Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Hey there, crime kids. Happy fucking Hump Day. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 6 of DAZED, BEAUTIFUL & BRUISED, homicide detective Carrie Love goes undercover on a porn shoot, and meets the girl of her dreams, porn star Laura Lang ... and then gets busted by the director.
INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - FOYER - DAY
Laura stands at her mark in a cheap Chanel knock-off
that flies off her curves. Studies her lines.
It was one of those moments
that only happen a couple
of times in your life.
If you’re lucky.
All of a sudden I was
face to face with the
most incredibly stunning creature
I’d ever seen.
(off the script, without feeling)
'Oh my god. It’s so fucking huge.
I don’t think I can take it all.'
(closes her eyes, memorizing)
'Oh my god. It’s so fucking huge -- '
Carrie watches. Stopped in her tracks.
I don’t think I can take it all.
The rest of the line.
They both stare.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.
I was just passing through --
A clock CHIMES somewhere.
You’re -- visiting someone?
(trying to be casual, not successful)
Yeah, uh -- Zette, the make up girl?
So you’re 'Legs.'
Uh, yeah. Actually, it’s -- Carrie.
I see why.
Klaus charges in.
Laura, there you are.
We’re ready to do the, uh --
Oh, alright. If you insist.
And you, Miss Legs.
I need to have a word with you -- later.
Uh, yeah --sure thing.
A -- word.
INT. THE PLEASURE CHEST - DAY
Sparkle looks at a boxed strap-on harness.
Makes a face. Continues down the aisle,
until she sees --
CHROME HANDCUFFS. 'Police issue.'
She smiles, reaches for them.
A MALE VOICE behind her --
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Are those for work -- or play?
Sparkle turns, faces the intruder.
It’s BRUCE BALL. Smiling.
They’re for a movie.
A movie, huh? Isn’t that funny.
I’m in the movie business myself.
Commercials, mostly -- for now.
It’s an industry town.
Yeah. So, listen -- here’s my card.
I’m always casting something.
You’ve got a nice look.
She stares. Ignores the card.
What do I look like? Talent?
INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - KITCHEN - DAY
Carrie and Zette get coffee,
scope out the craft services.
-- And I said, 'what do I look like? Talent?'
Vat do you expect when you come to
the porno dressed like Daisy Dykes?
I’m dressed like this cause
it’s a fucking hundred degrees
out here in this cultural wasteland.
(takes her hand)
I had fun the other night.
Glad you came.
Me, too. Several times, actually.
Listen, there’s something I gotta tell you.
A MALE VOICE is heard in the doorway.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
You mean she doesn’t know you’re a cop?
Zette and Carrie look. It’s Bruce.
A plainclothes homicide detective,
You’re a cop?
I was going to tell you.
Bruce Ball? What a surprise.
What are you doing here?
I’m the director of the film.
FILM? I thought this was a porno.
We in the industry prefer the term
'Adult film?' Oxymoron much?