He pulls out two clear plastic tubs and sets one in front of both Jake and Marc.

ALEX (CONT’D)

It occurs to me that, instead of being satisfied with each other and trying to nurture the less than ideal love you had, you’ve become greedy.

Alex walks in front of Jake and Marc, opens his robe, and begins to piss on them as he continues.…

ALEX (CONT’D)

Comfortable to lie around in your own shit and piss and everyone else’s like a couple of swine. Let me leave you with a hot tip from my stockbroker.

He shakes off and walks to a nightstand, where he pulls something unseen from a drawer.

ALEX (CONT’D)

It’s okay to be a pig. Pigs get fat. But when you get reckless and become a hog, watch out. Hogs get slaughtered.

Alex raises a butcher knife and swiftly cuts the men’s throats, which drain into the plastic tubs.

He stands, looking out a window, as the bodies are bled. After a few moments he picks up a house phone.

ALEX (CONT’D)

Drew? Would you please inform my guests I’ve retired for the night? Yes, party’s over. Oh ,and when you’re finished there, I’ve made a little mess in the master suite. Nothing unbearable, but you may want to bring a disinfectant. Oh, and Drew? Thank you.

Alex hangs up. He walks into the master bathroom, flicks on the light, and begins to brush his teeth, humming to himself.

EXT. ROSE GARDEN—DAY

Drew walks slowly along a line of well manicured rose bushes.

He examines several blooms, dissatisfied. Then his eyes settle on a perfect specimen. He reaches out and caresses the stem, enthralled with his find.

He rubs his forefinger against a thorn. Taking a deep breath, he pierces the finger with the thorn.

DREW

There. It’s fair now, isn’t it? You hit me first.

He snaps the stem in half and walks away with the rose.

EXT. THALIA’S BEDROOM—MORNING

Sunlight streams in through billowy, sheer drapes.

PULLBACK and linger on a bureau with framed pictures of ALEX and THALIA together. There are a few WHITE candles and a WHITE teddy bear nestled among the frames.

PULLBACK to reveal Thalia strewn across a sumptuous bed laden with pillows.

Distant KNOCK on door.

Thalia stirs and slowly opens her eyes. Her mascara is smudged from sleeping on her face and her slip is wrinkled.

Another KNOCK.

Thalia bolts up and crosses to her boudoir mirror, quickly fixing her hair and wiping at her mascara with a wet finger.

THALIA

Coming! I’m coming.

She steals a glance at the clock on her way to the door. 11:30.

INT. THALIA’S HOUSE—FRONT DOOR—CONTINUOUS

Thalia peers through the peephole and, seeing a DELIVERY MAN, opens the door.

THALIA

Yes?

The delivery man stands with a wrapped box and bouquet of WHITE lilies.

DELIVERY MAN