Friday, June 29, 2012
Kiss Me Deadly
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In Chapter 35 of BLUE HOTEL, Holly and Ilona rush on ecstasy while Beggar starts cutting up the dead bodies in the hotel room bathroom. Meanwhile, cops Bernie and Danette interrupt their tryst to go look for rookie Kenny, who's gone missing ...
INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
The woozy, sax-drenched cocktail swoon
of Morphine’s WHISPER bleeds its
drunken promises of sex, sin and salvation over --
Alona. Drinking a bottle of water on the bed.
Holly does an interpretive dance.
Rushing on the E.
High as a dozen kites.
Don’t worry, I’m not looking at you --
gorgeous, and dressed in blue.
This is Fucking AMAZING.
I feel -- so GOOD.
See what you’ve been missing, baby?
Why do you think they call it 'the love drug.'
I want some more vodka.
No, no -- just water.
Booze ruins the purity of the high.
Comes into the room. Blood-splattered.
Holding a HUMAN HAND.
They turn and look.
Can I lend you a hand?
He ERUPTS into peels of MAD LAUGHTER.
(stares, cocks her head)
It’s -- vibrating.
I need a break.
I’ve filleted Oscar from the waist up,
and if I have to saw through
one more bone, I’m gonna puke.
Somebody’s gotta take over.
(nods at Holly)
She’s cresting. I’ll go next.
She walks over.
Reaches for the hand.
He SLAPS it in hers.
Wanna SHAKE on it?
Pleased to meet you.
Read my palm?
(holds the hand up to his face)
Uh, the life line looks kinda SHORT.
Cold hands, warm heart.
They both ERUPT WITH LAUGHTER.
Alona leaves the room,
waving the hand ‘goodbye.’
Holly drifts over to Beggar.
Let’s lie down together.
Look who’s all uninhibited now.
Me. Me. Me.
Beggar leans in.
Kisses her on the mouth. Deeply.
They move toward the bed, FALL onto it.
Hands all over each other.
C’mon, baby -- kiss me deadly.
INT. DANETTE AND BERNIE’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Danette CLICKS the phone shut. Looks at Bernie.
Voice mail again.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Let’s go outside and snoop around.
Maybe he went home and crashed.
The kid LOVES being a cop,
believes in the sacred oath
of protecting citizens.
I have a dim memory of that.
She shrugs into her slacks.
Puts on her jacket.
Just when I thought maybe
we could go for round two --
So the ice is thawing a bit --
Well, it IS ninety-five degrees.
Gives a gal ideas.
Well, why do you think
they call it 'in heat?'