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Onto today's chapter from BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES, where the going gets tough ... and tough get going.
When we last saw hooker Alona Tal, boozy screenwriter Holly Land and drug dealer Beggar Leck, Alona had gone off to get a hack saw so they could start cutting up the dead bodies in her hotel room ...
EXT. STARLIGHT HOTEL - SIDE ALLEY - NIGHT
CRIME SCENE TECHS swarm over the scene.
Gill’s body is carried away on a gurney.
Kenny stands on the boardwalk, off in the distance.
Keeping onlookers away.
Danette and Bernie stand next to the fence post,
dark with dried blood. Inspecting the scene.
A stakeout? More like a hook-up --
I think you’re right,
the murders are connected,
and the killer is in the hotel --
it might even be that young girl, Holly.
So we get a room and stake it out.
Kill two birds with one stone.
So to speak.
Danette reaches over.
Gently touches the tip of the spike.
Freud would have a field day with this, don’tcha think?
INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Alona comes in the room. Quietly shuts the door.
Looks at Beggar and Holly sitting on the couch, sharing a joint.
Holds up the hack saw.
Look at the size of THAT.
Good job, babe.
Thanks, but I’ve got some bad news.
Gill fell off the roof,
or he jumped, I don’t know --
but he’s dead in the alley,
and now the joint’s swarming with cops.
Tell me about it.
So we gotta take care of Oscar and Lief, fast.
I say we take turns.
Who wants to go first?
They both stare at her.
How about Beggar?
He’s a GUY.
How about Holly?
She’s the KILLER.
Okay, okay -- I’ll go first.
Gimmee a hit of that joint.
I’m gonna have to be REALLY fucking buzzed
to start cutting up a dead body.
Wait a minute.
I just remembered something.
I’ve got uncut ecstacy in the car.
THAT can make the job go MUCH better.
Uncut? But I thought it came in a pill.
The pills are bullshit,
there’s all kinds of other shit in them.
Back in the day,
you bought E by the gram,
pure powder, baby.
Snort it, lick it,
pour some in your cocktail --
Those were the days.
Couldn’t believe I could still find it.
How much do you have?
So go down and get it.
Your vice is my command.
He gets up. Goes to the door.
There’s cops all over the place.
I’m just your average tourist insomniac,
going out to the car for a pack of smokes.
PUSH IN ON Alona’s face. Amused.
If you’re an 'average tourist,'
then I’m Taylor Swift.