Onto today's action-packed joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where private eye Carrie Love is right now in the middle of defending her family against a home invasion on Christmas Eve ...
INT. BEVERLY HILLS MANSION - UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Glass SHATTERS. A big THUD. CRASHING noises behind the door.
Bernie, Carrie and Eva exchange horrified looks.
Oh my GOD.
And they’re in MY ROOM.
Carrie CLICKS the safety on her Glock.
Moves to the left of the door.
Signals to be quiet.
Bernie SHOVES a clip in his Baretta.
Moves to right side.
(whispers to Eva)
Go down the hall, around the corner.
Wait for us.
(CRACKS the rifle bolt)
Screw that. I’ll cover you.
She opens the door across from them. Goes in the room.
Closes it until all we see is the barrel of her rifle.
IN THE STUDY
Seth and Blue pull apart.
What the FUCK was that?
Someone’s trying to get in.
They grab their guns.
Seth goes to the door. Listens.
Carrie leans toward the door.
We know you’re IN THERE.
Come out with your HANDS UP
and we won’t KILL you.
We’ve got you SURROUNDED.
You’ll never make it out of here ALIVE.
INT. CARRIE’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Still as it was when Carrie was a teenager.
Mick and Aldo stand in the middle of the room.
Guns aimed at the door. They exchange looks.
They start FIRING at the door.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
EXT. MANSION - BACK YARD - CONTINUOUS
Tolly and Porkpie look up at the window. Hear the firing.
No finesse -- no stealth.
Just go in blasting.
You want something done right,
you gotta do it yourself. C’mon.
He starts climbing up the ladder.
Porkpie follows him.
IN THE HALLWAY
Carrie and Bernie watch the door get BLOWN TO BITS.
Chunks of wood go FLYING.
They both LEAN IN, start FIRING.
IN THE BEDROOM
Mick gets SHOT in the LEG.
SCREAMS in pain.
He goes to the bureau.
Start SHOVING it toward the doorway.
C’mon, HELP ME.
Aldo races over, starts PUSHING it with him.
They wrestle it in front of the doorway.
Jesus fucking Christ.
He didn’t say nothing about them having GUNS.
The private dick, remember?
Yeah, but who’s the GUY?
Hell if I know.
IN THE HALLWAY
Carrie peers around the doorway.
They’ve blocked it with the dresser.
That’s fucking weird.
Normally WE’D be trying to keep them OUT
while they try to come IN.
They didn’t know what they were up against.
Yeah. The dysfunctional family picnic.