Drones

FADE BACK TO

JO’S EYES.

INT. JEEP

BILBAO

This is beyond my jurisdiction.

JO

Who asked you?

BAKER

He’s a psychologist.

JO

What would he know?

BILBAO

Well you speak of a sort of induced depression.

JO

It’s not depression.

BAKER

Are you feeling low right now?

BILBAO

I’ve heard of binaural beats that drove annoyance among normal individuals.

BAKER

But that couldn’t be anything permanent.

BILBAO

No of course not.

BAKER

Right temporary.

BILBAO

Obviously revelation is subject to the individual but at the end of the day you are still firing neurons that have been positioned physically by gravity.

BAKER

Amen to that.

Jo hears Baker say “Amen” and it echo’s in her ears. The Amen becomes a drone. She turns in her chair and slashes at Bilbao’s face. Blood splatters on the seat. Baker can’t believe what she has done-no time-she’s choking him with her bear hands.

JO

Science…will never…replace….god.

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Studio 54

I was dating an actress and it sucked

Her dead eyes from 4 years of hustle stared back at me when I asked her what life was like

She answered in mere platitudes: you have to do what you want to do-I need this and it is a part of who I am

There was no specificity but she gave me the best sex I’d ever had.

It maybe had to do with her being an actress-I mean come on you become what your career is-and damn was she a good actor.

But sex I mean I can whack off and get the same effect. Maybe not the same satisfaction but the biological response-exactly the same.

There needed to be something more and all there was was a hollow shell surrounded by dead eyes.

…..

“We think she killed the man and the woman who were at the screening on Thursday night. Apparently there was a third person that was with them when she was auditioning for the new tv show.”

“another young woman.”

“The show runners niece?”

“No an intern”

“Yea that’s what I meant”

The niece was an intern?”

“Yes.”

…..

“The actress-“

“Marla Maples-no”

“Hahahahaha”

“Marla Mooney”

“Change her last name to money with a little blood smeared…”

The voices trailed as they left the bathroom.

…..

“We are in search of a woman-you may know her as Marla Mooney. She was last seen with you.”

A. How in the fuck did people see me and Marla

B. How the fuck would I know. Last I saw her she was wearing a dazzled scale dress and was probably going off to fuck a producer. The artistry with that one never sleeps yet somehow always sleeps around.

“I don’t know where she is.”

“We’re gonna have to take you in for questioning “

I’m in the squad car now. Something about being in the back of a police car even though you haven’t done anything still makes you feel paranoid. I guess that’s how they get innocent people to admit to shit they didn’t do-you gotta make that commission somehow.