Onto today's joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where the plot not only thickens, it congeals ...
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, who are now in hot pursuit, as Carrie speeds over to her family's house ... but now she needs some help with the electronic ankle bracelet that Tolly put on Blue in order to track her ... so she calls her ex-husband/ex-partner Bernie Keko, who is more than a little pissed off ...
INT. GERO’S HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - STUDY - NIGHT
Tolly and Gero stand in the studio.
Tolly’s holding a hand-held GPS tracking device.
He looks at it. Squinting.
She hasn’t gotten that far.
How could you let her get away?
She was fucking tied up, Pop.
Bound and gagged, the whole deal.
I KNOW how to immobilize a hostage --
A KNOCK at the door.
Who the FUCK is it?
It’s me, boss.
Get your ass IN HERE.
The door opens.
In walks Porkpie.
Still can’t find her, sir.
That fucking detective helped her escape.
I know it. She followed me from the club.
Fucking bitch dissed me. I’ll show her.
You let a PRIVATE DICK follow you here? You IDIOT.
Get your stupid ass OUTTA HERE and go GET ‘EM.
Take Porkpie, and bring Aldo and Mick.
I’m on my way.
He goes to the door.
God help me, if you don’t get both of them,
there’s gonna be HELL to pay.
INT. CARRIE’S OLDS - MOVING - AT THAT MOMENT
Carrie drives like a maniac. She runs a red light. Cars HONK.
Do you have to drive so FAST?
I’m sorry, but my brother was killed in a hit and run,
my mother had a stroke, and my stepmother is on her way to visit --
and in my family, that’s the Axis of Evil.
Holy shit. I’m -- sorry.
So we’re -- going over there?
I’m sorry, but I have to. Just for a sec.
We still gotta figure out what to do about that ankle cuff.
That greasy chucklehead is gonna be on our tail pretty soon.
You don’t know how to get it off?
I wish I did, but I never --
WAIT a minute.
(grabs her cell, dials a number)
Bernie. It’s me.
EXT. BAY STREET - BUNGALOW - NIGHT
A few blocks from the beach in Santa Monica.
On a leafy street, a Craftsman bungalow divided into apartments.
INT. BERNIE’S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Clean, but spare. A MAN sits watching a football game
on the TV in a tiny living room.
Meet BERNIE KEKO (40’s), Carrie’s ex-partner.
And ex-husband. Rugged good looks.
A bit gone to seed. But still a player.
He cradles the phone under his chin.
Reaches for some popcorn.
I can’t talk right now, Carrie.
I’m watching the game.
(at the TV)
Go, GO, GO!
It’s an emergency.
Did someone DIE?
(at the TV)
C’mon ref, FOUL.
Yeah. My brother died,
my mother had a stroke, and --
I’m really sorry,
but what does that have to do with me?
As you might remember, we’re DIVORCED --
and it’s CHRISTMAS EVE.
(watches the TV)
Bernie, listen to me --
I wouldn’t bother you if it wasn’t an emergency.
I’ve got a client with me that was just KIDNAPPED,
and now that I’ve RESCUED her,
I’d like to take off the electronic ankle cuff
the bad guys put on her.
She’s twenty years old, Bernie. She’s a kid.
And she’s scared shitless.
Can you help me or not?
I’ve gotta visit the family,
and I’d rather not have a bunch of
white slave traffickers follow me there.
Never a dull moment when you’re around --
What model is it?
Hold on --
The cuff. Can you see who the manufacturer is?
Blue puts her foot up on the seat. Looks.
It says -- Hawk.
It’s a Hawk.
Does the department use that?
Hell if I know.
Just cut the fucker off.
Use some tin snips or something.
(at the TV)
Do you have tin snips?
I do, but --
I know. I know. I owe you one.
You owe me FIVE.
I’ll never bother you again. Promise.
PUSH IN ON Bernie. Royally pissed. He sighs.
What’s the address?