Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Happy Tuesday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 17 of SPIRAL, after her show at the strip club, adult film star Savannah and her entourage take her limo to the seedy part of town to 'fill her prescription' for some blow ...
INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT
Shannon and Dex sit in the back
of a super stretch limo.
The lights of Vegas
flash through the windows.
Over the action, nasty,
guttural female rap.
Shannon takes a swig of champagne
straight from the bottle.
Coke is laid out on the small bar.
Dex does a line, then Shannon.
The driver's divider rolls down.
Are you sure this is the address?
Shannon rolls down her window
and takes a look.
It's a bad neighborhood.
It's gotta be.
That fat fuck better'ave given me
the right address.
Dex does a line.
We can handle it.
Shannon takes a swig of champagne.
Let's rock and roll.
They LURCH out of the limo.
EXT. THE IRISH ROSE BAR - NIGHT
Shannon and Dex stand in front
of a shitty little bar.
"The Irish Rose" has definitely faded.
A neon sign blinks "cock_ails."
A DRUNKEN HOOKER stumbles out of the bar.
Shannon leans into the limo window.
We'll be back in five minutes.
Shannon hands the driver
a hundred dollar bill.
INT. LIMO - SAME
The driver reaches
into the glove compartment
and pulls out a big chrome HANDGUN
and places it on his lap.
You got it.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE LIMO - SAME
Shannon and Dex walk into the bar.
INT. TENEMENT BAR - NIGHT.
Straight out of a bad cable movie.
Dark, dank, and scary.
A broken ceiling fan.
Neon beer signs.
A hand-written bar menu.
A handful of CUSTOMERS sit at the bar
dully staring at a small black and white
TV with shitty reception.
A Mexican BARTENDER washes glasses.
Over the action, evil gangsta rap,
like Ice T.
Shannon and Dex walk in.
(to the bartender)
Can't you fix the fucking reception?
It's fucking Sally Jesse!
It's one of my shows!
The bar notices the blonde bombshell
and her escort. They freeze.
I'm looking for Docta MC.
Marvin at the Olympic Gardens sent me.
Everyone stares at her.
Marvin said he had really good shit.
Silence. The clock TICKS.
I've got a fuck-load of cash.
A DRUNK stands up and points at Shannon.
Hey! I know you! You're Savannah!
You bet your ass I am.
Anyone want an autograph?
The bar comes to life.
Shit. I thought you looked familiar.
I thought you were a fuckin cop.
A big, ugly gangsta
walks over to Shannon.
Hey everybody, listen up,
we've got ourselves a
ce-leb-ri-ty in the house.
Shannon beams. Dex trembles with fear.
Allow me to introduce myself,
miss fine thang, I AM the Docta MC.
So I'm to unnerstand my homes
Marvin sent you for some medication?
That's right, doctor,
I need some party medicine --
She pulls out a BIG WAD OF CASH.
And here's my prescription.