Friday, December 16, 2011
Thinking With Your Dick
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In Chapter 10 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, private eye Carrie Love finally finds her client, Blue Wonder, tied up and drugged in a private room in Tolly's mansion ... and while the guests are mingling outside on the patio, she revives her so they can make their escape ...
EXT. TOLLY'S MANSION - BACK PATIO - NIGHT
The auction is over. The patio is overflowing
with guests mingling and smoking.
Carrie comes up the steps from the yard.
Stops. Looks around.
Heads toward the entrance into the house.
Two MEN IN DASHIKIS watch her.
Now THAT is a fine specimen.
A meal fit for a king.
'the other white meat.'
They look at each other. Chuckle.
Carrie nears the doorway.
Sees Tolly. Turns her head.
And hurries inside.
INT. MANSION - REAR LOUNGE AREA - CONTINUOUS
Carrie walks down the corridor she was chased down earlier.
Gets to the door that Blue ran into. Looks around. Nobody.
She puts her ear against the wood.
listens. Takes out a lock pick. Works it.
The door POPS open. She slips in.
INT. STUDY - CONTINUOUS
All lights out. Carrie tip-toes in the darkness.
She finds a lamp on the desk. CLICKS it on.
Sees Blue. Passed out in the chair. Head to the side.
She races over. Checks her pulse.
The doorknob CLICKS.
She dashes over.
CLICKS off the light.
Hides under the desk.
The door OPENS.
In walks Tolly and Gero.
The light CLICKS on.
See? I told you. She’s safe.
You fucking idiot.
What the fuck were you thinking,
bringing her HERE? Shit-head.
Always thinking with your dick.
(stares at Blue)
Wait a minute.
She’s the other dame’s sister, ISN’T she?
The one we had to whack.
The one that worked at the club.
Of course not.
You think I’m THAT stupid?
Yeah, I DO.
What were you planning to do with her?
Uh, I was gonna fuck her -- then whack her.
Well, there’s nothing wrong with that,
but you brought her HERE, to my HOME.
I didn’t wanna miss the party.
I was gonna do her afterwards --
and then take her somewhere and DO her.
Jesus fucking Christ on a stick.
Well, what’s done is done.
We’ll keep her here until the party’s over.
And then you whack her WITHOUT fucking her.
Got it. I’m sorry, Pop. I fucked up.
Please forgive me.
Fuck it. It’s Christmas.
Let’s go join our guests.
I could really use a drink.
Tolly shuts off the light. They leave.
The door CLICKS shut.
Carrie emerges from under the desk.
She goes to Blue.
Unties her wrists, her feet.
Sees the ankle cuff.
She’s under house arrest.
Takes off the blindfold.
The gag. Sees she’s out cold.
She SLAPS Blue on the cheek.
Nothing. AGAIN. Still nothing.
Carrie looks around the room.
Sees a coffee machine.
She races over. Fills a cup with java.
She forces a cup down Blue’s throat.
Then another. Nothing. Gets an idea.
She goes to the sink.
Fills a pitcher of water.
Carries it over to Blue --
And THROWS it on her face.
DRENCHING her. Blue stirs.
NOW we’re talking.
BLUE. Wake up. It’s ME, Carrie.
Blue opens her eyes. Groggy.
C’mon. You gotta get up.
We gotta get you outta here.
I’m -- all wet.
Sorry about that.
She LIFTS Blue up onto her feet.
There were -- these men. They --
I know. Shhh. Save your strength.
Carrie pulls Blue toward the door.
Leans her up against the wall.
Slowly opens it. Peers out.
IN THE CORRIDOR
We see one of the GOONS standing guard.
IN THE STUDY
Carrie shuts the door.
We’re gonna have to go out the window.
You got any coffee?
Carrie pours her another cup.
Blue drinks it.
Carrie goes to the window.
Tries to PUSH it up.
But it won’t budge.
Maybe it’s locked.
Check the -- doohickey thing on top.
She CLICKS it open.
Blue drains her cup. Smiles.
My sister and I used to
sneak out of the house all the time.
Why are you dressed like that?
Long story. Tell you later.
Let’s get the fuck outta here.
Carrie climbs out the window.
Followed by Blue.