Happy Hump Day, crime humpster-fuckers. Get ready to take a trip to the dark side, where your most depraved fantasies become sins of the flesh ... where the hardboiled pulp is served cold ... at That Killing Feeling.
Onto today's steaming slab of noir from BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES ...
Things have from bad to worse for our friends at the Starlight Hotel on the Venice Boardwalk. Hooker Alona Tal, drug dealer Beggar Leck and boozy screenwriter Holly Land have just discovered that it will cost them 5 grand to get rid of the dead body in the room ... so they start counting their money, and start plotting on how to get enough scratch to do the dirty deed ...
EXT. STARLIGHT HOTEL - PARK BENCH - NIGHT
Feo sits on the bench. Watching the commotion at the crime scene.
Starts flipping through websites on his BlackBerry.
Maybe I can find something about it --
ON THE PHONE
We see the robbery at Davey Jones’ Liquor Locker
unfolding in grainy black and white.
And there’s our plucky little killer, Holly --
blowing gang-banger’s brains out.
Stares at the screen.
I just SAW her somewhere.
Gill walks up to the bench carrying a suitcase.
Gestures toward the news vans,
the cops, the onlookers.
What’s going on over there?
Liquor store holdup.
Why all the media?
Three people were killed.
Two robbers and the clerk.
(looks at the screen)
What I can’t figure is how the girl was involved.
These guys were serious gang-bangers,
and she looks like Tori Amos.
INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Beggar shuts off his phone.
Looks at Alona and Holly,
sitting on the bed together.
Sipping vodka in their plastic cups.
It’s all set. Vlad’ll be here at five AM.
Problem is, he wants five grand to take care of it.
We don’t have that kind of scratch.
How much do you have?
I’ve got a couple hundred saved,
but that’s for an emergency.
What the fuck do you think THIS is?
Alright, alright. Don’t get your speedo in a bind.
She gets up goes to the desk.
Opens up a drawer.
Takes out a book. Opens it.
We see it’s hollowed-out.
She pulls out a wad of cash.
Starts counting it.
What about you?
How much do you have?
I don’t know -- about fifty bucks?
I don’t get paid at the book store
until day after tomorrow --
Well, you better figure out how to get more,
because YOU got us into this mess.
Alona finishes counting.
SLAPS the money in Beggar’s hand.
Three hundred and twenty-six bucks, bucko.
Don’t spend it all in one place.
Okay, so with Gidget’s fifty bucks,
we’re close to four hundred --
He takes out his wallet.
Counts his money.
I’ve got hundred and ten --
Wait a minute.
I’m freaking out, I’m not thinking.
I just got a bag of blow to sell.
I’ll make some calls --
Yeah. There’s that yuppie lawyer asshole in Santa Monica --
(looks at Holly)
And if Gidget here can dig up some more,
we might be okay.
How am I supposed to get more money?
Lay off her, Beggar. She’s just a kid.
I can turn a couple of tricks --
A soft KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK at the door.
They all look at each other, scared.