Blood Simple Page #7

ABBY:

Well... I'm not gonna put you out of

your bed...

RAY:

You wouldn't be putting me out.

ABBY:

...Well, I'd be okay in here--

Ray walks toward the bedroom.

RAY:

Okay.

MARTY'S OFFICE LATER

Still tilted back in his chair, Marty stares glumly at the

ceiling. The bar itself is completely still except the

rhythmic whir of the fan.

CLOSE SHOT A CEILING FAN

Turning slowly. We tilt down from the fan to frame Abby,

lying under a sheet on Ray's couch, staring up at the fan in

the darkened living room. The room is still. We hear only

the whir of the fan and the distant sound of crickets. Abby

turns her head, looking offscreen.

HER POV:

A ray of light slants up the hallway from the direction of

the bedroom. The light is snapped off, leaving the hallway

in darkness. We hear a faint cough and the creaking of

bedsprings.

RAY'S BEDROOM

Ray lies in bed, staring at the ceiling.

RAY'S LIVING ROOM / HALLWAY

LONG SHOT THE LIVING ROOM FROM THE HALLWAY

Abby sits up. She stands and walks across the moonlit room

toward the hallway. We pull her back down the hall toward

the bedroom. She pauses in the bedroom doorway and looks

down toward the bed.

ABBY'S POV

Ray in bed, his eyes closed.

BACK TO ABBY:

We pull her as she enters the room, then tilt down with her

as she hesitantly sits on the edge of the bed.

ABBY'S POV

Close shot, Ray asleep.

BACK TO ABBY:

Framed against a moonlit window from the shoulders up.

There is a long pause.

Ray's hand enters frame and pulls Abby down out of frame

onto the bed. We hold on the moonlit window.

DISSOLVE THROUGH TO:

SAME WINDOW SAME ANGLE PRE-DAWN

Through the window the slow dissolve gradually defines the

front lawn and the street beyond in the flat pre-dawn light.

Abby rises into frame and quietly gets out of bed. The camera

tracks behind her as she walks up the hallway into the living

room.

We follow her across the living room and move into a close

shot on her hand as she reaches into her purse and withdraws

a small plastic compact.

LOW-ANGLE CLOSE SHOT ABBY

She flips open the compact, then, hearing something, looks

up, squinting across the room.

ABBY'S POV

In the shadows at the far end of the room we can just see

two pointed ears and a glittering pair of eyes. The German

shepherd is panting softly.

OVER ABBY'S SHOULDER

As she peers into the shadows, her face reflected in the

mirror of the open compact.

ABBY:

Opal--

In the mirror something moves just behind her. Abby starts

to turn.

Marty's hand clamps over her mouth from behind. His other

hand circles her waist. Abby struggles.

MARTY:

(quietly)

Lover-boy oughta lock his door...

Marty's hand drops from her waist to her thighs and slides

under the robe.

MARTY:

...Lotta nuts out there.

Still holding her from behind, Marty forces her down on her

knees. Abby's cries are muffled by the hand clamped over her

mouth. Marty shoots a glance down the dark hallway. There is

no movement.

Abby's hand is groping forward out of frame.

CLOSE SHOT ABBY'S PURSE

She upsets it. The contents spill out, among them a small

pearl-handled revolver. Her hand gropes for the gun.

BACK TO ABBY AND MARTY

Marty yanks her to her feet, looking down the hallway.

MARTY:

Let's do it outside...

He is dragging her to the front door.

MARTY:

...in nature.

He pushes her through the screen door.

EXT. RAY'S BUNGALOW

The neighborhood is deserted and still. The streetlamps are

still on. Marty and Abby stumble down the front stoop onto

the lawn.

His hand is still clamped over her mouth. She reaches up,

grabs a finger, and bends it back.

We hear the bone snap.

Marty screams. His hand drops. His other hand cuffs her on

the side of the head, spinning her around.

Marty is now clutching his broken finger with his good hand.

Abby kicks him in the groin.

He sinks to his knees, drops forward on one hand, and vomits.

FRONT STOOP:

Ray is coming out the door, hitching up his pants. In his

right hand he hold Abby's pearl-handled revolver.

MARTY:

Slowly gets to his feet, looking at Ray.

ABBY:

She has backed away from Marty and now stands on the lawn,

breathing heavily. She looks from Ray to Marty.

BACK TO MARTY:

Backing toward his car, a Cadillac parked at curbside, still

looking at Ray. He turns to get into the car.

The German shepherd lopes across the lawn and takes a clean

leap into the car through the open window on the passenger

side.

Marty turns the ignition. The engine coughs and dies. He

tries again; it starts.

The car roars up the street.

RAY:

Watching the car. He looks at Abby.

ABBY:

Still panting. Up the street we can hear Marty's car

alternately racing and stopping, shifting in and out of gear.

His engine rumble starts to grow louder again.

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