Ms. August's bad hair day
INT. FRONT YARD-AFTERNOON

TRACKING behind Rupert as he moves cautiously towards a wooden fence. He cranes his head over the gate to see-

A well kept backyard. Simple, except for the blonde bombshell rising slowly from the pool. She drys her perfect body with a beach towel.

Rupert raises his bulky Nikon camera, snaps a few pictures and resumes his admiration. 

Rupert’s POV. The woman turns the dial on a stereo system to hear the soothing voice of Frank Sinatra singing, Come fly with me. She sits on a lawn chair, applies lotion, and then lays back to soak in the afternoon heat waves. 

Rupert eases the gate open and slips through unnoticed.

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INT. BACKYARD-CONTINUOUS

IN THE BACKYARD, the intruder creeps towards an open tool shed. 

INSIDE THE TOOL SHED, Rupert quickly grabs a monstrous shovel from the wall. He grips it with both hands and makes his way back outside.  

The woman rolls over on her stomach. Rupert enters FRAME and heads for the stereo to produce a silent agony for the woman. She turns to face her perpetrator. 

RUPERT
Excuse me, Ms. August, I’m sorry to disturb you... but do you have any Grey Pupon? 
Her face distorts with fear and confusion. 

Devoid of hesitation or sympathy, Rupert swings the shovel through the air. Upon impact, the woman’s neck breaks, and her face is pulverized into mush. The lifeless body then collapses back against the lawn chair.  After his exertion, Rupert stabs the shovel into the earth, raises his camera and takes a few pictures of his handy work.

RUPERT (CONT'D)
Beautiful baby. Now give me angry. That’s good.
( Pause )
Can you smile just a little. There you go. You are a perfect addition for my new Sports Illustrated calender.
( He looks at the camera )
Pre-order your copy today.
( Back at the woman )
Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to need a few shots of you flopping around in the pool.

The woman is dragged by her hair and rolled like a burrito into the adjacent swimming pool. She quickly sinks to the bottom.

Rupert raises his camera to add a few more incriminating photos.

RUPERT (CONT'D)
How’s the chlorine baby?

The pool has become a blood bath.

RUPERT (CONT'D)
Not too shabby? Well, that’s good. You know, I hate it when it splashes into my bloody eyes. Stings so bad.
( Pause )
Well, I gotta go. Ms. September waits for my arrival. I will tell your mother you said hello.

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