Tuesday, August 24, 2010
FULL BODY: Gaza Strip
Happy Tuesday, crime slicksters! It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent, hardboiled fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In chapter 20 of FULLY BODY, we return to the scene of the crime, where the massage girls from The International get questioned by the cops about the brutal murder of Reynolds Tan, former receptionist, and undercover spook. Meanwhile, at the Croatian embassy, hidden away in a VIP dungeon, Mavra has a tet a tet with Princess Stefanie von Taxi und Drang ...
INT. POLICE PRECINCT - INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT
Two MEN look through a two-way mirror at SUMMER.
Sitting at a small table.
Fidgeting. Quietly freaking out.
Bimbo under glass.
Wonder how much for a Gaza Strip?
Meet BEN FLECK (40’s),
Israeli DC homicide dick.
Small head. Bug-eyed, bowling pin-shaped.
Squeaky-voiced nebbish of law enforcement.
Right now, pacing. Licking his lips.
Vat do you care? Shiksa is not Kosher.
Meet ALI NASSOUR (30’s),
Palestinian-American head of the
federal organized crime task force.
Craggy-faced good looks.
Looks like he hasn’t bathed,
or shaved, in a few days.
Ease off on the Middle East tension.
Nassour pulls out a pen knife.
Starts cleaning his nails.
You stop bombing our places of worship,
pray to Allah, then I MIGHT consider you ‘buddy.’
You get circumcised, give me a holler.
We can have a sword fight.
‘The chosen.’ Give me a break.
You chose to mutilate your cock.
They stare at each other. Seething.
Go question the girl.
I want to observe your genius.
You do it.
I like to watch body language.
Fleck shakes his head in disgust.
Goes to the door.
There’s an ordinance against
rubbing one out on police property --
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Fleck sits across from Summer.
Reads off a clipboard.
According to the United States government,
Summer Donovan doesn’t exist.
That’s my work name.
My W9 will be in my real name.
Wednesday. Wednesday Donovan.
My father read a lot of Raymond Chandler.
How long have you worked at The International?
Actually, it’s -- my first day.
I see. So you didn’t know Ms. Tan very well --
Are you aware of anyone
who would have a reason to kill Ms. Tan?
Well, I don’t know about killing her --
but no one likes her -- uh, liked her.
She was a --
Uh -- yeah.
INT. CROATIAN EMBASSY - VIP ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
The swooning, brittle, elegant decadence
of The Psychedelic Furs’ SISTER EUROPE over --
A dark garrote high in the catacombs in a turret.
We see a big, full moon through the barred windows.
Princess Stefanie lounges on a satin chaise.
Pours a tiny goblet of Absinthe.
Swirls it. Takes a sip.
Mavra sits down next to her.
Stefanie pours her a glass.
Revealing knife scars on her forearm.
(savors a bit)
Mmm. The drink of Van Gogh.
Picasso. Johnny Depp --
This is -- like dungeon.
It could be -- if you wanted it to.
We don’t have time.
I need to make my move -- and quickly.
How much do you need?
I would think -- one-hundred-thousand.
How about two-hundred,
and you stay for one last cock-tail?
Something palpable passes between them.
Somewhere in the distance a clock CHIMES.
Stefanie pulls out a knife.
It glints in the moonlight.
Mavra smiles. Puts down her drink.
Places a hand on Stefanie’s breast.
Takes the blade to her arm --
I never could say no, could I?
And leans in for a kiss.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Fleck looks at his clipboard.
Glares at Lindsey. Fidgety.
And what is YOUR real name?
Lina Best. Call me Lina.
Ms. Best, how long have you worked at --
Too long, almost a year.
Did you know Ms. Tan well?
Sort of, we never hung out or anything,
she wasn’t very, uh --
But I don’t think she was a bad person.
Did she have any -- enemies --
that you knew of?
Well, she and Ayanna didn’t get along,
but I don’t think Ayanna wanted to kill her --
Why didn’t they get along?
Ayanna was next in line for receptionist?
But Reynolds ended up getting the job.
How did she do that?
She, uh -- fucked the boss.
(looks at notes)
That would be -- Etya?
No, that was Victor, who Yuri fired.
Because of that?
And because he embezzled a half-million bucks.
Where is he now?
PUSH IN ON Lindsey's face. Now scared.
Last I heard -- he disappeared.