The Heartbreaker
By
Brandon Coleman

Contact:
Brandon Coleman
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Email: slim268604@yahoo.com

INT. VALENTE’S HOUSE – NIGHT

VALENTE, 22, athletic build, average height, dark skin tone, sits on a spinning leather chair in a large room staring at a computer screen. BOB, shorter, average build scruffy-looking, white skin tone sits in a chair adjacent to Valente.

BOB
Valente, let’s do something man. You got to stop staring at the computer screen. She’s not going to respond back.

VALENTE
I know, I know but I love her. Maybe… maybe I’ll give her another call right now.

Valente leans forward and reaches for his maroon mobile phone sitting next to his laptop. Bob springs from his chair and snatches the phone before Valente can lay a finger on it.

BOB
If Elizabeth wanted to talk to you she would have called you by now or even come to see you.

VALENTE
(sighing)
You don’t understand, Bob. I never poured my heart out to anyone like I did with her.

BOB
What are you talking about? You pour your heart out to me all the time.

VALENTE
You’re like my brother; plus you’re a guy. You know what I mean. I really loved, love her.

Valente rises up out of his chair and paces along a thin black and white swirled rug with his hands on the back of his head. He stops in front of a closet door and punches his right hand through it.

VALENTE
(yelling)
Arrgh, I fucking hate this. Why, why did the golfer kid have to steal the woman of my dreams?

Bob sits up and leans forward resting his elbows on his thighs. Valente’s phone is still within his hands.

BOB
If you want to call her, call her. If she doesn’t answer just remember I told you so.

Bob tosses Valente the maroon mobile phone. Valente pushes it open and scrolls to Elizabeth’s number.

VALENTE
(exhales heavily)
God, please let her answer.

Valente presses the send call button. A ringback tone plays a smooth melodic tone and then it stops. There is a scuffling noise in the background. Valente calls back and he hears moans then a voice…

VALENTE
Hello, Elizabeth. Hello, are you there.

ELIZABETH
(low moans)
Oh, right there. Oh, Brandon.

The phone call ends. Valente’s jaw hangs open. Tears streak down his cheek. Seething and shaking with anger he wipes the tears from his face.

BOB
She didn’t answer did she?
(pause)
I don’t you she wouldn’t answer. Just let it go. There are others.

Valente stuffs his phone in his pocket. Slowly he walks over to his desk and pulls out two pocket knives with four inch blades. Each one has a precision sharp edge. 

BOB
Valente, what are you doing? I don’t like that look in your eyes.

Grinning Valente walks to the closet door. He opens it by the hole he punched through it. Reaching down he picks up a large, black, backpack, masking tape, and a two pair of dark gray, leather, gloves.

VALENTE
I need you to take me to Elizabeth’s, Bob.

Valente puts the gloves inside the backpack and throws the backpack onto his shoulders. He proceeds to the bedroom door then rests his hand on the doorknob once in front of it.

BOB
What for she lives an hour and it’s 10 at night. She’ll be asleep by time we get there.

VALENTE
(chuckling)
Oh, no she won’t. She’ll be tired but she won’t be asleep. All that will change when we get there.

BOB
I don’t think we should go. Look at you. You’re dressed in all black like a maniac. What’s with the backpack?

Valente takes his hand off the door and walks over to Bob. He stands next to him then pets he hand through his shaggy hair.

VALENTE
Oh, Bob, I need this. Haven’t I always been there for you? C’mon, I need you, brotha. Plus I don’t have a car.

Bob stares at Valente for a moment. He clasps his hands on his face and let’s out a long sigh. Then he stands up, pulls out his car keys, and grabs his jacket.

BOB
Fuck it, let’s go.

VALENTE
Thank you, Bob.

BOB
You’re my best friend. You’re like my fucking brother. Now let’s go before I change my mind.

EXT: ELIZABETH’S House – NIGHT

Bob and Valente are sitting inside a 1999 Buick. The engine is off and the windows are rolled down. 

Two lights are on inside the house. One light shines in the front room and one lights up a side room. A fait light blue light emits from out a window from another side room. Inside two figures can be seen moving in the dimness.

VALENTE
You ready to do this?

BOB
No but I have a feeling you are.

Bob and Valente hop out the car and continue up to the front porch of the house. A low watt light bulb illuminates the porch with a soft yellow glow.

Valente knocks on the side window with the white light emitting out of it. A woman with red hair opens a curtain and pears outside. She smiles when she sees Valente’s face.

The front door unlocks and opens. Just on the inside is the woman with curly red hair. LILLY, 21, fair skin tone, freckles, and short but slim and curvy. 

LILLY
Hey, Valente.

Lilly stretches out her arms and gives Valente a big hug.

LILLY
Hey, Bob. What are you two doing here? It’s 11 at night. Me and Elizabeth have to get up early tomorrow.

VALENTE
Where is Elizabeth? I want to see her.

Valente puts his foot inside and prepares to step in. Lilly blocks him from entering then leans forward and whispers in his ear.

LILLY
I’d love to let you in to see her but “you know who” is over right now. Listen, you hear that?

The three pause, like ambient music a clapping sound and moans are heard along with the springs of a bed.

LILLY
I don’t think now is the best time, Valente.

BOB
That’s what I tried to tell him –-

Valente puts his hand in the air, spreads his fingers open then shuts them in the form of a duck bill.

VALENTE
(to Bob)
Bob.
(to Lilly)
This will only be a moment, Lilly.

Valente moves his lips closer to Lilly’s lips. He gives them a soft peck.

Lilly bits down on her bottom lips then backs away from the doorway. 

LILLY
You need to stop teasing me like that you big flirt.

Lilly slaps Valente’s chest playfully then carries on to the side room where the white light shined from

LILLY
I’ll be in my room if you boys need me.

Valente and Bob walk into the house closing the door behind their selves. 

VALENTE
Thanks, Lilly.

BOB
Thanks, Lilly.

Valente and Bob proceed to the back side room as quiet as possible. The sound moans and the clapping grow louder as the two approach the room.

Finally, once at the door, the moans, the clapping and thumping have ceased. Valente quietly opens the door. It swings slowly revealing his and Bob’s shadows. Valente flicks on a light.

On a kings size bed lie a man and a woman both sweating and out of breath. The woman is Elizabeth, 22, tanned, firm build, dirty blonde hair, beautiful. The man is Brandon, 23, brown skin tone, fit slim build, clean shaved, fade haircut, handsome.

VALENTE
Hello, Elizabeth.

ELIZABETH
Valente, what the hell are you doing here. I thought I told you we’re through?

BRANDON
Yeah, get…

VALENTE
You shut the fuck up.

Valente enters the room. Bob follows. Valente takes his backpack off, opens it and pulls out the two pairs of gloves. He hands one pair to Bob.

VALENTE
(to Bob)
Put ‘em on.
(to Elizabeth)
Yeah, you did, but here’s the thing. I can’t stop thinking about you. I know you love me more than him.

ELIZABETH
Valente, I don’t know where you’re going with this but I don’t like it. I want you to leave.

Valente continues toward the bed.

BRANDON
Can’t you hear? The woman said --

VALENTE
How many times do I have to tell you this, Brandon? Shut, the fuck, up.

Valente looks and Bob and give him a head motion to walk over to Brandon. Bob does as he’s motioned. 

Valente runs his hand along the side of Elizabeth’s face.

VALENTE
I will leave, baby, after I put a smile on your face.

Valente stands up and walks over to Brandon.

BRANDON
What are you guys doing?

VALENTE
Brandon, because you don’t seem to comprehend what it means to “shut the fuck up” looks like I’m going to have to shut you the fuck up.

Valente throw blow after blow to Brandon’s face until Brandon collapses to the floor next to the bed. Valente pulls out his knife.

VALENTE
Bob, get the masking tape. I’m going to drain the life out of him.

Elizabeth shrieks in horror. She curls up into a ball as the act is going on. 

Bob grabs the tape from the backpack and tosses it to Valente. He in turn tapes Brandon’s hands and feet together then throws him back onto the bed.

BOB
Jesus Christ, man.

VALENTE
What’s the matter, Elizabeth? I thought you liked your men RIPPED. Or was that ripped apart.

Valente takes his knife and plunges it into to Brandon’s abdominal cavity. He pulls the blade right to left three times along Brandon’s abs and then up and down once.

Bob places masking tape over Brandon’s mouth to muffle his screams.

VALENTE
Wow, Brandon, you’re really cut. I wish I was that ripped.

Valente lifts up his shirt. His stomach is very toned. On his chest though is a heart torn in two on his left pectoral. Valente takes one of Elizabeth’s hands and places it on his scare.

VALENTE
I feel like I’ve been torn in two since you left me, Elizabeth. I thought I put a smile on your face?

ELIZABETH
(quivering)
You do, you do, baby.

Valente forces Elizabeth’s hand down.

VALENTE
You’re such an actress. I love you but I can never tell when you’re being honest.

Valente takes his knife and presses the blade to Elizabeth’s cheek.

VALENTE
Let’s put a smile on that face, permanently, my little heartbreaker.