Friday, June 16, 2017
Learning The Ropes
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In Chapter 6 of DAZED, BEAUTIFUL & BRUISED, homicide dick Carrie Love tangles with fellow cop Bernie Keko, her ex-husband when they're both assigned to the same case and have to question a suspect ... on the set of a porn shoot.
INT. POLICE PRECINCT - SQUAD ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Carrie’s being grilled by
homicide detective BERNIE KEKO (40s),
Armenian, good-looking on a budget,
an angry Russell Crowe-type.
With a sense of humor.
That’s my soon-to-be ex-husband Bernie.
A decent guy -- when he’s not being a
stubborn, jealous mass
of insecure testosterone.
CLOSE ON --
Can’t really blame him, though.
Imagine how you would feel
if you found out your woman
was leaving you -- for another woman.
Bad example. Half of you
probably just got aroused.
You’re drinking on duty again, Legs.
You smell like you went down on Jim Beam.
And that’s the third vehicle
you’ve trashed this month.
You’ve used up all
your second chances, babe.
Lipshitz is gonna can that
tight little ass of yours.
Hey, it’s not gonna be believable if
my breath smells like fucking Aquafresh.
It’s called undercover, hello?
I can’t sit there sucking on
a wheat grass smoothie, for chrissakes. And as for the car, I was chasing a perp. Can I help it if Venice Beach is so treacherous? In case you didn’t notice -- I got the collar!
Police chief LARRY LIPSHITZ (50s) strolls in.
Weary. Seen it all. Small and round.
In a perfect universe -- Danny DeVito.
You two. I could hear you all
the way down the hall in the can.
Only place I can get
any peace around here.
She started it.
Don’t look at me, chief -- I’m just
kneeling at the altar of Sipowitz here.
Bernie, you gotta grieving widow
waiting for you upstairs.
And you, Miss Legs --
you’re off the homeless thing.
What? You can’t --
(grins, starts toward the door)
I told you --
But I almost have that fucker.
I’m putting you on the
copycat movie killer thing.
(stops, whirls around)
Hey, that’s my case.
Yeah, that’s his case.
Correction, it’s both your case’s now.
We’ve got three more bodies
sprayed like chunks in sauce
on a porn soundstage in the valley.
The press is having a fucking field day --
and the commissioner is so far up my ass,
my prostrate is deciding on a bridal registry.
We need someone on the inside.
(off Carrie’s look)
On the inside where? A porn shoot?
Yeah. Ilona found a guy on the ‘net
that shoots amateur videos --
and what look like fake snuff films.
Remember Bruce Ball? The guy you were
after last year on that S&M reality show thing?
We think he might be the perp.
And Duquesne says he just
started principal photography.
And, what -- you want me to spread my legs
for truth, justice and the eight-o’clock news?
Why do you think they call you a peace officer?
You expecting the lame ‘undercover’ joke?
I’ll go get waxed right away.
Larry, we went over this.
I’m going undercover.
Do my Dirk Diggler thing.
I don’t think you can -- pull it off.
Pull it off? Pull it off?
Are you casting aspersions on
my -- swordsmanship?
It’s an all-girl flick, Bernie.
(eyes light up)
What’s the title?
'Learning the Ropes.' Catchy, huh.
PUSH IN ON Carrie’s face. Raring to go.
I certainly hope so --