Tuesday, December 31, 2013
The Days Of Wine And Lesbos
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In Chapter 13 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, things get a little tricky when private eye Carrie Love has to defend her family, her ex and her new client against a home invasion during a freak snow storm in Beverly Hills on Christmas Eve...
EXT. MANSION - BACK YARD - NIGHT
Aldo and Mick walk over to Tolly and Porkpie.
So’s the phone.
I’m freezing my nuts off, boss.
You think I’M having fun, chuckle-head?
There’s a pool house over there.
Porkpie and I will go and look around
for stuff we can use to get in.
You two go check the garage,
see if there’s a ladder or something.
Let’s do it.
Meet back here in five minutes. Got it?
They all nod. Cold. Miserable.
Hey, cheer up. It’s fucking CHRISTMAS.
INT. MARGO’S MANSION - STUDY - AT THAT MOMENT
Carrie hands a rifle to Eva. The other to Blue.
You two take these.
They’re easy to shoot.
Just remember to hold it
against your shoulder, it’s got a kick.
Eva and Blue nod.
I was a marksman in college.
Won the blue ribbon in Berlin Technical Institute.
I used to play Charlie’s Angels with my sister.
Why don’t you give the Baretta to Seth.
This is an automatic weapon.
Has nine rounds in the clip,
one in the chamber. It has a safety --
(slides it back)
It’s off now, so you can’t hurt anyone.
Any shit goes down, slide it back
like I just showed you. Got it?
I don’t have an extra clip for it,
cause it’s my back-up piece.
So use your bullets wisely.
Everyone looks around.
The reality of this is sinking in.
Okay, Bernie and I will patrol upstairs.
The rest of you stay here and sit tight.
Let me come with you.
No, you stay here, protect
your mother and the young lady.
I go patrol with them.
(raises the rifle, takes aim)
I can hit a moving target at one hundred yards.
She’s got a point.
Okay. Let’s do it.
EXT. NEARBY SIDE STREET - AT THAT MOMENT
A PRIVATE SECURITY VEHICLE stops in front
of a giant wall of shrubbery hiding a large estate.
INT. PRIVATE SECURITY VEHICLE - CONTINUOUS
Private security guard TIP SNELLING (50)
takes a sip from a flask.
Short and squat. Red-nosed. Grey-haired. No family.
An ordinary Joe drinking his life away in a safe, dull job.
Merry Christmas, you rich bastards.
To protect and --
He picks up his walkie talkie. CLICKS it on.
(into the walkie)
Command to base. You read me?
BORED FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Base here. What’s up, Tip?
Not a hell of a lot. Quiet.
BORED FEMALE VOICE
Of course it’s fucking quiet. It’s Christmas.
You gonna go see family tonight?
BORED FEMALE VOICE
Yeah. Leaving in about fifteen minutes.
How about you?
Nah. Need the overtime.
BORED FEMALE VOICE
Well, stay warm.
Radio said this freak storm is
gonna get worse before it gets better.
Roger and out. Have a holly jolly.
He clicks off the walkie.
Takes another sip from his flask.
Rests his head against the seat.
Closes his eyes.
Best time of year, my ass.
EXT. MANSION - BACK YARD - AT THAT MOMENT
A ladder rests against the side of the house.
Reaches up to a second story window.
Tolly and Porkpie stand next to it, looking up.
Mick holds a PICK-AXE. Aldo, an oil lamp.
(to Mick and Aldo)
You go climb up, smash a window.
Go in. We’ll follow you.
Let’s do it.
Yeah. Get inside and warm up.
Then get us some girlie.
There’s been a change of plan.
We’re gonna whack both of ‘em.
Both of ‘em? The stripper, too?
What, you got snow in your ears?
What about the other people in the house?
What do you think.
Good thing I brought a couple extra clips.
INT. MANSION - STUDY - AT THAT MOMENT
Seth paces back and forth in front of the fireplace.
Practices clicking the safety on and off.
Blue sits on the couch.
Holds the rifle on her lap.
Margo sleeps peacefully.
Layla stands near the door.
I need to use the ladies room.
Go down the hall to the foyer.
Second door on your right.
Thanks. I’ll be right back.
She tiptoes out.
Your mother’s -- a character.
You can say that again.
He looks at her.
Comes over to the couch.
Sits next to her.
Guess it runs in the family.
You mean my sister.
Yeah. But she’s cool.
She’s helping me even though I can’t afford it.
She and my Mom have a -- tricky relationship.
Blue puts the gun down next to her.
Scoots a little closer.
You know what they say about mothers and daughters.
(touches her arm)
Kind of like -- like father, like son?
(touches his leg)
We shouldn’t be doing this.
Not at a time like this.
And they kiss.
INT. MANSION - SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY - AT THAT MOMENT
Carrie, Bernie and Eva walk down the
lushly furnished main hallway upstairs.
Guns at their sides.
Looks just the same.
(turns, to Carrie)
You remember that Thanksgiving weekend we stayed here,
and your mother made us sleep in separate rooms?
Well, we weren’t married yet.
And you know my mom.
I had to fucking sneak in your room like I was sixteen.
They both smile. Remembering.
Why couldn’t the two of you work it out?
It seems like there is still chemistry.
I had an itch -- and I scratched it.
An itch? That’s a good one.
The Days of Wine and Lesbos --
Gives Bernie a look that kills.
I think we should split up.
Check all the windows. They could be --
Glass SHATTERS. A big THUD.
CRASHING noises behind the door
they’re standing in front of.
Oh my GOD.
And they’re in MY ROOM.
Carrie CLICKS the safety on her Glock.
Moves to the left of the door.
Signals to be quiet.
Bernie SHOVES a clip in his Baretta.
Moves to right side.
(whispers to Eva)
Go down the hall, around the corner.
Wait for us.
(CRACKS the rifle bolt)
Screw that. I’ll cover you.
She opens the door across from them.
Goes in the room.
Closes it until all we see
is the barrel of her rifle.
IN THE STUDY
Seth and Blue pull apart.
What the FUCK was that?
Someone’s trying to get in.
They grab their guns.
Seth goes to the door. Listens.
Carrie leans toward the door.
We know you’re IN THERE.
Come out with your HANDS UP
and we won’t KILL you.
We’ve got you SURROUNDED.
You’ll never make it out of here ALIVE --