Blood Simple Page #21

MARTY:

...You left your weapon behind.

He withdraws something from an inside pocket and tosses it

to her.

CLOSE SHOT ABBY'S HANDS

As she catches the object. It is her compact.

CLOSE SHOT ABBY:

She looks from her hands up to Marty.

MARTY:

He'll kill you too.

Marty gags, leans forward, doubles over to vomit--blood.

The blood washes over the floor at his feet.

ABBY:

Bolts upright in bead with a muffled groan. Sweat pours down

her face. She brushes a drop of sweat from her eye and looks

around.

ABBY'S POV

Moonlight glints through the windows across the hardwood

floor. Through the windows we can see the facade of the

opposite building. The apartment is dark and still, just as

we left it before she fell asleep.

BACK TO ABBY:

She slumps back onto the bed. One hand gropes down out of

frame and comes up holding an illuminated alarm clock. She

looks at it, drops it back to the floor.

She turns on her side and stares across the room toward the

window.

ABBY'S POV

The window.

DISSOLVE THROUGH TO:

SAME WINDOW SAME ANGLE PRE-DAWN

It is still not quite light. The few lights that shined in

the windows of the opposite building before are now off; the

facade of the building is a flat, undetailed gray.

CLOSE SHOT ABBY:

Still lying on her side on the bed, her eyes open, staring

at the window.

BACK TO LONG SHOT WINDOW

After a moment Abby enters frame. She picks her coat off a

chair and puts it on.

We hear a car door slam.

EXT. RAY'S BUNGALOW PRE-DAWN

Abby has just gotten out of her car in the foreground and is

crossing the lawn to the house. Down the road the street

lights are still on. One light burns in the house, in the

window of Ray's bedroom. Abby approaches it.

THROUGH THE WINDOW

Over Abby's shoulder, as she leans against the sill of the

open window and looks inside.

Ray sits on the bed in the empty room, smoking a cigarette,

his profile to the window, gazing fixedly at the wall.

ABBY:

Ray.

Ray starts and looks toward the window, squinting.

INT. RAY'S BUNGALOW

WIDE SHOT LIVING ROOM

Abby is coming through the screen door. The room is strikingly

bare of everything except furniture. All personal effects

have been removed.

Abby looks around, bewildered, as Ray enters from the hallway.

ABBY:

...Where is everything?

RAY:

In the trunk.

Abby, still standing in front of the door, looks at him

uncomprehendingly. Ray walks over to a couple of cardboard

boxes stacked in the corner.

RAY:

...In the car.

He ties a knot around the top carton with a piece of cord,

then cuts the cord with a collapsible fishing knife.

ABBY:

...You leaving?

RAY:

Isn't that what you want?

She slowly shakes her head.

RAY:

Wanna come with me?

He leans back against the boxes, watching her.

ABBY:

...But first I gotta know what

happened.

RAY:

What do you want to know?

ABBY:

You broke into the bar. You wanted

to get your money. You and Marty had

a fight. Something happened...

Ray shakes his head, smiling. Abby squints at him, looking

for help.

ABBY:

...I don't know, wasn't it you? Maybe

a burglar broke in, and you found--

RAY:

With your gun?...

He puts the knife in his pocket and walks over to the door.

As he approaches her:

RAY:

...Nobody broke in, Abby. I'll tell

you the truth...

Ray faces Abby in front of the door.

RAY:

...Truth is, I've felt sick the last

couple of days. Can't eat... Can't

sleep... When I try to I... Abby...

It's difficult to bring out. Ray's hand gropes for the cross-

slat on the screen door. Finally:

RAY:

...The truth is... he was alive when

I buried him.

Abby stares.

An object materializes in the sky beyond them. It is flipping

end-over-end in slow motion, moving toward Abby and Ray and

the screen door. Abby and Ray, each staring at the other,

fail to notice until--

THWACK--it bounces off the screen.

Abby starts; Ray doesn't.

The spell is broken, Abby pushes hesitantly at the screen

door. Ray's hand slides off the cross-slat; he makes no move

to stop her.

CLOSE SHOT THE FRONT STOOP

As Abby steps over the rolled-up newspaper that hit the screen

door.

TRACKING SHOT ON ABBY

Hurrying down the driveway to get to her car. A low rumble

is building on the soundtrack. Abby glances at Ray's car as

she passes it.

ABBY'S POV TRACKING FORWARD THE CAR

More blood has seeped into and dried on the dropsheet covering

the back seat. The bass rumble grows louder, punctuated by a

rhythmic thumping.

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