Here's a short devious little thriller that would be easy to do and somewhat of a fun romp I think. Yeah it's a tad bit exploitive but still tasteful. We know surely something is going to happen at the end that is evil and such but it's still a hoot to see unfold. It's available to anyone who thinks they'd like to give it a try. Let me know.

EASY COME, EASY GO
By: Megan Myers

Meganmyers2004@yahoo.co.uk
2005

FADE IN:

EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF APARTMENT (OR HOUSE) – DAYLIGHT

RICK, a young, easy-going, pleasantly mannered jeans and T-shirt kind of guy, holds a Classified Ad section of the newspaper and casually inspects a car with a FOR SALE sign on the windshield.

An attractive young woman, BRANDEE, approaches dressed in a short denim skirt, knee length leather boots over nude hose, a white, Oxford style blouse with the collar open and accessorized with a loosely knotted, man-style tie. A purse dangles at waist level from shoulder length straps and her “total packaged look” is topped off with an exceptionally pleasing good-girl smile.

BRANDEE
Are you the guy who called about the car?

RICK
That would be me.

BRANDEE
Hi, I’m Brandee.

Brandee presents her delightfully feminine hand for Rick to shake.

RICK
Brandee? Is that spelled with a Y or an I?

Brandee is almost thrilled that this guy cares enough to ask such a question. She perks up at the inquiry and is obviously flirtatious in her body language in that she quickly draws her feet tightly together, lifts up on her tippy-toes then rocks back on her heels, puts her hands together demurely in front and cocks her head just a tad to one side as she answers.

BRANDEE
Actually it’s with two E’s.

RICK
Well Hi Brandee with two E’s. I’m Rick with--only one K.

Brandee chuckles.

RICK
I always wished I’d had two K’s, but my parents were poor ya’ know?

Brandee feels very at ease with his lite joking. It is clever but not corny.

Rick easily senses her weakness for attention and moves to verbally exploit her.

RICK (continuing)
Just think, if you marry some guy named like. . .Dusty or Randy, only they spell it with two E’s, then some of your kids could be born with maybe 4 E’s at the end of their names?

Brandee chuckles over the amusingly witty concept.

BRANDEE
I never really thought of that.

RICK
Are you prepared for such a thing?

Brandee laughs. She thinks Rick is so cool.

BRANDEE
I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.


RICK
All right, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya’.

Brandee and Rick have really hit it off but as they look at the car, there’s a slight lull in the conversation. Brandee does notice that Rick is paying more attention to her than the car but she’s the kind of girl who is use to being scoped out by men and it only makes her a little nervous. She tries to get back to the topic at hand.

BRANDEE
So do you like the car?

Rick’s solid concentration on Brandee is temporarily broken.

RICK
Huh?

Brandee motions towards the car.

BRANDEE
The car?

RICK
Oh yeah! Love the car. I need a present for my girlfriend you know? Well, actually she’s my fiancée. It’s her birthday. But yes, I love the car.

BRANDEE
Wow! Lucky girl! I mean, that you’re buying her a car and all.

Rick does not acknowledge Brandee’s comment on the car being a gift. He moves quickly onto another subject.

RICK
But you know what I also love?

BRANDEE
What would that be?


RICK
I love those boots you’re wearing.

Brandee is taken back by the comment. It catches her off guard. However, she is a proudly vain, flirtatious tease of a femme who enjoys any attention that is aimed at her. She looks down at her feet, stands up and back on her tippy-toes again, timidly turns her toes in and her heels out a couple of times in a playful manner. She is vamping and knows it.

BRANDEE
Thanks. I do love boots.

RICK
My finance does too. She says they make her feel powerful, strong--in control—like a real woman of the New Millenium.

BRANDEE
WOW! Yeah! I guess they do now that you mention it. That’s a cool way to put it. She sounds like a neat person.

RICK
Size eight?

BRANDEE
Eight and a half, medium.

RICK
From NINE WEST I bet?

BRANDEE
Wow! You’re good.

Now Brandee is really taken back with Rick. He’s a guy who is not only witty and polite but knows and appreciates women’s footwear.

Rick suddenly changes the topic again.



RICK
Can I see how much room there is in the trunk?

Brandee is once again, kind of caught off guard again by this rapid change in topics but she obliges Rick’s request, goes to the rear of the car, unlocks the trunk and opens it.

Rick looks down inside.

RICK
Perfect!

Brandee dangles the keys in front of Rick.

BRANDEE
Do you want to take it for a test drive?

RICK
No need! I like it. Let’s talk price.

BRANDEE
Great!

RICK
Tell you what, Brandee with two E’s. I know you’re asking a little more than you’re willing to take--and you know I’m going to offer a little less than I’ll pay.

BRANDEE
(chuckles)
You’re right. You caught me.

RICK
So let’s try this?

Rick pulls out his checkbook and pen.

RICK (continuing)
I’ll pay the asking price if you throw in the boots.

Brandee pauses. She wasn’t expecting that as part of the offer at all. Her smile backs off a tad and is now more formally forced.

BRANDEE
You’re kidding?

RICK
No, no! For real.

Brandee hesitates. She is sheepishly resistant over the strange offer.

RICK
(Pressuring)
It’ll be a fun story. I’ll tell my fiancé that I drove such a hard bargain that I literally talked you right out of your finest footwear, and you can tell people about this totally lunatic guy who actually paid your asking price on the car but only if you tossed in the boots right off your feet.

Brandee is cautiously unsure as to whether or not Rick is bull****ting her.

Rick senses her resistance and eggs her on just a little.

RICK
OK, you can even call me a lunatic “kinky” guy. How’s that?

BRANDEE
This is like, not for real is it?

Rick tempts her to agree by brandishing the checkbook right under her nose, gently pressuring her with some ornery verbal logic.


RICK
(lite heartedly joking)
Now listen Brandee. . .you can’t tell me that a girl like you, who lives on the fun-time edge of life by having two E’s in her name, wouldn’t be up for a deal like this and the story that goes with it?

Brandee is weakening but still resisting.

Rick ups the vanity ante.

RICK
It’s a great opening line for a story to tell some hunk you want to meet at the next trendy club scene you’re at.

Brandee is close to agreeing.

Rick can sense it. Again, he brandishes the checkbook.

RICK (continuing)
Hey—what can I say? Cute girl, cute story—what man could ever resist that?

Brandee caves in with that blatantly flattering remark. How could she resist such buttery reasoning. She cheerfully agrees, reaches down, unzips her boots, tugs them off and tosses them in the trunk. She is wearing short, white, sport sock footies over her hose and now stands sheepishly with one shapely nylon and sock clad foot lodged on top of the other.

BRANDEE
This is like. . .so totally wild.

RICK
Hey, you’re a good sport.



BRANDEE
Well you’re right about one thing. It makes for a good story.

Rick writes out a check and hands it to Brandee.

She gives him the keys.

RICK
Better make sure you didn’t leave anything in the trunk?

BRANDEE
OK!

Brandee bends over to look in the trunk.

Rick takes a quick look around to make sure no one is watching and pulls a syringe from his pocket.

BRANDEE
Looks empty to me.

Just as Brandee stands upright, Rick plunges the syringe deep into her youthfully firm buttocks.

She lets out a short squeal, turns toward Rick with an already partially glazed look in her eyes then stares right past him into space.

Rick’s mood is now one of all business. It’s dark, even sinister and delivered in a lecturing style.

RICK
It’s Ketamine dear. A muscle relaxant that vets use on injured racehorses.

RICK (continuing)
I do owe you an explanation.

Brandee’s eyes are beginning to cross. She tries to speak but it’s garbled, non-sensual.



RICK (continuing)
The car is for me. You--are the present I’m getting for my fiance’

Rick leans in and gives Brandee a delicate peck of a kiss on the cheek.

The drugged girl releases very faint, high-pitched moans, like she’s trying to scream but can’t muster the effort needed.

RICK (continuing)
Don’t resist it, sweetheart. Just let yourself go.

Brandee passes out and slumps half in and half out of the trunk.

RICK (continuing)
That’s a good girl. See how easy life can be when you don’t try to fight?

Rick dumps Brandee completely into the trunk then takes another quick look around. He nonchalantly closes the trunk lid and walks towards the front of the car whistling a lite-hearted tune and spinning the car keys off the end of his index finger like nothing at all has happened. He gets in, starts the engine and drives off.

FADE OUT:

THE END

LOL, I like how he syringes her, not in the neck or back, but in the butt cheek. He should be listening to some Bob Dylan "times they are a changin" as he drives off. Good stuff.

Since posting the script, I've modified it, tightened it up a tad and added two more pages. It's more sinister and devious at the end. I also now call it ONE STOP SHOPPING as that title relates a bit more readily to the material added.

Anyone who wants to see it should contact me for a copy of the revised script.

Easy to do, one setting, two people. A fun romp, albeit a decadent one.

Megan

I'd like to see this more tightend up version, please...

Yeah I'd like to see it too.

My e-mail is skippingstonearts@yahoo.com.

I like it. I would love it if you could send me a revised copy. Just send it to this address: ralphdepalma@bluewin.ch

Look forward to hearing from you,

Ralph N.J

I enjoyed the read, nice writing...now im going to go look up what albeit means

man, i really like this script... i wish i would have saw it earlier! oh well hopefully i can still get it.