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Onto today's fresh slice of noir, courtesy of BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES ...
While the cops start staking out the hotel, drug dealer Begger Leck goes out to his car to get some ecstasy, which will help him and his merry band of murders cut up the dead bodies in his gal pal hooker Alona Tal's room ...
INT. HOTEL STARLIGHT - FRONT DESK - NIGHT
Bunky looks at Bernie and Danette, standing at the counter.
Sorry, we’re all full up.
Wait, I forgot -- you can take the jumper’s room.
It’s empty now.
We’ll take it.
So you’re doin’ a stakeout?
Hot dog. Is there something I can do to help?
Yeah. Call us if you see anyone suspicious.
(hands him his card)
My cell phone number.
Or if you see that girl, Holly.
You got it. Good luck.
They nod. Start up the stairs.
Bunky watches them go.
Sugar magnolia, blossoms bloomin’ --
a real stakeout, right here at the Starlight.
Why do I have this funny feeling
them two are gonna bone?
EXT. HOTEL STARLIGHT - REAR ALLEY - NIGHT
The back door to the hotel opens.
Out walks Beggar. He looks around.
Walks over to his car.
Sticks his keys in the trunk.
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Excuse me, sir.
Beggar turns, looks, sees --
Standing at the end of the alley.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure thing. What’s up?
Kenny pulls out a picture.
Shows it to him.
Have you seen this woman tonight?
ANGLE ON --
A grainy still capture from the liquor store robbery.
HOLLY. Holding a gun. Face a rictus of death.
Studies the picture.
Shakes his head.
Looks kinda dangerous.
What did she do?
You don’t watch the news?
She held up a liquor store,
then shot some dude on a bike.
Killed three people tonight.
Beggar tries for a smile.
Doesn’t quite make it.
Guess I’d better be careful, huh?
Kenny studies him carefully.
You a guest at the hotel?
It’s kinda late, isn’t it?
What were you getting out of the trunk?
Ran out of smokes.
Just grabbing another pack.
People don’t keep cigarettes in the trunk.
They’d be on the seat,
in the glove compartment.
But not in the trunk.
Beggar’s heart starts racing.
This is NOT going well.
You want me to show you?
He turns the lock. Opens the trunk.
It’s empty, except for the spare tire.
A couple of tools. Emergency gas can.
That’s funny. I could have sworn --
I’m going to have to ask you
to step away from the vehicle, sir.
But I --
Step AWAY from the vehicle, NOW.
Beggar stares. Wheels spinning.
All the coke, booze and pot
working their strange magic.
Okay, officer. I’m sorry --
He feints to the side,
then GRABS Kenny around the waist.
SLAMS him against the car.
His head CRACKS against
the edge of the trunk with a sickening THUNK.
BANG, he goes down, face first in the gravel.
Beggar gets down.
Feels his pulse. Nothing.
I’ve just been fucked.
He reaches into a side compartment in the trunk.
Pulls out a small white envelope.
Stuffs it in his pocket.
Picks up Kenny’s body.
Puts it in the trunk.
Quietly closes it. CLICK.
He looks around.
No one. Whew.
I can’t believe -- I just did that.
He looks down.
Sees blood on the ground.
Starts kicking gravel over it with his foot.
My momma warned me not to date hookers.