Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Pretty In Pink


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 21 of THE INVISIBLE GIRL, Bettie tells Lonnie how much she enjoys killing, and that she can't wait to get revenge on the other popular kids that bullied her when they go to the prom ...


INT. LONNY’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Lonny and Bettie sit on his couch
in front of a giant spread
of food on the coffee table.
TV is on with the sound down.

A large bucket of chicken
floats in the air next to Lonny.

BETTIE (V.O.)
That was fucking INCREDIBLE.

A breast FLIES UP out of the tub.
CHEWING SOUNDS as it gets DEVOURED.

The bone FLIPS UP in
the air behind the couch.

BETTIE (V.O.)
(BURPS)
Did you see the look on his FACE?
He was scared SHITLESS.

Lonny picks up a giant
chocolate bar off the table.

Eats half of it in one bite.
Gulps it down. Looks nervous.

LONNY
Yeah, but --

BETTIE (V.O.)
But what?

LONNY
You SHOT him.

BETTIE (V.O.)
It was self-defense.

A DRUMSTICK comes FLYING UP.
It, too gets DEVOURED.

Then the BONE gets eaten
with a CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH.

LONNY
But he’s -- dead.

BETTIE (V.O.)
Damn straight.
And it felt GOOD.
I can’t wait to kill
ANOTHER ONE OF THEM.

LONNY
What?

BETTIE (V.O.)
Yeah. And you’re gonna be
right there with me,
making a video of it.
I want EVERYONE to know
not to FUCK with me.
(low, feral)
They have to PAY.

LONNY
Gee, I dunno, Bettie.

BETTIE (V.O.)
I know the deal, Lonny.

LONNY
What d-deal?

BETTIE (V.O.)
I saw how you looked at me
with those puppy dog eyes.
(going in for the kill)
When you asked me to prom?
(off his look)
So here’s what we’re gonna do.

LONNY
Wh-what’s that?

BETTIE (V.O.)
(low, scary)
You help me KILL them --
and I’ll go to
the prom with you.

LONNY
Really?

BETTIE (V.O.)
REALLY.
(beat)
So are you IN?

PUSH IN ON Lonny. Nodding.
Eyes darting back and forth --

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