Thursday, December 29, 2011
The Days Of Wine And Roses
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In Chapter 18 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, private eye Carrie Love, her ex, homicide dick Bernie Keko and Carrie's stepmother Eva scope out the second floor against the invasion of Tolly Chill's goons. Meanwhile, two of them break into the house ... and go into Carrie's childhood bedroom ...
INT. MANSION - SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
Carrie, Bernie and Eva walk down the lushly furnished
main hallway upstairs. Guns at their sides.
Looks just the same.
(turns, to Carrie)
You remember that Thanksgiving weekend we stayed here,
and your mother made us sleep in separate rooms?
Well, we weren’t married yet. And you know my mom.
I had to fucking sneak in your room like I was sixteen.
They both smile. Remembering.
Why couldn’t the two of you work it out?
It seems like there is still chemistry.
I had an itch -- and I scratched it.
An itch? That’s a good one.
The Days of Wine and Roses --
Carrie stops. Gives Bernie a look that kills.
I think we should split up.
Check all the windows. They could be --
Glass SHATTERS. A big THUD.
CRASHING noises behind the door they’re standing in front of.
Oh my GOD.
And they’re in MY ROOM.
Carrie CLICKS the safety on her Glock.
Moves to the left of the door. Signals to be quiet.
Bernie SHOVES a clip in his Baretta. Moves to right side.
(whispers to Eva)
Go down the hall, around the corner. Wait for us.
(CRACKS the rifle bolt)
Screw that. I’ll cover you.
She opens the door across from them. Goes in the room.
Closes it until all we see is the barrel of her rifle.
IN THE STUDY
Seth and Blue pull apart.
What the FUCK was that?
Someone’s trying to get in.
They grab their guns. Seth goes to the door. Listens.
Carrie leans toward the door.
We know you’re IN THERE.
Come out with your HANDS UP and we won’t KILL you.
We’ve got you SURROUNDED.
You’ll never make it out of here ALIVE.
INT. CARRIE’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Still as it was when Carrie was a teenager. Cute. Colorful.
Mick and Aldo stand in the middle of the room.
Guns aimed at the door. They exchange looks.
They start FIRING at the door.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
EXT. MANSION - BACK YARD - CONTINUOUS
Tolly and Porkpie look up at the window. Hear the firing.
They’re thugs. No finesse -- no stealth. Just go in blasting.
You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself. C’mon.
He starts climbing up the ladder. Porkpie follows him.
IN THE HALLWAY
Carrie and Bernie watch the door get BLOWN TO BITS.
Chunks of wood go FLYING.
They both LEAN IN, start FIRING.
IN THE BEDROOM
Mick gets SHOT in the LEG. SCREAMS in pain.
He goes to the bureau. Start SHOVING it toward the doorway.
C’mon, HELP ME.
Aldo races over, starts PUSHING it with him.
They wrestle it in front of the doorway.
Jesus fucking Christ.
He didn’t say nothing about them having GUNS.
The private dick, remember?
Yeah, but who’s the GUY?
Hell if I know.
IN THE HALLWAY
Carrie peers around the doorway.
They’ve blocked it with the dresser.
That’s fucking weird. Normally WE’D be trying
to keep them OUT while they try to come IN.
They didn’t know what they were up against.
Yeah. The dysfunctional family picnic.
Tolly stops climbing. Looks down at Porkpie.
Wait a minute.
Why don’t we leave them up there --
and then you and I go in ANOTHER window?
That, boss -- is why you’re the boss. Fuckin’ brilliant.
They start climbing back down.
Aldo sticks his head out the window. Sees them.
Hey, where are you guys goin’?
You guys stay up there, hold ‘em off for a bit.
Make ‘em think you’re trapped in there.
We’re gonna go in through another window.
That’s fucking brilliant.
That’s what I said.
Mick got one in the leg,
but it’s only a flesh wound.
We’ll hold ‘em off for a while.
Tell Mick to hang tight.
Reinforcements are coming.
Aldo nods. Goes back in.
Tolly starts climbing back down.
Gonna get that fucking bitch.
NO ONE gets away with disrespecting Tolly Chill --