Cock Of The Walk

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In Chapter 2 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, private eye Carrie Love watches college coed Blue Wonder nervously perform onstage at the strip club on amateur night. Meanwhile, at a nearby local airport, a pair of shady goons accepts a 'special holiday delivery' from Croatia: a container of underaged girls, drugged to the gills.


INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
Standing in a dark corner is TOLLY CHILL (27),
dark-haired, smouldering good looks.

The manager, and the owner’s son.
Cock of the walk.

TOLLY
(watching the stage)
Fresh off the boat.
(chuckles)
Catch of the day.

MUSIC
EXPLODES. The whip-cream,
pussycat chainsaw-snarl of
Groove Coverage’s 21ST CENTURY DIGITAL GIRL.

ONSTAGE
Blue GRABS the pole.
Wraps a long, lean thigh around it.

Moves to the music.
She’s pretty good. Looks awesome.

And scared to death.
She closes her eyes.

The alcohol starts doing its trick.
She relaxes.

Starts getting into it.
Starts singing along.

BLUE
'I got breast implants,
paid for by my boyfriends --
I got a Botox injection
under my skin --
I only play with sex,
but I don't let them in -- '

And suddenly Blue’s ON FIRE.
She WORKS it.

Undulates to the
edge of the stage.
Dollar bills go FLYING.

A PIG-FACED SALESMAN
Licks his lips.
Eyes big as saucers.

PIG-FACED SALESMAN
Yeah, honey -- GIVE IT UP.

BLUE
Twirls around.
Unhooks her halter top.

It FLIES off.
She grabs her breasts
in her hands.
Starts flicking the nipples.

CARRIE
Watches from the bar.

CARRIE
She’s a natural.

BLUE
Goes to the pole.
LEAPS UP, GRABS it
with her thighs.

Rides it like a horse.
KICKS a leg out --

And she SLIPS, FALLS,
and HITS the floor
with a CRACK.

She lies motionless.
Then JUMPS UP and
RUNS off the stage.

AT THE BAR
The bartender leans
over to Carrie.
Shakes his head.

BARTENDER
Another one bites the dust.

CARRIE
You’re just jealous
cause you can’t have her.

BARTENDER
And you can?

CARRIE
Don’t look now, but
Dr. Phil down there
needs another Harvey Wallbanger.

EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - AT THAT MOMENT
A small PROPELLER AIRPLANE
sits on the runway.

Like something out of an old movie.
Does this thing really FLY?

A van is parked nearby.
Two LARGE GOONS get out.

Walk over to the plane.
The TALLER GOON, wearing shades
and a porkpie hat,
pulls out his cell.
Punches a number.

PORKPIE HAT GOON
We’re here.
(listens)
Asshole.
I told you to FEED them.

The airplane door opens.
Porkpie Hat looks at the
SHORTER GOON,
who takes a sip from a flask.

PORKPIE HAT GOON
We might have three
instead of four.

FLASK GOON
Long flight.
No peanuts.

A ramp is lowered
from the open doorway.
The goons walk up.

INSIDE THE PLANE
FOUR UNDERAGED ROMANIAN GIRLS (15-16)
sit huddled on the floor in chains.

One of them has vomited
all over herself.

A SKINNY CROATIAN MAN (40’s)
looks at them.
Shakes his head.

SKINNY CROATIAN MAN
Not my fault.
Boss said no more smack.

PORKPIE HAT GOON
I’ve got a rag in the van.
C’mon, let’s move it.
Gotta big party tonight
in the hills.
And Santa’s gotta
deliver the presents --