Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Sins Of The Father


Hey there, crime kids. Happy Hump Day. 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 Chapter 15 of WILSHIRE BOULEVARD, private eye Carrie Love takes production assistant Jenny Lane out to dinner to get the scoop on the freaks at her job, looking for a suspect in the murder of Jenny's boss. Meanwhile, Christian pornographer Ken Rice has dinner with TV movie producer Roland Yavo and tries to get a film deal by blackmailing him, with disastrous results ...


EXT. CHEZ RAY’S - NIGHT
The crisp, surf-guitar jangle of
The Venturers’ cover of CALIFORNIA DREAMIN’ over --

A crusty, old dive.
Across the street from the beach.

Near the Santa Monica pier.
Small martini glass in pink neon.

INT. CHEZ RAY’S - NIGHT
Almost pitch-black, except for the
zillions of tiny Christmas lights.

And the juke box.
Movie posters signed by patrons.

The joint is packed.
Hipsters who know better.

Beaten-down regulars who don’t.
Excited voices fight the music.

And in a dark, corner booth --
Carrie and Jenny.

Each with a giant,
shell-shaped bowl of oysters.

Carrie dunks a piece of bread
in steaming hot shrimp broth.

Pops it in her mouth.
Grabs her beer.
Takes a long pull.

JENNY
I love this place.
I’ve passed it a million times
and never knew what it was.
wasn’t even sure if it was open.

Carrie pours salt on her wrist.
Licks it.

DOWNS a shot of tequila.
Bites a lemon wedge. Smiles.

CARRIE
Chez Ray’s is Santa Monica’s
best-kept secret.
If someone in the press writes about it
in one of trendy rags,
they’re eighty-sixed.

Just then RAY (80’s)
the owner, ambles over.

Toothpick thin.
Natty in a pink Hawaiian shirt.

Ancient skin ruined by the sun.
But bright, blue eyes
still twinkling with mischief.

RAY
(to Carrie)
Who’s the new dame, doll?
Did the Brit take a powder?

CARRIE
(flushes)
Ray.
This is Jenny Lane.
I’m on a job.

JENNY
Hi.

RAY
(to Jenny, winks)
Better watch out for this one.
She can reel ‘em in.
Don’t even need bait.

He shuffles away.
An awkward silence.

CARRIE
So tell me about Yavo/Flender Films.
I want all the dirt.
I don’t care how tawdry.

JENNY
Well, they’re all freaks.
We’re underpaid, understaffed,
and very successful.
Flender was a cheap, lying bastard,
and he got what was coming to him --
(sips her cocktail)
Yavo is nasty, crude,
and suffers from a Napoleon complex --

CARRIE
Did Yavo and Flender get along?

JENNY
They only got along because
of how much money they made.
Yavo used to be one of the
biggest producers in town --
he’s made over a hundred TV movies --
but he made other investments over the years,
which make much more money,
so nowadays he lets -- let --
Flender call the shots.
All he has to is sit back
and watch the dough roll in.
Bastard’s only in the office
two days a week.
Rest of the time he’s
at his compound down in Laguna.
I can’t think of a motive
for Yavo doing it. No upside.
Flender was doing all the work.

CARRIE
Can you tell me about his enemies?

JENNY
That could take all night.

CARRIE
Whattaya say we kick it
back at my place?
I have a full bar.

PUSH IN ON Jenny.
Her Cheshire cat smile.

JENNY
I thought you’d never ask --

EXT. THE LOBSTER - NIGHT
An outre joint right at the Santa Monica Pier.
Riot of color as the sun sets over lapping waves.
Titles read ‘MEANWHILE, RIGHT DOWN THE STREET.’

INT. THE LOBSTER - CONTINUOUS
The place is packed.
Yavo and Rice sit a table for four
front of a huge window.

The view is breathtaking.
The meeting, not.

YAVO
I only agreed to meet with you
because you said the project
involved my son.

KEN
And I thank you for seeing me
on such short notice.
I know your friend Mickey Sennet.
He said this story would be
right up your alley.

YAVO
Mickey Sennet is a used-car salesman.
He just brings us the property,
half the time he’s STOLEN it.
We never let that cocksucker
do any real ‘producing.’
(suspicious)
So why didn’t Mickey bring it to me?

KEN
Well, right now he’s on location
in Nova Scotia.

YAVO
Working on WHAT?

KEN
A Vanna White biopic
for the Family Channel.

YAVO
Who’s playing Vanna?

KEN
That girl from American Idol.
She was first runner-up in season eight.
(SNAPS his fingers)
What’s her name?
Great set of pipes --

YAVO
I don’t watch that shit.
(sips his cocktail)
Tell me about your project.
And how my son is involved.

Ken reaches down, takes
an envelope from his briefcase.

Pulls out a treatment.
Hands it to Yavo with a flourish.

KEN
‘Sins of the Father’
is a working title.
It’s the true story of a teacher
who has a homosexual affair
with one of his students,
who turns out to be his long-lost son.
It’s edgy, but touching.
A sure ratings-grabber.

YAVO
(leafing through the text)
This is one of the WORST ideas
I’ve ever been PITCHED.
(THROWS it at Ken)
GAY doesn’t play at the NETWORKS.
unless they DIE.

A couple at the next table look.

KEN
But --

YAVO
And INCEST?
Between a FATHER AND SON?
What, are you fucking CRAZY?

More people look.
Hushed whispers.

KEN
I’m already in talks with
Bruce Boxlietner to play the father.

YAVO
Bruce BOXLIETNER?
That washed-up HAS-BEEN?
(over his shoulder)
CHECK, PLEASE.

Ken reaches down.
Pulls out a sheaf of
eight-by-ten glossies.
FLIPS them onto the table.

KEN
(low, urgent)
I just shot a tranny porn
with your son Nikki, in DRAG, Roland.
So if you want me to keep it a secret,
you agree to make Sins of the Father.

Yavo THROWS his drink in Ken’s face.
Stands.

YAVO
You fucking BLACKMAILING piece of SHIT.
I could GIVE a FUCK if you release a
PORNO with my FAGGOT SON.

A SMOOTH, EURO MAITRE’ D approaches.

SMOOTH, EURO MAITRE’ D
I’m sorry, sir -- but I’m afraid
I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
You’re creating quite a scene --

YAVO
A SCENE?
You want to see a SCENE?

He GRABS the edge of the table
with his fists. LIFTS it,
and TOPPLES IT onto Rice.

China, glasses, silverware go
FLYING onto Ken,
who HITS the floor,
screaming like a girl.

YAVO
And YOU can pay the CHECK.

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