What Doesn't Kill You

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In Chapter 23 of WILSHIRE BOULEVARD, widow Gay Flender takes over her dead husband's production company after his partner Roland Yavo is killed ... and is then questioned by homicide dicks Bernie Keko and Aya Meir about his murder. Meanwhile, private eye Carrie Love and production assistant Jenny Lane 'play house' at Jenny's joint after Carrie loses her home in a fire ...


INT. YAVO/FLENDER FILMS - FLENDER’S OFFICE - MORNING
Fleming sits behind Harvey’s big desk. Feet up.
On the phone. Listening.
Twirling the cord with his finger.

FLEMING
I understand, Jackie.
But we have one show in prep,
one in principal,
and two in post.
Somebody has to steer the ship,
and since I’ve been first mate
for over ten years --

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Love the nautical references.

GAY FLENDER
stands in the doorway.
Hands on hips. Livid.

GAY
Now get THE FUCK
out of my husband’s office.

FLEMING
(into the phone)
Gotta go.
(SLAMS it down)
Gay. How are you?

GAY
I’ll be fine when you
GET THE FUCK out of here.

FLEMING
(stands)
I’m sorry, I thought I should --

GAY
You thought? You THOUGHT?
That’s the problem right there.
You tried to THINK.
Now go back to your work station
and answer the fucking phones.

FLEMING
(as he leaves, dejected)
Okay, Mrs. -- uh, Gay.

GAY
And get me a Perrier
while you’re at it.
Lime. In a cup.
With a fuckload of ice.
And then get Variety on the phone.
I’ve gotta statement to make.

Modi walks in.
Looks jittery. Spooked.

MODI
Gay.
What are you doing here?
In -- Harvey’s office?

GAY
It’s my office now.
(low)
Yavo was killed last night,
shot in the head.

MODI
Yavo’s -- dead?

GAY
(nods)
Someone has to --
steer the ship.

MODI
Where? When?
We should account
for where we were.

GAY
(sharp whisper)
Shhh. Not here.

A voice BLEATS
on the desktop intercom.

JENNY (O.C.)
Gay?
There are a couple of --
detectives here to see you.

GAY
(to herself)
Shit.
(into the intercom)
Bring them on back, Jenny -- thanks.

Gay and Modi exchange looks.

INT. HARVEY FLENDER’S OFFICE - AT THAT MOMENT
Bernie and Aya stand in the doorway.

Gay swivels in the large,
leather desk chair.

Sips Perrier.
Modi perches on the couch.

Bright, scary-beaming face.
Sips his coffee.

GAY
I’ve already been through this
twice with a couple different officers.
Is this really necessary?

BERNIE
Just a few routine questions, ma’am.

GAY
Detective, my husband was MURDERED,
and I think you should be out there
trying to find his KILLER --
instead of badgering me with
the same questions over and over again.

Bernie nods slowly.
Fishes out his card.
Hands it to Gay.

BERNIE
Call me if you
remember anything else.

Aya pulls out her card.
Slides it onto the desk.

AYA
Call me if you need someone to talk to.
I have a psychology degree.
I’ve done a lot of grief counseling.

BERNIE
And don’t leave town.

GAY
Leave town?
I have a funeral to plan.
A eulogy to write, a -- a --

She breaks down.
Starts crying.

INT. JENNY’S APARTMENT - AT THAT MOMENT
Jenny stands at the front door.
Shrugs into her jacket.

Smiles wanly at Carrie,
looking out the windows, back to us.

JENNY
Just make yourself at home.
I’m sorry, but I have to go to work.
Modi, my boss -- can be --

CARRIE
An asshole.
So you said.

JENNY
Everything’s gonna be okay.
You can stay
as long as you like.
Help yourself to
what’s in the fridge.
When I get back,
I’ll fix us a nice dinner.

CARRIE
(turns)
Thanks.
really --

JENNY
It’s okay.

Jenny walks over to Carrie.
Leans up.

Kisses her.
They hug.

CARRIE
I can feel storm clouds gathering.
You better be careful.

JENNY
Careful?
Careful of what?

CARRIE
They say what doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger.

JENNY
Kill who?
Me?

PUSH IN ON Carrie.
Falling apart.

CARRIE
No.
Me --