of “what he’d do” and WE JUMP TO...

QUICK FLASHES of Kyle’s coke preparation, but then he changes

his mind, shoving the drugs onto the floor, standing up fast.
KYLE
But not this. No. I will stop this
shit. I can do that, right? Sure...
I can do anything I want.
He moves to the door, opening it a crack. MORE CROWD NOISE

BOOMS FROM OUTSIDE. He panics, and shuts the door again.
KYLE (CONT’D)
That’s what my teachers always told
me. “Kyle, you can do any fuckin’
thing you want.” Fuck ‘em. I know I
can. I can do anything I want...
18 INT. LIVING ROOM - DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 18
Kyle stands suddenly, moving out of the room in a hurry,

turning back, talking to Nikki as he goes...
KYLE
Alright. Maybe just this one last
time. I’m sorry, baby. But, there’s
only seven months left until I’m
really in the shit, and then I’m
off it for good. I mean that.
Kyle quickly rips a line, then hurries back into the...
He sits and looks to Nikki for a moment, feeling guilty and

high. He gives her a kiss on the cheek, whispering sweetly...
KYLE
God, I love you.
THUNK. The front door opens as Marcus and Sebastian come back
inside, carrying some more gear to treat Kyle’s chest wound.
MARCUS
How you feeling, pal?
KYLE
Ready when you are, boys.
Marcus takes a seat beside Kyle and pulls out a SYRINGE while
Sebastian casually strolls toward the kitchen.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Wow. That’s quite the pig sticker
you got there. What’s in it?
MARCUS
Oh, it’s just an antibiotic.
Nothing to worry about. We wouldn’t
want this thing to get infected,
would we?
Sebastian observes the mess on the floor, tasting a bit of

the coke, then carefully picks up the BLOODY KNIFE.
Marcus lifts Kyle’s arm, gently tapping out a vein.
MARCUS
Alright, Jasper. You’re gonna want
to hold very still right now. Can
you do that for me?
KYLE
This isn’t gonna cause any sort of
reaction, is it? You know, in case
I was using that dope in there? Not
saying I was, but just in case --
MARCUS
Nah. This’ll be fine. Just relax
and stay still.
Kyle nods and Marcus inserts the needle into his arm.
MARCUS (CONT’D)
How’s that feel?
KYLE
Fine. Yeah. No problems here.
MARCUS
Okay. Good.
Kyle looks to the syringe, then starts to realize that Marcus

is just staring at him with an small grin. It’s bizarre.
KYLE
What’s up? You gonna do it?
MARCUS
Have you ever heard of Potassium
Chloride, Jasper?
KYLE
That like a banana?
MARCUS
Well, sure. Bananas have a lot of
Potassium in them, but not nearly
as much as this syringe does. You
see, Potassium Chloride’s the stuff
that our prison system uses for the
death penalty. To kill our most
violent offenders. The guys that
like to get high and beat and
murder their wives. It’s fast
acting and relatively painless.
Sebastian re-enters the room, TUCKING THE KNIFE in his belt.
KYLE
Death penalty? What the hell are we
talking about? What happened to
gauze and a little bit of tape?
Marcus shakes his head, tired of Kyle’s ineptitude.
MARCUS
(to Sebastian)
I have no words.
Sebastian pulls SMELLING SALTS out of their gear.
SEBASTIAN
Jasper, Marcus and I got to
thinking on our way out to the rig,
and we realized that any house with
ten grand just lying around, the
way your wife made it seem, is
bound to have more than just ten
grand lying around. You understand?
Kyle studies them for a beat, almost laughs.
KYLE
You guys want more money? That’s
what this is about?
MARCUS
The boy’s a genius, Sebastian.
Sebastian grins, running the salts under Nikki’s nose.

Nikki starts to stir, looking toward Marcus.
NIKKI
Ah, fuck. I fainted again?
Then, she turns toward Kyle, spotting the needle stuck in his
arm. She looks away quickly, GAGGING at the thought of it.
NIKKI (CONT’D)
Hey. What’s with the needle? Knock
it off, huh. I hate needles --
KYLE
Baby --
NIKKI
Not now. We’ll deal with your
apologies later. I just want these
gentlemen out of my fuckin’ house --
KYLE
Well, that’s the thing --
NIKKI
Get ‘em out!
KYLE
They’re gonna fuckin’ kill me with
fuckin’ banana shit!
She turns toward him in complete confusion.
NIKKI
...What?!
MARCUS
Yep. Banana shit.
KYLE
They want more money.
Nikki shifts her gaze to Marcus, realizing what’s going on.

NIKKI
Alright. Listen, fellas. I see what
you’re doing, but we don’t have any
more money, so you might as well
just quit while you’re ahead, okay.
MARCUS
Oh, something tells me that’s not
entirely true.
NIKKI
I don’t care what anything tells
you. That’s how it is. Now, please
get that needle out of his arm and
then get the fuck out of my house.
SEBASTIAN
We got a better idea, honey.
Sebastian casually PULLS THE KNIFE from his belt.
SEBASTIAN (CONT’D)
How about we take a little walk?
A beat. Nikki turns to Kyle. He mouths “I’m sorry.”
NIKKI
You shouldn’t have called them.
KYLE
You shouldn’t have fainted.
Nikki “shoots” Kyle with her pointer as Sebastian guides her

off the couch and out of the room. Kyle notes the gesture.
23 INT. CLOSET - MASTER BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER 23
Nikki shows Sebastian into a walk-in closet off the master

bedroom as he keeps the knife pointed at her back.
NIKKI
Would you mind not pointing that
thing at me? You’re making me
nervous.
SEBASTIAN
You’re fine. Keep moving.
NIKKI
I’m just saying, if I pass out
again, you’re not getting much of
anything, now are you? You ever
stop and think about that?
SEBASTIAN
As much as I appreciate a girl with
a little attitude, now’s not the
time to be flirting with me, honey.
Remember, one word from me and your
man upstairs is a goner. Okay?
(beat)
Now, where’s the fuckin’ money?
She takes a moment and then uncovers a METAL SAFE, spinning

the combination dial.
CLICK. It hits and the door swings the door open to reveal
STACKS OF CASH PILED HIGH INSIDE. Sebastian’s impressed.
NIKKI
Alright. You got a bag?
(beat; off his look)
You thought there was a bunch of
cash down here and you planned to
come get it without bringing a bag
along to carry it upstairs?
He looks at a dresser nearby, spots a BAG OF ART SUPPLIES.
SEBASTIAN
Can I dump this?
NIKKI
No. That’s my art shit.
SEBASTIAN
You paint?
NIKKI
A little.
SEBASTIAN
What kind?
NIKKI
I’m into Abstract Expressionism
mostly... Rothko, Newman, Tobey.
SEBASTIAN
My old man always liked Pollack.
NIKKI
He’s a little messy for my taste,
but yeah, same movement.
He nods, impressed. She signals toward the safe...

NIKKI (CONT’D)
I think there’s a bag in here. Want
me to grab it, get this over with?
SEBASTIAN
Yeah. Go ahead.
She turns slow, closing her eyes, preparing herself mentally.

Then, she reaches into the safe, past the money, and...
Spins back toward Sebastian, HOLDING A .357 MAGNUM REVOLVER.
NIKKI
Alright, chucko. Drop the knife or
I blast your fuckin’ head off.
SEBASTIAN
Whoa. Hey. Really?
NIKKI
Yes, really. Did you think I was
just gonna bring you down here to
talk Post Modern Art and then hand
over all my hard earned money?
SEBASTIAN
Is Pollack really Post Modern?
NIKKI
Arguably... Now, drop the knife.
Sebastian sizes her up for a beat, smiling slight.
SEBASTIAN
Sweetheart, I’ve drained abscesses
more threatening than you. Look,
you can barely hold that thing.
CLICK. She sets the hammer, eyes burning.
NIKKI
You wanna try me?
SEBASTIAN
No, but you should at least see
this before we go any further.
He gently lifts the sleeve on his jacket, up to the elbow.
NIKKI
Whoa! Hey! Stop! Stop! Stop!
SEBASTIAN
Look. Lemme. Just, this one thing.
Watch, watch, right here.
Then, he SLOWLY SLICES HIS FOREARM with the blade. Nikki’s

eyes widen and SHE FAINTS INSTANTLY, falling fast as...
BLAM! The gun hits the ground and fires into the wall.
The OS GUN SHOT startles Kyle and Marcus. They both freeze.
KYLE
Ha! Whew. That was close --
Then, WHAM! Kyle strikes like a demon, yanking the needle out
of his arm and shoving Marcus over the coffee table...
He grabs a book, and THUNK! hammers Marcus over the head with
it, sending him to the floor with a heavy THUD...
Kyle lifts the book to deliver another blow, pausing to read

the cover for the briefest of moments, when...
BLAM! Another shot SHATTERS A RECORD on the wall beside Kyle,

startling him. He drops the book, spinning to see...
Sebastian holding the pistol.
SEBASTIAN
You alright?
KYLE
I think I’m still bleeding, but --
Sebastian trains the gun on Kyle.
SEBASTIAN
Not you, dumbass. Sit down.
KYLE
Whoa. Hey. Okay. You got it.
Kyle takes a seat and Marcus leans up, rubbing his head.
MARCUS
Jesus. Where’d you get the gun?
SEBASTIAN
She pulled it out of the safe.
MARCUS
The safe? Was there more money?
SEBASTIAN
Oh yeah. There was a lot more
money.
MARCUS
Why didn’t you bring it back up?
SEBASTIAN
I forgot the bag.
KYLE
You went down there to get the cash
and you forgot a bag?
Sebastian swings his aim at Kyle again.
SEBASTIAN
Shut up.
KYLE
Alright, alright, alright!
MARCUS
Grab that bag. Go pack it up and
let’s get outta here.
SEBASTIAN
No way, man. We’re not leaving yet.
MARCUS
What are you talking about?
SEBASTIAN
Look around you. I say we tie them
up and do one more lap. See what
else we can grab besides the cash.
NIKKI (O.S.)
Tie them up?!
All eyes snap to Nikki, now coming up the stairs.

NIKKI (CONT’D)
C’mon? We’re not fuckin’ going
anywhere. Just do what you gotta do
and get the hell out already.
KYLE
Oh, thank God you’re alright, baby.
NIKKI
Shut up, Kyle.
Marcus and Sebastian share a confused look.
MARCUS
Kyle?
NIKKI
Fuckin’ rob us already!
25 INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 25
Sebastian and Marcus finish binding Nikki and Kyle together,

back to back in two chairs, with SURGICAL TUBING.
KYLE
I gotta be honest, guys. This seems
a little excessive. She told you to
rob the place, and I’m not planning
on stopping you any time soon.
SEBASTIAN
I can see why she doesn’t like you
getting high. You just can’t keep
your fuckin’ mouth shut, can you?
Sebastian lifts his foot, slowly tipping their seats over

onto the ground. Marcus bends down to Nikki’s level.
MARCUS
So, which one’s been hitting you?
Jasper or Kyle?
NIKKI
What do you care?
MARCUS
I don’t like guys who hit girls.
You shouldn’t just take that.
KYLE
Sound advice from a guy who just
tried to stop my heart with the
banana death juice.
MARCUS
Relax. That syringe was only a
saline solution. It wouldn’t do
anything more than rehydrate you.
KYLE
Shit. Really?
Nikki glares at Marcus. Kyle nods, slightly impressed.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I gotta say, well done. You really
had me going for a minute there.
MARCUS
Thank you.
Sebastian heads toward the staircase.
SEBASTIAN
Have fun, love birds.
MARCUS
Alright, guys. We’ll be out of your
hair shortly.
Marcus stands, following Sebastian out of the room.
Nikki and Kyle just “lie” together in silence for a long beat
listening to FOOTSTEPS and SOUNDS OF RUMMAGING OFF SCREEN.
KYLE
That was a good call with the gun,
babe. Was definitely worth a try.
Nikki doesn’t say a word, causing Kyle to get antsy.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What? C’mon. I understood your
finger pistol. We’re on the same
wavelength. That’s something we
should at least acknowledge. Yeah?
(another silence)
Alright! Christ! I’m sorry --
NIKKI
Stop it, Kyle! Just fuckin’ stop
already! I’m sick of hearing it.
KYLE
Don’t be mad. I didn’t want this
either, you know. You hit your
head. I thought you needed help --
NIKKI
I’m not mad, okay! I’m sad. I’m
really fuckin’ sad. You promised me
you were done with the drugs.
KYLE
I only started the drugs again
because you told me the baby might
not be mine!
NIKKI
I’m married! Of course the baby
might not be yours!
KYLE
Oh. That’s right. I forgot. You’re
married to a wife-beating shithead.
NIKKI
At least he is what he says he is.
He doesn’t lie to me constantly.
KYLE
That hurts, Nik. That really hurts.
You gotta understand this shit
isn’t easy for me either, okay?
But, I don’t really think that
comparing my one mistake to
Jasper’s lifetime of insanity is
exactly fair. Can’t we at least
agree on that much?
She tenses her jaw in anger, when her eyes lock on the GLASS
from the shattered gold record on the floor nearby.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What? That’s it? You got nothing to
say? Now, that I’m the one making
the point. You just go silent --
NIKKI
Wiggle with me.
KYLE
What the hell does that mean?!
NIKKI
I have an idea. My direction. Look
at the glass. Just wiggle, okay!
Kyle flips his head over and spots the glass. He sighs, still
angry, but doesn’t have many options. He starts to wiggle.
NIKKI (CONT’D)
No. What is that? More like a worm.
Wiggle! You’re squirming!
KYLE
I’m wiggling! I’m fuckin’ wiggling!
NIKKI
Be quiet!
They finally inch into position and Nikki manages to get one
of the shards into her hand. From here, Kyle has a clear view
down the hall. He watches while Nikki scrapes at the tubes...
SNAP! One tube tears. Nikki reacts with a surprised LAUGH and
then starts to squirm, trying to break another, when...
SMACK! Her foot slips, kicking the coffee table. They freeze,
listening close... THE OFF SCREEN RUMMAGING HAS STOPPED.
Shit. She scrapes faster, shredding tubes, faster, faster...
NIKKI (CONT’D)
Okay, got it, done, out, go!
They both wiggle free and stand in a hurry, when Kyle grabs
her by the shoulders, spinning her to face him.
KYLE
I need to hear it, Nik... Me or
him? Right now. If you could
choose. Whose the father?
NIKKI
Oh, fuck off. You know I choose
you. Why else would I get so upset
about the drugs and shit?
He smiles wide and in love, kissing her forehead.
KYLE
Baby, I’m telling you, we go
together like guns and ammo. God
damn, I just love you to death.
NIKKI
Well, let’s be smart and get out of
here so it doesn’t come to that,
huh.
She grins cute, and he moves in for a real kiss, when...
SEBASTIAN (O.S.)
What the hell?!
They spin to see Sebastian rounding the corner, gun in hand.
Kyle SCREAMS like a mad man, charging him without another

thought, moving on fear and adrenaline alone...
NIKKI
No, no, no, no, no!
Sebastian raises the gun, but Kyle SLAMS him into the wall
sending it CLATTERING across the floor...
Nikki snatches the pistol, furious with Kyle...
NIKKI (CONT’D)
Dammit, Kyle! We we’re gonna be
smart! We were gonna leave!
KYLE
He was gonna shoot!
NIKKI
We don’t know that!
KYLE
He had a gun, Nikki! I could pretty
well fuckin’ guess it --
Suddenly, Marcus rushes into the room from THE KITCHEN...
Nikki YELLS, spinning toward him on instinct...
He reaches for her gun hand, partially covering the barrel

with his own as Nikki flinches, pulling the trigger...
BLAM! his fist erupts, spraying blood everywhere.
He SHOUTS, staggering into the living room.
Nikki drops the weapon in shocked horror...
Kyle spots it on the ground. His eyes shift to see Sebastian

now charging him in retaliation as we WHIP TO...
Kyle paces, sweating bullets while Nikki FLIPS A COIN nearby.
KYLE
Life’s all just one big choice, you
know. Choose here, choose there.
These guys took this call and chose
to rob us. I chose to fall in love
with Jasper Duke’s wife and maybe
get her pregnant and then get us in
this position in the first place --
NIKKI
Don’t say it like that. You loved
me before I was Jasper’s wife.
KYLE
That’s true. I’m sorry, but you
know what I’m talking about.
NIKKI
Choices?
KYLE
Yeah. Fuckin’ choices. There’s just
too many of them. I knew a guy
once, died of a broken heart. And,
not the sappy kind you see in the
movies. No, this was a stress
induced broken heart. Doctors said
so. Told the family. “Hey guys,
your old man died because he
couldn’t handle all the stressful
choices of this shitty life. Heart
literally cracked in half from it.
Nikki smiles, not very concerned, just humoring him a bit.
NIKKI
I wouldn’t let that happen to you,
babe. Not now, not ever.
KYLE
Thank you. You’re sweet.
NIKKI
I know. Now, heads or tails?
KYLE
C’mon! I’m terrible with that!
Didn’t you just hear me rambling?
She flips the coin, hides it under her palm. He freaks out.
KYLE (CONT’D)
AHHHH... Tails!
She lifts her hand, showing heads.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Fuck!
Kyle swipes the gun off the ground and whirls on Sebastian...
BLAM! The bullet drills him square in the forehead, launching

him back out of frame in a hurry.
Everyone freezes, just staring for a stunned beat, until...

Marcus sprints for the front door..
Kyle turns to Nikki, she looks away, focusing her breathing,

trying desperately not to faint, repeating...
NIKKI
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
And, Kyle runs for the front door, following Marcus...
28 EXT. FRONT YARD - DUKE RESIDENCE - CONTINUOUS 28
Kyle sprints outside to see the ambulance SCREECHING out of

the drive. He spins like mad, kicking and punching the air.
KYLE
God! Fuckin’! Tails! Fuck! Shit!
29 INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 29
Kyle moves back inside to find Nikki sitting at the dining

room table, fighting to keep it together. He sits across from
her and they share a long, confused silence, until finally...
KYLE
Are you okay?
She nods slow, but definitely doesn’t look okay.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Are you sure?
NIKKI
Well, you killed a guy.
KYLE
He woulda killed us. I mean, he was
trying. C’mon, you saw that.
NIKKI
I don’t know if that shit matters,
Kyle. He’s dead, you’re not. That’s
all anybody’s gonna care about.
KYLE
What do you mean? Like legally?
NIKKI
Yeah, legally. What else could I
mean? What else matters right now?
KYLE
Everything. Everything but that.
We’re not calling the fuckin’ cops.
NIKKI
Okay. So, we just call 9-11 again,
because that worked out perfectly --
KYLE
Stop it! Okay! Stop! I’m sorry!
She shakes her head, then spots a liquor cabinet along the
wall and her entire demeanor shifts, focus setting in.
KYLE (CONT’D)
We need to take a minute to think.
To weigh our options --
She stands and hurries toward the liquor, grabbing a bottle.
KYLE (CONT’D)
No, no, no, no, no!
He rushes over and yanks it out of her hand.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What are you doing?
NIKKI
I’m weighing my options. Now, give
it back --
KYLE
No! No drinks! Remember?
She shoves him.
NIKKI
Bullshit. No drugs. Remember?
KYLE
I don’t have a baby in me!
NIKKI
You killed a guy, Kyle! There’s a
fuckin’ dead guy on the floor over
there, and that is because of you!
Now, gimme the damn drink!
Nikki grabs another liquor bottle, but Kyle snatches it away.
KYLE
No drinks! We gotta use our heads
now. We need to make a plan.
Kyle starts pacing with the bottles in hand.
KYLE (CONT’D)
That other guy, Marcus, he can’t go
to the police either. He tried to
rob us, which means he’s just as
fucked as we are.
(MORE)
KYLE (CONT’D)
So, now we just need to think, and
figure out a way to get rid of that
body --
NIKKI
Jasper’s gonna freak out when he
gets home. I’ve seen him do some
really messed up shit over way less
than this --
KYLE
Stop it! Don’t worry about Jasper
right now. We need to decide what
we are gonna do. You and I. Okay?
She finally looks to him and smiles sad. He sees it.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Oh no. Don’t you do it...
She lifts her finger to show A TEAR DROP TATTOO and “cry,”
but he forces her hand down, fighting like little kids.
KYLE (CONT’D)
No crying! I’ll take care of this!
I promise! But no crying! I can’t
handle that shit right now --
NIKKI
I didn’t want this! How did this
happen?! I just wanted to be us --
Suddenly, she stops, causing him to pause, wondering what’s

up. Then, she darts out of the room, moving downstairs.
30 INT. MASTER BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER 30
Tossed by the paramedics, only the ANTIQUE GUN COLLECTION

hung on the walls remains in its proper location. Kyle enters
to find Nikki frantically sorting through the aftermath.
NIKKI
No, no, no. Fuck. No, no, no, no...
KYLE
What’s wrong? What are you looking
for?
NIKKI
My rings! My fuckin’ rings! They
took my fuckin’ rings!
She throws shit off the dresser. He watches in terror as if

she were some wild animal about to kill everything in sight.
KYLE
Baby, we’ll get you new rings --
NIKKI
My wedding rings, Kyle! My fuckin’
wedding and engagement rings! I
always take them off when I’m with
you, but you probably never even
noticed, because why would you? You
were probably too high to notice.
KYLE
Or maybe I never noticed because
you took them off every the time!
NIKKI
I gotta give them back. He’ll kill
me if I don’t. They were like his
grandma’s or something.
KYLE
Like his grandma’s, or his
grandma’s? There’s a big
difference. We could buy “like.”
NIKKI
They were his grandma’s!
Kyle chews on that while she keeps searching.
KYLE
You’re sure they were here?
NIKKI
Yes. I’m sure. I’m fuckin’ sure.
God dammit. He will murder us both.
KYLE
Nobody’s killing anybody.
NIKKI
You just did!
He nods, that’s true. Then, he has an idea...
KYLE
Okay. So, we leave. Right now. We
just go. That’s our best option. We
get in the car and we just go. Far
away from here. Far from Jasper --
NIKKI
It’s not that easy.
KYLE
It is that easy. I love you, you
love me. All you need is love. You
know the song --
NIKKI
The baby’s Jasper’s!
Kyle stops cold, hit the heart by that one.
KYLE
...What?
NIKKI
The baby... It’s Jasper’s.
KYLE
You know that for sure?
NIKKI
(nodding “yes”)
No... But, you... Look at you.
You’re bleeding. You’re high --
KYLE
You stabbed me, Nikki!
NIKKI
You can’t raise a kid. I love you.
I love you to death. But, you...
you’re not a dad, Kyle.
(looking around)
All this. This place. Jasper pays
for all this. Not you. Not me. If I
leave him, then what the hell do I
have, huh? What?
Kyle stares, nodding quick in anger, making a choice.
KYLE
Okay... Okay...
Then, he moves, yanking a shirt out of the drawer.
NIKKI
What are you doing? That’s Jasper’s
shirt. Where are you going?
KYLE
I’m going to get your fuckin’ rings
back, that’s what I’m doing!
31 INT. GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER 31
Kyle flips on the light and steps inside, starting to search

through shelves and boxes. Nikki steps into the doorway. He
finds a role of DUCT TAPE, tearing a piece and smacking it
across his chest wound as he continues...
NIKKI
What are you looking for?
KYLE
Just let me fuckin’ think, okay?
Just give me a minute --
NIKKI
Jasper’s flight lands at six. We
don’t have time to think --
KYLE
Yes we do! We have until six. I get
your rings back, we fix this place
up, everybody wins. Wins all
around... Even though apparently
you’ve got nothing, right? Without
Jasper what could you possibly
have? Where the fuck is that thing?
NIKKI
Baby, I didn’t mean it like that.
I’m just so confused right now.
KYLE
Believe me, I get it. There’s a lot
of confusion going around at the
moment. And, one day I will show
you that I can handle all that,
that I can be a good father. But,
right now, I gotta get your rings
back, because that will make you
happy and safe, and that is all I
can do right now. Okay?
Finally, he finds what he was really looking for, holding up

a CRIMSON GHOST MASK, the one made famous by The Misfits.
KYLE (CONT’D)
This works, right?
She shakes her head, having no idea what he’s talking about.
32 INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 32
Kyle grabs the .357 Magnum off the table, testing its weight
and tucking it into his pants like he knew what he was doing.
NIKKI
Do you want me to come with you?...
Wherever you’re going...
KYLE
No. You need to stay here. You need
to stay here and be safe.
He moves into...
32A THE FOYER. 32A
NIKKI
But, what about him?
She points toward Sebastian and Kyle shakes his head.
KYLE
I’ll clean that up. I swear. One
step at a time, though. That’s the
plan. That’s how it’s gonna work --
Suddenly, she pulls him in for a hug, calming him down with a
long, silent embrace. A moment of stillness in the chaos.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Baby, I need you to promise me
something. I need you to promise
that if I do this, that if I get
your rings back, and I get my shit
together --
NIKKI
And you get off the drugs.
KYLE
And I get off the drugs. That
you’ll be done with Jasper. That
that will be over, and from here
out it’ll just be me and you. Like
we always talk about. Like we
always wanted.
A beat. Then, she pulls away and grabs a PERMANENT MARKER off
the table nearby. She lifts his arm and starts to write as he
just watches her, finally looking to the words, “I PROMISE.”
He smiles and she moves her hand toward her face again, but
he stops it gently and gives her a kiss.
Then, he’s out the door. Nikki closes it behind, and stands
still for a beat, just letting it all sink in.
33 EXT. DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 33
Kyle moves for his car, pulling out of the drive in a hurry.
34 INT. DUKE RESIDENCE - CONTINUOUS 34
Nikki leans against the door. Now alone, her facade starts to
crumble. She has to work up the courage to finally move.
She heads mechanically down the stairs where she slides to

the floor on the landing, letting out a manic giggle that
builds and builds into a laughing and tearless-cry.
34A EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 34A
Kyle’s car flies past along a residential street.
35 INT. KYLE’S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT 35
Kyle comes to a stop, searching under the passenger seat for

ANOTHER BAG OF COKE, when something catches his eye...
Up ahead in the road, A MAN DRESSED AS A CLOWN strolls across

the deserted intersection drinking out of brown paper bag.
Kyle watches him for a confused beat, shaking off the bizarre
sight as the light finally turns green.
36 INT. MASTER BATHROOM - NIGHT 36
Nikki wanders around the room, talking to herself in the

mirror, alternating between utter despair and manic elation.
NIKKI
You can handle this. It’s only a
test. That’s it.
(MORE)
NIKKI (CONT'D)
To see if you’re ready. Ready for
what? Motherhood perhaps? Sure, why
not. You’re a strong girl. You
can’t cry, so stop thinking about
it. You want to, but you promised.
People break promises though, don’t
they? But, not you. No, not you,
Nikki. This one you will keep. You
will be strong... Now, go.
And, she’s off.
36A INT. CLOSET - MASTER BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER 36A
Prepping for battle, she hurries to get dressed. She wiggles

into JEANS. Pulls on SUNGLASSES. Zips up a HOODIE.
37 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 37
SCREECH! Kyle’s car slams to a stop along the curb.
38 INT. KYLE’S CAR - PARKED - NIGHT 38
Kyle looks to a HIGH SCHOOL across the street, nodding fast

and doubtful as WE JUMP TO...
Kyle leans against the door, smoking a cigarette, while Nikki

sits on the couch very casually, legs draped over the arm.
KYLE
This is a good idea, right?
NIKKI
Honestly, do you have any others?
KYLE
Don’t do that, okay. Please? I need
help right now... Is this a good
idea or is this not a good idea?
NIKKI
Wait. Let me make sure I’ve got
this right... You wanna pull a fire
alarm at a local high school so you
can empty the nearby fire station,
and then just stroll in there
hoping to find our friendly,
neighborhood ambulance driver’s
home address? That’s the plan?
KYLE
Shit, it sounds great when you say
it. Why can’t I articulate my
thoughts like that?
NIKKI
It’s not great. I promise.
Kyle flips her off and WE MOVE BACK TO...
40 INT. KYLE’S CAR - PARKED - NIGHT 40
Kyle throws his coke aside and exits in a hurry.
KYLE
It’s great. You’re great. Go.
41 EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - CONTINUOUS 41
Kyle moves toward a row of OUTDOOR CLASSROOMS, pulling on his

GHOST MASK as he goes. He pauses for a final moment, then...
YANKS THE FIRE ALARM...
BELLS START TO HOLLER, and he turns, stumbling his way back

toward the car, frantically adjusting the mask on the run.
42 INT. LIVING ROOM - DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 42
Now “safe” in her sunglasses and hoodie, Nikki enters, trying

not to look at Sebastian’s body or any of the blood nearby.
She scrolls through the collection of vinyl records, landing

on a worn favorite. She pulls it out of the sleeve, carefully
placing it on the player. This is a process. A love affair.
The needle lands and HER FAVORITE ALBUM STARTS TO PLAY.
She closes her eyes and lets the sound wash over her, losing
herself in the moment, hiding fear and worry. Her crutch.
MONTAGE - NIKKI CLEANS WHILE DANCING TO HER FAVORITE SONG
42A KITCHEN. 42A
Nikki pulls on RUBBER GLOVES, fills a mop bucket.

08/08/14 - LOCKED WHITE 41-43.
42B FAMILY ROOM. 42B
She scrubs blood splatter off the walls and floor.
42C KITCHEN. 42C
She mops blood off the tile, still dancing along.
42D LIVING ROOM. 42D
She cleans up glass from the broken gold record.
42E HALLWAY. 42E
She wheels a DOLLY in from the garage, pausing at the edge of

the FOYER. She takes a long time before entering, fighting
off a wave of sadness and fear, dancing it away, and finally
stepping inside as if about to face her childhood nightmare.
Kyle drives with his mask on still. Eyes showing panic as

FIRE ENGINES ROAR past, headed in the opposite direction.
KYLE
HAAAAA! It fuckin’ worked, baby! I
told you it’d fuckin’ work!
He laughs like a madman, pounding the wheel and roof.
44 INT. FOYER - DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 44
Nikki wheels in the dolly and lowers beside Sebastian’s body,

keeping her eyes glued to the ceiling, trying not to faint as
she moves her hands under his back, when suddenly...
SEBASTIAN TAKES A HORRIFIC, GURGLED BREATH...
She freezes in terror, afraid to look down, as...
SEBASTIAN BREATHES AGAIN...
She scrambles wildly toward the wall.
NIKKI
Ohmygod, Ohmygod, what the fuck...
She stares away, repeating nonsensical curses, until finally,

she fumbles her PHONE out of her pocket and dials Kyle... *
08/08/14 - LOCKED WHITE 41-43A.
45 INT. KYLE’S CAR - PARKED - NIGHT 45 *
Kyle’s FLIP-PHONE VIBRATES on the passenger seat, as we see *

him walking away from the car through the windshield. *
46 EXT FIRE STATION - NIGHT 46 *
Kyle moves up the front walk, STILL WEARING THE MASK, almost *
stopping, pacing, talking to himself. *
KYLE *
Don’t fuckin’ do this, Kyle. This *
is dumb. Don’t do this. What else *
you gonna do? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... *
46A INT. OFFICE - FIRE STATION - NIGHT 46A *
FIREMAN 1 (DK) and FIREMAN 2 (PH) sit together playing CARDS. *

Their hands move frantically, shifting the deck in a blur. *
PH *
Fuck... Spit! *
The game continues, hands moving again. *
DK *
No, no, no, no, no -- *
PH *
Game over! *
SMACK! PH slams down his hand, winning the game. *
DK *
That’s it. I’m done. I quit. *
PH *
What? Why? *
DK *
That’s five in a row. How the hell *
do you win five games in a row? *
PH *
By cheating. *
DK *
(beat; trying to read him) *
Seriously? *
PH *
Does it make you feel better to *
think that I might be? *
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DK *
Better about what? *
PH *
Your poor card playing skills. *
DK *
But, you were cheating. *
PH *
You don’t know that for sure. *
DK *
You just said it. *
PH *
Does that make it truth? *
DK *
Fuck you. *
PH *
What you need to ask yourself is, *
“what’s worse?” The act of *
cheating, or the lie that convinces *
you I’m cheating in order to make *
you feel better about your talents? *
DK *
What are you doing? *
PH *
It’s a simple philosophical *
question. *
DK *
Your simple philosophical questions *
are the reason we’re not on this *
run right now with everyone else. *
Nobody enjoys that shit. *
PH *
Really? I thought we had to stay *
here because you weren’t allowed *
within a thousand yards of a *
school. *
DK flips him off... *
DK *
I’m gonna go have a cigarette. *
...and heads out the door. *

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47 INT. FIRE STATION - MOMENTS LATER 47 *
DK steps onto the main floor, stopping dead in his tracks at *

the sight of Kyle in his mask. *
KYLE *
Fuck, fuck. You dumb shit -- *
DK *
Christ, man. You scared me... Is *
there something help you with? *
KYLE *
What? Oh. Yeah. Yeah. I could use *
some help. That’d be nice. *
DK *
What’s with the mask? *
KYLE *
Uh... Are you, are you the only guy *
here? Is it just you? Did everybody *
else like clear out on that alarm? *
PH peeks out of the office. *
PH *
Is everything alright out here? *
KYLE *
Of course. Everything’s fine. *
Everything is super swell. *
Kyle looks around, shaking his head, losing his mind. *
KYLE (CONT’D) *
I just gotta fuckin’ do this. I *
gotta get it over with -- *
PH *
Sir... If you take off the mask *
we’d be happy to try to help with *
whatever it is you need. *
KYLE *
Yeah. Sure. That would be nice. *
That would be real nice. But, you *
know what else might work better? *
Kyle pulls the GUN off his belt, almost apologetic about it: *
KYLE (CONT’D) *
Maybe just put your hands up? *
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48 INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER 48 *
Nikki looks around, testing different objects to use as a *

weapon. A GLASS BOWL, A BLENDER, a BOTTLE OF LIQUOR... *
She pauses, fighting with everything in her to not take a *

drink. Finally, she puts the cap back on and throws it away, *
when the TRASH BIN catches her eye. *
49 INT. FIRE STATION - NIGHT 49 *
Kyle wheels an OLDER MODEL TELEVISION SET into the main room *
and adjusts the volume. He nods happy, figures that’ll work. *
ON TV: A western. The public domain Howard Hughes film, “THE *

OUTLAW.” The tense scene where Jane Russell first appears. *
Kyle turns to reveal the Fireman are now tied back-to-back *

around the fire pole with duct tape over their mouths. *
KYLE *
Alright boys, since I don’t know *
how long it’s gonna take your *
companions to head back this way, I *
figured I’d at least leave you with *
a little entertainment to tide you *
over. Now, it appears this might be *
your lucky day, because I just so *
happened to turn on the television, *
and find this old Howard Hughes *
film, a gem, titled “The Outlaw,” *
starring Jane Russell, in what may *
have been her very first feature *
film role ever. *
PH nods his head in agreement. *
KYLE (CONT’D) *
This is her first? You’re sure? *
The man nods again. He’s positive. *
KYLE (CONT’D) *
We’ll then, you really are in luck. *
Enjoy it while it lasts, fellas. *
50 INT. OFFICE - FIRE STATION - MOMENTS LATER 50 *
Kyle hurries inside the small office, starts rifling drawers *

and filing cabinets, digging through files until he finds... *
EMPLOYEE RECORDS. He flips through, spotting... *

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MARCUS’ PHOTO. He yanks the file, reading “Marcus Steadman.” *
KYLE *
Bangarang. *
He slaps it on the desk and grabs a pen, fighting his mask to *

quickly jot down Marcus’ home address, then he heads out. *
51 INT. FIRE STATION - CONTINUOUS 51 *
Kyle pauses to look at the firemen for an odd beat. *
KYLE *
You guys still doing alright? *
They nod and Kyle turns to watch TV with them for a moment. *
KYLE (CONT’D) *
Okay... So, despite this, what’s *
going on here between us. You need *
to know that you guys are the real *
heroes. And, I guess, what I’m *
saying is thank you. For all that *
you do. Really. Thank you. *
Kyle pats them on the shoulders, satisfied with their chat, *

then hurries out the door as the fireman watch in confusion. *
52 INT. KYLE’S CAR - PARKED - MOMENTS LATER 52 *
Kyle takes a seat, YANKING OFF HIS MASK to catch his breath, *
kicking his head back, fighting off a wave of heavy doubt. *
*
53 INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 53
Nikki cautiously approaches Sebastian again and kneels behind

his head, looking away as his chest slowly rises and falls.
NIKKI
Mister, I swear this is not
something I’d ever wish upon you
under normal circumstances.
Honestly, I know it is fucked up,
and for that, I am really, truly
sorry...
Quickly, she yanks a PLASTIC BAG over his head, tightening it

to force the air out. She scoots away, waiting for the worst.
The bag expands and contracts, body twitches, and finally, it

all stops moving completely as Nikki stifles a cry.
Kyle cruises a neighborhood in The Valley, checking addresses

against Marcus’ file, when he finds his match. He parks.
Then, he remembers why he came here in the first place and

starts beating the wheel in frustration. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
KYLE
She’s worth it. You know she is.
Stop whining. Get in there. Get her
rings back. That’s it. Easy as pie.
He closes his eyes in a moment of panic and WE MOVE TO...
Kyle rubs his head while CROWD NOISE BLARES. Nikki peeks out
the door, nonchalantly taking in the sights we’ll never see.
KYLE
I can’t. I shouldn’t do this. It’s
fuckin’ dumb. All I ever wanted was
to be out there, performing, making
music. What went wrong? How did I
end up doing this shit?
She shuts the door, casually strolling back toward him.
NIKKI
I can’t answer that. But, I can
recommend you just turn around and
leave. Don’t go in this guys house.
That would be the smart move.
KYLE
But, what about your rings?
She shrugs as if she knew this is what he’d say, playing him.
NIKKI
I’ll come up with something. Jasper
will understand eventually.
KYLE
No. I’m not making you explain
anything. I’m gonna get them back,
you’re gonna give ‘em back, and
that’s that, done with him forever.
She takes a seat across from him, acting very nonchalant. He

sees it and starts shaking his head, perplexed by her ease.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Fuck... You? How are you so put
together right now? What is that?
What’s up with that?
NIKKI
I don’t know. Maybe that’s just how
I am. My mother was always very put
together. She was always very calm.
KYLE
Well, you’re lucky. Mine was more
like Charlotte Haze in Lolita.
NIKKI
What’s that mean? Abusive?
KYLE
No. She was just an idiot always
trying to fuck the guy that was
trying to fuck my sister.
Nikki smiles at his worry and Kyle starts a nervous laugh.
56 EXT. STEADMAN HOME - NIGHT 56
Kyle opens his eyes, still laughing and shaking his head.
Then, he cracks, railing a line to get himself going again.
KYLE
Look, you’re already moving!
All geared up, he quickly tucks the gun in his belt, puts on
sunglasses, and grabs his phone, noticing “6 MISSED CALLS.”
KYLE (CONT’D)
Shit!
57 INT. MASTER BATHROOM - NIGHT 57
Nikki scrubs blood off her hands, watching it swirl down the
drain in a trance, when her PHONE RINGS. She answers it.
NIKKI
Baby?!
JASPER (V.O.)
Baby? Hell, it’s been a long time
since I heard you call me that.
NIKKI
Jasper?! What happened to your gig?
I thought you were on tonight?
JASPER (V.O.)
Ah, they canceled again. Some shit
about us not being able to perform.
Not in the right mindset.
Nikki closes her eyes, fearing where this is headed.
JASPER (V.O.)
But, with the bad comes the good,
sugar plum... It’s starting to look
like daddy’s gonna be home early.
In fact, we’re at the airport now.
NIKKI
You’re at LAX?!
JASPER (V.O.)
Hell no. I wouldn’t call from down
the fuckin’ street. Still in San
Fran. A few hours out, you know.
NIKKI
Okay. That’s great. I’m happy. I
can’t wait to see you --
Her phone BEEPS. She glances at it, “KYLE CALLING.” Shit.
JASPER (V.O.)
Do me a favor, would ya. Go grab us
some burgers for when I get home.
From that one place, with the
little blue flags, you know --
NIKKI
Berk Berserk’s?
She looks at her phone, itching to answer Kyle’s call.

JASPER (V.O.)
That’s it! Berk Berserk’s! Get some
of those. I’m fuckin’ starving.
NIKKI
Sure... Yeah. I can do that --
JASPER (V.O.)
Good girl. I’ll see you soon.
CLICK. He hangs up and she switches line, missing Kyle. Fuck.

Her phone displays “1 NEW VOICEMAIL.” She dials.
KYLE (V.O.)
Hey. I missed you, but my plan
worked. I found the place. You
believe that? I’m fuckin’ here...
Nikki pounds the wall, SCREAMING at the world.
Kyle crosses the lawn, making his way to the porch.
KYLE
Stay cool. Play it cool. Even
though this is fuckin’ stupid.
(RINGS the doorbell)
No. It’s not stupid. It’s not
stupid, because I guarantee that
mister Marcus is not expecting you.
Surprise is a weapon, Kyle. Art of
War shit. Remember that.
Just then, his PHONE VIBRATES; “NIKKI CALLING.” Fuck. Really?

He considers. Then, finally just TURNS IT OFF, right as...
THUNK... The door opens and ZACH STEADMAN (17, handsome but
awkward) stands inside, looking perpetually disappointed.
ZACH
Oh. I thought you were my friend.
KYLE
Nope. Sorry. Not your friend...
Your dad home by any chance?
ZACH
No. He’s at work.
KYLE
How about your mom?
Zach gives a look, then turns, shouting into the house.

ZACH
LIZ! SOMEBODY’S AT THE DOOR!
Zach walks away, leaving the door wide open. From the porch,
Kyle glances inside, fingering the gun in his belt, when...
LIZ STEADMAN (30s, pretty, soccer-mom type) approaches. She

immediately tracks this as something out of the ordinary.
LIZ
Hello?...
KYLE
Hi there, Mrs. Steadman. How you
doing? How’s everything tonight?
I’m real sorry to bother you so
late, but I uh, I... Shit!
LIZ
Excuse me?
KYLE
My mask. I forgot my mask. I wore
a fuckin’ mask to keep my identity,
you know, secret, and, fuck, now I
guess that’s over, huh --
They lock eyes. Kyle tracks her thought, just as...
THUNK! She tries to slam the door on him, but he jams his
foot inside, SCREAMING in pain as he shoves her into...
59 INT. LIVING ROOM - STEADMAN HOME - CONTINUOUS 59
He pushes Liz inside, pulling his gun as Zach makes a move

for the LAND LINE. Kyle spins his aim on him.
KYLE
Don’t fuckin’ touch it, kid!
Zach stops cold. The SOUND OF THE TV, an action flick, plays
in the B.G. OFF SCREEN GUN SHOTS heightening the tension.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I’m only here for your dad. I need
to talk to him about something. So,
if both of you just play it cool,
everything will be a alright. Okay?
LIZ
Please! His dad’s not here! I
swear. He’s not here. Please.
KYLE
(to Zach)
Will you tell her to play it cool?
ZACH
Liz. Relax. He’s not gonna do shit.
KYLE
I will do shit. I don’t wanna do
shit, but I most certainly will.
Got it, bright boy?
ZACH
Bright boy? Who says Bright Boy?
KYLE
Who calls their mom Liz?
ZACH
She’s my step mom, dick wad.
LIZ
Zach, stop it!
KYLE
Yeah Zach, you’re gonna wanna stop
that. You’re gonna wanna stop doing
anything that isn’t telling me
where your fuckin’ dad is --
POP! POP! POP! Explosions on the TV freak Kyle out.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Christ! Sit by her. And, don’t even
think about trying any macho
bullshit like moving for that phone
or I will blow your face off.
ZACH
Got it. Face blown off.
Zach stands, moving toward Liz’s couch. He takes a seat, and

Kyle thinks for a moment, running options in his head.
KYLE
Okay, nevermind. Don’t sit. You’re
gonna show me around the house.
Gonna give me the tour. Make sure
your old man’s really not here.
ZACH
He’s not here, dude.
LIZ
What do you want him for anyway?
KYLE
Just give me the tour!
Liz and Zach lead Kyle through the small house, moving to...
60 INT. KITCHEN - STEADMAN HOME - CONTINUOUS 60
Liz demonstrates like a tour guide while Kyle glances around.
LIZ
Okay, this is the kitchen. Uh, we
haven’t remodeled in a while, so I
don’t really love the counters or
the fridge, but it is what it is.
KYLE
No. I get it. It’s alright.
Kyle scans the room cautiously, checking inside every nook

and cranny, opening the pantry, gun leading his eyes...
KYLE (CONT’D)
I mean, there are a few things that
could use some work. A little paint
goes a long way, yeah? That’s a
start. That’s where I’d start.
Then, he watches in disbelief as Zach enters and casually

pulls some bread out of the cupboard, speaking sarcastic...
ZACH
Wow. No old man hiding in the
kitchen. Weird. I know.
Zach puts his bread in the toaster.
KYLE
What are you doing?
ZACH
Making toast. You want some?
KYLE
No. Not really. But, thank you...
You gonna stay right here?
ZACH
Until my toast is done, sure.
Kyle nods “okay,” that works, and nudges Liz along to.
61 INT. HALLWAY - STEADMAN HOME - CONTINUOUS 61
Liz flips on the BATHROOM light. Kyle enters, searching.
LIZ
This is the guest bathroom.
ZACH (O.S.)
My bathroom!
LIZ
We only have two.
Kyle pulls back the shower curtain, finds nothing.
KYLE
Okay. Good. That’s good. That
works. Let’s keep moving.
They come to a CLOSED BEDROOM DOOR, but Liz stops.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What? Go on. Open it.
LIZ
I can’t. It’s his bedroom.
KYLE
I don’t care if it’s the Arc of the
fuckin’ Covenant. Open the door.
LIZ
I’m sorry, but we have had too many
issues with this in the past. Zach
will open it for you if he wants
to, but I’m not doing it... Zach?!
Zach trudges into the hallway and reluctantly opens the door.
62 INT. ZACH’S BEDROOM - STEADMAN HOME - CONTINUOUS 62
Kyle enters, admiring FILM AND MUSIC POSTERS on the walls.
KYLE
Wow... This place is pretty rad.
Are you into film and shit?
ZACH
If by “and shit” you mean, music.
Then, yes, I’m into film and shit.
LIZ
I really wish you two would stop
cursing so much.
KYLE
That’s cool, man. I love both. I’m
a huge film and music guy.
ZACH
I bet I got you beat.
KYLE
Alright, hot shot. Let’s play a
little quiz game. Directors.
Actors. Musicians slash bands...
ZACH
Fire at will.
KYLE
Name the director of the 1963
Grant, Hepburn film, “Charade?”
ZACH
Strange choice to begin a trivia
showdown, but Stanley Donen.
KYLE
Who was the female lead in Sam
Peckinpah’s 1961 Western, “The
Deadly Companions?”
ZACH
Maureen O’Hara. And, did you know
that was his directorial debut?
KYLE
I did. Now, music. What’s your
favorite band or musician?
ZACH
Iggy and The Stooges.
KYLE
Top Iggy jam?
ZACH
I know it’s non committal, but I
gotta say anything from ‘72 to ‘74.
KYLE
Shit. That’s... Wow. You’re son’s
got great fuckin’ taste, lady.
ZACH
Step son.
KYLE
Whatever. Well played.
Zach and Kyle hold eyes, a mutual respect forming.
ZACH
Next room?
KYLE
Next room.
63 INT. MASTER BEDROOM - STEADMAN HOME - MOMENTS LATER 63
Liz leads Kyle and Zach inside.
LIZ
This is the master. The bathroom’s
in that corner... Back there.
KYLE
Marcus’s trying to fix that up for
you, isn’t he? Been working on it
awhile?
LIZ
How do you know that?
KYLE
To use your son’s term, your dick
wad husband told me about it while
in the process of robbing me.
ZACH
He can be a dick wad, can’t he?
LIZ
Honey, stop sympathizing with the
man. He’s trying to rob us.
KYLE
What?! I’m not robbing anybody. I
just told you, your husband’s the
one doing all the fuckin’ robbing.
Not me, I’m not doing anything.
LIZ
What’d he steal?
KYLE
It doesn’t matter! That’s why I
gotta talk to him. Now, get back in
that first room! Go, go, go!
ZACH
Are you on drugs?
KYLE
What?! No. I’m not on drugs.
ZACH
You seem pretty wired.
KYLE
Stop antagonizing me, kid! Just get
back in the living room!
64 INT. LIVING ROOM - STEADMAN HOME - MOMENTS LATER 64
Liz and Zach take a seat on the sofa, while Kyle falls into a
La-Z-Boy across the room. His eyes drift to the TV, watching
in odd bliss for a long beat, though WE NEVER SEE THE SCREEN.
KYLE
This is a good film. I’m mean, it’s
not his best work, but that
courtroom scene. Guys looking like
chess pieces. I always loved that.
ZACH
That sequence is great, but those
dolly shots in the trenches. Now,
that’s what really stands out about
this film. That shit is the best.
LIZ
I’m getting pretty sick of the
language. From both of you.
They both ignore her, staring at the screen for a content

beat, until...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! There’s pounding on the door.
Kyle sits up in shock.

KYLE
Shit! Is that him?! Is that your
fuckin’ husband? Is that Marcus?
LIZ
Why would Marcus knock?
ZACH
I told you already, man.
KYLE
Told me? What’d you tell me?
ZACH
I told you I thought you were my
friend. He was supposed to be
coming over when you showed up.
KYLE
A friend? You couldn’t have told
him not to come over right now?
ZACH
When would I do that? You wanted a
tour. Plus, you said no macho shit
like touching the phone --
POP! POP! POP! Gunshots on the TV cause Kyle to flinch.
KYLE
Okay. Alright. We can handle this.
What’s his name?
ZACH
Eat Dog.
KYLE
Fuck you. I thought we were done
with the attitude shit. We talked
movies, music. Iggy, man? You were
sympathizing. Now, what’s his name?
ZACH
No. Relax, dude. We call him Eat
Dog. I swear. That’s his name.
LIZ
He’s not lying. They do. I don’t
know why, but they do.
KYLE
Fuckin’ Eat Dog?
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Kyle flinches again.

KYLE (CONT’D)
Alright, alright. Don’t move.
Kyle moves to the door, preparing himself, and then swings it

open, aiming his gun at... NIKKI.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Nikki?!
NIKKI
Jesus, Kyle. What are you doing?
KYLE
I thought you were Eat Dog!
NIKKI
What?!
Kyle yanks her inside and shuts the door.
LIZ
You two know each other?
KYLE
(to Nikki)
How did you even get here?
NIKKI
You left a voicemail with the
address, you dumbass. I called you
back like forty fuckin’ times!
KYLE
I did?
NIKKI
Fuck. You’re high again aren’t you?
ZACH
I knew it!
Off Kyle’s reaction, WE WHIP TO...
Kyle sits on the couch, turning his head slowly toward Nikki.
She just sits, filing her nails nearby, clearly pissed off.
KYLE
...Sweetheart?
She gives nothing. CROWD NOISE fills the silence.

KYLE (CONT’D)
Honey, don’t do this to me right
now. Please, please, please...
He crawls toward her, pleading on his hands and knees.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I fucked up. I know it. I know I
did, but I just, I can’t handle
this. All these decisions. All
these choices. How can I possibly
get them all right? Nobody can.
She still gives him nothing but the silent treatment and he
flips out, SHOUTING like a little kid, rolling onto his back.
66 INT. LIVING ROOM - STEADMAN HOME - NIGHT 66
Nikki’s furious. She plops down into the recliner Kyle was
just in and he rushes over to plead his case.
KYLE
I didn’t know you were gonna come.
I thought I’d take quick bump,
maybe handle the situation better --
NIKKI
You know what? I don’t even give a
shit anymore. I’m done. Jasper’s on
his way home now anyway.
ZACH
Who’s Jasper?
KYLE
Don’t worry about it --
P-POP! More gunshots on TV and everyone but Nikki flinches.
NIKKI
Are you Marcus’ kid?
ZACH
Marcus’ kid, yes. Hers, no.
LIZ
He’s mine by marriage. Lucky me.
Nikki turns to Liz.
NIKKI
You’re Lizzy then?
LIZ
(realizing)
So, he really did rob you guys?
NIKKI
Lady, your asshole husband tried to
steal ten grand from us guys.
LIZ
I can’t believe he would do that.
KYLE
Well start believing it, because he
fuckin’ did it. Along with her
wedding rings --
NIKKI
He was doing it for you, though.
Kinda cute actually, when you think
about it. Can I see the bathroom?
LIZ
Sure. I’ll show you --
KYLE
No! Nobody is going anywhere! We’re
gonna sit right here and watch this
wonderful film until Marcus walks
in that wonderful door! Okay?!
NIKKI
We don’t have that kind of time.
Jasper’s gonna be home in an hour
and a half.
KYLE
An hour and a half?!
NIKKI
He’s in San Francisco. He might be
on the plane already.
KYLE
Jesus Christ.
Nikki just shrugs, as Kyle tries to formulate a plan.
KYLE (CONT’D)
(to Zach)
Alright. You. Call Eat Dog. Tell
him to stay home so I don’t have to
blow his face off too.
LIZ
Why would you blow our faces off?
NIKKI
He won’t. He’ll probably just get
high and forget he even has a gun.
KYLE
(to Zach)
Call him! Now! Speakerphone.
Zach dials, setting the phone down as it calls. Kyle glares

at Nikki, hurt, and not appreciating her lack of support.
KYLE (CONT’D)
Who’s team are you on?
NIKKI
We don’t have a team. You broke
your promise. Twice. Tonight.
Just then, EAT DOG answers the phone.
EAT DOG (V.O.)

Yo, dude. I’m on my way.
ZACH
Sorry, man. I can’t do it tonight.
EAT DOG (V.O.)

What are you talking about?
ZACH
I don’t feel great.
EAT DOG (V.O.)

You sound fine.
ZACH
Dude, I got food poisoning. I puked
on the couch and everything.
EAT DOG (V.O.)

Oh man, Dizzy Lizzy must be pissed,
huh. That is, if she took your
dad’s dick out of her mouth long
enough to know you exist --
ZACH
Tomorrow, okay, bye!
Zach hangs up abruptly and everyone sits in icy silence.
LIZ
(to Nikki)
You see what I put up with?
ZACH
I didn’t say it!
LIZ
Go to your room!
ZACH
Screw you!
BLAM! Everyone really jumps as Kyle fires into the ceiling.
KYLE
Enough! Nobody is going anywhere!
(to Liz)
You. Your turn now. Pick up that
phone and dial your dick wad
husband. Tell him to hurry back
here and bring her fuckin’ rings.
LIZ
I’m not gonna call my husband back
here just so you can hurt him.
KYLE
I don’t want to hurt him --
NIKKI
We already did hurt him. I blew his
fingers off.
Everyone looks at her in complete shock.
NIKKI (CONT’D)
Shot ‘em off in the dining room.
I’ve been trying not to think about
it, but I don’t know where the hell
they went. Just couldn’t find ‘em.
KYLE
You really blew his fingers off?
Nikki nods slow.
ZACH
This is so fucked up.
LIZ
Zach! Language!
KYLE
Lady, just make the call or I will
shoot your fuckin’ son in the leg!
ZACH
Step son.
He swings his aim on Zach, MUMBLING obscenities, and CLICK,

setting the hammer back, hand shaking like crazy.
KYLE
One more word... One more word out
of your mouth that doesn’t have
something to do with a kick ass
film or Iggy and The Stooges and I
will seriously consider ending your
sixteen years of life with the pull
of my fucked up...
(to Nikki)
Yes, very fucked up...
(back to Zach)
Very fucked up finger. Understand?
Liz starts dialing Marcus’ number frantically.
LIZ
Please don’t. I’m making the call.
Look. Please. I’m calling. Look.
POP! POP! Gunshots on TV and Kyle flinches again.
NIKKI
Kyle, stop it. We’re not shooting
some kid. Marcus’ll come back.
KYLE
I like kids. I promise. I really
do. But, not this kid. Not this
fuckin’ kid. I can shoot this kid.
ZACH
Seventeen.
Kyle pauses, looking at Zach for a long beat.
KYLE
What’d you say?
ZACH
I’m seventeen. You guessed sixteen.
KYLE
Oh, fuck you, man! GAME OVER!
KYLE SCREAMS AND PULLS THE TRIGGER...
CLICK.
Nothing happens, except a bunch of other shit...
LIZ GRABS A LETTER OPENER from the side table and tackles
Kyle... He flings her off, knocking the opener away...
They both scramble for it, but Zach grabs it first, and comes
up swinging at Kyle... He dodges, sending Zach toward...
THWACK! ZACH DRIVES THE OPENER INTO LIZ’S SHOULDER. Liz YELLS
and both fall to the floor. Zach panics, skittering away.
ZACH
Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!
LIZ
Take it out! Get it out!
ZACH
I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!
Kyle checks himself for damage, amazed he’s okay, as Nikki

nearly VOMITS into a nearby plant, and suddenly...
THUNK. The front door opens and Marcus steps inside with his
HAND WRAPPED IN GAUZE, stunned by the chaos in the room.
LIZ
Marcus?!
Kyle turns the pistol on Marcus.
KYLE
Get in! Come on! Sit down! Sit!
MARCUS
What? How did you get here?
KYLE
Sit down!
ZACH
Relax, Dad. He doesn’t have any
bullets. He ran out a minute ago.
Kyle turns to Zach with a look of confusion.
ZACH (CONT’D)
You pointed it right at my face. I
could see all the chambers, dick
wad.
Kyle turns the gun on himself to look as Marcus marches over,

snatching it out of his hand and giving him a look.
MARCUS
You pointed a gun at my son’s face?
KYLE
Yeah, well, no. It was fuckin’
empty, alright. He’s fine.
LIZ
Can we take care of this? Please?
Huh? Can we just please do that?
Marcus shoves past Kyle to get to Liz on the floor.
MARCUS
Jesus, baby. What happened?
LIZ
Zach stabbed me!
NIKKI
He didn’t mean to, but... Oh my God
that’s gross. I’m sorry, I just. I
need to get out a minute...
Nikki stands and heads out of the room.
ZACH
I was trying to get him. He moved
and I missed. I’m sorry --
MARCUS
Go get me some gauze out of the
bathroom. Hurry up.
ZACH
Sure. I’m fine, Dad. No problem.
Zach exits and Kyle just collapses into the recliner again.
MARCUS
How the hell did you find my house?
KYLE
The fire station.
MARCUS
They just gave you my address?
KYLE
No. I had a mask. Shit. I forgot
it. I fucked up. I am so fucked.
LIZ
Fuck you both. Alright. I’m the one
with a letter opener stuck in my
shoulder! Now, get it out, Marcus!
MARCUS
I’m sorry, honey. I’ll get it out
right now. It’ll only be a sec.
Zach comes back with AN EMERGENCY KIT. He hands it to Marcus

and turns to Kyle, who just stares at the TV, giving up.
ZACH
Your wife’s in the kitchen.
KYLE
She’s not my wife.
ZACH
So, they’re not your rings?
KYLE
What rings are we talking about?
ZACH
The rings my dad stole.
MARCUS
I didn’t steal any rings.
KYLE
What do you mean you didn’t steal
any rings?
MARCUS
I mean, I didn’t touch anybody’s
rings. What else would I mean?
Kyle looks to Marcus, eyes going wide in disbelief.
67 INT. KITCHEN - STEADMAN HOME - MOMENTS LATER 67
Kyle and Nikki now sit across from Marcus at the table.
MARCUS
Look, you two. This is getting out
of hand. It’s time we made a deal.
I don’t want your money anymore --
NIKKI
It’s not his money anyway.
ZACH (O.S.)
Is it Jasper’s money?
Zach enters, grabbing a drink out of the fridge.
NIKKI
Yes, it’s Jasper’s money. Jasper,
my husband, who is going to murder
me when he gets home, because he is
a sociopath with a drinking
problem.
KYLE
Baby, he’s not gonna touch you. I
can promise that much.
He leans over to kiss her cheek, but she shrugs it off.
ZACH
Is this the Jasper I think it is?
MARCUS
Why aren’t you in bed?
ZACH
I stabbed your wife because you
robbed a couple drug addicts. I
won’t be able to sleep for years.
NIKKI
Please. Can we please not talk
about stabbing anybody anymore?
KYLE
And, we’re not drug addicts.
(noticing)
You’re toast is done.
Zach nods, then grabs his toast.
ZACH
Oh yeah, Liz told me to tell you
that she’s going to bed. And, she
wanted me to emphasize the fact
that she’s not very happy.
MARCUS
Yeah. I could’ve guessed as much.
Thank you, Zach. Go to bed!
(to Kyle and Nikki)
Okay, guys. Here’s the deal. Since
we’re all stuck in this together
now, I’ll help you clean up your
place before what’s-his-face gets
home, if you can just give me back
my fingers. How does that sound?
NIKKI
Deal. You give me back my rings and
we’ll head over to find them.
KYLE
Good thinking, baby, but he doesn’t
have your rings.
NIKKI
What? Of course he has my rings.
MARCUS
I didn’t take your rings. I swear.
It must have been Sebastian.
(realizing)
And, you can’t find my fingers?
Nikki stares at Marcus with a dazed look on her face.

MARCUS (CONT’D)
What? What’s wrong?
A beat.
NIKKI
...He’s in the car.
KYLE
Who’s in the car?
NIKKI
Sebastian.
MARCUS
Sebastian’s dead.
ZACH
Holy shit. Somebody’s dead?
MARCUS
(to Zach)
He was a new guy. A little off.
Don’t worry about it --
NIKKI
Yes! So, Dead Sebastian is in the
car! I couldn’t just leave him
there, alright! He’s in the car!
68 EXT. STEADMAN HOME - MOMENTS LATER 68
Nikki leads Kyle and Marcus outside, moving down the sidewalk
to find her car, trying their best to be quiet.
MARCUS
I can not believe you brought a
dead body to my house in your
trunk.
NIKKI
And, I can’t believe you tried to
rob us in the first place!
KYLE
Keep your voices down! We’re in a
neighborhood.
MARCUS
Yeah, my fuckin’ neighborhood!
NIKKI
I couldn’t leave him at the house.
If Jasper came home and I wasn’t
there and he just saw this guy...
(she gags)
And, he wasn’t even dead.
MARCUS
What?
NIKKI
He was still breathing.
KYLE
But, I shot him in the face.
NIKKI
He was fuckin’ breathing! Okay! So,
I had to tie a bag, a fuckin’
garbage bag, around his head --
KYLE
Shit. So, you killed him then?
MARCUS
It doesn’t matter who killed him!
Where is the fuckin’ car?
NIKKI
Oh, God dammit...
They all pause, following Nikki’s gaze to...
A RED PUDDLE on the ground in front of a RED-PAINTED CURB and

a FIRE HYDRANT sticking out of the adjacent grass strip.
NIKKI (CONT’D)
I wasn’t here that long...
Kyle almost smiles with the realization.
KYLE
You got fuckin’ towed?
Nikki just closes her eyes, wishing this was over...
Kyle stands in a fit of MANIC LAUGHTER, pointing at Nikki who

has her face buried in her hands, tucked against the wall.
KYLE
AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! You fucked up!
NIKKI
Shut up, Kyle!
KYLE
No, no, no. I am going to relish
this one. All these years. How long
have I known you? Four years?
(MORE)
KYLE (CONT'D)
Five years? Five years! And, for
every single one of those it was me
fuckin’ up. Me making the mistakes,
but not this time, sweetheart. No.
Not this time. Not by a long shot.
NIKKI
You fuckin’ shot him! You shouldn’t
have called fuckin’ 9-1-1 in the
first fuckin’ place, you ass!
He just smiles, realizing that she’s hurting enough.
KYLE
Baby, you are adorable when you
make a mistake. You gotta see this.
He guides her to the mirror and she looks at herself, still

not crying, just fuming. Hating him. Hating everything. He
lifts her hand to show the TEAR DROP TATTOO, and then he
bursts into a fit of laughter, leaving frame as WE JUMP TO...
Nikki opens her eyes, just as Marcus is about to lose it.
MARCUS
Please tell me I’m imagining this.
Tell me you didn’t actually park in
front of a fuckin’ fire hydrant
with a dead body in your car?
NIKKI
It wasn’t my car.
KYLE
You took Jasper’s car?
NIKKI
My Porsche is in the shop.
KYLE
God, I really do love you.
He gives her a kiss on the cheek for being cute.
MARCUS
Stop it! Just fuckin’ stop!
KYLE
Hey! Don’t yell at us, man. You
need to relax --
MARCUS
Relax?! She just got towed with my
partner’s dead body in her trunk?
KYLE
And what, you think she doesn’t
know that?! Now settle down!
Marcus grits his teeth, pacing in frustration as Nikki and

Kyle take a beat together.
NIKKI
What do we do now?
MARCUS
We get in the ambulance.
KYLE
What? What are you talking about?
Get in the fuckin’ ambulance?
MARCUS
The car was impounded, right? In
order to get it back, we need to go
to the impound lot. And, once
there, we will still need to remove
the dead body from the trunk,
something the ambulance might help
us with. Got it?
KYLE
Okay, yeah, sounds great. But, what
if they already found it?
MARCUS
I have a feeling we’d know by now.
People tend to report things like
that.
NIKKI
But, Jasper’ll be home in an hour.
MARCUS
So, then we’d better hurry.
71 EXT. FRANKIE O'S WRECK AND TOW - NIGHT 71
Marcus’s AMBULANCE pulls up to the impound lot, parking slow.
72 INT. FRONT COMPARTMENT - AMBULANCE - CONTINUOUS 72
Marcus, Nikki, and Kyle are crammed in front. Marcus pulls a

BOX OF AMMO out of his jacket and starts reloading the gun.
KYLE
What the fuck are you doing?
MARCUS
Reloading your pistol.
KYLE
Where’d you get the ammo?
MARCUS
.357’s not that rare, kid. Plus,
you never know how somebody’ll
respond to a body in your trunk.
KYLE *
Okay. That’s smart. You want some *
help? With your fingers and all -- *
MARCUS *
Oh no. Your gun handling privileges *
have been revoked for the night. *
Marcus finally finishes with the bullets. *
MARCUS (CONT’D)
Alright... Jasper Duke? That’s the
name on the registration, right?
NIKKI
Yep. Jasper Douglas Duke.
MARCUS
And you have your I.D., proving
that you are, in fact, his wife?
Nikki nods.
KYLE
His middle name’s Douglas?
MARCUS
Who fuckin’ cares! Shut up! Let’s *
go.
He helps Nikki climb out after him and looks back to Kyle.
THUMP! Marcus shuts the door and Nikki looks at Kyle through
the window. She forces a smile, mouthing “Now, I’m sorry.”
He mouths “I love you” in return, holding up his non-tattooed

finger, mocking her cry. She lets half a smile spread across
her lips and starts after Marcus toward the impound office...
73 INT. OFFICE - FRANKIE O'S WRECK AND TOW - NIGHT 73
DING-DONG! Marcus and Nikki enter to find a clerk, FRANCISCO

ORO, reading a PORNO MAG at the counter. He glances up at the
odd pair, eyes obviously drinking in every inch of Nikki.
FRANCISCO
Why hello, odd couple. How can I
help you this lovely evening?
MARCUS
Uh, we’re here to pick up my car.
It actually just got towed --
FRANCISCO
Ah, we took your ride, eh? I’d like
to take more than that off your
hands, if you know what I mean. Eh?
He smiles at Nikki, working a toothpick around his mouth.
FRANCISCO (CONT’D)
Only kidding, my friends. Don’t
worry. I have a fat wife and four
kids at home. There is no need for
a younger, prettier woman on the
side, is there? Now, give me your
name, and we’ll get your ride back.
74 INT. GARAGE - FRANKIE O'S WRECK AND TOW - CONTINUOUS 74
Another clerk, CARLA LAKEMAN, 20s, creeps toward the office,

staying hidden behind a dividing wall as she listens close.
MARCUS (O.S.)
The name’s Duke. Uh, Jasper Duke.
FRANCISCO (O.S.)
Si. Okay, my friend. Duke. Here it
is now. The green Mustang, yes?
MARCUS (O.S.)
Ah, yep. That’s the one.
75 INT. OFFICE - FRANKIE O'S WRECK AND TOW - CONTINUOUS 75
Francisco scans the file, looking up at Marcus and Nikki.
FRANCISCO
I see. A cool car for a cool guy.
Makes sense how he get such a fine
woman. Now, let me see your I.D. *
MARCUS *
Actually, I don’t have a license at *
the moment. She does the driving. *
Show the man your I.D., babe. *
Nikki gives Marcus a look, then digs out her I.D. Francisco *
examines it and the two of them carefully for a moment. *
FRANCISCO *
Okay. Follow me. We’ll inspect it *
quickly, get you on your way.
MARCUS
Inspect it? For what?
FRANCISCO
State law, my friend. All cars got
to be checked before we cut them.
Come along, follow me, this way.
Francisco starts out of the room. Marcus looks to Nikki,

wondering what the hell they do now.
Kyle fidgets, fighting some kind of urge, until finally he

cracks, pulling the BAG OF COKE out of his pocket, when...
ZACH (O.S.)
Really, man?
Kyle almost shits his pants as Zach pops his head through the
rear dividing window, now filming with a SUPER 8MM CAMERA.
KYLE
Whoa! Jesus Christ, kid.
ZACH
After all that? After how pissed
your girl got?
(MORE)
ZACH (CONT'D)
How hot your girl is? And, you’re
still gonna do that shit? No way,
man. Gimme that.
Zach snatches the bag out of Kyle’s hand.

Kyle spins to see what he’s up to.
KYLE
What are you doing? What the fuck
are you filming? Knock it off.
ZACH (O.S.)
I’m getting rid of this shit. And,
I’m filming, because this is a
pretty memorable occurrence.
Kyle cringes at the sight of Zach opening his coke bag.
KYLE
Ah, c’mon. Don’t do that. Please --
ZACH (O.S.)
This shit will mess with your
brain, man. It’s for your own good.
KYLE
You don’t know my good! How do you
know you’re not holding my good?!
ZACH (O.S.)
I’m dumping your good. Oops.
Kyle gives up, folding back into the seat, and Zach returns,
keeping the camera trained on Kyle, like an interviewer.
ZACH (CONT’D)
Now, do you mind if I ask a few
questions so as to better document
the evening from here on out?
(beat; off his silence)
So, is your girl really married to
Jasper Duke? Is that what I heard?
KYLE
You know, who are you? Why are you
here again?
ZACH
You didn’t answer the question. So,
is she? Married to him?
KYLE
Yes. She’s married to him. And,
lemme guess. You love his music?
You think he’s the best fuckin’
thing since sliced bread. He’s
great. I know, alright. I know.
ZACH
No. Not really. I kinda think he’s
a hack, but I do know his shit.
KYLE
He’s not a hack. The dude’s got
talent. I mean, not like Iggy or
nothing, but he’s got something,
you know. Definitely not a hack.
ZACH
That why you’re porkin’ his wife?
KYLE
Fuck you. No, that’s not why I’m
porking his wife. I’m porking his
wife, because I love his wife.
ZACH
Why’s she his wife if you two love
each other? I heard the dude’s a
fuckin’ wack job anyway.
KYLE
You ask a lot of questions, huh?
ZACH
These seem like obvious ones. You
ever ask her that?
Kyle shakes his head. He has not.
77 EXT. FRANKIE O'S WRECK AND TOW - CONTINUOUS 77
Marcus and Nikki follow Francisco past rows of beat up cars.
MARCUS
Excuse me, sir. Isn’t there some
way we could save time, maybe just
say you insepcted the car?
FRANCISCO
Oh no, that is not a possibility. I
fight the law, the law gonna win,
know what I mean? Do you like smut?
MARCUS
...What?
FRANCISCO
Dirty pictures? Movies? Often with
captivating story-lines, more
appropriate for the ladies. I ask
because I sell it. Wholesale.
Nikki closes her eyes, absolutely had enough of tonight.
MARCUS
No. Thank you for the offer, but we
didn’t come for dirty pictures.
FRANCISCO
You sure? I can check the car, then
just drop a box of mags in back.
You get best deal in town. Promise.
Nikki turns to Marcus, signalling, “We have to kill him.”
MARCUS
Yes. We’re sure. Thank you.
Marcus shakes his head. “No way. We can’t kill him.”
FRANCISCO
Suit yourself. Oh, here’s your car!
Francisco turns to them, and Nikki quickly stops signalling.

Just then, Francisco’s phone RINGS from inside his pocket.
Hold on. This is my wife. Probably
calling to bitch and moan.
Sometimes, I think it’s all she
likes anymore. Only be a minute.
He answers, now speaking fluent <Spanish>, with SUBTITLES.
<Hello, my love. How are you?>
(then back to English)
I’ll check. We’ll start up front.
MOMENTS LATER.
THUNK... Francisco opens the front doors and starts checking

under seats, leaning inside, digging through the glove box as
he continues on the phone, still in SUBTITLED <Spanish.>
<I swear, baby. I hired her for her
computer skills and nothing else. I
don’t even find her attractive.>
He continues to search the car, speaking in English again.
I hired a girl to help me with the
lot. Now, my wife gives me a hard
time about it. Do you believe that?
(back into the phone)
<My love, you sound insane. Just
like your mother. A crazy woman.>
Francisco stands, finished with the front of the car.
Almost finished, my friends. Only
one minute more. No problems.
Kyle leans on the door, facing the rear, smoking now, and a
bit more comfortable with Zach’s filming/questions.
ZACH
So, what’s the deal? Were you and
her in Jasper’s band or something?
KYLE
I guess you could say that.
ZACH
I can say whatever you want me to
say. What do you say?
KYLE
You know his first hit?
ZACH
“The Girl From Segovia?”
KYLE
Yeah. That’s the one.
ZACH
I know it. But, it’s his weakest
shit. He made a name for himself
with that like new age punk feel,
but then he pulls out something
like that. Sounds like jukebox doo-
woop bullshit from the 50s.
KYLE
What? First, it sounds nothing like
jukebox doo-woop bullshit from the
50s. It’s modeled after folk songs
of the 60s. And, second, I fuckin’
wrote it, alright, so back off.
ZACH
What? No way. You wrote that?
KYLE
Sold it to him for $200 and agreed
to take my name off it. Single went
gold a couple times. Bought him a
nice house, and some other shit.
ZACH
Some other shit, including the girl
you wrote it about?
Kyle nods slow and upset, including exactly that.
79 EXT. FRANKIE O'S WRECK AND TOW - CONTINUOUS 79
Francisco scans the back while Nikki silently pleads with

Marcus to do something. He hates having to make the choice.
Finally, Marcus PULLS THE GUN and takes aim. Nikki nods soft,
giving up on reasonable measures, this is the only way...
FRANCISCO
<I never asked her to pose, baby. I
don’t make the nudey pics. I just
sell them. How do you think we pay
for your shoes? The dog food? How?>
But, Marcus can’t do it, he lets the gun drop, just as...
Well, the insides look great!
THUNK. Marcus hides the gun as Francisco turns back again.
Now, we just check the trunk and,
my friends, you can be on your way.
Marcus gives Nikki a look, then slowly leads Francisco to the

back of the car as he continues on the phone with his wife.
<Sweetheart, I love you, but if you
do not stop, I will hang up. I am
with customers right now.
(MORE)
I’m hanging, hanging up. Good bye.>
(he hangs up)
No more talk. Let’s open her up,
get you and your fine lady out of
here.
Marcus forces a smile and takes a deep breath. Nikki watches,

knowing they’re fucked. He reaches for the latch, and...
THUNK. The trunk pops open... Nikki and Marcus close their
eyes, as...
Well. That’s that, my friends!
Confused, Marcus and Nikki both lean over to look inside the
trunk, seeing only TOWELS SPREAD EVENLY ACROSS THE INTERIOR.
Now, I fill out this form, and
unless you change your mind, decide
to buy my dirty pics, then you can
be on your way. Okay?
Marcus and Nikki both breathe deep in relief, when...
BOOM! A shotgun blast erupts behind them...
Everyone spins toward the sound to see the younger clerk,

Carla, holding a shotgun toward the sky, as...
BLAM! Marcus’ gun accidentally discharges from his motion...
HITTING Francisco square in the head. He falls quickly out of

frame as blood splatters and Marcus drops the gun in shock.
Nikki stands still, almost catatonic now. It’s all too much.
CARLA
Fuck! You blew Frankie’s head off?!
MARCUS
What? I didn’t do anything! You
shot first! That was your fault --
CARLA
Shut up! Get your hands up! Shit, I
mean he was creepy, but... I didn’t
think you’d blow his head off.
NIKKI
What do you want?
They both look to Nikki, surprised by her blunt question.
NIKKI (CONT’D)
I know you took our body. So, let’s
just cut the shit, and hear what
you want to keep your mouth shut.
Carla chuckles, intrigued by Nikki’s attitude.
CARLA
Our body? That’s a funny way to put
it, honey. You do this shit often?
NIKKI
No. I can’t say that I do.
CARLA
Figured as much. I never thought
somebody as privileged as Mrs.
Jasper Duke would stroll up in here
with that kind of trouble onboard.
Nikki stares cold as Carla looks her up and down.
CARLA (CONT’D)
And, to be honest, I really thought
you’d be better looking in person.
Nobody’s perfect though, huh?
NIKKI
What do you want?
CARLA
Fifty thousand dollars. Cash.
Nikki carefully eyes the pistol that Marcus dropped.
CARLA (CONT’D)
And, in return, I’ll get rid of
this smut dealing scumbag the same
way I did your last body.
NIKKI
Okay. Fifty thousand? No problem.
CARLA
No problem? God damn, you got it
tough, don’t you girl? Must be hard
to be married to some rich asshole.
(MORE)
CARLA (CONT'D)
Got you thinking you can just throw
money at all of life’s problems.
NIKKI
It’s funny you say that.
CARLA
Oh yeah? And, why’s that?
NIKKI
I wasn’t gonna pay you shit.
Carla pauses, wondering what the hell that means, just as..
KYLE (O.S.)
Jesus. What the fuck?
Carla swings her gun to see Kyle approaching from behind...
KYLE (CONT’D)
Oh shit...
Kyle moves fast, diving behind another car, as...
BOOM! Carla fires...
Nikki and Marcus use the opportunity to run away...
Nikki grabs the pistol on the move...
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Firing like a lunatic without looking...
Marcus runs the opposite direction, diving behind a car...
Then, everything falls eerily SILENT.
Kyle, Nikki, and Marcus all sit against different cars in

disbelief, checking themselves for injury, breathing heavy.
A long beat... And slowly, they all stand to see Carla dead
on the ground beside her older colleague.
Kyle and Marcus turn to Nikki with a look of disbelief.
80 INT. REAR COMPARTMENT - AMBULANCE - NIGHT 80
Marcus opens the back to find Zach smoking Kyle’s cigarettes.

MARCUS
Zach?! What the hell are you doing
here?!
ZACH
Christ. You’re covered with blood.
What happened out there?!
Zach scrambles to get his camera up and running again.
MARCUS
Stop it. Put that away.
ZACH
No way. This shit’s priceless.
MARCUS
I swear to God, if you don’t put *
that away right now, I will punch *
you in the face.
NIKKI
Enough! Both of you. We only have
twenty minutes to get back, so *
knock it off!
All the guys pause at her tone. Then, cautiously...
ZACH
Are we going to Jasper Duke’s
house?
NIKKI
Shut up. Put out that cigarette and
hand us two of those bags up there.
She points to a stack of BODY BAGS. Zach reaches for them as

Kyle just stares at Nikki, curious about her newfound grit.
NIKKI (CONT’D)
What?
KYLE
Nothing.
NIKKI
Help him with the bodies.
ZACH
The bodies?!
NIKKI
You! Bags! Now!
81 EXT. FRANKIE O'S WRECK AND TOW - NIGHT 81
Kyle looks at the bodies while Marcus unfolds the body bags.
KYLE
What do you think this chick did
with Sebastian’s body?
MARCUS
I have no idea. She said she
disposed of it... Grab her feet.
Kyle grabs her feet while Marcus lifts her head.
KYLE
What if she’s full of shit? What if
she just left it laying around?
MARCUS
If she took the time to clean the *
trunk, then she probably got rid of
the body. She’s not an idiot. *
KYLE
You assume she’s not an idiot?
Based on what? The fact that she
tried to blackmail people she knows
are murderers? Sounds brilliant.
MARCUS
You want to search the place, be my
guest, but I’m gonna get these
bodies loaded first. Okay?
KYLE
The point of getting to Sebastian,
other than avoiding jail time, was
to find Nikki’s rings. Remember?
MARCUS
Oh, I’m sorry. Nikki’s rings must *
have slipped my mind once I learned *
that her psychopathic husband was *
going to kill us all if we didn’t *
hurry home. But, by all means, take *
your time and go fuckin’ find him. *
Kyle finally gives up, moving to help him with the body.
82 INT. FRONT COMPARTMENT - AMBULANCE - NIGHT 82
Nikki sits alone, staring into the distance. Zach peeks his
head through the dividing window, filming her stress.
ZACH
You look a little down.
NIKKI
I got a lot on my mind right now.
ZACH
If you ask me, a pretty girl like
you should never be down.
NIKKI
Pretty or not, she deserves what
she gets when she constantly
surrounds herself with stupid men.
Zach studies her for a beat, letting the camera take in her
curves, then the sadness and guilt showing on her face.
ZACH
Did you shoot somebody?
NIKKI
I don’t want to talk about it.
A long pause. Zach feels for her, stops filming.
ZACH
You wanna hear a joke? It might
cheer you up a bit. It’s a good
one. I heard it on the radio the
other day. J.L. and Frank in the
morning. You ever listen to them?
NIKKI
No. I do not... But, admittedly, I
could go for a good joke right now.
ZACH
Okay. So, a kindergarten teacher is
trying to explain the definition of
the word “definitely” to her class.
In order to make sure the kids
really understand it, she asks them
to use it in a sentence.
(MORE)
ZACH (CONT'D)
The first student raises his hand
and says, “The sky is definitely
blue.” The teacher responds, “Well,
that isn’t entirely correct,
because sometimes it’s grey and
cloudy.” Another student says,
“Grass is definitely green.” The
teacher again replies, “If grass
doesn’t get enough water it turns
brown, so that isn’t entirely
correct either.” Finally, little
Timmy raises his hand and asks the
teacher, “Do farts have lumps?” The
teacher looks at him and says,
“No... And, that isn’t really an
appropriate question to ask during
class.” So Timmy replies. “Well,
then I definitely just shit my
pants.”
Nikki’s dour expression turns into a laugh she can’t control.

One of those sad, “I can’t believe this is happening” laughs.
Zach starts laughing along with her, happy to help, when...
THUNK. He turns to see Marcus and Kyle loading the back.
ZACH (CONT’D)
Whoa. Is that what I think it is?
MARCUS
Stop asking questions. You’re not
even supposed to be here.
KYLE
What he means to say is that he’ll
explain when you’re older.
MARCUS
Right... Stay out of this. *
KYLE
Sorry. I’m just practicing.
MARCUS
So, she is pregnant?
KYLE
She is.
MARCUS
Congratulations.
Zach turns back toward Nikki.

ZACH
Congrats on the kid.
NIKKI
Yeah. Thanks.
83 EXT. DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 83
The Ambulance parks out front, followed by Jasper’s car.
Zach reaches for the door, about to climb outside, when...
MARCUS
No. Don’t even think about it.
You’re not going inside --
ZACH
What? Why not?
MARCUS
I said so. I’ll explain it all
another time. Just not now.
ZACH
I’m not staying in the car, dad.
This is Jasper Duke’s house --
MARCUS
I don’t care whose house it is. If
you try to come inside, that Jane
girl is never coming over again...
(beat; off his look)
I know what you two do in your room
while your “watching” those movies.
ZACH
Dick.
MARCUS
Good talk.
Marcus smiles, hopping out of the vehicle.
85 INT. JASPER’S CAR - PARKED - CONTINUOUS 85
Kyle parks the car and Nikki reaches for the door handle.
KYLE
Nikki, wait.
She pauses.
KYLE (CONT’D)
What happens next? Once we clean up
and settle this. What happens then?
NIKKI
...I don’t know.
KYLE
It’s been a rough night, babe.
You’re stressed, you’re worried
about the baby. I get all that.
But, things’ll be different from
now on. You know they will be.
She nods soft, hurt and not believing him at all.
KYLE (CONT’D)
I’m done with the coke. What’s in
the house is the end of it. I’ll
keep that promise. I can do that
for us. But, it’d be a lot easier
if I knew you were gonna keep
yours. The promise you made me.
Remember? I deserve at least that.
He points to the writing on his arm. She nods soft.
NIKKI
I’m sorry I stabbed you.
Kyle pauses at that comment, as WE JUMP TO...
85A INT. GREEN ROOM - UNKNOWN 85A
Kyle stares into the vanity mirror for a long beat while *
Nikki sits behind. *
KYLE *
You’ll never be able to leave him, *
will you? No matter what I do. *
NIKKI *
I didn’t say that. *
Kyle takes a moment, before moving to sit down near her. They *
sit in silence for another beat. She won’t look at him. *
KYLE *
I’m not stupid, Nikki. I may seem *
it. I may do dumb shit. But, I’m *
not stupid. And, I know what it *
really means every time you say *
“I’m sorry.” *
NIKKI *
Yeah. What does it really mean? *
KYLE *
You can’t just tell me you love me, *
can you? You can’t just say that. *
(beat) *
I’d do anything for you. And, you *
can’t even say that without me *
asking. Without me prompting it. *
NIKKI *
I do love you, Kyle -- *
Kyle shakes his head. *
KYLE *
All this. Everything I’ve done, all *
this stupid shit, all the shit I *
can’t figure out, I swear to Christ *
I do it for you... All of it. *
NIKKI *
I love you. *
KYLE *
No. I don’t believe you. Not right *
now. *
She stares back. Hurt. *
NIKKI *
What do you want? *
KYLE *
I want you to keep your promise! *
Whether the fuckin’ baby is mine or *
not, I want you and me and that’s *
it. That’s all! Nothing else! *
NIKKI *
I love you. *
KYLE *
Stop it. Stop saying that -- *
08/08/14 - LOCKED WHITE 87B.
NIKKI *
I have to say it! I love you. I *
love you so much it hurts, but *
sometimes I don’t know what to do *
or how to act or when to forgive *
you, but I do know that I fuckin’ *
love you. Okay?! Is that enough?! *
He stares back, wanting to believe her, but hurting. *
NIKKI (CONT’D) *
I’m afraid to leave him, Kyle... *
(beat) *
But, I’m even more afraid to admit *
that. I’m scared. I’m weak. And, *
that fuckin’ terrifies me. *
She finally looks to him. Both heartbroken. *
NIKKI (CONT’D) *
Is that what you want to hear? Does *
that make this easier for you? *
They hold eyes for what seems like forever. *
KYLE *
I don’t wanna lose you. *
NIKKI *
Then don’t. *
85B INT. JASPER’S CAR - PARKED - NIGHT 85B *
Kyle forces a smile and climbs out of the car.
86 EXT. DUKE RESIDENCE - CONTINUOUS 86
Kyle leads Nikki and Marcus onto the porch.

KYLE
Where’s the kid?
MARCUS
I’m not letting him see the mess in
here. That would really fuck him
up.
KYLE
But, you think the bodies in your
truck are doing any better?
MARCUS
Look. I’m sure you two will make
really great parents when that
thing eventually pops out, but
until then, just do me a favor and
keep your mouths shut so we can
finish this and then happily never
see each other again. Okay?
Just then, Marcus tracks the tension between them.
MARCUS (CONT’D)
Everything alright?
NIKKI
Let’s just get this over with, huh.
CLICK. Kyle opens the door, allowing Marcus to enter first...
He steps inside when...
WHACK! The butt of a shotgun smashes him across the nose and
he falls to the ground in a heartbeat, out cold.
Kyle and Nikki GASP, freezing at the sight of...
JASPER DUKE
29 years old. Dotted with tattoos and a face that summons up

worry in a heartbeat. Presence like a bomb about to go off.
NIKKI
Jasper?!
JASPER
Sorry about that angel boobs, I was
hoping to land that one on you.
(looks to Marcus)
Who the fuck is he?
KYLE
Hey, Jasper. How was the show --
Jasper jams his shotgun against Kyle’s chin, shutting him up.
JASPER
Kyle, are you fucking my wife?
KYLE
What?
JASPER
My wife. Are you having sexual
relations with her?
KYLE
No, man. No. No way.
Jasper smiles weird, and starts to lower the gun.
JASPER
That’s good to hear. I was starting
to worry for a moment there. I
mean, considering you are wearing
my fuckin’ shirt and all. But, hey,
I must just be crazy, right?
Then, WHACK! Without warning, Jasper smashes the handle of

his gun into Kyle’s chin, knocking him out cold too.
FADE TO BLACK:
The sound of a RECORD PLAYER starting carries us to...
88 INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT 88
Kyle wakes to find himself at the dining room table and his
hands cuffed together with FUZZY PINK HANDCUFFS. Marcus sits
across from him, also handcuffed, while Nikki is adjacent.
Jasper’s SHOTGUN lies on the table before his empty seat.
Jasper strolls into the kitchen with a guitar around his

neck, smoking METH as he cruises past their line of sight.
Kyle looks to Nikki. She’s not handcuffed, but she definitely
looks freaked out. He turns to Marcus. Nobody says a word.
Jasper saunters back into the dining room, carrying a BOTTLE

OF WINE and his pipe, taking a seat across from Nikki.
The other three sit in uncomfortable silence, watching him in

his intoxicated stupor. He plays guitar with the music. It’s
an electric, so you can’t hear much, but he’s pretty into it.
Finally, he notices that Marcus and Kyle are awake, and he

smiles wide, sipping his wine, spilling some on himself.
JASPER
You boys woke up. I’m happy to see
that. I was starting to worry maybe
I did some damage hitting you as
hard as I did. Never know with the
head. How things gonna turn out.
Jasper pauses a moment, taking a drag off his pipe.

JASPER (CONT’D)
I would offer you some booze or a
microwave dinner or something of
the sort, but seeing as how I’m
pretty sure one of you is already
fucking my wife, I didn’t think I
really owed you much else.
NIKKI
Jasper, I’m not fucking either of
them. I told you. I promise.
JASPER
You know something, sugar toes.
Promises to me are no better than a
god damn fart in the wind. They’re
here one minute... gone the next.
NIKKI
Baby, you’re drunk. It’s okay --
TINK. Jasper tosses Nikki’s WEDDING RINGS onto the table and
she stares at him, terrified with the realization.
JASPER
Know where I found those?
(beat)
On the floor beside my bed. My bed
that looked and smelled a lot like
sex. Sex I know I wasn’t having.
KYLE
Jasper, c’mon. You got the wrong
idea --
WHAM! Jasper slams his hand down on the table.
JASPER
Wrong idea. Too drunk. Too wild
growing up. Everybody’s always
giving me the answers. But, nobody
sees what I’m seeing up here.
(taps his head)
Those are the only answers Jasper
Duke ever needed.
He laughs to himself, fumbling to light a cigarette now.
JASPER (CONT’D)
What is it, Nikki? What happened? I
thought we had something special.
NIKKI
Jasper, we do. You’re imaging this.
I forgot my rings. I’m sorry, but
it’s not that big a deal. I swear.
He stares at her for a long, awkward beat, smiling.
JASPER
Do you know what they call an
orgasm in France? Not officially,
of course, but what they use as a
euphemism? A figure of speech?
Nobody can answer that.
JASPER (CONT’D)
La petite mort. That’s what they
say. You know what that means?
MARCUS
...The little death.
JASPER
Jacques fuckin’ Cousteau over here!
Yes. That’s exactly what it means.
Do you know why they call it that?
Nobody knows.
JASPER (CONT’D)
I’ll tell you why. They call it
that because of the “life force”
you seem to just fuckin’ toss away
every time you get your rocks off.
That feeling of exhausted bliss we
all come to know so well. It’s
almost like dying, isn’t it? Well,
a little bit. Hence the name...
See, I was on tour in France
recently, and I got to thinking
about that. The little death. I
thought about it long and hard.
And, I realized there’s gotta be
some reason we love that so much.
Why we crave that death-like
experience of an orgasm so badly.
Jasper ashes his cigarette and sips his wine.
JASPER (CONT’D)
I was thinking about it, and pretty
soon my thinking turned to
philosophizing, and I formed what
you might call a theory.
(MORE)
JASPER (CONT’D)
You see, I believe that ever since
birth every one of us has been
looking for way to die. Now, that
may sound strange to all of you,
but just hear me out... Before we
were brought into existence, long
before we swam in our daddy’s ding-
dong or weaseled into mommy’s egg,
we were simply nothing. Then, as
children and teenagers we were
often reckless and without care or
concern. Never worried about
consequences. Now, of course, that
wildness fades as we age, but I
would argue that this is simply
because we are further removed from
nothingness. Further removed from
the peace and ease of non-
existence. We didn’t mind the
thought of dying as kids because,
somehow, we remembered how
wonderful it was to just not “be”
at all... As we grow up, as we age,
we start looking for that again in
our everyday lives. Seeking death
in a subconscious fashion. Or, in
its most simplistic terms, just
looking for somebody to fuck.
NIKKI
Jasper. What are you talking about?
He puts up his hand to stop her from talking.
JASPER
However, a problem arises the
moment fucking doesn’t do it for
you anymore. You start looking
elsewhere. Start taking chances you
wouldn’t normally take. Once again,
living life recklessly, seeking
that little taste of death. La
Petite Mort... Now, based on our
current situation, I can’t help but
feel that my fucking wasn’t enough
for Nikki here. So, I thought I
might give her a chance to
experience the beauty of near death
one more time. Just for kicks...
Jasper lifts a BOX off the ground, sets it on the table.
JASPER (CONT’D)
Have I shown you this?
Kyle, Nikki, and Marcus all shake their heads. He smiles and
CLICKS open the case to reveal an ANTIQUE REVOLVER. He dumps
its six bullets onto the table, sorting through them slowly.
JASPER (CONT’D)
I collect guns, as you could
probably tell, seeing as how my
wife’s already shown you some of
the more intimate portions of our
lovely home... Well, this here is
one of my favorites. I won it
playing dice with a local man. At a
remote village in the Peruvian
Andes. 50 miles northeast of Machu
Picchu. Beautiful country, that is.
He loads one bullet into the chamber.
JASPER (CONT’D)
Now, what we’re gonna do is we’re
gonna play a little game I like to
call “Please God, Don’t Let Me Blow
My Fuckin’ Brains Out.” And, I
promise it’ll get Nikki feeling
that near-death again.
He spins the cylinder and puts the gun to his temple.
JASPER (CONT’D)
You ready for this?
NIKKI
Jesus, Jasper. Please don’t --
KYLE
Yeah, man. You need to chill out.
There’s nothing wrong here --
CLICK. Jasper pulls the trigger and the hammer hits nothing.
He laughs and slides the gun across the table to Nikki.
JASPER
Your turn, sweet potato.
NIKKI
No. No way. I am not doing that --
Jasper slowly spins the shotgun toward her, and repeats.
JASPER
Your turn, sweet potato.
(beat)
(MORE)
JASPER (CONT'D)
Either pick up that pistol and pull
the trigger, or I blast you, Kyle,
and Jacques Cousteau into La Grande
Mort. Know what that means, Kyle?
KYLE
...The big death?
JASPER
Yessir. The big fuckin’ death.
(to Nikki)
Now, go on girl. Give it a whirl.
Nikki picks up the gun and holds it to her head.
KYLE
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Jasper spins the shotgun on Kyle.
JASPER
Kyle, if you wanna talk, you better
have something more to say than
wait, wait, wait. Shit, you better
be frothing at the mouth like some
raconteur of old, just dying to
tell us a tale of love lost and
hearts broken... You understand?
Kyle and Jasper lock eyes for a long beat.
KYLE
Jasper, she’s fuckin’ preg --
Nikki SCREAMS and pulls the trigger, masking Kyle’s words.
CLICK. Nothing...
She tosses the pistol on the table, and locks her terrified
eyes with Kyle’s. It breaks his heart, and WE WHIP TO...
Nikki curls up into Kyle’s arms, trying desperately to get as

close to him as possible.
NIKKI
Please, baby. Please. I just want
us. Just us. I want the baby. I’ll
never tell him. I can’t. We can’t
tell him. You have to promise me --
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

There’s pounding on the door and a MAN peeks inside.
MAN AT DOOR
You’re on in five, Kyle. You ready?
Kyle calmly gives a slight nod, and the man exits, quieting
the CROWD again as Kyle thinks for a long moment, realizing.
KYLE
It’s mine, isn’t it? The baby?
After a long beat, Nikki nods soft. Kyle fights tears with
everything in him, tense with anger as we JUMP BACK TO...
90 INT. DINING ROOM - DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 90
Kyle shakes in outrage, his face starting to sweat as Jasper

takes another hit off his meth pipe and grabs the pistol.
JASPER
You feel anything, fruit loop? Any
tiny little tingle in your female
parts? Got you itching for action?
KYLE
Jasper --
JASPER
ANOTHER WORD, KYLE! Another word
out of your mouth that isn’t
something special and I will murder
you... You think I’m dumb? You
don’t think I know that you’ve been
fuckin’ her?.. I’m not dumb. I’m
smart. I’m real fuckin’ smart. And,
she, well, she’s real fuckin’ easy.
Kyle burns with anger and fear, staring at Jasper, when he

spots something... Through the window at Jasper’s back...
ZACH IS FILMING THE SCENE inside with a look of astonishment.
JASPER (CONT’D)
Now, answer my question, Nik. Did
you feel something? A little death
maybe? Get you real hot downstairs?
NIKKI
Yeah, Jasper. It felt fuckin’
great.
JASPER
See, now that makes me happy!
Jasper puts the gun to his head.

JASPER (CONT’D)
That’s why we do this. We push
ourselves to the limits in order to
feel the true pleasure of living.
CLICK. Nothing... Jasper drops the gun, laughing wild.
JASPER (CONT’D)
Hot damn, that’s a fuckin’ rush,
I’ll tell ya. Got my piss running
real hot. How about you, boys?
Kyle tries to signal Zach with his eyes, pleading for help.
Zach clocks the danger, signing he’ll be back in “a minute.”
JASPER (CONT’D)
Your turn, pumpkin patch. Three
down, only two lucky strikes left.
Jasper slides the gun back to Nikki and Kyle reacts...
KYLE
Okay. Okay, Jasper. I got a story.
I got a good story. I’ll tell it.
Jasper turns toward Kyle, moderately intrigued by his tone.
JASPER
Alright, fan. Let’s hear it then.
Zach steps away from the window, taking a long drag off his
new cigarette as WE FOLLOW him back toward the ambulance.
He reaches inside and digs around under the seat, coming back
out with the .357 MAGNUM, keeping his CAMERA rolling.
Unlike Kyle, he pops out the cylinder and spins it to make

sure that there are bullets inside. He’s nervous, but ready.
92 INT. DINING ROOM - DUKE RESIDENCE - CONTINUOUS 92
Kyle takes a moment, looking anywhere other than at Nikki.
KYLE
I, um, I once knew these people.
These two people that were in love.
The girl was young and beautiful,
and everything about the guy was
kind of a mess, but they still
worked for a while, you know,
because they really were in love.
Nikki stares at Kyle, but he still won’t make eye contact.

She knows what he’s talking about and it breaks her heart.
As he talks, Jasper shoves the pistol closer to Nikki.
KYLE (CONT’D)
The guy had a problem with drugs,
and the girl, she had a problem
letting things go. And, she was
afraid. She was always afraid that
he wasn’t right for her...
WE PICK UP ZACH as he moves back to the house, checking the

front window, he signals inside that he’s going around.
94 INT. DINING ROOM - DUKE RESIDENCE - CONTINUOUS 94
Jasper glares at Nikki, nodding that she pick up the gun

while Kyle continues to tell his story, trying to buy time.
KYLE
But, what the girl never realized
is that this guy really did love
her. More than anything on earth,
and he had for a long fuckin’ time.
Jasper taps his gun, indicating that Nikki get on with their
game. She slowly lifts the revolver off the table.
KYLE (CONT’D)
And, anybody who really knew him,
knew it was true, because years
before he’d written a song about
her. A song she always loved, and
secretly always thought somebody’d
written for her, but maybe they
were just too afraid to tell.
95 INT. GARAGE - CONTINUOUS 95
WE FOLLOW ZACH back into the garage. He quietly swings open

the house door and enters...
The MUSIC GROWS LOUDER as Zach creeps slowly toward the

kitchen, down the hallway, stopping just outside the...
DINING ROOM.
Where Nikki now has the gun to her head, shaking with fear.
JASPER
You got five seconds, Nik --
KYLE
But, I’m not finished!
JASPER
...One Mississippi.
Nikki stares at him, eyes so afraid their almost empty.
KYLE
So, the guy did write that song.
And, he was too afraid to tell her,
because he was worried it would
mess up something between her and
the other guy in her life, even
though she was only with him
because it was somehow easier.
Jasper sets down his drink and lays his hand on the shotgun.
JASPER
Two Mississippi...
KYLE
But, then something happened. The
girl got pregnant, and this guy, he
decided that she was worth any
sacrifice he could ever make --
JASPER
Three Mississippi...
KYLE
She was worth anything. So, he
promised to give it all up. All the
drugs, the stupid choices,
everything, if she would just give
him the chance to prove that he
could be the father he never had --
Jasper watches Nikki without expression, dragging his smoke.

JASPER
Four Mississippi...
Nikki closes her eyes, slowly squeezing the trigger.
KYLE
And one day, he vowed that he would
write her another “Girl From
Segovia” if she would just use the
fuckin’ gun in her hand to get them
out of this fucked up situation.
Nikki opens her eyes, understanding immediately, just as...
Zach steps into Kyle’s sight in the hallway, lifting the gun
alongside his camera to draw his shaky aim on Jasper.
NIKKI
You wrote that song?
Jasper smiles wicked, oddly aware of their little moment.
This next part happens fast:
KYLE
Marcus, duck!
Jasper notices Zach, lifting his shotgun toward him...
Marcus ducks and Kyle kicks the table toward Jasper, knocking
his aim toward the sky just as...
BOOM! He blasts a whole in the ceiling.
Nikki SCREAMS, aiming on Jasper and fires... BLAM!
Jasper rockets out of the frame, blood spraying the window...
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
Nikki just keeps pulling the trigger until the gun falls out
of her hand and she scrambles over the table in a heartbeat,
straddling Kyle in his chair, smothering him with kisses.
NIKKI
It’s yours, baby! It’s yours! The
baby’s yours! It’s all yours. I
knew all along. I was just so
afraid. But, I can’t be. You know.
I can’t show that. I’m so sorry.
He just smiles.
08/08/14 - LOCKED WHITE 100.
NIKKI (CONT’D)
What? What are you smiling about?
How are you so calm right now?
KYLE
You kept your promise.
She starts to laugh, folding into his shoulder, shedding a

few TEARS of terrified, but relieved, joy.
NIKKI
You really wrote that song?
KYLE
Of course I wrote that song.
ZACH
Hey, Dad...
Zach hasn’t moved. Not afraid, just frozen with the gun and
camera still extended before him.
MARCUS
Not now, Zach... We’re gonna need
another body bag. Can you please,
maybe just get that for me?
ZACH
Sure... But, um...
His eyes are locked on the ground near his own feet.
ZACH (CONT’D)
I think I found your fingers.
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TITLES PLAY OVER...

1 INT. GREEN ROOM - UNKNOWN 1

KYLE KASSIDY moves around a shitty, backstage green room,

He seems trapped in the cluttered space. Caged in by alcohol

He’s fidgety, high-strung, overwhelmed by GROWING CROWD NOISE

He can’t decide to stand or sit. Fight or run. Laugh or cry.

THEN WE CUT TO:

MUSIC plays in the near distance. Something weird and lovely.

2 EXT. BACK DECK - DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 2

Kyle now sits alone dragging a smoke. Shirtless, he’s rail

On edge, he rubs his temples at the sound of that SIREN

3 INT. DUKE RESIDENCE - NIGHT 3

Passing a FAMILY ROOM, we spot something unusual, FEMALE LEGS

4 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 4

WE DRIFT around the room, noting more blood, and A KITCHEN

SN-SNORT! Kyle rips a line, shakes it off, and starts jogging

DING-DONG! The doorbell rings.

Kyle blinks hard, forcing his mind back to reality.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Pounding on the front door.

Finally, he moves, heading into...

5 INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS 5

He turns around, looking at the coke on the center island. He

6 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 6

He pulls a out a ZIPLOC and starts stuffing coke back into

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! More pounding on the door.

7 INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS 7

THUNK. He opens the door to find two paramedics on the porch:

Kyle quickly forces a smile.

Annoyed, Marcus looks to Sebastian, then speaks louder.

Kyle steps aside, allowing Marcus and Sebastian to enter.

Kyle points to the KITCHEN, watching them head away for a

7A INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 7A

Marcus and Sebastian pass through, confused by the scene: The

8 INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 8

VARIOUS GOLD RECORDS and MUSIC PARAPHERNALIA line the walls.

Kyle pauses, then finally KILLS THE MUSIC.

Kyle struggles with that one, heading back their way.

9 INT. FAMILY ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 9

Kyle enters beside Sebastian, peeking over Marcus’ shoulders

Sebastian tips his head to examine the wound, doubtful.

Kyle turns to him, wide-eyed.

Nikki opens an eye, straining to focus on Marcus.

Marcus chuckles at her attitude, continuing his examination.

She looks up to Kyle, finally starting to piece it together.

Kyle cringes and WE WHIP TO...

10 INT. GREEN ROOM - UNKNOWN 10

Back in the green room, Kyle sits on the couch, holding up a

WHIP PAN TO...

Nikki playing solitaire at a table across the room. She sits

She flips a card, smiling as Kyle walks into frame.

She smiles cute to herself and he loves it.

He leans over the table to kiss her, but she dodges.

11 INT. FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT 11

Kyle shakes his head frantically.

Kyle backs into the corner, knowing he fucked up.

12 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 12

Nikki stares at the mess of coke Kyle thought he cleaned up.

Marcus shakes his head, starting to fill out a WORK REPORT.

She turns around, realizing he’s not in the kitchen.

She just shakes her head.

Marcus hands Kyle the filled out, but unsigned, report.

Kyle looks to her, wondering what she’s got in mind.

Kyle almost signs the report, but Nikki yanks it away.

Interested in their offer, Sebastian drifts out of the room.

12A INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 12A

Sebastian wanders, observing the signs of wealth.