It’s coming along. Starting to find my groove again. Can’t wait to get this draft finished, polished and read by a couple of people. I’m really looking forward to starting a new script. I’d love to have two finished scripts by the end of the year.
(Pages 68 & 69)
EXT. STORAGE UNIT BUSINESS – DAY
Martin pulls into a Storage Unit business.
INT. CAR – CONTINUOUS
You’ve got her in a fucking garage?
Well, I wasn’t going to take her home.
Are you fucking nuts, she could die in there.
Don’t worry, someone’s in with her taking care of her.
Dino jumps out of the car.
EXT. STORAGE UNIT BUSINESS – CONTINUOUS
Dino is scrambling to get inside of a unit, but walks frantically because he has no idea which one it is.
Martin exits the car.
Which one is it? Open it up. Come on!
Martin walks to a unit and opens it up.
INT. STORAGE UNIT – CONTINUOUS
Helen is sitting on a couch with a magazine in her lap. She looks unharmed, but has her legs and hands tied with rope.
FAT TONY, 40s, a massive man earning his nickname Fat, is sitting across from her in a chair playing a portable game unit. When Martin opens the door, he turns the game off and stands up.
Dino rushes to Helen and drops to his knees.
Oh my god, baby, are you okay?
I’m fine, I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me.
Dino starts kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant for them to hurt you.
Dino places his head into her hands.
Please forgive me.
It’s okay, Dino, I’m okay.
Martin walks over to Fat Tony.
Hey Tony, how you doing?
Do me a favor.
(leans over whispering into Fat Tony’s ear)
Stand out front and make sure no one hears anything. If someone comes around, knock on the door.
Sure thing, boss.
Got a knife? Untie her.
Fat Tony walks out of the unit and closes the garage door behind him.
Dino turns around.
What’s going on?
Martin pulls out a switch-blade.
I’ve got some questions for you Dino. For once in your life, I think you should be honest.
Martin hits the button on the switch-blade and the blade pops out.