Vigorish9
FADE IN:
EXT. NEVADA DESERT – NIGHT
Push across the vastness… toward a dot of light in the distance… the sound of a shovel hitting earth –-
The light gets closer… as the rhythmic sound of digging intensifies, shovel to earth, again and again… LOUDER…
The light manifests into a SUBURBAN, it’s bumper hangs like broken teeth, scarred with mud.
Headlights cut into darkness --- It’s back hatch open, TWO BODIES, one in a tux, gagged, bloody.
The other, not a drop of blood on a tailored shirt, pressed pants... his eyes pop open.
INT. HOLE – SAME
Headlights spray over a grave. Heavy breathing. A shovel flies from the ground, then an arm.
EDDIE THE ACE, (40s) long ago athletic, pulls himself out, covered in blood, wheezing badly… takes blasts from an inhaler… his breathe slower… more control... steadier...
A crackle from behind, the light momentarily interrupted -- a brief look at the business end of a shovel.
BLACK
EXT. DINER PARKING LOT - NEVADA BORDER – 2 HOURS LATER
The Suburban hogs two spots in an empty parking lot.
Past a Red Neon sign: ‘Last Stop Diner’. In flickering green below: ‘Free Coffee for losers’.
Into this dessert way station.
INT. DINER
DUGAN ROACH, (25) gaunt and sinewy, the other guy in the Suburban, sporting a ‘shiner’ and fat lip, spins a custom lighter on the tabletop.
DUGAN
(severe Scottish accent)
You were digging mate… in the
faucken ground… with a shovel.
EDDIE
I wasn’t dropping you in --
Across from Dugan, sits Eddie, nervous ass hell, dried blood caked in his hair, wearing wild, paniced eyes.
DUGAN
Don’t sell me that story.
EDDIE
I swear to god I was putting
the Ghord in the ground. It was only
deep enough for one.
DUGAN
I can hand you in, be done with
ya – get me life back.
* * * *
EDDIE
Wasn’t you in it... I swear.
Listen Dugn.. it was yo who killed
the Ghord.... fer Christ sakes
we're both dead... Benny will
turn the world upside down.
DUGAN
you back me into this...
i can't save ya.
He flips the lighter to a hand rolled cigarette. The flame burns to smoke --
EXT. NEVADA DESERT – NIGHT
Push across the vastness… toward a dot of light in the distance… the sound of a shovel hitting earth –-
The light gets closer… as the rhythmic sound of digging intensifies, shovel to earth, again and again… LOUDER…
The light manifests into a SUBURBAN, it’s bumper hangs like broken teeth, scarred with mud.
Headlights cut into darkness --- It’s back hatch open, TWO BODIES, one in a tux, gagged, bloody.
The other, not a drop of blood on a tailored shirt, pressed pants... his eyes pop open.
INT. HOLE – SAME
Headlights spray over a grave. Heavy breathing. A shovel flies from the ground, then an arm.
EDDIE THE ACE, (40s) long ago athletic, pulls himself out, covered in blood, wheezing badly… takes blasts from an inhaler… his breathe slower… more control... steadier...
A crackle from behind, the light momentarily interrupted -- a brief look at the business end of a shovel.
BLACK
EXT. DINER PARKING LOT - NEVADA BORDER – 2 HOURS LATER
The Suburban hogs two spots in an empty parking lot.
Past a Red Neon sign: ‘Last Stop Diner’. In flickering green below: ‘Free Coffee for losers’.
Into this dessert way station.
INT. DINER
DUGAN ROACH, (25) gaunt and sinewy, the other guy in the Suburban, sporting a ‘shiner’ and fat lip, spins a custom lighter on the tabletop.
DUGAN
(severe Scottish accent)
You were digging mate… in the
faucken ground… with a shovel.
EDDIE
I wasn’t dropping you in --
Across from Dugan, sits Eddie, nervous ass hell, dried blood caked in his hair, wearing wild, paniced eyes.
DUGAN
Don’t sell me that story.
EDDIE
I swear to god I was putting
the Ghord in the ground. It was only
deep enough for one.
DUGAN
I can hand you in, be done with
ya – get me life back.
* * * *
EDDIE
Wasn’t you in it... I swear.
Listen Dugn.. it was yo who killed
the Ghord.... fer Christ sakes
we're both dead... Benny will
turn the world upside down.
DUGAN
you back me into this...
i can't save ya.
He flips the lighter to a hand rolled cigarette. The flame burns to smoke --