MARCIE I prefer to stand. JIM KURRING I'm not askin', Marcie. Marcie sits down. MARCIE I didn't do anything. JIM KURRING Maybe you didn't, but I'm here to find out about a disturbance. Some neighbors called said they heard screaming and a loud crash. MARCIE I don't know a loud crash. JIM KURRING And what about screaming? MARCIE I said: I DON'T KNOW. You can't just come in here and start pokin' around -- JIM KURRING What's this, how did this happen? INSERT, ECU. THE FLOOR. An ashtray has fallen on the floor, cigarette butts all around. MARCIE An ashtray fell, I don't know, maybe last night, I just woke up. JIM KURRING You just woke up. And what'd you have a party last night, the way this place looks? MARCIE I went out last night. JIM KURRING Ok. Marcie. Starting now I want you to have a new attitude with me. The more you play games, the more suspicious I'm gonna become that you've been up to something. MARCIE It's a free country, you can think anything you want. JIM KURRING Yes I can, Marcie. And until you start givin' me some straight answers: I'm gonna assume that some mischief has been goin' on here. MARCIE Mischief? What the fuck you talkin' about, mischief? JIM KURRING Bad and illegal behavior. That's what I mean. Ok? Mischief. Now have you been doin' some drugs today? MARCIE No. JIM KURRING You on any medication? MARCIE
No. JIM KURRING Been drinkin' today? MARCIE It's ten o'clock in the morning --
There's a small THUMP noise OC. Jim turns his head quick and looks and Marcie freezes. JIM KURRING --- What was that? MARCIE I didn't hear anything. Marcie stands up. JIM KURRING No. No. Stay down, Marcie, sit back down on that couch -- MARCIE I don't have to do a god damn thing. Kurring gets his handcuffs out and handcuffs her wrist to the couch, she goes crazy, screaming and yelling the whole time; MARCIE WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS? GOD DAMN BULLSHIT. BULLSHIT. DON'T PUT THOSE -- JIM KURRING Marcie - CALM DOWN. CALM DOWN and don't do this. I want you to stay -- Continue with that until he's got her cuffed to the couch. He removes his REVOLVER from his holster and starts to move slowly down the hall to the back bedroom -- MARCIE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, MOTHERFUCKER? MOTHER-GOD-DAMN FUCKER. WHERE ARE YOU GOIN'? DON'T GO IN MY GOD DAMN BEDROOM. Kurring keeps moving slowly, gun drawn, CAMERA behind him; JIM KURRING This is the LAPD. If anyone is back here I want you to come out and I want you to show yourself to me with your hands in the air -- MARCIE THERE'S NO ONE IN THERE. STAY OUT OF MY MOTHERFUCKIN BEDROOM. Kurring moves into the BEDROOM now and sees that the CLOSET is closed and probably the only place for someone to be hiding; JIM KURRING This is the LAPD, if anyone is in the closet I want you to come out and show yourself to me, slowly and with your hands up -- MARCIE (OC) THERE'S NO ONE IN THERE! JIM KURRING Marcie - quiet down! Now if anyone is in the closet, come out now -- MARCIE (OC) THERE'S NO ONE IN MY MOTHERFUCKIN CLOSET AND STAY OUT OF MY BEDROOM, STAY OUT OF MY GOD DAMN BEDROOM. JIM KURRING -- do not do this -- my gun is drawn and If I Have To Open That Closet you will get shot -- Step Out Now. Jim inches towards the closet, flips it open real quick and stands back, ready for something to jump out -- nothing. MARCIE I told you there was no one in there! Jim looks down the hall at Marcie who has physically dragged the large couch handcuffed behind her; JIM KURRING Marcie - Do not drag that couch any further! JIM'S POV, CAMERA DOLLIES IN SLOWLY TOWARDS THE CLOSET. He pushes some sheets aside and burries around to reveal: A DEAD SKINNY WHITE MAN (50s) curled up in a ball on the floor of the closet. He'd dead and he's been covered in dirty laundry. He has a gag around his mouth. HOLD on Jim for a moment, he panics a little and swings his REVOLVER towards Marcie: JIM KURRING What the hell is this Marcie? MARCIE THAT'S NOT MINE. Jim swings the aim of his gun back at the dead body.