Happy Thursday, crime kids. Are you ready for another hardboiled descent into hell? A trip to the dark side ... where your deepest desires becomes sins of the flesh? Then come and get 'em while they're hot ... at That Killing Feeling.
Onto today's joint from BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES, were things are getting a little ... bloody.
While homicide cops Danette Day and Bernie Keko enjoy a post-coital smoke on their 'stakeout', our merry band of murderers are partying like it's 1989, rushing on E ... and cutting up the dead bodies ...
INT. DANETTE AND BERNIE’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Danette lies on the bed, smoking.
Bernie sits near the window,
looking out at the ocean.
Sips from a flask.
Maybe we could give it another --
No. We’ve done that. Twice.
So what’s going on out there?
(looks out the window)
Body’s been taken away.
Techs are almost done.
I thought you said the kid was gonna be out in front.
He’s supposed to be.
He’s not now.
Maybe he went to go take a leak.
With all the shit that’s been going down tonight,
you never know.
(reaches for her phone)
Thanks for scaring me.
EXT. STARLIGHT HOTEL - REAR ALLEY - NIGHT
Beggar’s car. Parked by the rear wall.
From the trunk, we hear Kenny’s cell phone RINGING.
INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
The woozy, sax-drenched cocktail swoon
of Morphine’s WHISPER bleeds its drunken promises
of sex, sin and salvation over --
Alona. Drinking a bottle of water on the bed.
Holly does an interpretive dance.
Rushing on the E. High as a dozen kites.
'Don’t worry, I’m not looking at you --
gorgeous, and dressed in blue.'
This is Fucking AMAZING.
I feel -- so GOOD.
See what you’ve been missing, baby?
Why do you think they call it 'the love drug.'
I want some more vodka.
No, no -- just water.
Booze ruins the purity of the high.
Comes into the room.
Holding a HUMAN HAND.
They turn and look.
Can I lend you a hand?
He ERUPTS into peels of MAD LAUGHTER.
(stares, cocks her head)
It’s -- vibrating.
I need a break.
I’ve filleted Oscar from the waist up,
and if I have to saw through one more bone,
I’m gonna puke. Somebody’s gotta take over.
(nods at Holly)
She’s cresting. I’ll go next.
She walks over.
Reaches for the hand.
He SLAPS it in hers.
Wanna SHAKE on it?
Pleased to meet you.
Read my palm?
(holds the hand up to his face)
Uh, the life line looks kinda SHORT.
Cold hands, warm heart.
They both ERUPT WITH LAUGHTER.
Alona leaves the room,
waving the hand ‘goodbye.’
Holly drifts over to Beggar.
Let’s lie down together.
Look who’s all uninhibited now.
Me. Me. Me.
Beggar leans in. Kisses her on the mouth. Deeply.
They move toward the bed, FALL onto it.
Hands all over each other.
C’mon, baby -- kiss me deadly.