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VIRGIL
Laugh it up, cunt. You were in hysterics a minute ago. Why ain't you
laughing now?
Alabama, lying in the bathtub, grabs a small bottle of hotel shampoo and squeezes it out in her hand.
Virgil reaches in the shower and grabs hold of her hair.
Alabama rubs the shampoo in his face. He lets go of her and his hands go to his eyes.
VIRGIL
Oh Jesus!
She grabs hold of a hefty piece of broken glass and plunges it into his face.
VIRGIL
Oh Mary, help me!
The battered and bruised and bloody Alabama emerges from the shower. She's clutching a big, bloody piece of broken glass. She's vaguely reminiscent of a Tasmanian devil. Poor Virgil can't see very well, but he sees her figure coming toward him. He lets out a wild haymaker that catches her in the jaw and knocks her into the toilet.
He recovers almost immediately and takes the porcelain lid off the back of the toilet tank.
Virgil whips out a .45 automatic from his shoulder holster, just as Alabama brings the lid down on his head. He's pressed up against the wall with this toilet lid hitting him. He can't get a good shot in this tight environment, but he fires anyway, hitting the floor, the all, the toilet, and the sink.
The toilet lid finally shatters against Virgil's head. He falls to the ground.
Alabama goes to the medicine cabinet and whips out a big can of Final Net hairspray. She pulls a Bic lighter out of her pocket, and, just as Virgil raises his gun at her, she flicks the Bic and sends a stream of hairspray through the flame, which results in a big ball of fire that hits Virgil right in the face.
He fires off two shots. One hits the wall, another hits the sink pipe, sending water spraying.
Upon getting his face fried Virgil screams and jumps up, knocking Alabama down, and runs out of the bathroom.
Virgil collapses on the floor of the living room. Then, he sees the sawed-off laying on the ground. He crawls toward it.
Alabama, in the bathroom, sees where he's heading. She picks up the .45 automatic and fires at him. It's empty. She's on her feet and into the room.
He reaches the shotgun, his hands grasp it.
Alabama spots and picks up the bloody Swiss army knife. She takes a knife-first-running-dive at Virgil's back. She hits him.
He arches up, firing the sawed-off into the ceiling, dropping the gun, and sending a cloud of plaster and stucco all over the room.
Alabama snatches the shotgun.
Arched over on his back Virgil and Alabama make eye contact.
The first blast hits him in the shoulder, almost tearing his arm off. The second hits him in the knee. The third plays hell with his chest.
Alabama then runs at him, hitting him in the head with the butt of the shotgun.
Ever since he's been firing it's as if some other part of her brain has been functioning independently. She's been absent-mindedly saying the prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi.
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