The Shoebox
Synopsis: With the promise of 'easy money'
dangled
before him, a private eye straight out of a 1940s dime novel sets out
to
locate a wealthy man's missing shoebox. And just like a dime
novel,
it doesn't take long until he finds himself neck-deep in a twisted and
dangerous
mystery.
for violence, sexual
content, and language.
PREVIEW
FADE IN:
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
The first thing we see is a painting of a leopard. The frame
triples the value of the artwork.
HATCHER
(V.O.)
Six years since my old
man
kicked off. He still talks to me. His
best
advice, besides ‘avoid the clap’?
(beat)
Never let your conscience tell
you
what to do.
As we pan around
the
room from the leopard, over to a single lamp on a night table, and down
to
the bed, a man in a tailored suit is revealed.
He’s face down, sprawled across the queen-size mattress, with a bullet
hole in his back.
We don’t linger too long on that image. We continue to pan around
the room, and down to the matted carpet.
There are photos on photos down here. Nothing you’d want mom,
dad, and the kids to see. Not unless you wanted to explain who
was doing what to who, and why. We don’t linger too long on these
images either.
We reach another man. He’s seated on the floor, sweating,
pressing his back against the wall near the door. The bulk of the
photos, along with a beaten shoebox, lay between his legs. His
left hand is inside his overcoat. A .38-caliber revolver sits
next to his right hand. He removes the fedora from his head, and
wipes his face with his sleeve.
This is DAN HATCHER.
HATCHER (V.O.)
This is what a conscience gets you.
He shifts his
weight,
grimaces.
He pulls his hand from his side.
CUT TO:
HATCHER’S P.O.V.
As he pulls focus, he sees that his hand is bloodied.
CUT TO:
INT. MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
He presses his hand against the wound again, sweat pouring down his
face.
HATCHER
(V.O.)
I knew what I should have done:
drop off the box, pick up the
cash,
and walk out. No questions,
no
problems.
That
was the plan.
Simple, huh?
Hatcher’s eyes
graze
across the photos.
HATCHER
(V.O.)
As
soon as
I opened that box, saw what was
inside,
simple hit the
road.
And it left me alone with
my morals.
(beat)
They got me shot about ten
minutes
ago.
He looks toward
the
door.
HATCHER
(V.O.)
I
don’t know
if I’m gonna live
through this. I just want to leave.
(beat)
One way…
Hatcher looks back at the photos.
He lets the gun drop to the floor and reaches into his coat.
He finds a silver flask, opens it, drinks.
Then he pours the rest on the pile.
He finds a lighter in another coat pocket.
HATCHER (V.O.)
…or
another.
He removes his bloody palm from his side and lifts one of the photos
from the pile. It’s innocent: a young woman and a young
man, smiling, happy.
Hatcher’s face is blank as he strikes the flint, and the spark grows to
flame. He allows the fire to sample, then engulf, the photo, and
as
it does, he drops it on the pile.
HATCHER
Easy money.
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