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FADE IN
 
EXT. DIESEL LOADING TRUCK STATION - NIGHT
It is a mid morning turn over night for these hard working truckers. Men and 
Women are either loading, inspecting, locking up their semis or finishing up 
paper work so they can get home or hit the road.

Next to a nice diesel truck is a YOUNG GENTLEMAN fixing the straps on his back 
pack. He looks to be in his mid 20's at the most. Clean cut face, rock hard body 
and a smile from cheek to cheek. Walking up from behind him is an older late 
30's mid 40's Afro American OLDER GENTLEMAN holding a bouquet of flowers in his 
left hand.

				OLDER GENTLEMAN
				Hey Jimmy, Jimmy.

The Younger Gentlemanís name is JIMMY HAZE.

				JIMMY
				Eric, Hey.

Older Gentlemanís name is ERIC WRIGHT.

				ERIC
			Just wanted to thank you for covering my shift
 			last minute, you know I really appreciate it.

				JIMMY
			Hey I needed the money, anytime...but If I'd
			 known you were going to bring me flowers I 
			would of worn my red dress and high heels.

They both laugh simultaneously.

				ERIC
			Maybe next time Jimmy, may be next.

Eric lifts the flowers up.

				ERIC (CONT'D)
			These babies here are for the wife.

				JIMMY
			I don't understand why chicks dig flowers anyhow. 
			Don't get me wrong, they look good and smell nice 
			but they wind up dead dry and grey you know. Big 
			waste of money if you ask me.

				ERIC
			Your married Jimmy?

				JIMMY
			No sir'ee, not in my best interest.

				ERIC
			I didn't think so. Well when and if you marry you'll need
			 to know, anything to please and make them happy. The 
			trick to a successful marriage is you have to keep your 
woman on						 her toes, don't spoil them 
with to much or leave them with 
			to little. When you master that than you wonít have to 
understand 
			why they like flowers or holding hands, youíll know how to 
play the game.

BLACK SCREEN
Eric's voice is heard singing a very familiar Motown tune My Girl. The volume of 
the music is just low enough to hear Eric harmonizing to the song.

				ERIC (O.S.)
				(singing)
			I got sunshine on a cloudy day, when it's cold outside I 
			got the month of may.

INT. CHEVY CAVALIER VEHICLE
Eric is driving with his left hand, sporting a nice ring which signifies that he 
is married and from the looks of his shinny ring and beaming smile heís proud. 
Laid out on the passenger seat is a dozen fresh cut flowers ready to make a girl 
happy.

				ERIC
				(singing)
			I guess you say what can make me feel this way. My girl.

CUT TO:

INT. UNKNOWN BEDROOM
Sex is steaming up this room between two passionate in heat people. The WOMAN 
sexy mid twenties is laying on the bottom of a squeaky bed and literally getting 
the shit fucked out of her by a well built Latin GENTLEMAN who knows what to do 
in the bedroom.

				GENTLEMAN
				(deep accent)
				My girl, mi amour........

The Latin Gentleman continues to excite her by speaking and thrusting in his 
Spanish dialect.

				WOMAN
				(moaning)
				Yes, yes.....

The Woman clenches his hand with her left. Her wedding band matches the one Eric 
is wearing.
BACK TO:

INT. CHEVY CAVALIER VECHILE
Eric is more into the song than when we last saw him.

				ERIC
			I got so much honey the bees envy me.

Eric pulls his vechile into a drive way and shuts off the car, still singing 
without the radio on.

				ERIC (CONT'D)
			I gotta sweeter song than the birds in the tree.

Eric exits the car goes around the vehicle opens the passenger door and grabs 
the flowers then proceeds to close the door.

BACK TO:

INT. UNKNOWN BEDROOM
The bed is squeaking and the post is banging off the wall, mixed to the sounds 
of grunting and moaning. Next to bed is a small table with a picture of Eric and 
the Woman that is being fucked by the Latin Gentleman. The picture falls forward 
shattering the glass caused from the continuous hard knocking.

EXT. HOUSE
A key is entered into the door lock. Eric goes to walk in but pauses fir a 
second, takes a look over his shoulder and seeís a unknown vechile parked next 
to his house. Nothing suspicious, just one of those feeling.

INT. BEDROOM
It is now very evident that the bedroom belongs to Eric and the Woman. The Woman 
is riding the Latin Gentleman like a cowboy on a wild bull. The Latin Gentleman 
begins to twitch and blows off a load right inside the Woman. She smiles and 
starts rubbing on her chest. She then slides out of him and goes down on him to 
bring the one eyed monster back to his feet for another round.

INT. HOUSE HALL
Eric is walking up the stairway into the hall. As he walks he stops out the blue 
and turns around, he notice something on the floor.

On the floor is a pair of male dress pants and one shoe. Eric picks up the shoe 
drops it down softly and examines the pants by searching the pockets to find a 
wallet. Eric takes it further by opening up the wallet and taking out the 
drivers license inside. Eric stands up and looks straight ahead at the door, 
eyes filled with anger and pain.

INT. CLOSET
The closet door is open. By the light from the hall way we see a bat only as a 
silhouette. Eric grabs the bat and closes the closet door.

INT. NOWHERE
Eric is sitting in a nondescript room speaking directly to the camera with the 
softball bat clinched in his hands.

					ERIC
			What would you do...what would you do in this situation? 
			What.. you think you could be rational, really...well put 						yourself in my shoes...no go..come on now my feet don't stink. Pictures this,
 			on the road truck driving for over 100 hours a week. Job 
pays good but the 
			hours suck. So being a nice husband I decide to surprise 
my wife and 
			come home, take her out like before we got married you 
know. 
			Looks like I'm the one thatís gonna get the surprise.

INT. BEDROOM
The Latin Stallion is on his knees with his back arched he is probably receiving 
the best blow job he has ever been given to this point in his life. The Latin 
Gentleman has his back towards the door. The gentleman starts talking dirty in 
Spanish. Behind him we see Eric come through the door. The Woman seeís Eric from 
the corner of her eye.

					WOMAN
					ERIC!!!!

The Latin Gentlemen looks over his shoulder and gets knocked out just as he 
turns around.

INT. INTER THOUGHTS
Thereís an argument going on between the INTELLECTUAL side of Eric and the 
THUGISH side. Int. Eric stands to the right as Thug Eric is to the left. Eric 
himself is sitting on a stool.

					INTELLECTUAL ERIC
				Wait, wait you have to calm down and analyze this 
				misunderstanding youíre getting out of control 
again.

					THUGISH ERIC
				Out of control fuck you motha fucker, kiss my ass, 
				I'm gonna skin that Ricky Ricardo looking motha 
fucker.

					INTELLECTUAL ERIC
				Please lets try and figure this out.

					THUGISH ERIC
				There is nothing to figure out. Ok may be there 
is, heres the 
				problem.A: This fucker is meat bouncing your wife, 
his 							dick between her legs, her 
mouth and probably her ass,
				do you understand what Iím saying. So the only way 
to 
				solve this problem is to kill this motha fucker 
NOW!!!.

					INTELLECTUAL ERIC
			Smashing him in the head with a bat was not barbaric
			 enough for you? We can walk out be cool and pretend like 						nothing happen.

					THUGISH ERIC
			Cool, cool motha fucka I can't be cool, this isn't a cool 
situation. 
			This is a hot situation like being inside a car on a hot 						day with no AC, fucked up widows and a fan that blows 
			car fumes. Not so cool now isn't it.

					INTELLECTUAL ERIC
			Ok but I'm not a killer and neither are you. 
			I can't go back to prison, I can't.Intellectual Eric 
breaks
			 down and cries.

					INTELLECTUAL ERIC (CONT'D)
						(crying)
			Why did she do this to us, we were good to her, 
			treated her like a princess and now this?

					THUGISH ERIC
			Look at you....as pissed as I am right now and as bad
			 as I want to kill this motha fucker, I don't think our 
			conscience can deal the wheels with this type of 
consequences...
			forget it. Thuggish Eric looks defeated. Intellectual Eric 
works 
			his tears into laughter.

					INTELLECTUAL ERIC
			Forget it, forget it, I canít forget it. You think you can 
build
			 a life with me and break it down it down just like that 
do 						you, DO YOU....not this time 
sweetheart.

					THUGISH ERIC
			That's what I'm talking about, thatís what I'm talking 
			about. Lets pounce on this motha fucka.

INT. GARAGE
Eric is enraged but in control, the Latin Gentleman is naked with his dick in a 
vise. Eric secures it and removes the vise handle. Eric shakes his head and 
places the hacksaw down on a working table.

					ERIC
			Did you know that one doesn't find happiness in 
			marriage but brings happiness into one?

					GENTLEMAN
			Please, I'm sorry...please.

					ERIC
			This isn't a please situation, stop pleasing.

					GENTLEMAN
			I have money, I will give you.

					ERIC
			Shut up, shut the fuck up. Now is not your time, 
			it's my time.

Eric grips the vise handle, locks it back in and tightens it just a little. Eric 
then removes the handle. The Gentleman screams in pain.

					GENTLEMAN
			Vic..Victo...Victor Espenoza, my name is Victor Espenoza. 
I..I..I

					ERIC
			Oh we're introducing ourselves. Iím Eric Wright and the 
bitch passed 
			out in the room is my wife Anisa Stevens...but you knew 
that already.

					VICTOR
			What are you going to do to me...Let me free I wont press 
charges,
 			tell anyone about this, nothing, please, please. My word 
is honor.

					ERIC
			Victor, do you feel sorry for what you did? Adultery is a 
serious 
			thing. In other countries they would have you and your 
parents 			killed for what you did in my very own house 
today...
			But I'm not gonna kill you Victor.

					VICTOR
			Thank you senor, thank you.

Victor begins to thank God and pray..

					ERIC
			Four questions, just four questions I will ask. If you 
answer
 			them I'll give you the opportunity to leave with your 
life. 						Answer wrong, well lets just say 
you don't want to answer wrong.

					VICTOR
			OK, ok, what ever you say. Please...

Eric grabs a small bottle of lighter fluid from his pocket.

					ERIC
			Question number one...Lets see if I can word it correctly. 
			Where and when did you meet my wife?

Victor calming down trying to hold the pain in the best that he can.

					VICTOR
			Four months ago at starbucks.

The pain builds on Eric's face every time Victor says a word.

					ERIC
			Go on.

					VICTOR
			I was in line and she said she didn't know what to order 
so I 
			helped her in deciding thatís it....but If I had known she 
						was married senor.

Just as Victor begins to add more to the conversation then he was suppose to 
Eric squeezes lighter fluid on his face. Victor screams out.

					ERIC
			All I want is an answer, not two, not three or four, one. 
			Number two, have you had sex with my wife prior to today.

					VICTOR
			No..

Eric doesn't believe him so this time instead of a little squeeze of fluid he 
douses him with it.

					ERIC
					(angry)
			Don't you bullshit me mother fucker, don't do that shit. 
			Did you or did you not pin the tail on my wife prior to 
today.

					VICTOR
					(very weak)
			Yes.

					ERIC
			How many times did you and my wife tango?

					VICTOR
			It's been a couple of times.

					ERIC
			Couple meaning twice or a couple meaning you don't want to 
give 
			me the number. Iím losing my patients here.

Victor lost in words.

					VICTOR
			I..I...couple...I.

Eric slashes the front of Victorís chest with a blade he had on the side of his 
belt.

					ERIC
			Quit fucking around and tell me what I want to 
			know VICTOR.

					VICTOR
			Ok..ok....5 maybe 6 times.

					ERIC
			Five or six Victor five or six?

					VICTOR
			Six, six times.

					ERIC
			Are you sure?

					VICTOR
			Yes.

					ERIC
			Thank you. Question number four. Do you honestly 
			feel bad for what you have done to me and my life?

Eric goes to squeeze more fluid but nothing comes out.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			Oh...empty...hold that thought.

Eric walks to a corner, brings out a gasoline container places it on the table 
and pops the top open.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			Well.

					VICTOR
				(begging and crying)
			Mister I am sorry for bringing this upon you,
			 if I would of known she was married the first 
			time then this wouldn't be going on right now.

The garage door is slightly opened, we can see that Anisa has regain 
consciousness. She has no idea what is going on. Anisa walks into the garage 
just as she opens the door she sees Victor at the vise and Eric holding on to 
the gasoline container. Frighten she closes the door but curiosity forces her to 
take another peek.
Eric snatches her in the garage by her hair. Anisa tries to fight and scream.

INT. GARAGE
Eric unhands her and Anisa stands still in shock.

					ERIC
			Look it here, one happy family. I support her and you fuck 
			her, isnít that sweet.

A moment of silence is held between the three.

					ANISA
			Stop this, you're out of control Eric, I'm sorry if I hurt 
you please, 
			baby please just stop, this is madness.

					ERIC
			You're right, you're right this is wrong. What am I 
thinking.

Victor in pain but for the first time looks relived knowing the situation has 
come to an end. Eric starts laughing like a nut case drugged  up on pills. He 
looks over at Anisa and tosses the gasoline container knocking her to the 
ground.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			I'm going to let you go Victor because you and me both are
			 the victims of this woman's lust and greed.

Eric looks over to Anisa. Eric makes his way towards Victor with the vise handle 
in hand. Just as he gets to him he stops.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			I want to tell you a little story before I free you. 
Awkward 
			moment in time to tell a story but I feel  it's necessary.

Anisa's nose begins to sprinkle with blood.

					ANISA
			Sick you're sick in the FUCKING HEAD!!!

					ERIC
			Deceitful lies and trickery will do that to you. Now shut 
the 
			fuck up and don't say another word.

Anisa stands up as if sheís full of liquid courage. Eric grabs her, to the right 
of her is a chest big enough to fit a small person inside. Eric strikes her once 
in her face causing what ever fight she had left in her to decease. Eric stuffs 
her inside the chest locking it shut behind him.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			Victor still with me?

					VICTOR
					(losing control)
			You insane piece of shit let me out of here, I do
			 not deserve this, fuck, Jesus Christ.

Victor continues to swear in Spanish. Eric steps right in front of Victor face, 
looks him dead in the eyes, Victor becomes silent.

					ERIC
			Did I tell you to speak, huh DID I TELL YOU TO 
			SPEAK?

He then proceeds by slashes him four times in his chest with his already used 
blade.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			I sense a lot of hostility going on, don't you?

Eric firmly grabs his face and regains his exposure.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			Have you ever been fucked.

Victor's eyes meet with Eric.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			Fucked over Victor, have you or have not?

					VICTOR
			Yes.

					ERIC
			Not fucked like someone took you for cash money...
			fucked like by your own kind, by someone outside 
			the pin you would call a homie. Ever been to jail Victor?

					VICTOR
			No.

					ERIC
			I have. My own kind..these motha fuckin niggers did 
something 
			to me that can never be forgotten. Those fucks stripped 
me,
			 pinned me down used hair grease to lube my rectum and one
 			by one shoved their manhood inside me like I was a trailer 
			trash virgin. It was the thing to do with the new bitch in 
the 
			jail house. They tore me up pretty bad... giving me a 
combine
			 total of 23 stitches. That wasn't the worst part for me 
Victor, 
			not even close. Stitches heal but mental scars donít go 
away. 
			That night five niggers splashed their semen in my body,
			 nothing I could do to prevent it, nothing. You might be 
			wondering why I'm telling you this...never told anyone 
			about this before.

Eric removes his shirt.

					ERIC (CONT'D)
			You've giving me another mental wound...I am not the bad 
guy 
			here...the villain...evil filth...you are...you are and 
she 			is. It mentally, permanently scars and haunts you...but 
this time
			 I can do something about it.

Eric picks up a hacksaw. Victor, terrified, screams.

					VICTOR
					(Loud)
			"Stop!  Stop!  You're not going to to cut it off, please?" 
			What I did to you was wrong I..I wasn't sorry at first but 
I am 			now, please...You promised not to kill me.

Eric tosses the hacksaw over close enough for Victor to reach. Eric walks over 
to where the chest is we hear Anisa inside. Eric bends over and picks up the 
gasoline container and pour it over the chest making a trail over to the front 
door.

					ERIC
			I said I would give you the opportunity to leave here
			 with your life...here you are.

Victor holds the hacksaw in his hand looking at it, then looking at the chest 
and back to Eric.
Eric removes some matches out from his pocket and lets one fly fully inflamed.

INT. CHEVY CAVALIER VECHILE
Eric starts the car engine. My Girl continues where it left off from his CD 
player. Eric is not driving alone. Thuggish Eric and Intellectual Eric smile in 
the back seat They all dance and laugh. Just as Eric drives off we see that 
their is nobody really inside the car but himself singing.

FADE TO BLACK.

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