Cunnie and Bianca
Amber Tonelle Lee
1516 Union St. Apt. 1C
Brooklyn, NY 11213
INT. CRAMPED MOTEL ROOM - DAY
CUNNIE, 32, crunches cereal, the light from the tv
flickering across her face. She wears a black lace bra and
panties with a fuschia wig. Her younger sister BIANCA, 23,
crosses in front of the her. Cunnie swats her away.
Bianca sinks onto the couch behind Cunnie, twirling one
rusty red dreadlock.
Is this the one with what's his
Uh-uh. The sequel.
Bang. POOR S.O.B., 19 peers through the peephole, pounding
the door with a wooden baseball bat.
Open the door. I know you cunts are
Cunnie drops her bowl as Bianca snaps off the TV. Cunnie
gestures for her sister to hide in the bathroom.
Bianca closes the door behind her, panicking and rustles
through the cabinets searching for a weapon. She pulls out a
bottle of window cleaner and curses under her breath.
Open up before I knock the fucking
Okay! Jesus fucking Christ.
Cunnie takes a deep breath and opens the door.
EXT. BROOKLYN STREET - DAY
Cunnie and Bianca walk down Broadway under the L train, each
lugging a large suitcase. Bianca's left eye is several
shades of blue. Cunnie licks the blood from her split lip.
When they cross, Bianca's bag topples to the side. As she
struggles to put it back on it's wheels, a STREET VENDOR
whistles at them.
I like my ladies a little rough.
Hey, fuck off dude!
They arrive at a storage space. Cunnie pulls out a key and
opens the door.
INT. STORAGE SPACE - DAY
The space is empty save a purple bean bag chair. Bianca
turns on her phone. Garage band punk plays. Cunnie squats
over her suitcase. Bianca plugs her phone into a portable
charger, humming to the music.
I love this song.
Cunnie turns around screwing a suppressor onto Walther PPK.
Do you want the Walt or Goldie?
Give me Walt.
Cunnie hands her the gun she's holding and turns back to her
suitcase. Inside is a huge selection of weapons. Handguns,
knives, grenades, syringes with tubes of liquids lined up
next to them.
Cunnie pulls out a rose gold tinted semi-automatic, a
suppressor, and a small bottle of ammonia chloride. She lets
the top fall.
She turns to Bianca, who is unzipping the second suitcase.
POOR S.O.B. falls out unconscious, his broken baseball bat
falling on top of him. His hands are tied in front of him
and his mouth is duct taped shut.
Cunnie opens the ammonia and waves it under his nose. He
Poor S.O.B. fumes underneath the duct tape. Cunnie rips it
Agh. What the fuck! Where the fuckYou crazy bitches. When I get out
of here I swear to ChristBIANCA
Really? The B-word? You've got to
try harder on your insults. Don't
get lazy just because we're women.
I know, right? If two men had
kidnapped you and stuffed you into
a suitcase you would have called
them fucktards, cock suckers, no
good shit eating mother fuckers.
But just bitches?
I mean, we stuffed you in a
suitcase, man. We deserve to be
called cocksuckers. It's that kind
of chauvanistic attitude that keeps
us in the dark ages.
Fuck YOU bitch.
Cunnie shoots him in the leg. Poor S.O.B. howls in pain.
Bianca! Names! No real names!
Great, now we're going to have to
No we're not.
(to Poor S.O.B.)
We're not going to kill you.
Bianca glares at her.
I'm not cleaning up all this blood.
He was bleeding before.
We said we wouldn't fire unless it
was absolutely necessary. Remember
when we said that?
I remember when you said that. Why
even have guns if you're not going
to use them?
For intimidation Cunnie!
Well he looks pretty fucking
intimidated to me, Bianca. Hey, bat
boy, are you intimidated?
(writhing in pain)
You insane fucking cunts!
Cunnie shoots him in the arm.
What? It's like a knee jerk thing,
I swear. Watch. Bitch.
She shoots his knee cap. He howls.
She shoots his other arm. He screams.
No god! For the love of fucking
She pulls the trigger, but she's empty.
Fucking- did you leave a half empty
magazine in here?
Cunnie goes back to the suitcase to reload.
Will you stop it? He's going to
bleed out before we can interrogate
She turns to Poor S.O.B. Behind her, Cunnie loads another
magazine into her gun and walks back over.
Listen. I just need you to tell me
who your boss is. My friend will
stop shooting you. We'll untie you.
And you can walk out of here free
as a bird. Can you do that for me?
Can you give me a name?
(clicks her gun)
INT./EXT. CAR - EVENING (TWO WEEKS LATER)
The windows are down. Cunnie drives, the strands of her long
purple wig fluttering in the breeze. Bianca sits next to
her, searching through her purse.
I don't understand why you're
making such a big deal about this.
I'm not making a big deal.
Yes you are.
Bianca throws down her purse and fumbles through the glove
No I'm not. I'm just saying, you
need to tell them the truth.
It's none of their business.
They're our parents Bianca. We are
Bianca reaches under the seat and pulls out a crumpled pack
of smokes. She takes one out and lights it.
It has no effect on them. What I do
in my bedCUNNIE
(gesturing to the
Oh my god. Could you not?
-is my business. Fuck off. I
wouldn't need to smoke in your
precious new car, if you would just
Cunnie drums on the steering wheel as Bianca puffs out the
It's just, how do you even know
anyway? I mean, for sure.
Are you- ugh. I can't evenCUNNIE
Don't get mad. I just mean, you've
never even been with a guy.
I have dated plenty of men.
You never slept with any of them.
You never know. You might like it.
All I'm saying is, first taste the
dick, then it's your pick.
You're so witty.
Bianca shakes her head and glares out the window. After a
moment she laughs. Cunnie looks over and joins her, both of
them giggling until their eyes water.
First taste the dick. Then it's
God. You should have been a poet.
INT. SUBURBAN KITCHEN - NEW JERSEY - SAME
MOM, 50s, hums to herself in the kitchen, washing dishes.
She has a short wiry frame and flaming red hair. A tray of
cookies sits on the counter next to her. Cunnie and Bianca
pull up to the house and walk in through the back door.
(looking out the window)
Is that a new car?
Just got it today.
Cunnie kisses her on the cheek. Mom wipes her hands on a
towel hanging from the oven. Bianca follows with another
kiss as Cunnie swipes a cookie from the counter.
Business is going that well?
(with her mouth full)
Those are for dinner!
Cunnie shrugs and smiles. Mom sighs.
Come on, make yourself useful. Chop
these onions for me.
Cunnie goes to the sink and rinses off an onion. She starts
to chop it on the counter next to Mom.
I never knew freelancing could be
so lucrative. What do you do again?
I wanted to tell Linda the other
day and I could not find the words.
Acquisitions and liquidations.
That's right. Never get old, girls.
So, how are things outside of work.
Any boys I should know about?
Cunnie raises an eyebrow at Bianca. She scowls.
What? What was that? Do you have a
new boyfriend, sweetheart?
She'd have to have an old boyfriend
Bianca walks behind Cunnie, grabbing a cookie.
Quick tongue, sis. Is that why they
named you Cunnilingus?
Cunnie whirls around, fists clenched. Her voice is quiet.
Don't call me that.
(to the tune of Mona
Cunnilingus, cunnilingus, men have
Bianca, you need to step back.
Now, this is just childish.
Don't get mad at me. Get mad at
your real parents for naming you
Cunnie pushes her. A small scrap ensues. Cunnie pins Bianca
to the counter by the throat, her hand rests on a knife
behind her. She grabs it for a moment, then releases it and
makes a fist instead.
Mom pulls Cunnie by the shoulder. She shrugs her off. Mom
grabs a spoon from nearby and smacks Cunnie across the
bottom. She flinches and reaches back, her arm still on
Off your sister. Now.
Mom smacks her again. Cunnie releases Bianca and steps back
mumbling and rubbing her bottom. Bianca smiles.
You, out. Go sit with your father.
ButMom snatches the cookie from Bianca's hand.
You can give that right back. The
childishness that you just showed
is beyond- and how dare you talk
about Cunnie's "real parents". She
is just as much ours as you are.
Mom swats Bianca towards the living room with the spoon.
Bianca glances back to see Cunnie sticking her tongue out.
(under her breath)
Ow. Mom, sheMOM
Bianca sulks to the living room. Mom turns back to see
Cunnie gloating. She rolls her eyes and raises the spoon.
Do you want another one?
Cunnie shakes her head, hides her smile, and turns back to
INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME
DAD, 50's, sits on the couch watching television, a beer in
his hand. He rests the can on his jutting belly. Bianca
comes in rubbing her bottom and mumbling under her breath.
I hear fighting in there?
He hands her a beer. She kisses him on the cheek.
You could say that.
Mom kick you out again?
Why break tradition now? Who's on?
Celtics at the Spurs.
They sit in silence for a moment.
Mom said you're coming to the city
Mmhm. Next month- two months. I
don't know. Your mother keeps the
schedule. Maybe we can meet for
Work's going well?
Uh-huh. We've got a big acquisition
INT. BANK LOBBY- DAY
Cunnie and Bianca stand in the lobby of the bank with cloth
masks over their faces and guns raised.
All right mother fuckers! Nobody
moves, no one gets hurt.
3 BANK PATRONS cower on the floor surrounding them. Their
purses, wallets and cell phones are piled up on a table next
to a tablet. Cunnie plays on it, holding the gun lazily in
Cameras are down.
The girls take their masks off.
Ugh. God these things itch.
Here's the drill. We have your
phones. We have your wallets. With
your driver's licenses. With your
names, your pictures, your home
addresses. Not that we need it. My
friend just disabled the cameras
here with an i-pad. If we want to
find you, we can.
Cunnie gestures behind the glass to several workers.
I also shut down that button you're
pressing, Doris. You can stop now.
Come on out from there, guys.
The bank workers shuffle out of the back, hands raised.
Bianca and Cunnie take their cell phones as they come.
Bianca holds her gun to the name tag of the last worker.
Mary Simmons. Alright Mary. This
will go quickly. You're going to
open the safe for me and sit nice
and quietly while I take your
money. Then we'll be gone, and for
the sake of your families and
yourselves, you will forget
everything that happened here. A
group of large men robbed the bank.
Right. Three caucasian men. Let the
black guys have a break. My friend
here will be baby-sitting.
I'm a bit trigger happy you guys,
so I'd stay away from sudden
(to the bank worker)
Move, let's go.
Bianca hustles MARY towards the back.
Cunnie scrolls through Facebook on the tablet. She chuckles
at a video of a cat and a puppy. A woman, LAURA, in her
early 20's shifts slightly and reaches into her boot. Cunnie
touches the barrel of her gun to the girl's temple.
INT. BANK DEPOSIT ROOM - SAME
Bianca follows Mary into a back room. Safety deposit boxes
line the walls. Bianca closes the door behind them and
gestures with her gun to a corner.
Mary obeys with a scowl on her face. Bianca pulls a lock
picking kit out of her backpack. She goes to a safety
deposit box and picks it quickly, gun still in hand. She
empties the contents into her bag and goes to another box.
You don't have to do this. You'll
get caught. You'll go to jail.
I know real criminals, little girl.
And you ain't one of them.
Mary shifts to run. Bianca turns a gun towards her, the lock
pick tools in her mouth. She shakes her head.
INT. BANK LOBBY - SAME
Cunnie scrolls through Laura's phone, her gun pressed to the
Laura, huh? We asked for phones
earlier Laura. Did you have this
Laura shakes her head no. Cunnie presses the gun deeper into
Don't lie to me Laura. It makes my
Another BANK PATRON moves behind her. She points a second
gun in his direction.
Do you mind? I'm in the middle of a
She turns back to Laura.
People can be so rude.
Cunnie kneels down next to Laura.
Have you ever been to Rome, Laura?
Rome. Keep up. Have you ever seen
the climbed a mountain?
Cunnie leans down, gun to Laura's temple, lips to her ear.
Have you ever gone skydiving? Ever
fallen in love? Ever had a man lose
himself in your thighs until he's
gasping for air? Fucked him so hard
and so long and so good he called
I-I've been skydiving.
Cunnie stands back up, pressing the gun again.
Then why the FUCK are you trying to
end your miserable fucking life
Laura? Don't you know I have a gun?
Would you like to see it closer?
She shifts the gun between her eyes.
Is your hero moment worth it
She shakes her head no, crying.
God. Okay. Don't cry. I'm sorry. I
just- my temper. Just slide your
phone over here. Good. Now put your
hands where I can see them. Thank
you sweetheart. That was very good.
Cunnie picks up the phone and strokes Laura's face.
See. Everything's fine.
She knocks her out with the butt of her gun and turns toward
the rest of the room.
Now if anyone else wants to get
knocked the fuck out like Laura,
reach into a pocket.
INT. BANK DEPOSIT ROOM - SAME
Bianca empties a last box into her now full bag. She puts
away her tools and zips up the bag.
Great. You got what you came for.
We wish you the best.
Bianca twists a suppressor onto her gun.
Mary Simmons. You're brave Mary.
But twelve years in a gun cartel
will do that.
What are you talking about?
Keisha's your real name, right?
Keisha Carter? Terrence has been
dying to find you.
Who the fuck are you?
The way he tells it, you almost
took out the whole organization
when you snitched. Generals,
lieutenants. He's paying us an
insane amount for this job.
Bianca pulls out a roll of tape and tapes Mary's hands
behind her back.
Oh God, please. I have a son.
Nathan. I know. I hate to do this
to him, but he'll move on.
She blindfolds her.
Nine years. I thought I was safe. I
thought it was over.
Come on, Keisha. You knew.
Everybody knows. There was only one
way this could end.
Bianca holds the gun to the front of Mary's forehead.
You can't outrun your bullet.
INT./EXT. CAR - SAME
Bianca turns up the radio as they speed away. Cunnie pulls
out a bag of coke. They laugh as they drive.
Oh my god! I thought that kid was
going to shit herself.
She takes a snort of coke from a small spoon in the bag.
You really said all that?
Yeah. I'd rehearsed it in my head a
few times, but I didn't expect it
to sound so good. 'Fucked him so
hard he called you god?' I'm a
Well, congratulations you proper
Whythankyou. You're not so bad
She rubs her nose.
You want some of this?
Fuck, is that- will you wait until
we park at least?
So, that's a no then?
Sirens sound behind them. Blue and red flashes.
Holy- Fuck me in the- shit.
Fuck! Ok, calm down.
Fucking- hide the fucking guns.
Thanks B, I was just going to put
them in my lap next to the coke and
the $10,000 of stolen fucking
jewels. Thanks for the heads up.
What do we do? Fuck, Cunnie.
B. Calm down. Okay. Just pull over,
we'll talk to the nice gentlemen,
and we'll be on our way, alright?
They pull over. A female OFFICER steps out of the cop car.
It's a woman.
She pulls the gun out from under the seat and slides it into
the back of her pants. The OFFICER approaches the car,
scribbling on her notepad. She steps up to the window.
License and registration ladies? Or
should I sayShe leans down to the window so that her face can be seen.
Bianca and Cunnie laugh, cursing and breathing a sigh of
relief. It's TIFFANY, early 30's, a short, curvy Lebanese
Tiffany? You beautiful
motherfucker, I don't know whether
to kick your ass or kiss it.
I'll take the kiss, Halbe.
She opens Bianca's door, gesturing for her to get out.
Bianca unbuckles her seatbelt.
You scared the living Christ out of
us. Fuck me.
Hey. I promised you no cops, yeah?
How the fuck would it look if no
one even came to look this way?
And the sirens?
Ok, that was just for fun.
Bianca finally climbs out of the car and puts her arms
around Tiffany's neck. Tiffany pulls her in and kisses her
hard. They lean against the car, accidentally shutting the
door. Cunnie rolls her eyes.
Ok you two... That's nice... Could
you maybe get a room before we get
caught by some uncorrupted officers
of the law? No?
Tiffany throws a middle finger against the car window.
Ok. Uncalled for!
EXT. GRAVEL PAVED ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
Bianca, Tiffany, and Cunnie stumble over the gravel in their
high heels. Bianca wheels a small suitcase. Muted music
pounds from the building next to them. They reach a BOUNCER,
6'5" and muscled. He smiles at Cunnie.
Hey girl. How you been?
Good baby. Staying safe. You?
Same. Same. He's expecting you two.
He eyes Tiffany.
She's with us love.
Hey. Look at me. She's cool.
He nods and lets them through.
Alright. Tell your wife, she owes
me $5 off the match last week. I'm
not playing now. I want my money.
INT. EXCLUSIVE DOWNTOWN CLUB - NIGHT
The girls approach a table of suited men. Tiffany goes to
the bar across the room and sits as Cunnie pulls out an
envelope. Inside are pictures of Mary, a bullet in her head.
The leader of the group, TERRENCE, 50s, rifles through them,
pulls out several stacks of money and hands them to Cunnie.
She puts them in her purse.
They shake hands somberly, then burst out laughing. Terrence
lifts Cunnie into the air, giggling and kicking her feet. He
puts her down and kisses Bianca on the cheek.
And who is this lovely caramel
He takes Tiffany's hand. Bianca steps in between them.
She's off limits, Terrence.
Terrence laughs and throws his hands up.
Damn girl. Message received,
message received. Let's get some
more drinks in here!
INT. BAR - SAME
Cunnie and Bianca sit at a bar across from the men's table.
Bianca sketches a cityscape in a small notebook. At the
table next to Terrence, Tiffany gestures wildly. The men
She's a good girl.
Too bad Mom and Dad can't meet her.
You know, fuck off Cunnie! What am
I going to say? Hey Mom and Dad,
this is my lesbian lover Tiffany.
She's a corrupt NYPD officer, which
is great for me, because I'm a
professional criminal. Also, I
smoke cigarettes. So, yeah.
I'm pretty sure they have hallmark
cards for that.
Bianca tries to hide her smile.
Cunnie turns to the BARTENDER.
Hey, could I get two whiskeys? One
on the rocks, one with coke?
She shuts Bianca's notebook.
Put that thing away. Who pulls out
a sketchbook at a party. Nerd.
Bianca smiles, shakes her head and slips the sketchbook into
Is that cash or would you like to
start a tab?
I have a tab.
Cunnie? What's that short for?
(rising from her seat)
It's short for place my fucking
drink order before I shove my foot
down your throat, you fuckingBianca holds her back, pulling her towards the table with
Tiffany and the men.
Just Cunnie. Short for nothing.
Thanks. We'll take those drinks at
Fucking, just take my order. Is he
Hush. Don't get worked up. We'll
steal Terrence's drink. Will that
make you feel better?
They go back to the table. Terrence raises a shot glass in a
To my favorite girls. If you ever
need anything, anything, you give
me a call. I mean that.
Alright then. LET'S GET WASTED!
They all shout cheers and toast with him, knocking back
their shots. Vision blurs as they get more drunk and the
evening devolves into a flurry of drugs and chaos.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Poor S.O.B. lays in bed, eating jello. He drops it on
himself as Kay, middle aged and balding, sits across from
him, twirling a green wedding band on his left ring finger.
His face is unseen.
You've been avoiding my calls.
No sir. I've just- It's beenKAY
What I'm not pretty enough for you?
You don't buy me flowers any more?
Poor S.O.B. laughs uncomfortably. He looks down at his hands
I hear you received a message on my
You could say that.
I did say that. Did they give you a
message or not?
Yes sir. Sorry.
Well? Well what is it?
Poor S.O.B. undoes his hospital gown and pulls it down to
reveal a series of marks cut into his chest. Scabbing and
flecked in dry blood, the marks read "xoxo the bitches".