Monday, April 8, 2013
Take Me To Your Soundstage
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Monday. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 9 of DAZED, BEAUTIFUL & BRUISED, wannabe director Bruce Ball and his production assistant Dina Daerr 'accidentally' shoot a snuff film in his basement studio ... but the tables get turned when teenage serial killer Sparkle Plenty shows up at the door ...
INT. BALL’S PRODUCTION OFFICE - BASEMENT - DAY
The PRETTY MODEL we saw earlier
testing for the beer ad is now
naked, gagged and tied to a chair.
A scrap of plywood across her chest.
Eyes screaming pure, animal terror.
Bruce frames the scene
through a digital video camera.
Move it just a little more.
DINA makes the adjustment.
This is gonna look so real.
(looks at the model)
I mean, check it out.
She really thinks she’s gonna die.
Shhh. Suspend your disbelief.
Dina goes to the table.
Faces the bim.
And -- action.
The statuesque beauty
slowly removes her lux jacket --
Revealing an hourglass shape in a merry widow.
And a black leather shoulder holster.
She reaches behind, slides out the Magnum --
and takes aim.
The Model JERKS against the ropes,
muffled gagging SCREAMS.
By the power invested in me,
I now declare you to be
a complete waste of human life.
You did not cherish,
honor or obey -- anything.
You spent your days chasing
fame, fortune and the almighty dollar.
I now sentence you to
the swift end of a pathetic life.
Your final gift to humanity
will be this short film --
a sacrifice to the dark angel we pray to.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
CLOSE ON --
The model slumped over in the chair.
Bullet holes in the wood.
Blood seeping down her body.
Oh my god! Holy shit!
Holy fuck! I’ve shot her!
You said we were using blanks!
stares in disbelief.
Then, the barest hint of smile.
We were -- I thought we were.
At least now we know it looks realistic.
I just fucking killed someone!
A doorbell RINGS.
EXT. BALL’S PRODUCTION OFFICE - FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS
It’s SPARKLE. Looking more than a little cute
in overall shorties, platform clogs,
hair in ponytails.
She presses the button again.
I’ll huff and I’ll puff,
and I’ll blow your pants down.
IN THE BASEMENT
(goes to the door)
Calm down, calm down, calm down.
Stay here with the -- girl.
I’ll get rid of whoever it is.
Then we’ll come up with a plan.
That’s what you said
on that shoot in Darfur.
IN THE FOYER
Sparkle confronts Bruce with her splendor.
I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.
No, not at all.
I’m glad you came by.
We were just downstairs shooting someone.
Something. Shooting something.
You still wanna -- shoot me?
I do, I do --
but now’s not a good time.
This actress, is uh -- difficult, and --
Sparkle whips out handcuffs --
and SNAP, click. Gotcha.
Pulls out a DERRINGER.
Aims, cocks it.
Take me to your soundstage.
I’ve got a score to settle with you, mini-man.