Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Happy Hump Day, 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 8 of DAZED, BEAUTIFUL & BRUISED, sparks fly when undercover cop Carrie Love penetrates the scene at an adult film shoot, where she runs into the impossibly gorgeous porn star Laura Lang ...
EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS MANSION - DAY
Carrie stands at the front door.
Regards the opulence.
She looks smokin’ in a halter,
cutoffs and platform sandals.
My contact’s name was Zette Duquesne.
She was a nice girl, came
from a rich French family,
descended from royalty.
Until she was busted with a
shitload of coke driving naked
on Mulholland Drive at five AM.
Of course, I didn’t know that
the night I picked her up at Girl Bar.
Didn’t know she worked
in the porn industry, either.
No wonder she asked if I had handcuffs.
Lucky for me I never told her I was a cop.
Wasn’t in the mood for nightstick games.
Just wanted plain, French vanilla, thank you.
INT. MANSION - FOYER - CONTINUOUS
Laura stands at her mark in a
cheap Chanel knock-off that
flies off her curves.
Studies her lines.
It was one of those moments
that only happen a couple
of times in your life.
If you’re lucky.
All of a sudden I was
face to face with the most
incredibly stunning creature
I’d ever seen.
(off the script, without feeling)
'Oh my god. It’s so fucking huge.
I don’t think I can take it all.'
(closes her eyes, memorizing)
'Oh my god. It’s so fucking huge -- '
Carrie watches. Stopped in her tracks.
'I don’t think I can take it all.'
The rest of the line.
They both stare.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.
I was just passing through --
A clock CHIMES somewhere.
You’re -- visiting someone?
(trying to be casual, not successful)
Yeah, uh -- Zette, the make up girl?
So you’re 'Legs.'
Uh, yeah. Actually, it’s -- Carrie.
I see why.
Klaus charges in.
Laura, there you are.
We’re ready to do the, uh --
Oh, alright. If you insist.
And you, Miss Legs.
I need to have a word with you -- later.
Uh, yeah --sure thing.
A -- word.