Another 3am, on the spot sketch, here goes...
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT - 3AM
The sausage shaped clock on the wall reads 3:00AM, as Dick sits at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coco. His flatmate Glen, walks in half asleep, he makes himself a brew.
GLEN
What's up with you mate?
DICK
I can't sleep.
GLEN
Go to bed then?
DICK
Yeah, thanks.
GLEN
I was only trying to help.
He walks over with a cup and joins Dick at the table.
GLEN (CONTINUED)
Why can't you sleep?
DICK
(Embarrassed mumble)
There's a prostitute in my bed.
GLEN
(Surprised)
What?
DICK
There's a prostitute, in my bed.
GLEN
Cool, can I go and see?
DICK
What? No! Why do you want to see that?
GLEN
Why wouldn't I want to see that?
After a slight hesitation, Dick stands up and Glen follows him to his bedroom.
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INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT - 3AM (CONTINUOUS)
Dick casually leans on the door frame, still holding his drink. Glen playfully rubs his hands together and then steps in to view.
GLEN
What the f**k?
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT - 3AM
The girl lays on the bed, slashed open, the surrounding walls covered with blood splatter. A pool of red stretches out across the floor.
BACK TO:
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT - 3AM
GLEN
She likes it f**king rough, doesn't she?
Dick nods his head and then takes a closer look.
DICK
Oh that's not the prostitute, ah she must've gotten away.
GLEN
(Amused)
Can't even keep a prostitute.
Glen pats him on the back.
GLEN (CONTINUED)
Goodnight mate.
DICK
(Gutted)
Yeah night.
Dick walks into his bedroom and closes the door (beat) A chainsaw sounds.
Glen continues to walk down the hall way, shaking his head in amusement.
END
