분야
hwp by
Larry and Andy Wachowski
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FADE IN:
Inside a closet.
It is a large closet with double doors, a crisp line of
light cutting down through the center of the darkness.
As we begin to descend, we hear a mans stern voice.
MAN (V.O.)
I know your type. Your type is
dangerous.
We move past a shelf filled with hat boxes and hand bags.
It is a womans closet.
MAN (V.O.)
You know how to act, how to pretend
but all the time youre waiting,
just waiting.
We glide over the tightly packed hangers, close enough to
feel the different fabrics and descend past the dresses to
the racks of high heels.
MAN (V.O.)
Ive told you before that there is
no such thing as an ex-con like
there is no such thing as an ex-
alcoholic.
We slide along the delicate taper of a stiletto heel and
reach the bottom of the closet where we find a pair of
black Doc Marten boots that are tied together with a
white rope.
MAN (V.O.)
There are those who stay on the
wagon, those who fall off the wagon
and those who jump.
We move up the boots and we see it is a woman that is
bound, lying motionless on the floor of the closet, the
rope coiling tightly around her wrists.
MAN (V.O.)
You? Youre a jumper.
The crack at the bottom of the door lights her face. She
is gagged and unconscious, a trickle of blood running down
her forehead. Her name is Corky.
MAN (V.O.)
Are you listening to me?
CUT TO:
INT. PAROLE OFFICE
It is a small cramped office, manila folders piled
everywhere.
OFFICER
You had better listen to me.
At the desk is a large man with a serious expression on
his face as he lectures. A patch on the shoulder of his
uniform reads, "PROBATION OFFICER".
CORKY
Im listening.
Sitting across from him who we now see in full light, is
Corky, a very butch looking woman with short hair and a
black leather jacket. She is a lesbian and she wants
people to know it.
OFFICER
Bullshit. Your kind never listens.
Ive seen that same look in a
hundred different eyes. Every one
of them looking for the same thing,
dreaming about that perfect score.
Corky looks down, examining her fingernails.
OFFICER
I can tell you right now whats
going to happen. Something will
come along. It always does and it
will be irresistible. Like a wet
dream.
An office slogan behind her reads, "Play It Straight!"
OFFICER
It will hurt you day and night and
tie you in knots. Youll figure it
a thousand ways and when you think
you know it inside and out you will
jump.
She does not look at him, but she hears what he says.
OFFICER
If you hear one thing in this
office, hear this: no matter how
smart you are, no matter how
careful you are, you will fuck up.
Corky looks up and eyes the man.
OFFICER
And when you do get caught --
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INT. ELEVATOR
Corky is standing against the back of the elevator as the
doors begin to close.
OFFICER (V.O.)
This time it will be life.
The doors begin to slide shut when a woman yells.
WOMAN
Wait! Hold the elevator.
Corky pushes the "open" button. A couple steps into the
elevator.
His name is Ceasar, a middle-aged Italian, wearing an
expensive suit and sunglasses.
She is Violet; a piece of sexual candy that would melt in
your mouth.
From her tight dress to her high heels, she is on the
surface, the exact opposite of Corky.
Violet smiles at her.
VIOLET
Thank you.
In his own world, Ceasar does not even see Corky.
As the elevator begins to rise, Violet catches Corky
admiring the curve of her dress.
Corky does not look away, instead she stares straight into
Violets eyes.
Violet stares back, a faint smile on her painted lips. It
is awkward at first, the tension between them escalating.
The doors "ding" and glide open.
Violet slowly turns and steps into the hall just behind
Ceasar.
Corky follows them down the hall.
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INT. HALL
They reach the door at the end of the hall. Ceasar opens
it and enters. Just before Violet steps inside, she peeks
over her shoulder and sees --
Corky look away.
Violet smiles and steps inside.
Corky checks the room numbers, stopping in front of the
apartment next to the one Violet and Ceasar entered.
She slides the key in and opens the door.
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INT. EMPTY APARTMENT
It is later. All of Corkys tools are gathered in the
middle of the living room.
The apartment is cavernous and looks like someone recently
moved out: cracks in the wall, picture hooks, hangers,
and other discarded junk.
Corky is on the phone.
CORKY
I looked over everything sir, and I
dont think there will be any
problems... yes, I checked the tub
and Im pretty sure I can rod it
out.
She suddenly turns when she hears something that sounds
like a man moan.
CORKY
Yeah, I ordered the vanity. And you
want latex eggshell on the walls,
right?
She looks at the blank white wall separating this
apartment from Ceasars apartment.
CORKY
All right, sure. Im going to start
first thing in the morning.
She hears it again, a guttural sound.
CORKY
Thanks again for this opportunity,
Mr. Bianchinni. Goodbye.
She hangs up the phone and walks toward the wall.
As she gets closer, we hear a bed rocking, tapping against
the wa
