THE MORBID SEVEN RISE AGAIN Page #7

INT. PIZZUTO ESPRESSO (NEW YORK) - DAY

Eli walks in Pizzuto Espresso on the corner West 76th Street and goes straight in the Men’s Bathroom.

BATHROOM:

He takes out his new contact lenses. He looks in the mirror and keeps blinking his eyelids. He puts in the lenses and suddenly they feel comfortable. And a sigh of relief. He looks in the mirror once more, adjusts his tie, shirt collar and moves out.

COFFEE SHOP:

He takes a seat near the entrance. And waits. His latte is getting rather cold. At 11.30, Magda comes in and is greeted by one of the waiters.

WAITER:

The usual Mrs. Golding.

She nods and looks for a seat. Eli calls her.

MAGDA:

Oh Zach, what a surprise. What you’re doing here, you’re supposed to be at work. Let me join you.

ELI:

Too much pressure the last few days. I thought I relax a little and hear your beautiful voice in more pleasant surroundings.

MAGDA:

(stares at his eyes)

That’s unusual Zach, but thank you. Tell me about your experience in Bucharest.

ELI:

I didn’t have any. I was cold dead.

MAGDA:

That’s true. You haven’t changed one bit, but I meant to ask you. The tattoo you have on your rump, is it still there?

Eli hesitates for a while. No answer is forthcoming.

MAGDA:

Well, Zach what do you say?

ELI:

You never asked me personal questions like this before. Of course, it’s still there. What else would you like to talk about?

MAGDA:

Zach never had any tattoos and his eyes were always a shade lighter. Exactly like yours when you take your lenses off.

ELI:

But Magda ...

MAGDA:

Stop fooling around. You don’t need to go through all this. Follow me and I will give you an induction lesson. Just this once, you understand.

Eli is absolutely stunned. He leaves a $50 bill, wipes some light sweat off his brow and follows Magda out of the door like a good sheep.

INT. MOTEL RECEPTION - DAY

Doc Garner checks in at the ‘DEAD COWBOY MOTEL,’ in a small nondescript township in South Dallas. The RECEPTIONIST takes his credit card.

RECEPTIONIST:

Visa is fine, payment accepted, here’s your keys. There is five hundred dollars extra security.

GARNER:

Just checking aloud ma’am. Room 114, looks out on the car park, window faces afternoon sun, full-sized wooden easel mirror which I can move around. I want to see my whole persona in it. All good ma’am.

RECEPTIONIST:

(frowns)

You got it. You wonder about the name ‘Dead Cowboy Motel?’

GARNER:

Well of course, ma’am.

RECEPTIONIST:

All end up dead. That’s why I wanted extra security.

MOTEL ROOM:

Doc walks in the room. The sun was really bright. He positions the mirror in front of the window. Changes into the Wyatt Earp outfit.

Puts the television on, inserts a DVD and watches clips from ‘Tombstone’. It is a standoff between Ringo and Doc Holliday. Gun spinning tricks.

He tries to replicate but he is rather slow. He puts on the moustache, looks in the mirror, gets in the right posture, adjusts his hat for the sun and moves fast to draw.

He tries this routine again. Then he practices the fast loading of ammo and empties the magazines again. And then a few more times.

He picks the shotgun and fires blanks. Then, looking away from the mirror he picks the pump, turns fast and pulls. It is loaded. He blows the window out of the wall. Mirror glass on the inside and window glass litters the outside.

Cop cars and sirens are heard and five minutes later, they show up at the scene of the crime, lights still whirring and sirens still blaring.

Officer Hank Jenkins looks a replica of Major ‘King’ Kong in ‘Dr Strangelove.’ He storms out of the car. He charges, shotgun in hand, pointing towards the broken window. Then he crouches and moves carefully towards the door, shouts out some orders, then looks left and looks right.

OFFICER:

This is Officer Jenkins, drop your weapon, come out with your hands up or we’re coming in.

GARNER:

It was an accident, ain’t coming out, need to clean up first.

Officer Jenkins, still with a mouthful of chewing tobacco, shoots out a spit, hits the wall, straightens himself up, sinks his boot in the door and he busts it open.

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