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Onto today's slice of noir, courtesy of BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES ...
When we last left homicide detective Bernie Keko and patrolwoman Danette Day, they have followed clues to the various murders earlier that evening ... right to the Hotel Starlight, where our merry band of killers are right now trying to dispose of a couple of dead bodies ...
INT. HOTEL STARLIGHT - FRONT DESK - NIGHT
Kenny stands chatting with Bunky.
Scribbling something in his note pad.
Danette and Bernie walk in.
I was just givin’ my statement to your compatriot here.
He’s on the second floor, in room 25.
Checked in a little before midnight.
Has he left his room?
He went out about twelve-thirty,
that’s when I first saw him.
I’m the night man, midnight to eight.
He was with another guest,
young girl named Holly. Holly Land.
How long was he gone?
‘Bout an hour, I guess.
That’s when he got mugged and carjacked,
then came to the station.
Did he go out again?
Yeah, he did -- right away.
Then came back forty-five minutes later.
Looked spooked. An’ he was limpin.’
Now I know why.
He’s up there now?
Far as I know.
What’s the story with Holly?
Nice kid. Don’t know that much about her,
only been here a couple of weeks.
Said she was a writer.
Hangs out sometimes with Alona,
one of our permanent residents.
What’s her story?
Alona’s okay -- for a lady of the evening.
She’s a hooker?
World’s oldest profession.
She’s good people.
What room is Holly in?
Room 24, right next to Gill’s.
Excuse me. Gotta go the head.
He turns, goes into the next room.
C’mon, let’s go up.
Do me a favor and keep watch outside?
To protect and serve --
Kenny salutes. Trots off.
Ah, to be a rookie again.
So full of energy, hope, promise.
Well there’s that --
and he wants to fuck your brains out.
Guess there’s a lot of that going around, huh.
INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Beggar looks at Alona. Then Holly.
Gills sits on the floor with his head in his hands.
Okay, think, think -- what do we do?
Stash Lief under the bed with Oscar.
Then, after the cops leave,
I’ll go down to the desk
and talk to Jerry Garcia about a hacksaw.
Holly sits on the bed.
Looks spooked. Haunted.
What about the fire escape?
We could always go up on the roof.
And what do we do once we’re up there?
My god, are you stupid.
Shut up, asshole.
Keep your voices down.
They might be coming upstairs.
Beggar goes to the door.
Looks through the peephole.
Shit, they’re HERE --