INT. HIS BATHROOM – EVENING
Tonya is wearing a cute turquoise dress and stripey socks. She pulls her panties down, lifts up her dress, and sits on the toilet. From the other side of the door comes muffled music and the unmistakable sound of a knife being sharpened. Tonya smiles to herself and pees.
INT. HIS KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER
Old, swampy blues music plays. Something simmers on the stove, and there are assorted vegetables and ingredients on the counter. He is sharpening a long, expensive chef’s knife with expert precision. There is the sound of a toilet flushing and sink running in the bathroom.
INT. HIS BATHROOM – MOMENTS LATER
TONYA
(turning off water, drying hands)
You knoooooow…Usually that’s not the sound a girl
wants to hear when she’s over at a guy’s house for
the first time and goes into the bathroom.
INT. HIS KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER
He stops sharpening and looks up with a bemused expression. The bathroom door opens, and he turns around at the sound with the knife in one hand and the sharpener in the other. Tonya is standing in the doorway. He puts down the sharpener and advances on her menacingly.
INT. HIS KITCHEN – LATE THAT NIGHT
Moonlight streams in the window, glinting off the handle of the same knife stuck in the top of the wooden table. Something reddish is smeared across the blade. The dress and her panties, obviously shredded, are in a pile on the floor. The ingredients haven’t been touched and whatever was in the pot on the stove is burned beyond recognition.
He stands naked at the sink, shown from behind, it’s unclear whether he’s washing something or washing his hands. When he turns off the water, faint moans and groans are heard. It’s impossible to tell if they’re painful or pleasurable. He turns around and pulls the knife out of the table roughly, then moves back out of frame.
HIM (off-camera)
Don’t worry, I’ve got more for you where that came
from. I wanted to make this one last, but something
about you makes me lose all self-control.
INT. HIS LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Tonya is curled up naked on the couch half-covered by a fuzzy blanket, eating something out of a bowl and making mmmmm noises of appreciation. She takes a swig out of an almost-empty wine bottle, looks up and smiles.
He is standing in the door to the kitchen holding the knife and a pie with a couple slices out of it.
TONYA
I can’t believe you have that. I swear I thought
nobody else but me liked strawberry-rhubarb pie.
He moves toward her. Tonya throws a look at what he’s carrying and raises her eyebrows.
TONYA (cont.)
You forgot a bowl and spoon for yourself.
He dips the tip of the knife into the pie. Slowly and deliberately, he smears the pie-filling on Tonya’s nipple.
HIM
No, I didn’t.