OPAQUE
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
The large upscale apartment looks and feels empty.
The smoke stained walls are the only reference to color in the otherwise drab interior.
In the center of the room LEFTON MILES lies bleeding on the floor.
The twenty-four year old professional nothing reaches across the glass coffee table that seperates him from his gun.
LEFTON
(to gun)
I just wanted to see how you
were doing.
He snatches up the pistol.
LEFTON (cont'd)
I thought you were really going
to do something that time.
Flicking open the cylinder of the six-shooter wheel gun he examines the five remaining shells.
LEFTON (cont'd)
(whincing)
It's the ones that get away that
you miss the most.
He snaps the gun shut.
INT. APARTMENT - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Down the long corridor the sound of running water escapes from the small crack underneath the bathroom door.
INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
Sad whispers and a soft crying can be heard from behind the tattered plastic shower curtain.
In the bathroom tiles begin to fall violently from the white pristine walls, smashing to the floor in some random sequence.
The foul yellow water trapped in the toilet begins to BUBBLE and BOIL, filling the room with a thick rancid fog.
MADISON (v.o.)
(womans voice)
It just seems like everytime I
wanted the light to be green it
was always red. The normal little
play things and toys that lined
my shelves as a child always
seemed to be just almost---broken.
(beat)
Just slightly askew, not enough to
be noticed, but not perfect.
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INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lefton's right leg is noticeably bleeding. The bandage that is bound tightly around his leg is soaked red.
LEFTON
(screams)
I shutter to think how much
longer you can last in there.
He shifts his body grinding his jaw in pain.
Struggling to lean up against the wall, Lefton can now see down the long hallway that leads to the bathroom.
LEFTON (cont'd)
Never really pretended to like
anyone like this before.
(beat)
Feels kind of strange.
He cocks the hammer back on the pistol.
LEFTON (cont'd)
I'm pretty sure you mean to
thank me at some point. Not
that I would expect it or
anything.
INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
BOILING violently the toilet EXPLODES into a shower of unclean water and porcelain.
A wet hand grabs the shower curtain surrounding the tub and pulls it back quickly.
MADISON, a beautiful woman in her early 20's stands fully clothed in the shower. She is dripping wet and cluthcing a nasty stomach wound.
She glances down at the jagged mess of broken tiles that litter the bathroom floor.
MADISON
Fuck it.
She steps out of the tub cautiously.
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lefton takes a long look down the dark hallway.
He aims the shaking revolver at the bathroom door.
LEFTON
I only remember the bad
parts of my dreams.
He squeezes the trigger.
BOOM.
The large caliber six-shooter ROARS with a blinding flash of light.
INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
The bullet RIPS thru the wooden door, and hits Madison square in the shoulder, blowing her backwards into the tub.
Spitting out a mouth full of blood, she glares thru the wet strands of hair that cover most of her face.
Letting out a barely audible whimper, she awkwardly twists her body around trying to repositon herself.
MADISON
You dickless son-of-a-bitch!
You shot me!
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lefton fires the gun again.
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INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
Madison reacts to the deep metallic thump of the bullet slamming into the cast iron tub.
MADISON
Sticks and stones can break my
bones but names can never hurt
me. Besides in a few hours we'll
both be dead anyway. So what
do you say---can't we just get
along.
(then)
You know just be friends.
She grimaces at that last word.
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
LEFTON
What! You still alive in there
baby?
He notices a the growing pool of blood that seeps from underneath the bathroom door.
LEFTON (cont'd)
I dont think that's possible.
(beat)
Friends you know.
Lefton pushes himself up against the wall, trying to ignore the throbing wound in his leg.
Flipping open the chamber of his gun he pulls out the two empty shells casings and sets them down neatly by his side.
He stares at the three remaining bullets still in the cylinder.
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INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
Madison fumbles for a towel.
She SNAGS one.
Tucking herself as far as she can into the tub, she wraps the towel around her bleeding shoulder.
Madison desperately searches for a survival option.
She sees it. It's her own gun, partially hidden under a few shattered tiles.
MADISON
(to herself)
This is going to suck.
Much like a rag doll being tossed around in a clothes dryer, Madison flops her body out of the bathtub and onto the bathroom floor.
Broken tiles relentlessly slice into her as she rapidly crawls toward her gun.
INT. APARTMENT - HALLWAY - NIGHT
More blood oozes from underneath the door.
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lefton grits his teeth as his head bobs back and forth. He is losing consciousness.
LEFTON
It's all karma. I never believed
in it---karma that is. So I
guess that's probably why I don't
have any. Ironic isn't it.
(beat)
Honey? What do you say to that?
(then)
Sweety?
INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
With her back against the tub, Madison points her newly acquired weapon at the door.
She spits out another mouthful of blood.
MADISON
(softly)
Nothing.
Madison fires her gun.
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lefton snaps a look toward the bathroom door, just as the bullet TEARS into his right leg.
A fine crimson mist erupts from the wound.
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INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
A sharp yelp of pain lets Madison know that she has hit her target.
MADISON
Here's a couple more for ya!
BOOM!BOOM!
She pops off two more rounds.
Hot empty shell casings bounce around the tight space of the bathroom.
One lands nexts to her. She reaches down and picks up the brass shell, staring at the slender white smoke trail as it gracefully dissipates into the air.
INT. APARTMENT - LVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lefton sits in a massive pool of blood. Defeated.
LEFTON
I could go off on a bunch of shit
right now.
(beat)
But it's not really going to mean
much. What do you say we start over
again? Fresh like. Like there is
no bad blood between us.
(then)
You down with that idea?
INT. APARTMENT - BATHROOM - NIGHT
Madison wipes the red icor from her nose and pulls back her hair.
MADISON
Sounds to good to be true.
I don't know?
(then)
Hard memories sort of keep me
alive, give me the edge---whatever
that means. Besides in a few more
minutes it's really not going to
make much of a difference anyway.
Is it?
(beat)
You made sure of that. No one
knows we're here. No one to help us.
Sure they'll come, but it'll be way
too late.
(she spits)
Just you and me dying.
(silence)
Not very romantic is it? A dark
Romeo and Juliet.
INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lefton has managed to crawl to the only piece of furniture in the room. A couch.
He hunches over for a moment before leaning back.
In his hands he holds a DEVICE.
He stares down at the flashing red button.
LEFTON
This story is over.
With a single bloody finger Lefton presses the button.
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EXT. CITY - NIGHT - RAINING
In most old cities there is a place like this. A forgotten spot that only a select few have discovered.
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