Thursday, May 9, 2013
Till Death Do Us Part
Happy Thursday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 32 of DAZED, BEAUTIFUL & BRUISED, homicide detective Carrie Love and teenage serial killer Sparkle Plenty are in the middle of a stand-off at the Bargain Clown Mart, where Sparkle makes her final demand: she wants to talk to the media, who happily obliges and puts her on the air ...
EXT. BARGAIN CLOWN MART - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
A gridlock of COPS, several NEWS CREWS --
And a crowd of GAWKING SPECTATORS.
Larry PUSHES toward Carrie -- GRABS her.
Are you okay?
What’s going on?
How many people are dead?
What’s she like?
Does she have any demands?
Are you okay? Can I get you --
Larry! Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.
I’m okay. But there’s dozens
of dead smart shoppers in there --
and one barely breathing bimbo.
And I don’t give a fuck what she’s like --
this pageant princess from hell
is right now in the middle of
a midnight-movie breakdown --
and she’s demanding that we
get the fucking media in there immediately --
so unless you have a better idea --
then I suggest we
grab some prime time meat
and do a little dance
with little Missy devil dog.
(gestures around him)
Go get ‘em tiger. Pick a channel.
She looks around at the REPORTERS,
lights, cameras, CREWS.
A MULTI-ETHNIC CREW, 'TELEVISO.'
Mira, mira! Televiso! Televiso!
LIVE AT FIVE -- with a GLOSSY NEWS GUY,
grim -- but excited.
GLOSSY NEWS GUY
Live at Five, Miss Love! Live at Five!
CNN. The big boys.
With a STUNNING NEWS BABE.
STUNNING NEWS BABE
Carrie. Been a long time.
Veronica. You got your dream job.
You look great.
You never called.
Please, I’ll grovel at your feet later.
Lick your shoes.
Anything you want, I swear.
But right now we gotta meet the press.
INT. BARGAIN CLOWN MART - MOMENTS LATER
Veronica and the CREW creep up to Sparkle on tip-toes.
Jesus Christ, this is the 'Action News?'
Lighten up, this is the big scoop,
the exclusive -- it’s the fucking sweeps!
Play it right, and your career goes into overdrive.
Fuckin’ quote’s gonna go through the roof.
(shoves mike toward Sparkle)
Veronica Sawyer, Miss Plenty, CNN.
I must say this the most
unusual interview I’ve ever done.
You’ll have to pardon me
if I’m a little bit scared shitless.
Pleased to meet ya, Ronnie.
And please, call me Sparkle.
It’s truly an honor.
Love that action, love that news.
Do you realize we’re making
broadcast history, Miss -- Sparkle?
Right now at this very moment,
over a hundred million people
around the world are watching us.
Then take me to your global village,
anchor babe. Lets get that demographic.
(to the cameraman)
Bring it in closer, I want to hear them gasp --
wanna hear them say, but gosh, she’s so pretty.
shoves her gun in Veronica’s face.
GRABS her mike.
Before you get your precious footage --
I need to borrow your transmission.
(into the camera)
As you can see, Detective Love
has just commandeered my crew.
Hey, you can’t shoot her!
I’m gonna shoot her!
INT. ACTION NEWSROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
The ANCHORS and CREW watch on monitors
with uncontained glee.
Get her! Kick her fucking ass!
Shoot the bitch! Shoot the bitch!
INT. BARGAIN CLOWN MART - CONTINUOUS
Carrie gets closer, looks into the camera.
Laura -- I hope you’re watching this.
I just wanna say I’m sorry.
I really fucked up.
What you do for a living is your choice,
it’s none of my business,
and I had no right to judge you.
I just got scared --
that machine almost killed you.
Almost fried what I pray to.
At least what you do is honest.
I mean, I fuck people too,
but they don’t have an orgasm.
They just get a slimy sandwich
and a scary new roommate.
Please forgive me.
Come back, baby.
My sheets are dry.
Well, what have we got here?
One of the dolls get out of her box?
Sparkle WHIPS an Uzi toward the voice,
turns to look.
Ohmigod, it’s Mr. decaf frappaccino.
So glad you could join the party.
Ready for a little ‘death do us part’ action?
holds twin 357 Magnums.
They glisten in the light.
In your dreams, little girlie.
There’s two of us now,
so you better put away those toys
before Mommy catches you.
ANGLE ON --
Carrie’s gun at the camera.
Bernie’s pair on Sparkle.
Sparkle’s Uzis on Madrid and Bernie.
Sparkle FLIPS a gun from Bernie to the CAMERAMAN.
Squeeze play -- your choice, hon.
Billy Betacam, or baby Botox.
(to the cameraman)
Shut off the camera.
It’ll make her stop.
What? No way.
Shut off the camera,
it’ll make her stop.
She won’t shoot,
it’s gotta be on the air.
She’s got a fuckin’ gun at my head.
That’s right, detective --
I’ve got him in my hair-trigger.
And It’s gettin’ itchy.
(to the cameraman)
And I’ve got her number.
She won’t kill anyone else
unless it’s being broadcast --
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A surprised look on Madrid’s face.
Three red stains slowly expand
on her gauzy belly-top.
turns to the wounded beauty,
focuses. Excited. Scared.
GRABS the camera.
Shuts it off.
INT. NEWSROOM - CONTINUOUS
The monitors go black.