Okay, so it's been a little more than a week. But, as promised, here are some sample pages taken directly from the screenplay. Please forgive the spacing. The conversion isn't perfect.
FADE IN:
EXT. A DARK ALLEY - NIGHT
HEAVY RASPING. A woman trying to catch her breath.
A PAIR OF SMALL LEGS pound the pavement. Frantic.
Followed by a SECOND PAIR.
Stronger.
Determined.
The shoes in front splash through a puddle.
INT. THE SECOND ALLEY - NIGHT
A THUG shoves a YOUNG WOMAN against a wall. She averts her eyes.
THUG
Your purse. That’s all I wanted. But you had to give me some shit.
She sobs, holds out her purse at arms length.
YOUNG WOMAN
Take it. Please.
He shakes his head, disappointed.
THUG
Too late for that.
He flips out a knife. Moves in for the kill.
A shuffle echoes behind him. He stops. Turns. Grins a nearly toothless grin as he stares into the darkness.
THUG
Man, bitch, you wandered into the wrong alley on the wrong night.
But suddenly, an unseen force slams the thug against the wall. He keeps hold of the knife, rushes forward. Swings it.
A FIGURE, petite within the shadows, blocks his attack. Twists the knife away. Pushes him back against the wall.
He lands on his backside. The knife lands on top of him, its blade folded in half. He stares in awe, then...
Rockets to his feet. Slips his hand inside his jacket.
Points his 9mm.
Before he can take aim, the petite figure seizes his wrist. Pivots. SNAPS the bone.
He drops the gun, falls to his knees and SCREAMS.
On his backside again, he stares at his broken wrist. A clip falls onto his lap. Empty.
He slowly gazes up at his attacker.
LINDA (32, brunette, the perfect housewife), stands over him, holding the gun in one hand, the bullets in another.
LINDA
Keep that. It’ll remind you of what happened here tonight.
She glances to the young woman, unmoved since the attack began.
LINDA
I’ll walk you home.
They casually walk away from the injured man. The young woman glances back. He hasn’t moved.
YOUNG WOMAN
Thank you.
She follows Linda into...
THE STREET
Linda looks to her right, at something in the distance.
LINDA
You want to thank me? Then forget you saw me.
The young woman nods.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Linda walks in, ignores the light switch, and looks to the bed.
It’s empty. She slowly shuts the door, turns a bit, and stops.
LINDA
Bill?
Across the room, BILL, Linda's husband sits in a chair, shrouded by darkness.
LINDA
Honey, what’re you doing over there?
BILL
Waiting for my wife to come home.
He switches on a lamp sitting on a table next to him.
LINDA
I didn’t see your car outside.
BILL
Parked it on the next street. Where’ve you been?
LINDA
I had to, uh...
BILL
Go to the store for a few hours?
LINDA
We were out of formula. The store down the street was out, so I...
BILL
Save it.
Jack just stares at her. She seems nervous, but refuses to look away. Jack doesn’t seem angry, only matter-of-fact.
BILL
Sooner or later, I’ll find out who he is.
LINDA
Who who is?
BILL
Somewhere, you’ll slip up. Or he will. Everyone makes mistakes, if given enough time.
LINDA
Honey, you don’t honestly believe that I’m cheating on you?
BILL
No. This behavior is absolutely normal.
Now the anger comes.
LINDA
Bill, don’t treat me like I’m in your interrogation room.
BILL
Then don’t give me a reason to.
She backs off.
LINDA
I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t thinking.
Bill stands.
BILL
Well, that’s one thing I’ve been doing a lot of lately.
Without saying a word, he grabs a pillow and exits. She watches him go, sadly hangs her head.
