Fran sits in a chair. Roxy sits on a couch. On a coffee
table sits a handgun and a pad of paper. A moment passes.
You know, I am in awe.
About what you did.
Killing that bitch. With a gun, in
broad daylight. How did you get
Yeah, I have lots of that.
Is that the gun you used?
Roxy picks the gun up.
Careful with that.
Roxy puts the gun down and picks up the pad of paper. She
reads it out loud.
Dear Eva,.....(reads note)...this
is a suicide note?
Your suicide note?
That would be accurate only after I
commit suicide, now wouldn't it.
You can't do that. You can't do
that. OK, this is really bad. No.
Please. That would just ruin
everything. You are everything I
want to be. Oh my god, oh my god.
Roxy is getting very upset. Almost frantic - in tears. Fran
picks up the gun and points it at her1 own head.
Oh fuck...this is the greatest
thing that has happened around
here...what am I going to do. You
can't take away what you started.
It is too brilliant.
I will kill myself if you don't
fucking shut up.
Yes. Yes. OK. OK.
Roxy does the zipper across the mouth gesture. Then there is
awkward silence. Fran lowers the handgun.
So...so did you kill her because
you couldn't have her?
I didn't kill her because I
couldn't have her. I killed her
because she wasn't nice.
Yes. Of course. She was a cunt.
But there are so many other cunts
...and pricks...lots of pricks out
there. You can't commit suicide
Fran throws her a look.
I mean never You should never
commit suicide. It's not for you.
Use the gun to kill some one else.
Oh god, there's so many...Nascar
fans. I hate Nascar fans with the
beer bellies and big hair
girlfriends. A companion to that
is country music. I hate country
music fans. I loathe people who
dress their babies in band t
shirts. And...and...Taylor Swift.
I dislike Taylor Swift.
I like Taylor Swift.
Yes. Yes. I like Taylor Swift
too. Her new song...it's catchy.