The White Angel Page #7

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STECKLER:

You have no choice ELLEN, you will write

this book...

STECKLER exits. CARTER sits absolutely still, like a rabbit after a

truck has passed - she hears the front door click shut and sees

STECKLER walk down the garden path...

CARTER suddenly leaps to her feet and runs into the KITCHEN

57 INT DAY KITCHEN - CARTER tears in and grabs the biggest knife she can

find in the knife rack. She whips round, pointing it out - her back to

the wall...

CARTER:

(Quietly) F***...Oh F*** ...Oh f***

58 EXT NIGHT CRIME SCENE OFFICES - A heavy sky looms overhead - police

sirens wail.

59 INT NIGHT TRUE CRIME OFFICES - The offices are dark, only the

occasional light illuminates the night. A street lamp cast WEIRD and

ugly shadows across the walls.

CARTER sits in a pool of light cast from a nearby desk lamp. Her eyes

are blood shot, her face blank. A cigarette burns in her fingers. Her

fingers dart through a Rolidex...

Suddenly there is a slight noise behind her, a click, a creak. Slowly,

she wraps her hand around the knife she had in the kitchen.

Without warning she spins round, brandishing the blade - only to

confront DEZERAE CAMPBELL - her boss!

DEZERAE nearly dies of a heart attack - only narrowly avoiding a

spillage of her coffee which she clasps in her hand

DEZERAE:

OH MY GAWD!

CARTER:

I'm sorry - I didn't think

DEZERAE:

A person could get killed round here

just for working late

CARTER smiles at DEZERAES curt response

CARTER:

I thought you were someone else

DEZERAE:

Well I'm glad I'm not them - what are

you doing here so late? Come to that,

what the hell have you got that for?

She points to the knife

(CONTINUED)

59 CONTINUED:

CARTER:

I thought someone was following me - I -

er - (Changes subject) I just needed my

computer and some things...Listen, I'd

like to work from home for a few weeks -

is that OK?

DEZERAE:

(Pause) Why don't you take a few weeks

off - you're due some holiday time.

CARTER smiles

CARTER:

Sounds good - thank you

DEZERAE:

Don't mention it - now can I get back to

my accounts, or do you want to fillet

me?

CARTER laughs as DEZERAE turns and leaves. CARTER watches her as she

enters her office, wittering to herself.

She picks up the phone and returns to her rolidex - she stops at a card

- ALAN SMITH

60 INT NIGHT HOUSE - The phone rings...A little girl with a party hat

picks up the receiver...

LITTLE GIRL:

Hello?... GRANDAD! It's for you...

ALAN SMITH, the gangster we met at the beginning of the film walks in,

also wearing a party hat. He takes the phone -

SMITH:

Thank you Darling - you go on back to

your friends...

The little girl prances off back to her party...

SMITH:

Hello?

61 INT NIGHT TRUE CRIME OFFICES -

(CONTINUED)

61 CONTINUED:

CARTER:

Hello, ALAN - It's ELLEN CARTER here

from CRIME SCENE - yes - I remember you

said that if I needed something, I could

come to you...

62 EXT NIGHT CASH POINT - CARTER is at a cashpoint. Everywhere is

deserted. She feels intensely lonely - and very very afraid of the

shadows. She glances at her watch as she withdraws a huge wad of notes.

63 INT NIGHT HARDWARE STORE - We see a pile of cans which read "ANT

POISON". CARTER takes one down and looks at it - paying attention to

the contents... It reads, "8.5% Arsenic - POISON".

She takes it and walks to the checkout.

64 EXT NIGHT SPARE PARTS SHOP - CARTER pulls up in front of a run down,

scruffy shop with spare tyres in the window. The lights are off.

She clambers from her car and knocks on the door - After a moment the

door opens to reveal an odd looking man, dark with a slight limp - he

replies with a broad cockney accent -

JOHN:

ALAN sent you - right?

CARTER nods

65 INT NIGHT CAR SHOP - CARTER steps into the shop which is filled with

car spare parts, seats, tyres, windows - everything you could ever

imagine. Its cramped and claustrophobic -

JOHN walks behind the counter - reaches under and retrieves a very

large and oddly shaped tool box -

CARTER watches anxiously - JOHN opens up the case to reveal a vast

array of weapons - from small pistols to fully automatic assault

riffles -

JOHN:

What do you want?

CARTER is obviously a little weapon shy - if not downright ignorant.

(CONTINUED)

65 CONTINUED:

CARTER:

I want a gun - (embarrassed) - There's

this guy, I think he's watching me - You

know I'd just feel safer with a gun in

the house - I wouldn't use it - just for

show

JOHN:

Whatever you say Lady

JOHN frowns and reaches in, pulling out an Ouzi sub machine gun.

JOHN:

This'll stop anything that moves

CARTER:

No - something smaller I think

He replaces the weapon and withdraws a small handgun...He racks it,

checking the chamber and the mechanism...CARTER jumps slightly at the

loud metallic chang.

JOHN:

Browning 9mm - holds 13 in the clip, one

in the chamber - and I'll throw in two

extra clips and a silencer...

He holds out the extra bullet clips before screwing the silencer onto

the front of the gun. He passes it to her. She holds it clumsily, if

not a little repulsed by it.

CARTER:

I will need the bullets...

JOHN:

No problem - that's a good gun - got a

nice action - try it...

CARTER holds the gun up at arms length - unsure of what to do. She

squints and aims before pulling the trigger...CLICK!

CUT TO -

A huge wad of notes is dropped on the counter. CARTER turns to leave...

66 INT NIGHT HALLWAY (AT 66 ACACIA AVENUE) - CARTER enters her front door,

closing it quietly behind her. She doesn't turn the lights on.

(CONTINUED)

66 CONTINUED:

The faint sound of classical music and laughter comes from the living

room - Slowly she walks toward the closed door. She reaches out and

opens it...

67 INT NIGHT LIVING ROOM - She steps into the room. STECKLER and MIK are

sat at a table together having dinner - MIK looks round smiling.

MIK:

ELLEN! You're back - come and join us...

You must be tired - LESLIE told me how

you spent the whole day knocking out

that hole...Funny place to put a fish

tank though.

CARTER looks over at STECKLER obviously not too pleased.

STECKLER:

I thought I would cook us a meal

MIK offers some spare ribs...It seems important to STECKLER that CARTER

join them at the table

CARTER:

(Sickened) No thank you - I already ate

MIK crunches hard on a bone -

MIK:

Oh come on ELLEN, they're the nicest

ribs I have ever tasted

MIK looks round at STECKLER, she's feeling full, tipsy and sexy -

MIK:

(Caressing STECKLERS hand) LESLIE is a

very talented cook - he says there's

nothing he can't do with red meat and

wine!

She holds up her glass to CARTER...STECKLER pulls his hand away from

MIK, looking down - avoiding the contact

CARTER:

(Coldly to STECKLER) I'm sure that's

true...

STECKLER stands to clear the table....

(CONTINUED)

67 CONTINUED:

STECKLER:

(To CARTER) If you want any - there's

some left in the kitchen

CARTER:

I think I will pass...

STECKLER walks out of the room - carrying the huge platter

STECKLER:

Dessert is on it's way

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