Feast Page #10

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Trampy is teary-eyed staring at her folded hands. Heroine

notices.

ADULTERER:

(flustered)

Diane don't do this now. I'll explain

later. Not now! We can... I'm at a

bar... look... shut up! JUST SHUT UP

AND GET IN THE F***ING BASEMENT,

DIANE! Diane! Diane?... Hello? Dammit!

I lost the signal!

Adulterer gets up, a bit dazed.

ADULTERER:

(growing in intensity)

Okay. Okay. Look now, I gotta get

outta here! I gotta go! My wife...

See my wife is alone... I gotta go!

She could be in trouble. I GOTTA GO!

He backs up and moves towards the front door. Heroine shuffles

into his path, hands raised.

HEROINE:

I wouldn't do that.

Adulterer, violently grabs Heroine to shove her away.

ADULTERER:

F*** you, b*tch!

WHAM! WHAM! BAM! Heroine nails Adulterer with THREE HITS to

the chin, throat and chest.

Heroine takes him by the forearm and FLIPS him to the floor.

Heroine pulls a KNIFE from her belt buckle and has it under

Adulterer's chin.

HEROINE:

YOU CAN RISK YOUR LIFE, BUT NOT MINE!

YOU PULL THAT TOUGH BOY SH*T ONE

MORE TIME AND I'LL SLICE YOU FROM

NECK TO NUTS!

Bartender aims The Judge.

ROADIE:

I'd listen to her if I were you.

Adulterer nods obediently. Heroine removes the knife from

his neck and plants it back into her buckle.

Adulterer slowly rolls upright, beaten.

ADULTERER:

(re:
Bartender,

catching breath)

You willing to shoot me?

BARTENDER:

If it keeps us alive.

BOSS MAN:

Save your energy for a real problem.

Adulterer moves from the door.

ADULTERER:

(to bar)

You can't keep me here. This is

bullshit. F***in' bullshit. This is

f***ing BULLSHIT!

HEROINE:

We can't risk letting them in.

ADULTERER:

(trembling, pissed)

Right.

Heroine kicks loose a metal footrest pole.

The Bartender sets down the Judge to clean his face and arms

in the sink.

BARTENDER:

(sotto)

This sh*t burns.

Good Guy approaches Adulterer and touches his arm.

GOOD GUY:

Just take a seat.

ADULTERER:

Don't touch me!

Adulterer takes his seat. He looks over at the half bald

Trampy. She looks at him, hurt.

He covers his face in shame. Good Guy takes the phone back.

Heroine slides the thick metal pole through the double door

handles. The slide sends the Rust Red shotgun back into her

hands. She turns and c*cks the weapon.

BAM! BAM! BAM! Junior Beast bangs around in the ice cooler,

doing himself more damage than good.

BOZO:

I think it's hungry again.

Heroine moves close, her gun raised.

HEROINE:

We have to kill it.

(to Boss Man)

Can you help?

Boss Man aims his .38.

Like he knows what is coming, Junior Beast goes wild, trying

to get out.

HEROINE:

Fire!

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Bullets rip through the cooler.

Junior squeals. More shots. Casings hit the ground.

Smoke rises. Boss Man's .38 is empty.

Bozo is the first to lean in.

BOZO:

I think we got --

RAH! A tiny white arm fires out from the cooler grabbing

Bozo's leg. Bozo yelps. Junior shrieks.

Tuffy shoves The Judge into a hole and...

BLAM! Guts splatter. Junior's greenish-blood drips out of

the many holes.

Bozo falls back unscathed. He catches his breath and looks

to Tuffy. She is born again, hard.

TUFFY:

You're welcome.

GOOD GIRL:

Jesus, it took all that? All those

bullets? How can we possibly fight

off the others?

ROADIE:

We'll think of somethin'.

GOOD GUY:

Maybe we don't have to fight them.

BOZO:

What you wanna do, call 'em names?

Everyone is waiting for a little more.

GOOD GUY:

No, scare them. Scare them right

back. This is a species stand-off.

We just need to show them we're not

vulnerable. That we're formidable.

ADULTERER:

How?

GOOD GUY:

I need a stick.

Bartender opens the cooler's lid and carefully pulls out

Junior Beast with salad tongs. The carcass falls to the floor

with a SPLAT.

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