Nurse Betty Page #9

WESLEY:

A mark, huh?

Wesley takes a jab at Del's forehead with his knife, leaving

a small cut.

Del starts twitching, rocking back and forth as Wesley grabs

a fistful of his hair.

WESLEY (cont'd)

Shut the f*** up! I bleed more than that

when I shave...

Del stops moving. He breathes furiously through his nostrils.

CHARLIE:

Now. I want to know the particulars of

your stupid act:
how you got what

doesn't belong to you, who helped you get

it, and of course, where it is now.

Charlie pulls the socks out of Del's mouth. Del splutters,

gasping for air.

DEL:

It's in the Buick! I swear to God it's

all there!

28 INT. BLAKE DANIELS' OFFICE - DAY (ON TV SCREEN) 28

David enters. Blake nods to him grimly.

DAVID:

You wanted to see me, Blake?

BLAKE:

I wish I could say I had good news.

(off David's look)

David, I'll get right to the point.

Chloe Jensen has filed charges of sexual

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assault against you.

(BEAT)

You can continue to practice at L.A.

County, but I'm afraid I have to revoke

your privileges here at Loma Vista until

this is resolved.

HOLD on David's shocked expression ... MUSIC UP AS

DEL (O.S.)

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!

Betty's not sure what Del said, but the panic in his voice

got through. She hits PAUSE and takes a look.

29 INT. BETTY'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT 29

Del is facing her, tiny rivulets of blood running into his

terrified eyes. Wesley stands at his shoulder, still holding

a handful of his hair, still poised with the knife.

DEL:

I got it from a truck driver named Duane

Cooley, out of Amarillo. He brings my

cars down from Detroit. But I haven't

touched it, I swear to you... Please!

Please! Please!

Annoyed, Charlie stuffs the socks back in Del's mouth.

Betty stares. Her gaze shifts from Del to Wesley, drawn by

Wesley's demonic expression.

CHARLIE:

Consider yourself lucky. Luckier than

those 'Injuns' you have such contempt

for.

Wesley stares at the top of Del's head. Betty stares at

Wesley. Charlie walks into the kitchen for another drink.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

I'll tell you, if anyone got a raw deal

it's the American Indian. This country

has a black mark on its soul for what was

done to them.

Wesley's nostrils flare. Betty leans forward.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

I'm all for them owning casinos, getting

rich off the white man's greed. It's a

beautiful piece of irony, isn't it,

Wesley?

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WESLEY:

IT SURE IS!!

And with a long SCREAM, Wesley rips Del's scalp from his

head. It makes a sickening sound like fabric tearing. For a

long moment, there is only silence. An eerie silence.

Suddenly, Del SCREAMS into his socks and thrashes in his

seat, blood pouring down his head on all sides.

Somehow, he manages to get to his feet, the chair still taped

to him, and begins smashing into whatever is near. Blood

flies and curios shatter as Del thunders through the room. A

dying bull, only messier. It's quite a show.

CHARLIE:

JESUS CHRIST!!!

Wesley steps back, staring at the dripping scalp in his hand,

as if wondering how it got there. Betty is transfixed,

horrified.

Charlie re-enters. The two men look at each other over Del's

MUFFLED SCREAMS as he plows headlong into wooden paneling, a

china cabinet, and finally, back toward them near the

breakfast counter. Del bashes blindly into it.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

(to Wesley)

What the f*** is the matter with you?!

Wesley is practically foaming at the mouth, still rushing on

what he did. Charlie draws a silenced pistol and mercifully

SHOOTS Del through the head. The big man stops suddenly,

blinks once or twice, topples over.

30 INT. BETTY'S HOUSE - DEN - NIGHT 30

Betty points her remote at the dining room and clicks it, as

if trying to make the image disappear. Finally, she gives

up, slowly turning away from the carnage and aims at the TV.

"A Reason to Love" pauses on the face of David Ravell and

Betty sits in absolute silence.

31 INT. BETTY'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT 31

Charlie quickly begins to hide their tracks, producing a

plastic baggie and collecting the beer cans and his own

glass. He also wipes down the fridge as Wesley watches.

CHARLIE:

Are you out of your mind? You scalped

him!

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WESLEY:

You told me how to do it!

CHARLIE:

That was to get him to talk!

(BEAT)

Get rid of that thing, will you?

Wesley crosses to the garbage can, steps on the lever. He

looks at the scalp one more time before dropping it in.

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