Blood Simple Page #3

ABBY:

What was that?

RAY:

Your husband.

BAR BACK OFFICE NIGHT

We are tracking past a man seated behind a wooden desk,

towards an 8 x 10 black-and-white photograph that has just

been slapped down on the desktop.

The picture is of Abby and Ray in bed together in the motel

room.

VOICE:

I know a place you can get that

framed.

The voice is familiar as that of the narrator whose musings

on life in Texas and the Soviet Union opened the movie.

We cut to him.

He is settling himself into a chair facing the desk. He is

LOREN VISSER, a large unshaven man in a misshapen yellow

leisure suit.

He smiles at the man behind the desk.

JULIAN MARTY:

Sits staring down at the photograph. Behind him a window

opens on the bar proper. Country-western music filters in

from the bar.

Marty is not pleased.

MARTY:

What did you take these for?

VISSER:

What do you mean...

He removes a pouch of tobacco from his breast pocket and

nonchalantly starts rolling a cigarette.

VISSER:

...Just doin' my job.

MARTY:

You called me, I knew they were there,

so what do I need these for?

VISSER:

Well, I don't know... Call it a fringe

benefit.

MARTY:

How long did you watch her?

VISSER:

Most of the night...

He lights his cigarette, then slaps his lighter onto the

desktop.

It is silver, engraved on the top with a lariat spelling out

"Loren" in script, and on the side with a declaration that

he is "Elks Man of the Year."

VISSER:

...They'd just rest a few minutes

and then get started again. Quite

something.

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