Ah, Sunday. A day to atone for your sins. Because after a long, hard week of assassinating terrorists, fighting black ops agents, decoding classified information, and scaling really tall buildings, a gal needs to unwind a bit ... when she has THAT KILLING FEELING ...
Screened a real hum-dinger last night. THE HOT SPOT, directed by Denis Hopper, with probably the hottest screen love triangle I've ever seen ... Don Johnson, Virginia Madsen and Jennifer Connelly. A tale of lust, murder, bank robbery and sleazy, backwater rivalries. The story takes a while to get going, but when it does, look out. And did I mention the sexual shenanigans? Holy shit. Had to take a cold shower before bed. Check this one out if you haven't seen it before. Adapted from a modern noir novel ... a sleeper classic. Two cowboy hats up ...
Onto today's joint from NOWHERE GIRL, where things are heating up, and about to explode ...
In part 1, Cherry and Peeler take refuge from the rain, and she attends to his wounds,
In part 2, Bel Air Security arrives at the mansion where the terrorists are holding the home owners hostage, and
In part 3, in the mansion, the terrorists are having a little ... fun ... with the wife ...
INT. POOL HOUSE - NIGHT
Cozy. Very hunting lodge.
Fireplace. Stocked bar.
Cherry and Peeler enter the room.
She guides Peeler over to the couch.
He PLOPS down.
Cherry goes to the heater. Turns it on.
We’ll get warmed up in a jiffy.
Better leave the lights off.
She find some towels.
THROWS it at Peeler.
They dry themselves.
She notices the bar.
A little brandy should do the trick.
Then let’s take a look at your foot.
She pours two snifters.
Takes them to the couch. Sits.
(hands one to Peeler)
Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.
(takes a sip)
Listen to that rain.
She leans over.
Kisses him on the cheek.
What was that for?
ANGLE ON --
Cherry’s hand grabs the end of the rusty nail.
YELLS out in pain.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
The squad car makes its way down the long, long driveway.
INT. SECURITY SQUAD CAR - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
The guys check out the lux digs.
Shit, look at this joint.
It’s bigger than my high school.
Hurry up and park.
I gotta take a piss.
INT. MANSION - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Unbelievably opulent. Huge. With a giant circular bed.
Trophy’s wrists have been tied to the bedposts with rope.
Hamad is on top of her, slowly humping away.
Her face is streaked with tears.
Eyes closed, softly whimpering.
American pussy --
Smells like STRAWBERRIES.
Downstairs, the doorbell RINGS.
He moves faster, really goes at it.
You need to MOVE HIPS.
He SLAPS her.
She CRIES out.
Starts humping him.
That’s more LIKE it.
Kamal comes to the door.
Averts his eyes.
Hamad keeps humping,
reaching his crescendo.
Ah -- ah -- ah --
HAMAD. Sorry to interrupt, but --
Hamad COMES like a bull on steroids.
ROARS like a tiger.
Fuck AMERICAN PUSSY!
The doorbell RINGS again.
There is someone at the door.
What should we do?
Hamad gets off Trophy Wife.
Pads over to Kamal.
Let them in.
Take husband with you.
Tell him we hurt wife unless he cooperates.
How was she?
No pubic hair.
But incredible turn-on.