Blood Simple Page #12

VISSER:

(dully)

They look good.

Marty half-rises from his seat and picks up one of the

strings.

MARTY:

Want a couple?

He drops them on Visser's side of the desk. Visser's head

draws back:
he was only being polite.

VISSER:

Just the ten thousand'll be fine.

MARTY:

Got something to show me first?

Visser hands a 9 x 12 envelope across the desk. Marty stares

at it for a moment, then quickly bends back the flap and

takes out an 8 x 10 photograph.

THE PHOTOGRAPH:

It is a black-and-white shot of Abby and Ray in Ray's bed.

The sheet that partially covers them is pocked with three

dark bullet holes and is stained with blood.

MARTY:

Staring dully down at the picture.

MARTY:

Dead, huh?

VISSER:

So it would seem.

CLOSE SHOT THE TOP OF THE DESK

Visser is pushing the fish away from his side of the desk

with the eraser end of a pencil.

MARTY:

What did you...

BACK TO MARTY:

Still looking at the picture. He traces the outline of Abby's

body with his finger.

MARTY:

...What did you do with the bodies?

VISSER:

It's taken care of. The less you

know about it the better.

MARTY:

Jesus, I don't believe it...

Marty slips the picture back into its 9 x 12 envelope. His

face is pale.

MARTY:

...I think I'm gonna be sick.

He rises and heads for the bathroom, still clutching the

envelope.

CLOSE SHOT VISSER

As his eyes follow Marty's exit. The bathroom door doesn't

close all the way; a narrow shaft of light slices the office

from the bare bulb in the bathroom.

VISSER:

I'll want that picture back...

He turns to look across the desk.

VISSER'S POV

The standing safe behind the desk.

BACK TO VISSER:

Still looking at the safe. Beads of sweat have popped out on

his forehead. He fans himself with his cowboy hat.

VISSER:

...and you did say somethin' about

some money.

We hear a toilet flush offscreen.

LONG SHOT MARTY'S OFFICE

As he reenters the office.

MARTY:

Your money, yeah.

Visser stares dully down at the desktop.

VISSER:

Something I got to ask you, Marty.

I've been very very careful. Have

you been very very careful?

MARTY:

Of course.

VISSER:

Nobody knows you hired me?

HIGH ANGLE CORNER OF THE OFFICE

Marty is hunched over the open safe, still holding the

envelope. Blocking Visser's view of the safe with his body,

he slides the picture of Abby's and Ray's corpses from under

the envelope into the safe, then withdraws two packets of

money.

MARTY:

Don't be absurd, I wasn't about to

tell anyone...

He shuts the safe and spins the dial.

MARTY:

...This is an illicit romance--we've

got to trust each other to be

discreet...

He walks across the room and throws the money and the envelope

down on the desk.

MARTY:

...For richer, for poorer.

Visser looks from the money down at his hands. They are

sweating.

VISSER:

Don't say that. Your marriages don't

work out so hot...

He wipes his hands on his pants.

VISSER:

...How did you cover the money?

Marty sits and props his booted feet up on the desk.

MARTY:

It's taken care of. The less you

know about it the better.

He smiles.

MARTY:

...I just made a call about that.

It'll look fine.

VISSER:

(shaking his head)

I must've gone money simple. This

kind of murder...

He nods toward the envelope on the desk.

VISSER:

...it's too damn risky.

MARTY:

Then you shouldn't have done it.

Can't have it both ways.

He pushes the money across the desk with his boot.

MARTY:

...Count it if you want.

VISSER:

(reaching into his

coat)

Nah, I trust ya.

His hand comes out with a gun pointing at Marty and--BAM--he

fires, an orange lick of flame spurting from the gun.

Both men sit frozen. Visser's hand is the only thing that

moved.

CLOSE SHOT MARTY

Staring at Visser.

After the gun blast we hear only the whir of the fan.

CLOSE SHOT VISSER

Staring at Marty.

MED SHOT MARTY OVER VISSER'S SHOULDER

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