Cunnie and Bianca Written By Amber Tonelle Lee 1516 Union St. Apt. 1C Brooklyn, NY 11213 (757) 359-0100
Cunnie and Bianca  Written By Amber Tonelle Lee  1516 Union St. Apt. 1C Brooklyn, NY 11213  757  359-0100
1 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 Hey! Bianca sinks onto the couch behind Cunnie, twirling one rusty red dreadlock. BIANCA Is this the one with what's his name? CUNNIE Uh-uh. The sequel. Bang. POOR S.O.B., 19 peers through the peephole, pounding the door with a wooden baseball bat. POOR S.O.B. Open the door. I know you cunts are in there. CUNNIE Fuck. 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. POOR S.O.B. Open up before I knock the fucking door in! CUNNIE Okay! Jesus fucking Christ. Cunnie takes a deep breath and opens the door. CUT TO: 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.
1  INT. CRAMPED MOTEL ROOM - DAY CUNNIE, 32, crunches cereal, the light from the tv flickering across her face. She wears ...
2 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. STREET VENDOR I like my ladies a little rough. BIANCA 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. CUNNIE I love this song. Cunnie turns around screwing a suppressor onto Walther PPK. CUNNIE Do you want the Walt or Goldie? BIANCA 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 jerks awake. CUNNIE Hey sweetheart. Poor S.O.B. fumes underneath the duct tape. Cunnie rips it off.
2  When they cross, Bianca s bag topples to the side. As she struggles to put it back on it s wheels, a STREET VENDOR whis...
3 POOR S.O.B. 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. CUNNIE 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? BIANCA 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. POOR S.O.B. Fuck YOU bitch. Cunnie shoots him in the leg. Poor S.O.B. howls in pain. BIANCA Cunnie! CUNNIE Bianca! Names! No real names! Great, now we're going to have to kill him. BIANCA No we're not. (to Poor S.O.B.) We're not going to kill you. CUNNIE (laughing sarcastically) Yeah, ok. Bianca glares at her. CUNNIE What?
3  POOR S.O.B. Agh. What the fuck  Where the fuckYou crazy bitches. When I get out of here I swear to ChristBIANCA Really ...
4 BIANCA I'm not cleaning up all this blood. CUNNIE He was bleeding before. BIANCA We said we wouldn't fire unless it was absolutely necessary. Remember when we said that? CUNNIE I remember when you said that. Why even have guns if you're not going to use them? BIANCA For intimidation Cunnie! CUNNIE Well he looks pretty fucking intimidated to me, Bianca. Hey, bat boy, are you intimidated? POOR S.O.B. (writhing in pain) You insane fucking cunts! Cunnie shoots him in the arm. POOR S.O.B. God- fuckingBIANCA Goddamit! CUNNIE What? It's like a knee jerk thing, I swear. Watch. Bitch. She shoots his knee cap. He howls. CUNNIE Cunt. She shoots his other arm. He screams. CUNNIE Twat. POOR S.O.B. No god! For the love of fucking christ!
4  BIANCA I m not cleaning up all this blood. CUNNIE He was bleeding before. BIANCA We said we wouldn t fire unless it was...
5 She pulls the trigger, but she's empty. CUNNIE Fucking- did you leave a half empty magazine in here? Cunnie goes back to the suitcase to reload. BIANCA Will you stop it? He's going to bleed out before we can interrogate him. She turns to Poor S.O.B. Behind her, Cunnie loads another magazine into her gun and walks back over. BIANCA 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? CUNNIE (clicks her gun) Pretty please. 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. BIANCA I don't understand why you're making such a big deal about this. CUNNIE I'm not making a big deal. BIANCA Yes you are. Bianca throws down her purse and fumbles through the glove compartment. CUNNIE No I'm not. I'm just saying, you need to tell them the truth. BIANCA It's none of their business.
5  She pulls the trigger, but she s empty. CUNNIE Fucking- did you leave a half empty magazine in here  Cunnie goes back t...
6 CUNNIE They're our parents Bianca. We are their business. Bianca reaches under the seat and pulls out a crumpled pack of smokes. She takes one out and lights it. BIANCA It has no effect on them. What I do in my bedCUNNIE (gesturing to the cigarette) Oh my god. Could you not? BIANCA (CONT'D) -is my business. Fuck off. I wouldn't need to smoke in your precious new car, if you would just drop it. CUNNIE Fine. BIANCA Good. CUNNIE Great. Cunnie drums on the steering wheel as Bianca puffs out the window. CUNNIE It's just, how do you even know anyway? I mean, for sure. BIANCA Are you- ugh. I can't evenCUNNIE Don't get mad. I just mean, you've never even been with a guy. BIANCA I have dated plenty of men. CUNNIE 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.
6  CUNNIE They re our parents Bianca. We are their business. Bianca reaches under the seat and pulls out a crumpled pack o...
7 BIANCA You're so witty. CUNNIE Whatever. 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. BIANCA First taste the dick. Then it's your pick? CUNNIE Shut up. BIANCA 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. MOM (looking out the window) Is that a new car? CUNNIE 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. MOM Business is going that well? CUNNIE (with her mouth full) Booming. MOM Those are for dinner! Cunnie shrugs and smiles. Mom sighs. MOM Come on, make yourself useful. Chop these onions for me.
7  BIANCA You re so witty. CUNNIE Whatever. Bianca shakes her head and glares out the window. After a moment she laughs. C...
8 Cunnie goes to the sink and rinses off an onion. She starts to chop it on the counter next to Mom. 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. BIANCA Acquisitions and liquidations. MOM 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. MOM What? What was that? Do you have a new boyfriend, sweetheart? CUNNIE She'd have to have an old boyfriend for that. Bianca walks behind Cunnie, grabbing a cookie. BIANCA Quick tongue, sis. Is that why they named you Cunnilingus? MOM Bianca! CUNNIE (elbowing her) Shut up. BIANCA Why Cunnilingus. Cunnie whirls around, fists clenched. Her voice is quiet. CUNNIE Don't call me that. MOM Girls. BIANCA (to the tune of Mona
8  Cunnie goes to the sink and rinses off an onion. She starts to chop it on the counter next to Mom. MOM I never knew fre...
9 Lisa) Cunnilingus, cunnilingus, men have named you. CUNNIE Bianca, you need to step back. MOM Now, this is just childish. BIANCA Don't get mad at me. Get mad at your real parents for naming you blow job. 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 Bianca's neck. CUNNIE Ow. MOM Off your sister. Now. CUNNIE Mom, sheMOM Now. Mom smacks her again. Cunnie releases Bianca and steps back mumbling and rubbing her bottom. Bianca smiles. MOM (to Bianca) You, out. Go sit with your father. BIANCA ButMom snatches the cookie from Bianca's hand. MOM You can give that right back. The childishness that you just showed is beyond- and how dare you talk (MORE)
9  Lisa  Cunnilingus, cunnilingus, men have named you. CUNNIE Bianca, you need to step back. MOM Now, this is just childis...
10 MOM (CONT'D) about Cunnie's "real parents". She is just as much ours as you are. BIANCA SheMOM Out! Mom swats Bianca towards the living room with the spoon. Bianca glances back to see Cunnie sticking her tongue out. BIANCA (under her breath) Mother f... MOM Excuse me? BIANCA Ow. Mom, sheMOM Go. Bianca sulks to the living room. Mom turns back to see Cunnie gloating. She rolls her eyes and raises the spoon. MOM Do you want another one? Cunnie shakes her head, hides her smile, and turns back to chopping onions. 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. DAD Hey kid. BIANCA Hey. DAD I hear fighting in there? He hands her a beer. She kisses him on the cheek. BIANCA You could say that.
10 MOM  CONT D  about Cunnie s  real parents . She is just as much ours as you are. BIANCA SheMOM Out  Mom swats Bianca to...
11 DAD Mom kick you out again? BIANCA Why break tradition now? Who's on? DAD Celtics at the Spurs. BIANCA Huh. They sit in silence for a moment. BIANCA Mom said you're coming to the city soon? DAD Mmhm. Next month- two months. I don't know. Your mother keeps the schedule. Maybe we can meet for lunch. BIANCA Sure. DAD Work's going well? BIANCA Uh-huh. We've got a big acquisition this week. CUT TO: INT. BANK LOBBY- DAY Cunnie and Bianca stand in the lobby of the bank with cloth masks over their faces and guns raised. BIANCA 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 the other. CUNNIE Cameras are down.
11  DAD Mom kick you out again  BIANCA Why break tradition now  Who s on  DAD Celtics at the Spurs. BIANCA Huh. They sit i...
12 The girls take their masks off. CUNNIE Ugh. God these things itch. BIANCA 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. CUNNIE I also shut down that button you're pressing, Doris. You can stop now. BIANCA 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. BIANCA 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. CUNNIE Caucasian men. BIANCA Right. Three caucasian men. Let the black guys have a break. My friend here will be baby-sitting. CUNNIE I'm a bit trigger happy you guys, so I'd stay away from sudden movements.
12  The girls take their masks off. CUNNIE Ugh. God these things itch. BIANCA Here s the drill. We have your phones. We ha...
13 BIANCA (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. CUNNIE Hey there. 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. BIANCA Sit. 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. MARY You don't have to do this. You'll get caught. You'll go to jail. Laura laughs. MARY 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. BIANCA Mmm mmm. INT. BANK LOBBY - SAME Cunnie scrolls through Laura's phone, her gun pressed to the girl's temple. CUNNIE Laura, huh? We asked for phones earlier Laura. Did you have this then?
13  BIANCA  to the bank worker  Move, let s go. Bianca hustles MARY towards the back. Cunnie scrolls through Facebook on t...
14 Laura shakes her head no. Cunnie presses the gun deeper into her temple. CUNNIE Don't lie to me Laura. It makes my fingers twitch. Another BANK PATRON moves behind her. She points a second gun in his direction. CUNNIE Do you mind? I'm in the middle of a conversation. She turns back to Laura. CUNNIE People can be so rude. Cunnie kneels down next to Laura. CUNNIE Have you ever been to Rome, Laura? LAURA What? CUNNIE Rome. Keep up. Have you ever seen the climbed a mountain? LAURA Umm, no. Cunnie leans down, gun to Laura's temple, lips to her ear. CUNNIE 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 you God? LAURA I-I've been skydiving. CUNNIE By yourself? LAURA Tandem.
14  Laura shakes her head no. Cunnie presses the gun deeper into her temple. CUNNIE Don t lie to me Laura. It makes my fin...
15 Cunnie stands back up, pressing the gun again. CUNNIE 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. LAURA (whimpering) No, please. CUNNIE Is your hero moment worth it Laurie? She shakes her head no, crying. CUNNIE 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. CUNNIE See. Everything's fine. She knocks her out with the butt of her gun and turns toward the rest of the room. CUNNIE 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. MARY Great. You got what you came for. We wish you the best. Bianca twists a suppressor onto her gun. BIANCA Mary Simmons. You're brave Mary. (MORE)
15  Cunnie stands back up, pressing the gun again. CUNNIE Then why the FUCK are you trying to end your miserable fucking l...
16 BIANCA (CONT'D) But twelve years in a gun cartel will do that. MARY What are you talking about? BIANCA Keisha's your real name, right? Keisha Carter? Terrence has been dying to find you. MARY Who the fuck are you? BIANCA 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. MARY Oh God, please. I have a son. BIANCA Nathan. I know. I hate to do this to him, but he'll move on. She blindfolds her. MARY Nine years. I thought I was safe. I thought it was over. BIANCA 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. BIANCA 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.
16 BIANCA  CONT D  But twelve years in a gun cartel will do that. MARY What are you talking about  BIANCA Keisha s your re...
17 CUNNIE 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. BIANCA You really said all that? CUNNIE 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 fucking genius. BIANCA Well, congratulations you proper badass. CUNNIE Whythankyou. You're not so bad yourself. She rubs her nose. CUNNIE You want some of this? BIANCA Fuck, is that- will you wait until we park at least? CUNNIE So, that's a no then? Sirens sound behind them. Blue and red flashes. BIANCA Holy- Fuck me in the- shit. CUNNIE Fuck! Ok, calm down. BIANCA Fucking- hide the fucking guns. CUNNIE 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.
17  CUNNIE Oh my god  I thought that kid was going to shit herself. She takes a snort of coke from a small spoon in the ba...
18 BIANCA What do we do? Fuck, Cunnie. CUNNIE B. Calm down. Okay. Just pull over, we'll talk to the nice gentlemen, and we'll be on our way, alright? BIANCA Okay. CUNNIE Calm down. BIANCA Okay. They pull over. A female OFFICER steps out of the cop car. BIANCA It's a woman. CUNNIE Fuck. 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. OFFICER License and registration ladies? Or should I sayShe leans down to the window so that her face can be seen. OFFICER Bitches! Bianca and Cunnie laugh, cursing and breathing a sigh of relief. It's TIFFANY, early 30's, a short, curvy Lebanese woman. BIANCA Tiffany? You beautiful motherfucker, I don't know whether to kick your ass or kiss it. TIFFANY I'll take the kiss, Halbe. She opens Bianca's door, gesturing for her to get out. Bianca unbuckles her seatbelt.
18  BIANCA What do we do  Fuck, Cunnie. CUNNIE B. Calm down. Okay. Just pull over, we ll talk to the nice gentlemen, and w...
19 CUNNIE You scared the living Christ out of us. Fuck me. TIFFANY Hey. I promised you no cops, yeah? How the fuck would it look if no one even came to look this way? CUNNIE And the sirens? TIFFANY 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. CUNNIE 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. CUNNIE 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. BOUNCER Hey girl. How you been? CUNNIE Good baby. Staying safe. You? BOUNCER Same. Same. He's expecting you two. He eyes Tiffany. CUNNIE She's with us love. He hesitates.
19  CUNNIE You scared the living Christ out of us. Fuck me. TIFFANY Hey. I promised you no cops, yeah  How the fuck would ...
20 CUNNIE Hey. Look at me. She's cool. He nods and lets them through. CUNNIE (smiling) 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. TERRENCE And who is this lovely caramel queen? He takes Tiffany's hand. Bianca steps in between them. BIANCA She's off limits, Terrence. Terrence laughs and throws his hands up. TERRENCE Damn girl. Message received, message received. Let's get some more drinks in here! CUT TO: 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 laugh. CUNNIE She's a good girl.
20  CUNNIE Hey. Look at me. She s cool. He nods and lets them through. CUNNIE  smiling  Alright. Tell your wife, she owes ...
21 BIANCA Yeah. CUNNIE Too bad Mom and Dad can't meet her. BIANCA 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. CUNNIE I'm pretty sure they have hallmark cards for that. Bianca tries to hide her smile. BIANCA Dick. Cunnie turns to the BARTENDER. CUNNIE Hey, could I get two whiskeys? One on the rocks, one with coke? She shuts Bianca's notebook. CUNNIE Put that thing away. Who pulls out a sketchbook at a party. Nerd. Bianca smiles, shakes her head and slips the sketchbook into her purse. BARTENDER Is that cash or would you like to start a tab? CUNNIE I have a tab. BARTENDER Name? CUNNIE Stewart. Cunnie.
21  BIANCA Yeah. CUNNIE Too bad Mom and Dad can t meet her. BIANCA You know, fuck off Cunnie  What am I going to say  Hey ...
22 BARTENDER Connie? CUNNIE Cunnie. BARTENDER Honey? CUNNIE CUNNIE! BARTENDER Cunnie? What's that short for? CUNNIE (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. BIANCA Just Cunnie. Short for nothing. Thanks. We'll take those drinks at the table. CUNNIE Fucking, just take my order. Is he fucking new? BIANCA Hush. Don't get worked up. We'll steal Terrence's drink. Will that make you feel better? CUNNIE A little. They go back to the table. Terrence raises a shot glass in a toast. TERRENCE To my favorite girls. If you ever need anything, anything, you give me a call. I mean that. BIANCA Thank you.
22  BARTENDER Connie  CUNNIE Cunnie. BARTENDER Honey  CUNNIE CUNNIE  BARTENDER Cunnie  What s that short for  CUNNIE  risi...
23 CUNNIE Thanks T. TERRENCE 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. KAY You've been avoiding my calls. POOR S.O.B. 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 KAY I hear you received a message on my behalf. POOR S.O.B. You could say that. KAY I did say that. Did they give you a message or not? POOR S.O.B. Yes sir. Sorry. KAY Well? Well what is it? POOR S.O.B. Oh. Sorry. 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".
23  CUNNIE Thanks T. TERRENCE Alright then. LET S GET WASTED  They all shout cheers and toast with him, knocking back thei...