Have Some Guts
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a wad of cash. She returns to her wheelchair and opens her own bag. When she opens it, money erupts out. She shoves the money back in, then the wad of cash, and plops down in her seat.
Martha stares completely stunned. Numbers waves his hand over her face.
NUMBERS
Hey, come back to earth, lady. Where does your daughter live?
Simon puts the knife to her throat.
MARTHA
Sixty-six, fifty-three Dorsal Avenue.
Numbers pushes her down to the floor.
SIMON
Nobody moves until we're gone, or so help you God!
Numbers looks at Simon and shakes his head.
NUMBERS
Simon, will you ever learn? Leave God out of this.
Simon yawns and flips him off as they both leave the room. Everyone slowly returns to their feet and stare at Martha in the corner.
MARTHA
You wouldn't believe it, but I saw Doris climb out of her wheelchair and…
WARREN
Don't you dare try and accuse my mother again. You are so shallow to make up such a lie. Maybe you should consider what just happened.
Warren hugs his mother.
ARNIE
Who were those men to you and what is the briefcase they were talking about? You gave your daughter the money, didn't you?!
Doris sits in her chair clutching the bag.
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EXT: PACIFIC OCEAN.
The water is a deep blue and reflects the sun peeping through the gray clouds. Amongst a large floating pool of krill is the briefcase entangled in seaweed.
Suddenly, a Sperm whale breaks the surface and bursts through the water. White foamy bubbles and massive waves are pushed in every direction. The whale opens his gigantic mouth and swallows in all the seaweed, krill, and the briefcase. He splashes back down into the ocean depth leaving nothing but waves crashing against each other.
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INT: KIMMY'S HOUSE.
Kimmy enters the front door.
KIMMY
I am home, baby. Pudding, mommy got you some treats.
She sets a bag of groceries down on the table. It falls over and everything spills onto the counter, including a bag of DOG-TREATS and a package of COOKIES. She opens the dog treats and pulls one out. It resembles a macaroon.
KIMMY
Pudding. Mommy is home, where are you?
She checks every room. She panics, drops the dog treat back on the counter, and grabs the phone. She frantically dials.
KIMMY
MOMMY! I CAME HOME AND PUD-
MARTHA
(interrupting)
Kimmy, you have to get out of the house! Leave now!
KIMMY
But Pudding is…
MARTHA
Leave now!
KIMMY
Why, what's going on mommy? Is there something wrong?
A loud KNOCK at the door.
KIMMY
Wait, someone's at the door, Mommy. Maybe it is animal control? I will call you in a couple minutes.
MARTHA
NO, Kimmy! Don't answer the door!
She hangs up the phone and runs to the door. She looks through the peephole.
INSERT: PEEPHOLE
Numbers and Simon stand outside.
BACK TO SCENE
KIMMY
Hello? What can I do for you?
SIMON
Hello, Kimmy. Might you let us in so we can chat?
KIMMY
How'd you know my name? Do you know where my dog is?
SIMON
No, I don't know where your fuckin' dog is. Do you know where my fuckin' briefcase is?
Simon pulls the knife out of his jacket and taps it on the peephole.
SIMON
Open the door right now and we will leave you one of your kidneys.
KIMMY
Oh, shit! I know who you fuckfaces are!
Kimmy steps back as Numbers kicks in the door. They step inside and Numbers grabs her.
KIMMY
I lied. I do know where your briefcase is. It's…
She looks at the coffee table and it is not there. She thinks for a moment.
KIMMY
It's in the bedroom. I am so sorry, let me go and I will go get it. Please, you're hurting my swinging arm.
SIMON
That is your swinging arm, huh? Ohhh, poor girl, I wouldn't want you to not be able to play softball anymore. Go get the fuckin' briefcase and we won't break your skinny little arm. Ok, sweetheart?
Kimmy has a miserably pathetic look on her face as she nods. Numbers lets her go.
KIMMY
I never said I used it for swinging a bat, asshole.
SIMON
You're a feisty little minx. You don't mind if I help myself to a little snack in the kitchen do you?
Kimmy smirks and trots into the bedroom. Numbers drops down on the couch and rubs his eyes. He leans back and watches Kimmy in the bedroom.
Kimmy rummages underneath the bed.
Simon scouts around in the kitchen and comes out with the dog treat in his hand and the package of cookies. He munches down the dog treat.
SIMON
What kind of fucked up macaroon is this?
He spits it out onto the floor and wipes his hand on his jacket. He smells his hand.
SIMON
It smells like fuckin' liver and onions!
Suddenly, Kimmy comes running in, and wildly swings the ax while SCREAMING. She misses Simon only because Numbers pulls him down. She smashes it into the wall.
She rips it out and slices it between them into the couch as they dive out of the way.
SIMON
Where'd she get a fuckin' ax? Weren't you watching her, Numbers? Jesus Christ!
Numbers scowls at Simon.
Kimmy tears the ax out of the frame of the couch and marches toward Simon. She swings and he rolls under the table. The ax splits into the wood coffee table. The ax is wedged and is only mere inches from Simon's face.
Numbers hops to his feet and grabs her from behind. She bites his hand and head butts him with the back of her head. His nose spatters blood as he lets her loose.
The phone RINGS.
NUMBERS
Ahhhgh!
She winds back and slugs him in the nose. He stumbles back clutching his nose. Simon scrambles to his feet.
She plucks a picture frame off the wall and throws it at Simon. It strikes him in his head and he tumbles into the closet door. She wrenches the ax out of the table.
KIMMY
And you thought I swung a bat, hah!
Kimmy charges Simon with the ax cocked back behind her head. Simon stumbles back and opens the closet door to block her. The ax gashes into the closet door only to become stuck, again. He SLAMS the door closed and fights with her to pull the ax out. She knees him in the balls and he drops to the floor. Simon WHIMPERS.
Numbers wipes the blood off his face with a couch pillow.
NUMBERS
Lord, please forgive me for what I am about to do.
He motions a cross on his chest with his finger. Just as she spins around with the ax, he grabs her head and slams it into the wall. A dent is left in the drywall. She falls down and sobs. Her nose starts to bleed.
KIMMY
Please, don't kill me. I don't have the briefcase. It was here, but now it isn't. I think Kenny has it. I wanted to give it back, honest.
Simon hobbles into the kitchen and comes back with two wet dishtowels and some ice trays.
NUMBERS
Once we get the briefcase, you'll never see us again. Where is Kenny?
KIMMY
I don't know. He is probably with his loser friend, Chester.
Simon cracks one of the ice trays into a towel. He balls it up and holds it over his crotch. He SIGHS. He hands the other towel full of ice to Numbers. Numbers puts it over his nose.
SIMON
Shit, he could be anywhere, man.
/> The phone RINGS.
SIMON
Go get that. And DON'T come back with a fuckin' cleaver!
Kimmy staggers to the phone and answers it.
KIMMY
Hello?
MARTHA
(V.O.)
Kimmy, is everything, Ok? Who was at the door?
KIMMY
It was just a couple of kids who found Pudding running around in the street. Nothing else.
MARTHA
Why didn't you answer the phone when I called a couple minutes ago?
KIMMY
Um, I was outside trying to catch Pudding. She is OK.
MARTHA
Kimmy, do I need to call the police? Are you sure everything is fine?
Kimmy looks over at Simon, He picks a splinter out of his hand with his knife.
KIMMY
I am OK, Mommy, and so is Pudding.
MARTHA
Alright, let me here Pudding for a second. I want to here if she is alright.
Kimmy covers the phone with her hand.
KIMMY
(whisper)
It is my Mommy. She wants to hear Pudding speak.
NUMBERS
Who is Pudding?
KIMMY
My Doberman.
Simon nudges Numbers.
SIMON
Go on. Bark like a fuckin' dog.
Kimmy uncovers the phone. Numbers stands motionless.
Kimmy grabs his balls and makes Numbers YELP a few times.
KIMMY
See, she is just fine, Mommy. Hey, I have to go, I have a call on the other line, OK?
MARTHA
Be good, honey. And remind me to tell you later about the old lady that I punched in the mouth. Your Father was proud of me! OK, Mommy loves you. Bye.
Kimmy hangs up the phone.
SIMON
Alright, so now what do we do?
Numbers holds his groin.
NUMBERS
I can think of only one thing after chewing this gross gumball for the last three hours and having my teabag squeezed by little miss deathgrip.
He glares at Kimmy.
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INT: KIMMY'S HOUSE. THIRTY MINUTES LATER.
Kimmy pulls a pan from a heaping pile of dirty dishes.
She stands, scrubbing it over the sink. Simon sits on the couch rubbing his belly while Numbers leans back in a chair at the table picking his teeth with a toothpick.
NUMBERS
That was awesome. I'm feeling kind of bad about ruining her day and all.
SIMON
Then go give her a fuckin' hug.
Simon clicks on the television.
INSERT: TELEVISION
Mid-afternoon with Mitch and Melanie.
MELANIE
Welcome back, Seaside. The town will be enjoying an extra day off this weekend as Labor Day is upon us. That means the boardwalk will be extra busy with college students and other tourists looking to get away and see some Seaside culture. Our very own Michael North has the…
Mitch puts his hand to his ear to listen to his earpiece. A look of surprise crosses his face.
MITCH
(interrupting)
One moment, Melanie. We have some breaking news for you folks! Apparently, a record breaking 3-ton, ninety-foot Sperm whale has washed up on the shore of the beach. It appeared just minutes ago as the tide began rolling in. It is being reported that it is dead.
MELANIE
Oh my, that is terrible, Mitch. Anything else?
MITCH
Nothing else. We will keep you informed as we get more information, back to your story, Mel.
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Simon turns the television off.
SIMON
So do we wait here for the fuckin' boyfriend to show or do we go looking?
NUMBERS
My guess is that this guy will show up here. Especially, if we call him and tell him we have his girlfriend. Kimmy, would you be so polite to make a phone call for me?
Kimmy scowls.
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EXT: BEACH.
The sky is gray and only a few people walk the beach.
Kenny sits with his feet dug into the sand while waves CRASH on the shore.
Chester sits beside him wrapped in a thick blanket. He is drinking another Corona. Six more buckets of bait rest by Chester.