by Kelcey Coe
I meant cute enough for what we talked about.
ALEXA
Now you're talking. She's perfect.
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - CORNER
By the entrance stands a mysterious man, BIG TONY, a massively huge young man in black - sporty casual. He is on the phone, quiet.
BIG TONY
Big Tony reporting. The mole is in the hole where he awaits further instructions.
He leaves the club casually.
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - BAR - LATER
Mitch and Alexa spot Bridgette's husband, RICK, on the other end of the bar. Rick flirts with the bartender, ANGEL, a flirtatious young girl.
Angel spots Alexa. Shoos Rick away. Angel approaches Alexa.
ALEXA
Understand?
Mitch BROWN
Got it.
ANGEL
Alexa, it's time for your fight.
RussELL BROWN
Fight? What about our anniversary?
ALEXA
I don't like when competition gets in my way... who's up for tonight?
ANGEL
Some loser from the West Side, Jessica. She used to steal cars... before St. Elizabeth rescued her from Big Tony and his cronies.
ALEXA
Let's get this party started.
Alexa kisses Mitch.
Mitch brown
Love you honey.
Alexa leaves.
Mitch drinks his shot of whiskey. He turns to Bridgette.
She spots him.
He winks.
Disgusted, she turns back around.
RussELL BROWN
(to himself)
This will be easy.
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - FIGHT CAGE
DJ Maxx stops the music and the strobe lights.
All eyes turn to him.
Light shines on the cage.
Alexa and JESSICA, dripping sweat from the overhead lights, enter the cage and stance.
DJ MAXX
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the night you have all been waiting for... Cute girls fighting to the death for your entertainment! We'll start the wagers at $5,000. The reigning champion, Alexa versus the challenger, Jessica! Girls... fight!
Crowd chants, "Girlfight!"
ALEXA
No one challenges me!
Jessica
I do!
Both begin aggressively.
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - BAR
Mitch receives a phone call from a woman in jail, JILL WILKENSON.
Jill Wilkenson
Is this the mole?
RussELL BROWN
Yes it is. I'd hate to be you right now.
Jill Wilkenson
You said you'll get me out if I do this favor for you.
MITCH BLACK
Yes.
Jill Wilkenson
The FBI and ATF have been on pestering me about Bridgette. She assured me she was a federal agent, badge and all. Now I wait for my trial because that dumb broad smuggled arms into Afghanistan she bought from my store. She can't testify against me, I'm an ex-Mayor, I'll go in for life. I hear you have a special way of making problems go away.
MITCH BLACK
I'm the only man for the job.
Jill Wilkenson
Good, see to it you complete the job and I'll accept your offer.
MITCH BLACK
Understood.
Mitch hangs up.
INT. LOS DIABLOS - BRIDGETTE'S TABLE
Mitch walks to sit with Bridgette.
BrIDGETTE
What the...?
He points. Bridgette turns to the fight. Alexa does a running jump in the air and knees Jessica. Jessica falls to her knees. Alexa grabs Jessica's hair - Jessica pleads for mercy. Alexa pulls her head back, raises a closed fist, and repeatedly slams it into Jessica's face. She pushes Jessica's lifeless body to the floor. Crowd ROARS.
MITCH BLACK
I bet you could do that.
BRIDGETTE
What, prizefight? I'm just a model by day, gas clerk by night.
MITCH BLACK
Alexa doesn't like competition.
BRIDGETTE
She's too old. I'm younger, more valuable to the business.
MITCH BLACK
She insists you have no talent. Nothing more than just a pretty face.
BRIDGETTE
I'll show her talent.
MITCH BLACK
Perhaps you could do me a favor.
BRIDGETTE
Save the small talk - what do you want?
MITCH BLACK
I want you to kill my wife. Fight her, kill her, and I will triple whatever I owe you at the end of the night.
BRIDGETTE
Well, if this is going to lead to what I think, you owe me $15,000 up-front.
MITCH BLACK
Call your bank and check your balance.
Bridgette calls her bank. Shocked.
BRIDGETTE
Whoa... $15,000? How'd you... You got yourself a deal.
MITCH BLACK
And you got yourself a job to do.
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - FIGHT CAGE
A bouncer drags Jessica's corpse from the cage.
Two other bouncers wrap Alexa and Bridgette's fists in tape then barb-wire.
Both Alexa and Bridgette enter.
Rick, drunk, runs up to the cage.
Spotlight on DJ Maxx.
DJ MAXX
Ladies and gentlemen was that not a fight or what? Alexa is ready for more as a new challenger steps in, Bridgette... for our main event and barb-wire boxing - that only Los Diablos can bring you! Let's start the bidding at $5,000... Girls, fight!
Crowd chants, "Girlfight!"
Alexa
So another pretty face for me to rip apart.
Bridgette
Honey, I'm much more than just a pretty face.
ALEXA
Bring it.
Bridgette slams her fist into Alexa's side. Now an uppercut, ripping at her flesh. Alexa steps back, spitting blood.
Rick
That's my baby girl, get her, yea!
Humiliated, Alexa delivers a series of punches to the face and ribs. Alexa grabs Bridgette in a bear hug and lifts - SNAPS - Bridgette's back. Alexa overhead hammers her back. Bridgette is knocked to her stomach. Bridgette crawls away, reaching to the crowd. Alexa rolls Alexa over. She sits her up and sits with her knees in her back. She grabs Bridgette's arms and pulls her back, SNAP - the back again. She lays Bridgette on her back. Delivers a series of devastating punches to Bridgette's face. She picks Bridgette up by the hair. She walks her to the cage and slams Bridgette's head into it. She slides it along the cage to the floor.
Alexa stands. Raises her hands in victory.
The crowd ignores her. Chants "Get up."
Bridgette slowly tries to roll away. Fails.
Alexa looks down at her -
ALEXA
I'm Ohio's next top model sister!
Alexa stomps on her back - CRACK. She turns her on her back. Sits on top of her. Bridgette squirms. Alexa grabs her throat with one hand.
ALEXA
Die!
Alexa stands to spit on Bridgette. She pulls out a knife as she circles Bridgette. Signals crowd. Crowd chants "Kill her."
She bends over, sits Bridgette up. Wraps her barb-wire around Bridgette's mouth almost in a noose, tying it in her hair. Picks her up by their tangled hair and barb-wire noose to her knees. Alexa smiles at Rick. Waves. Blood gushes from Bridgette's mouth.
ALEXA
Wave bye bye...
The crowd continues: "Kill her!"
ALEXA
(to Rick)
This is one fish best served cold!
Bridgette
(to Mitch)
I... I'm sorry.
(to Rick, who looks at Mitch in bewilderment)
I... I love you.
Alexa slashes her neck. Blood flies on Rick's face.
RICK
No!<
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He watches as she falls dead to the floor. Blood pours from her mouth into a puddle. The crowd breaks away. He runs in. To hold her one last time as -
Alexa creeps over him.
ALEXA
She must have made a mean apple pie.
RICK
She was my girlfriend! And you killed her!
Alexa smiles. Laughing hysterically.
ALEXA
Forget that zero and be with this hero?
He stops crying. Looks to her. Confused.
ALEXA
Think about it.
Alexa stumbles away.
Rick runs up to Mitch. Sobbing.
Rick
What did she mean she was sorry?
RuSSELL BROWN
I hired her to kill my pushover of a wife. And she failed.
RICK
What the...? Why do you want your wife dead?
MITCH BLACK
I have my reasons... looks like we have something in common.
RICK
What's that?
MITCH BLACK
We've both been wronged by Alexa.
RICK
I want revenge!
RuSSELL BROWN
For 100 grand I can solve both of our problems.
RICK
Make it 50 grand and you got yourself a deal!
MITCH BLACK
Done. Alexa shall haunt me no more!
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - BAR
Rick, drunk yet calm and collected like nothing happened, joins Alexa at the bar. Her wraps removed.
Down from them are the hotel front desk girls: Jennifer, Heather, and Erica. Silent, ease-dropping.
RICK
Good fight.
ALEXA
Good fight? That's the worst pickup line ever!
RICK
It wasn't a pickup line.
ALEXA
What's your name?
RICK
Rick.
ALEXA
Oh? And what do you do for a living Rick?
RICK
I'm unemployed, looking for a job.
ALEXA
What if I could make that happen?
Rick sneers.
RICK
I don't want to work for you, I just want you dead.
ALEXA
Hmmm... is that a fact?
RICK
Yea.
ALEXA
Well... what did my stupid husband tell you?
RICK
That he wants you dead and me to pay him 50 grand.
ALEXA
What a loser! Well, since you both want me dead, I have a proposal.
RICK
I'm listening.
ALEXA
But at a cost. All my life I was raised to be the best. With the show now suspended I can never have my chance. All of these up-and-coming girls partying at this place threaten the chance I deserve.
RICK
How do you plan to get rid of them?
ALEXA
The very same way I just killed your girlfriend.
RICK
You want girls to fight to the death?
ALEXA
Not girls... models. You're in need of a partner to avenge the death of your girl. And I'm in need of fame and fortune. All of these girls stand in my way of getting it. You pay me the 50 grand and I'll have my husband organize the whole deal. I'll enter the fight and if I lose you get your wish. But if I win... Mitch will assassinate you instead of me.
RICK
Fine with me.
Alexa puts her finger over Rick's mouth to shoo him, smiling at him, rubbing her hands in his hair.
Cherry overhears the chat. Approaches Rick. She winks at him, angering Alexa.
Cherry
Hey baby, I hear you need a woman. My name's Cherry, as in sweet as cherry pie.
ALEXA
Listen trick. I killed his girl fair and square, he's my man you tart!
CHERRY
Who you calling tart, Ugly?
ALEXA
Ugly?
(signals to Angel)
Excuse me, I didn't see cherry tart on the menu. Can you come and remove this... this molded pastry at once?
Angel confronts Cherry.
ANGEL
Get out!
ALEXA
Time to go.
Angel, with both arms, escorts her away.
CHERRY
(to Alexa)
You fight like a girl!
Irate, Alexa pulls out her knife and tosses it into Cherry's throat.
Cherry falls out of Angel's arms. Angel stands frightened.
Erica, Heather, and Jennifer begin to audibly cry.
Alexa notices with a distant stare.
ALEXA
Well I'll tell you what. Let's discuss this proposition somewhere private. Meet me in the parking lot in a couple of minutes. I gotta tell my husband bye.
Rick kisses Alexa. He leaves.
Mitch takes his place by Alexa.
RuSSELL BROWN
I see I'm going to have to put up with you longer.
ALEXA
Ah, you're such a sweetheart.
MITCH BLACK
So what'd he say?
ALEXA
He'll do it. I'm going to weasel him to pay 100 grand, at gunpoint if I have to.
MITCH BLACK
You really think we can convince these girls this is real?
Alexa smirks.
ALEXA
With an offer better than the actual show, if they're hungry for it, they'd do anything to win. Now duty calls and I gotta go get $100 grand from this desperate schmuck.
MITCH BLACK
Don't kill him. We'll need him later.
Alexa leaves. Erica, Heather, and Jennifer just stare.
Mitch BROWN
It's in your best interests to look away and act like you never heard anything.
DJ Maxx takes Alexa's seat by Mitch. Laughter behind Mitch. Mitch turns to see a '20s and '50s pinup model- CHRISSY and EMILY, respectively, sitting at separate tables.
RuSSELL BROWN
What are they doing here?
DJ MAXX
It's ladies night. They're free until midnight.
MITCH BLACK
Somebody needs to tell them it's the 21st century. Women's rights killed this country. Let's get rid of them. Make an impromptu fight.
DJ MAXX
Yessir.
DJ Maxx walks over to Chrissy. Whispers something in her ear, pointing to Emily.
Chrissy charges at Emily with a glass of wine and throws it in her face.
CHRISSY
Think the '20s was lame huh?
Emily
They weren't so roaring as the history books claim.
Emily throws a punch that knocks Chrissy to the floor. Onlookers stare.
Mitch stands and fires his gun.
RussELL BROWN
Take advantage of these women's rights and get in the cage. May the better decade win.
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - FIGHT CAGE
DJ Maxx returns to his booth.
Both girls enter the cage. The crowd roars and taunts.
Dj maxx
Ladies and gentlemen do we have a special fight for you. Two vintage pinup dolls will fight to determine the best decade for women's rights... and as always here at Los Diablos, their lives. Girls, fight!
The crowd begins... "Girlfight!"
CHRISSY
I'm going to enjoy killing you!
Emily
I'm about to show you '20s funeral customs.
CHRISSY
Not before I knock you back to post-war times.
RuSSELL BROWN
What?
Both girls charge at each other. They lock arms. Chrissy pushes Emily away and begins to pound at her. Emily sneaks in a hard blow to Chrissy's chin and knocks her out. Emily sits on Chrissy's head. Chrissy struggles to breathe as Emily smashes and smothers her to death.
Emily looks to DJ Maxx.
EMILY
The '50s were the best of times.
Mitch pulls out his gun.
MITCH BLACK
But the 21st century is even better.
Growling like a hungry lion, Emily charges at Mitch.
Mitch shoots her in the head.
He comes in the cage.
The crowd cheers.
He shoots her in the back of the heart twice.
He turns his attention to the bar and sees Rick sitting alone drinking liquor.
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - BAR
He joins him.
RuSSELL BROWN
So what did you and my wife talk about?
Rick
She encouraged me to give her another 50 grand to help you organize these fights.
Angel pours Rick some more liquor. She pretends not to hear this conversation.
Angel
Last call. 10 minutes till closing.
RICK
You'll never going to see any of that money are you?
MITCH BLACK
Nope. Don't worry about that.
RICK
Thanks, Mitch. You've been good to me.
Mitch pulls out his gun and places it on the bar.
MITCH BLACK
Don't get all mushy on me.
Rick stares with a shocked look on his face.
EXT. LOS DIABLOS - PARKING LOT - LATER
Angel and DJ Maxx shout from a distance.
Mitch walks to his car. Hears them.
Angel cradles a small baby in her arms. A toddler at her side.
ANGEL
You should try being a real man for once and get a real job you deadbeat loser!
DJ MAXX
What kind of lady doesn't make her man wear a condom? I'll fix your herpes when I become a famous rapper.
Mitch notices the hysterical man.
MITCH BLACK
(to self)
I guess somebody won at "Who's Gonna Be a Petri Dish?"
ANGEL
You should try being a daddy for once!
DJ MAXX
What kind of daddy's girl doesn't even know who her baby's daddy is?
MITCH BLACK
(to self)
I guess somebody lost at "Who's Gonna Be a Daddy?"
Mitch remains still to watch the heated discussion.
DJ MAXX
I don't even have herpes! That baby is Mexican... do I look Mexican to you? You could have just as well met an illegal Mexican in the back lot of Taco Jose's off seventh street.
ANGEL
I just know they're from you.
DJ MAXX
Get out of my life! And take that rugrat with you!
ANGEL
You're worth more dead to me than alive - I wish you were dead!
Having enough, Mitch shoots DJ Maxx twice in the heart.
Angel, in total shock, falls.
Mitch looks over the dead DJ Maxx -
RuSSELL BROWN
Thanks for bringing another mistake into this world.
He shoots him again, once in the head. Looks to Angel -
MITCH BLACK
Now shut up and enjoy your money. His mixes were getting old anyway.
INT. JAIL - LIEUTENANT'S OFFICE - NEXT MORNING
OFFICER STEPHENS walks into the LIEUTENANT'S office.
Two other officers, Steve and Rick, join.
LIEUTENANT
We have a problem. As you know two people have been brutally slaughtered. We have no leads. Just a bunch of spoiled-rotten Daddy's princesses spending the rest of their Spring Break in our little town. Our need for an effective team is stronger now than ever. This time is our bread and butter. Be overly suspicious, increase the patrol - watch all these girls walking the streets.