Friday, March 5, 2010

Why Do You Think They Call It 'In Heat?'

Happy Friday, crime fucks! Are you ready for another one-way ticket to hell? A balls-out, hardboiled thrill ride that will leave you speechless, and begging for more? Then you've come to the right place ... at That Killing Feeling.

Onto today's joint from BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES, where blood WILL be spilled ...

When we last left our merry band of murderers, they've taken ecstacy, which they figured would help them deal with the fact that they need to cut up a pair of dead bodies in the hotel room. Problem is, one of them is a serial killer, and she has 'issues' when it comes to getting frisky ...


INT. DANETTE AND BERNIE’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Danette CLICKS the phone shut. Looks at Bernie.

DANETTE
Voice mail again.
(beat)
I have a bad feeling about this.
Let’s go outside and snoop around.

BERNIE
Maybe he went home and crashed.

DANETTE
Never happen.
The kid LOVES being a cop,
believes in the sacred oath of protecting citizens.

BERNIE
I have a dim memory of that.

She shrugs into her slacks.
Puts on her jacket.

DANETTE
Just when I thought maybe we could go for round two --

BERNIE
(getting dressed)
So the ice is thawing a bit --

DANETTE
Well, it IS ninety-five degrees.
Gives a gal ideas.

BERNIE
Well, why do you think they call it 'in heat?'

INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
The lush, bluesy wail of Morphine’s CANDY
oozes it’s decadent moan on the stereo over --
Beggar. Lying on top of Holly.

Delirious from the ecstasy, he’s caressing her slowly,
kissing her neck, her shoulders, then down to her breasts.
Holly suddenly tenses up.

HOLLY
No, please -- don’t. Not my --

BEGGAR
Ah, c’mon, honey.
You know you want it.
Go with the flow.

HOLLY
No, please -- get off me --

BEGGAR
I know it feels good -- I hear you moaning.

HOLLY
No -- not my -- my breast -- NO.

But he puts her nipple in his mouth and starts SUCKING.
A hand reaches down to her crotch. Starts exploring.

HOLLY (CONT’D)
I said NO!

Holly reaches over,
GRABS the table lamp.
The shade FLIES off.

She CRACKS it over Beggar’s head,
KNOCKING him sideways.

BEGGAR
OW!

She JAMS the lamp into his eye, lightbulb first.
A sickening CRUNCH.

He FLIES backwards against the bed.
His head CRACKS against the wall, THUNK.

Holly stands, takes aim,
and KICKS the lamp
all the way through his head, THWUCK.
The cord SPARKS. Fizzles.

HOLLY
Lights out, ASSHOLE.

Holly looks at him, wide-eyed.
A strange smile on her face,
rocking back and forth on the bed.
Whispers --

HOLLY (CONT'D)
I said -- no.

Alona walks in the room, blood on her hands.
Sees Beggar. Mouth drops open.
RUSHES OVER to the bed.

ALONA
Holly? What, what -- what HAPPENED?

HOLLY
I said no, and he -- wouldn’t stop.

ALONA
Ohmigod, Holly -- you shouldn’t have DONE that.
(beat)
Now we’ve got three bodies.

HOLLY
(quietly)
Are you mad at me?
Please don’t be mad at me.
(off her stare)
He started -- putting his fingers inside me.

Alona sighs. Looks at Beggar’s body. Shivers.

ALONA
Bastard didn’t know who he was messing with.

HOLLY
(scary quiet)
When a woman says no, it means NO.

PUSH IN ON Alona’s face.
Scared to death.

ALONA
Remind me not to piss you off.

1 comment:

  1. I'd say this is coming along nicely, but there's nothing "nice" about it. Really enjoying the balls out pace, humor and horror of this one. You give good squirm.

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