Monday, November 15, 2010

The Gift That Keeps Killing



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In Chapter 11 of LEGS, private eye Carrie Love drives stripper Jonna James over to Jonna's joint along with homicide detective Bernie Keko to go interview Jonna's roommate Dina Daerr, wanted in connection with murder of Carrie's client -- Dina's father -- but when they get there, they have to deal with a mysterious intruder ...


EXT. SHITTY APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
One of those pre-war jobs common in Hollywood.
Up on stilts. Parking below.
But hey, it has a pool.

'The Starlet,' indeed.

Carrie’s Porsche convertible pulls up and parks.

INT. CARRIE’S PORSCHE - NIGHT
Carrie shuts off the engine.
Looks in the rearview.

JONNA
So how we gonna do this?

CARRIE
Very carefully.
(off her look)
I’m a new friend of yours.
If she knows who I really am,
she’ll clam up. Got it?

JONNA
Okay. Where did we meet?
We need a cover story, right?

CARRIE
We met at the Cheetah --
(meaningfully)
And we’re going to your place.

JONNA
Oh. OH.
(beat)
I can do that.
I’ve -- been with girls.

CARRIE
Don’t worry. It’s just a ruse.

Jonna stares at her appraisingly.
Faint smile.

JONNA
It doesn’t necessarily have to be.

A soft KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK on the window.
It’s BERNIE. Carrie nods.

Opens the door. Gets out.
Jonna piles out. Joins them.

CARRIE
The two of us will go up.
You stay here and back us up.

BERNIE
No way. I’m coming with you.

CARRIE
Bernie, if you come,
it’ll spook her.
(nods at Jonna)
We’re gonna pretend to be hooked up,
so she won’t suspect why I’m there.

BERNIE
(looks at Jonna, nods)
Good idea.
But I should be closer,
like right behind you.

CARRIE
You’re not gonna budge on this, are you?

BERNIE
Cops don’t have to budge.

JONNA
(looks at Bernie, then Carrie)
You two used to be together.

CARRIE
(off Bernie’s look)
She was a pysch major --

EXT. THE STARLET - SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT
An open walkway with a row of apartment
doors on the wall.

Jonna leads Carrie down to the end.
Jiggles her keys in the door
to her apartment.

Bernie watches from a few feet away.

JONNA
The lock sticks.
Hold on a sec --

The door CLICKS open.
Jonna opens the door. Looks in.

JONNA
Holy SHIT.

CARRIE
What?

Carrie brushes her aside, walks into --

INT. JONNA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Small and cluttered,
and right now COMPLETELY TRASHED.

Tables overturned. Pictures RIPPED.
Furniture SLASHED OPEN.

Carrie pulls out her pistol.
Whispers over her shoulder to Jonna.

CARRIE
Go get Bernie.

Jonna nods. Hustles out.
Then a loud CRASH from down the hallway.
Carrie tiptoes toward it.

INT. JONNA’S APARTMENT - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Carrie moves quietly in the darkness.
Pointing her gun with both hands.

She reaches a doorway.
Light spilling out.

We hear the sound
of fabric being RIPPED.

She takes a deep breath,
then WHIRLS into the doorway --

INT. DINA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Tiny. Cute and girly,
and now also completely TRASHED.

A LARGE, BEARDED GOON (30’s)
holds up the mattress,
which he’s right now
GUTTING with a HUGE KNIFE.

Carrie LEAPS into the doorway.
Gun aimed.

CARRIE
Drop the knife or I SHOOT.

Bearded turns his head.
Sees Carrie.

WHIRLS the mattress around
so it’s between them.

LARGE, BEARDED GOON
Fuck you, BITCH.

And he CHARGES at her.
SHOVING the mattress toward her.

Carrie KICKS it,
stopping Bearded in his tracks.

He ROARS like an animal.
FLINGS it to the side.

It hits the mirrored wall
with a CRASH.
Glass goes FLYING.

Bearded JUMPS at Carrie.
GRABS her around the throat
with big, meaty paws.

She PISTOL-WHIPS him
on the head.

But it’s like a
flea-bite on an elephant.
He squeezes HARDER.

Carrie’s face starts turning red.
With all her strength,
she POUNDS on his back,
but it’s no use.

A large BANG.
His head EXPLODES like a watermelon.
Blood, skull and brains go FLYING.

Carrie rolls out from under him.

BERNIE
Stands in the doorway.
Puts his giant 44 Magnum
back in his holster.
Smiles grimly.

BERNIE
Dum-dum hollow-points.
The gift that keeps killing.

Carrie grabs a towel hanging on a chair.
Wipes her face.

Shakes her head.
Stares at him with disgust.

CARRIE
Thanks for saving my life,
but now we can’t question him, can we?

BERNIE
You always have to nitpick --

3 comments:

  1. Cool! Great dialogue.... looks like Jonna might be more than a little interested in Carrie... sweet!... maybe a threesome? hehe....

    Okay, I love how you describe the apartment.. all trashed... a crash down the hall... building the suspense... uh-oh! Who's the goon?... plot is thickening like milk and flour on a low heat...

    Oh... damn! Nice work Bernie... .44 magnum lobotomy...haha! I love that line... "Dum-dum hollow-points. The gift that keeps killing".... priceless! Lol!!!

    Nitpick... yeah, really Carrie... he did save your life, hun! :)

    Okay.... still don't know who killed Dick, but that goon... who is obviously looking for something... tells me this wasn't a simple revenge killing by Dina or Jonna... right? :D

    xoxoxo <3 <3
    "Doll-face"... haha!! Very funny, Veronica.. :)

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  2. No fair guessing 'whodunnit,' but methinks you'll be pleasantly SURPRISED ... <3!

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  3. Haha! Okay... no more trying to guess... hehe!

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