The Death Artist Page #4

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Walter goes to unlock his door -

MRS. SWICKER

Oh by the way did you happen to

see Frankie out here, by any

chance?

Walter thinks for a second -

WALTER:

Uh, no, I didn't see him at all.

MRS. SWICKER

What's got into that cat? Well if

you do see him, tell him I've got

a nice fat piece of ocean-fresh

halibut for him -

WALTER:

T-tell him that?

MRS. SWICKER

If you see him.

WALTER:

OK Mrs. Swicker.

Mrs. Swicker heads off -

MRS. SWICKER

Good night Walter...

WALTER:

Good night, Mrs. Swicker -

Walter opens his door and heads in -

INT WALTER'S ROOM - NIGHT

Walter closes the door and turns on a LIGHT hanging over a kitchen

TABLE - a CLOTH covers an object roughly the size of a bowling ball

on the table -

He removes Carla's head shot, tucked inside his shirt, and places it

on the table after looking at it for a beat -

Walter heads over to the STOVE, stopping to notice a freshly

plastered area on the wall, a bag of PLASTER still on the ground -

Walter opens himself up a can of BEANS - he looks around and finds

an old, dented metal POT, pouring the beans into the pot -

He throws the empty can in the direction of an overflowing GARBAGE

CAN, lights the stove and puts the pot on the

burner -

Walter then takes a seat at the table - he lifts the

cloth, revealing a mound of CLAY -

A cat meows in the distance as Walter looks at Carla's picture,

appreciating her beauty -

WALTER:

Now I have my muse...

Walter then turns and begins to mold the clay -

DISSOLVE TO:

INT WALTER'S ROOM

A half-hour later. Walter has attempted to sculpt a bust - he looks

at Carla's picture, then back at his sculpture -

Walter's POV it is a badly sculpted HEAD, that not only looks

nothing like Carla but has a hard time passing for anything human -

Walter looks at it, knowing that much work is needed on his creation

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He grabs a blob of fresh clay from an adjacent pile and begins to

form a nose - the cat meows again - Walter looks around -

WALTER:

Frankie?

Walter continues enthusiastically sculpting the blob of

clay -

WALTER:

A canvas is a canvas or a painting.

A rock is a rock or a statue...a

sound is a sound or is music...

Walter looks at the sculpture -

Walter then attaches the nose - smoothing it on -

It looks RIDICULOUS, something out of grammar school art class -

he's having difficulty forming anything that resembles a nose -

WALTER:

Come on...you're supposed to be

a nose...

The malformed face stares dumbly back at him as he fights to shape

the nose -

The cat meows again - Walter is getting increasingly frustrated - he

backs up to look at the head -

PAN the photograph of Carla, over to the sculpture - one of the ears

falls off -

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