Your Burka Or Mine?

Happy Tuesday, 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 6 of LEGS, Episode 2, we meet Israeli mob boss Nuri Hadar, whose sons inform him that the producer they tried to 'convince' he cast their sibling Marnie in his new picture is now in a coma. Meanwhile, private eye Carrie Love and her ex, Venice Beach cop Megan Paul arrive on their doorstep to deliver some bad news ...


EXT. BEACH FRONT CONDO - DAY
A white, four-story edifice to fancy living
right on the sand on the Marina Peninsula.

But the paint is
flaking off in places,
and the foundation
is cracked and crumbling.

INT. BEACH FRONT CONDO - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Mournful Israeli folk music plays over --

NURI HADAR, (50’s), Marnie’s father,
Standing in front of a giant window.

Big and tall, with
snow white close-cropped hair
with a matching geometric
close-cropped beard.

He’s quite the stylish mob boss,
resplendent in designer sweats,
gold chains and a Rolex.

Smoking a huge cigar.
Staring at the ocean.

Thinking.
The song ends.

He look at the
old-school component stereo.
Shakes his head wistfully.

NURI
They don’t sing ‘em
like that anymore --

A GORGEOUS MODEL-TYPE (30’s)
lies on a nearby couch,
smoking a cigarette,
poking and texting
her smart phone, looks up.

GORGEOUS MODEL TYPE
No shit.
Thank god for small miracles.
You got any Joan Jett?

Meet ZIVAH OPHIR,
Nuri’s girl-toy. Rail-thin.

Black hair down to her ass.
Long, dagger-like nails.

NURI
That is classic folk song, Zivah --
about our homeland.

ZIVAH
The homeland can
kiss my Louboutins.

Leron and Tal
walk in the room.

In unison,
they pull out cigarettes,
LIGHT them with a
CLICK of their lighters.

NURI
Any word?

LERON
No one has seen her.

TAL
Is like she disappeared
off face of earth.

NURI
Try and do something
nice for someone,
and this is thanks I get.
(sighs)
How is producer?

LERON
Still in coma.

NURI
Goddammit.
I said work him over,
not fuck him up.

TAL
Is fine line, father.

EXT. MARINA PENINSULA - SIDE STREET - DAY
Carrie’s vintage Porsche
is parked right near the sand.

INT. CARRIE’S PORSCHE - CONTINUOUS
Carrie and Megan sit in the front seat,
munching on fast food.
Sipping sodas.

CARRIE (O.C.)
Since Bernie wouldn’t
help me with the case,
I asked Meg.
You know the drill.
Strength in numbers.
(beat)
That’s right.
When the going gets tough,
the tough get laid.
(beat)
I still had feelings for Meg
and really wanted to be friends.
I just hoped I wasn’t
taking advantage of her good will.
I think if I asked her to go
hitchhiking in Afghanistan,
she’d say ‘your burka or mine?’

Carrie finishes her fries.
Wipes her mouth with a napkin.

CARRIE
Thanks for coming along, Meg.

MEGAN
Hey.
I can’t think of a better way
to spend my lunch break.
In N’ Out burgers,
then meet a vicious
Israeli mob boss.
What’s not to like?

CARRIE
It’s probably better that
he doesn’t know you’re a cop.

MEGAN
Right.

She pulls out her gun.
Opens the glove compartment.

Puts it in. Closes it.
Looks at Carrie.

MEGAN
Don’t worry.
I’ve got another one
strapped to my ankle.
Just in case.

CARRIE
But you’re a tourist wrangler.

MEGAN
In Venice Beach.

CARRIE
Touche.

Pause.

MEGAN
So -- is she better in bed?

CARRIE
I’m not gonna go there.
(off her look)
It’s apples and oranges.
We have chemistry.

MEGAN
Better living through chemistry --