Friday, September 14, 2012
The Boulevard Of Broken Necks
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In Chapter 17 of HIT & RUN HOLIDAY, news anchorwoman Sue Simon interviews the trophy wife that fugitive screenwriter Friday Foster carjacked at gunpoint. Meanwhile, Friday arrives at Club Fuck for an evening of perverted fun ...
INT. NEWS STUDIO - NIGHT
SUE SIMON (40’s), pretty, African-American,
sits in a comfy chair.
Next to her on the couch is
(into the camera)
Welcome back to Channel 12
News Fix at Six.
(leans forward, eager)
With us today is Dendra von Boutrous,
wife of socialite hedge fund manager
Victor von Boutrous --
My husband is like, so NOT a gardener.
He does, like, investments and stuff.
And a hedge fund is put together
by a group of investors --
So tell me, what
went through your head
when Friday Foster
hijacked your car at gunpoint?
Ohmigod. I thought I was
going to pee my pants.
Bonus points for Dendra.
(into the camera)
Next up, We’ll talk to Marilyn Manson
about his new children’s book --
EXT. CLUB FUCK - NIGHT
Hollywood and Vine.
The boulevard of broken necks.
An old, Deco movie theatre.
Now den of depravity. Times ten.
Not quite the witching hour.
But don’t tell that to the long line
of FUCKED-UP CLUB KIDS.
Trannies. Tweakers. Junkies. Whores.
Masters. Slaves. Gays. Straights. In-betweens.
A black super-stretch limo
pulls up to the curb.
FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Hey, Xanax. We gotta celeb.
The door FLIES OPEN.
A long, lean flash of thigh.
It’s FRIDAY, red vinylicious.
She straightens up.
Well over six-feet in platforms.
Excuse me while I touch the sky.
(gazing longingly at the crowd)
There’s no place like home.
AT THE DOOR
the hedonatrix chats up the DOORPERSON.
Shirtless. Covered with ink.
Hair scooped into horns.
And, hey - nice nose ring.
Mistress Bella Donna. Been awhile.
Where you been hidin’ your cruel self?
Places to go, people to see, Zed.
You finally get your big movie deal?
What happens in hell, stays in hell.
I’m here to forget the
happy, shiny world outside.
(raises the velvet rope)
On the house, your gorgeousness.
Have a good time.
You mean bad time.
INT. CLUB FUCK - CONTINUOUS
The saucy, bitchy snarl of
Blondie’s RIP HER TO SHREDS over --
FRIDAY walks down a long corridor of mirrors.
Boots CLACKING. Checking out her reflection.
INT. CLUB FUCK - FRONT BAR - CONTINUOUS
Our vixen orders her poison. Imperious.
Absinthe. Jaeger back.
The GOTH BARTENDER nods.
Reaches for the bottle. Pours.
Nice wedding dress. Retail Slut?
(hands her the drink)
Nah. My girlfriend made it.
Here’s mud in your catheter --