Friday, January 13, 2012
Two Bullets, No Waiting
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In the final chapter of LITTLE GIRL BLUE ... we reach the ultra-violent conclusion of our story, where ... well, hell. I'm not gonna spoil it. Read 'em and weep ...
EXT. MARGO'S ESTATE - BACK YARD - NIGHT
Carrie moves from tree to tree
on her way toward the pool house.
She sees Gero and Mad Dog.
Hears them shouting.
Here goes nothing.
(checks her gun)
Two bullets, no waiting.
INT. BASEMENT - SECRET ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Tolly’s tied to a chair. Looks royally pissed off.
Eva holds a gun on him. Margo naps.
We see that Tolly is
loosening the rope on his wrists.
Shakes her pistol at him. Eyes burning.
How dare you invade this home.
And on Christmas.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Shut up, you OLD BAT.
You don’t know nothin’ about NOTHIN.'
Keep your voice down.
Can’t you see she’s sleeping?
Tolly stands up. RIPS the ropes apart.
I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU.
The noise wakes Margo.
She raises her gun.
Tolly LUNGES at Eva.
She SHOOTS him.
Gets him in the shoulder.
He STOPS, startled. LUNGES at Eva again.
Margo SHOOTS him three times in the chest.
BANG. BANG. BANG. He falls over, dead.
Oh my god.
They look at each other.
(looks at the gun)
I can’t believe I just did that.
We should call Bernie on the walkie talkie.
You call. I’m kinda tired.
(closes her eyes)
Nice shooting yourself.
You’re not such a tough nut after all.
Keep it under your hat.
Now let me get some sleep.
My ears are still ringing.
And she goes out.
Starts lightly snoring.
Eva shake her head.
She picks up the walkie. Presses TALK.
Hello, Bernie? This is Eva. Are you there?
INT. POOL HOUSE - AT THAT MOMENT
Bernie lifts the curtain, peers out the front window.
Then looks at Seth and Blue, standing by the back door.
He nods. They quietly creep outside.
The walkie SQUAWKS to life.
Bernie answers it. Listens.
You WHAT? Really? Margo did? Holy shit.
Stay where you are.
We’ll come get you. Hold on tight.
Gero and Mad Dog huddle by
the side of the front door.
I say we blast the fucking shit out of ‘em.
I’m fucking FREEZING.
No. No guns. Let me think.
Gee, I dunno. That could be dangerous.
What the -- ?
Carrie stands next to a nearby tree.
Points her gun at them.
Drop your weapons, NOW.
Mad Dog reaches for his piece.
Carrie SHOOTS him in the forehead.
BANG. He goes down. THWUNK.
Gero TAKES OFF, runs around
the side of the pool house.
Carrie CHASES after him.
Goddammit, come BACK HERE.
IN THE WINDOW
He opens the door. RACES outside.
OUTSIDE IN THE SECURITY CAR
Fish puts down the flask. Cocks his head.
That was a gunshot.
I better go help.
He opens the car door. Gets out.
Weaves a little.
Damn. I need to eat somethin.’
And he heads off toward the house.
IN THE BACK
Blue and Seth creep around the corner,
holding their guns.
Gero RUNS right into them.
They topple over, HIT the ground.
Gero PISTOL WHIPS Seth. He GRABS Blue.
I’ve got you NOW, little girl.
Blue tries to FIGHT back,
but Gero GRABS her wrists in one hand.
Holds his gun to her head in the other.
Hold still or I’ll blow your fucking head off.
Races toward Gero and LEAPS on top of him.
GRABS the gun from his hand. WHACKS him on the head.
Incensed, Blue JUMPS UP. Starts KICKING HIM.
RUNS over. Sees what’s going on.
Stop her. She’s gonna hurt him.
Let her get it out of her system.
You KILLED MY SISTER.
She continues to wail on Gero.
He raises his hands in protest.
Taking her full wrath.
Seth gets up. Shakes his head.
Brushes off the snow.
Whoah. Hell hath no fury.
I got a call from Eva.
You’re not gonna believe this --
Try me on for size.
You know the other goon?
That would be Tolly Chill.
The strip club manager.
Your MOTHER shot him. He’s dead.
Holy Oedipus complex.
Guess I didn’t fall
far from the tree after all.
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Nobody MOVE. Or I’ll --
Walks toward the group.
Gun aimed at Carrie and Bernie.
Let him go.
Blue pulls out her gun and SHOOTS.
Gets him in the belly.
A red stain starts forming on his uniform.
You fucking SHOT me.
You’re just -- a GIRL.
She FIRES again. BANG. BANG. BANG.
Gets him in the head.
He falls backwards into the snow.
Who you calling a GIRL?
She PUMPS a few more shots in him.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
Think he’s dead now.
Feels good, doesn’t it.
It’s a start.
EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - PRIVATE SECURITY CAR - AT THAT MOMENT
A police cruiser pulls up behind the empty car.
Two UNIFORMED OFFICERS get out.
Walk over and inspect it.
HOT FEMALE OFFICER
(shines a flashlight)
Yeah. It’s empty.
Loud BANGING from the trunk.
GRIZZLED VET OFFICER
What the fuck?
Hot Female goes to the trunk. Opens it.
IN THE TRUNK
Lies Tip. In his underwear.
Trussed up like a pig. Shivering.
Officers -- boy am I glad to see you.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
INT. MARGO’S MANSION - DINING ROOM - DAWN
Some super-cool jazz rendition of a Christmas classic over --
The first rays of light stream in through the windows.
Carrie, Bernie, Seth and Blue sit at the large table.
Also seated are the two cops,
and Tip, bundled up in a blanket.
HOT FEMALE OFFICER
This is really nice of you.
GRIZZLED VET OFFICER
Yeah, thanks. Sure smells great.
We’ll take your statements after we eat.
Fuck the chief if he can’t deal with it.
HOT FEMALE OFFICER
Besides, the crime scene techs
have a lot of ground to cover.
Eva wheels Margo into the room
holding a huge tray of food.
This’ll give you guys a start.
I didn’t have enough eggs for everybody --
So we improvised.
Eva added MILK. And CHEESE. Brilliant.
Old German trick.
They start serving the food.
Everyone digs in.
About that -- thing that happened in the tunnel --
Never happened. Mum’s the word.
(hands her a plate)
She takes one. Smiles. WOLFS it down.
So I was thinking --
Yeah? About what.
Well, if we could think of this
as our first date,
we could get it out of the way.
Get what out of the way.
PUSH IN ON Blue. She leans over.
They fall into each other’s arms.
FADE TO BLACK
[COMING ON MONDAY -- BABY HEISTER]