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First, I put this in line by line. Since my site wouldn't take Final Draft or any other known format.
By sheer frustration I typed this in, just because I like the story. It's one of three of my screenplays I love like children. The others I threw into the dumpster where they belong... they were disappointing. PEACE IN NOTHING FADE IN: INT. POSH ART DECO HOTEL LADIES ROOM ROBYN GLAZIER, late 20’s, head tilted back, highlighting her exquisite profile. Squeezes drops into her eyes and checks her face in the mirror. PAUL “POE” HOLDEN, late 20’s, takes a hit off his cigarette, watching her adjust her cleavage. His lips curl into a rakish smile. POE (faux British accent) Perfection, what is thy name? Robyn, startled, spins to face him. Seeing it’s Poe, she giggles. A slinky black evening gown clings to her curves. POE (cont'd) No words could I write to match what I see before me. ROBYN Spare me. Your eloquence escapes me. POE It’s the little things in life. ROBYN Little? Anything I need to be concerned about? Primping her breasts. POE Au contraire they’re perfect. Little things like your pristine skin. ROBYN Does this shit get panties to fall? POE And your abnormal lack of pores. Caressing her face. POE (cont'd) And yes, panties fall. She giggles, straightening his rumpled tux and trying to get his wayward hair not to look as inebriated as he is. POE (cont'd) This has been a glorious evening. Glorious, I say. ROBYN It’s almost over dear, hang in there, you’ve been a good boy. She takes the cigarette from his hand, takes a draw, drops it to the floor and steps it out. ROBYN (cont'd) Come on Romeo, let’s get back to the table. She grabs his hand and drags him out of the bathroom. INT. GOLDEN ERA HOTEL BALLROOM -- NIGHT Robyn drags Poe through the shadows, across the dance floor. Remnants of a gala affair litter the retro-chic surroundings. Poe and Robyn plop down at a table full of high-society fakers. Eyes glazed from booze and champagne. LISA, a pretty snob, chomps at the bit. LISA Well, where were you two? POE Sins of the flesh. LISA Really, I thought maybe you were getting something a bit harder... to drink. POE Really, I was just going to say-- ROBYN He’s hard enough. LISA Well, it’s average. A DROP OF BLOOD splatters on the far side of the dance floor. POE Really, I thought I was a bit short? LISA Not too small. Lisa loves to play. DAN, yet another Tuxedo’d high roller, is incensed. DAN What the hell? Stand up for yourself. Dan wraps his arm around Poe’s shoulder. Poe’s uncomfortable. LISA Yes, stand up. DAN Defend yourself, you’re a litigator. LISA He was. ROBYN (to Lisa) Don’t need to practice law to get into your briefs. POE Cutting linguistics. Lisa jolts from the direct hit, Robyn smirks. The group shares an uncomfortable chuckle. Another DROP OF BLOOD hits the floor, closer to their table. LISA Poe does make up for his shortcomings with his orgasmic closing arguments. DAN Christ, vicious. I thought we were friends. LISA Moi? Vicious? POE It's true, I'm somewhat of a disappointment. But I haven't been afforded the opportunity to disappoint three of you. ROBYN I wasn’t disappointed. POE Two then. Poe glances to SHERRI, seated across from him. She smiles sheepishly. SHERRI I “O’d,” no complaints here. DAN Women, fixated on the penis. LISA Right, like you guys don’t sit around discussing tits. DAN Well, sure-- POE True, but when critiquing female "cuisine" we don’t sit around lamenting our less satisfying meals. A “Cheshire Cat” smile crosses Poe’s face as Lisa shrinks. Robin guffaws. POE (cont'd) (to Robyn) You are filet my dear. Robyn raises her champagne in toast. LISA What would Duncan say, Robyn? ROBYN To my filet? DAN Your next book Poe? Female Cuisine. POE What would Duncan say? Robyn fires a “fuck off” glare to Poe. BLOOD splatters on the white table cloth. Two bloody female hands catch themselves on the table. A collective gasp, as they’re jolted sober. Chairs crash to the floor as they jump from the table. POE (cont'd) Abby. LISA What the fuck? Robyn grabs ABBY, steadying her. Abby wipes her blood soaked hands across her face. POE Abby, is that yours? Poe wipes blood from her face. ABBY No, some of it. I need you to come to my room. LISA Who the hell is she? ROBYN Poe’s client. POE What’s in your room? Dan bolts from the table. DAN I’ll call the cops, ambulance. ABBY NO! I need Poe in my room. She digs her nails into Poe’s arm, eyes pleading. POE Not yet Dan, let me have a few minutes. ABBY In my room. Abby tugs Poe toward the exit. Poe signals the others to calm down. POE I’ll call the police from the room. INT. ABBY’S HOTEL ROOM -- CONTINUOUS Eerie silence, a single lamp, long shadows. Poe’s frozen, staring at a WOMAN’S BODY sprawled over the blood soaked bed. ABBY I told you what she did. Poe reaches for the phone, shaking. POE What you saw. A vision. It’s not reality Abby. This-- Poe tosses the phone on a chair, eyes darting around the room. Grabbing an extra blanket he tosses it over the dead body and grabs the phone. POE (cont'd) --is reality. She’s dead. ABBY I read one of your books. Poe turns, struck cold by her words. ABBY (cont'd) Buried in all that bullshit and what an amazing judge of character you are. You get so much out of a handshake. She snickers. ABBY (cont'd) Just like I did when we met. Poe’s entire being asks “how do you know THAT”? She laughs. ABBY (cont'd) Some gift you got. You see things counselor, that’s why I chose you. POE Abby, I didn’t know she-- ABBY Liked children, counselor? Truth is, I did try to kill her. I fucked up. Poe’s a calm as he can be. ABBY (cont'd) But you know that. Don’t freak, your secret’s safe. Real safe. But she killed her kids. I know it. Abby uncovers her sister’s dead hand. ABBY (cont'd) Touch it. Poe wants none of this. ABBY (cont'd) Touch it. She grabs his hand, Poe retracts in horror. ABBY (cont'd) There, what did you see? Poe’s freaked. POE Nothing. ABBY Bullshit, counselor. You saw me. What was I doing? The room spins on Poe. He collapses into a chair, head in his hands. INT. ABBY’S HOTEL ROOM -- DREAM A razor blade sits next to the sink in the bathroom. POE (VO) The razor blade’s on the sink, in the bathroom... ABBY (VO) Yup. POE (VO) You drugged her and slit her wrists. Abby’s sister is sprawled on the bed, unconscious Blood oozing from her wrists. Abby stands over the body. She’s covered blood. ABBY (VO) Yes. Touch her. INT. ABBY’S HOTEL ROOM -- REALITY Abby disappears into the bathroom. Poe reaches for her sister’s dead hand, tentative. Touching it, he shivers. ABBY (OS) And? POE Little girls, drowned. Your sister’s hands holding them under... Poe’s a mess, struggling. POE (cont'd) Then, you-- Poe bolts to the bathroom. INT. THE BATHROOM Poe’s chest heaves, stunned. His mind races. POE Fuck. ABBY I’m dead. Is that what you see? Blood streams from Abby’s wrists. A pool forms. She drops to her knees. Poe grabs towels and wraps her wrists. She pushes him away. ABBY (cont'd) You can’t save the world Poe. Swinging wildly, laughing. ABBY (cont'd) I knew it Poe, you got it. You got it. Admit it, you suspected. POE I got what? ABBY Takes trauma sometimes to bring it on. I wanted you couselor. Because you know my innocence... and her guilt. Poe lays her head on the towel. ABBY (cont'd) I just passed judgement. Poe’s confused, disoriented. ABBY (cont'd) You don’t understand, but you will. You play within the system you hate. She was gonna get away with it. Forgive me Poe? She grabs his hand. Poe’s lost, adrenaline rush. ABBY (cont'd) Peace, you’ll get it Poe. And the answer to your question. She’s mumbling. Poe’s lost in the moment, in her words. ABBY (cont'd) Forgive me? Peace Poe... it's really nothing. Their eyes lock. Hers begging forgiveness. He softens, giving an almost imperceptible nod. A smile crosses her lips. POE Peace in nothing? What? She’s gone. Poe sprints for the phone, hits 911. Eyes darting, brain racing. Dead bodies. Blood everywhere. Abby dead. POE (cont'd) (on the phone) Astor Hotel, dead, she’s dead... Abby... what? Killed her sister-- Peace In Nothing-SCREENPLAY PostsNo posts found in this category.
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