Happy Wednesday, work-week humpsters. Welcome to the dark side. It's time for another installment of those hardboiled, pulp shenanigans on Wilshire Boulevard. So choose your favorite piece, load up on ammo, and get your murderous butts in here ...Screened an oddity last night -- W, from the demented mind of Oliver Stone. Fascinating, but a train wreck. Josh Brolin was amazing as W, and most of the supporting cast was ... interesting. Jeffrey Wright, great as Colin Powell. Richard Dreyfus, awesome as Cheney, as was James Cromwell as George Senior. Toby Jones was a hoot as Rove, but Thandie Newton as Condi was ... weird. She looked perfect, but the accent was ... weird. Script was all over the place, some moments were fascinating, some ridiculous. It wasn't exactly cohesive storytelling, more like a tone poem. I still don't know what to think about it. Hmmm.
But at least that 8-year nightmare is over.
Onto today's joint from Wilshire Bouleard. A two-parter. And this one's a real corker.
Part 1: Gay Flender, wife of murdered producer Harvey, has a most ... unusual sexual encounter.
Part 2: Assassin/filmmaker Phillie Pfugg and his mate Chinette make a 'fake' snuff film ... with the most horrific results.
Let the games begin ...
EXT. FLENDER ESTATE - FRONT LAWN - DAY
Sprinklers WHOOSH water across the immaculate grounds.
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Gay looks at her watch. Anxious. Goes to the fridge.
Gets a bottle of wine. Pours a glass. Takes a sip.
Rummages through her purse on the counter.
Pulls out a vial. Shakes out a pill. GULPS it down.
More wine.
Suddenly the glass in the outside patio door SHATTERS.
A GLOVED HAND reaches in.
YANKS the door open.
A FIGURE IN BLACK
wearing a stocking mask enters.
Gay SHRIEKS.
The intruder pulls out a GUN.
HOODED FIGURE
(muffled)
Shut the fuck up, and you won’t get hurt.
Hooded walks up to her.
Leans in. Takes a whiff.
HOODED FIGURE (CONT’D)
You smell nice.
(strokes her hair)
Feel nice.
(her cheek)
Soft. Real soft.
GAY
Please, I’ll -- do anything you want.
HOODED FIGURE
You got that right.
He GRABS her wrist.
YANKS her toward the living room.
ON THE STAIRWAY
Hooded PUSHES her forward, up the steps.
She TRIPS. Falls.
He PICKS HER UP.
Carries her into --
THE BEDROOM
where he THROWS her on the king-size.
GAY
Please, don’t -- please don’t, kill me.
HOODED FIGURE
(SLAPS her face)
Shut up.
He SLAPS duct tape on her mouth.
Pulls out a large, gleaming hooked KNIFE.
RIPS a button off her blouse.
TEARS it open.
Goes to her skirt.
YANKS it off.
Gay trembles. Scared shitless.
He SNIPS off her bra.
Then her panties.
Hooded turns her on her stomach.
Drops his pants.
Enters her from behind.
Sharp, animal THRUSTS.
Gay CRIES OUT.
He grunts. Groans. She moans.
Getting turned on. Inflamed.
Hooded COMES violently.
Gay SHRIEKS with passion.
They stop. Muscles clenched.
Then let go. He rolls off her. Reaches over.
YANKS off the tape. Pulls off his stocking.
We see it’s MODI.
He turns to Gay. Beaming.
MODI
That was unbelievable.
We gotta do this again.
Gay smiles. Fires up a smoke.
Exhales a French curl.
GAY
How about -- naughty Girl Scout selling cookies?
PUSH IN ON Modi.
His crude, arrogant leer.
MODI
I’ll take two boxes of the thin mints.
INT. PFUGG RESIDENCE - BASEMENT - AT THAT MOMENT
A gorgeous, faded B-MOVIE QUEEN sits tied to a chair.
A scrap of plywood strapped across her chest.
Mouth tightly gagged.
She struggles against her restraints.
KICKS the floor.
We recognize her as the star of DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY.
Phillie frames the scene through a digital video camera.
CHINETTE
(whispers)
This is gonna look so real.
(looks at B-Movie)
I mean, check it out. That’s Heather Dick.
From ‘La Cienega Place.’ One of my shows.
And she thinks she’s gonna die.
PHILLIE
(to Heather)
See what happens when you start chasing
the YouTube demographic?
(to Chinette)
Okay. Time to suspend your disbelief.
Places, please.
Chinette finds her mark. Facing Miss Dick.
PHILLIE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
And -- action.
CAMERA POV
The muscle-woman slowly removes her hoodie --
Revealing an hourglass shape in a merry widow.
And a black leather shoulder holster.
She reaches behind, slides out a PISTOL --
and takes aim.
B-Movie JERKS against the ropes,
muffled gagging screams.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
CLOSE ON --
Heather Dick.
Slumped over in the chair.
Bullet holes in the wood.
Blood seeping down her body.
CHINETTE (O.S.)
Oh my GOD, holy SHIT, I’ve SHOT her!
(turns)
You said we were using BLANKS.
PHILLIE
stares in disbelief.
Then, the barest hint of smile.
PHILLIE
We were -- at least, I thought we were.
(beat)
Well, at least know it looks -- realistic.
CHINETTE
Realistic? Realistic? REALISTIC?
I just fucking KILLED someone!
PUSH IN ON Phillie.
Cluck-clucking.
PHILLIE
Darling.
Haven’t you heard the phrase
sacrificing for your art?
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