CAUGHT DEAD IN RED - First Draft

CAUGHT DEAD IN RED
INT. HOUSE NIGHT
FADE IN
Lobo hoists himself upto the balcony with his eyes squinted mockingly reminiscent of Clint Eastwood ruined by the teeth clamped around what vaguely seems like a bouquet. He climbs into the balcony. The door groans as he casts himself into the house course shadows cutting at him.
Sparsely lit light the room appears to be tastefully done with the barest of furniture. He walks decidedly and peers around and heads towards the bedroom where he crouches and searches under the bed. With a sigh of satisfaction he pulls out a violin case and gathers himself up keeping one hand on the case and the other clutching the roses. He walks back into the room and looks towards the balcony but stops to inhale deeply. Leather? A woman’s perfume!!!
Anna
Check baby! Its over!
She walks out of the shadows towards lobo with a cruel snub nosed wheel gun aimed steadily at his face.
(beat)
You were supposed to be dead by now.
He quietly places down the violin, raises his hand in mock surrender gesturing the bouquet towards her.
Lobo
You call this living?
Anna
You sure are stupid to come back here with so many on your tail.
Lobo
Well, since its so obvious I’m fired and at,
I decided on a career change.
Thought of picking up the violin and hitting the streets for alms.
Anna
(scathingly)
Knives wants you dead, Lobo.
Lobo
And you? What do YOU want, Anna?
He takes slow swaggering steps towards Anna and she cocks the gun at him with more determination.
Anna
The don is dead, Lobo. My father is gone. And now its down to just the two of you. And Knives wants its all, Lobo.
(beat)
Lobo looks her dead in the eye right over the barrel of the gun.
Anna
He knows, Lobo. I know he knows.
He sent me to kill you. I bet he sent his dogs first.
If I don’t pull the trigger, he’d kill me. He doesn’t need me anymore anyways.
Lobo
Proves my point, doesn’t it? Bluto cares more to destroy Popeye and take whats Popeye’s than Olive herself.
She looks towards him apprehensively as he steals a small step towards her and she lowers the gun and he leans forwards and steals a kiss with the gun against his jaw.
Lobo
Women and their mysteries. She asks the one she loves for his life and pleads for her enemy.
(beat)
He turns aways from her and takes a step.
Lobo
Tell Knives I’m coming for him and this time will be the last.
Anna takes back a hold of the gun and points it decisively at Lobo with his next step.
Anna
NO! JACQUES!!!
Lobo notices that from the farthest corner of the living room a huge body morphs out of the shadow walking towards him brandishing a 9mm. The man takes huge confident strides overs her and strikes with the butt of the 9mm.
The strike lands with a nasty scrunch and a shot rings out. Smoke runs out of Anna’s snub nosed. Lobo has caught the butt of the 9mm an inch away from his face crushing Jacques hand, as Jacques looks on Lobo with a dumbfounded expression and a thud.
(beat)
Lobo
(Grins)
I should have known better than to buy 13 red roses with my kind of luck.
He moves towards Anna sympathetically where her face distorts into a frantic plastic mask of horror, her eyes rolling hysteria writ and she points the gun a Lobo slowly backing away.
Lobo
Its ok, angel. Relax. Its over.
(beat)
Vincent approaches out of the darkness looking down at Jacques impassively.
The gun falls from Annas hand, where the other cluthes at her stomach and bile runs down from the corner of her lip. Lobo rushes to her. He breathes heavily and for a moment loses himself between grief and rage.
Lobo
(sobs)
Its over, baby.
He picks up Annas revolver and points it at Knives with a malice scratched on his face. Knives looks on to him impassively.
Lobo
Check, Knives. Lets finish this.
(beat)
Knives
(coldly)
Once upon a time, Lobo, nothing stood between us.
There was the Don. There was always Anna. And you and I.
The Don I protected is dead.
You were the son to him, and I was the dog at his feet.
The Anna I loved is dead.
She wanted you for.A.Long.Long.Time.
Noticed?
Once again, nothing stands between us.
May the best man win?
They stand in that tense moment looking at each other impassively till their expressions turns to bitterness and hatred. The intensity rises as Knives lets out a battle cry, pulls out twos blades and spears towards Lobo chucking one at him slashing with other. Knives feints to the side and another shot rings out. Both stumble away from each other.
(beat)
Lobo realizes he’s fatally wounded with a knife sticking at his side and falls against the battered roses and stray petals and the violin case. Knives has one knee bent on the floor and is gasping for breath. He’s shot in the shoulder a few inches from his heart and bleeding from the neck where a bullet grazed him.
Knives
I win, Lobo.
Lobo
(gasps for his last breath)
Its over, Knives.
Lobo sticks out the finger as he falls where a ring with a poking end circling the finger.
Knives grimaces as the violin case opens to and a barrage of grenades pouring out.
EXPLOSION!!!
REEL BURNS OUT