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6 - 12 - 96 "BLOOD MONEY" An Original Screenplay ACT ONE: 1 INT. PRISON HALLWAY -- DAY 1 Two sets of feet clomp up a drab, linoleum hallway, the footsteps echoing off the cinderblock walls. The sound of machinery chugging, hissing, and clanging can be heard in the background. CARL MATUSHKA, six-foot-one, one hundred and eighty pounds of hardened, sinewy muscle, dark, short hair, sharp features, with an L-shaped scar on his chin, walks up the hallway in an ill-fitting suit, holding a small gym bag, accompanied by a uniformed prison GUARD. Carl wears a look of disinterested contempt. The two men stop outside a door marked "E.E. Walton, Warden." The Guard knocks. WARDEN The Guard opens the door and Carl enters. WARDEN The Guard stays outside.
WARDEN EMMETT E. WALTON is a big, smiling, fifty year old man who always gets his way and likes it like that. He holds a fishing rod in his hand, practicing his fly casting. There are several other fishing rods in the corner, as well as a stuffed swordfish on the wall. The Warden indicates with the fly rod that Carl should sit on the chair in front of the desk. Carl sits down. The machinery can still be heard chugging and hissing somewhere further in the background. The Warden sets down his fishing rod, sits at his desk, opens a wooden humidor, removes a cigar, then offers them to Carl.
Carl's eyes widen as he reaches for a cigar. CARL WARDEN Carl takes the whole box, removing one
to smoke. He puts the box in his gym bag. WARDEN CARL The Warden snips off the end of his cigar, then hands Carl the clipper. Carl takes it and clips off the end of his cigar. WARDEN CARL The Warden lights Carl's cigar, then his own. WARDEN
Carl blows a smoke ring. WARDEN CARL WARDEN CARL The Warden takes a serious puff of his cigar, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. WARDEN Carl puffs on his cigar. CARL WARDEN CARL WARDEN CARL WARDEN Carl stands, plugs the cigar in his mouth, and shakes the Warden's hand. CARL The Warden's attention returns to his fly rod. WARDEN Carl turns and leaves. The Warden
nods his head, looking impressed. The insolent smirk returns to
Carl's face. He throws a glance back at the Warden, then leaves
his office, shutting the door, the cigar firmly clamped in his teeth. Carl steps back into the hall. The Guard steps up beside him, accompanying him out of the building. GUARD CARL
Carl and the Guard step out of the building into the yard, the clanging, hissing machinery is still clearly audible. A basketball game is going on directly outside, guards wander the sidelines. Several cons pump weights. GUARD CARL GUARD CARL GUARD CARL They pass other guards patrolling and other cons playing catch, working out, and killing time. One CON in a group of three raises his fist in salute to Carl. CON
#1 Carl plugs the cigar in his mouth and raises his fist back. CARL CON
#2 CARL Carl and the Guard step up to a fence topped with a spiral of barbed concertina wire, pass another guard in a shack who opens the gate with an electronic buzz. Carl steps outside the prison grounds.
The Guard shuts the gate and the sound of the hissing, clanging, humming machinery finally ceases. It's now just the gentle sound of wind and birds. Carl inhales deeply, grinning. He flicks the foul cigar away from him. VOICE
. . . A truck parked beside the fence, "Mobile Knife Sharpening" written on the side. Out of the truck steps a big guy: six-foot-three, two hundred and ten pounds, bleached blonde hair in a buzz cut, a bald spot, and a missing tooth in front. He's PATRICK. He raises a football above his head. PATRICK Patrick tosses the football to Carl who catches it. Carl inspects the ball. CARL PATRICK Patrick and Carl hug, slapping each other on the back heartily. CARL PATRICK CARL Patrick and Carl look at each other. PATRICK CARL PATRICK
PATRICK Carl reaches out and punches Patrick's arm. CARL PATRICK CARL They shake hands grabbing each other's forearms, then get into the truck. 7 INT. FRONT OF TRUCK -- DAY 7 Carl and Patrick get into the front of the truck. Curtains block off the view to the back of the truck. Carl turns to Patrick. CARL PATRICK He hands Carl a .38 caliber, snub-nose pistol. Carl checks to see that it's loaded, then spins the cylinder. PATRICK CARL
PATRICK CARL PATRICK CARL Patrick points toward the curtains leading into the back of the truck. Carl nods, looks at his watch. CARL Patrick puts the truck in gear driving away from the prison. Carl heads through the curtains . . . 8 INT. BACK OF TRUCK -- DAY 8 Carl goes to the back of the truck and finds a hooker, RANDI, with long blonde hair and a tight mini skirt, sitting on a cot. Carl glances back at Patrick. PATRICK Carl grins, shutting the curtains. Carl crosses the back of the truck and sits beside Randi on the cot.
RANDI CARL RANDI CARL RANDI CARL Randi narrows her eyes and points at Carl. RANDI CARL Carl reaches over and begins to unbutton Randi's blouse. Carl's hands are shaking and he stops. CARL Randi takes Carl's hand and sets it on her thigh. RANDI Randi unbuttons her blouse, revealing her bra. Carl watches raptly. Randi then unclasps her bra from in front and opens it revealing her breasts. Carl's breathing speeds up. Carl's hands reach for and envelope Randi's breasts, then he eases her back on the cot. As Carl goes to kiss her, Randi turns away only letting him kiss her neck. RANDI They undo just enough clothing to accomplish the deed. Randi reaches into her bag and removes a condom. Without much further ado, Carl and Randi get down to screwing. Carl humps away, attempting to release ten years worth of pent up aggression and angst. This brutal bump and grind doesn't last very long. However, when Carl climaxes he mistakenly pulls off Randi's wig -- she actually has short, dark hair. Carl looks at her with recognition in his eyes. CARL
JANIE looks shocked. JANIE They hear Patrick chuckle up front. They both sit up, fastening their clothes. CARL JANIE CARL JANIE Janie hands Carl a business card that says, "Femme Fatale Outcall Massage." Carl looks at it, then up at Janie. CARL JANIE CARL JANIE CARL JANIE Carl looks blank. CARL JANIE CARL JANIE CARL JANIE CARL JANIE CARL JANIE CARL JANIE CARL Janie looks straight at Carl. JANIE CARL Janie looks at Carl long and hard, then points at him. JANIE CARL They have another long moment of simply looking at each other, then Janie puts out her hand. JANIE Carl is confused as hands the card over. CARL Janie takes the card, takes a pen from her purse and writes on the back of the card. JANIE She hands him back the card. CARL JANIE Carl looks her up and down. CARL JANIE CARL JANIE CARL JANIE CARL JANIE &nbs |