Edie Sedgwick Must Die – Ch. 1
INT. CHELSEA HOTEL, NYC – DAY
Clad in a white lab coat, brilliant inventor Edie Sedgwick works in a small space surrounded with state-of-the-art culinary apparatus. She carefully moves a pastry-like substance from an oven to a frying pan. Then, a knock at her door,
SEDGWICK
It's open!
Two shadowy men, Agent Smith and Agent Jones slither into her lab space. With her back to them Sedgwick asks,
SEDGWICK
Did you get the new strain of yeast?
Smith grabs Sedgwick from behind, forcing a chloroformed towel over her mouth and nose. Sedgwick struggles and tries to scream. As her body goes limp Jones comes over, takes out a hypodermic, and injects a brown substance into Sedgwick’s arm. Smith drops Sedgwick and her body falls to the floor. Jones takes a bite out of one of the Cronuts on the work table. He seems weak and his eyes start to water:
SMITH
How is it?
JONES
It's good.
Too good.
SMITH
Take her equipment. Load it into the van. All of it. Then give her another injection.
JONES
What about the apartment?
SMITH
Torch it.
JONES
What about her?
Agent Smith tears Sedgwick’s lab coat and clothes off, stuffs them into a plastic bag and leaves her on the floor in her black bra and cotton briefs.
SMITH
Leave her. She was careless. And stupid. Drop a half-smoked cigarette on her mattress. Tell no one. This lab never existed. Today never happened.
- The Cronut, allegedly not invented till 2013
- Inage: The Truth About The Icon XV, by Roberta Marrero
- Tattoo: Jenna Lee, by Joseph, Visual Orgasm Tattoo, Singapore
- Sculpture: Broken Girl, by Adnagaporp
Ah, I get it, someone who dies over and over on the internet, who must die, is of course called E-die, or, if you or she wishes her to die more quickly, we dop the dash and just call her Edie.
OMG Jeff! E-die! For all the time I’ve stared at and written my name, how did I never notice that obvious thing!? 😛
It’s like I’ve been walking around with this “document” and didn’t even know it.
Wow Jeff!
Mind blown.