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YOKNAPATAWPHA COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT
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Investigating Officer(s): Det. S. Murphy, Det. T. Armstrong
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Incident No.: 002221-15H-2004
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Case Description: Corwin Fitz Homicide
This scene comes from the script Fitz's movie, Bacchanals'
Destruction, taken as
evidence (Evidence # 002221-03) from the master bedroom of the film crew's lodge.
Alsace Montenado reported that the following scene was slated to be
rewritten as it would prove too costly to be effectively filmed.
Apparently, the scene was the first one Fitz wrote and he had a
sentimental attachment to it. However, Montenado convinced Fitz to
re-conceive the scene and tell it unconventionally, through cinematic
style and effect. Caution: Rough language and
situations.
BACCHANALS' DESTRUCTION script, Lodge Draft 8,
pg. 16.
CUT TO:
EXT – ADJUNCT MOTEL, SWEATY DAY
RALDLER and COSTA are in a different motel
room now. Raldler is pacing. Costa is cleaning his pistol;
throughout the scene he cleans it, fills the magazine, pops the clip
in and waistbands it.
COSTA
I know you're fond of playing this part. You know
it, don't you?
RALDLER
Hey, Costa... you ever see ghosts?
COSTA
Boy, you
ain't shot nobody. You ain't created no ghosts! I've
created some motherf*****' ghosts.
RALDLER
Wanna bet
I haven't?
COSTA
What's
this ghost about?
RALDLER
It's
more like intuition.
COSTA
By all
means -- intuit.
RALDLER
That guy
who Jerry and I pounded, back on the highway -- He came to me
and told me that he'd taken his own life last night.
COSTA
Don't
go gettin' all heady on me. If he killed himself, it wasn't
because of you. Look, just chill the f*** out cause this one's
about to go down.
RALDLER
And what
do we hit after this? Another parking lot?
COSTA
Next time
it's for real... But first I'm gonna treat you and the
boys to a seaside paradise, my friend. I'm puttin' everybody
up at the Dixie Grand Casino in the most bitchen suite they got. I
told 'em we were comin', and to get my jacuzzi fired up,
baby. You with me?
RALDLER
I was hoping
to get a little further away from here than Bromide Tide. That's
like an hour away.
COSTA
It's
a lifetime, my friend. I promise.
RALDLER
It's
bulls***, Costa. That's what it is.
COSTA
(stands
up quickly, checks him)
Raldler, man,
you can't live your life so guarded, like your own goddamn
cop. Not and do this, you can't. If those other cops creep
up on you, just...
Costa pulls
his pistol and fires off a couple of blank rounds, dangerously close,
incriminatingly loud.
COSTA (cont.)
...and
run like hell. No bullets, no harm. Of course, me -- I think
I've accepted the philosophy that if you ain't no man,
and you don't carry real bullets. Then when something you don't
like creeps up on you, the only thing you can do is run away.
Costa gives
a whoop of revelry, nearly as loud as the gun. He gives Raldler a kick
and pushes him to the door.
COSTA (cont.)
Now get
out there and break a leg, you dirty thespian.
Raldler appears
to fade inside himself as the reggae music swells. He puts his annoying
hat and shades on and dances around, then slips out onto the walk-around
terrace.
There is no
one around, and it appears to upset him.
RALDLER
(yelling,
slurred)
S***, man,
where is everybody? Don't any of y'all party?
He struts up
and down the terrace in a drunken-like stupor, peeping in windows and
knocking on doors as he yells and drinks. An occasional frightened eye
looks out through partially closed curtains.
RALDLER
C'mon,
this is the f*****' beach for *****sakes. It's Spring
Break, woo-hoo! Y'all need to wake your asses up and get on
this juice!
A BORED LOUNGER
across the way calls out as a van whips into the parking lot below.
BORED LOUNGER
Calm down,
dude. Or take that s*** elsewhere!
Down below,
a figure gets out of the van. He is obscured behind Raldler.
RALDLER
You're
the one that needs to take that ass-sittin' somewhere else. It's
the goddamn end of the world, motherf******!
How many more days you think we got to party?
A rifle shot
is fired and Raldler's chest explodes. He appears shocked, then begins
stumbling and coughing up blood. The shooter's voice (KENNY) calls
from below:
KENNY
Bacchanals' destruction!
The motel guests
begin to check out the commotion. Raldler lies twitching and gagging on
blood. Costa runs out of the motel room and panics like a madman, while
the other guests stand dumbfounded and repulsed as Raldler convulses in
death spasms, then sinks into the dark sleep. The screech of the van's
tires, the ocean and blaring music lay the foundation for screams and
sighs of horror.
COSTA
(in shock)
Holy s***!
Who the f***! Man, who shot you!
The commotion
is heating up.
In the very
far distance, almost blending in with the other sounds, a POLICE SIREN
wails.
Costa grabs Raldler's lifeless body and drags him down the steps. The crowd is
quick to criticize this action. A CONCERNED WITNESS steps forward.
CONCERNED WITNESS
Hey, man,
I don't think you should move him. Let somebody call an ambulance.
COSTA
(frenzied)
Get outta
my f*****' way, man! Can't you see my friend here's dyin'! I gotta get him to the hospital then catch that shooter!
Costa lifts Raldler into the economy car parked below as the motel guests keep insisting
that they stay. Costa pulls a gun on them.
COSTA
(enraged)
All right,
who did it? Huh? Which one of you prissy motherf*****s told 'em
we were here? What's the matter, did my friends f*****'
blood an' guts splatterin' in your faces make you shy?
I want a f*****' answer! Then you're all gonna get it,
'cause I'm sendin' Little Bob over here, and he don't
shoot just one guy and run!
The crowd disperses
as Costa gets in the car and speeds away. The music is still blaring
from upstairs as everyone rushes into their rooms.
CUT TO:
INT–CAR,
SAME
COSTA
(laughing, dosed on adrenaline)
Holy s***,
man! Those pricks were paralyzed. Woo! Let's see 'em party
that s*** off! Those kids are bound for therapy. And you know why,
'cause they can't get enough. Deep down inside they want to
see more.
Raldler is still
slumped over in the position of death. Costa starts to notice.
COSTA
You gettin'
into that one. Wake up, man. .... Raldler!
COSTA pokes
Raldler, still no move. He moves in to examine closer and Raldler jumps up,
scares the s*** out of Costa, who nearly wrecks.
COSTA
(pissed)
Give it a rest, you jackass!
RALDLER
Yes, I say we give it a rest.
COSTA
(peering ahead)
Ho, is that...?
Kenny is on
the side of the road limping.
COSTA
(angry)
S***! What is this?
The car stops
to picks up Kenny.
KENNY
(highly upset)
Step on it, man! Get the f*** outta here!
COSTA
What is it, man? Where's Miguel?
KENNY
(practically in tears)
It's f****d, man! I managed to jump out before the
worst of it. The cops...
RALDLER
No way! There can't be cops!
COSTA
What happened?
KENNY
It was all a blur... I heard shots.
RALDLER
This can't be happening. It's just a game.
KENNY
Well, it
ain't no game to them! They were on our ass before we could
even get out in the road good!
RALDLER
You slipped
up, Costa. You're gettin' too casual with this s***! That's
why we need Miguel in the field to keep that radio contact.
Costa whips
the pistol out and pops a blank in Raldler's face. Raldler gets an extreme
rush. He roars.
COSTA
Remember
what I said. Next time it'll be the real deal.
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