Friday, October 25, 2013
Hey there, crime kids. TGIF. 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 exciting conclusion of LEGS, Episode 2, private eye Carrie Love finds out her client is fucking her brother, then bails her porn star girlfriend Laura Lang out of jail. Meanwhile, snuff filmmaker Klaus Speer reveals to his crew that Carrie is the star of his next opus ...
INT. CARRIE’S PORSCHE - MOVING - DAY
Carrie drives down Via Marina.
Fingers a number on her cell.
INT. MARNIE’S MOTEL ROOM - DAY
Marnie and Yago lie in bed under the covers,
Yago fast asleep.
Marnie lights a smoke.
Her cell phone on the night stand
RINGS. She grabs it.
This is Marnie --
How did it go with my dad and my brothers?
What do you mean 'not good?'
They tried to escape,
we followed them to the airport and --
They’re dead, aren’t they.
I’m so sorry, Marnie.
Are you kidding?
That’s fucking GREAT.
Now I can be with Yago.
Isn’t he -- your brother?
He’s actually my half-brother.
We have different mothers.
That’s why he was living
at the safe house --
When my father found out about us,
he moved Yago there and
started monitoring my every move.
Why didn’t you tell me about this
when we first talked?
Would you have taken the case?
Wait a minute.
You WANTED me to kill your father, didn’t you.
That was the plan all along, wasn’t it?
You’re one hell of a private eye.
Send me your bill, okay?
She hangs up.
Carrie looks at the phone. Sighs.
Pulls out a flask.
Takes a long swig.
Wipes her mouth with her sleeve.
How do you like that.
Sneaky little bitch.
And I’ve got no way to prove it.
Growing up in a fucked-up family
not only fucks you up,
it fucks up every relationship
you have for the rest of your life.
It’s like you’ve been imprinted
with this dysfunctional DNA.
You can do years of therapy,
but it’s still there,
lurking under the surface.
Ready to fuck things up.
Look at who I worked with on this case.
My ex-husband and the girl I left him for.
And my latest client?
Fucking her brother? Hello?
She drains the flask.
Sticks in her jacket pocket.
EXT. MARINA DEL REY - SHERIFF’S STATION - DUSK
A small, brick building right on the water.
Carrie’s car pulls into the small parking area in front.
And how about my girlfriend?
When I hear the phrase
‘healthy, adult relationship,’
the image of bailing someone
out of jail usually doesn’t come to mind.
INT. SHERIFF’S STATION - DUSK
A small, cluttered, drab lobby.
A BORED-LOOKING FEMALE DEPUTY
sits behind the counter.
Carrie hands her a check.
Here you go.
Promise it won’t bounce.
BORED-LOOKING FEMALE DEPUTY
You sure know how to pick ‘em, honey.
(picks up the phone, dials a number)
Alex, it’s Latifah.
Someone’s just posted Laura Lang’s bail.
Can you bring her out?
Better not let the chief
hear you talk like that.
(hangs up, to Carrie)
It’ll just be a minute.
So what’s the sex like with a porn star?
If I answer that,
you’ll have to arrest me.
A side door opens,
and out comes Laura.
Makeup smeared, hair a mess.
Eyes red from crying.
She RACES into Carrie’s arms.
(hugs her tight)
It’s okay, baby.
It’s gonna be okay.
I’m so glad you’re here --
it was terrible --
they were so mean to me --
They hold each other a long beat.
Then Carrie pulls away.
You wanna stop somewhere
on the way home and pick up
something to eat?
You must be starving.
Honey, I got all I want to eat right here.
I heard that.
INT. CARRIE’S PORSCHE - MOVING - DUSK
Carrie and Laura drive home,
both munching on cheeseburgers and fries.
Laura says something.
Carrie BURSTS out laughing.
INT. PRODUCTION STUDIO - NIGHT
A dimly lit studio crammed with
We hear the faint thump-thump-thump
of tweaker club music somewhere nearby.
KLAUS SPEER (50’S), German,
Jeremy Irons on Prozac and
JOREL AMIN (30’s), beefy, black as night,
sit in front of the monitor.
CRIMSON (20’s) Gothic-gorgeous
and totally pierced pleads her case.
It would mean so much to me, Klaus.
Saturday night is the Equinox,
and I'm supposed to be the sacrifice.
You should have told me earlier.
There's no time to find another hostess.
I can’t find a replacement on such short notice.
I'm sorry, my little rose petal.
And she's gone.
The things I have to do
in the name of dominance and submission.
Klaus punches a button on the DVD player.
A disc slides out.
Roll it, Mein Herr.
I'm chubby already.
(takes out disc, grabs another)
And I thought you were just glad to see me.
(shoves it in, giggles)
We hit the fucking lottery with this one.
I like the part where she hits the tree.
He PUNCHES a button.
ON THE MONITOR
A steep incline high in the Hollywood Hills.
A young GIRL (18) gagged and wearing a bikini
on Rollerblades comes FLYING down the road.
She takes a sharp turn,
FLAILS her arms wildly --
PLOWS into a tree with a CRACK --
and FLOPS to the ground.
Breaks out into a big, perverted smile.
Her first starring role -- and her last.
Boogie Night, Roller Girl.
What about the next one?
You said you shot some B-roll stuff.
Takes out the disk.
Puts it in.
Ah, yes -- my little actress.
ON THE MONITOR
We see hand-held footage
looking through a window --
of Laura and Carrie,
making love on the floor
of her living room.
Now that’s what I call 'cinema verite' --