Before we get into today's installment from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, I'd like to fill you in a little bit of the history of this story.
As some of you have noticed, I specialize in hardboiled-pulp crime stories. Twisted, dark and DEPRAVED. I love to push the envelope, and try to take the viewer to places they haven't been before. And I'm making some headway. It looks like the Carrie Love story WILSHIRE BOULEVARD is about to be made into a minor motion picture.
But, about six months ago, before that got started, I decided to try something a little different, and decided to try my hand at something a little more 'commercial' ... and voila, we have LITTLE GIRL BLUE. At first I wasn't going to post this story here, because it's not as bloody, violent and evil as my usual work.
But then I thought, it DOES take place on Christmas Eve, and it IS that time of year, and perhaps some of my fans might get a kick out of seeing Carrie negotiate another mine field ...
So, do not fear, dear reader, because after this story is done, we will return to the usual twisted, fucked up universe that you've come to know and love. And that's a promise.
So let's return to our story, where private eye Carrie Love has just rescued would-be stripper/college coed Blue Wonder from the evil clutches of white slave trafficker Tolly Chill and his goons, has escaped to her mother's house, and has enlisted the aid of her ex-partner/ex-husband Bernie Keko ... when to her horror, she discovers that Tolly and the gang have just arrived on her doorstep ...
INT. MARGO’S MANSION - STUDY - NIGHT
The gang’s all here. Margo lies in her hospital bed near the fireplace.
Seth and Blue sit on a love seat, making goo-goo eyes.
Carrie, Blue and Bernie sit on the couch.
Well, if this isn’t the family reunion from hell.
Nice to see you, too Mom.
I don’t mean to be rude,
but we can only stay for a minute --
it’s kind on an emergency --
(nods at Bernie)
Why is HE here?
I thought you gave him the heave-ho.
We’re still friends.
He’s -- helping me.
Nice to see you again, Mrs. Love.
Call me Margo.
I haven’t been a 'Mrs. Love' in a long time.
Looks like you’ve put on some weight.
(looks at Blue)
Who’s the cupcake?
This is my client, Blue Wonder.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Sounds like a stripper.
But she looks -- too innocent.
Thanks. I try.
Seth smiles at Blue.
She smiles back.
You bring your -- cutting thing?
(pulls them out of his pocket)
What the hell are THOSE for?
Blue puts her foot on the coffee table.
Flashes a long, lean leg.
Seth almost has a heart attack.
Before Carrie rescued me --
the bad guys put this cuff on me.
Bernie’s gonna cut it off.
Well, hurry it up, then.
Then we’ll have some egg nog.
We can’t stay, Mom.
Bernie leans over Blue’s ankle.
Starts cutting off the band around the cuff.
It -- tickles.
The doorbell RINGS.
Who the hell could that be?
I’ll get it.
He starts for the door.
Carrie gets up.
Let me come with you.
(off his look)
Just in case.
EXT. MANSION - FRONT STEPS - NIGHT
Tolly and Porkpie stand in front of the door.
Mick and Aldo, behind them. Shivering in the cold.
Seth goes to the door.
Puts his hand on the knob.
Wait. Hold on a sec.
She goes to the peephole. Looks.
FISH EYE LENS POV
Tolly’s face. Distorted.
Grimacing from the cold.
Shit. It’s them.
We were, uh -- followed.
Shit, Carrie -- how COULD you?
The doorbell RINGS again.
Look -- I was rescuing Blue, you called,
told me Mom had a stroke,
I needed to meet Bernie somewhere
where he could cut off the cuff --
I thought the snow would slow them down.
Do you realize how FUCKED UP this is?
YES. Calm down.
Bernie and I here.
It’s gonna be okay.
How’s the security system?
Mom still have what Dad installed?
Yeah. You know how paranoid she is.
It’s like Fort Knox. Ever since the riots --
Hold on a sec.
And DON’T open the door.
Carrie races over to the powder room.
IN THE POWDER ROOM
She looks out the window.
Sees Tolly and the gang.
IN THE FOYER
Carrie walks over to Seth.
Okay, here’s the plan.
You call 911, I’ll go talk to the others.
It’s gonna be okay.
I’m gonna figure something out.
You’re gonna 'figure something out?'
I’ll protect you, I promise.
Go to the rec room,
activate the fail safe, call 911,
get mom’s rifles,
then meet me back in the den, okay?
It’s gonna be okay, I promise.
Have I ever steered you wrong?
You really want me to answer that?