Blood Simple Page #8

RAY:

Like to have seen his face when he

found the dead end.

In the background we see Marty's car roar by in the opposite

direction.

MOUNT BONNEL EVENING

LATERAL TRACK:

Moving past a row of cars parked on an overlook near the top

of the mountain. Below we can see the lights of the city of

Austin. The lot is littered with beer cans. We hear the sound

of rock music coming from various car radios. Several

teenagers lean against cars drinking beer; inside the cars

we can see the vague forms of others.

TEENAGER:

Hey mister, how'd you break your

pussyfinger?

His friends laugh.

TRACK PULLING MARTY

Ignoring the laughter as he walks past the cars, apparently

looking for someone. His right index finger is taped up in

an aluminum splint.

MARTY'S POV

At the end of a row of cars we see a green Volkswagon bug.

Leaning against the hood is Visser, still dressed in his

rumpled yellow suit. He is smoking a cigarette, talking to a

sixteen-year-old girl in shorts and a tube top. When he

notices Marty:

VISSER:

(to the girl)

Sorry sweetheart, my date is here...

The girl drifts off. Marty enters frame and Visser turns to

him.

VISSER:

...She saw me rolling a cigarette

and thought it was marijuana.

(he laughs)

I guess she thought I was a swinger.

Visser open the back door of the car. Marty ignores the

invitation, walks around to the front on the passenger side

and gets in.

INT. VISSER'S CAR

As Visser gets into the driver's seat. A small topless doll

is suspended from the rearview mirror. Visser gives it a

tap. As it swings back and forth two small lights, one behind

each breast, blink on and off.

VISSER:

Idnat wild?

Both men sit watching the doll intently.

Finally Marty reaches up and stops its swinging with the

rounded end of his splint. Visser eyes the splint.

VISSER:

(genially)

Stick your finger up the wrong

person's ass?

Marty is silent, but Visser is in a good mood.

VISSER:

You know a friend of mine broke his

hand a while back. Put in a cast.

Very next day he takes a fall,

protects his bad hand, falls on his

good one, breaks that too. So now

he's got two busted flippers and I

say to him "Creighton, I hope your

wife loves you. 'Cause for the next

five weeks you cannot wipe your own

goddamn ass..."

Overcome by laughter. Finally:

VISSER:

...That's the test, ain't it? Test

of true love--

MARTY:

Got a job for you.

VISSER:

(settling down)

...Well, if the pay's right and it's

legal I'll do it.

MARTY:

It's not strictly legal.

Visser shrugs, lights up another cigarette with his

fraternally inscribed lighter and drops the lighter onto the

dashboard.

VISSER:

If the pay's right I'll do it.

MARTY:

It's, uh... it's in reference to

that gentleman and my wife. The more

I think about it the more irritated

I get.

VISSER:

Yeah? Well how irritated are you?

Marty doesn't answer. Finally Visser laughs.

VISSER:

...Gee, I'm sorry to hear that. Can

you tell me what you want me to do

or is it a secret?

MARTY:

Listen, I'm not--this isn't a joke

here.

Visser eyes him, still smiling. Finally he shrugs.

VISSER:

You want me to kill 'em.

MARTY:

I didn't say that.

(a pause)

Well?

VISSER:

Well what?

MARTY:

What do you think?

VISSER:

You're an idiot.

Marty's shoulders slump. He seems less tense, almost relieved.

MARTY:

So, uh... this wouldn't interest

you.

VISSER:

I didn't say that. All I said was

you're an idiot. Hell, you been

thinking about it so much it's driving

you simple.

They are staring at each other.

MARTY:

Ten thousand dollars I'll give you.

Visser laughs again.

VISSER:

I'm supposed to do a murder--two

murders--and just trust you not to

go simple on me and do something

stupid. I mean real stupid. Now why

should I trust you?

MARTY:

For the money.

VISSER:

(sobering)

The money. Yeah. That's a right smart

of money...

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