by Robin Fusco
INT. PARKER PRESTIGE MANAGEMENT, MADISON’S OFFICE - EVENING
Nick walks around the room with a bug detector.
Jasmine seems nice. Dumb, but nice.
I don’t think Monty’s my biggest
I’m not surprised.
There’s a story there.
Madison stays silent.
If you want my help I need the
He wanted your job.
The made up one?
It’s nothing. We dated. In high
school. Things didn’t work out the
way he wanted. I left, went to
college, came back, and here he
was, working here.
You dated him?
We were set up.
The detector beeps.
He moves a frame on the wall.
It’s detecting your safe.
The place is clean.
Nick replaces the frame, leaving it crooked. He crosses to
the desk and starts packing up his detector.
No one bugged your office, Madison.
Good. That’s good.
That’s going to drive me crazy.
Madison crosses to and straightens the frame. As soon as her
back is turned, Nick takes a bug out of his pocket, activates
it, and places it under her desk.
What would you have done if you had
Traced them. Receivers would have
to be nearby. Would have been
evidence of your theory.
I’m not crazy.
Never said you were.
The music underscoring begins.
It’s late. I’m going. You heading
I have some work to finish. No rest
for the weary.
She smiles, weakly.
Get some sleep.
Nick takes his gear and leaves.
Madison turns on her computer and begins working.
The computer bings. Email.
Madison opens it and recoils.
The music underscoring suddenly stops.
There is a picture of a bloody knife. The words “WATCH YOUR
BACK” are typed across the blade.
Madison pushes back from the desk.
Watch your back. Oh. Oh, no.
Madison stares at the image as the final, sustained cord of
Writer's excerpt courtesy NYWIFT (NYWIFT.ORG)