Burn – Part 11

burn-11WE SEE NOTHING. TOTAL DARKNESS.

WE HEAR SOMEONE BEING HIT – hard.

INT. THE COTTAGE – KITCHEN – DAY
Mickey is punched in the face and knocked to the ground – still tied to the chair. It’s Johnny doing the punching.

JOHNNY
Wakey. Wakey. Sleeping beauty.

Mickey is knocked over then put back up.

Mickey whispers something through the blood. Johnny leans in to listen not too close this time.

MICKEY
You hit like a girl.

From behind Frank throws a clear plastic bag over Mickey’s head and he is suffocated, choking on his own blood.

Out of the gloom a naked Kimmi with bright red hair strolls and straddles Mickey – caressing his face as he struggle for breath.

The bag tightens.

Kimmi kisses Mickey through the bag, with her newly severed and bleeding tongue-stump leaving a trail of blood. Blood pours out her mouth and down her chin.

LUCIA
(V.O.)
You can’t tell me that this doesn’t excite you. Can’t tell me that I don’t make you hard.

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Red lips kiss a burned corpse.

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INT. THE CAR – NIGHT
The trucks headlights and horn snap Mickey back into reality.

He skids the car into a ditch and gets out to puke.

He wipes his mouth and pukes again.

The puke puddle at his feet moves and writhes with slugs and maggots.

He gags again – something is stuck in his throat.

He reaches in and removes a matted twisting mess of long black leaches gorged and gorging on his blood – Spreading over his hands.

He pulls and pulls and more comes out like a vile mockery of the magicians string of flags.

And then…

It’s all gone and reality is back.

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EXT. OUTSIDE THE FORGER’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Mickey pulls up someway down the street and waits.

It’s your typical Friday night in town. Drunk happy people stumble from bar to bar, a group of girls on their hen night, dealers standing in shadows, buskers and a young couple sneak a kiss.

Mickey slips in and out of the crowd and down a side street. Pass the junkies and whores he comes to a steel door.

He presses the buzzer impatiently.

FOREST
Yeah yeah. Who the fuck is this?
MICKEY
Santa Claus.
FOREST
Where’s my bike?
MICKEY
You didn’t deserve one.
FOREST
Look up at the camera.

He does so.

MICKEY
Come on. I need some of that old magic.
FOREST
You got green?
MICKEY
I got better.

He clinks two coins together and the door unlocks and Mickey enters.

INT. THE FORGER’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
It’s a disgusting hovel. Piles of magazines and books, pizza boxes everywhere.

FOREST
You know everyones looking for you?
MICKEY
Who?
FOREST
Cops, your old crew…what’s left of them.
MICKEY
They’ve been here?
FOREST
Frank was here. Told him I would call if you turned up.
MICKEY
Did you?
FOREST
Yeah.

Mickey doesn’t seem surprised. He goes and peaks through a crack in the curtain.

FOREST(CONT’D)
What do you need? Passports.
MICKEY
I need the machine.
FOREST
Fuck off Mickey. I can’t give you the machine.
MICKEY
I need the machine. Promise I’ll drop it off when I’m done with it.
FOREST
Fuck off Mickey.

Mickey drops the coins into The Forgers hands.

FOREST(CONT’D)
It’s my livelihood.

Mickey pulls out the rest of the coins.

MICKEY
You don’t trust me? I’m a crook  anda thief, but I ain’t a liar. There’s no time Forest. If I get you to make the passports then you’ld know who the passports were for so I’ld have to kill you and I’m real fucking tired of killing. Besides you don’t really have a choice.

Mickey doesn’t have to say anything.

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