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Coop and Hawkins stand confused in the middle of the room. Lovisa turns from the window, stares at them.
LOVISA You need to get dressed.
A phone rings in the distance. Lovisa rushes off towards the kitchen.
Coop and Hawkins glance at each other...below the belt.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
A wall phone rings. Lovisa picks it up.
LOVISA Hello.
She listens. Her eyes widen. She glances over her shoulder into the living room.
LOVISA (whispers) Doris!... What do you want... calm down, calm down... What happened? ...I'll be right there. Don't go anywhere!
She hangs the phone back on the wall then hurries back into the--
LIVING ROOM
--where Coop and Hawkins stand in "attention".
LOVISA You haven't got dressed yet?
COOP I can't leave like this. I'm not done yet.
LOVISA I have to go somewhere. It's urgent.
COOP This is urgent too...
Coop does his best puppy dog beg.
COOP Please.
Lovisa rolls her eyes then drops to her knees in front of him. She pats the couch with her hand.
LOVISA Here. Put your foot here.
He does as he's told.
LOVISA Be quick about it. I really have to go.
Coop gets a goofy smile on his face. His eyes roll back into his head.
TEN SECONDS LATER
Lovisa, swallows. GULP! She tastes her mouth. Frowns.
LOVISA Seriously Mitch...you need to ease up on the garlic.
COOP I do?
He looks down on himself.
She gets up. Puts on a long flowery dress.
LOVISA Lock the door when you leave.
She heads for the door.
HAWKINS What about me?
Lovisa shrugs "what about you".
LOVISA Maybe Mitch can give you a hand.
Hawkins peers at Coop with horny hopes.
COOP ...Uh...Fuck no!
EXT. CRAB ALLEY - DAY
Lovisa rides her three wheel bike with a cart behind down the narrow road.
Suddenly Doris steps out from behind one of the buildings. She's all bloody, looks like hell.
Lovisa hits the brakes hard.
LOVISA Jeezus Doris. You scared the hell out of me.... Oh my God! What happened?
She gets off her bike. Doris cries, stumbles towards Lovisa.
DORIS I don't know what's happening to me. I can't remember anything. Look at me! I'm so scared.
She cries hard. Lovisa puts her arm around Doris.
DORIS I was on my way to your house and then...
She sobs, can't get the words out. She points behind a bush. Lovisa looks in that direction. A foot sticks out under the bush.
DORIS I...I found him
Lovisa stares at the foot. She runs up to it, pulls the bush aside. She gasps. Puts her hand over her mouth.
Christian lies under the bush. His head a bloody mess. Lovisa cries too.
LOVISA My baby! My poor baby!
DORIS I didn't do it. I swear!
Lovisa glances at her bike then back to Christian.
LOVISA C'mon. Help me get him on my bike.
Doris nods. The both grab a hold of Christian. They move him to the cart. Lovisa lovingly positions him in a more comfortable way.
LOVISA Come with me. I need your help to get him into my house... We'll take the back road.
INT. LOVISA'S CELLAR - DUSK
The two women carry Christian's body down the stairs. They walk past the wooden altar on to a big stone altar. They lay the body on it.
DORIS What do we do now?
Lovisa puts a very old big book of spells on the wooden altar. She flips through it, searches for something particular.
LOVISA Take his clothes off while I figure out what to do.
Doris stand still, not sure what to do. Lovisa glares at her.
LOVISA Damnit Doris! Take his clothes off!
Doris hesitates then does as she's told. She covers her eyes when she pulls his pants off. Her fingers separate. She takes a peek.
EXT. LOVISA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
The late afternoon sun struggles to stay above the horizon. Tommy struts up the pebble walkway. A big bulge in front of his pants. He adjusts his crotch.
TOMMY I'm a fucking slave!
He makes it up the stairs, knocks on the door. No answer. He knocks again. Nothing. He tries the door handle. The door opens.
TOMMY Hey! You home?
INT. LOVISA'S CELLAR - NIGHT
Christian lies naked on the slab of stone. Lovisa wears her midnight blue robe. Doris has a similar robe in her hand. Both women are naked besides the robes.
DORIS I have to wear this?
LOVISA Put it on Doris.
She does. Lovisa moves over to the wooden altar. The old book of spells is open. She lights four candles. An urn sits near the candles.
Tommy creeps down the stairs. He stares in awe at the scene before him.
TOMMY What are you guys doing?
Lovisa turns to him.
LOVISA (dead serious) If you're going to stay you need to take off all your clothes and do exactly as I tell you.
Tommy nods. Senses the seriousness of the situation. He pulls his clothes off. Lovisa turns back to the altar.
LOVISA Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear me!
She sticks her finger in the urn. Blood drips from her finger. She paints a bloody line from her forehead down her face, neck, chest, stomach and down between her legs.
LOVISA Before time and after, before knowing and nothing.
She takes the urn with the blood and pours it over Christian's body.
LOVISA Osiris, here lies Johan my long lost son, let him cross over, Osiris release him. Let me nurse him back to life, let him cross over, Osiris release him!
Silence. Everyone waits. After a moment Lovisa climbs up on the altar. She slides her body up and down Christian's bloody body. She glides up far. Her breast touches his face. A drop of milk seeps out from her nipples. it drops down on his mouth followed by a second drop.
LOVISA Wake up Johan. It's me. Your mother. Drink from me the life I give you.
Another drop hits his mouth. His mouth opens slightly. More drops falls into his mouth. His mouth opens more. She lowers herself, lets the nipple enter his mouth. His mouth closes around it. Tommy and Doris stares stunned at them. Doris notices something. Her gaze lowers between Christians legs.
DORIS Oh God! It's working! He's alive!
LOVISA Work him Doris! Work him!
Christians hands moves up, squeezes Lovisa's breasts, sucks on them. She moans in pleasure. Doris hand shakes as she reaches out to touch Christian. She closes her eyes. Touches him then quickly retracts her hand.
DORIS I can't do it.
Lovisa snaps her head around.
LOVISA (growls) Take him in your goddamn mouth Doris! Now!
Doris makes a face of disgust but does as she's told. Tommy's eyes bug out.
TOMMY Holy... Fuck!
He's hand zips down to his "weapon of choice". Christian's eyes flutter open. He and his mom both moan. Lovisa is extatic.
LOVISA You're alive! You're back!
She moves down, kisses him on his mouth.
LOVISA Don't ever leave me again.
She hops off the altar. They all look at Doris who has his entire package down her throat. Balls and all.
TOMMY Wow!
LOVISA Doris, you can stop now...Doris...hey Doris.
Christian yelps. Doris lets go of him just as the mother load of all loads splashes into her face and hair. Doris blinks hard. Her eyelids weighed down.
They all listen. There it is, faint but distinct: the WAIL of approaching SIRENS.
The image FADES to --
A BLACK SCREEN
In white, against the black background:
SUPER: SIX MONTHS LATER
REPORTERS (O.S.) Miss Shyster! Ariel! Miss Shyster!
FADE IN:
EXT. SIMPLY JUSTICE COURTHOUSE - DAY
A media scrum on the wide, marble steps of Lake Simply's courthouse.
DOZENS OF PHOTOGRAPHERS AND REPORTERS fight for the attention of ARIEL SHYSTER, a pretty lawyer in her 40s, who walks up the steps, briefcase in hand. The scrum surges after her.
When she reaches the top of the steps she turns back to face them. One REPORTER at the front of the crowd manages to get his question heard.
REPORTER 1 Miss Shyster! Are you expecting a good verdict today?
ARIEL I'm not sure I'd call it that. I'm expecting the right verdict, the only one that's fair.
REPORTER 2 Is your client guilty, Miss Shyster?
Ariel smiles.
ARIEL I think we're supposed to leave it to the jury to decide that. And I just got a call about twenty minutes to tell me they've made up their minds, so if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go find out what they think.
She turns, ignoring all other questions, and enters the courthouse.
At the bottom of the steps, a BLACK CAR pulls up.
REPORTER 3 Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!
The DRIVER climbs out of the car and walks round to open the door. A man climbs out...COOP.
REPORTER 3 Mayor Cooper!
COOP Oh, Christ.
The scrum surges towards him.
REPORTER 3 Mr. Mayor, in the four months since your election there have been no more attacks by the Lake Simply Slayer. Are you hoping that today another criminal will be taken off our streets?
COOP I think you're forgetting that everyone is innocent until proven guilty. Until the jury's verdict is announced, the defendant is no more guilty than you or me. We're continuing in our efforts to clean up our town, but that doesn't mean we won't give people a fair trial.
REPORTER 4 What about Tommy Lascap, Mr. Mayor? It's been six months since he disappeared, and despite repeated promises from both yourself and Sheriff Hawkins, he's continued to elude arrest...
COOP Myself and Sheriff Hawkins have been doing everything we can to find and bring Tommy Lascap in to answer for his crimes. He's a dangerous man -
INT. SIMPLY JAVA - DAY
A MAN, in shades, enters, approaches the counter. The WAITRESS leans by the till, watching the TV. Coop is onscreen.
COOP (V.O.) - but the FBI have now become involved, and they have agents working around the clock to track him down. He's wanted for a string of crimes across many states, remember.
The waitress turns.
WAITRESS What'll it be, hun?
MAN Espresso to go, please.
COOP (V.O.) My guess is he's a million miles away from here by now.
The waitress goes to fix the drink. The man takes the shades off, turns to watch the TV.
It's TOMMY.
COURTHOUSE STEPS
REPORTER 5 Considering how the last mayor died, are you not concerned that if the Slayer does return, you'll be a prime target?
COOP Mayor Boose was a committed and professional man. But as we all now know, he became involved with some pretty unsavoury people. I'd say that was the reason that he met the end he did.
REPORTER 5 Has the investigation into his murder uncovered any new leads?
COOP No, that's ongoing.
REPORTER 6 What about -
HAWKINS (O.S.) Okay, enough questions! Let the mayor through.
HAWKINS, flanked by more cops, steps through the crowd. He waves the reporters back.
COOP Hawk!
The two shake, warmly.
HAWKINS Hello, 'Mr. Mayor'. You ready for this?
COOP Yeah, I guess so. Lead the way.
The two climb the steps.
INT. LOVISA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
A MAN in a wheelchair watches the coverage on TV.
LOVISA enters, fastening the buttons on a coat.
LOVISA I'm just heading out for a bit, okay baby?
She comes over, kisses him on the top of the head.
LOVISA Love you. Won't be long.
She walks over to the door and exits, shutting it behind her.
The man in the wheelchair is CHRISTIAN. He stares at the TV with vacant eyes.
INT. COURTROOM - DAY
A crowd waits in the seating area. Ariel sits at the desk.
A door at the side opens, and DORIS is led in. But Doris like you've never seen her before. Forty pounds lighter, made-up, hair straightened...a whole new woman.
She comes up to the desk, embraces Ariel. They sit.
ARIEL How you doing?
Doris smiles. Her teeth have been whitened.
DORIS How do you think? I'm nervous. If they find me guilty they'll send me to the chair, Ariel.
ARIEL They won't find you guilty.
BAILIFF All rise!
Everyone does. Ariel and Doris hold hands.
DORIS In a couple of minutes you're either going to be very right, or very wrong.
Ariel gives her hand a squeeze.
EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS - MINUTES LATER
Coop and Hawkins walk out together, deep in conversation.
COOP Not guilty by reason of temporary insanity! Son of a bitch...I didn't see that coming.
HAWKINS That Shyster's a good lawyer. The best. And you have to admit, Coop...Doris does seem different now. Before I wouldn't have gone near her with a bargepole, but now...
Reporters run up.
REPORTER 1 Mr. Mayor! Is it really right that a self-confessed murderer should be allowed to roam the streets?
COOP Mrs. Kilman never denied that she struck the blow that killed Reverend Douglas. But the court has ruled that at the time she did so, she was not in full control of her faculties. She is ready to re-enter society, and her swift and successful rehabilitation is a story we should all take inspiration from. That's all I've gotta say. Thanks.
He turns to Hawkins.
HAWKINS You're quite the soundbyte guy, huh?
COOP I guess I am. Well, I'm outta here, Hawk. You gonna stay around, try and keep the peace?
HAWKINS Yeah, we'll get Doris in a car and out of here. I hear she's headed back home, to Rhode Island.
Coop nods, gesturing up the steps.
COOP Here's Miss Roxie now.
Coop walks away towards the waiting car.
Ariel and Doris appear. The crowd surges up to them, cameras flashing like fireworks.
DORIS Oh my...there's so many of them!
ARIEL They're here for you, Doris. They all want to be the one who tells your story. You're a star.
DORIS A star?
She smiles, blushes.
DORIS (CONTD.) I've never been called that before.
She raises a hand, waves to the crowd. They start to walk down the steps, the cops pushing the crowds back,
DORIS (CONTD.) You know what, Ariel? I think things just might be okay.
ARIEL I hope so, Doris. I hope so.
Her smile fades as she looks down at Doris' chest. She frowns. Doris notices.
DORIS What is it?
A red dot hovers on Doris' blouse. Ariel looks at it, bemused.
ARIEL Is that...?
The CRACK of a distant gun-shot.
The SNIPER BULLET hits Doris in the middle of the chest, knocking her off her feet and sending her CRASHING back onto the steps.
SCREAMS as the crowds on the steps scatter. Hawkins looks around with wild eyes, gun in hand. He turns to face the tall apartment building opposite.
HAWKINS SNIPER!
The police fire at a window on the building.
Ariel kneels by Doris. Blood begins to flow out across the steps, red against the white marble.
ARIEL Oh my God...Doris...someone get a medic!
No-one hears, her voice lost in the chaos. Doris opens and closes her mouth, white with shock.
DORIS Not yet...not now...I've only just started...
ARIEL Shh...don't talk, Doris. Save your strength.
Doris looks up at Ariel. A tear runs from the corner of her eye. She grips Ariel's hand.
DORIS I'm scared...I don’t want to go to Hell...please...
Her voice trails off. Blood begins to fill her mouth.
Then she gasps, gurgles, spasms one last time, and goes limp. Her sightless eyes stare up at the lawyer’s face, her hand loosens its grip and drops to the ground.
INT. APARTMENT – DAY - VARIOUS SHOTS
- The front door is KICKED OPEN. Hawkins leads in a group of cops, their guns raised.
HAWKINS LSPD!
- Cops burst into every room, finding no-one and nothing. All the rooms are completely empty.
- Hawkins KICKS OPEN another door. His gun leading the way, he steps into the --
BEDROOM
A SNIPER RIFLE, mounted on a tripod, points out of the open window. The view is of the courthouse steps.
A PIECE OF PAPER is taped to the top of the sight. Hawkins walks over, rips it off, reads it.
HAWKINS My God...
The sounds of a DISTURBANCE in the corridor.
COOP (O.S.) Let me through, goddammit! I’m the mayor!
Coop barges past the officers, into the room. He surveys the scene, stares at Hawkins.
COOP (CONTD.) My God, Hawk...
He notices the piece of paper Hawkins is holding.
COOP (CONTD.) Is that...
HAWKINS It’s a note.
Coop gulps.
COOP What...what does it say? Damn it, Hawk, tell me!
Hawkins looks at him with weary eyes. Then he glances down and reads it aloud:
HAWKINS “Hello again, Lake Simply. You didn’t really think it was over, did you?”
Hawkins sits at his desk which is covered by various newspapers which all scream similar headlines: "Lake Simply Killer Returns!"; "Mayor Coop Promises Killer Will Be Caught"; "Tommy Lacsap Still At Large".
Hawkins grabs a paper with Tommy's picture spread proudly on the front page. He shakes his head.
HAWKINS That mother-fucker. He's making a mockery of the whole damn police force.
Hawkins picks a pen up from his table and writes "I'M A DEAD-MAN" in a speech bubble on Tommy's picture.
A KNOCK at Hawkin's door startles him.
HAWKINS Come in.
The door swings open and in walks Lovisa, dressed in a sexy, revealing dress.
LOVISA Hello David.
HAWKINS Lovisa...
Hawkins licks his lips.
HAWKINS You're looking mighty fine. What can I do for you?
Hawkins motions towards a seat and Lovisa sits down.
Lovisa notices the graffitied picture of Tommy and smiles.
LOVISA Well, I've got something to ask you. It's a favour. About Tommy.
HAWKINS I'm listening.
LOVISA I don't want you to arrest him... I want him dead. I want you to kill Tommy Lacsap.
Hawkins shrugs, then smiles.
HAWKINS Either way he's off the streets and Lake Simply is a whole lot safer. Killer Tommy shouldn't be a problem. I'm sure we can come to some sort of... agreement.
LOVISA What do you have in mind?
Hawkins smiles. Lovisa takes the hint and returns his smile. She gets on her knees, and crawls beneath his desk.
LOVISA (O.S.) My, my, I have missed your big, hairy dick.
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Coop paces his office, phone in his hand.
RING! RING! Coop answers the call almost immediatly.
COOP (into phone) Yes?... Okay, great... Yes, payment upon completion like last time... Okay, phone me once you've finished... Yep, bye.
Coop ends the call and smiles.
EXT. SIMPLY BEACH - DAY
Tommy strolls along the beach. He wears dark sunglasses and a baseball cap and carries a backpack.
He leaves the beach and walks towards Lovisa's house. He stops at the backdoor, takes the backpack off his pack and produces a machete from it.
VOICE (O.S.) Hey, freeze!
Tommy spins around shocked to see two POLICEMEN on the beach, guns aimed at him.
POLICEMAN 1 Drop the knife! I repeat, drop the knife!
Tommy calmly drops the knife... Then makes a break for it round the side of Lovisa's house, backpack still in his hand.
BANG! BANG! BANG! The policemen let off multiple shots but Tommy has already disappeared. The policemen follow Tommy, in hot pursuit.
INT. HAWKINS' PATROL CAR - DAY
Hawkins speeds down the streets, his police radio in hand.
HAWKINS (into radio) All units, I repeat, Tommy Lacsap has been spotted travelling down Point View Walk on foot. He's wearing a leather jacket, a baseball cap and sunglasses. Shoot on sight. I repeat, shoot on sight!
EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY
Tommy hides behind a dumpster down a dirty, piss drenched alley. He looks towards the street at the end of the alley to where SIRENS can be heard in the distance... Suddenly two patrol cars speed past the end of the alley and continue driving into the distance.
Tommy smiles, then gets up from his hiding place. He takes of his leather jacket, his baseball cap and sunglasses and throws them into the dumpster.
He opens his bag and takes out a hooded sweatshirt and a wooley hat, aswell as a pistol which he holsters down the back of his jeans.
INT. LOVISA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Christian sits in his wheelchair. A re-run of 'Saved By The Bell' plays on a TV in the background.
Christian holds a photo of Lovisa and Tommy. He has scratched both their faces off with a knife and is in the process of scratching away the rest of their bodies.
CHRISTIAN Kill them both... Kill them both... Kill them both...
INT. HAWKINS' HOUSE - NIGHT
Hawkins sits in a leather armchair, a razor in one hand, his hairy dick in his other. He shaves his pubes.
HAWKINS Say goodbye to your old nick-name... Say hello to the new porn-star style hair-do.
A DOORBELL startles Hawkins.
HAWKINS One minute!
Hawkins brushes the pubes off his lap.
He stands, puts away his penis then walks towards the door. He opens it to find no one there.
He shrugs.
HAWKINS Stupid kids.
Hawkins shuts the door, then turns... He freezes in his tracks.
HAWKINS No... Please.
Hawkins looks at his pistol on a table beside his front door. He tries to grab it - BANG! BANG! The unseen attacker fires two shots into his chest.
Hawkins crumples against his front door as crimson stains appear on his white t-shirt.
Christian sits in the wheelchair. He faces the television.
Lovisa enters the room. She wears a long flowing tie-dye dress. A look of concern on her face as she paces back and forth with occasional glances towards the back of the wheelchair.
Grunts are heard from Christian every now and then.
Lovisa strides over to the wheelchair, grabs the handles, turns the wheelchair around. Christian doesn't look too good. His skin is gray with very slight blue veins showing through here and there. His eyes are dull. The corneas a cloudy grey. His lips a greyish black.
Lovisa strokes his cheeks with love.
LOVISA Poor baby. You don't look very good.
She takes his limp grey hand in hers, kisses it.
Christian grunts.
LOVISA You feel so cold.
She rubs his hands in hers.
LOVISA You want me to get you a blanket? I know what will warm you up...
She opens up his pants then pulls her dress up and straddles him in the wheelchair. Christian grunts. His hands tremble. Lovisa unbuttons her dress, exposes her breasts. She takes his cold and shaky hands, places them on her breast and squeezes. She leans in, kisses him on his black lips while she grinds her body up and down.
After a few moments she stops. gazes into his cloudy eyes. One of his corneas flakes off. It falls down, lands on her breast.
She picks the cornea up, begins to sob.
LOVISA I'm worried about you... The medicines I make for you don't seem to be working.
She gets up, heads into the--
KITCHEN
--where she pulls out a drawer, grabs something then rushes back into the--
LIVING ROOM
--towards Christian. She opens the small tube of "super glue" in her hand, drops a few drops onto the cornea resting on her fingertip. Lovisa grabs a hold of his head, tilts it back then pushes the cornea into place.
Christian spasms. Grunts.
LOVISA Sshhh... It won't take long baby.
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Coop sits by his desk. He rubs his temples as he stares straight ahead. After a moment he stares at the phone on his desk. He hesitates then reaches out, pushes a button. A distorted voicemail recording starts.
MALE VOICE (V.O.) Hawkins gone now Mister Mayor. Just you, Tommy and Lovisa left. I don't count her son as he seems... incapacitated at the moment. (laghter) ...so, what are you going to do now? Better think quick. I'm gonna get you all.
There's a click. The message is over.
COOP Who the fuck are you?
Coop gets up, grabs a jacket from a hat stand. He glances over at his desk, hurries over to it then pulls out a drawer. He hesitates then pulls out a pink revolver that he tucks into his jacket.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Tommy sneaks down the alley. A wicked smile adorns his face.
TOMMY Fuckers have no idea who they're dealing with.
He pulls his gun out of his pocket, admires it then pretends to aim and shoot at something.
INT. LOVISA'S CELLAR - NIGHT
Lovisa flows down the stairs. Her dress is still unbuttoned. Big breasts bounce wildly with each step. When she reaches the bottom of the steps she pulls her dress off, replaces it with the dark blue hooded robe that lies on the stone altar. She heads over to the wooden altar. A two foot tall glass dildo with gold flakes embedded in it sits on the altar. It shimmers in the candle light.
Lovisa admires it, lets her finger tips glide over it. She closes her eyes, smiles with pleasure. A moan escapes her lips. Suddenly she snaps to. She grabs it, tilts it towards her and kisses the giant phallus on its tip.
LOVISA Sorry, but I didn't mean to come here for you. I have something more important I have to do right now.
She puts it back then rummages through the other items on the altar. Little jars with herbs, leaves and flower petals, oils, liquids that glow.
The doorbell rings upstairs. She snaps her head to the stairs then closes the robe around her and rushes off.
INT. LOVISA'S FOYER - NIGHT
Coop stands outside the open door. Lovisa seems annoyed.
LOVISA Mitch! What do you want? I'm busy.
COOP I have to talk to you. It's urgent.
LOVISA This is urgent too.
Coop pushes in, past her into the living room. He stops to stare at Christian who sits in the wheelchair with his pants open.
COOP What's wrong with him? He looks like hell!
LOVISA I'm working on it. That's what I was doing when you came.
Coop steps closer to Christian.
COOP He looks like he's been brought back from the dead.
LOVISA ...Uhmm...well.
Coop walks over to the window, peers out then pulls the curtains shut.
COOP Listen, something's wrong here.
LOVISA He'll be fine. I promise.
COOP Not with him. I mean the Simply Slayer is back and I don't think it's Tommy. Whoever he is, he just killed Hawkins too.
Shocked, Lovisa covers her mouth.
LOVISA David's dead?
Coop pulls his Pink Lady out of his jacket. He hands it to Lovisa who refuses it.
COOP I want you to have it. You're not safe with a killer on the loose.
LOVISA I don't need a gun.
He puts the revolver on the coffee table.
COOP When I leave I want you to lock all your doors and windows and pull all the blinds shut.
LOVISA Where are you going?
COOP I have to try to figure out who this killer is.
Lovisa puts her arms around him, kisses him.
LOVISA Will you be safe?
Coop returns her kisses. Soft at first then more intense. Lovisa pulls her head back, rubs her pelvis against his.
LOVISA I thought you were supposed to rest on Thursdays?
COOP Aww hell. I might as well come clean. Thursdays were Hawkins and my day...
LOVISA You mean...
He shrugs, nods.
COOP I'm a big hungry guy. I need to be fed every day.
Lovisa is stunned.
LOVISA That is so hot!
COOP (confused) Really?
Lovisa unbuckles his belt. Rips his jacket off.
LOVISA Mitch, do everything to me you did to Hawkins!
COOP Are you sure?...
LOVISA Oh yeah!
Christian watches from the wheelchair. He grunts. His hands shakes.
Coop gestures towards Christian.
COOP What about him?
LOVISA Don't worry about him. He likes to watch.
EXT. LOVISA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Tommy creeps along the wall of the house. He reaches a window, but the curtains are drawn. He attempts to peek in at the edges.
The sound of two people having wild sex mixed with occasional guttural grunts emanates from inside.
Tommy puts his ear against the window.
TOMMY Perfect. Sounds like everyone is home waiting for me.
He pulls his gun out.
The sounds from inside the house increase in their intensity until it reaches climax followed by silence except for a few grunts every now and then.
INT. LOVISA'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lovisa and Coop get dressed. They are both soaking wet. They glance around the room. Everything is wet. The carpet, the couch, the coffee table. Even Christian's wheelchair is wet.
LOVISA/COOP Wow!
They finish getting dressed. Coop gives her a quick peck on the lips.
COOP I better go. Got to find that killer before he strikes again.
LOVISA Be careful...
COOP You too. Make sure you lock the door behind me. (glances at Christian) And try to take care of him. He looks pretty bad.
Coop leaves with Lovisa close behind. A moment later, Lovisa comes back into the room. She hurries over to Christian.
LOVISA Baby, you just sit here and I will go fix you up some new meds. I found this great potion in my book that I think will work.
She kisses him on his thin black lips then dashes off.
INT. CELLAR - NIGHT
Lovisa rushes down the stairs. She stops by the wooden altar. She reads from the old book of spells, mumbles to herself. In a wooden bowl she mixes different items. She stirs with a wooden spoon.
A gloved hand reaches out from the darkness. It grabs the giant shimmering dildo. Lovisa senses something wrong. She turns around. Screams!! The heavy glass phallus hits her in the head with a loud clang. Lovisa's favorite item of worship breaks in half. She sags to the floor with a thump.
Tommy sneaks through the living room. He sees an empty wheelchair.
TOMMY What the fuck?
There is a noise behind him, he turns around. He is smacked in the face with a pink gun. He falls straight to the ground.
Christian stands over him. His skin is not as pale, his lips are closer to their normal color. He has a small vile in his hand. He holds it up.
CHRISTIAN This was the medicine I really needed.
INT. CELLAR - LATER
Christian stands over Lovisa's body, her head surrounded by a pool of blood. He kneels down next to her. He runs his hands through her blood soaked hair.
CHRISTIAN I'm sorry mom. I'll do what I have to do to finish this.
He leans forward and kisses her on her lips.
INT. LOVISA'S LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Christian walks into the living room. Tommy is gone.
CHRISTIAN That's okay, I know where you're going.
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Coop sits behind his desk. There are two lines of cocaine in front of him. He snorts them up. He rubs his nose with his fingers.
COOP That kid did have good shit.
The office door opens. Tommy enters, his nose is crooked and purple. He slams the door behind him.
COOP What the fuck?!
He gets up out of his chair.
TOMMY Sit down, shut up, we gotta fuckin' problem.
COOP Looks like you're the one with the fucking problem. What the fuck happened to your face?
TOMMY Lovisa's junkie kid.
COOP Get the fuck outta here, he's a fucking vegetable.
Tommy shakes his head.
TOMMY Nah he aint. I think he was making it look worse than it was.
Tommy takes out a cigarette and lights it up.
COOP So what's the problem, other than you being wanted for murder.
TOMMY Lovisa's dead.
Coop slowly sits down.
COOP What?
TOMMY And I think it was her crackhead son that killed her.
COOP You think he's the one, the killer.
TOMMY Makes sense, he makes people think he's fuckin' Mr. Potato head, no one would think twice.
COOP Shit.
TOMMY You need to get everyone on this, take that fuckin' kid out, and I'm talkin' shoot to fuckin' kill, then the law will be off my fuckin' ass.
The office door swings open. Christian charges in with a pink gun in his hand. He locks the door behind.
CHRISTIAN Nobody fuckin' move!
Both Coop and Tommy put their hands in the air.
CHRISTIAN This ends today, right fuckin' now. One of you dickless shitheads killed my mother.
COOP Calm down Christian.
CHRISTIAN Don't you fuckin' tell me to calm down! It's time to get everything out in the open.
Christian looks over at Tommy, he sees the cigarette in his hand. He walks over to him and snatches it from him. He puts it in his mouth and takes a drag. He steps backs.
CHRISTIAN Lets start at the beginning. My sister. The douche bag mayor who was sitting in that chair before you, who happened to be my shithead father, had her killed, and it wasn't that fist and foot jockey, one of you knows that, because I know that. That's why one of you tried to take me out. Didn't quite work though did it?
COOP And how do you know that?
CHRISTIAN Because I found this.
He pulls out what looks like a tiny tape recorder with a mic in it. He clicks the play button.
MARK'S VOICE I mean how do you think the people of this town would react if they knew the Mayor hired a professional fighter to kill his long lost daughter? You know my number. Call me.
COOP Where did you find that?
CHRISTIAN At my mothers, I don't know where she found it though, but I'm pretty sure that this was the reason she was killed.
Christian takes another drag from his cigarette.
CHRISTIAN Then there was that Comedian asshole, he was getting a little too close with your fall guy, and after he was killed he might have put two and two together, so he was next. And then the fuckin' crazy church lady. Crush up some ex in her sugar, salt, she ends up looking crazy, then you could pin it on her, but when she got off you couldn't let her walk.
Christian drops his cigarette, it burns into the carpet.
TOMMY What about the sheriff?
CHRISTIAN I have to take credit for that one. I shot the Sheriff. (singing) But I didn't shoot the Deputy.
He laughs.
CHRISTIAN I didn't know what he knew and didn't, so I offed him. I'm sorry Coop, I know you liked suckin' on his fat cock and all.
Christian swings the gun towards Coop.
CHRISTIAN So who is it........the cocksucker.
He swings the gun towards Tommy.
CHRISTIAN Or the Motherfucker?
COOP It doesn't have to be like this.
Christian Swings the gun back and forth between the two.
CHRISTIAN Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a douch bag by his toes, if he hollers let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
The gun stops at Coop, he puts his hands in front of him.
CHRISTIAN Shit!
He turns to Tommy.
CHRISTIAN I was really hoping it was gonna be you. Fuck it, I was gonna kill you both anyways.
Tommy charges at Christian and tackles him. The gun goes off. Coops index, middle and ring finger on his left hand blow off. Coop screams like a school girl with a scraped knee.
He falls onto his desk. A coffee mug that holds several pens falls off the desk. Pens roll onto the floor. Christian and Tommy struggle for the gun as Coop screams in pain.
Tommy is on top of Christian. A pen rolls next to him. Christian grabs it and stabs Tommy in the right eye. He falls back.
TOMMY My fuckin' eye!
Coop still screams.
COOP (In a high pitched squeal)
He shot my fingers off!
Christian opens the window and jumps onto the fire escape. Tommy pulls the pen out of his eye, jelly oozes out.
TOMMY Son of a bitch!
Tommy picks up the pink gun and heads for the window.
He sees Christian running down the street. He passes a young woman who is holding onto a little girl.
Tommy fires. The bullet hits the little girl in the head. Her brains splatter onto her mothers face.
TOMMY Shit!
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE - DAY
SUPER ON: ONE WEEK LATER
Coop sits behind his desk, his hand bandaged up, he only has his pinky and thumb. He runs his other hand through his hair.
COOP Fuck this!
He gets up and leaves his office.
EXT. CRAB ALLY - DAY
Tommy walks along the ally wearing a hoody, there is an eye patch over his eye.
TOMMY I'm gonna get you!
EXT. POINT VIEW WALK - DAY
Christian strolls along Point view walk. There is a gun shoved down the front of his pants He takes out a joint and lights it up.
A black car pulls up behind him. He turns around. The car speeds towards him.
He is struck and flies onto the hood. He holds on tight. The car comes to a quick stop. Christian flies off. His body skids along the ground. He rolls onto his back.
His face is covered in blood, bones stick out of one of his arms and one of his legs.
The car door opens. Christian pulls out his gun. A figure makes their way closer to him. Christian's eyes open wide.
CHRISTIAN So it was you.
Christian smiles.
CHRISTIAN Well I'm not going to give you the fucking satisfaction.
He puts the gun to his temple.
CHRISTIAN See you in hell.
He pulls the trigger. His brains shoot out the side of his head. The figure walks back to their car. He kicks the tire in anger.
Tommy sits on a picnic bench, hands cuffed behind his back. He takes in deep breaths, pain on his haggard face. His crotch is a bloody, dripping mess.
CHOMPER, a 120 pound, pure white Alaskan Malamute, lies dead on the ground. Blood surrounds his head like a halo.
Officer Carson has his 2 way radio to his mouth.
COOP (V.O.) Where the fuck are you?
CARSON Your back yard…and Coop…
COOP (V.O.) Yeah?
CARSON He killed Chomper…shot him at close range with a pink revolver.
INT. MAYOR’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
Coop sits at his desk, an outraged look on his face.
COOP Chomper’s dead? That fuckstick shot my dog?
CARSON (V.O.) Afraid so, Coop. Looks like he was trying to break into your house. I found an explosive device on him. EMC’s on their way now. I’m sorry…
Coop slams his casted fist down on his desk. He winces in pain.
COOP Son of a fucking bitch! Listen, cancel EMC. Bring that fuck to the dock. I’ll meet you there in 10 minutes.
Coop shakes his head, reaches into the desk drawer, pulls out large hunting knife.
EXT. COOP’S HOUSE - BACKYARD – CONTINUOUS
Tommy listens intently from a few feet away.
TOMMY I need an ambulance. That mutt chomped my nads. Please…I need help.
Carson turns.
CARSON Sir…uh…I really think we need to get him some medical attention.
Silence from the 2 way.
CARSON (CONT.) Coop? Coop? Are you there?
He re-attaches the radio to his shoulder strap, approaches Tommy.
CARSON Well, Lapsic, looks like you’re taking a little boat ride.
EXT. LAKE SIMPLY DOCK – MOMENTS LATER
Coop hops out of a black car. Carson holds Tommy, in front of the pier.
CARSON Coop, I don’t like this. He’s wanted for the murder of that little girl. Let’s follow procedure.
Coop approaches them, a scowl on his face.
COOP Officer, who’s in charge here again?
CARSON You are, sir.
COOP Correct. And who’s next in line to be sheriff of this Goddamned forsaken town?
CARSON Uh…that would be me, sir.
COOP Correct again. And who is going to appoint you sheriff of this fuckhole town?
CARSON I understand. What do you want me to do, Mayor?
Coop walks up, spits in Tommy’s face. He walks past them, towards an awaiting yacht, motions with his arm.
COOP Bring him aboard. We’re not going to call this in. Do you understand me?
Tommy’s face is white as a sheet. Fear evident in his eyes.
TOMMY What the fuck is this? Carson, you can’t let this happen.
Carson follows Coop, with Tommy in tow.
TOMMY You son of a bitch! You think you’re gonna get away with this?
Coop punches him in the gut, hard. Tommy winces, almost drops to his knees.
COOP You killed my fucking dog? You think you’re gonna get away with that? Fuck you, motherfucker!
EXT. YACHT – AT SEA – MOMENTS LATER
The yacht turns west, away from land. Coop drives with his good hand. Tommy lies on the bridge, while Carson watches from a few feet away.
TOMMY What’re you gonna do with me? Carson…you can’t allow this to happen!
Coop turns to Carson…puts his casted hand on his shoulder.
In one swift motion, Coop pulls out the hunting knife and drives it deep into Carson’s stomach.
Carson goes wide eyed.
CARSON What the fu…
He drops to his knees, and then backwards off the bridge to the deck below.
Tommy watches in horror.
COOP What am I gonna do with your ass? I’m gonna do what Hawk and I should have done a long time ago. I’m gonna cut your fucking head off and bury your ass at sea, you sick, little pervert.
Coop looks down at Carson’s dead body.
COOP Sorry old buddy…didn’t have a choice.
TOMMY Holy shit! It was you all along, huh? You orchestrated this whole Lake Simply Killer scam? You’re a cold blooded fucking psycho! You think you’re going to get away with it?
COOP I’m not a psycho, Tommy. A cold blooded killer? Yeah, I guess I am. No one’s innocent here, though. Things got set in motion, and one by one, people died. Shit, people die all the fucking time. You want to know how it all went down before you die, bitch?
Tommy wiggles on the ground, tries to free his hands. No use…he’s cuffed tight.
TOMMY Yeah, you fuck. Humor me.
The yacht continues on, into open water. Coop pulls back on the throttle. The ship slows a bit.
COOP Well, Mr. Bond, here’s how it all went down. That fuck Andrew was sent here by the IRS to look into my finances. I was into some shady shit, and he was getting too close…so I had to get rid of him. Giselle was the perfect little assassin, bless her sweet pussy. After she blew him up, I had to get rid of her, so I shot her in her beautiful face.
TOMMY I know…I watched it all go down. I was hiding just off shore, you sick bastard.
Coop smiles.
COOP You were huh? Interesting. Yeah, it was too bad, cause that girl sure could fuck…wettest little clam I’ve ever eaten. Such a shame. Doris going psycho, worked perfectly. All of a sudden, we had a serial killer on our hands, and I was in the clear. Had to get rid of that fat fuck Mayor, so I could move right into his position. Good old Hawk saw to that for me. Damn, he was a good man.
TOMMY I should have turned your ass in when I had the chance.
COOP Yes, you should have, dickface, but you didn’t, did you? You had way too many illegal dealings going on...your little porn and drug racket? Your little con games? No one would have believed you, Tommy, old boy…no one.
TOMMY C’mon, man, can’t we work something out here? I’ll never say a thing…I’ll just disappear…and you can…
COOP Don’t worry, you are going to disappear, and you won’t ever say anything, but that’s going to be cause dead fucks can’t talk.
Coop rolls the bloody knife around in his good hand.
TOMMY Oh shit, man. C’mon. You can’t do me like this.
COOP No? Oh, trust me, I can…and I will.
TOMMY Wait…wait just a minute. What about the others? Doris? Mark? Lovisa? You killed ‘em all too?
COOP I had Doris killed to put your ass on the run. Worked perfectly, didn’t it?
Tommy gets to a seated position.
TOMMY Yeah, fuck you, asshole!
COOP Lovisa killed Mark, I think. Revenge for him killing her daughter, Annika. And Lovisa herself? I thought you took her out. Come clean, now Tommy. The way I see it, she fucked your ass with that big dildo, and then you smashed her head in with it.
TOMMY Fuck you! I didn’t kill Lovisa. I actually loved that big titted old bitch. I thought it was you.
COOP Interesting…must have been that whacko Christian then. So you didn’t spill any blood after all…well, other than that innocent little girl you shot in the head. You know what they say…what comes around goes around, my friend.
Ahead of the yacht, a rocky outcropping appears. The yacht looks to be on a collision course with it.
TOMMY Fuck you, Coop! Uncuff me, and take me out like a man. Let’s see how it’ll play out.
Coop calmly approaches Tommy, the knife out in front, a cold, smile on his lips.
CRASH!
The yacht plows into the rocks, comes to a dead stop. Coop and Tommy are catapulted down to the deck below. Coop’s cast smashes down hard, dislocating his remaining fingers. The knife flies out of his hand, spins to a stop behind Carson’s lifeless body.
COOP FUCK!
Tommy somersaults backwards, pulls Carson’s revolver from its holster. Takes aim at Coop, in front of him.
TOMMY What comes around, goes around, you fuck. See ya round.
BANG! BANG!
Two shots tear into Coop’s chest, blowing him backward, into the cabin.
Tommy sits wide eyed, the smoking gun in his cuffed hands.
EXT. YACHT – AT SEA – MOMENTS LATER
Tommy unlocks the cuffs with Carson’s key. He re-attaches the cuffs to Carson’s belt, drops the key back into his pocket. He looks around, nervously, wipes off the gun with his shirt and puts it into Carson’s hand.
He grabs the 2 way from Carson’s shoulder strap, brings it to his mouth.
TOMMY All units, all units. This is Carson. Need immediate backup. We have a situation here.
PEOPLE sun bake on the beach, others splash in the shallows.
Simply Java is packed with PEOPLE.
Simply Food is also packed with CUSTOMERS.
Tommy walks past Simply Food, a group of TOURISTS follow him.
Tommy stops, turns to the crowd before him.
TOMMY And that concludes the tour, thanks for visiting Lake Simply. Feel free to grab a bite from Lake Simply’s premier restaurant, Simply Food. Great food, at even better prices.
The tourists clap and disperse as Tommy smiles. INT. SIMPLY ADMINISTRATION - LATER
Tommy sits at a desk. JOHN, 30 walks in.
JOHN Tommy my man, you are a genius.
TOMMY Keep talking...
JOHN The amount of visitors have gone up by twenty percent. This place is thriving, and it’s all because of you.
TOMMY Hey, I’m just trying to make light of an unfortunate situation. Coop the killer results in Tommy the richer.
JOHN You really shouldn’t be a poet...
John walks over and sits on the other side of the desk.
TOMMY I could be one if I wanted... (beat) You used to being a mayor yet? Easier than you thought, hey?
JOHN Much easier. How is your sausage and two meatballs? Pain gone away?
TOMMY Those guys at the surgery are amazing. Still mild pain, but I’m back in action baby!
JOHN I wish I could chose the size of my cock. I don’t think I would make mine thirty five center meters though...
TOMMY That’s what it was before. Why change a good thing?
JOHN Good point -
Suddenly, a brick smashes through the window. It lands on the desk.
John and Tommy raise their hands to protect themselves as class shatters everywhere.
TOMMY What the fuck...
Tommy goes to the broken window, looks out.
SARAH, 35 stands there, hands on hips.
TOMMY (CONT’D) What do you want this time, Sarah?
SARAH The usual Tommy. You, and your scummy, lying arse out of business.
TOMMY Not gonna happen, baby...
SARAH Do not call me baby! I know the truth about Coop’s death, and soon the whole world will too!
Tommy retreats from the window, as he closes the curtain. He looks at John.
TOMMY Coop’s sister. Thinks she knows everything. Stupid bitch has been spreading rumours saying that I killed Coop! Absurd.
John laughs.
TOMMY (CONT’D) The lengths some people will go to, eh?!
Tommy nods, looks at his watch.
TOMMY (CONT’D) Oh, news time. I’m gonna be on again tonight.
John flicks the television on. A reporter talks to the camera.
It cuts to Tommy.
TELEVISION:
A tear falls down Tommy’s face.
TOMMY (CONT’D) Rape, is not a joke. (beat) Coop raped me. Many times, over the period he had me locked up. (beat) I was his rag doll for two whole months. He even ate my genitals. (beat) I can’t express enough my negative feelings for him. But I think I am able to say that I hate him, from the bottom of my soul for what he did to me.
Tommy bows his head. Sniffs. He looks at the camera.
TOMMY (CONT’D) If you want to support me, I will be accepting donations. I will also be giving tours around Lake Simply, showing you every area of the town in which I was abused.
Tommy wipes away a tear from his face.
TOMMY (CONT’D) With your help, you can fix me. With your help, you can heal me. With you help, I can become human once again...
INT. SIMPLY ADMINISTRATION - CONTINUOUS
John cries.
JOHN It gets me every time.
TOMMY I know, I know.
Pause.
TOMMY (CONT’D) Anyway, I got a meeting in a minute and have to make a few calls before.
JOHN I will leave you to it. Drinks tonight?
Tommy winks at John. John walks out.
INT. MEETING ROOM - LATER
Tommy sits at the end of a long table with MEN in suits.
TOMMY Gentlemen, my vision is clear. As I’ve been explaining for the last hour, Lake Simply has such an immense amount of potential. (beat) I want to make Lake Simply, simply the best. The best holiday family destination in this part of the world.
The men around the table nod.
TOMMY (CONT’D) I need funding though, to get create my vision a reality. Can I get a quick show of hands to see who is interested in making Lake Simply, simply the best?
The majority of men raise their hands.
TOMMY (CONT’D) Fantastic. You will have an opportunity now to transfer to money instantly into an account.
INT. MEETING ROOM - LATER
Tommy stands at the door. He shakes hands with the men from before, as they walk past him.
TOMMY Thanks guys, someone will call you in the next few days...
INT. SIMPLY ADMINISTRATION - LATER
Tommy stands at a desk. He holds a cardboard box in his hands. A RECEPTIONIST sits behind the desk.
TOMMY I’m going away for a little while, hold all my calls.
The receptionist smiles and nods.
Tommy walks out of the door.
EXT. TOMMY’S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Tommy places the box in his car, then gets in. He puts on a pair of sunglasses, starts the engine. He looks in the rear vision mirror at Lake Simply.
TOMMY That was fun.
SARAH Was it?
Tommy turns around in his seat. Sarah sits in the back seat, a gun trained on Tommy’s head.
TOMMY What the fu -
Sarah shots Tommy. Brain splatters all over the car.
SARAH “Fuck” was the word you were looking for I think. Or maybe “fudge” or “fungus”. I suppose we will never know.
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