Don’t shout, Wayne. I was just enjoying the peace. Isn’t it a beautiful home? Don’t you just love the silk cushions and glass coffee tables and all?
Scout kicks off her shoes and walks about.
Closeup of her feet luxuriating in the thick carpet and rugs.
Pan up her legs. Her hands are against her thighs, playing nervously with her dress. She absently pulls the skirt up a little.
We see bruising on her thigh. Two shot Wayne and Scout.
WAYNE
You know why they have those glass coffee tables, precious? You want to know why they have them?
SCOUT
So’s they can put their coffee down, Wayne.
WAYNE
No it ain’t, baby. It’s so they can get underneath and watch each other take a dump.
Closeup on Scout, her jaw dropping in astonishment.
WAYNE
Yes it is, honey. I read that. It sure is.
Wide shot of room. Wayne has thrown himself on to a vast couch, his big booted feet up on the table under discussion. His comments have completely deflated Scout. She is very volatile; tears show in her eyes.
SCOUT
That is not so, Wayne! It is just not so and I do not want to hear about it just when everything is nice, you have to start on about people going to the bathroom on their coffee tables.
WAYNE
That’s the real world, honey. It’s weird. People are weird – they ain’t all nice like you and me. Aw c’mon, sugar, don’t feel bad. I feel good. Do you feel good, baby doll?
Scout’s moods change with alarming speed.
SCOUT
Yeah, I feel good, Wayne.
WAYNE
I always feel good after I kill a whole bunch of muthas. It’s like a pick me up, you know. They should make a commercial… like for Alka Seltzer.
Closeup on Wayne.
WAYNE
Feeling low? Dull? Shitty? Don’t waste a minute. Burn some muthafucka’s ass. You’ll feel great.
Pull out to two shot Wayne is laughing at his fantasy.
WAYNE
You know what Dr Kissinger said, baby?
SCOUT
You didn’t tell me you’d seen no doctor, honey.
Scout flops down beside Wayne on the couch. Her dress rides up; again we see the bruising, this time from Wayne ’s POV. He can not avoid seeing it. Embarrassed, Scout quickly pulls her skirt over it.
WAYNE
He wasn’t no real doctor, he was the Secretary of State. A powerful man, killed a whole lot more people than we ever will, not matter how hard we try. Well, you know what he said? He said that power was an aphrodisiac, which means it gets you horny.
SCOUT
I know what an aphrodisiac is, honey.
WAYNE
Well, you ain’t never gonna get more power over a person than when you kill them, so I guess killing is an aphrodisiac too.
SCOUT
I guess so, honey.
A joke occurs to Wayne. He sits up in excitement, which means he has to move the gun on his lap. Moving it makes a harsh metallic sound.
WAYNE
And get this, baby doll… if you kill a black guy, it’s an AfroAmericandisiac!
Wayne falls back, laughing, into the thick cushions. He makes himself more comfortable on the couch.
SCOUT
I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey, but you keep your dirty boots off that couch and be careful of all that blood on your pants. This is a nice house and I’ll bet the people who own it are real nice people and we don’t want to get no blood on their couch.
WAYNE
The blood is dry, pussycat. Blood dries real quick on account of it congeals. You know what, honey? If your
