Friday, September 9, 2011

Shot With His Own Gun



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In Chapter 20 of WILSHIRE BOULEVARD, private eye Carrie Love visits Roland Yavo's motel room, and discovers a horrifying surprise. Meanwhile, homicide detective Bernie Keko spars with his new partner, Aya Meir ...


EXT. HOTEL CALIFORNIA - CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Carrie creeps down the outdoor walkway
that runs the length of the place.

Reaches 24. Stops.
Puts her ear to the door.

Faint TV sounds trickle out.
Some old movie soundtrack.
Carrie KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKS on the door.

CARRIE
Roland. Roland Yavo.
It’s Carrie Love --

She listens. Silence.

Pulls a pick from her pocket.
Works it in the lock.

A soft CLICK.
The door SWINGS OPEN.
She moves in.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
A front room of a nice suite.
Cozy. Touristy-tacky. Nautical artwork.
A plasma-screen TV flashes over a fake fireplace.

Empty.
Carrie moves to the bathroom.
In the doorway, we see
a pair of bare feet on the floor.
In a large puddle of BLOOD.

CARRIE
(softly)
This is not good.

She goes in.
Yavo lies on the tiles.
Shot in the temple.

His Colt lies next to his right hand.

CARRIE
Clumsily staged suicide.
Amateur-hour. Strictly non-pro.

Carrie grabs a hand towel.
Wipes down the doorknob.
All the surfaces she touched.
Closes the door.

OUTSIDE IN THE CORRIDOR
she looks around. No one.
Wipes that knob, too. Hurries off.

EXT. HOTEL CALIFORNIA - PARKING LOT - MOMENTS LATER
Carrie slides into the Olds. GUNS the engine. HITS the gas.

JENNY
What’s wrong? You look spooked.

CARRIE
Yavo’s dead. Single gunshot,
right in the kisser.

JENNY
What?

CARRIE
Shot with his own gun.
Old Raymond Chandler device.
Nice. When it works.
JENNY
Did you -- call the police?

CARRIE
Not yet.
I’ve finally been dealt a good hand.
And I’d like to play it out.

EXT. MUNICIPAL BUILDING - PARKING LOT - AT THAT MOMENT
Aya sits behind the wheel of a nondescript unmarked sedan.
Bernie comes up to her window.

BERNIE
Slide over. I’m driving.

AYA
No. I’m driving.

BERNIE
I ALWAYS drive.

AYA
Hurry up, get in.
We have a grieving widow to interview,
and we don’t have time for your misogyny.

Bernie does a slow burn.
Walks around the car. Gets in.
Aya puts the car in gear, and TEARS off.

INT./EXT. UNMARKED CAR - MOVING - CONTINUOUS

AYA
In Israel, everyone serves in the Army.
I’ve killed a man with my bare hands.

BERNIE
Palestinian soldier?

AYA
No, my godfather.
He tried to rape me.

BERNIE
Shit. Wow.
(beat)
I’m sorry.

AYA
Don’t be. He was a slave trafficker.
He would have kicked the can sooner or later.

BERNIE
It’s 'kicked the bucket.'
Kick the can is a kid’s game.

Bernie checks her out.
This might not be so bad after all.

BERNIE
So, I guess you -- played basketball?

AYA
No. But I bet you play
a mean game of miniature golf --

INT. JENNY’S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Jenny and Carrie walk down a dimly lit corridor.

JENNY
I’ve been trying to get the landlord
to fix the light.

They get to her door.

CARRIE
One quick drink for the road.
I gotta find a place to crash tonight.

Jenny puts her key in,
rattles the lock. Flustered.

JENNY
The lock -- sticks.

INT. JENNY’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Cute. Cozy.
Homey, like a senior-year dorm room.
Plants. Stuffed bookcases.
An Italian LA FEMME NIKITA poster.

CARRIE
La Femme Nikita, great flick.

JENNY
I LOVE Luc Besson.

CARRIE
Have you seen Leon?
I mean, thirteen-year old
Natalie Portman? Hello.

JENNY
You mean The Professional?

CARRIE
That’s the Hollywood title.
The original title was Leon.
And in the original script, they make love.
(meaningfully)
Raising the stakes --

Pause.

JENNY
So -- what do you want?
I’ve got beer, wine, scotch --

CARRIE
Scotch. Make it a triple.
(off Jenny’s look)
My version of one drink --

2 comments:

  1. Oh, great! So, who is going around killing all the movie producers? I've heard of working through the competition, but this seems a bit extreme....

    Either a very clumsy attempt at faking Yavo's suicide... or, perhaps it was very deliberate? Hmmmm....?

    Feels like something is about to twist here... the suspense is getting to me... getting that edge of the seat feeling...

    Careful, Bernie... you're stepping off the deep end here... gonna get bit...

    OUCH!! Aya has got a sharp wit... I hope Bernie's not a bleeder! First rate dialogue... this is really great stuff, hun!

    Oooh... looks like things are about to heat up between Carrie and Jenny! Something to look forward to on Monday? :)

    xoxoxoxo <3 <3 <3

    Ronnie

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  2. Get ready, doll. It's going to be a BUMPY ride soon ... !

    xoxoxo

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