Film Noir

(Jimmy sits his car. He checks his watch.) (He takes the gun out of his coat and places it on the back seat, faces forward again, and adjusts himself.)

(Jimmy is escorted through a house in to an office.)

Boss: (As enter office, Barack Obama Speech on in the background) Ah, Jimmy! Please, sit. (Jimmy sits.) Care for a glass of the good stuff?Jimmy: Please.(The boss pours him a glass) Boss (After a while): So tell me! How’d it go?

FLASHBACK(Feet walk down a sidewalk. More feet follow)

Jimmy: Well, he begged, he bled; he cried for his mother, it was the usual really.

FLASHBACK(Jimmy approaches the man, now turning, pointing a gun at him.)Bruce: Please, no! I have a son.

Boss: That, doesn’t affect you?Jimmy: Fuck no. Boss: You don’t care who he was? You don’t care about why I asked you to kill him?Jimmy: No, and that’s why you’re going to make me your full time target man. Because when I do it, I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel anything. I accept that men like you and I will never see heaven. We may as well make our peace with the devil. In fact, I feel like I’m doing them a favour. I feel like I’m saving them from the vomit, and the shit that runs in the street. They’re no longer being lied to.

FLASHBACK (As Jimmy talks)(Silent gun shots are fired by Jimmy)

Boss: That so? Jimmy: Yeah, that’s so. Boss: Being lied to by who?Jimmy: Lied to the society we live in. This guy (points at Obama) says that out of many we are one. (Laughs) Bullshit. We aren’t living in a community; hell if we are I just shot a member of mine in the face. They want to play inspirational music while Obama delivers his speech, they can. I for one am not fooled.Boss: Hold on. You kill people for money because you don’t like how things are run? Jimmy: No, I’m merely pointing out why you’re going to employ me permanently. Shakespeare once said that hell is empty and all the devils are here, and yet we’re living in a community? I don’t think so… I don’t think so. We’re living in a business. Now who’s my next target? (Drags picture across table towards himself)