Friday, May 10, 2013
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Friday. 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 the final chapter of DAZED, BEAUTIFUL & BRUISED, homicide dick Carrie Love's standoff with teenage serial killer Sparkle Plenty ends in a bloodbath of epic proportions ... but when her former flame, porn star Laura Lang shows up on the scene, she literally gets down on her knees and begs for forgiveness ...
INT. BARGAIN CLOWN MART - NIGHT
Sparkle stops. Looks. Confused.
Something shuts down.
No, no. Turn it back on.
Turn it back on.
Mommy, please -- let me do it again, please.
I’m sorry I dropped it.
I know I can do better.
(listens to something)
I don’t get another chance?
She gently places a gun at her throat.
The other at her temple.
Closes her eyes.
No! Don’t do it --
I’ll take my ball and phone home now.
Bye, bye, Daddy.
Take care of Mommy --
INT. BARGAIN CLOWN MART - ARIAL POV - CONTINUOUS
Squeezes the trigger.
Her head EXPLODES in a SPRAY of RED MIST.
EXT. BARGAIN CLOWN MART - NIGHT
Emotionally spent, splattered,
Carrie makes her way through
the crowd of NEWS CREWS, COPS, GAWKING BYSTANDERS.
Another thing about Los Angeles --
this sprawling mass of self-satisfaction
is all about air time.
The ‘big story.’ Ratings.
She passes a REPORTER,
a blonde, grinning jock type.
CARRIE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Fucking vultures --
Yes! I believe that’s her!
Detective! Miss Love!
Roger Ditz, KTLA Evening News!
How do you feel?
Carrie PUSHES him away.
That’s on a 'need to know' basis, Roger.
Don’t bother begging for my favors, Carrie.
We all use each other, babe.
Carrie, let me give you a lift home.
You can file your report tomorrow.
You’ve been through --
I’ve been through a bloody blender, Lare.
Please, leave me alone -- no offense --
but I’ve got find someone.
I’ll call you tomorrow morning.
I’ll call you.
I’m sleeping in.
She reaches the gauntlet of GAWKING ONLOOKERS.
Pushing, wildly grinning, jockeying for position.
Yo, that’s her!
Carrie, baby! Legs!
Carrie ignores them, pushes through the crowd.
It’s all about the glitz,
the glamour -- the box office.
Which explains the rage behind
the big, bright smiles.
Why someone jams on the horn
if you hesitate the tiniest bit at a stoplight.
Why people will spend five bucks for a coffee
and a buck-fifty for a cookie.
A fuckin’ cookie.
And which explains all the shitty movies
they keep cranking out.
Stands at the corner. Holy shit.
Except this one, of course.
Carrie walks over to this flaming creature
in pink latex.
And there she was, a vision in rubber.
It was as if the heavens opened up
and delivered me evil.
Brought back to me the missing piece
I thought was gone forever.
The thing that made me whole.
Carrie says something to Laura.
Looks like she’s going to bolt.
Carrie pulls out a pack of smokes.
Shakes out two.
Offers one to Laura --
She snatches it.
Takes a long, deep drag.
Blows smoke in Carrie’s face.
Cause when your self-esteem
is running on empty --
you need another warm body
to fill your tank.
Carrie begs, pleads.
Like her life depended on it.
But then, at this point -- maybe it does.
I’m not -- and God knows,
neither was she.
Laura’s eyes burn into her.
Carrie gets down on one knee --
Giving Laura the view up her skirt.
But we had something
most people never have.
Something they only dream about.
And should probably
stay the hell away from.
Laura pulls a leash out of her purse.
SNAPS it on Carrie’s leather choker.
Some people say such passion
is worth the price.
For me, it was a no-brainer.
Call me Lassie.
Laura steps back.
Gives the chain a YANK.
Carrie stands. Goes to her.
And they kiss --
Time for me to ankle this joint.
And it’s about time for you
to get back to your happy little lives.
Me? I’ll be right here,
playing craps with my heart --
and spinning the roulette wheel of love.