INFECTED INFEST

RHIANDA (Stumbles her words) Its nothing...just a birth mark. Don't worry about it HUDSON (shocked) A birth mark? Who the fuck puts a plaster on a birth mark?! Rhianda places her hand over the patch. RHIANDA (Hesitantly) I, er - It's just a scratch... HUDSON I pay you to sleep with me, not to give me some infection. RHIANDA Its nothing serious, I promise. Why don't you just come back over here and finish what you pay for, 'ay babe? HUDSON At the risk of catching something? Fuck off! You don't see any fucking plasters on me, do you? RHIANDA No, but thats not the - HUDSON Look, just grab your shit and get the fuck out of here. RHIANDA Not until you pay me. There is a slight pause. Hudson scoffs. HUDSON No chance! RHIANDA Do you think I chose this life style? NO! I need the fucking money. HUDSON I couldn't give a shit, you're worthless. Your just a street corner park and ride. RHIANDA As if your much better? What do you do for a living then? Bend young girls over dingy hotel room dressing tables? HUDSON What? That's not- RHIANDA Then what? Once you're done you just wipe the sweat from your forehead and walk away without dropping a penny? HUDSON I - RHIANDA Or is it that you don't have the cash to pay? Rhianda scoffs. Rhianda Wouldn't surprise me, I probably earn more in a night than you do a week. HUDSON But - RHIANDA You're just a sad lonely man looking to blow off some steam, aren't you? Hudson slowly inches towards the bed and sits down. Rhianda You're no better than me. Rhianda sits down with Hudson. Rhianda You're a sick, vile, disgusting little man. And a pathetic one at that! Hudson has his head hung down with a frown upon on face. A newsreader appears on the television set. Hudson raises his head and fixes his eyes on the screen. RHIANDA Say something, then. HUDSON Wait, shut up. Hudson walks up to the television set and turns up the volume. Television newsreader (mid sentence) ...and she is believed to be infected. If you have seen this women please contact your local isolation unit immediately. Rhianda gets up and starts putting her clothes back on. NewsReader ...and be warned, this infection is highly contagious. Precautions are advised. HUDSON Stop! Thats you there talking about, isn't it? Rhianda carries on dressing and remains silent. Hudson grabs his phone and begins to dial the on-screen number. RHIANDA What are you doing? HUDSON I'm calling the isolation unit. RHIANDA NO! Rhianda runs behind Hudson & attempts to grab the phone. He swings his arm to push her away yet, she falls & knocks her head on the dressing room table. Her blood begins to stain the carpet. Hudson turns round, stops talking on the phone & stares at her body. Panicking, Hudson scrambles around the room. He shuts the window & draws the curtains. He sits at the tip of the bed & thinks. He reaches for his phone & dials 999, he hesitates when about to press call. He hits cancel & slides the phone into his pocket & heads to the hotel room door he peaks his head out & checks side to side. He shuts the door & walks to her body. He slides the body under the hotel room bed, hands shaking, he washes them in the sink. Fixes his suit & walks out. Int. Hotel Room Corridor. Evening Scared, uneasy & above all horrified, Hudson walks slowly through the hotel room corridor looking back behind him he reaches he main door. He picks up speed & walks away quickly.