Friday, October 31, 2014

Rock The Casbah


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In Chapter 5 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, Gaga escapes from a horde of zombies in the hinterlands of New Jersey, and then finds safety with infected revolutionary leader Brick Cosmo. Meanwhile, Jool is not to happy with her uncle's plans to marry her off to a bloated, rich yuppie ...


EXT. NEW JERSEY - CITY STREET - NIGHT
Across the river, what once was a
bustling berg is now a burned-out shell.
In ruins. A deserted slum.

GAGA comes RUNNING down the street.
Pursued by the trio of zombies we saw earlier.

They start GAINING on her.
She turns, DUCKS down an alley.
and panting.

EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Gaga RUNS down the alley,
the zombies in hot pursuit.

She sees a door. YANKS it open.
RUNS inside. The zombies follow.

INT. ABANDONED RESTAURANT - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Gaga TEARS ASS through the kitchen,
GRABBING pots and pans and HURLING
them at the zombies.

But they BOUNCE off them and
CLANG onto the floor. She RUNS into --

INT. ABANDONED RESTAURANT - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Dark. Eerie. Chairs up on tables. Cobwebs.
Rats SCURRY about.

Gaga DASHES through the room.
JUMPS under a table and hides.

The zombies RACE into the room.
Stop. Look around. Sniffing.

The front door FLIES OPEN.
A tall, rugged GUY (40’s) walks in.

Dead ringer for Bruce Campbell.
He holds a giant ‘super-soaker’ squirt gun.
Meet BRICK COSMO, revolutionary warrior.

BRICK
Eat shit and MELT, mother-undead-FUCKERS.

He SPRAYS them with a brown liquid.
The zombies fall back, SCREAMING.

Their skin BUBBLES in a WHITE MIST.
They HIT the ground and DISSOLVE
into a gooey puddle of pulp and bones.

BRICK
Disgusting.

Brick puts his weapon down.
Steps around it.

BRICK
You can come out now.
The coast is clear.

GAGA (O.C.)
Who-who are you?

BRICK
Brick Cosmo, soldier in the
infected revolutionary army.
C’mon out. I won’t hurt you.
(sings)
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta --

Gaga comes out from under the table.
Sees the zombie puddle.

GAGA
Thanks --
(gulps)
How did you do that?

BRICK
(holds up the gun)
Believe it or not, gasoline.
Takes ‘em out faster than
you can say 'pay at the pump.'

GAGA
Why not just shoot them?

BRICK
We’re kinda low on bullets these days.

GAGA
You said -- infected revolutionary army?

BRICK
Yes, ma’am.
The revolution WON’T be televised --
but we’re still gonna kick ass.
(looks her over)
You must be a newbie. Wanna enlist?
We offer room, board and zombie protection.

GAGA
Yeah, sure. What do I need to do?

BRICK
Just follow me to our secret headquarters,
we’ll fill you in.

EXT. ABANDONED CITY STREET - NIGHT
Brick leads Gaga down the ruined avenue.

BRICK
Keep your eyes peeled.
These mofos can MOVE.

GAGA
So how many are there
in your revolutionary army?

BRICK
Now that you’re on board, six.
But that’s just our cell.
There’s TONS of us out here,
and we’re getting ready to
rock the fucking Casbah.

GAGA
What’s your plan?

BRICK
Ever seen Escape From New York?

GAGA
Yeah, sure. I love old movies.

BRICK
Well, it’s kinda the reverse --

INT. CARLING’S MANSION - BALLROOM - NIGHT
The crowd has thinned out.
Carling stands chatting with TATE CANYON (21).

Incredibly good-looking.
Natty in cool threads.

Oozing charisma.
Great with the ladies.
And a real mench.

CARLING
I don’t know where she is, Tate.
I haven’t seen her all night.

TATE
That’s a shame.
I’ve been dying to meet her.
Maybe another time --

CARLING
Would you please excuse me a moment?
I’ll be right back.

TATE
Of course.

Carling walks over to the bar
where Nin is getting a drink.

CARLING
Have you seen Jool?
I’ve been looking for her all evening.

NIN
(turns white)
No, I haven’t.

CARLING
You’re lying, Nin.
I can always tell.
Out with it.

NIN
She -- went out.

CARLING
Where did she go?

NIN
To a -- street fair.

CARLING
A street fair?
Where on EARTH is there a
street fair tonight?

NIN
Uh -- downtown.

CARLING
DOWNTOWN? She went DOWNTOWN?
Why on EARTH would she want to go THERE?

NIN
Carling, she’s young. Curious.
It’s only natural that she’d want
to see how other people live.
(beat)
Think of it like -- anthropology.

CARLING
But it’s not SAFE down there.

NIN
Nonsense. She took a cab. And her gun.

CARLING
(sees something)
Jool. There you are --

IN THE DOORWAY
Stands Jool.
Carrying her shoes in her hand.
Trying to sneak in quietly. Busted.

JOOL
Uncle Carling.

CARLING
Come over here.
There’s someone I want you to meet.

Jool walks over. Looks at Tate. Smiles blandly.

CARLING
I present to you my niece, Juliet.

JOOL
Jool.

TATE
You said she was a goddess --
(takes her hand, kisses it)
Did my heart love 'til now?
Forswear its sight -- for I never saw
true beauty until this night.

She pulls her hand away. NOT interested.

JOOL
I’m like, so sure.
Gag me with Bartlett's Quotations.

CARLING
(oblivious)
I’m sure the two of you are
going to be quite happy together.

JOOL
Excuse me?

CARLING
My dear, this is the man
you’re going to marry.

JOOL
I don’t understand.

CARLING
Tate is the heir to the Canyon dynasty.
You should be honored.
The Times named him one of the
'ten most eligible bachelors in the republic.'
(big smile)
Nothing but the best for my niece --

Jool stares at Carling.
Then Tate. Speechless. Then at Nin.
Who gives her a ‘it’s news to me’ look.

CARLING
My dear, are you feeling alright?
You look pale.

JOOL
On what planet do you expect me
to marry THAT yuppie gas-bag?
(to Tate)
No offense.

She turns on her heel, and quickly
MARCHES out of the room.

CARLING
What the -- ?
(calls after her)
You come back here THIS INSTANT,
young lady.

NIN
Calm down. I’ll go talk to her.

CARLING
Do that.

Nin nods. Rushes off.
Carling looks at Tate. Sighs.

CARLING
I’m dreadfully sorry.
I guess I should have briefed her.

PUSH IN on Tate’s face.
His look of disappointment.

TATE
Was it something I said?

Thursday, October 30, 2014

What Happens In Greenwich Village, Stays In Greenwich Village


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In Chapter 4 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, we meet downtown hipster Rommy Mont, who's checking out the street fair with his best friend, Merk, who reveals he's found a cure for the virus ... but when Rommy sees Jool wandering down the street, he only has eyes for her ...


EXT. GREENWICH VILLAGE - BLEECKER STREET - NIGHT
A STREET FAIR in full-swing.
Rows of booths and stalls filled
with food from around the world.

A ROCK BAND plays on a raised platform.
A throng of SMILING PARTIERS mill about.

CAMERA finds two YOUNG GUYS (17)
walking through the fair.
Deep in conversation.

YOUNG GUY
I’m not ready yet, Merk.
It’s too soon.

Meet ROMMY MONT.
Nice guy, but awkward. Shy.

Always deep in thought.
Looks wounded. Haunted.

One of those borderline types.
Could transcend ‘nerd’ --
if he’d only try.

Think Ryan Gosling.
Divided by Jessie Eisenberg.
With a dash of Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Dressed a bit too geeky in
pressed jeans and a sweater vest.
Longish hair in search of a style.

MERK
'Too soon?'
It’s been over a year.
You need to move on.
You’ve elevated the grieving
process into an art form.
You need to get laid, my good man.
(waves his hand at the throng)
I mean, look at this sea of female flesh.
All you need to do is dive in.

Meet MERK ROWE, Rommy’s best friend,
already pre-med. Smart. Funny.
The ultimate wing-man.

Tall and thin, with eyes
that twinkle with mischief.
Rakish in a vintage Ramones T.

ROMMY
I don’t see the point.
Why even try?
We’ll never get off this island,
and until there’s a cure for the virus --
(gestures)
You’re just setting yourself up
for disappointment.

MERK
(low)
Can you keep a secret?

ROMMY
What?

MERK
I was working at the school lab last night --
(looks around)
And I think I discovered something.

ROMMY
What?

MERK
A cure.

ROMMY
For the VIRUS?

MERK
Shhhh --
(beat)
Yeah. I just need to try it
on someone who’s infected.

ROMMY
You’re not shitting me?

MERK
I shit you not, my lord.

Rommy stops in his tracks.
Sees something. Stares.

MERK
This is the part where
you call me a genius.
(sees him staring)
What are you looking at?
(beat)
Hello, Earth to Rommy,
Earth to Rommy.
Come in, come in.
We’ve lost your signal.
(beat)
HELLO.

IN THE CROWD
We see JOOL, drifting down
the street toward them.

In complete delight with all the
sights, sounds and smells of the fair.

Taking pictures with her camera.
In her element.

She throws some money in a hat
in front of a STREET MUSICIAN.

Goes to a vendor.
Buys a bouquet flowers. Sniffs them.
Then buys a piece chocolate from another.
Eats it, savoring it.

MERK
Nudges Rommy.

MERK
Look. Someone dropped a
hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk.

ROMMY
(still staring)
That’s nice.

MERK
Okay. You just stand there like a robot,
and I’m gonna go get another beer.

He walks away, shaking his head.
Jool comes into view.

Sees Rommy gaping at her. Stops.
Looks at him. Fake-angry.

JOOL
Drool much?
Didn’t your mother teach you
it’s not polite to stare?

ROMMY
I’m -- sorry.

JOOL
It’s okay.
Just busting your chops.

He comes out of his trance.
Faint hint of a smile.

ROMMY
Color me busted.

JOOL
(offers hand to shake)
Jool.

ROMMY
(shakes)
Rommy. Nice to meet you.
(beat)
Pretty name.

They stop shaking.
But don’t let go.

If this were animated,
we’d see an electric spark CRACKLE.

JOOL
It’s short for Juliet,
but I HATE that name.
It’s so corny.
(beat)
Is Rommy short for -- Romeo?

ROMMY
Worse.
Short for Romulus.
Father’s a Trekkie.

They realize. Let go.
An awkward moment. Then --

ROMMY
So you’re, uh --
enjoying the street fair?

JOOL
Yeah, it’s AMAZING.
We don’t have them where I come from.
like another WORLD.

He looks at her expensive,
understated clothing. Realizes.

ROMMY
You’re -- from uptown?

JOOL
Yeah.
But I think I like it better downtown.

ROMMY
You’re a Kapp --

JOOL
Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.
What happens in Greenwich Village,
stays in Greenwich Village.

Pause.

ROMMY
You have -- the most beautiful eyes.

JOOL
(looks closely)
Yours are sad. Wounded.
Like you’ve been -
(beat)
I’m sorry. That was stupid.
I do that all the time.
I get too personal too quickly --
talk without thinking.
Some people say I talk too MUCH.
'Oh, look -- there’s Chatty Kathy.'

ROMMY
That’s okay. I like to talk.
I mean, talking’s good.
If people would just talk to each other,
the world would be a --
(beat)
Would you like to get some ice cream?
(beat)
Sit and talk?

JOOL
I’d like that.

She leans in.
Kisses him on the cheek.

Then pulls away.
Surveys the damage.

Rommy’s face flushes a deep red.

ROMMY
Wh-what was that for?

JOOL
Just curious.
(beat)
I’ve never seen a boy blush like that.

PUSH IN ON Rommy’s face.
Heart racing.

ROMMY
So, uh -- what’s your favorite flavor?

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Tough Toenails


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In Chapter 3 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, we meet Jool Kapp, upper east side heiress, who right now is imploring her nanny for permission to go downtown to Greenwich Village so she can mix with the 'common people.' Her goal? To check out her first street fair ...


INT. UPSTAIRS BEDROOM - NIGHT
Part of a lux suite of rooms
on an upper floor. Very grand.

Tasteful. Tons of books.
A big, old globe.

Old-school computer with a giant monitor.
A big record library.

Sitting on the bed is JOOL KAPP (17),
Carling’s niece.

Very pretty, but doesn’t work it.
No makeup. Hair in a tomboyish bob.

Smart. Feisty. Strong.
Tons of self-will.

Think a young Kate Hepburn.
With a dash of Ellen Page.

Rakish in slacks,
fitted jacket and boots.

JOOL
But I don’t want to go down there.
I can’t stand those people.
They’re all phonies.
My IQ goes down a point
every minute I’m around them.
All they care about is
money, class, privilege.
They have no conception about
what’s really important in life.

Standing nearby is NIN (40’s),
Jool’s nanny since childhood.

Smart. Sleek. Very Emma Peel.
Jool’s advisor. Confidant.

NIN
But your Uncle Carling
expects you to make an appearance.

JOOL
Tough toenails.
I’m just a trophy to him.
Something to show off.

NIN
Can’t you just humor him?

JOOL
No, I can’t.
I’m a person, Nin -- not a THING.
(off her look)
And I’m tired of being
cooped up in this mausoleum.
I feel trapped.
Like a bird in a gilded cage.
I want to GO OUT.
See the world. Explore.

NIN
Out? Where?
You know the streets aren’t safe.

JOOL
Fiddlesticks. I’m a big girl.
I can take of myself.

NIN
Oh, you can, can you.
And where do you plan on going?

JOOL
Downtown.

NIN
Why on earth would you
want to go downtown?

JOOL
There’s a big Tenth of October
street fair tonight,
totally old-school.
Food, drink, live music,
you know -- a street fair.

NIN
Ah, yes. I’ve read about those --

JOOL
I can take a cab
and have them wait for me.
It’ll totally be safe.
And I won’t stay long. I promise.
I just wanna see
regular people having FUN.
What’s so wrong about that?

NIN
Kind of like -- anthropology.

JOOL
Exactly. So can I go? Please?

NIN
You feel very strongly about this --
(beat)
Go. Have fun.
But be back by eleven, okay?

JOOL
YES. Thank you, Nin. THANK YOU.
(clasps her hands)
Omigod, I’m so excited I could plotz.

NIN
I expect a full report
when you get back.
(beat)
Oh. And don’t forget your gun.

JOOL
Of course not.

She walks over to her desk.
Opens a drawer.

Pulls out a SIG SAUER MOSQUITO.
RACKS out the clip. Checks it.

SHOVES it back in, CHINK.
Puts it her purse.

Looks at Nin.
Smiles brightly.

JOOL
Don’t leave home without it. --

EXT. FIFTH AVENUE - NIGHT
A PEDAL-RICKSHAW CAB cruises
south down Fifth Avenue,
giant mansions.

Airbrushed office buildings.
Tony boutiques.

We see other pedal-cabs,
and also tons of PEOPLE ON BICYCLES.

INT. RICKSHAW CAB - MOVING - NIGHT
Jool looks out the window,
full of anticipation.

THE RICKSHAW CAB
Gets to the border of midtown.
Starts passing through --

EXT. TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT
Once gentrified, the infamous avenue
has returned to it’s previous squalor.

All of the fancy stores and restaurants
are now home to peep shows,
strip clubs, bars and whore houses.

The Gap sign now reads THE GASH.
We see signs for CRATE AND ASSHOLE.
STARFUCKS. JAMBA COOZE. S&M’S. HOOTERS.

JOOL
Looks out the window.
Silently gasps at the motley crew
of STREET TRASH milling about.

THE RICKSHAW CAB
Continues on downtown.
The streets now lined with
ancient BROWNSTONES.

A STREET VENDOR hawks his wares.
The people look young, hip.

A bohemian kid plays a guitar
on the corner.

JOOL
Smiles. Likes what she sees.

JOOL
He’s cute --

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Drill, Baby, Drill


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In Chapter 2 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, in the not-to-distant future, zombie virus-infected high school student Gaga has to fend for herself in the hinterlands of New Jersey. We then see a news report about the zombie virus and how it's affecting the Republic of Manhattan. Meanwhile, on the right-wing upper east side, we travel to a tony mansion where a gloriously decadent party is underway ...


EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - ROOFTOP - DAY
A BLACK HELICOPTER sits on the roof.
Blades WHIRRING.

The troopers race out of the
rooftop exit with the body bags.

Load them onboard.
The copter TAKES OFF.

EXT. LOWER MANHATTAN - CHOPPER POV - DAY
We see the giant wall around the city.
The chopper flies over the Hudson river.

On the other side,
in what was New Jersey,
is now a series of burnt-out slums.

EXT. NEW JERSEY - BURNT-OUT WATERFRONT - STREET CORNER - DAY
In front of what was an apartment building,
now a pile of smouldering ruins,
a body bag lies on the sidewalk.

It ZIPS open.
Gaga crawls out.

Looks around.
Deserted. Huh.

GAGA
Not TOO scary --

A PACK OF ZOMBIES appear
down the street.
Hideously disfigured.

About half-way gone.
They SCREAM at her.

Gaga WHIPS her head
in their direction.

GAGA
Omigod, omigod, omigod --

She starts RUNNING --
and they CHASE AFTER HER.

INT. NEWS STUDIO - NIGHT
A GLOSSY, AIRBRUSHED ANCHORMAN
sits behind his desk with a
PERT, SMILING BLONDE ANCHORWOMAN.

SMILING BLOND ANCHORWOMAN
Drilling commenced in Harlem today,
where officials believe there might be
enough oil to keep government vehicles
in operation for another few years --
and for private citizens that can afford
one-hundred dollars a gallon.
(shakes her head)
I can remember when it was ten bucks --

GLOSSY, AIRBRUSHED ANCHORMAN
This just in.
The Department of Health Control
estimates that there still might be
thousand Infected-Americans
in the republic.
(looks at Smiling)
I don’t know about you,
but that reward money
is sure an incentive --

SMILING BLOND ANCHORWOMAN
Tell me about it.
I turned in my mother-in-law,
and it paid for my vacation
to Central Park.

They both laugh.
Glossy suddenly looks serious.

GLOSSY, AIRBRUSHED ANCHORMAN
In other news, tonight in Times Square,
another fight broke out
between the Monts and Kapps.
Fortunately, police officers arrived
and broke up the fight
before anyone was badly injured.

SMILING BLOND ANCHORWOMAN
Due to a recent rash of such incidents,
Republic of Manhattan president Don Gotti
has declared that anyone involved
in future acts of violence
will be shot on sight.

GLOSSY, AIRBRUSHED ANCHORMAN
I must say, Nobu --
it’s a sad state of affairs
to have this trouble on the eve
of the tenth of October weekend.
What a way to start celebrating
the birth our republic --

NOBU
Indeed, Brock --
(beat)
We now go to Paul David Brazill,
live at The Madison Square Coliseum,
where the Ultimate Extreme Gladiator
finals are just getting underway.
Tonight, it’s black vs. white
in a fight to the death.

BROCK
Again?

The look at each other.
Big smiles.

EXT. UPPER EAST SIDE - MANSION - NIGHT
A tony, upper-crust monstrosity
on upper Fifth Avenue.

Three stories of vulgarity.
Takes up the whole block.
Nothing succeeds like excess.

A line of stretch limos spill out
DIGNITARIES, CELEBRITIES and other
SUPER-RICH ASSHOLES who then
walk up the red carpet to the entrance
with their BODYGUARDS.

INT. MANSION - GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
Like something out of Versailles.
GUESTS mingle, take drinks and
finger sandwiches from SERVANTS.

Onstage, GREEN DAY plays for the crowd.
In their 60’s, they still rock.

CAMERA finds CARLING KAPP (50’),
scion of the family.

Distinguished good looks. Big smile.
You’d smile, too if you lived here.
He charms a group standing around him.

CARLING
My dear, Harlem HAD to be burned down.
We have BIG PLANS for the area.

ANOREXIC SOCIETY MATRON
Oh? And what exactly ARE your plans,
my dear Carling?

CARLING
A country club RESORT --
surrounding a LAKE.

BIG, FAT CAPITALIST PIG
Astounding, my dear boy.
And I assume membership
will be restricted?

CARLING
But of course --
(sips his champagne)
Of course, given that our
construction methods have become
rather medieval as of late,
it will take some time --

BIG, FAT CAPITALIST PIG
Quite. But first we have to
pillage all the OIL.

CARLING
(smiles, raises his glass)
Drill, baby, drill.

They all LAUGH.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Your Quarantine, Or Mine?


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In Chapter 1 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, we travel to the year 2033, where after a zombie apocalypse, the island of Manhattan is now a quarantined Republic with a wall around it to keep the infected out ... where we visit a high school classroom, which right now is dealing with a virus that makes Ebola look like child's play ...


INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
Your standard public high school joint.
Pale puke walls.

A giant flat-screen monitor
hangs where the blackboard
would normally be.

The screen reads
THE REPUBLIC OF MANHATTAN.

A calendar on the wall reads 2033.
A flag on the wall has a series of
red, white and blue stripes.
No stars.

The TEACHER (30’s),
a hip-looking public radio kinda guy
is lecturing the class.
Sits on the front edge of his desk.

HIP-LOOKING TEACHER
The outbreak began in 2023
when the HIV virus mutated
into something stronger,
deadlier, the HIZ virus,
which also kills you slowly --
but doesn’t let you die.
Within six months,
the whole planet was infected --

A YOUNG HOTTIE in the back row
raises her hand. SNAPS gum.

YOUNG HOTTIE
Why don’t the zombies die, Mr. Domino?

MR. DOMINO
We don’t say 'zombies,' Seven.
That’s like using the N-word.
They prefer to be called
Infected-Americans --
(beat)
It mirrors the HIV virus.
The symptoms aren’t that bad
for the first six months,
but then sometime during
the next few months,
the infection becomes full-blown,
the person dies, and is reborn,
so to speak -- as a ravenous mutant.
(sighs)
But unfortunately, sometimes
it progress MUCH more quickly.

He PUNCHES a remote.
We now see a map of the
Republic on the screen.

It’s been divided into
northern and southern territories
with a neutral zone between them.

MR. DOMINO
Our founding fathers erected a wall
around the island to stem the outbreak,
and christened the new land
The Republic of Manhattan.
But there was a power struggle for control --
so it was decided that the Kapp family
would control the Northern half of the republic --
and the Mont family the southern half --
with Times Square becoming a
neutral zone between the two --

SEVEN
Separate but equal --

MR. DOMINO
Ten points for Seven.
(beat)
The Monts and Kapps have
existed peacefully together for years,
but they’re now at odds over a
controversial piece of legislation
that the Kapps have been trying to pass --
the 'shoot on sight' bill.

WISE-ASS KID
I saw that on the news.
They want to kill anyone who’s infected.

MR. DOMINO
What do you think about that?
Is it fair?

WISE-ASS KID
Who gives a shit about FAIR?
I say kill the fuckers.
I don’t wanna get infected --

MR. DOMINO
But what about human rights?
Why not just quarantine them
while we look for a cure?

A SICK-LOOKING GIRL sitting
next to Seven rubs her nose.
HACKS a horrible-sounding COUGH.

SEVEN
Ew. Don’t you DARE
fucking cough on me, FREAK.

MR. DOMINO
Are you feeling okay, Gaga?
Would you like to go see the nurse?

GAGA
I’m fine, Mr. Domino.
I’m just --

She suddenly PROJECTILE VOMITS
a geyser of RED-BROWN PUKE
all over Seven, who starts SCREAMING.

The classroom door EXPLODES off its hinges,
and a dozen PARAMILITARY TROOPS
in black Hazmat suits with assault rifles
STAMPEDES into the room.

One of them, the LEADER
goes up to Mr. Domino.
Points his rifle at the students.

PARAMILITARY LEADER
NOBODY MOVE.
This in an INFECTED AREA.

Two troopers GRAB Gaga.
her into a body bag.

Carry her away, SCREAMING.
more GRAB Seven,
now covered in puke, also SCREAMING.

SEVEN
Let me GO, let me GO --
I didn’t DO ANYTHING.

A trooper runs a hand-held
over her body.

Takes a reading. Nods.
Looks at Leader.

SCANNER TROOPER
Negative, sir.

PARAMILITARY LEADER
Take her in for testing.
We need to be sure --

SEVEN
TESTING? What kinda TESTING?

A pair of troopers stuff her
into a body bag,
kicking and screaming.
Then haul her away.

Another trooper takes a reading
of the chair Gaga was sitting in.
Turns, looks at Leader.

TROOPER
Infection level four, sir.

PARAMILITARY LEADER
Quarantine the room.

MR. DOMINO
Wait a minute,
you can’t do that --

Paramilitary WHIPS out a syringe.
Jabs it in Mr. Domino’s neck.
He falls to the floor, THWUMP.

PARAMILITARY LEADER
Sleep tight, and don’t let
The Bill Of Rights bite, professor --

Scanner Trooper turns
and looks at Leader.

SCANNER TROOPER
What’s The Bill Of Rights?

PARAMILITARY LEADER
Ancient history, soldier --

Friday, October 24, 2014

Like Thelma And Louise


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In the final chapter of BLUE HOTEL, Alona and Holly go mano-a-mano with the cops on the roof of the Starlight Hotel, after which only one person survives ...


EXT. STARLIGHT HOTEL - ROOF - NIGHT
Alona holds Holly in her arms,
as wave after wave of pleasure
washes over her like
ripples in the ocean.

Finally finding release.
Trembling, climaxing over and over,
again and again.

HOLLY
I almost can’t TAKE IT --
It’s SO GOOD.

DANETTE (O.C.)
DON’T MOVE. THIS IS THE POLICE.

DANETTE AND BERNIE
Stand near the ladder, on the roof.
Weapons drawn.

ALONA AND HOLLY
Stare at them. Freaked.
Alona grabs her top. Covers up.

ALONA
Don’t shoot, DON’T SHOOT.

DANETTE
I want both of you to get up
very slowly and put your clothes on.

Alona stands.
Carefully steps into her skirt.

Holly gets up.
Turns her head.
Stares off into space.

DANETTE
Ms. Land, please
put your clothes on.

ALONA
Holly, get dressed.
It’s over.

HOLLY
(to the cops)
She’s not the killer.
I am.
(to Alona)
I’m bad, Alona.
I tried to tell you.

She turns.
Steps up onto the ledge.
Sways in the hot wind.

ALONA
HOLLY.

DANETTE
Ms. Land, please step away
from the ledge.

HOLLY
(to Alona)
I killed a guy at school
who date-raped me --
(beat)
And I liked it.
(beat)
And that -- scared me.
(beat)
Also kinda fucked up my sex life.
(beat)
Until now, with you --
(looks at the cops)
Of course, now that’s over.

She looks down. Shivers.
Alona steps onto the ledge.

BERNIE
Both of you, get down off there.
Nothing’s worth dying for.

ALONA
(takes Holly’s hand)
Holly, please.
Don’t go.
Stay with me.

HOLLY
Where?
In PRISON?

Alona closes her eyes.
Shudders.

Danette holsters her gun.
Starts slowly creeping toward them.
Bernie watches.

HOLLY
Come with me.
We’ll be like Thelma and Louise.
Go out in a blaze of glory.

ALONA
(opens her eyes)
That would be nice --
(off Holly’s smile)
But I wanna LIVE.

And she YANKS Holly
back onto to the roof.

The movement causes Alona
to PLOW into Danette,
knocking them both over.

DANETTE
HEY!

Bernie draws his piece.
Holly JUMPS off the ledge,
GRABS his gun.

SHOOTS him in the head, BANG.
He falls over, THWUMP.

Danette WHIPS OUT her Glock,
but Holly’s too fast,
and SHOOTS her, BANG.

She hits the ground, THWUMP.
Shot in the heart.

Alona gets up slowly.
Exhales.

ALONA
Holy shit.
(wide-eyed)
Nice -- shooting.

An evil pout flickers
across Holly’s lips.

HOLLY
You tried to trick me.
We were gonna be SOULMATES,
and you RUINED IT.

She raises her gun.
Takes aim.

ALONA
No, wait -- Holly, PLEASE.
Don’t shoot.

HOLLY
Check-out time.

She SHOOTS Alona.
BANG. BANG. BANG.

Her body HITS the rooftop
with a dull THUD.
Lights out.

PUSH IN ON Holly’s face.
A tear streams down her cheek.

HOLLY
Told you I was bad --

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Up On The Roof


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In the next-to-last chapter of BLUE HOTEL, Holly and Alona make love on the roof of the hotel in the moonlight ... while the cops find the dead bodies in Alona's room, and continue their search for them ...


INT. STARLIGHT HOTEL - CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Bernie and Danette stand
in front of Alona’s door.

DANETTE
This is the hooker’s room, right?

Bernie checks his notepad.

BERNIE
Alona Tal.
Twenty-three.
This is it.

Danette nods.
KNOCKS-KNOCKS-KNOCKS.

DANETTE
Ms. Tal?
This is the police.
Please open the door.
We want to ask you some questions.
(beat)
ALONA TAL, this is the POLICE.
Open the door, NOW.
(listens, to Bernie)
Maybe she’s not there.

BERNIE
Guy at the desk said
she hasn’t left.

Danette pulls out her gun.
Nods at Bernie.

Bernie nods.
Unholsters his piece.
Raises it --

And BANG, KICKS the door down.
They BURST into the room.

EXT. STARLIGHT HOTEL - ROOF - AT THAT MOMENT
Alona and Holly lie naked
on the tar-papered roof.

Making love in the moonlight.
Alona has her hand
between Holly’s legs.

Holly bucking slowly
like a simmering bronco.

HOLLY
Uhhh --

ALONA
(kissing her neck)
I knew it would be
amazing with you.

HOLLY
(gasps)
I’ve never -- felt like this before.

INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
The closet door is open.
Beggar’s wrapped-up body
has fallen onto the floor.

Danette goes to the bed.
Looks under it.

Finds Oscar’s body.
Her jaw DROPS.

DANETTE
SHIT.
(to someone off-camera)
There’s another one
under the BED.

BERNIE (O.C.)
Jesus fucking CHRIST.

He shuffles into the room.
White as a ghost.

BERNIE
Two more in the bathroom.
One of them half-cut
into pieces and bagged.

DANETTE
Is one of them the hooker?

BERNIE
No. Both guys.

DANETTE
So Alona and Holly
must be friends.

BERNIE
Roger that.

Danette pulls out her radio.
CLICKS it on.

DANETTE
Hello, dispatch?
This is officer Day,
Venice Beach substation.
We’ve got a ten-fifty-five
at the Starlight Hotel
on the boardwalk.
Send all available units.
(listens)
Four bodies.
Send as many evidence techs
as you’ve got.
(listens)
You don’t want to know.
It’s a real horror show. Over.

She holsters her radio.

BERNIE
So where you think they went?

A woman’s voice
CRIES OUT in ecstacy.

A ROAR of blood-curdling
animal passion.

HOLLY (O.C.)
OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD-YESSS!

BERNIE
They’re up on
the fucking roof.

HOLLY
And they’re fucking
up on the roof.

Danette dashes over to the window.
Starts climbing out
on the fire escape.

Bernie follows --