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Just Don't Shoot Me FADE IN: INT. MOTEL - TIMELESS Darkness. Short impassioned breathing comes from some undisclosed space. The rustle of clothes being torn off. Lust, desire, the possibility of love all thrown in on this singular moment. Perfection. That in brief moments in perpetrated by short bust of gun-fire in the distant. MALE VOICE I can't stand you. A slam. FEMALE VOICE You fucking repulse me. We hear the faint sound of someone being thrown against the bed. A figure jumps on top. Another gunshot. MALE VOICE You sick disgusting dyke! FEMALE VOICE You vile half-shit of a man! They kiss, greedily and impassioned. MALE VOICE I'd kill to fuck your corpse... A pause. FEMALE VOICE I'd... MALE VOICE Yes? FEMALE VOICE Sorry, sorry, that corpse, that's just no, that's just... just... MALE VOICE Fucked up? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. FEMALE VOICE Just like you. They draw back into each other. MALE VOICE Bitch. FEMALE VOICE Dick. BAM! The lights explode on. The Man, Alan, a prematurely grayed thirty year old, with a decent build and piercing green eyes hastily throws the covers over him and the woman, Helen, a blonde bombshell of twenty- four. In the door-frame stands a bulky man. He is NED SHELTERS, a man in his mid thirties. A rifle rest in his left arm. His right arm is hidden behind his back. He cocks the rifle single-handed and throws a glance down the hall. The man takes a deep breath. Nervous. A moment - an uneasy standstill. NED Alan? He steps into the room. A small Midwestern style room, a small oak dresser lays on the side. A small collected of gifts, some wrapped, some unwrapped lay scattered here and there. Another step. NED (CONT'D) Helen? Helen slowly pulls the covers down from her head. Her hair lays frazzled over her face. NED (CONT'D) Helen Wells? (beat) Alan and Helen Wells? The two look at each other, unsure what do. Unsure how this man can possible know their names. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3. Alan finally manages to choke out: ALAN Yes? He pulls Helen close, clutching her in his arms. The man slowly draws out his right hand, a small gift rest in it. NED Sorry about this, just thought I'd drop this little bugger off. (beat) Loved the wedding, so glad I could attend. Sorry bout the intrusion, though. Helen takes the gift and sets it off to the side. HELEN Don't worry about it, just startled, that's all, you know. NED Yeah, I know. He nods. Alan chuckles. ALAN Now, if you'll please... NED Ned. (beat) And yes, I'll be on my way, sorry about this. He turns and heads for the door. As he exits, he is greeted by a hail of gunfire that narrowly misses him. A bullet skims his left shoulder. He promptly fires two shots into the hall and loudly proclaims: NED (CONT'D) Why is everyone always shooting at me!? He slams the door shut. Helen and Alan slowly turn towards each other. ALAN What a fucking weirdo. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4. Helen slams him into the bed and throws her body against him. HELEN Some, people, I can never get them... FADE OUT: THE ENDReturn to SimplyScripts.com