The Killer Page #11

4/6/92 D.G., W.H. 18.

Blood stained.

He touches it...

JENNY:

Wouldn't you like to sit down?

He doesn't move.

JENNY:

You're looking at the scarf, aren't you?

JEFF:

The bloodstains are yours?

JENNY:

The man who did this to me used it to bandage me.

JEFF:

Why do you keep it?

JENNY:

I keep momentos of all the big events in my life.

Jeff doesn't have much to say to this.

JENNY:

I'm sorry I'm so bitter, but I can't stop myself --

I should be brave and cheerful. Positive and op-

timistic. But, I don't feel any of that. Maybe I will

sometime, but not now. I'm blind and depressed and

bad tempered. Good company, don't you think?

JEFF:

I was never crazy about brave and cheerful.

He sits down next to her.

JENNY:

I haven't seen my face in six months. I wonder if I've

lost my looks.

JEFF:

You don't have to worry.

JENNY:

Are you feeling sorry for me or taking advantage of

me?

JEFF:

Both.

He kisses her.

She accepts the kiss.

Seems to enjoy it.

Then suddenly pulls back...

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JENNY:

I think you should go.

She stands. So does he.

JEFF:

Can I see you again?

JENNY:

No. It's not a good idea.

JEFF:

I'd like to.

JENNY:

I sing every night in a bar. You can see me there.

JEFF:

Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

Moves to the door.

Looks back and smiles.

Realizes it's a smile she'll never see.

Turns and goes.

EXT. STREET - ABERDEEN DISTRICT - NIGHT

A white Daimler rolling along a quiet, narrow street --

INT. DAIMLER - CHANG - LEE

Chang drives.

Lee practices shoving a speed loader into a .357 Magnum.

CHANG:

It's perfect. Eddy'll never make you for a cop.

LEE:

You don't think I look like a police officer?

CHANG:

Not like a local cop anyway.

LEE:

Your man Eddy is a pretty bad boy?

CHANG:

Not just bad. Insane. And no problem pulling the

trigger.

LEE:

Great. Tell me about him. Make me hate him.

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