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Onto today's juicy joint from BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES ...
In today's chapter, prep school teacher Gill Sherry was caught by his wife Donna cheating on her with hooker Alona Tal, and she threw him out of the house. But now that Alona needs money to pay for 'dead body removal' at her sleazy hotel room, Gill decides to sneak back in the house to swipe some dough ... with deadly results.
EXT. GILL’S BUNGALOW - REAR - NIGHT
Moonlight shines over the back yard.
Gill climbs over the fence.
Walks carefully down the side of the lot, looking around.
Gets to the back door. Pulls out his keys.
He opens the door slowly. Goes in.
INT. GILL’S BUNGALOW - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Lights out. Gill looks around.
Deciding what to do.
He sees Donna’s purse on the counter.
Walks over. Picks it up.
FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Don’t fucking MOVE.
Stands in the doorway.
A ghostly spectre in her robe.
Pointing a HANDGUN.
She reaches over,
SNAPS on the lights.
Don’t shoot, DON’T SHOOT.
Gill? What the fuck are YOU doing here?
(sees her purse)
What the FUCK?
Were you going to ROB me?
It’s not what it looks like, Donna --
Do you mean to tell me you actually
snuck back in the house to STEAL from my purse?
Donna, please -- let me explain --
And it better be good.
I have this friend that’s -- in trouble.
I went to the bank to get some money for her,
and I got mugged.
Donna starts walking toward him, waving the gun.
Is this the FRIEND you were FUCKING?
Please put the gun down, Donna.
It might go off.
Go OFF? GO OFF?
I’M the one that’s gonna GO OFF.
You didn’t answer my QUESTION.
Is your FRIEND the one you’re FUCKING?
She CHARGES him,
raises the gun to hit him.
Gill GRABS her wrist.
He WRENCHES her arm down, down --
The gun FIRES.
Shoots Gill in the foot.
BANG. He SCREAMS.
You fucking BITCH.
You SHOT ME.
He PUNCHES her in the head. HARD.
She FLIES backwards.
The gun skitters to the floor.
Gill picks it up.
You fucking SHOT me.
Donna opens a drawer.
Pulls out a BUTCHER KNIFE.
Now I’m going to cut off your fucking HEAD.
(aiming the gun at her)
Stay back, Donna.
I don’t want to shoot you.
You’re spineless. Weak.
You don’t have the fucking GUTS to shoot me.
She raises the knife.
A manic gleam in her eye.
Gill SHOOTS her in the stomach.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
She hits the linoleum, THUD.
A pool of blood starts forming.
Till death do us part.
Somewhere in the distance a siren starts WAILING.
He pulls her wallet out of her purse,
SHOVES it in his pocket --
and RUNS out the door.