A Bucket of Blood Page #6

WALTER:

What have I done?

Walter walks over to the kitchen table -

WALTER:

Oh Frankie I'm so sorry...

He lowers the cat down -

WALTER:

Poor Mrs. Swicker...

(Beat)

She had a nice fat piece of

ocean-fresh halibut for you...

Walter walks backward toward the kitchen, looking forlornly at the

cat -

He reaches for another can of beans, but his eyes focus on the clay

head on the floor -

Walter picks up what used to be a head and sits back down at the

kitchen table -

He looks at Carla looking back at him from the picture - he then

stares blankly ahead -

WALTER:

Repetition is death, Frankie...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT LOS ANGELES - DAWN

Silhouetted buildings in the early light -

INT WALTER'S ROOM - DAWN

Still dressed, Walter tosses and turns on his bed -

MAXWELL(V.O.)

Nourish the artist, stretch their

skin upon an easel, crush their

bones into a paste, so that he may

mold them, let them die, and by

their miserable death become the

clay in his hands, that he might

MAXWELL (cont.)

form an ashtray or an ark - that he

might take you in his magic hands

and wring from your marrow wonder -

all that is comes through the eye

of the artist -

Walter bolts upright, waking from his dream -

WALTER:

(beat, then almost

imperceptibly)

Where are the John Joe Jake Jim...

Jerk...

Walter gets up out of bed - he heads toward the kitchen table -

He looks at a now stiff Frankie -

MAXWELL(V.O.)

Dead...dead...dead...

Walter stares at Frankie for a beat and turns off the overhead lamp

- he then looks up, as if getting an idea -

He looks over at the floor -

Sees the BAG OF PLASTER -

EXT STREET - DAY

Walter's feet are visible as he walks down the street - as we pan

up, we see Walter cradling a PACKAGE wrapped in brown paper and

string -

EXT JABBERJAW - DAY

Leonard stands very close to Carla, who is wearing tight, red velvet

bell-bottoms - she flips through several canvases of SCRIBBLE

PAINTINGS she has brought over -

CARLA:

I'm trying to find a style of

my own. Do you really like them?

LEONARD:

Oh yes...very nice...very, very

nice...

Walter then approaches with his package -

Carla sees him - so does Leonard -

CARLA:

Hi Walter...

LEONARD:

What are you doing here so early?

WALTER:

Well I brought something, I wanted

to show you.

LEONARD:

What is it, your laundry?

WALTER:

Huh?

CARLA:

Don't worry about him...what have

you got?

WALTER:

(enthusiastically)

A thing I made.

Walter lowers it to the ground and undoes the string - he then opens

the paper and reveals what he brought -

It is FRANKIE, encased in plaster along with the knife -

Walter grins like a simpleton at his creation, but Carla is

impressed -

CARLA:

Wow...

(Beat)

Wow...

Carla picks up the statue -

CARLA:

Leonard...look at this...

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