Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Your Burka Or Mine?
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In Chapter 7 of LEGS, Episode Two, we meet Israeli mob boss and Marnie's father Nuri Hadar, who's wondering where his daughter is, not knowing that she's hired private eye Carrie Love to disengage herself from the family. Meanwhile, Carrie and officer Megan Paul arrive at Nuri's door to deliver the bad news ...
EXT. BEACH FRONT CONDO - DAY
A white, four-story edifice to fancy living
right on the sand on the Marina Peninsula.
But the paint is flaking off in places,
and the foundation is cracked and crumbling.
INT. BEACH FRONT CONDO - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Mournful Israeli folk music plays over --
NURI HADAR, (50’s), Marnie’s father,
Standing in front of a giant window.
Big and tall, with snow white close-cropped hair
with a matching geometric close-cropped beard.
He’s quite the stylish mob boss,
resplendent in designer sweats,
gold chains and a Rolex.
Smoking a huge cigar.
Staring at the ocean. Thinking.
The song ends.
He look at the old-school component stereo.
Shakes his head wistfully.
They don’t sing ‘em like that anymore --
A GORGEOUS MODEL-TYPE (30’s)
lies on a nearby couch, smoking a cigarette,
poking and texting her smart phone, looks up.
GORGEOUS MODEL TYPE
No shit. Thank god for small miracles.
You got any Joan Jett?
Meet ZIVAH OPHIR, Nuri’s girl-toy.
Rail-thin. Black hair down to her ass.
Long, dagger-like nails.
That is classic folk song, Zivah --
about our homeland.
The homeland can kiss my Louboutins.
Leron and Tal walk in the room.
In unison, they pull out cigarettes,
LIGHT them with a CLICK of their lighters.
No one has seen her.
Is like she disappeared off face of earth.
Try and do something nice for someone,
and this is thanks I get.
How is producer?
Still in coma.
I said work him over,
not fuck him up.
Is fine line, father.
EXT. MARINA PENINSULA - SIDE STREET - DAY
Carrie’s vintage Porsche
is parked right near the sand.
INT. CARRIE’S PORSCHE - CONTINUOUS
Carrie and Megan sit in the front seat,
munching on fast food. Sipping sodas.
Since Bernie wouldn’t help me with the case,
I asked Meg. You know the drill.
Strength in numbers.
When the going gets tough,
the tough get laid.
I still had feelings for Meg
and really wanted to be friends.
I just hoped I wasn’t
taking advantage of her good will.
I think if I asked her to
go hitchhiking in Afghanistan,
she’d say ‘your burka or mine?’
Carrie finishes her fries.
Wipes her mouth with a napkin.
Thanks for coming along, Meg.
Hey. I can’t think of a better way
to spend my lunch break.
In N’ Out burgers,
then meet a vicious Israeli mob boss.
What’s not to like?
It’s probably better that
he doesn’t know you’re a cop.
She pulls out her gun.
Opens the glove compartment.
Puts it in. Closes it.
Looks at Carrie.
I’ve got another one
strapped to my ankle.
Just in case.
But you’re a tourist wrangler.
In Venice Beach.
So -- is she better in bed?
I’m not gonna go there.
(off her look)
It’s apples and oranges.
We have chemistry.
Better living through chemistry --