Thursday, May 19, 2011
Stump The Chick
Happy Thursday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 11 of DAZED, BEAUTIFUL & BRUISED, teenage serial killer Sparkle Plenty prepares to kill her next victim, porn director Bruce Ball. Meanwhile, homicide detective Carrie Love questions Ball's production VP, Dina Daerr, using a most unusual 'interrogation technique' ...
INT. FARMER’S DAUGHTER MOTEL - BATHROOM - DAY
Some perverse Serge Gainsbourg 60’s go-go groove over --
Bruce Ball gagged and handcuffed
under a SCALDING HOT SHOWER.
Twisting and turning in agony
in a cloud of steam.
Sparkle talks into a microcassette
in her glitter-nailed fist.
In the other, a big, shiny BUTCHER KNIFE.
PSYCHO was released by
Universal Pictures in 1960.
It made forty-million at the box office,
a big hit back then,
especially for a black and white picture.
It made a star out of Tony Perkins --
and gave us the Bates Motel,
where check-out time is for good.
A muffled SCREAM under the duct tape.
And that’s our victim.
A petty, immature little man with a big mouth.
Someone who looks at women as objects --
not as people.
A loud KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK at the door.
ISRAELI MANAGER (O.S.)
Miss Plenty! Turn yo-ur museek down!
I’m not goink to tell yoo again!
AT THE DOOR
she opens it a crack against the tiny chain.
Oh gosh, I’m sorry Mr. Shlomo --
I guess I got that disco fever again.
I’ll keep it down, I promise.
ISRAELI MANAGER (O.S.)
Else yoo have to leave, yoo hear me?
Yoo play that weird music, too loud,
alla time, too loud!
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Dina sits alone at a table.
She picks up a pack of smokes.
Empty. SLAPS them down.
She’s going nuts by now.
It’s been three hours.
Don’t remember learning that one
at the Academy.
Walks over to mirror
filling the opposite wall.
Regards her reflection.
Adjusts her hair.
(to the mirror)
I know you’re back there.
I want my lawyer.
This is unconstitutional.
BEHIND THE MIRROR
in the darkness backlit
by the interrogation lamps --
You hear that?
Lipshitz is gonna pass a kidney stone.
We can’t just hold her and not question her.
(looks at her watch)
Yes we can.
She’s gonna spill her guts
faster than a horny heiress
on a Barbara Walters special.
(beat, to the door)
C’mon -- let’s play 'stump the chick.'
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Carrie lights a smoke, takes a deep drag.
You’re full of crap.
Someone killed Miss Runner-Up,
wanted to kill you --
and we both know who it was.
I’ve heard of loyalty to your boss --
but this is bordering on the domestic.
Bruce didn’t do it.
This white trash Paris Hilton --
-- Just wandered in, killed your actress,
and hung you up like a pinata
while Zalman King made his getaway?
Fuck you. I want to call my lawyer.
Carrie shakes out a smoke.
Teases her with it.
Shhhhh. Don’t worry.
I know you’re innocent. I can smell it.
(holds it up to her nose)
Mmm. Even better after sex --
Something passes between them.
Dina GRABS the Marlboro. Carrie lights it.
You promise me immunity?
Cut me a deal?
Is Lindsay Lohan back on Rodeo Drive?
Okay. Okay. Okay.
(takes a drag, orgasmic)
We were supposed to be
shooting a fake snuff film,
Bruce said we were using blanks,
but what he didn’t tell me was --
INT. FARMER’S DAUGHTER MOTEL - BATHROOM - AT THE SAME TIME
Bruce lies in the tub, trussed up like a pig on a spit.
He moans. Sparkle leans over, blows him a kiss.
Playing with you is like
eating a box of chocolates.
Afterwards you gotta
stick your fingers down your throat.
Now don’t move a muscle,
Mr. Murder victim.
I want you to stay right here
while I go shopping.
I’m gonna bring home a big surprise --