Friday, May 25, 2012
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In Chapter 10 of BLUE HOTEL, after foiling the gang-bangers trying to rob the liquor store, boozy screenwriter Holly Land returns to hipster hooker Alona Tal's dive hotel room with the blood-splattered vodka bottles. Meanwhile, private school teacher Gill Sherry gets busted by his wife Donna for cheating on her with Alona ...
INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Alona sits on the bed. Beggar paces the room.
CLICKS his cell phone shut with disgust.
Fucking Russian bastard --
A soft KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK at the door.
Beggar goes to the door. Opens it.
Holly comes in carrying her box.
Stares at them. Looking spooked.
Holly? What’s wrong?
Holly goes to the bed. Sits.
Puts down the box. Stares.
There was -- a robbery.
Alona opens the box.
Takes out the vodka bottles.
Sees that they’re blood-splattered.
What the hell HAPPENED?
What did you DO?
Holly takes out a bottle of vodka.
Unscrews the cap.
Takes a long drink. Sighs.
Wipes her mouth.
I went to the liquor store --
a-and these gang-bangers robbed it --
And they, and they --
She breaks down. Sobbing.
Alona takes her in her arms.
Comforts her. Strokes her hair.
There, there. It’s okay.
A siren WHOOP-WHOOPS outside.
Beggar goes to the window.
Opens it. Looks out.
Holy fucking shit.
It’s like an episode of COPS out there --
INT. GILL’S BUNGALOW - BATHROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
A cloud of steam swirls around the bathroom.
Behind the rippled glass of the door,
we see a MALE FIGURE.
IN THE SHOWER
Gill is soaping and scrubbing himself.
His face stuck under the hot spray of water.
(sings, ala My Sharona)
M-m-m-my Alona ---
Soapy hands reach down.
Massaging his manhood. He smiles.
Never gonna give it up,
never gonna stop,
such a dirty mind --
His body JERKS.
Ooh, you make my motor run, motor run --
GILL! Get THE FUCK
out of the shower RIGHT NOW!
Gill’s eyes FLY OPEN.
He stops jerking off.
What the fuck?
He turns off the water.
Opens the shower door.
Stands in the bathroom doorway.
What’s wrong? Jesus Christ,
you scared the fucking shit out of me.
He grabs a towel.
Wraps it around his waist.
I called Sheila, Brub’s wife --
You didn’t have drinks with him.
He’s HOME SICK.
Did I say Brub? I mean Bob --
She holds up a pair of his underwear.
And I found these in the hamper.
They’re ENCRUSTED with COME STAINS.
Donna, I can EXPLAIN --
You’ve been fucking
CHEATING ON ME AGAIN,
and I want you
OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE -- NOW!
Wait, can’t we talk about this?
What the FUCK is there to TALK ABOUT?
You’re screwing ANOTHER WOMAN, AGAIN.
If it’s one of your fucking students,
I swear I’m gonna call the cops myself.
(STOMPS her foot)
Get the FUCK out of my house, NOW.
Donna GRABS a bottle of shampoo.
THROWS it at him.
It HITS him in the chest, THWAP.
GET OUT! NOW!
(eyes tearing up)
No need for you get violent --