Dead Girl

This script is a dark humor script. Two male characters, REX and BILLY and a third character, a dead woman.  

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REX sits on his couch, an emotional wreck. A ton of blow is on the table before him with a dead blond-haired woman laying face down in it. Keys heard jangling in a door. In walks BILLY.

BILLY: Unbelievable…

REX: Yeah…

Billy looks girl over.

BILLY: Jesus…how can you just leave her like this?

REX: I’m not good with dead people, man.

BILLY: When did you first notice her?

REX: Man, I woke up to take a piss and there she was. We went to bed together, so she must have gotten up during the night to do some more and she fucking died.

BILLY: What the fuck are we gonna do?

REX: I have no idea. It’s why I called you!

BILLY: Right. Right. Does anyone else know about this?

REX: Just you.

BILLY: Who is she?

REX: She’s actually Sysco‘s wife?

BILLY: …Sysco’s wife?! You were banging Sysco’s wife?!

REX: She sucks a mean dick, man.

BILLY: Gangster Sysco?!

REX: Yeah, man. Her phone’s been ringing nonstop. He keeps calling.

BILLY: This is fucking serious!

REX: She’s already starting to go stiff man, in case you wanted to wrap her up or something.

BILLY: I can’t believe this, Rex. Do you realize how insane this is right now?

REX: Yeah, yeah, yeah…

BILLY: How are we gonna get her out of here? We have to wait until nighttime.

REX: That’s what I was thinking. There’s a chute, a garbage chute that we can push her in and we can pick her up in the basement. Then we can bring the car over. Maybe roll her up in a carpet or something.

BILLY: Wait a minute!

REX: What?

BILLY: Sysco is probably geo locating her phone.

REX: No!

BILLY: We need to get rid of her phone right now.

REX: Should we break it or flush it down the toilet?

BILLY: You don’t flush it down the toilet man! We need to turn it off! Just switch off the GEO!

REX: Right, let’s do this! I got this, I got this!

There’s a knock on the front door. Rex and Billy stare at one another.

Joseph Arnone

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