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.
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