Onto today's joint from LEGS, where things are about to explode ...
Lipstick lesbian private eye Carrie Love, along with her ex-husband, homicide dick Bernie Keko arrive at the estate of demented snuff filmmaker Klaus Speer to question him ... but don't realize that they're walking right into a trap ...
EXT. MAIN HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT
Carrie and Keko in the doorway.
She opens her bomber jacket.
Adjusts the Glock in her belt. Keko rings the bell.
CAMERA pulls back to reveal --
A video camera above them, red light blinking.
That gold Jaguar is hers.
Let me do the talking.
You're too emotionally involved.
What if he recognizes me?
It'll look suspicious if I don't --
The door opens. It’s Klaus.
No sign of recognition.
How may I help you?
Did you get lost?
These hills can be very tricky.
Are you Klaus Speer?
Last time I looked, yes.
I'm detective Keko, Santa Monica homicide.
(flashes badge, indicates Carrie)
This is my partner, Detective Love.
We'd like to ask you a few routine questions.
Can we come in and talk to you for a few minutes?
Of course, please, come in.
Anything to assist law enforcement.
I believe in good citizenship.
ON A VIDEO MONITOR
in black and white, Carrie and Keko stand in the foyer.
It's the chick-dick and the cop.
Two dicks for the price of one.
Weapons CLICK-CLICK. CLICK-CLICK.
INT. KLAUS' LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Museum furniture. Sexual art, photography everywhere.
A view of the city below. Carrie looks out the window.
Nice -- place you got here.
It stirs the creative juices.
Please, have a seat,
make yourselves comfortable.
Can I get you something?
Coffee, tea, a glass of wine perhaps?
I'd love a glass of water, thanks.
I'd love a glass of wine. Please.
Klaus raises an eyebrow. Keko glares at Carrie.
A woman after my own taste. White or red?
White, please. Thank you.
(as he leaves)
Your vice is my command.
A glass of wine, Carrie?
What the fuck do you think you're --
Bernie, chill. I'm just buying us a little time.
A cork POPS in the next room.
INT. KLAUS’ KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Klaus pours wine. Talks on his hands-free cell.
SPLIT SCREEN WITH:
INT. PRODUCTION STUDIO - CONTINUOUS
Felina wears a headset. Fixes her face. Fresh red lips.
But what about my fiery love scene --
the Joan of Arc thing?
There's been a change of plan.
A new storyboard.
We're gonna do JOHN of Arc instead.
We have to. He knows something.
But what about my screen kiss? You promised.
Of course, of course.
You come down first, play with your little mouse.
Have her say cheese for the camera.
Tell the boys to make their entrance in five minutes.
We've made a better mousetrap.