It's Saturday, a day to play in the sun. Get your beach groove goin.' Or, if you're like me, a day to crawl deep, down into the subterranean world of fast cars, faster chicks, and hot and cold lead pumping in your veins. Welcome to That Killing Feeling. I have a feeling you might just like it ...
Like I said, it's Saturday, and I'm late getting this blog post up today. Been out in the sun on my bike, and it's hard to get going. Gonna make this brief, as I've got an unfinished scene from the current screenplay staring at me in the face. This is where I normally review the film I saw last night, but since it was Arnold Schwartzenegger in PREDATOR (a moment of weakness in the Netflix queue .. had meant to move this one back, and forgot.) It was okay, but it hasn't aged that well, but it was still mindless fun. Dialogue a bit corny -- Arnold throws a knife at someone -- it sticks in a tree, and he says 'stick around.' Har har. Suprisingly low-tech. 'Consider this a divorce.'
Onto today's joint from WILSHIRE BOULEVARD, and it's a corker. It's a short one, but a good 'un. Homicide detective Bernie Keko is at the crime scene where Roland Yavo's dead body was found ... and he gets into a little 'roughhousing' with his new partner Aya Meir. Ah, the battle of the sexes ...
INT. HOTEL CALIFORNIA - ROOM 24 - NIGHT
A swarm of CRIME SCENE TECHNICIANS swarm around the room.
Taking pictures. Dusting for prints. Gathering evidence.
Bernie inspects Yavo’s body lying on a gurney.
No way this was self-inflicted. Not a suicide.
(points at chalk outline)
Look at the way he fell.
Body position is relaxed.
There was no struggle.
He knew the shooter.
An ANGRY CORONER'S OFFICE TECH
starts to zip up the body bag.
ANGRY CORONER TECH
Enough show and tell.
We gotta get him downtown.
The DA is on fire about this one.
What kind of prints you get, Muller?
(looks up from his work)
Oh, only a couple hundred.
Love these hotel room jobs.
Let me know if you find any belonging to Carrie Love.
Carrie Love? Wasn’t she that homicide dick
that was thrown off the force --
ZIP it, she was my PARTNER.
At work or at home?
Uh -- both.
Well, that sure as hell explains a lot.
And what the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?
You not only shit where you eat,
you roll around in it.
Bernie GRABS her shoulders.
(SLAPS his hands away)
Get your HANDS OFF ME.
Aya GRABS him.
SPINS him around.
CRACKS him in a CHOKE-HOLD.
If you ever lay your hands on me again,
It’s the end of your family name, GOT IT?
She GRABS his crotch.
SQUEEZES, HARD --
And releases him with a flourish.
She STORMS OUT. Door SLAMS.
The room breaks into APPLAUSE.
Nice one, Keko.
(to the room)
Gentlemen, place your bets.
Methinks they’ll be screwing in --
ANGRY CORONER TECH
I give it two weeks.
EAGER EVIDENCE DETECTIVE
One week. If that.
PUSH IN ON Muller.
Holding up a bill.
Twenty bucks says tonight.