Monday, August 15, 2011

Shaken, Not Slurred



Hey there, crime kids. Happy Monday. 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.

Next up, it's part three of the 'Carrie Love Trilogy.' WILSHIRE BOULEVARD takes place not long after LEGS ended, with Carrie Love enjoying some well-deserved time off with her new squeeze, Felina Bella Donna. This was written three years ago, and looks like it's FINALLY making it to the big screen soon. This was written after I discovered and fell in love with film noir and the works of Raymond Chandler. Indeed, my manager describes it as 'Chandler meets Tarantino.' Ladies and gentlemen, let the games begin ...

In Chapter 1 of WILSHIRE BOULEVARD, we meet private eye Carrie love and off-duty spy Felina Bella Donna, rocking the dance floor at Club Fuck ... who get interrupted by a large man with a gun ...


INT. CLUB FUCK - NIGHT
The greasy, chainsaw-psychobilly tattooed snarl
of The Horrorpops’ KISS KISS, KILL KILL bleeds over --

SLEAZY CLUB KIDS shaking it with abandon.
Strobes FLASH mirror balls
in a kaleidoscope of color.

Lasers CRACKLE go-go dancers on pillars.
Hot STUD. Hotter BABE. Hottest T-GIRL.

Welcome to CLIT CLUB.
Home of the free.
Land of the dazed.

CAMERA
finds two HOT CHICKS
shaking it on the dance floor.

The BRUNETTE (30’s) whirls her hair
like a headbanger on meth.

Runway model bod in a
neon red rubber minidress.

Dances like she’s in ecstacy.
Or crazy. Maybe a little of both.

BRUNETTE (V.O.)
That’s me on the left.
The one dressed like a cherry popsicle.
What can I say. It’s a real turn-on.
Life’s too short, and you gotta grab
all the cheap, pervy thrills you can get.

The REDHEAD (20’s)
writhes in synch with Brunette.

Slides her hands down her partner’s hips.
Eyes flashing. Shiny, perfect,
heart-shaped face beams with carnal desire.

She leans in. Kisses her. Hungry.

BRUNETTE (V.O.)
That’s my girlfriend.
Felina Bella Donna.
Met her on my last case.
Part-time dominatrix,
full-time agent for
Her Majesty’s Secret Service.
A lethal cocktail of brains,
beauty and bullets.
Shaken, not slurred.

Brunette pulls back. Wicked grin.
Grabs Felina’s hand, pulls her toward the bar.
They sit. Grab their drinks.

BRUNETTE (V.O.)
The name’s Carrie. Carrie Love.
I’m a private dick. A chick for hire.
You got the crime, I’ll do the time.
(beat)
For a price.

GUNSHOTS ring out. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Carrie WHIRLS around.
WHIPS OUT her gunmetal-blue 357 MAGNUM.

CARRIE (V.O.)
Oh, almost forgot.
(beat)
I carry a gun.

The music stops. PANDEMONIUM.
SCENESTERS race for the exit.

AT THE BACK BAR
A LARGE HISPANIC MAN has a
GORGEOUS BLACK GIRL by the throat.
SHOVES his gun in her crotch.

LARGE HISPANIC MAN
Fuckin’ BITCH. You fuckin’ TRICKED ME.

CARRIE
appears next to him.
Levels her piece against his head.

CARRIE
Put down the gun, Gazpacho.
Nice and slow. Or I splatter
your refried brains all over
your Saturday night fever-dream.

The fat man looks at Carrie.
Lip quivering. About to cry.

CARRIE
I said PUT -- THE GUN -- DOWN.

LARGE HISPANIC MAN
But, but --

CARRIE
But WHAT?

LARGE HISPANIC MAN
She, she -- tricked me.

CARRIE
Didn’t you know?
Half the cooze in this joint
is for hire.

LARGE HISPANIC MAN
I, I -- thought she
had a -- a dick.

CARRIE
(CLICKS the safety)
Aha, tranny chaser.
Hey. No big deal. Wait.
Let me guess.
But YOU’RE STRAIGHT?

The hulk deftly JAMS
his piece into Carrie’s side.

LARGE HISPANIC MAN
Thas’ right, CUNT.
Whattaya gonna do about it?

His head EXPLODES
like something out of Cronenberg.

Carrie leaps back,
covered in blood, brains.
DROPS her gun.

CARRIE
Fuck!

FELINA
stands across the now empty room.
Lowers HER 357 Magnum.

FELINA
You okay, baby?

CARRIE
Yeah. You?

FELINA
(nods)
When it’s time to say goodbye --
say it with bullets.

3 comments:

  1. OH YEAH!! FUCK YEAH!!

    Awesome intro!!! You can't beat a scene with a head exploding like a ten pound watermelon stuffed with five pounds of gunpowder! Not that I have ever tried that... you know.. .you hear things... talk on the street... in the pages of some young girl's journ... Oops! (Clamps hand over mouth) Hehe!

    What a great start, Carole... my heartbeat jumped as soon as I logged on here...

    I am ready... got my seatbelt cinched tight... take me for a ride, honey!!

    My favorite line -

    "Life’s too short, and you gotta grab all the cheap, pervy thrills you can get."

    Now, THAT... that should be tattooed right over my boobs!!! Hahahaha!!

    xoxoxoxoxo

    Ronnie

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  2. Get ready, doll. This is THE ONE.

    (And according to a whisper I heard yesterday, it FINALLY looks like its gonna get made <3)

    xoxoxo

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