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Onto today's joint from BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES, where the going gets tough ... and the tough get going ...
First up, we meet police detective Bernie Keko, now on the scene with officer Danette Day, investigating the mysterious string of murders on this hot, sultry night in Venice Beach. Meanwhile, at the sleazy hotel, hooker Alona Tal and drug dealer Beggar Leck do a few lines of coke before they start cutting up the dead body ...
EXT. MARKET STREET - LUXURY CONDO BUILDING - NIGHT
The scene is swarming with POLICE CRUISERS, COPS, CRIME SCENE TECHS.
A small crowd of ONLOOKERS stand behind yellow tape.
A NEWS CREW VAN pulls up to the curb.
Danette and Kenny walk over to an
ANGRY HOMICIDE DETECTIVE (40’s),
burly, gone to seed.
Meet BERNIE KEKO.
Sipping a cup of designer coffee.
Unlit cigar stuck in his mouth.
Officer Day. We meet again.
Stuff it, Keko.
I heard there’s a security tape.
I want to see it.
Sorry, doll. It’s my case now.
I know this nabe like the back of my hand.
You NEED my help on this one.
Just fucking with you.
Come on inside.
Building manager’s office.
You can even bring John Boy.
You just love to see me squirm, don’t you?
Like old times, huh?
Who’s John boy?
INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Beggar sits on the couch.
Chops up lines of coke on the coffee table.
Gill and Lief sit on either side of him.
We’re NOT cutting up the body.
I say we sneak him out into the back alley
and drive off somewhere and get rid of it.
But not in my car.
The cops might’ve seen it leaving Lief’s condo.
But you’re the only one of us that HAS a car.
Holly sits on the bed, next to Alona.
Sips her drink.
We could take him out to the ocean.
Let the tide take him away.
He’s too big, Holly.
How are we gonna drag him all the way
to the shore without being seen?
Unless he’s in little bite-sized chunks.
SNORTS up a line.
Hands the rolled up bill to Gill.
He shakes his head ‘no.’
Lief GRABS it.
Thanks. Gotta clear my head.
(SNORTS a line, shakes his head)
Damn, that’s good shit.
Stairway to fucking HEAVEN.
(SNORTS another, sings)
'There’s a lady whose sure all that glitters is gold -- '
Gill looks at Lief.
The manic, happy gleam in his eyes.
Can I get a -- bustle in my hedgerow?