Happy Monday, crime slicksters. Are you ready to take a trip to the dark side? A place where your darkest desires become sins of the flesh? Then come on over to ... That Killing Feeling.
Onto today's slice of hardboiled noir, courtesy of BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES.
When we last left hooker Alona Tal, drug dealer Beggar Leck, boozy screenwriter Holly Land and adulterous prep schoolteacher Gill Sherry, they were preparing to get rid of the dead body in Alona's hotel room ... when suddenly, they get interrupted ...
INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Beggar and Alona roll Lief’s body
up in the large, imitation Persian rug.
Holly sits on the bed, in a daze,
looks out the window,
drinking vodka out of the bottle.
A pile of BLOODY TOWELS sits by the wall.
We hear the sound of VOMITING in the bathroom.
The toilet FLUSHES.
Gill comes into the room,
white as a ghost.
I’m leaving. Going to Mexico.
Come with me, Alona. Please.
We can start a new life together.
Shut the fuck up, asshole.
Leave my woman alone.
I’m NOBODY’S woman.
What the fuck?
she’s NOBODY’S woman.
She’s a free spirit,
a bird, free to fly.
Come fly with me, my love.
Cut the crap, Gill.
We’ve got a situation here.
Yeah, and you’re not going ANYWHERE.
Try and STOP ME.
Gill goes to the door.
GRABS the doorknob.
You open that door
and I’ll punch your fucking clock.
Holly sees something out the window.
Eyes BUG OUT.
GUYS. There’s a couple of COPS outside.
And they’re COMING IN THE HOTEL.