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Part X
The following is part ten of a thirteen part serialization for the screenplay Blinded, written by Robert Sterling. It is suggested for mature audiences only. Though it is copyrighted, feel free to forward it to others, or to put it on your website.
Sit back, turn down the lights, microwave a bag of popcorn, and enjoy the show.
INT. EVELYN'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
Evelyn is at work, looking very sick. She's taking
some more pills and drinking water. Her intercom
rings, and presses the intercom button, speaking into
it.
EVELYN
Yes, Mr. Chamberlain?
MR. CHAMBERLAIN
(via intercom)
Ms. Hood, Carl is here to see you.
EVELYN
(smiles, into intercom)
Send him in.
After a few moments, Carl enters, they stare at each
other a few moments, then kiss passionately.
CARL
I couldn't stop thinking about you
this morning. (pause, kiss more)
I want to talk.
She pulls away and stares at him.
CARL
Evelyn, I love you. Do you love
me?
EVELYN
(smiling)
Of course I do.
CARL
(smiling back weakly)
I can't stand to see you with him.
When he touches you, I go crazy.
EVELYN
He's going through a rough period.
He wants to stop drinking.
CARL
Bullshit! He's trying to mind
fuck you! He won't give up until
you're fucking dead! (beat) He's
a fucking psycho. He screams and
beats you. He bruises you.
EVELYN
He doesn't bruise me.
CARL
(grabbing her)
Don't lie! (softer) You don't
have to lie. I saw them on you
the morning after we were first
together. (beat) You do a great
makeup job. I don't even see them
now. But they're there. Right?
Right?
She cries, head nodding, and he holds her.
CARL
Shh.
EVELYN
I wish I could tell you
everything. (beat) In some ways,
I still love him. When he's
sweet, he's as sweet as any man
alive, even you. But he's got a
monster inside of him.
CARL
Fuck him and his monster. Do you
love me? Huh?
Evelyn nods her head.
CARL
Who do you love more? Me or him?
EVELYN
(pause)
You. I love you. (beat) I'll
tell him I'm leaving as soon as
the vacation's over.
CARL
(stares a moment)
Did you sign a pre-nuptial
agreement?
With a confused look on his face, she nods her head.
CARL
How's it split things?
EVELYN
(still looking confused)
I don't remember. I think about
fifty-fifty. Why are you asking?
CARL
After the shit he's put you
through, he should pay. And I
don't mean fifty-fifty.
EVELYN
Carl, the money doesn't matter.
CARL
Don't you see? It's not the
fucking money! It's him! He
needs to be punished!
EVELYN
(looking sick)
What are you saying?
CARL
What if he... drowns?
As he says "drowns", there's a drowning guitar sound in
the background.
EVELYN
I... I don't understand.
CARL
Let's say he goes fishing by
himself and gets drunk. He passes
out, falls off the boat. Later
that night, he doesn't come back,
so you look for him. Wham-mo!
You're a widow.
EVELYN
Carl, this is crazy.
CARL
(grabbing her)
Is it? You tell me you haven't
thought about killing him! (beat)
I know you. You want him stiffed
as bad as I do.
She cries. He softens his stare, and she shakes, as
she nods her head. Her shaking becomes uncontrolled,
so she goes to the cooler, gets a cup of water, and
pops a couple pills before she drinks the water. Her
shaking stops. He holds her softly, looking in her
eyes.
CARL
I love you. That's why I'm doing
this. I'll go in the boat, get
him drunk. Then I'll knock him
out and dump him in the water. No
one will even know.
(touches her cheek)
Isn't that what you really want?
She cries more, nodding head. They look at each other
and slowly kiss, first softly, then passionately. They
continue, moving to her desk. She presses the intercom
button as he tongues her neck, and she speaks into it,
trying to sound calm.
EVELYN
Mr. Chamberlain, hold my calls the
next hour, please.
MR. CHAMBERLAIN
(o-s)
Yes, Ms. Hood.
They begin kissing and taking each other clothes off.
INT. HOOD MANSION - MORNING
The scene opens in the hallway, where there are a bunch
of suitcases. Carl and Mr. Nicholas pick some up, with
no sound but peaceful background music. They take them
to the white Ford Bronco in the garage, then come back
to pick up more suitcases. Carl is dressed in camping
clothes, as is Evelyn, who is holding Sigmund as Lilian
watches. Mr. Hood comes down the stairs, smiling, also
in camping clothes. He looks like a refreshed man. He
walks to Evelyn and the baby, pats Sigmund on the head,
then smiles as he kisses Evelyn. Carl stares as he
does, and he looks steamed. Still smiling, Mr. Hood
walks to his office.
INT. MR. HOOD'S HOME OFFICE - CONT.
Mr. Hood continues to smile, as he grabs his briefcase.
As he does, he sees an envelope lying on his desk. He
walks over to it, sits down, and picks up the envelope.
He opens it, and as he does, the peaceful music stops.
He stares at pictures inside the envelope, and he
begins to shake. He begins breathing quickly as shot
pulls into extreme c-u.
INT. POLICE OFFICE - DAY
Fodder sits at his desk checking fingerprints. There
are two sets of prints he stares at with a look of
disbelief.
FODDER
Shit. It's a match.
INT. POLICE OFFICE - MINUTES LATER
Fodder is on the phone.
FODDER
Hello... yeah, is Mr. Hood there?
MR. NICHOLAS
(o-s, over phone)
No, I'm afraid he's on vacation.
He'll be back in a few days.
FODDER
Listen, this is Fodder, from the
LAPD. I ain't got a couple
fucking days. I got some fucking
important news. This fingerprint
shit, it isn't bullshit, is it? A
fucking joke or something?
MR. NICHOLAS
You mean Master Carl's? No, it's
quite serious.
FODDER
(pause)
Shit. I think I know what this is
all about. I gotta speak to him.
This is some serious shit.
MR. NICHOLAS
I suppose you can call them on
their car phone.
FODDER
Yeah, yeah. Shit. I'm not sure I
should even be saying this shit
over the phone. I'm afraid they
might be listening.
GUY # 1
(o-s)
Your fears are understandable.
Fodder turns around and sees the two government guy,
staring at him with emotionless faces. He looks at
them with fear as they pull out guns.
GUY # 2
Hang up the phone.
Fodder begins to cry as he hangs it up.
INT. HOOD MANSION KITCHEN - CONT.
Mr. Nicholas is on the phone. He hears a click.
MR. NICHOLAS
Hello? Hello? Hello?
A dial tone is heard. He looks confused, then hangs up
and dials another number. It keeps ringing.
MR. NICHOLAS
Come on. Answer.
INT. FORD BRONCO - CONT.
The shot opens of the car phone, and the shot reveals
the ringer is off. The three are in the car, Evelyn
and Mr. Hood in front, Carl in the back between the
two. Mr. Hood smiles strangely, as Evelyn looks very
sick.
MR. HOOD
Isn't this gonna be fun? I know
I'm going to have a good time.
You know, I was planning to bring
some work with me, but then I
decided, "Fuck it." It can wait.
No faxes. No phones. No beeper.
Just us and mother nature.
EVELYN
I hope Sigmund is going to be
okay. I miss him already.
MR. HOOD
Oh, don't worry. What can happen
in a weekend? Besides, we got
good old Carl here to keep us
company.
(looking back at Carl)
How you doing back there, buddy?
The camera blurs a sick Evelyn and Mr. Hood, and
focuses in on Carl. He stares at Mr. Hood.
INT. POLICE BATHROOM - CONT.
Fodder is sitting there, the two guys facing him as he
cries.
FODDER
God, please, don't kill me.
GUY # 1
You should've been more careful.
You should've known we'd tap the
phones.
GUY # 2
Does anyone else know?
FODDER
No, just me! I won't tell anyone!
The two guys look at each other, then both nod. Guy #
1 takes out a needle and prepares it.
FODDER
Hey, uh, what's that?
They don't respond. Guy # 2 begins holding Fodder down
as Guy # 1 is about to inject him.
FODDER
Hey! Wait a fucking second! What
the fuck is this?
GUY # 1
It's called adoninine. Puts one
in a permanent sleep. I'm afraid
you know too much.
FODDER
I swear! I won't fucking tell!!
GUY # 2
We can't take that risk. Our
policy is to terminate anyone
who finds too much out.
GUY # 1
Thanks for the tip on the Hood's.
We strongly suspected he'd end up
there.
Fodder suddenly looks as though he's paralyzed.
GUY # 2
Don't feel bad. Today wasn't
meant to be your day. (beat)
Black time.
Calmly, they wave good-bye to him.
FADE TO:
INT. CABIN - AFTERNOON
The three have just gotten in. Carl and Mr. Hood are
carrying in the last suitcases. Evelyn's sitting down,
popping two pills and drinking some water, looking real
sick. Carl and Mr. Hood drop the suitcases and stare
at each other.
MR. HOOD
Well, how about we fish now, ol'
buddy?
EVELYN
Maybe you should wait and relax a
little.
MR. HOOD
Oh, no. Getting a little snapper
is just what I need right now. So
you up for it?
CARL
Why not?
MR. HOOD
(smiles)
Great. You're such a good friend.
How can I ever repay you, Carl?
CARL
You will.
MR. HOOD
I'll try. And I'll start by
teaching you how to fish.
(to Evelyn)
Can you imagine that? He's
forgotten how to pick up fucking
fish. What a skill to lose.
He smiles, and Evelyn and Carl stare at each other, as
they begin to suspect something's wrong here.
EXT. LARGE MOTOR BOAT - AFTERNOON
Carl sits alone in it. He looks under the seat, sees
the Louisville Slugger he's hidden there. Out comes
Mr. Hood, carrying a huge tackle box. He drops it in
the boat, then gets it and smiles at Carl.
MR. HOOD
Nice and comfortable, ol' buddy?
Carl nods his head.
MR. HOOD
Good. How you feel is important
to me.
He opens up his tackle box, and gets out a bottle of
Jack.
MR. HOOD
I hope you don't mind, but I
thought this would be a good
opportunity for a farewell drink.
After this, I plan to never drink
again in my life.
CARL
I was going to suggest a drink.
MR. HOOD
Oh. How thoughtful.
He takes a swig, and offers Carl the bottle.
CARL
No thanks. I'm not thirsty.
MR. HOOD
I see. Well, why don't we take
off, GOOD BUDDY?
He pulls the motor string, and it begins to purr.
EXT. LARGE MOTOR BOAT - CONT.
A couple of shots of them traveling in the lake, going
some way. Mr. Hood then stops the boat. No other
boats have been seen or heard, and it appears to be a
very secluded lake.
MR. HOOD
Let's see what we can snatch.
(opens a can of worms)
Let me show you what to do, good
buddy. First you grab your rod.
(grabs fishing rod)
Like this. This is what you pick
up fish with. You put the bait on
the hook. Grab a worm.
(takes one from the can)
Try to find the biggest one you
can. (beat) Fish love big worms.
Pierce it through the middle with
the hook, where the heart would be
if it had one. That's the thing,
worms have no heart. And shit for
brains.
(stares at Carl)
Did you know that, BUDDY?
Carl stares, and nods, as Mr. Hood smiles.
MR. HOOD
I thought so. You look like you
know a lot about worms.
(puts his on hook)
Why don't you try?
He puts the worm can in the tackle box. Carl smiles
and walks to him, picking up the tackle box. He goes
back to his seat and sits down, back facing Mr. Hood.
He looks in the tackle box, seeing a bunch of hooks,
among other things, and grabs the can of worms. As he
does, he reaches for the Louisville Slugger under the
seat. There is then the sound of a pistol being
cocked. He turns his head, and sees Mr. Hood pointing
a gun at him, smiling madly.
MR. HOOD
You thought I wouldn't know,
didn't you, loverboy? (beat)
You motherfucker.
Carl looks down at the tackle box, then back at Mr.
Hood.
CARL
What do you want?
MR. HOOD
An eye for an eye. A tooth for a
tooth. A worm for a worm. Put
your hands up.
In limp fists, Carl lifts hands from below waist.
MR. HOOD
I want you to walk here, in front
of me.
Carl does, and Mr. Hood smiles.
MR. HOOD
Now, I want you to unzip your
pants and drop them, and then lift
your hands again.
Carl does, and he closes his eyes in fear for a moment.
He reopens them, and sees Mr. Hood pull out a huge
knife, putting the gun back in the holster.
CARL
You'll never get away with this.
MR. HOOD
Oh, but I will, loverboy. I'm a
lawyer.
(smiles)
Mmmm-mmmm. Breakfast time.
Carl closes his eyes, then unleashes his left fist.
Revealed inside of it is a hook from the tackle box.
He slashes for Mr. Hood's left shoulder, and slices in
it, making Mr. Hood scream. Carl smashes his arm back
left, to hit Mr. Hood's right hand, as Mr. Hood lunges
it forward to stab Carl. Carl blocks the stab, and
knocks Mr. Hood's knife arm upward. The knife slices
Carl's hand, and he screams, dropping the hook, as the
knife flies out of Mr. Hood's hand, towards the back of
the boat. Carl stands there, holding bloody hand,
screaming. Mr. Hood reaches for his shoulder holster
and pulls the gun. Carl sees this, and grabs Mr.
Hood's hand, trying to grapple for the gun. It fires,
the shot flying in the air. Carl pulls their arms down
to his right knee, trying to knock the gun out of Mr.
Hood's hands, gun facing down towards the ground. Mr.
Hood fires it, blowing into Carl's left foot, as their
arms hit his knee. Carl screams, bringing arms down to
his knee again, this time knocking gun to the ground.
He shoves Mr. Hood flying back, and Carl stumbles
backwards from the force, smashing back into tackle
box, knocking can of worms over onto deck. He closes
eyes in pain, then opens them up, seeing Mr. Hood
getting up. He looks back and grabs the Louisville
Slugger, and gets up in pain. Mr. Hood moves towards
the gun at the center of the boat, and Carl hops
towards it as well with bat. Mr. Hood bends over to
pick it up as Carl is about to reach him. Carl swings
down, and Mr. Hood dodges it but misses the gun, as the
slugger smashes in the bottom of the wooden boat. The
boat, already with a bullet hole in it, cracks
slightly, some water slowly filling the boat. Carl
smashes the slugger again, this time gracing Mr. Hood's
right side painfully. He cocks the slugger back again,
but Mr. Hood clinches onto him, violently stomping on
Carl's bloody left foot. Carl screams, and Mr. Hood
does it again. He then kick's Carl's right ankle hard,
making Carl's right leg collapse beneath him. Mr. Hood
moves the imbalanced Carl forwards, to the back of the
boat. They stumble towards it, smashing into the
boat's back side, Mr. Hood landing on Carl. Mr. Hood
grabs the slugger, shoving it on Carl's neck to choke
him. Mr. Hood then reaches for the string to the
motor, which is right next to them, and pulls it,
causing the motor to run. He begins pushing Carl's
head towards the loud motor, closer and closer. In
desperation, Carl reaches down and grabs Mr. Hood's
balls hard. Mr. Hood screams and lets go of the bat,
Carl knocking it into the water. He then throws Mr.
Hood off him, smashing him into the left side of the
boat's back side, next to the knife. Carl sees this,
and gets up, trying to stumble for the gun. Mr. Hood
grabs the knife and gets up, moving to Carl. Carl
grabs the gun and spins, firing wildly at Mr. Hood.
Blood flies on Carl's face, and he drops the gun. Mr.
Hood looks down in shock, then up again at Carl,
MR. HOOD
My nuts. (beat) You blew off my
fucking nuts. I'll fucking kill
you, you motherfucker!
He runs to Carl, knife ready. As he reaches him, Carl
grabs the knife arm as it comes down and squeezes
tight, making Mr. Hood drop it. Carl then flips them
both down on the ground, Mr. Hood on top, in a position
resembling the 69. He wraps his legs around Mr. Hood's
neck so he can't move around, and picks up the knife.
He stabs again and again in Mr. Hood's already bloody
loin area, and Mr. Hood screams. Desperately, he claws
at Carl's bare ass cheeks, as his pants are still off.
Carl screams, then claps legs a couple times around Mr.
Hood's neck, making Mr. Hood scream louder. Carl then
shoves the knife in the groin area, leaving it in
there, as they both scream for a few seconds. There is
then silence. Shot of Mr. Hood, life gone from his
face. Then, a la Psycho, shot of Carl lying on floor
peacefully, head lying in bloody water.
