Thoughts please!
EXT. SUBURBAN LIVING ROOM. DAY.
A BODY LIES ON THE FLOOR IN A POOL OF BLOOD WITH KNIFE THROUGH THE HEAD AND A SWORD THROUGH THE STOMACH PROTRUDING OUT THE OTHERSIDE.
SERGEANT: This is a real mess. It’s one of the worst I’ve ever seen. I actually feel physically sick. His wife is in a right state.
CUT TO WIFE SOBBING AND ROCKING WITH A BLANKET AROUND HER. A WPC IS COMFORTING HER.
INSPECTOR: I know Sergeant. That poor man. Get the crime scene photographer to take some shots then we’ll get this mess cleared up.
SERGEANT: Yes Guv. Can we have the photographer in now please?
ENTER SLIGHTLY CAMP PHOTOGRAPHER DRESSED IN TRENDY CLOTHES.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Okay, can you put the screen behind the body and the lights over here please. Thank you love. Make up, do you think you can just put a little something on around the eyes and the cheeks. Just in those places where the blood has drained away. That’s fantastic. Okay here we go.
BEGINS TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS.
Look, it’s not working. (To bereaved wife) Excuse me love, could you help out please.
WIFE: Who me?
PHOTGRAPHER: Would you mind?
Just prop him up a bit.
WIFE MANOUVRES THE BODY INTO POSITION.
That’s good. Pout for me. Now let your hair down. Good. Oh yeah baby, you look so sexy.
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CUT TO MONTAGE OF STILLS AS WE HERE THE CAMERA CLICK. EACH SHOT SHOWS THE WIFE LOOKING MORE AND MORE SEXY AND PROGRESSIVELY GETTING COVERED IN BLOOD AS SHE POSES WITH THE BODY OF HER DEAD HUSBAND. SHE ENDS UP IN HER UNDERWEAR, STOCKINGS AND SUSPENDERS.
PHOTOGRAPHER (V.O) That’s good baby. Make love to the camera. Shake your hair. This is great.
PHOTOGRAPHER FINISHES.
Okay. Well done everyone. Lets take five. (To Inspector) Can you get me a diet coke lovey?
