The Killer Inside Her

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I Chapter 22 of DAZED, BEAUTIFUL & BRUISED, homicide detective Bernie Keko checks out the dead video store clerk in the morgue, courtesy of under-aged serial killer Sparkle Plenty ...


INT. MORGUE - DAY
Brightly lit, antiseptic.
Deep-freeze cold.

Bernie stands by the door,
listening on his cell phone.

Two Medical Examiner PARAMEDICS,
KENNY, white, and KENDRICK, black,
wheel in a BODY BAG on a gurney.

KENNY
You get your skins?
She give you a lil’
somethin-somethin?

The cultured, British national
stops the cart.

KENDRICK
(quiet, nasty)
You redneck git --
I’m from London, stop
with the bloody Ebonics.

Bernie talks into his cell.

KEKO
Carrie, if you’re there, pick up.
I know you’re mad,
and I don’t blame you,
but something’s happened.
We need you to --
(beat)
Fuck.
(sees the body)
Is that the motel room -- ?

KENNY
Freak show? Uh -- yeah.
Goddamn thought I’d seen everything.
Fucking Alpo time, dude.

KENDRICK
I must say I was impressed
with the attention to detail.
The victim is not only wearing
a choke chain and a collar,
but according to his tags --
it would appear he’s had
all his vaccinations.

KENNY
Rows and rows of the shit.
We’re talking major hypodermic action,
fuckin’ AIDS five-hundred.

KEKO
(walks over)
Open up the cinch-sack.

The big Jamaican-Brit zips
open the grey plastic, revealing --
the HIPSTER CLERK.
Wearing the dog costume.

KEKO (CONT’D)
Kinky. Disembowel freaky Fido.

Kendrick zips down the
furry body, revealing --

The clerk’s chest. Stippled with
rows of vicious puncture wounds
like bloody dominoes.

KEKO (CONT'D)
Whoever did this skipped
their anger management class.
(looks closer)
It looks like a -- pattern.

KENNY
Like someone played a buncha
'pick-6’s' on his six-pack.

KENDRICK
(to Kenny)
I told you -- it’s a message.
(to Bernie)
It’s the killer’s autograph.

Bernie stares at the human
pincushion. Gets an idea.

KEKO
(to Kenny)
Take off your shirt.

KENNY
What?

KEKO
(whips out a gun)
I said take off your shirt,
you fucking rube.
In case you haven’t noticed it,
we’ve got a human chia pet here
leaking out the evidence.

He clicks the safety.
The good ol’ boy strips off his top.

Bernie grabs the pale blue cotton,
places it on the body.

CLOSE ON --
Rows of red wounds.
Stippled in patterns.

The crimson dots bleed.
Start to connect. Form words.

'I’d like to thank the Academy,
my Mom, God, my agent -- '