Three Inputs, No Waiting

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Onto today's lip-smackin' episode from LITTLER GIRL BLUE ... where we pick up the pace, and then give chase ...

When amateur stripper/college coed Blue Wonder discovers the charity auction she's attending at the party run by her new boss Tolly Chill in his Hollywood Hills mansion is all about selling under-aged Romanian chickies, she tries to escape ... and gets chased by Tolly's security guards ...

But luckily for her, private eye Carrie Love, disguised as a caterer, is hot on her trail ...

INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT

Blue fights back tears. Gulps down her fear.

She turns to Tolly. Tugs on his sleeve.

BLUE

I need to -- go to the ladies’ room.

TOLLY

Certainly.

(points)

You remember the way we came in?

The ladies is to the left.

BLUE

Okay, thanks.

She hurries off.

CARRIE

Sees her. Starts following, carefully. Slowly.

BLUE

Moves through the crowd.

Makes her way to the front.

Decides to go outside.

Approaches the front door.

TWO MUSCLED GUARDS in uniform with weapons stand sentry.

Blue smiles. Tries to move past them.

BLUE (CONT’D)

Excuse me --

STRANGE-LOOKING MUSCLED GUARD

I’m sorry, Miss.

No entrance or exit until after the auction.

UGLY MUSCLED GUARD

Paparazzi. You know.

Blue stares at them. Startled.

Something is wrong here.

BLUE

Oh. Okay.

(beat)

Where is the -- ladies’ room?

STRANGE-LOOKING MUSCLED GUARD

(points)

Over that way. Second door on the left.

BLUE

Thanks.

She dashes off.

Ugly pulls out a walkie-talkie.

UGLY MUSCLED GUARD

Boss. Your dame.

She’s getting antsy.

Tried to split.

(listens)

She went to the head.

(listens)

You got it.

He motions to someone.

Another GOON approaches.

We recognize him from the airport.

It’s Porkpie Hat.

PORKPIE HAT GOON

What’s up.

UGLY MUSCLED GUARD

Porkpie. Boss’ date tried to split.

She’s in the head.

Go get her and bring her back to him.

PORKPIE

Got it.

He moves toward the ladies’ room.

AT THE MAIN ENTRANCE

Carrie searches for Blue. Can’t find her.

IN THE BATHROOM

Blue goes into a stall. Closes the door.

Two EUROTRASH PLAYGIRLS walk in.

Go to the mirror.

Start fixing their faces.

Chattering excitedly.

Coked to the gills.

BLONDE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

Gero going to clean up tonight.

Four fresh, young virgins?

Right off boat? Hello? Is perfect gift.

BRUNETTE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

I was going to buy one, but Vlad said no.

They might have disease.

She pulls out a coke snifter.

HONKS a bump. Passes it Blonde.

BLONDE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

(takes it, SNORTS)

I told you.

Get girl from Thailand.

Much cheaper.

And orientals are more -- obedient.

BRUNETTE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

Obedient?

BLONDE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

Three inputs. No waiting.

They look at each other.

Erupt into MAD LAUGHTER.

IN THE STALL

Blue sits. Listening. HORRIFIED.

She stands. Adjusts her top.

PUSHES the door open --

And goes to the sink.

Grabs a towel.

Tries to dry her eyes.

BLONDE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL (CONT'D)

Oh, honey. What is wrong? Husband got outbid?

BLUE

That girl, on the stage -- was being SOLD.

BRUNETTE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

But of course. You not know what party this is?

BLONDE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

Do not feel bad.

These girls are orphans.

No one love them.

This way, they get to have nice home. Money.

(gestures)

They will have EVERYTHING.

BLUE

But she wasn’t more than -- sixteen.

She’s a CHILD.

BRUNETTE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

So vat?

I didn’t get out of Latvia until I was twenty.

She is LUCKY.

BLUE

You’re CRAZY.

You’re -- SICK.

This is DISGUSTING.

Blue LURCHES.

Doesn’t feel good.

RETCHES in the sink.

Blonde and Brunette LEAP BACK.

BLONDE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

Disgusting AMERICAN.

BRUNETTE EUROTRASH PLAYGIRL

Cannot hold LIQUOR.

And they dash out. Clucking. Snickering.

IN THE BALLROOM

Tolly watches the auction.

Looks at his watch.

IN THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM

Porkpie stands, waiting.

The door OPENS. Out comes Blue.

She sees him. Gets scared.

Starts RUNNING down the hall.

BUMPING into people.

He TAKES OFF after her.

BLUE

Opens a door half-way down the corridor.

DASHES in.

PORKPIE

Follows. SLAMS the door shut.

DOWN THE CORRIDOR

Stands Carrie. Watching.

She sees Blue

RACES toward the door.

Sore Thumb City

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Onto today's episode of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where things are starting to get REALLY interesting ...

Amateur stripper/college coed Blue Wonder has been taken to a swanky holiday party in the Hollywood hills by strip club manager Tolly Chill, where a charity auction is about to begin. The problem is, the items up for bidding are under-aged Romanian girls, and Blue really does indeed begin to wonder what's going on ...

Meanwhile, private eye Carrie Love has disguised herself as a caterer, and is following Blue's every move ...

EXT. MANSION - BACK YARD - AT THAT MOMENT

Carrie makes her way carefully through the foliage.

Emerges in the rear of the back yard. Scopes out the crowd.

CARRIE

I don’t fit the dress code. Sore thumb city.

A SNOOTY CATERER walks by in a black and white uniform.

Carrie follows him. Calls out.

CARRIE (CONT’D)

Hey. The boss sent me. Said you needed more people.

Snooty turns around. Looks at Carrie. Sniffs.

SNOOTY CATERER

Well, I see someone is getting less picky.

INT. MANSION - BALLROOM - AT THAT MOMENT

Tolly and Blue stand and talk to another group of people.

A great-looking PRO BASEBALL PLAYER flirts with Blue.

PRO BASEBALL PLAYER

Milk-fed -- from the Midwest?

BLUE

Chicago suburbs, yes -- how did you know?

PRO BASEBALL PLAYER

I’m from Milwaukee.

Can spot a free-range filly every time.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)

Even without performance-enhancing supplements?

Reveal GERO CHILLIOCA (60’s), a short, barrel-chested guy.

Hair in a white pompadour. Cigar. Suave. Sophisticated.

Criminal mastermind deluxe. And Tolly’s father.

GERO

Tolly, there you are.

(sees Blue)

And what have we HERE?

TOLLY

I told you, pop. Heaven sent us an angel.

GERO

(takes Blue’s hand)

Pleased to meet you, Miss Wonder.

Tolly’s told me alot about you.

BLUE

He has? He did? But we -- just met.

GERO

Ah, but great beauty travels fast.

The background music STOPS.

ACROSS THE ROOM

A MAN IN A TUXEDO

stands on a small platform behind a podium.

He leans into the microphone.

BANGS a small gavel.

AUCTIONEER

Ladies and gentlemen.

Your attention, please.

It is time for the auction to begin.

TOLLY

Takes Blue’s hand.

TOLLY

Follow me, my love.

He pulls her toward the front.

Gero turns to an ASSOCIATE.

GERO

She looks a lot like that other girl

he was dating, don’tcha think?

The one that -- disappeared?

ACROSS THE ROOM

We see Carrie.

Dressed as a caterer, holding a tray of drinks.

She scans the room. Looking for Blue.

ON THE STAGE

The auctioneer addresses the crowd,

now gathered in front of the stage.

A YOUNG GIRL (16) stands next to him,

elegant in Chanel. Simply beautiful.

Coiffed to perfection.

If you look really carefully,

you’ll recognize her as one of the hostages

we saw earlier in the plane.

CLOSE ON

The girl. Her eyes bright with frightened tears.

TUXEDO

Smiles. Takes her hand. Raises her arm.

AUCTIONEER

Ladies and gentlemen,

I’m pleased to introduce you to

Elena Markova from Romania.

You will be bidding on having the opportunity

to have dinner with her at Le Cirque,

followed by an evening at the opera.

And please don’t be shy about your bidding --

remember, all proceeds from this auction are going to charity.

So let’s get out those checkbooks and give, in the holiday spirit.

GERO

Nudges Swarthy. Chuckles.

GERO

Yeah. To me.

BLUE

Watches with Tolly.

Curious. Something’s a little -- off.

Maybe Carrie was right about him.

ELENA

Stands next to the auctioneer.

A tear runs down her cheek.

THE AUCTIONEER

Beams.

AUCTIONEER

The bidding will start at fifty-thousand dollars.

(BANGS the gavel)

Do I hear fifty-thousand dollars?

BLUE

Turns to Tolly.

BLUE

I need to go to the ladies’ room.

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Onto today's fresh, steaming joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where things are picking up steam.

Private eye Carrie Love gets a voicemail on her cell phone from her mother that her brother was just killed in a hit and run accident ... on Christmas Eve, no less ... but since she and her little bro didn't get along, she postpones dealing with it, and instead decides to follow her new client, amateur stripper/college coed Blue Wonder, who is in the company of Tolly Chill, the strip club manager, as something is just 'not right' about him ...

EXT. FANTASY ISLAND STRIP CLUB - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

A black SUPER-STRETCH LIMO sits idling.

The DRIVER gets out. Opens the rear door.

Stands at attention.

Nearby, Carrie sits in her ‘68 OLDSMOBILE DELTA 88 CONVERTIBLE.

Pulls out her cell phone. Checks her voice mail.

CARRIE’S MOTHER (V.O.)

Carrie, it’s your mother --

(gasps)

Tad -- was in a -- car accident,

a drunk driver hit him -- he, he --

(beat)

He’s dead, Carrie. Oh, my god -- he’s DEAD.

On CHRISTMAS. You have to come home, NOW.

Call me as soon as you get this message, okay?

Call me, RIGHT AWAY.

CLICK.

CARRIE

Shit.

TOLLY AND BLUE

Walk toward the limo. Get in.

Driver closes the door.

CARRIE

Turns the key in the ignition.

The V8 engine ROARS.

CARRIE (CONT’D)

You can choose your friends --

EXT. 10 FREEWAY - LIMO - MOVING - NIGHT

The super-stretch cruises east in the fast lane.

BEHIND THE LIMO

We see Carrie’s white whale tailing it, two cars back.

ANGLE ON --

Carrie. Driving. Cigarette dangling from her lip.

CARRIE (V.O.)

I had a funny feeling about Tolly Chill.

Something just wasn’t right.

So I decided to keep an eye on Little Girl Blue.

I always feel protective of youth and innocence.

Part of my code.

(beat)

I hadn’t spoken to my brother Tad in eight years.

Little fucker was a right-wing, born-again Christian.

Didn’t approve of my ‘lifestyle.’

That’s a good one, huh?

My YOUNGER BROTHER didn’t approve of --

(beat)

Sanctimonious little shit.

(beat)

My father and I had been on the outs for a long time.

We finally reconciled -- right before he died.

Told me that while we were in Splitsville,

he had made a fortune -- and that he was sorry,

but he had given all his money to his new wife --

and my brothers Tad and Seth.

That it was an irrevocable trust,

and he couldn’t change it.

My mother and I were left out in the cold.

(beat)

I told him it didn’t matter.

It wasn’t about the money.

I was just glad to have him back in my life.

Carrie FLICKS her cigarette into the night.

CARRIE (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Now, a few years later --

I gotta confess, it eats at me sometimes.

I’ve had to scratch and claw to survive in the world,

while my brothers have lived in the lap of luxury.

(beat)

They each got eight million.

My stepmother got fifteen.

And the house on the coast.

And the yacht. The condo in the Bahamas --

(beat)

I’ll call her tomorrow.

Tell her my battery was dead.

Takes a little time for me to fake grief.

Carrie pulls out a flask. Takes a long pull.

CARRIE (CONT’D)

What the fuck kinda name is Tolly Chill anyway?

Sure as hell isn’t one of the good guys.

EXT. LAUREL CANYON - MANSION - NIGHT

A swingin’ jazz version of some Christmas tune over --

A futuristic mansion at the top of Laurel Canyon.

A pool to the side of the joint juts out on stilts into the sky.

The skyline glitters down below. Clear. Crisp. Gorgeous.

A big party is in full-swing.

The landscape is dotted with GUESTS milling about.

Music plays on hidden loudspeakers.

Festive holiday decorations abound.

Christmas in Hollywood.

IN THE FRONT

The super-stretch pulls up to the VALETS.

One of them opens the door.

Tolly and Blue step out.

BLUE

This is -- amazing.

TOLLY

Welcome to paradise, baby.

Hot and cold running pleasure.

Deck the fucking halls.

(beat)

Excuse my French --

DOWN THE STREET

Carrie parks the Olds. Gets out. Starts walking.

INT. MANSION - BALLROOM - NIGHT

A groovy world beat throbs over --

A cavernous space, art-directed to death.

Glossy, outre environs.

The kinda joint you see in coffee table books.

Like the UN of swinging parties.

ROCK MUSICIANS, POLITICIANS, WEALTHY INDUSTRIALISTS,

HEDGE FUND HIPSTERS, PRO ATHLETES, FASHIONISTAS

mingle and chatter with cocktails.

Tolly leads Blue through the crowd, in a daze.

He stops in front of a group of guests in a small cluster.

TOLLY

Everybody, I’d like you to meet Blue.

She’s my honored guest this evening.

Ripe for the picking, and available to the highest bidder.

Talk about a stocking stuffer.

(off her look)

I’m KIDDING.

A bleached blonde ROCK STAR looks her over. Smiles.

BLEACHED BLONDE ROCK STAR

Hey, babe. Maybe later on we can shake our tail feathers.

Find some mistletoe.

BLUE

Ohmigod. I’m a -- big fan.

BLEACHED BLONDE ROCK STAR

That makes two of us.

I Run This Joint

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Onto today's joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where the plot not only thickens, it congeals.

Private eye Carrie Love and her new client, college coed/amateur stripper Blue Wonder toast to Carrie's helping Blue find out who killed her sister, but are interrupted by Tolly Chill, the manager of the strip club, who not only hires Blue after her disastrous audition, but also invites her to a party in the Hollywood Hills ...

INT. FANTASY ISLAND STRIP CLUB - BAR - NIGHT

Blue smiles at Carrie. They toast to their new working relationship.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)

There she is. The lovely Miss Blue.

TOLLY CHILL

Appears before them. Suave.

Eyes crinkled with satisfaction.

BLUE

Oh, hi.

TOLLY

I’m Tolly. I run this joint.

BLUE

OH. Nice to meet you.

(beat)

I’m so embarrassed --

He raises her hand to his lips.

Kisses it. Smiles.

TOLLY

Nonsense. You were wonderful.

In fact, I’d like to offer you a job. Dancing.

CARRIE

See? What did I tell you?

TOLLY

(ignores Carrie, to Blue)

I’m going to a little holiday soirée in the Hollywood Hills tonight --

and I’d love for you to accompany me.

BLUE

A party? In the Hollywood Hills?

TOLLY

Should be fun. Nice mix of people.

Movie stars, pro athletes, rock stars, politicians.

(smiles)

I’d be honored.

BLUE

Sure. I’d be honored.

TOLLY

Terrific. I have to go take care of some business in the back office.

Stay here, have a drink on me, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.

BLUE

Okay --

He bows. Turns, walks away. Carrie watches him.

BLUE (CONT’D)

Holy SHIT. A party in the Hollywood Hills.

CARRIE

There’s something -- off about him.

BLUE

Don’t be silly. He’s cute.

CARRIE

Just be careful.

BLUE

He seems like a complete gentlemen.

CARRIE

Sure. All guys who run strip clubs are 'complete gentlemen.'

BLUE

If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous.

Pause.

CARRIE

If you’re going to hire my services,

you’re going to have to trust my judgment.

(off her stare)

Look. I’ve been around the block.

There’s a lot of sharks in this town

that can make a meal out of a gal like you.

Just be careful, okay? Keep your eyes open.

BLUE

Okay.

CARRIE

Okay. And don’t be afraid to call me if anything gets -- weird.

Any time of the day or night.

Think of me like a big sister.

BLUE

I like that --

TOLLY

Appears. All smiles. Eyes flashing.

TOLLY

Are you ready to go?

BLUE

I need to go to the ladies room.

Be back in a sec.

She slides off her stool.

Grabs her purse.

Heads for the loo.

Tolly and Carrie appraise each other.

TOLLY

(watches her)

Gorgeous girl.

(turns, looks at Carrie)

So what’s your story?

CARRIE

(hands him her card)

Carrie Love, PI. A friend.

TOLLY

(reads the card)

It’s nice to see the young lady has --

people watching out for her.

(weird smile)

Can’t be too careful these days.

PUSH IN Carrie.

Finishing her drink.

CARRIE

Gotta watch out for those sharks.

(sips her beer)

Especially when you’re living in a fishbowl.

Fast, Cheap & Out Of Control

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Onto today's joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where things are starting to heat up.

First up, we meet a pair of sleazy thugs who accept delivery of under-aged white slaves at the airport ...

Meanwhile, private eye Carrie Love decides to help amateur dancer/college coed Blue Wonder find out who killed her stripper sister, Jonna ...

EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - NIGHT

A small PROPELLER AIRPLANE sits on the runway.

Like something out of an old movie. Does this thing really FLY?

A van is parked nearby. Two LARGE GOONS get out.

Walk over to the plane. The TALLER GOON,

wearing shades and a porkpie hat, pulls out his cell.

Punches a number.

PORKPIE HAT GOON

We’re here.

(listens)

Asshole. I told you to FEED them.

The airplane door opens.

Porkpie Hat looks at the SHORTER GOON,

who takes a sip from a flask.

PORKPIE HAT GOON (CONT'D)

We might have three instead of four.

FLASK GOON

Long flight. No peanuts.

A ramp is lowered from the open doorway.

The goons walk up.

INSIDE THE PLANE

FOUR UNDERAGED ROMANIAN GIRLS (15-16)

sit huddled on the floor in chains.

One of them has vomited all over herself.

A SKINNY CROATIAN MAN (40’s) looks at them.

Shakes his head.

SKINNY CROATIAN MAN

Not my fault. Boss said no more smack.

PORKPIE HAT GOON

I’ve got a rag in the van. C’mon, let’s move it.

Gotta big party tonight in the hills.

And Santa’s gotta deliver the presents.

INT. FANTASY ISLAND STRIP CLUB - AT THAT MOMENT

Blue sits at far end of the bar with Carrie.

She’s now wearing jeans and a belly shirt.

They sip bottles of beer.

BLUE

I’m so embarrassed.

CARRIE

Don’t be. You were great.

(beat)

Minor detail.

BLUE

But I fucking FELL.

CARRIE

Adds to your charm.

They’re gonna offer you a job.

Just you wait.

Pause.

BLUE

So -- you’re a private detective.

CARRIE

I am. But keep it under your hat.

I come here to do a Garbo.

(pulls out her card)

Here. Just in case --

BLUE

(takes it, reads)

Fast, Cheap & Out of Control?

CARRIE

Marketing gimmick.

(takes a swig)

And it gives Joe Average a hard-on.

BLUE

How much do you charge?

CARRIE

Too much.

(beat)

Are you in some kind of trouble?

BLUE

It’s -- about my sister.

CARRIE

Is she in trouble?

Pause.

BLUE

She -- died.

CARRIE

I’m sorry. What happened?

Blue looks around.

Makes sure no one is listening.

BLUE

They said she committed suicide.

But that’s not true.

She’d never do that. Never.

Jonna would NEVER do that.

No way.

(looks again)

She was a dancer here.

Jonna was trying to make it as an actress,

said this was just temporary,

that the money was great,

the people were nice,

and that she was making some great contacts.

(sips her beer)

She wrote me once a week.

Then the letters stopped.

My parents were contacted by the police,

they said she’d killed herself.

(angry)

But she DIDN’T. I KNOW she didn’t.

(hisses)

Someone KILLED her.

CARRIE

I’m -- sorry.

(beat)

I was wondering what a nice girl like you

was doing here on Christmas Eve.

BLUE

I’m on break from college.

My parents think I’m on campus studying.

They’re really upset with me.

(eyes tearing up)

I’m gonna find out who KILLED her.

Pause.

Carrie stares at her.

CARRIE

I’ll do it.

BLUE

But you said you were too expense --

CARRIE

I am. But I made a bundle on my last case.

Time for me to pay it forward.

You know, karma.

(smiles)

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap.

(beat)

Ho, ho, ho.

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Onto today's joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE ...

Wherein private eye Carrie Love takes in 'amateur night' at the Fantasy Island strip club, and watches the delicious, young Blue Wonder work the pole ...

INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT

Carrie and Blue sit at the bar.

The bartender places the beer and shot in front of Blue.

Carrie pulls out a money clip. Peels off a fifty. Tosses it.

CARRIE

Leave the bottle. Keep the change.

Bartender gives her a look.

Takes the bill. Glides away.

Carrie fills her shot glass.

Raises it in a toast.

Blue raises hers.

They CLINK.

CARRIE

Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.

They down them.

Grab their beers.

Take a swig. Smile.

BLUE

So -- you’re not a dancer --

CARRIE

(pours two more)

Hell, no. I’m a dick.

BLUE

A what?

Carrie does her shot.

Blue follows. Staring.

CARRIE

(pours two more)

Private dick.

You know, missing persons.

Cheating spouses. Serial killers.

Cat stuck in a tree. The usual.

BLUE

You’re a private detective?

The song ends.

The DJ’S Voice BOOMS over the sound system.

OILY DJ

Give it up for GOTHIKA, fellas.

Wasn’t she AMAZING?

A smattering of half-hearted applause.

CARRIE

(raises her shot)

To Gothika --

BLUE

Gothika.

They down them.

Carrie pours two more.

They toast.

CARRIE

Liquid courage.

Blue NODS.

They both SLAM THEM.

OILY DJ (O.C.)

Up next, we have the lovely MISS BLUE.

BLUE

Shit, that’s ME.

She hops off the stool.

Pulls a CD out of her bag.

BLUE

Wish me luck.

CARRIE

Luck has nothing to do with it.

Not with that chassis.

Blue grins. Turns to go.

Stops. Looks at Carrie.

BLUE

I’d like to talk to you about something.

You gonna stick around?

CARRIE

Consider me stuck.

Blue smiles.

Trots off toward the stage.

STANDING IN A DARK CORNER

Is TOLLY CHILL (27), dark-haired, smouldering good looks.

The manager, and the owner’s son.

Cock of the walk.

TOLLY

(watching the stage)

Fresh off the boat.

(chuckles)

Catch of the day.

MUSIC
EXPLODES.

The whip-cream, pussycat chainsaw-snarl

of Groove Coverage’s 21ST CENTURY DIGITAL GIRL.

ONSTAGE

Blue GRABS the pole.

Wraps a long, lean thigh around it.

Moves to the music.

She’s pretty good.

Looks awesome.

And scared to death.

She closes her eyes.

The alcohol starts doing its trick.

She relaxes. Starts getting into it.

Starts singing along.

BLUE

'I got breast implants, paid for by my boyfriends --

I got a Botox injection under my skin --

I only play with sex, but I don't let them in -- '

And suddenly Blue’s ON FIRE.

She WORKS it.

Undulates to the edge of the stage.

Dollar bills go FLYING.

A PIG-FACED SALESMAN

Licks his lips. Eyes big as saucers.

PIG-FACED SALESMAN

Yeah, honey -- GIVE IT UP.

BLUE

Twirls around.

Unhooks her halter top.

It FLIES off.

She grabs her breasts in her hands.

Starts flicking the nipples.

CARRIE

Watches from the bar.

CARRIE

She’s a natural.

BLUE

Goes to the pole.

LEAPS UP, GRABS it with her thighs.

Rides it like a horse. KICKS a leg out --

And she SLIPS, FALLS,

and HITS the floor with a CRACK.

She lies motionless.

Then JUMPS UP and RUNS off the stage.

AT THE BAR

The bartender leans over to Carrie.

Shakes his head.

BARTENDER

Another one bites the dust.

CARRIE

You’re just jealous cause you can’t have her.

BARTENDER

And you can?

CARRIE

Don’t look now, but Dr. Phil down there

needs another Harvey Wallbanger.

Jerry Garcia, Eat Your Heart Out

Happy Thursday, crime fucks. Are you looking for some cheap, tawdry thrills? A hardboiled kick in the ass? Then you've come to the right place, a world full of strippers, mobsters and freaky private eyes ... at That Killing Feeling.

Time for the start of a new story today, folks. You just read the first Carrie Love private eye joint, LEGS ... and now it's time to unveil the most recent one, written earlier this year ...

In LITTLE GIRL BLUE, Carrie 'meets cute' with Blue Wonder, a young girl who's sister Jonna was murdered. The cops say it was a suicide, but Blue knows that 'just ain't true.'

Problem is, Jonna was working as a stripper. So Blue ditches going home from college to her parent's house on Christmas Eve ...

To go undercover at her strip club.

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for a 'fucked-up Christmas' ...

Hope you enjoy.

EXT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT

The gut-kicking metal PUNCH

of The Cult’s LOVE REMOVAL MACHINE over --

Fantasy Island Gentleman’s Club.

About a mile from the beach on the outskirts of Santa Monica.

Not exactly in disrepair, but not fancy, either.

A meat and potatoes strip joint.

Parking lot a quarter-full on a Sunday night.

Sign reads ‘AmateUr NiGht’. ‘HApPy HolIdaze.’

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)

The ‘Gentleman’s club’ is an interesting phenomenon.

Men will pay hard-earned cash to go to a place

where they can see naked women.

Where they can look, but not touch.

And they’ll spend even more money for a private dance,

where they can get ‘up close and personal’ with a girl.

(beat)

But there’s still no touching allowed.

No contact whatsoever. It’s the ultimate tease.

A gentle torture. Erotic pleasure -- with no release.

No climax. No -- closure.

(beat)

Kinda like going to a restaurant and not being able to eat.

Or going to a whorehouse and not being able to --

(beat)

Never mind. You get the idea.

ANGLE ON --

A beat-up Dodge Dart Swinger convertible.

A YOUNG WOMAN sits behind the wheel.

Listening to the music on the car stereo.

Nodding her head, eyes closed.

PUNCHING her fists in the air.

Meet BLUE WONDER (20),

recent transplant from the Midwest.

Tall and gawky, a gazelle still on the cusp.

Long brown hair tied in a ponytail.

Studious-looking glasses.

Which clashes with her denim cutoffs and black vinyl halter top.

Not to mention the six-inch platforms.

ANGLE ON --

Her lovely tan legs move to the music.

ANGLE ON --

She takes off her glasses.

Puts them on the dashboard.

RIPS out her scrunchie.

SHAKES her hair like a wild woman.

BLUE

(sings)

'Scarlet woman, bought me a be-er --'

She stops. SHUTS OFF the music.

Looks in the rearview mirror.

BLUE (CONT’D)

I can’t do it.

What the hell was I thinking.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)

You dancing tonight?

A GOOD-LOOKING JOCK appears next to the car. Grinning.

BLUE

I was -- thinking about it.

GOOD-LOOKING JOCK

Better think harder.

You’ll win, no problem.

BLUE

You really think so?

GOOD-LOOKING JOCK

You’re not from around here, are you?

BLUE

It shows, huh.

INT. FANTASY ISLAND - MOMENTS LATER

Marilyn Manson’s THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, LOUD, over --

The club. Dark, with a bar running along one wall.

A handful of CUSTOMERS on stools.

A couple of DANCERS lounge at the end, chatting.

Christmas decorations look odd, out of place.

The BARTENDER cleans a glass, watching -

THE STAGE

On it, GOTHIKA (18), pale, skinny --

and, you guessed it --

totally goth, is working the pole.

Down to her black G-string.

Pierced nipple rings glistening in the pin-spot.

She looks great, if you like that death-warmed-over look.

But she’s jacked up on something -- speed, maybe PCP --

and it’s making her move more like a stormtrooper than a stripper.

Even the Santa hat doesn’t help.

THE FRONT DOOR

Opens. In walks Blue.

She’s made up her face.

Almost unrecognizable.

Painted, tarted-up.

And scared to death.

She walks over to the bar.

Tentative in platforms.

Sits precariously on a stool.

Bartender glides over. Pounces.

BARTENDER

Here for the contest?

BLUE

Uh -- yeah.

BARTENDER

Name your poison.

On the house.

BLUE

A Heinekin and a shot, please.

BARTENDER

Jack okay?

BLUE

Sure. Thanks.

He turns to get her drink.

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)

Woman after my own heart.

Blue turns, looks, sees --

CARRIE LOVE

On the stool next to her.

Rakish in jeans,

white t-shirt and motorcycle jacket.

Ponytail. Naughty red lips.

Bright blue eyes full of secrets.

What momma warned you about.

We recognize her voice from the opening voiceover.

CARRIE

Shot and a beer.

Simple. Perfect.

All-American.

BLUE

Uh -- yeah.

CARRIE

(offers hand to shake)

Carrie Love.

Just making small-talk.

I would imagine you’re a bit nervous.

BLUE

(takes it, shakes)

Hi. Yeah. Thanks. I’m -- Blue.

CARRIE

Blue?

I would have figured you for a Becky or a Susie.

Heather, maybe.

BLUE

Parents are old hippies.

Carrie raises her shot glass --

CARRIE

Jerry Garcia, eat your heart out.

And DOWNS it.