Clueless Movie Script Novels & Stories

Bronze. Like I’m in some twisted game of Clue. Guess it’s Quinn, with the candlestick, in the sitting room. The plan is simple: Knock Pablo out. Steal his wallet, phone, and keys. Stomp on his balls. Get the fuck out of here. I move through the shadows, silent on bare feet. I raise the candlestick—ready to swing— And somehow… he sees me. Maybe it was the reflection in the window, maybe a flicker of movement. But our eyes lock at the same time I swing—

Taunting her gave me great pleasure but I didn’t enjoy waiting. After waiting for what felt like ages, I could hear Claire’s footsteps descending the master hall staircase leading to the living room and kitchen. I was about to stroll out casually in my chair but I saw her rummaging frantically through her bag as she held a glass of water. I watched carefully from around the corner as she made a call to someone named ‘Jordan.’ Was Claire really stupid enough to cheat on Leo? I listened to her conversation and waited for my opportunity.

Clara looked up at me, knowing she didn't have answers to that and I was genuinely sorry. "Somewhere safe." I put in for her, "Alex, I know it's a lot to take in but Clara would be in too much trouble if we stayed here." I tried to break it down to him. Pulling a stack of cash out of my pocket, the only language humans understood. "To show my gratitude, Clara has requested that I pay you until we can sort things out." "I don't want your stupid money." He slapped the stack of money out of my hand and onto the floor. Either he didn't know or he just didn't care but he wasn't even surprised to know who I was as Anthony Lee.

No secrets form this day forward! - What is your first clue? - Not so fast! This woman is playing with my nerves. She is holding Rita prisoner God knows where and all I can do is listening to her on the phone giving orders. - Let us try this again, Mr. Hauser. Rita agreed that you should play this game. She knows the consequences of your failures and she is willing to embrace them. Now the question is, will you? - You know I will now tell me the God damn clue!

Her fingers danced across the piano keys as a melody filled the whole area. Suddenly her assistant entered the room. “Ma’am, the audit leak is confirmed. Isla’s team is moving fast.” Claire didn’t stop playing. She sat silently as if she was unaffected and then she spoke, “Let her do what she wants.” “But Ma’am-” “She’ll move too fast. And when she does, she’ll slip off. They always do. She thinks it's easy to win from me? Let her stay delusional ” *** That same Night - Lucian’s Apartment

His grip was warm, protective. If he knew the truth, he’d never look at her the same. She leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. “Trust me.” Then she pulled free and left, her heart aching as the door shut between them. Across town, Clara hunched over her laptop, papers scattered like fallen leaves. Headlines glowed on her screen, half-written drafts about the docks, the frozen accounts, the whispers of mafia war. Her phone buzzed. Alley behind Via Rossi. Ten o’clock. Bring cash.

The next hour blurred into a cycle of polite conversations and controlled chaos. “Welcome, we’re so glad you made it…” “Yes, we can adjust your room…” “No, the ocean view hasn’t been reassigned…” “Of course, we’ll send someone to assist…” It felt rehearsed, like stepping into a script I didn’t remember learning but somehow knew by heart. Every smile felt so fake. Every word measured. And still, underneath it all, something felt off…like the entire house was balancing on something fragile. “Stop thinking so much,” Claire whispered when we finally stepped aside near the hallway.

POV: Zia The silence in Dr. Clue’s office was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic thud-thud of Clayton’s boots as he paced the small square of linoleum. It had been over thirty minutes. Thirty minutes since the doctor had looked at us like he’d seen ghosts, muttered, "I can't believe this," and vanished.

One she’d started the night she was attacked. She scrolled. Paused. Then added a new line. Public leverage event — Serena Hale. Her phone buzzed. A new message. Unknown number. You handled that well. He’s unraveling. Clara typed back slowly. You underestimated something. The response came quickly. What’s that? Clara’s lips curved not in a smile, but in resolve. My silence isn’t surrender. Three dots appeared. Then vanished. Outside, the city hummed, unaware that something had just tilted.

“What’s up?” She walked in, scrolling through her phone. “The second clue for that client event I told you about is still unsolved, and it’s driving me crazy. And no, I know you’re not busy, and I need your help. Braxton, maybe you can help too.” She explained the concept of the first clue to him before she read the second one out loud. “Every promise deserves a witness, where petals remember footsteps, and vows once danced with the wind.” She looked between the both of us.