Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Leaving Las Vegas
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Hump Day. 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 27 of AFTERHOURS, in the aftermath of killing their intruders, Oscar-winning screenwriter Casey Montana and her captor, bad cop Danny Peel, start to bond when he tells her how he turned to a life of crime ...
INT. AFTER HOURS CLUB - EARLY MORNING
Mia makes coffee, eyes red-rimmed.
Bettie and Casey sit at the bar, in a daze.
Bettie pours a shot. Downs it.
Pours another. Slams it. Pours another.
Still trying to leave Vegas?
Hell, no. That fucking shit was PUNK ROCK.
I’m sorry Easy and Angel died and shit,
but that lit the fucking spark.
I haven’t felt this alive in YEARS.
Got all kinds of music in my head.
Danny and Sky walk in. Take seats.
The VIP room is starting to look like a morgue.
(looks at Mia)
I could go for a cup of coffee.
Make mine Irish.
You did good, kid.
I just got into character -- and did it.
How you holding up? You okay?
Top of the world, Ma.
No, seriously. You looked spooked.
But it’s a good kinda spooked.
I don’t know about you, but all this shit
gave me the kick in the ass I fucking needed.
I know, right? Now I don’t
give a shit what anybody thinks.
I fucked up, so I’ll pay the price.
I’ll get clean, go to rehab. Big fucking deal.
HIV is no longer a death sentence, right?
I’ll be fine. Hollywood loves a big comeback.
I can’t believe I was acting like such a pussy.
So the big, bad wolf ends up helping
everybody get their shit together.
Sure could use some of that myself about now.
Casey takes Danny’s hand in hers. Looks in his eyes.
So what happened? Why did you do it?
We should get going.
In a sec. I think we all wannna know.
(looks at the group, off their nods)
Rael and I used to be partners.
Started out squeaky clean. Loved the job.
Both of our fathers were cops,
real heroes, you know?
We walked the straight and narrow for a long time.
But cops don’t make very much money --
and every day you’re out there busting
these assholes who’ve got a shitload of cash.
You’re driving a Ford and they’ve got a Porsche.
You wear a Timex, they’ve got a Rolex.
You eat burgers, they have steak.
So one day you swipe a little cash after a bust.
Who’s gonna notice, right? Bust a guy who’s
got a couple-hundred grand, pocket ten.
Big fucking deal. Who does it hurt?
We started doing it more and more.
Thought of it as a bonus for doing a good job.
Take down some lowlife who had a million
in coke and a half-a-million in cash,
you deserve fifty-k for bringing him down.
Problem is, you start getting used
to the finer things in life.
A cabin up in Big Bear.
New clothes for the wife. Nice vacations.
You become addicted to spending it.
Almost like you want to get rid of it,
like you don’t really deserve it.
I know what you mean.
I spent so much money after the movie hit,
my accountant almost had a heart attack.
How did you stop?
I didn’t. Why do you think I need the next movie?
So, anyway -- I rip off a dealer
who turns out to be an informer,
get busted for being dirty
and get thrown off the force.
The wife’s not happy.
No more gravy train.
Ohimogd. She slept with Rael.
Are you fucking pyschic?
How did you know that?
Read a lot of books, watch a lot of movies.
I can predict a plot twist at twenty paces.
(sips his coffee)
So -- I did what any broke, jealous asshole would do.
Robbed the fucking creep that fucked my wife.
Only I didn’t think she’d be in bed with him
when I did it.
That’s some pretty intense shit.
I’m afraid I’m not the savior you think I am.
I’m just your garden variety criminal.
But you did it for love. That means something.
Love? I dunno. Jealous rage is more like it.
After I got kicked off the force,
our marriage was never the same.
I fucking lived for that job.
Well, you got the money.
And someone to tell my story.
Gonna make a hell of a movie.
Whattaya say we get the fuck outta here?
The buzzer RINGS.
URGENT MALE VOICE (O.C.)
OPEN UP, POLICE.