Very Bad Things Page #9

TINA:

(to Boyd)

You said just dancing.

BOYD:

(re:
money)

I'll take good care of you.

TINA:

(dead flat; re:
Michael)

With him.

(beat)

Lucky me.

Michael moves in on Tina. Hesitantly, she leads him into the

master bedroom.

MOORE:

She's f***ing hot!

ADAM:

I need a drink.

BOYD:

Tequila...

Boyd reaches for the bottle as the beat goes on.

HOTEL SUIT - MONTAGE

Distorted, a bit crooked. MUSIC and DIALOGUE constantly

changing levels. We're not sure who's saying what. We're not

sure of physical geography. The one thing we are sure of is

that MICHAEL is f***ing the hell out of Tina in the bathroom.

SERIES OF SHOTS:

MASTER BATHROOM:

Michael works Tina from behind.

SUITE:

MOORE bouncing off the furniture.

FISHER and ADAM, wildly high.

BOYD sprays beer on Adam, who returns fire. Drunk they start

wrestling, throwing each other around the room, knocking

over furniture.

BATHROOM:

Michael, tightly, ties Tina's hands behind her back with her

rubber hose.

TINA:

Oh come on.

MICHAEL:

I want to play.

TINA:

It's gonna cost extra.

MICHAEL:

I will pay.

SUITE:

Fisher spraying beer all over Adam and Boyd as they knock a

table over and end up tangled and brawling on the floor.

BATHROOM:

Michael screwing the hell out of Tina.

TINA:

Easy baby, easy.

SLOW MOTION INTERCUT:

SUITE:

Moore wildly leaps from the couch to the chair, to another

chair, back to the couch...

BATHROOM:

Michael plows like a monster into Tina, hands tied behind

her back...

CLOSE ON her stiletto heels, digging into the marble floor...

One of her heels breaks... she starts to slip...

SUITE:

Moore jumps, misses the chair, falling down on the glass

coffee table, GLASS EXPLODES...

BATHROOM:

Tina falls, Michael reaches too late, she can't break her

fall with her hands tied behind her... she's going down...

SUITE:

Moore falls through the shattered glass, to the floor...

BATHROOM:

Tina hits her head hard on the porcelain toilet...

SUITE:

Fisher, Adam, and Boyd stop brawling, stare down at Moore

covered in glass.

MOORE:

(beat)

Cool.

Moore is fine, not even a scratch. The guys break into ROARING

LAUGHTER, completely HYSTERICAL; shaking, roaring, releasing.

TIGHT SHOTS of each HOWLING until...

One by one... they sober up... looking O.C.

TIGHT ON FISHER as his smile slowly fades to confusion, he

stares O.C. at...

MICHAEL:

Standing in the door, face ghost white, blood dripping from

his fingers...

MICHAEL:

I really f***ed up.

INT. BATHROOM

The guys rush in. Stop dead in their tracks.

TINA:

On the floor, legs twisted underneath her, lies growing in a

growing puddle of dark blood. SILENCE as the guys stare,

trying to comprehend.

MOORE:

Jesus.

ADAM:

Don't touch her. Call 911.

MICHAEL:

(in shock)

I was just playing... we were playing

just playing around.

ADAM:

(examines Tina)

She's dead.

FISHER:

No... No.

MOORE:

How do you know she's dead.

ADAM:

She's got no f***ing pulse.

BOYD:

You don't know what you're doing.

Boyd pushes Adam out of the way. Starts feeling her pulse.

BOYD:

(not getting anything)

Where do you look? What side of the

neck?

MOORE:

Left side.

ADAM:

Either side you idiot. I'm calling

911.

FISHER:

(semi-gone)

What happened? Oh my God...

MICHAEL:

We were playing... she slipped...

she hit her head.

ADAM:

(incredulous)

Playing?

SUITE:

Adam moves into the living room, heads for the phone. Boyd

intercepts him. They wrestle for the phone.

BOYD:

Wait!

ADAM:

What?

BOYD:

What are you doing?

ADAM:

(hysterical)

What are you talking about?

BOYD:

What do you think you are doing?

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