Blood Simple Page #15

We hear the sound of faint, labored breathing.

EXTREME CLOSE SHOT RAY

His jaw tightens. He whips his head toward the back seat.

His head snaps forward again and he slams on the brakes.

The car screeches to a halt.

EXT. HIGHWAY

LONG SHOT THE CAR

As Ray's door flies open. He is bolting from the car. The

camera, at waist level, tracks toward him as he races out

into the field that abuts the highway.

Fifty yards in he finally stops, panting, framed from a low

angle. His breath vaporizes in the crisp night air. We hear

only his breath and the chirring of crickets. He is looking

back toward the road.

RAY'S POV LONG SHOT THE CAR

Standing abandoned on the shoulder of the deserted highway.

Its headlights cast a lonely beam up the road. No movement.

BACK TO RAY:

His panting slows. He is in a cold sweat. After a long moment,

he starts walking slowly, reluctantly, back toward the car.

RAY'S POV TRACKING

Toward the car. Still no sign of movement.

BACK TO RAY:

He slows as he draws up to the back of the car. He looks in

the back window.

RAY'S POV BACK SEAT OF THE CAR

It is empty.

The door on the highway side is ajar.

BACK TO RAY:

No reaction.

He walks around the back of the car onto the highway. He

looks up the road.

RAY'S POV

Marty is crawling up the road on his hands and knees, leaving

a trail of blood. The headlights of Ray's car give a

fantastically long shadow.

BACK TO RAY:

Still no reaction. He gets into the driver's seat and stares

through the windshield as he gropes for the ignition key.

RAY'S POV

Marty, crawling.

BACK TO RAY:

He throws the car into drive, looks at his target, thinks--

decides. He pulls the key out of the ignition and goes around

to the trunk of the car. He opens it and pulls out a shovel.

MARTY LOW ANGLE:

From in front. The headlights glare behind him. His breath

vaporizes. In the background Ray is walking toward him,

dragging the shovel, which scrapes along the asphalt. As Ray

moves into the foreground and turns to face Marty only his

lower legs and the shovel are in frame.

The shovel rises out of frame.

CLOSE SHOT RAY:

Both hands hold the shovel tensed over his shoulder. He stares

down at Marty. A long pause. We hear a distant rumble.

CLOSE SHOT RAY'S FEET

Inches away from Marty. Marty's hand slides forward and wraps

around one of Ray's ankles.

BACK TO RAY:

He shudders. He adjusts his grip on the shovel.

The rumble grows louder.

RAY'S FEET

He jerks his foot away, breaking Marty's grasp.

BACK TO RAY:

Looks up from Marty. The rumble grows louder.

RAY'S POV

Headlight beams, although not yet the headlights themselves,

are visible a long way down the road.

BACK TO RAY:

Staring down the road. Finally he lowers the shovel, walks

back to the car and throws it viciously into the trunk, walks

back up into the foreground and stoops down.

CLOSE SHOT MARTY

As Ray grabs him under the armpits and starts dragging him

back to the car. Just before Ray heaves him into the back

seat, Marty coughs weakly. A fine spray of blood comes out

with the cough.

The engine rumble is quite loud now.

MED SHOT RAY FROM ACROSS THE ROOF OF THE CAR

As he slams the back door shut. He presses himself against

the side of the car. Headlights glare over him; the truck

roars by just behind him.

EXT. OPEN FIELD

FULL SHOT RAY'S CAR

Sudden quiet at the cut. We are looking at Ray's car in

profile, parked in the middle of a deserted field. From

offscreen we hear the sound of a shovel biting into earth.

We track laterally down the car, along the beam of its

headlights, to finally frame Ray as he climbs out of the

shallow grave he has just finished digging.

He plants the shovel and walks back to the car.

VERY WIDE SHOT:

The grave in the middle background; the car's headlights

beyond it.

Ray is dragging Marty toward the grave. He dumps him in.

HIGH SHOT THE GRAVE

As Marty thumps to the bottom, face up.

CLOSE SHOT RAY:

As he bends over to pick up the shovel, dripping sweat. We

hear the shovel biting into earth.

HIGH SHOT THE GRAVE

Ray, in the foreground, pitches the first shovelful of earth

onto Marty. Marty moves slightly.

LOW SHOT RAY:

As he pauses, looking down into the grave. He stoops down

and resumes shoveling, bobbing in and out of frame as he

hurls dirt into the grave.

BACK TO HIGH SHOT

As Ray shovels, Marty is moving under the loose dirt. A faint,

inarticulate noise comes from the grave.

Almost imperceptibly, Marty's right arm starts to rise.

LOW SHOT FROM INSIDE THE GRAVE

Ray stands on the lip of the grave, hunched over his shovel,

crisply illuminated by the headlights. In the shadowy

foreground Marty's arm rises, extended toward Ray. He is

clutching Abby's gun in his splint-fingered hand.

CLOSE SHOT RAY:

As he straightens up and stands motionless, expressionless,

watching Marty, making no attempt to get out of the way.

HIGH SHOT MARTY:

The gun extended into the foreground. His index finger

splinted, he slides his middle finger over the trigger of

the gun.

LOW SHOT RAY:

Watching.

HIGH SHOT MARTY:

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