KILLING ZOE

by Roger Avary.

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INT. HOTEL ROOM - BATHROOM - SHOWER - DAY

Zed is in the shower letting the water run directly into his
face and cascade down his body.

He opens his mouth and freely drinks the water, then he spits
some out with a spurt.

Then he stops, attentive, listening for something.

He turns the shower off.

Then he hears it again, the knocking on the door.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - BATHROOM - DAY

Zed grabs a towel and climbs out of the shower.  He makes his
way toward the knocking.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Zed walks to the door to his room with the towel wrapped
around his waist.  He opens it.

In the hall is ZOEY, a cute French girl of not more than
twenty.  She's chewing on gum the way a schoolgirl might, but
she looks like no girl Zed ever went to school with.

			ZOEY
	Bonjour.

			ZED
		(a little awkwardly)
	Bonjour.

Zed opens up the door and lets her in.  She checks out the
room and places her bag on the bed.  Then she makes her way
to the window for a view of the city.

			ZOEY
	Wow.  Vous avez une belle chambre.  Je ne
	suis jamais venue dans cet hotel.

She turns to him, but in the process takes the time to
examine every detail of the room.

			ZOEY
	Ca sera 150 francs de l'heure.  Toute la
	nuit pour 700.  D'avance.  Et faudra
	porter un--

			ZED
	I...don't speak French.

She blows a bubble.

			ZOEY
	It's okay.

She takes a seat on the bed.

			ZOEY
	It will be one thousand francs for all
	night.  In advance.

Zed takes the money out of his wallet and gives it to her.

			ZOEY
	We can do it now if you want.

			ZED
	Well, let me just dry up.

			ZOEY
	Okay, but it's not necessary.

He goes into the bathroom and starts drying himself.

She puts the money in her bag and then turns on the
television from the remote console.  A French talk show comes
on.  She changes the channel until she comes to a station
playing F.W. Murnau's silent classic, "Nosferatu".  She
smiles and sits back to watch.

			ZED(O.S.)
		(from the bathroom)
	What's your name?

			ZOEY
	Zoe or Zoey.  Which ever you like.

			ZED(O.S.)
	My name's Zed.

			ZOEY
		(smiling at this)
	That's funny.  We both have Z names.

Zed comes walking out of the bathroom drying his hair.  His
pants are on.

			ZED
	What was that?

She notices his pants.

			ZOEY
	You can take those off.  The pants.

			ZED
	I'd rather watch you get undressed first.

			ZOEY
		(matter-of-factly)
	Alright.

She stands up and starts to lift her top off.  He stops her.

			ZED
	Slower.

He lays down on the bed.

She stands there looking at him and then smiles.

			ZOEY
	Alright Mister America.  Zed.

Then, with Zed laying on the bed and watching her, she
slowly, seductively strips in front of him, never taking her
eyes from his eyes, until she is totally naked.

			ZOEY
	Slow enough for you?

Then, like a cat prowling for it's prey, she crawls over the
bed to him and begins to unbuckle his pants.

She removes the pants and climbs on top of him.  They begin
to make love.

On the television, "Nosferatu" silently plays.

Zoey and Zed quicken their pace with an urgency one can't
resist during a moment of passion.

She cries out and lowers herself to his grasp.  An IMAGE
overcomes her mind.

They quicken to an almost violent speed and then expire, both
satisfied.

She begins to kiss him multiple times over the face.

			ZOEY
	C'etait formidable.

She rolls over, still hugging him, purring like a kitten.

They rest there for a while...holding each other.

			ZOEY
	I'm cold.

She takes the covers and crawls under them, so does Zed.

			ZOEY
	Zed?

			ZED
	Yes?

			ZOEY
	Moises told me you were in town for
	business.

			ZED
	Yes.

			ZOEY
	What kind of business?

			ZED
	Why?

			ZOEY
	I don't know.  I'm just curious.

			ZED
	Do you ask all your clients questions?

			ZOEY
	No.  Just the ones I like.

			ZED
	So you like me?

			ZOEY
	Yes.

			ZED
	Why?

			ZOEY
	Because you're...a good person.  I run
	into some real creeps.  You know.

			ZED
	How do you know I'm a good person?

			ZOEY
	Body language.  We fit together.

			ZED
	All men and women fit together.  Hell,
	even some men fit together.

			ZOEY
	No, but you know, we clicked.  You made
	me orgasm.  Do you know how often I
	orgasm with a man Moises sets me up with?

			ZED
	No I don't.

			ZOEY
	Usually never.  They're almost always fat
	like pigs.

Zed laughs at this.

			ZOEY
	And you make me feel safe.  That's
	something more important than the orgasm.
	An integral part maybe of the orgasm.

			ZED
	I never really thought of it like that.

			ZOEY
	Well, it's true.

Zed nods at this.

			ZOEY
	Turn off the television.

Zed reaches over and turns it off from the console.

			ZOEY
	So I mean it when I tell you Zed, I like
	you very much.

			ZED
	Well, I like you too Zoe.

			ZOEY
	Honest?

He nods.

			ZOEY
	Why?  For the same reason?  Any man can
	orgasm.  Even with his own hand.

Zed stares ahead as he thinks of an answer.

			ZED
	Well, I like your honesty.  You're open.
	Unlike most prostitutes I've been with.

She doesn't like the sound of this.  She slaps him.

			ZOEY
	I am not a prostitute!

Zed is a little surprised at this.

			ZED
	Really?  Can I have my francs back then?

			ZOEY
	I'm a student.  And to pay for the
	classes I became an escort.  It's my
	choice to sleep with you.

			ZED
	I see.

			ZOEY
	What?  You don't understand.

			ZED
	No, I do.

			ZOEY
	Hey, it's not easy.

			ZED
	I didn't say it was.

			ZOEY
	I'm here because I want to.

			ZED
	Okay, okay relax.  What school do you go
	to?

			ZOEY
	The Centre du Art, Paris.

			ZED
	That's really interesting.  What kind of
	art do you study?

			ZOEY
	Not any of the old shit.

			ZED
	Oh.

			ZOEY
	I have a day job too.  Three times a
	week.

She rolls onto her back and stares into an imaginary world as
she talks to Zed.

			ZOEY
	But someday there will be only my art.

			ZED
	What kind of things do you paint?

			ZOEY
	I don't paint.  I make things.  Objects.
	Not like sculpture.  Like life...but with
	no narrative.  I want when someone looks
	at one of my objects for there to be no
	reference to the world.  Void of feeling,
	emotion...void of destiny.  Those are
	left for me.  They belong only to me.  If
	someone else can see into it...then it is
	no longer mine.  I have failed.  And I
	would destroy it.  I don't care how much
	cash they would offer me.  It would be
	shit.  I can't tell you how many objects
	of mine have been destroyed.  They told
	too much about me.  And if someone wants
	to know something about me...I'll tell
	them myself.  The way I'm telling you.

She looks back at him.

			ZOEY
	What I do I do only for the objects.

			ZED
	I'd like to see one of these.

			ZOEY
	What?  So you could see the work of a
	whore?

He decides to put a stop to this once and for all.

			ZED
	Zoey.  I'm sorry for calling you a
	prostitute.  I didn't understand the
	difference.

			ZOEY
	The difference is a prostitute would have
	lied to you about her orgasm.

He gives her a kiss.

			ZED
	If these things you make are as true as
	you are...I'm sure they're as
	indescribable.  Perhaps, someday, you'll
	make one...about me.

			ZOEY
	If I do...you'll never know which one it
	is.  Because I'll be the only one who
	understands.  I'll be the only one who
	can look into it and see where in my life
	it came from.

Zed is unable to speak.  They look into each others eyes for
a long moment, hearing the sounds of the city drift in
through the window.  Then she leans forward and gives him a
soft understanding kiss.

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