Bellecrest Pines

by Robin Fusco

INT. PARKER PRESTIGE MANAGEMENT, MADISON’S OFFICE - EVENING

Nick walks around the room with a bug detector.

NICK
Jasmine seems nice. Dumb, but nice.
I don’t think Monty’s my biggest
fan.

MADISON
I’m not surprised.

NICK
There’s a story there.

Madison stays silent.

NICK (CONT’D)
(Quietly)
If you want my help I need the
facts.

MADISON
(evasively)
He wanted your job.

NICK
The made up one?

MADISON
Yes....

NICK
What else?

MADISON
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.

NICK
You dated him?

MADISON
We were set up.

The detector beeps.
Madison gasps.

NICK
Relax. Metal.

He moves a frame on the wall.

NICK (CONT’D)
It’s detecting your safe.

MADISON
Oh, right.

NICK
The place is clean.

Nick replaces the frame, leaving it crooked. He crosses to
the desk and starts packing up his detector.

NICK (CONT’D)
No one bugged your office, Madison.

MADISON
Good. That’s good.
(re: frame)
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.

MADISON (CONT’D)
What would you have done if you had
found bugs?

NICK
Traced them. Receivers would have
to be nearby. Would have been
evidence of your theory.

MADISON
I’m not crazy.

NICK
Never said you were.

The music underscoring begins.

NICK (CONT’D)
It’s late. I’m going. You heading
out?

MADISON
I have some work to finish. No rest
for the weary.

She smiles, weakly.

NICK
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.

MADISON
Watch your back. Oh. Oh, no.

Madison stares at the image as the final, sustained cord of
music plays.

FADE OUT. 




Writer's excerpt courtesy NYWIFT (NYWIFT.ORG)