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Monday, September 22, 2014
Got Coke?
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Monday. 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 16 of BLUE HOTEL, drug dealer Beggar Leck tries to sell a kilo of blow to entertainment attorney Lief Scott at his raging rooftop Venice Beach party, but the shit hits the fan when a haughty starlet OD's on the pharmaceutical grade booger sugar ...
EXT. BEACHFRONT CONDO - ROOF DECK - NIGHT
Beggar sits on the bed with Lief,
sipping cocktails.
Emaciated Starlet sits at the other end,
rolling a joint with a GIRLFRIEND (20’s),
a haughty Rodeo Drive type.
LIEF
I’ll buy the whole fucking thing
if it’s as good as you say it is.
(chortles)
Have a few clients that
love to ride the slopes.
BEGGAR
Anyone famous?
LIEF
Sorry, attorney-client privilege.
(beat)
What the fuck. Jackie Tempel?
MAJOR coke whore.
How do you think she got
that new sitcom?
BEGGAR
No way.
LIEF
Way.
(beat)
So come on, let’s sample the merchandise.
BEGGAR
Thought you’d never ask.
He pulls a glassine bag
out of his jacket pocket.
LIEF
That’s -- kinda small.
BEGGAR
It’s locked up in the car.
Think I’m gonna walk around
with a kilo in my pocket?
LIEF
Of course, of course --
BEGGAR
I need a mirror,
something to chop it up on.
(holds up the bag)
Rock candy, kiddo.
LIEF
(to Emaciated)
Hey, Cherie -- gimmee your mirror.
Cherie turns around, looks.
Passes the joint to her friend.
CHERIE
What for?
Need to powder your nose?
LIEF
Yeah, my makeup is shiny.
CHERIE
Oh, shit. ME, TOO --
She comes to their side of the bed,
pulls a compact out of her bag.
Hands it to Lief, grinning.
Haughty slides over.
HAUGHTY RODEO DRIVE TYPE
Me three.
(giggles)
Got coke?
Beggar dumps out a large rock on the mirror.
Starts chopping it up with a credit card.
Expertly fashions four big, fat lines.
Pulls a rolled up bill out of his pocket.
BEGGAR
Counselor, we await your verdict.
LIEF
Sustained.
He leans over, HONKS up a line.
Shakes his head.
LIEF
Court is IN SESSION.
Hands the bill back to Beggar.
He does one, SNORT.
BEGGAR
Got it from some Ukrainians I know.
Only been stepped on once.
(hands it to Cherie)
Here you go, doll.
Take a rocket to Russia --
Cherie greedily GRABS the tube.
Bends over. SNARFS up a line.
Then the other, SNORT.
She THROWS her head back and LAUGHS.
HAUGHTY RODEO DRIVE TYPE
Hey, what about ME?
CHERIE
Oh, I’m sorry -- did you want some?
Suddenly her face turns GREEN.
Her eyes roll back into her head.
Blood POURS out her nose.
She SPRAYS a green viscous
FLUID all over the bed.
CHERIE
GAAAAAAA --
Beggar, Lief and Haughty JUMP back.
LIEF
SHIT.
BEGGAR
What the FUCK?
Cherie goes into a SEIZURE.
Her body JERKS on the bed like a
rag doll in herky-jerky SPASMS.
HAUGHTY RODEO DRIVE TYPE
(looks down)
I got her spew on my DOLCE!
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Holy shit, she’s OD-ing!
I’m gonna call 911!
FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
I’m getting the fuck OUTTA HERE.
Cherie’s body JERKS one last time.
Then lays there. Dead.
Blood starts flowing out of her mouth.
LIEF
Holy Jesus fucking Christ.
I’ve been cluster-fucked.
HAUGHTY RODEO DRIVE TYPE
Ohmigod, she’s DEAD. She’s DEAD!
BEGGAR
Alright everybody, stay calm.
We’ve gotta figure out what to do.
HAUGHTY RODEO DRIVE TYPE
What to do? WHAT TO DO?
I’m gonna get THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
A siren WAILS somewhere
off in the distance.
Beggar puts the baggie in his pocket.
Gets off the bed.
LIEF
Wait a minute, where are you going?
BEGGAR
The fuck outta here.
I’ve got outstanding warrants,
AND a controlled substance.
LIEF
But, but --
BEGGAR
Stay here if you want to,
but I’m SPLITTING.
Lief JUMPS off the bed.
They look around.
Everyone’s gone.
LIEF
Okay, let’s book.
We’ll say we were out
buying more booze or something.
BEGGAR
WE?
Lief starts for the corner of the roof.
LIEF
Yeah, you’re my alibi.
(pulls out a gun)
Come on, there’s a ladder over here.
BEGGAR
(follows after him)
This is like Miami Vice.
Lief gets to ladder.
Looks back at Beggar.
LIEF
Then hurry up and move your ass,
Sonny Crocket --
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