Friday, September 4, 2015
Hey there, crime kids. TGIF. 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 the final chapter of AFTERHOURS, the shit hits the fan when a SWAT teams invades the night club and takes no prisoners ... and when the smoke clears, a sole survivor remains ...
INT. AFTER HOURS CLUB - DAWN
Tell you what I’ll do.
If you let me escort the officers
out of here, I’ll go ask my boss.
Sorry. The officers stay.
Marko stares at him.
Then at the others. Thinking.
I’ll just be a few minutes.
That guy’s fucking weird.
You think they’re gonna let us go?
Of course they are.
They’re not gonna shoot celebrities.
I wouldn’t be too sure of that.
Suddenly we hear DRILLING from above.
What the fuck’s THAT?
They’re coming in.
Fuck this shit.
I’m getting the fuck OUTTA here.
He shoots Danny in the belly.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Sky SHOOTS Luther in the chest,
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Luther slumps against the bar,
SLIDES off his stool,
HITS the floor, THWUMP.
(holding his stomach)
Motherfucker that hurts.
Casey rushes over.
Tries to stop the bleeding with her hands.
Shit, shit, shit --
The drilling gets LOUDER.
A circular piece of the ceiling FALLS,
hits the floor, BANG.
Grey GAS starts BILLOWING
out from the hole.
Starts filling the room.
SHIT. What do we do?
They can’t DO this. We’re FAMOUS.
Guess the joke’s on you.
I’ll go see if I can break
a window in the bathroom.
She RACES out of the room.
The smoke starts getting THICKER.
Everyone starts CHOKING.
Blood burbles out of Danny’s mouth.
They’re gonna be coming in any second.
No fucking way.
I’m not leaving you.
You wanna fucking DIE?
You got your story. Go. NOW.
But there’s NOWHERE TO GO.
VIP room. Separate ventilation.
For cigars --
But, but --
Casey looks into his eyes.
Bites her lower lip.
I don’t wanna leave you.
That makes two us.
What we had was -- nice, wasn’t it?
It was True Romance, baby.
But you gotta go now.
(off her look)
Do it for me. Tell my story.
She gets up.
Wipes her nose with a bloody sleeve.
I promise I’ll do you justice.
I know you will.
Now please, get the fuck outta here.
A tear trickles down her cheek.
She turns, RACES out of the room --
just as the door EXPLODES off it’s hinges.
Two dozen SWAT COMMANDOS wearing
full body armor and ventilators
STORM into the room
FIRING AUTOMATIC WEAPONS.
Sky and Bettie try to RUN,
but get CUT DOWN in their tracks.
Danny’s body gets SHREDDED with bullets,
his body JERKING around like a puppet.
They STORM toward the back.
INT. VIP ROOM - EARLY MORNING
Even plusher than the rest of the joint.
We see Tough-Looking Female Cop,
tied and gagged. Still out cold.
A pile of bodies in the corner.
Easy. Angel. Mickey. Vin. Harry. Pub. Ned.
And undereath them, Casey, eyes closed.
The door gets KICKED IN.
A pair of COMMANDOS RACE in.
See the carnage.
Pull off their masks. Walk over.
I think one of ‘em’s still alive.
A GIANT COMMANDO walks in.
Sees them. The bodies.
(sees the bodies)
Jesus fucking Christ.
And I thought the dead chick
in the bathroom was fucked.
Tall Commando bends down.
Feels Casey’s pulse.
She opens her eyes.
Looks at them.
Hold on miss, we’ll get you outta here.
Smart girl. Pretended she was dead.
(nods, to Casey)
Someday you’re gonna have a
great story to tell your grandchildren.
Casey stares at him a beat.
Her eyes flicker.
Make a great movie, don’t you think?