INDIGO NIGHT
BY SADIE ALLEN
ACT I, SCENE 1
EXT. DARK ALLEYWAY
Two hooded, bound figures are hustled forward by two ROCKET GRUNTS. The figures are JESSE and JAMES. A stray Meowth leaps from a garbage can. JAMES yelps.
GRUNT I: Move it along, Slowpokes! Wouldn't wanna be late for your own funeral.
GRUNT II: Laughing dully. Good one.
GRUNT I rips back the latches of a rusty, metal door. The door swings inward on squealing hinges. JESSE and JAMES are shoved through the pitch-black doorway. The door slams shut.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
ROCKET GRUNTS snatch the captives' hoods, then take their posts at the door. From the shadow, fingers snap.
GIOVANNI: Lights.
GRUNT I throws the switch. Harsh ceiling lights cast a pathway of light across the cement floor, leading to an old man at the far end. GIOVANNI. The Rocket leader sits in a plain folding chair with his torso slightly hunched, his legs apart and his hands resting on his knees. He is wearing a crisp Italian suit, black, with the matching loafers. A Persian brushes past his legs.
GIOVANNI: Ah, the newlyweds have arrived! He beckons them with an upward nod. JESSE and JAMES shuffle forward, hands still tied behind their backs. Enjoying your honeymoon so far?
JESSE tosses her long hair back and spits at his feet.
JESSE: Everything was swell until you set your goons on us.
JAMES: Hooting. Yeah, tell 'im, honey!
JESSE: Can it, Jim.
JAMES: Lowers his head. Sorry.
JESSE: We thought we were through with Team Rocket. We thought we had done our parts and retired with honor.
GIOVANNI: Laughing deeply. Honor? You'd be lucky to retire with dignity. But it seems you're forgetting something. He stands up, expression hardening. Once a Rocket, always a Rocket. Nobody makes it out alive.
JAMES: Collapsing to his knees, groveling. Please, Boss! You don't gotta do this to us. What did we do wrong?
JESSE kicks her husband in the back.
JESSE: Get up, you sniveling idiot! He ain't your boss anymore, and we haven't done anything wrong. This is how it always was, isn't it, you old guido? Challenging GIOVANNI. You never cared a Ratata's tail about us, any of us. You just sent us on your wild errands, worked us till we dropped and, when one of us started to crack from the pressure, you'd kick him to the curbside, or worse. We all thought we were your tops, the boss's favorites, but we were only grunts to you. You played us like a Poke Flute. Sneering. The music ends tonight.
GIOVANNI: Jesse, princess, you really were my favorite. Such fiery spirit, like that pretty red hair of yours! It's a shame I have to let you go. Turning to JAMES. But that Pidgey-brained boy sold my plans to the Jennies, and if I don't kill you both as punishment, I'll be setting a poor example for the rest of the grunts.
JESSE whips to JAMES in bewilderment, the glint of tears in her eyes.
JESSE: You did what?
JAMES: Blubbering. I—I'm so sorry. I did it for us, for the baby. We needed the money. Desperate. Please, please forgive me.
JESSE breaks down crying.
GIOVANNI: Alright, this tragedy has played on too long. It's curtains for you. Grunts!
The ROCKET GRUNTS close in wearing gas masks and carrying Poke Balls. GIOVANNI gives the signal and they throw the balls. Four Weezing burst out.
GIOVANNI: Weezing, Poison Gas, now!
The Weezing release a cloud of green, toxic gas. JESSE and JAMES cough and gag, slowly choking to death on the fumes. When the cloud dissipates, the couple is lying dead on the floor and GIOVANNI has disappeared.