Hollywood Cannibal
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               INT. BART'S APARTMENT - DAY

               BART HAIGHTEN, a charming young man who could be a model,
               spoons a heaping amount of ground meat into his mouth. With
               his free hand he looks through a set of photos on flickr.com
               through his laptop. He chuckles at a picture of him and an
               attractive girl making faces at each other. He sets the fork
               down to type a comment. On the table sits the decapitated
               head of the girl on a plate.



               INT. HOLLYWOOD CONDO - NIGHT

               A party, complete with beautiful women and high profile men.
               Actors and models are at the turn of every corner. Bart is
               laughing it up with a group of women.

               In the corner is ELLIOT, a petite redhead, standing alone.

                                   BART
                         Excuse me Wendy.

                                   WENDY
                         No problem honey.

               Bart grabs a glass of wine slyly from a waiter's tray as he
               makes his way to Elliot. He offers her the wine.

                                   BART
                         Wine?

                                   ELLIOT
                         Uhh. Sure.

                                   BART
                         Oh. Where's my manners? I'm Bart
                         Haighten. I'm Phil's colleague.

               Bart extends his hand. Elliot shyly takes it.

                                   ELLIOT
                         I'm Elliot. Uh. I know... People
                         around here.

                                   BART
                         Your hair complements your eyes so
                         well. Are you a natural?

               She giggles.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Uh. Yeah. I got teased a lot when I
                         was a kid.

                                   BART
                         Oh. Like Gingie and cooper crotch.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Um. Yeah. Kinda more like fire
                         crotch.

                                   BART
                         So... Is it true?

               She leans close to him.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Well... I shave.

               WENDY approaches Bart from behind and wraps her arm around
               his shoulder.

                                   WENDY
                         Who's this cute ginger cookie.

                                   BART
                         Umm. Wend this is Elliot. Elliot.
                         Wendy.

               They shake hands.

                                   WENDY
                         Charmed girly. Bart we're hitting
                         Hollywood. You must come.

                                   BART
                         Umm.

                                   WENDY
                         Nice, I know I can count on you.
                         How about you... Umm...

                                   ELLIOT
                         Elliot! No, I can't. I just--

                                   BART
                         Come on. It'll be fun.

                                   ELLIOT
                         No. I'm... I'm waiting on someone.

                                   WENDY
                         Bart, we'll be over there waiting.
                         It was nice meeting you... Erica--

                                   ELLIOT
                         It's Elliot... It's still...
                         Elliot.

                                   WENDY
                         Oh yeah!

               Wendy scampers off.

                                   BART
                         I don't--

                                   ELLIOT
                         You should go. But... Uhh. Give me
                         your number.

               Bart flips out his phone.

                                   BART
                         Lemme just get yours.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Oh no! I've played that game
                         before. You'll never call me.

                                   BART
                         I would never.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Sure you wouldn't.

                                   BART
                         Lemme give you a call now so we'll
                         have each others numbers.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Okay it's 312-577-8964.

               Elliot's phone rings.

                                   BART
                         Ha! There you have it. Now... Keep
                         this number on the down low.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Why?

                                   BART
                         Cause I'm a catch.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Oh! You're full of yourself. I'll
                         see you later.

                                   BART
                         Okay I'll catch you later.

               Bart catches up with Wendy and a group of girls. As they exit
               Bart accidentally clips the Shoulder of the sharp slick back
               haired MAYOR WILLIAM LOOSEVALS.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Watch it buddy!

                                   BART
                         Oh! I'm sorry--

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Whatever asshole.

               The mayor quickly walks to Elliot pushing people out of his
               way.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         What the hell, Elliot?

                                   ELLIOT
                         What do you want William?

               Elliot turns around and walks to the balcony.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         We had a scheduled meeting
                         yesterday.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Is that what I am to you? Just a
                         penciled in mistress on your
                         calendar.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         I have a city to run. My time is
                         precious.

                                   ELLIOT
                         I'm sure. Listen... William.

               Elliot downs the rest of her wine.

                                   ELLIOT
                         I can't do this.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Are you pregnant?

                                   ELLIOT
                             (shocked)
                         God no!

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Oh! Thank you. You... You had me
                         there for a second.

               Mayor Loosevals grabs her and tries to kiss her. She turns
               her head, giving him the cheek.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         What's wrong baby?

                                   ELLIOT
                         Your truly are an... an idiot.

               The Mayor pushes her back.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         I'm an idiot. You... You are just
                         another pretty face in Los Angeles.
                         You have no idea how easily I can
                         replace you.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Fine.

               Elliot walks away.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                             (shouting)
                         Your nothing. I am the most
                         interesting thing in your life.

               The Mayor grabs a glass of wine from a man standing near him.

                                   IDLE MAN
                         Hey!

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         I need it!

               The mayor gulps it down, almost choking on it immediately
               afterwards.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         What is this, wine? Grow some
                         balls.

               The mayor tosses the glass off the balcony and walks away.



               INT. BART'S APARTMENT - DAY

               Bart chews his cereal as he admires a photo of him and Elliot
               on his phone.

               Suddenly it rings with a picture of a cut of ham appearing on
               the screen with Elliot's name underneath.

               Bart bites his hand and looks away.

                                   BART
                         Should I? No! I like this girl.

               He closes his phone.



               INT. BRAD'S OFFICE - NIGHT

               On a desk, a name plate reads "Billy Bradley - Phycologist."

               BRAD is a well dressed bald middle aged man with a full
               beard.

                                   BRAD
                         What about... Um... Lindsay Lohan.

                                   BART
                         Gross. "Big mac" for sure.

                                   BRAD
                         Nah! More like a ninety nine cent
                         taco from "Jack in the Box."

                                   BART
                         Okay. I got one... Sigourney
                         Weaver.

                                   BRAD
                         Who's that?

                                   BART
                         She was in "Alien."

                                   BRAD
                         Oh. Oh! That's a toughie.

                                   BART
                         I know! So what do you think she'll
                         taste like?

                                   BRAD
                         Umm. "McMuffin."

                                   BART
                         You give her too much credit.

                                   BRAD
                         So tell me about...

               Brad licks his lips.

                                   BART
                         Michelle?

                                   BRAD
                         Yeah... What was she like?

                                   BART
                         She was cute, fun, absolutely
                         delicious.

                                   BRAD
                         Oh! What did she taste like? Oh!
                         Explain the texture.

                                   BART
                         Any fine cuisine can never really
                         be put into words.

                                   BRAD
                         How did you prepare her?

               Brad has to hold back his spit.

                                   BART
                         There was a roast, some ground
                         meat, and sausages--

                                   BRAD
                         No jerky huh?

                                   BART
                         Not on this one.

                                   BRAD
                         Oh Bart. Living the life so care
                         free. I just had to get married.

                                   BART
                         And what about your wife?

                                   BRAD
                         What... Eat her! Oh no! I actually
                         have this connection with her. It's
                         called love.

                                   BART
                         When can you tell the difference?

                                   BRAD
                         It wasn't difficult for me. I was
                         interested in her, physically and
                         emotionally.

                                   BART
                         I've met someone new.

                                   BRAD
                         Oh really!

                                   BART
                         But I'm too, am attracted to her
                         physically and emotionally.

                                   BRAD
                         So...

                                   BART
                         I don't know. I'm hungry... But I
                         liked her more than others.

                                   BRAD
                         Bart. You must feed. I can't live a
                         normal life, unless you feed.

                                   BART
                         But what if there's something
                         there?

                                   BRAD
                         Screw that! My wife was a mistake.
                         Now I'm stuck with an offspring who
                         needs a mom. Your the one with
                         freedom. Live it... So I can live
                         mine.

                                   BART
                         Should I go for it?

                                   BRAD
                         God yes!

                                   BART
                         I haven't done any research. She
                         could be the governor's daughter.

                                   BRAD
                         Screw it. Research later. When has
                         it ever been a problem?

                                   BART
                         Okay! But give me a call if
                         anything comes up.

                                   BRAD
                         No problem. And don't forget next
                         week. I enjoy our sessions.

                                   BART
                         Thanks Brad.

               Bart leaves.



               EXT. BRAD'S OFFICE - NIGHT

               Bart whips out his cell phone and dials as he leaves the
               door. He whistles as he waits.

                                   BART
                         Elliot! Ha! Hey... Yeah sorry, I
                         was working... No... Yeah I was
                         wondering what your doing tomorrow?
                         Cause... Cool. Then let's hang
                         out...Yeah... Like Blu's on
                         Melrose... Okay... Then what about
                         nine... Sure... Can't wait to see
                         you.

               Bart closes his phone. He whistles as he gets into his car.



               EXT. COFFEE SHOP PATIO - NIGHT

               Bart an Elliot cheers their drinks. In the background a
               television runs quietly.

                                   ELLIOT
                         I'm glad you worked up the nerve to
                         call me.

                                   BART
                         Oh! It's like that. Huh?

                                   ELLIOT
                         I'm usually the one never to make
                         the first move. Yeah... I'm kinda
                         shy.

                                   BART
                         I like that about you.

                                   ELLIOT
                         I hope this doesn't scare you. But
                         I just got out of a wreck of a
                         relationship... he was married.

                                   BART
                         But it's over?

                                   ELLIOT
                         Oh yeah! I'm just attracted to
                         charismatic assholes. I guess.

               ON THE TELEVISION.

               MAYOR WILLIAM LOOSEVALS stands behind a podium with SHERIFF
               CHUCK WHITE, pasty skin and a little fat, next to him.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         As stated there will be no
                         questions at this time. We are
                         doing everything in the city's
                         power to solve the recent cases of
                         five missing women.

               Reporters begin snapping pictures and yelling.

               COFFEE SHOP PATIO

               Bart and Elliot share a laugh.

                                   BART
                         Well I hope I'm not an asshole. But
                         I like to think I'm charismatic.

                                   ELLIOT
                         You so are! I'm surprised you
                         called. I don't usually get to date
                         nice guys.

                                   BART
                         Well I'm not always nice.



               INT. BART'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

               Bart and Elliot bust through the door of his bedroom kissing.

                                   BART
                         Wait...

                                   ELLIOT
                         What?

                                   BART
                         You have coffee breath.

                                   ELLIOT
                         Shut-up.

               Bart lays her down on his bed. She undresses quickly while
               Bart takes his time.

                                   BART
                         What's the hurry?

                                   ELLIOT
                         I don't do this on first dates...
                         just to let you know.

                                   BART
                         I know.

               He kisses her. Touches her. Makes love to her. Then in the
               height of passion, stabs her.

               LATER THAT MORNING

               A cell phone ringing.

               Bart's arm extends from beneath the covers and pulls the
               phone in.

                                   BART
                         Hello.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS (V.O.)
                         Who the fuck is this?

                                   BART
                         What?

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS (V.O.)
                         Where the fuck is Elliot? If that
                         whore is sleeping around...

                                   BART
                         Who the hell are you?

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS (V.O.)
                         That doesn't concern you. Where's
                         Elliot?

               The covers fly off the bed revealing a half naked Bart with
               blood smeared all over his face.

                                   BART
                         Oh shit!

               Bart hangs up the phone and puts it in between the elastic
               band of his boxers. He begins to dig through a pile of
               pillows, sheets, and body parts. Bart yanks out his cell
               phone and dials.

                                   BART
                         Brad! Shut-up! I gotta come over
                         right now.

               He shuts the phone.



               INT. BRAD'S HOUSE - DAY

               Brad is watching porn on the home computer in the living
               room. Suddenly his six year old son pops in.

                                   BRAD'S SON
                         Dad!

               Brad quickly shuts down the computer but the sound keeps
               coming through the speakers.

                                   BRAD'S SON
                         I wanna go play t-ball. Teach me!

                                   BRAD
                         Son! I'm busy. That's. That's what
                         your mother's for.

               The doorbell rings.

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         Bill can you get that!

                                   BRAD'S SON
                         Dad!

                                   BRAD
                         Son! Leave.

               Brad's son leaves with his head down as Brad scrambles to
               find the power button on the speakers.

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         What are you listening to? Where's
                         the kiddo?

               Loud knocking from the door. Brad yanks the speakers from the
               desk unplugging them.

                                   BRAD
                         Nothing--

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         Can you get that...

                                   BRAD
                         Got it! God!

               Brad gets up and opens the door. Bart swiftly enters.

                                   BART
                         It's bad, Brad! It's real bad! I
                         did it. And, for sure, she's
                         involved...

                                   BRAD
                         Are you sure?

                                   BART
                         I talked to him on the phone. And
                         he's an asshole.

                                   BRAD
                         Well--

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         Is that Bart? Hi Bart!

                                   BRAD
                         Don't--

                                   BART
                         Hello Miss Bradley!

                                   BRAD
                         Listen! Don't freak out.

                                   BART
                         How can I not. Someone is gonna
                         come looking for her.

                                   BRAD
                         Let's--

               Brad's son walks through the room playing his gameboy.

                                   BRAD'S SON
                         Hey Bart.

                                   BART
                         What's up Kiddo?

                                   BRAD
                         Okay... Let's look her up. But I
                         think your fine. And I'm usually
                         right about these things.

                                   BART
                         Your right. I'm too stressed. I
                         just gotta calm down and enjoy
                         this.

                                   BRAD
                         Right! I'll call you if anything
                         comes up. In the mean time... Be
                         you.

                                   BART
                         Thanks man. I'll see you.

                                   BRAD
                         No--

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         You boys want tea?

                                   BRAD
                         No problem Bart.

               Bart leaves.

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         What about it boys?

                                   BRAD
                         No! Fuck no!



               EXT. MAYOR LOOSEVALS' CONVERTIBLE - HIGHWAY - DAY

               The slick mayor drives his red convertible with a beautiful
               woman riding passenger and top down.

               He flips open his phone.

                                   HOT WOMAN
                         Know that's illegal?

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Sue me. Hi I need a cell trace...
                         This is the fucking mayor... 312
                         577-8964...

               He closes the phone and opens it again.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         I got the address. Get ready. We're
                         going to kill this motherfucker!

               He closes the phone and accelerates.



               INT. BRAD'S HOUSE - NIGHT

               Brad stares at the computer.

                                   BRAD
                         Oh shit!

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         What honey?

                                   BRAD
                         Nothing! Just she's the suspected
                         mayor's mistress.

               The doorbell rings.

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         Doorbell!

                                   BRAD
                         I heard it!

                                   BRAD'S SON (O.S.)
                         Dad! Doorbell!

                                   BRAD
                         I got it!

               Brad opens the door and gets punched square on the nose. Brad
               reels back holding his bleeding nose. Mayor Loosevals and
               Sheriff White enter.

                                   BRAD
                         What the--

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Where the fuck is she?

                                   BRAD
                         Who?

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Shoot him.

                                   BRAD'S WIFE (O.S.)
                         Honey is everything okay?

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         This doesn't concern you!

                                   BRAD
                         Everything's fine!

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Shoot him!

                                   SHERIFF WHITE
                         I can't commit manslaughter! I'm a
                         police officer!

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         If you shoot him through the leg it
                         won't kill him! We've been through
                         this...

                                   SHERIFF WHITE
                         I don't see how that's proper
                         police conduct.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Listen!

                                   BRAD
                         Bart Haighten.

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         What?

                                   BRAD
                         That's who you want.

                                   SHERIFF WHITE
                         Oh thank god!

                                   MAYOR LOOSEVALS
                         Good. Let's roll.

               The mayor and sheriff leave.

               Brad scrambles to his feet and runs to the computer.

               ON SCREEN

               He types in "myspace.com"

               BACK TO BRAD

                                   BRAD
                         I hope this get's to you Bart.

               Brad types furiously.



               INT. HOLLYWOOD CONDO - NIGHT

               The normal shmooze and booze hollywood party.

               Bart pops a piece of sausage into his mouth as an attractive
               brunette with him laughs.

                                   BART
                         I really do have good taste.

                                   HOT BRUNETTE
                         Oh! I believe it. What's your name
                         again?

                                   BART
                         I got one better. How about my
                         number.

               Bart whips out a cell phone. It's Elliot's.

                                   BART
                         Oh shot!

                                   HOT BRUNETTE
                         What?

                                   BART
                         Nothing.

               He casually drops it into an idle drink cup, and pulls out
               his phone.

                                   HOT BRUNETTE
                         Ready?

                                   BART
                         Yeah--

               His phone beeps.

               ON CELL PHONE

               Urgent myspace message box appears.

               BACK TO SCENE

                                   BART
                         Um... Excuse me.

               Bart walks away.

                                   HOT BRUNETTE
                         Wait... Uhh...

               Bart reads the message then shuts his phone and runs out.
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