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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Morts En Rouge/ Caught Dead in Red

INT. ANNA'S HOUSE NIGHT

FADE IN:



LOBO climbs into the balcony, eyes squinting, teeth
firmly clamped around a bouquet of roses. He climbs
across the parapet and slips inside THE HOUSE with the
door groaning in protest.



Even with the sparse lights one can tell THE HOUSE
appears sinister though tastefully done with the barest
of furniture. It is obvious that the occupant is far,
privileged and of grace.



Cautiously LOBO moves to the bedroom and searches
underneath the bed. He whistles jubilant as he pulls out
a violin case. With the bouquet in his right hand, the
other on the violin case, he heads to the balcony. He
cuts short into the hall for a breath and glances across
the room. Perfume?

ANNA
Checkmate baby, its over!



She comes out of the shadows with a snub nosed wheel gun
pointing at his nose.
(beat)
You were supposed to be dead by
now.



LOBO puts his hands up in mock surrender offering the
bouquet and positions his violin.

LOBO
You call this a living?

ANNA
Go figure, LOBO. They're all
looking for you.

LOBO
(nonchalant)
Impressive.
Its obvious I'm fired
and I need to look for options.
Take your shot while I consider a
concerto.
2.


ANNA
(scathingly)
KNIVES wants you dead, LOBO!

LOBO
Et tu, ANNA? Do you want me dead?
(he takes a step
towards her)



She cocks the gun at him with more determination.

ANNA
(sobs)
FUCK YOU, LOBO!
The Dons gone! Dad's no more,
LOBO.
He was the only one holding this
together...
And now its between you and
KNIVES!
He wants it all as you make a run
for it1
WHILE I STAND DEAD CENTRE IN THE
FRAY, DAMMIT!
(beat)
He knows, LOBO.
I know he knows.
He sent me to kill you.
I bet he sent his dogs first.
If I don't I'm gone too, LOBO.
I'm useless to him now.

LOBO
(grins)
Alors pas? So big ol'Bluto cares
more to finish Popeye,
Than the lovely Olive herself.



She looks at LOBO apprehensively as he clears the
distance, her gun hand hesitates and lowers. He steals a
kiss with the barrel against his jaw.

LOBO
(still reading her
eyes)
Les femmes et mon couer, c'est la
maladie du ma vie...

SUBTITLE: WHEN IT COMES TO WOMEN AND MY HEART, THERE LIES
THE SICKNESS TO MY LIFE...
3.

Maybe KNIVES got the jumbo.
I'll settle the score someday!
(beat)



ANNA gets a grip over herself and steadies her gun
against the back of his head as he walks away.

ANNA
(screeches)
JACQUES!!! NE PAS!!!



From the farthest corner of the room a huge body heads
towards LOBO brandishing a 9mm. He takes huge strides and
hesitates with the gun clearly at a loss to take him
alive or not.



He swivels the gun and strikes Lobo with the butt.



BAM!



LOBO holds the butt of the 9mm in JACQUES hand. JACQUES
looks at Lobo with a dumbfounded expression, as LOBO
looks to ANNA. Smoke runs out of ANNA's gun as she stands
wild eyed clutching a bouquet of roses.
(beat)



ANNA turns to hysterics, slowing backing way aiming at
LOBO with trembling hands.

LOBO
C'est bon, ma jolie. Its over...

SUBTITLE - IT'S OK, LUV. ITS OVER...



A shadow cuts on LOBO's shoulder as he looks over to see
KNIVES standing over looking impassively at JACQUES.



The gun falls from ANNA's hand, the bouquet crushed to
petals. She clutches at her stomach, gasps and falls.
LOBO runs to her, catches her RIGHT before she hits the
floor and turns her to him.
4.




Eyes wide LOBO rages, takes her gun and turns to Knives
with murder intent on his face.

LOBO
Checkmate Knives. Its over!
(beat)

KNIVES
You and I are no different, LOBO.
In fact you could do worse.
It ends here!



They look at each other standing 10 paces away. The
silence of the duel excruciating. With a battle cry
KNIVES charges, LOBO takes aim and fires. KNIVES slashes
at him with a vicious machete. LOBO feints and fires
again. Both stumble away hurt and gasping for air.
(beat)



LOBO realizes he is mortally wounded with a blade
sticking at his side and stumbles towards ANNA. KNIVES
gasps for air on his knees coughing blood.

KNIVES
C'est la fin, mon seul ami.

SUBTITLE : END OF THE LINE, MY FRIEND!

LOBO
See you in hell, mate!



LOBO falls to ANNA's side giving the bird to KNIVES, a
ring with a poking end encircles the finger and a barrage
of grenades falls from the violin case, KNIVES grimaces
in realization.

BURN OUT

CREDITS ROLL



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RAW

I have the plot clear in mind however uncertain I am about the movement and action and therefore have added the french quotes on purpose to sustain on the gear and performance. I'm tragic at the language so please reconsider even before you try and flame me for it and press comment at the end.

In the world of the narcissist, for a short 3-4 minute film, I think it is a grand scheme to fit a higher purpose someday. For now I should move on to the next draft. Oh, this was also my first shot at Final Draft 8. Its neat but it could prove to cause a lot mishaps with the new .fdx codec and older versions.

1 comment:

  1. stop watching film-noir just because you're cynical and you're told to.

    ReplyDelete