Killing Zoe Page #2

ZED(O.S.)

(from the bathroom)

What's your name?

ZOEY:

Zoe or Zoey. Which ever you like.

ZED(O.S.)

My name's Zed.

ZOEY:

(smiling at this)

That's funny. We both have Z names.

Zed comes walking out of the bathroom drying his hair. His

pants are on.

ZED:

What was that?

She notices his pants.

ZOEY:

You can take those off. The pants.

ZED:

I'd rather watch you get undressed first.

ZOEY:

(matter-of-factly)

Alright.

She stands up and starts to lift her top off. He stops her.

ZED:

Slower.

He lays down on the bed.

She stands there looking at him and then smiles.

ZOEY:

Alright Mister America. Zed.

Then, with Zed laying on the bed and watching her, she

slowly, seductively strips in front of him, never taking her

eyes from his eyes, until she is totally naked.

ZOEY:

Slow enough for you?

Then, like a cat prowling for it's prey, she crawls over the

bed to him and begins to unbuckle his pants.

She removes the pants and climbs on top of him. They begin

to make love.

On the television, "Nosferatu" silently plays.

Zoey and Zed quicken their pace with an urgency one can't

resist during a moment of passion.

She cries out and lowers herself to his grasp. An IMAGE

overcomes her mind.

They quicken to an almost violent speed and then expire, both

satisfied.

She begins to kiss him multiple times over the face.

ZOEY:

C'etait formidable.

She rolls over, still hugging him, purring like a kitten.

They rest there for a while...holding each other.

ZOEY:

I'm cold.

She takes the covers and crawls under them, so does Zed.

ZOEY:

Zed?

ZED:

Yes?

ZOEY:

Moises told me you were in town for

business.

ZED:

Yes.

ZOEY:

What kind of business?

ZED:

Why?

ZOEY:

I don't know. I'm just curious.

ZED:

Do you ask all your clients questions?

ZOEY:

No. Just the ones I like.

ZED:

So you like me?

ZOEY:

Yes.

ZED:

Why?

ZOEY:

Because you're...a good person. I run

into some real creeps. You know.

ZED:

How do you know I'm a good person?

ZOEY:

Body language. We fit together.

ZED:

All men and women fit together. Hell,

even some men fit together.

ZOEY:

No, but you know, we clicked. You made

me orgasm. Do you know how often I

orgasm with a man Moises sets me up with?

ZED:

No I don't.

ZOEY:

Usually never. They're almost always fat

like pigs.

Zed laughs at this.

ZOEY:

And you make me feel safe. That's

something more important than the orgasm.

An integral part maybe of the orgasm.

ZED:

I never really thought of it like that.

ZOEY:

Well, it's true.

Zed nods at this.

ZOEY:

Turn off the television.

Zed reaches over and turns it off from the console.

ZOEY:

So I mean it when I tell you Zed, I like

you very much.

ZED:

Well, I like you too Zoe.

ZOEY:

Honest?

He nods.

ZOEY:

Why? For the same reason? Any man can

orgasm. Even with his own hand.

Zed stares ahead as he thinks of an answer.

ZED:

Well, I like your honesty. You're open.

Unlike most prostitutes I've been with.

She doesn't like the sound of this. She slaps him.

ZOEY:

I am not a prostitute!

Zed is a little surprised at this.

ZED:

Really? Can I have my francs back then?

ZOEY:

I'm a student. And to pay for the

classes I became an escort. It's my

choice to sleep with you.

ZED:

I see.

ZOEY:

What? You don't understand.

ZED:

No, I do.

ZOEY:

Hey, it's not easy.

ZED:

I didn't say it was.

ZOEY:

I'm here because I want to.

ZED:

Okay, okay relax. What school do you go

to?

ZOEY:

The Centre du Art, Paris.

ZED:

That's really interesting. What kind of

art do you study?

ZOEY:

Not any of the old sh*t.

ZED:

Oh.

ZOEY:

I have a day job too. Three times a

week.

She rolls onto her back and stares into an imaginary world as

she talks to Zed.

ZOEY:

But someday there will be only my art.

ZED:

What kind of things do you paint?

ZOEY:

I don't paint. I make things. Objects.

Not like sculpture. Like life...but with

no narrative. I want when someone looks

at one of my objects for there to be no

reference to the world. Void of feeling,

emotion...void of destiny. Those are

left for me. They belong only to me. If

someone else can see into it...then it is

no longer mine. I have failed. And I

would destroy it. I don't care how much

cash they would offer me. It would be

sh*t. I can't tell you how many objects

of mine have been destroyed. They told

too much about me. And if someone wants

to know something about me...I'll tell

them myself. The way I'm telling you.

She looks back at him.

ZOEY:

What I do I do only for the objects.

ZED:

I'd like to see one of these.

ZOEY:

What? So you could see the work of a

whore?

He decides to put a stop to this once and for all.

ZED:

Zoey. I'm sorry for calling you a

prostitute. I didn't understand the

difference.

ZOEY:

The difference is a prostitute would have

lied to you about her orgasm.

He gives her a kiss.

ZED:

If these things you make are as true as

you are...I'm sure they're as

indescribable. Perhaps, someday, you'll

make one...about me.

ZOEY:

If I do...you'll never know which one it

is. Because I'll be the only one who

understands. I'll be the only one who

can look into it and see where in my life

it came from.

Zed is unable to speak. They look into each others eyes for

a long moment, hearing the sounds of the city drift in

through the window. Then she leans forward and gives him a

soft understanding kiss.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ZED'S ROOM - NIGHT

Zed is asleep. Zoey is asleep in his arms.

There is a knocking at the door.

Zed opens his eyes.

The knock becomes a pound.

Zed gets up and puts on his pants. Zoey gets up and looks

around.

ZOEY:

(groggily)

What time is it?

ZED:

I have no idea. Night time.

There is more pounding on the door.

ZOEY:

I'm going to take a shower.

She trots off naked to the bathroom and starts the shower.

Zed walks over to the door and opens it up.

Standing in the hall is Eric, a Frenchman of Zed's age

wearing baggy French-style clothes.

ERIC:

(with a thick accent)

Hey you madman!

Zed's happy to see him.

ZED:

Eric. Come in.

They hug.

ERIC:

What happened to you? I thought you were

going to call.

Eric walks in and starts to notice the traces of wild love

making around the room.

ERIC:

(smiling)

Oh I see. You have been busy.

ZED:

Sorry, I asked the hotel to give me a

wake up call.

ERIC:

That's good, but now I am here. So let's

go. We have a lot to talk about.

ZED:

What about the girl?

ERIC:

Is she your girlfriend?

ZED:

No.

ERIC:

F*** her.

He peeks into the bathroom.

ERIC:

She's a dishrag whore. Kick her out.

ZED:

I'll let her stay here tonight.

ERIC:

Don't be silly. It's dangerous.

Eric walks into the bathroom.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - BATHROOM - NIGHT

Eric walks up to the shower and knocks on the door. Zoey is

obviously surprised to see him.

ERIC:

(in French with English

subtitles)

[Okay. Get out of the shower. It's time

for you to leave.]

ZOEY:

[F*** you.]

Eric opens up the door and yanks her out of the shower.

ERIC:

[No. Come on you f***ing slut!]

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