INT. IZZY'S HOUSE - DAY

IZZY (23), in a cocktail skirt, pink strappy sandals, and a ponytail, leans down, perfectly content as she deeply inhales the aroma of her homemade pie.

She straightens herself and brings the pie to the table, where sits DAVID (27), tied to his chair, sweaty, exhausted, angry, and a bit afraid.  Next to him is his wife AMANDA (26), bound, gagged, and beaten.

izzY

(unaffected, to David)

You're gonna love this.  it's my mother's secret-special, decades-old, lock-and-key, I-could-tell-you-but-then-I'd-have-to-kill-you recipe. 

Izzy digs into the pie with a fork and lifts up a bite to feed David.

izzy

(perky)

Open up, Love.

DAVID

Just let me go.

IZZY

(laughing to herself, putting the bite close to his mouth)

Don't be silly.

DAVID

Screw you!

Izzy counts herself to five.

IZZY (cont'd)

(dissapointed)

That wasn't nice.

David glares as Izzy fumes beneath the service.

IZZY

(curtly, pointing to Amanda)

This?  This is what you want?

DAVID

(defiantly)

Yes.

Izzy leans in toward Amanda, knowing she has the upper hand.

IZZY

We should tell him your secret.  (to David) She's been a busy little bee, this one.  (to David, but facing Amanda) I bet Kurt down the street could tell you some stories.

David looks incredulously at Amanda.

IZZY (CONT'D)

Should we kill 'er?  (deciding immediately) You think we should kill 'er.

DAVID

(alarmed)

Oh my God; you're insane!!

IZZY

Shh.  I'm just ambitious.