Killing Zoe Page #2

Then he stops, attentive, listening for something.

He turns the shower off.

Then he hears it again, the knocking on the door.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - BATHROOM - DAY

Zed grabs a towel and climbs out of the shower. He makes his

way toward the knocking.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Zed walks to the door to his room with the towel wrapped

around his waist. He opens it.

In the hall is ZOEY, a cute French girl of not more than

twenty. She's chewing on gum the way a schoolgirl might, but

she looks like no girl Zed ever went to school with.

ZOEY:

Bonjour.

ZED:

(a little awkwardly)

Bonjour.

Zed opens up the door and lets her in. She checks out the

room and places her bag on the bed. Then she makes her way

to the window for a view of the city.

ZOEY:

Wow. Vous avez une belle chambre. Je ne

suis jamais venue dans cet hotel.

She turns to him, but in the process takes the time to

examine every detail of the room.

ZOEY:

Ca sera 150 francs de l'heure. Toute la

nuit pour 700. D'avance. Et faudra

porter un--

ZED:

I...don't speak French.

She blows a bubble.

ZOEY:

It's okay.

She takes a seat on the bed.

ZOEY:

It will be one thousand francs for all

night. In advance.

Zed takes the money out of his wallet and gives it to her.

ZOEY:

We can do it now if you want.

ZED:

Well, let me just dry up.

ZOEY:

Okay, but it's not necessary.

He goes into the bathroom and starts drying himself.

She puts the money in her bag and then turns on the

television from the remote console. A French talk show comes

on. She changes the channel until she comes to a station

playing F.W. Murnau's silent classic, "Nosferatu". She

smiles and sits back to watch.

ZED(O.S.)

(from the bathroom)

What's your name?

ZOEY:

Zoe or Zoey. Which ever you like.

ZED(O.S.)

My name's Zed.

ZOEY:

(smiling at this)

That's funny. We both have Z names.

Zed comes walking out of the bathroom drying his hair. His

pants are on.

ZED:

What was that?

She notices his pants.

ZOEY:

You can take those off. The pants.

ZED:

I'd rather watch you get undressed first.

ZOEY:

(matter-of-factly)

Alright.

She stands up and starts to lift her top off. He stops her.

ZED:

Slower.

He lays down on the bed.

She stands there looking at him and then smiles.

ZOEY:

Alright Mister America. Zed.

Then, with Zed laying on the bed and watching her, she

slowly, seductively strips in front of him, never taking her

eyes from his eyes, until she is totally naked.

ZOEY:

Slow enough for you?

Then, like a cat prowling for it's prey, she crawls over the

bed to him and begins to unbuckle his pants.

She removes the pants and climbs on top of him. They begin

to make love.

On the television, "Nosferatu" silently plays.

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