Blood Simple Page #20

INT. MARTY'S BAR

Abby switches on the lights, looks around, goes to the back-

office door. Locked. As she fits her key into the lock:

ABBY:

(quietly)

Marty?

The door swings open, fanning a shaft of light onto the

darkened room.

MARTY'S OFFICE BATHROOM

We are looking from the inside at the bathroom door that

won't close all the way. As the light fans into the office

beyond and seeps in through the crack of the bathroom door,

we see Visser's sleeve cuff and his hand pressing against

the door, to hold it near-shut.

BACK TO ABBY:

Standing in the office doorway. We pull her into the room.

She stops abruptly, looking past the camera, and wrinkles

her nose.

ABBY'S POV

Marty's fish, now half-decayed, still lie on the desk.

Some of the desk drawers stand open, with some of their

contents strewn across the surface of the desk.

BACK TO ABBY:

She takes a step forward. We hear the crunch of glass

underfoot. She looks down at the floor.

ABBY'S POV

Shards of broken glass lie on the floor.

BACK TO ABBY:

She looks up from the floor toward the back door.

ABBY'S POV

The pane of the back-door window closest to the knob has

been shattered from the outside, scattering broken glass

into the office.

BACK TO ABBY:

She crosses slowly to the desk, staring at the rotted fish.

She looks up from the desk.

ABBY'S POV

On the standing safe behind the desk lies a white towel.

Abby's hand enters frame ans picks up the towel.

In slow motion a hammer that's been wrapped inside slips out

of the towel, falls end-over-end, hits the floor with a dull

thud.

BACK TO ABBY:

Stooping down to pick up the hammer. At eye level as she

stoops down is the combination dial to the safe. The dial

has been battered by the hammer. Abby looks from the hammer

to the floor under the desk chair.

ABBY'S POV

Blood stains.

ABBY:

Staring down at the floor. She rises and looks at the desk.

As she rises we hear glass under her feet.

ABBY'S POV

The dead fish. Beyond them, on the floor around the desk,

broken glass.

BACK TO ABBY:

Staring.

ABBY'S POV

The dead fish.

BACK TO ABBY:

She seems to be falling slowly backwards. The camera falls

with her, keeping her in close shot. Her head hits a pillow.

We pull back slowly to reveal that she is lying on the bed

in her apartment, staring across the room. She lies motionless

on the bad, her eyes wide.

ABBY'S POV

Across the darkened apartment we see the curtainless windows,

and beyond them, across the lamplit street, the facade of

the opposite building.

LONG SHOT ABBY:

Lying still. After a moment she gets out of bed, crosses to

the front door of the apartment, locks it, then walks

unsteadily back to the bed.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

SAME LONG SHOT ABBY IN BED

She opens her eyes, lies still for a moment, coughs. She

gets out of bed and walks across the still dark apartment to

the bathroom. She shuts the bathroom door.

BATHROOM:

Abby looks at herself in the mirror above the sink, then

turns on the tap water. From a neighboring apartment we hear

a dull rhythmic thumping on the wall. She pauses, listens

for a moment, then starts to splash water on her face.

From somewhere offscreen we hear the sharp sound of glass

shattering. It reverberates for a moment, then dies. Abby

looks up at the bathroom door. We hear a scraping at the

lock of her apartment door. Abby listens.

Suddenly we hear the lock springing open, and the front door

swinging on its hinges.

CLOSE SHOT ABBY:

Startled. She shuts off the water and stands motionless.

Droplets of water are streaming down her face.

We hear the sound of footsteps in the next room, crunching

across broken glass.

ABBY:

Ray...?

There is no answer. After a moment we hear bedsprings creak

in the next room. Abby opens the bathroom door and walks

out.

MAIN ROOM:

A shaft of light slices across the floor from the open

bathroom door. Broken glass glints on the floor. In the semi-

darkness we can see that someone is sitting on the bed. The

person looks up.

It is Marty.

Abby recoils.

MARTY:

Lover-boy oughta lock his door.

Abby looks nervously at Marty. Droplets of water are still

running down her face. She brushes one from her eye.

MARTY:

I love you...

He smiles thinly.

MARTY:

...That's a stupid thing to say,

right?

Abby takes a step back.

ABBY:

I... I love you too.

Still smiling, Marty shakes his head.

MARTY:

No. You're just saying that because

you're scared...

He stands. We hear glass under his feet. He unbuttons the

middle button of his coat and reaches inside.

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