Killing Zoe Page #3

She shrieks.

ZOEY:

[Let go of me you sh*t!!]

He drags her out into the room, she is dripping wet.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Zed can't believe this.

ZED:

Eric.

ERIC:

(to Zed)

Don't worry about her.

(to Zoey in French)

[Why don't you just go back to your pimp

and suck his black dick!]

She bites his hand. He yells in pain.

ERIC:

God damn it!

He kicks her in the butt and sends her toward the door.

ERIC:

[Get the f*** out of here you f***ing

whore!]

He opens the door and throws her into the hall.

INT. HOTEL - HALL - NIGHT

Naked, Zoey falls into the hall.

Eric slams the door shut.

She is instantly back on her feet and screaming as she pounds

on the door.

ZOEY:

[Give me my clothes you a**hole!]

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

She is pounding on the door.

ERIC:

(looking at his hand wound)

God damn it. Look at my hand.

ZED:

(shocked at the whole incident)

Jesus Eric.

ZOEY(O.S.)

Ouvres! Je veux mes habits!

Eric listens.

ERIC:

Oh sh*t. Her clothes.

He picks up her clothes and her bag, opens the door, and

throws it into the hall just long enough for her to yell at

him.

ZOEY:

(almost too quick to

understand)

Tu te prends pour qui espece de connard!?

ERIC:

La ferme!

He slams the door shut.

Then he turns to Zed.

ERIC:

So tell me, what have you been up to?

Zed sits down on the bed.

ZOEY(O.S.)

Allez vous faire enculer tous le deux!

ZED:

Eric, I liked that girl.

ERIC:

Oh. Well, then why didn't you stop me.

ZED:

Because you were on a rampage.

ERIC:

Look, your whole life you've done nothing

but f*** whores. A girl like that will

give you AIDS. Why don't you find a nice

girl in the suburbs?

ZED:

Because when you need to get off you

don't want to have to date for months to

do it.

ERIC:

Just use your hand like me.

ZED:

Sometimes you just need honesty...and

security.

ERIC:

I don't understand. Anyway, it's too

late. Get dressed, let's go out and meet

the boys.

ZED:

Okay, let me take a shower.

ERIC:

No, in Paris it's good to smell like

you've been f***ing. It will make them

respect you.

ZED:

Oh.

ERIC:

Just put on a shirt and a sport coat.

Zed starts to get dressed

EXT. BOULEVARD SAINT MICHEL - NIGHT

The McDonalds on the corner of Boulevard Saint Michel and Rue

Soufflot is bustling.

Eric's Citroen screeches around the corner on it's way past

the Pantheon and into the heart of the fifth Arrondissment.

INT. ERIC'S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT

Eric and Zed are driving through the streets of Paris in

Eric's car. The grooving Ryuichi Sakamoto song "Triste" is

playing on the radio.

ERIC:

I'm glad you came. How long has it been?

ZED:

Years.

ERIC:

It's amazing, you know? Here you are.

One day in America. Now here.

ZED:

Well, to be honest there really wasn't

much happening for me in the states.

ERIC:

But in Paris your old friend Eric has a

job for you, so you came. That's good.

ZED:

How could I resist your invitation?

ERIC:

You would have been stupid to.

ZED:

So what have you been doing here?

ERIC:

After school I spent some time in Algeria

studying African philosophy. And then I

bummed around. You know. For fun. For

a while I worked at Le Figaro. The

newspaper.

ZED:

Really?

ERIC:

Yes. With an assumed Masters degree.

And lately we have just been bombing

fascists here in Paris. You know, like

terrorists.

Zed looks over at him.

ERIC:

It's fun.

CUT TO:

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - OUTER STAIRWELL - NIGHT

Eric and Zed walk up the stairs to the fifth floor where

Eric's flat is. On the top landing there is a dead cat

laying. Zed and Eric notice the cat as Eric is opening the

door.

There is also a telephone coming out of the neighbors door.

ERIC:

The people next door are on holiday. We

took their phone. If you want to make a

long distance call, go ahead.

ZED:

Is that cat dead?

ERIC:

I don't know. I think it's asleep but

it's been there for days.

Eric gives it a kick. No response.

ERIC:

I guess it is dead.

They walk into the flat.

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Eric's flat consists of a good sized living room area with a

connected kitchen and a small bedroom in the back. In the

front of the living room there is a small balcony where the

sounds of the city pour in. The room itself is a general

mess. A bunch of guns are piled in one corner of the floor.

Hung up on the wall is a huge, French "Dressed To Kill"

poster.

Some Brazilian Gilberto/Getz music is playing.

Sitting at the table playing cards are three men: FRANCOIS,

RICARDO, and JEAN.

Sitting on the couch rolling a cigarette with hash is CLAUDE

and OLIVER.

They all turn as Zed and Eric walk in.

ERIC:

Hello.

They all return the greeting.

ERIC:

(to Zed)

Okay. This is Francois, Ricardo, Jean,

Oliver, and Claude. Got it?

ZED:

I will.

ERIC:

They all know who you are.

(to the rest of them)

Ne soyez pa salauds. Offrez une biere au

plus grand perceur de coffres.

Oliver stands up and walks to the kitchen.

OLIVER:

(with an English accent)

Zed, would you like a beer?

ZED:

Thanks.

OLIVER:

Don't think of it.

CLAUDE:

(to Zed)

Come. Sit down.

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - KITCHEN - NIGHT

The kitchen is an absolute pig stye. Dishes are piled up in

the sink and on the counter.

Oliver grabs a glass that has some old beer in it and empties

it. He scratches some filth off of it and pours some beer

into the glass.

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Zed takes a seat on the couch next to Claude.

Suddenly, a SPIDER MONKEY dressed in a little Uncle Sam

costume comes screeching up onto Zed's lap and then up onto

his head, the whole time clawing at his eyes.

Eric, amused, turns from the men playing cards and smiles.

CLAUDE:

(to Zed)

Easy. Don't scare him. He just wants to

claim you.

Zed is frozen as the monkey climbs around him and then onto

Claude's shoulder.

CLAUDE:

Let me introduce you properly. This is

Enrique.

The monkey screeches.

CLAUDE:

He likes to be called Chim Chim, but we

don't always get what we like...do we?

Again, the hideous creature screeches.

CLAUDE:

(to Enrique)

Tais-toi!

(then to Zed)

Do you like hash?

Then Eric interrupts.

ERIC:

(jokingly)

Don't sit next to that junkie.

CLAUDE:

Ahhhhhh!

Claude throws a lit cigarette at him which explodes into a

mass of sparks. They laugh.

ERIC:

(to Claude)

That little sh*t monkey of yours pissed

on my Billy Holiday albums. Next time

he's out the door.

(to Zed)

Zed, come here.

Zed gets up and goes with Eric to the bedroom. On the way

Oliver hands him the glass of beer.

OLIVER:

Here you go mate.

ZED:

Thanks.

Oliver sits down next to Claude.

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Eric's bed has probably never been made. In fact, this room

looks a lot like Quentin Tarantino's old apartment. But,

there is a certain order to all this chaos. Eric pulls out a

blueprint and spreads it out over the bed.

ERIC:

Don't ask me where we got this.

ZED:

Okay.

ERIC:

On Bastille Day, all the banks are

closed.

He places his hand on the blueprint.

ERIC:

But this one. BIP. The Banque

Internationale de Paris. And for being

greedy capitalists perhaps they will

remain closed next Bastille day. Yes?

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