Friday, July 24, 2015
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Friday. 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 5 of AFTERHOURS, killer on the run Danny Peel holds the group of celebrities in the club hostage at gun point ... but then buys them a round of drinks and chats them up.
INT. AFTER HOURS CLUB - NIGHT
Vin goes to the duffle, zips it open.
Grabs a banded wad of cash.
TOSSES it to Danny.
Which one of you is the bartender?
(SLAPS it down on the bar)
What’s the most expensive scotch you got?
I wanna buy a round for the house.
Mia goes behind the bar
to get a bottle and some glasses.
Hey. You’re that movie star.
You’re in all those independent films.
Guilty as charged.
With the occasional studio tentpole.
Hey. Gotta pay the bills, right?
I used to wannabe an actor,
but I really like eating.
Whoah, Nelly. This is celeb-city.
Easy Washington. My man.
really sorry to hear about your injury.
Not as much as I was.
Mia gives Danny his glass. He takes a sip.
Holy shit is that smooth.
And what do have we here? Bettie Black.
Big fan. Lost my virginity to your first album.
Nah. Just fuckin’ with you.
I’m more of a classic rock kinda guy.
Takin’ care of business --
(sips, looks at Casey)
And who is this lovely creature?
Danny and Casey lock eyes. She blushes.
I’m a writer.
She won the Oscar, hello?
The media gave you shit
about your tattoos.
My agent wanted me to wear
a long-sleeved dress,
but I said ‘fuck that.’
Rebel outlaw girl.
Danny drains his glass.
to Mia for another.
You gotta first aid kit in this joint?
In the back office.
Is there a back entrance?
The only way out is the way we came in?
Isn’t that against the fire code?
Owner’s tight with the city.
You the bouncer?
Vin, go with him to the office
and get the first aid kit
and scope out the rest of the crib.
(drains his glass)
You got it.
He gets up. Nods at Angel.
They head off toward the back.
Danny sips his drink. Looks at Mickey.
What’s your story?
I’m a dealer.
Check it out.
Not afraid to admit it.
I like that.
What do you deal?
You name it.
Weed, X, coke, shrooms, pills --
Maybe I’ll hit you up later.
(off his look)
Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it.
I may be a fugitive from the law,
but I don’t steal from other criminals
unless they fuck with me.
That’s -- great.
Are you a top or a bottom?
You heard me. Do you pitch or catch?
I’m -- versatile.
I’ll keep that under advisement.
Relax. Just fucking with you.
Stop looking like the dog just died.
Barkeep. Another round for my friends.