This Little Piggy

Happy 'hump day,' crime buffs. Are you 'working for the weekend?' Do you need a little balls-out action to get you throught your dreary little lives? Well, then you've come to the right place. Where the girls are hot, the action is hotter, and you're living on the edge with THAT KILLING FEELING.

Screened a real sleeper last night. TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES, N.M., directed by and starring Kiefer Sutherland. Solid heist thriller, also starring a very young Vicent Gallo, Kim Dickens and Kevin Pollack. Keifer and the gang rip off a drug dealer, and then have to go on the lam from the cops -- and the mob -- in this high-tension road trip. They take hostage a couple vacationing in their RV, and things get a little tricky when the husband starts to admire the bad guys. A ripping good time. Not a great film, but a lot of fun. Two guns up!

Onto today's joint from NOWHERE GIRL, where things go from the bloody to the romantic.

In part 1, Sledge Crafton interrogates a 'terrorist', while Avi Abbas recieves oral pleasure in his office after hours ...

And in part 2, Cherry Nation and Peeler Mardo ... take a little 'breather.'


INT. DOWNTOWN LOFT - NIGHT
Deserted, except for Avi, sitting at his desk,
facing the floor-to-ceiling windows,
city lights twinkling below.

AVI
(to someone unseen)
Ahhhhh, that’s it, baby -- that’s it.

He picks up the phone.
Dials a number. Listens.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. INTELLIGENCE OFFICE - BASEMENT - AT THAT MOMENT
Crafton is supervising the interrogation of an IRANIAN PRISONER,
who is hanging from a steam pipe by a chain, shirtless, blindfolded --
and quite bloody.

He takes a sip of his tumbler of scotch.
SLAPS the prisoner.

SLEDGE
Tell me, you fucking SAND NIGGER!
Give me his NAME.

IRANIAN PRISONER
I don’t KNOW,
I am not TERRORIST,
I am DRY CLEANER!

Crafton nods at a LARGE, SURLY SOLDIER
holding a rose clipper around the big toe
of one of the prisoner’s bare feet.

SLEDGE
This little piggy went TO MARKET.

Surly SNIPS, CRUNCH,
and the toe FLIES IN THE AIR like a watermelon seed.

The prisoner SCREAMS. Blood flows.

Crafton’s cell phone rings.
He fishes it out of his pocket.

SLEDGE (CONT’D)
(to the prisoner)
Hold that thought.
(beat)
Crafton here.

AVI
It’s Avi. I wanna know what the fuck’s going on with the --
(beat)
Shipment --
(beat)
Crafton.

Avi leans back in his chair,
rolls his head slowly.

SLEDGE
Do I have to fucking SPELL IT OUT for you?
The rogue courier is being TERMINATED,
and her replacement is delivering the package.
We have it HANDLED.

AVI
Goddammit, Crafton --
your fucking rogue killed my best man.
I’m not sure I -- trust you anymore.

He closes his eyes.
In some kind of ecstacy.

SLEDGE
Trust ME?
Now you listen to me, you fucking TOWELHEAD --
you’re lucky we don’t fucking SHUT YOU DOWN.
I represent THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT --
and this is a BUSINESS DEAL -- FOR MONEY.
Haven’t you heard of IN GOD WE TRUST?
(dramatic)
The buyer will get THE PACKAGE.

AVI
Okay -- okay --
(moans)
Ahhh --
(beat)
AHHHHHHHHHH --

His body JERKS. He smiles, peaceful.

SLEDGE
Abbas? You there?

A TALL BLONDE
pops up from under the desk.
Wipes her mouth with a tissue.

Avi SNAPS his fingers.
Points.
She leaves.

AVI
Yeah -- I’m here.

He lights a cigarette. Inhales.
Blows a lazy smoke ring.

AVI (CONT’D)
Just make sure it happens -- soon.
We don’t want the buyer to get upset
and cause an incident.

SLEDGE
I’m not worried.
They’re in fucking Hollywood.
Why do you think we chose that location?

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - WOODED AREA - NIGHT - AT THAT MOMENT
It’s stopped raining. Cherry and Peeler
walk up the incline though sparse foliage.
They reach a narrow, winding road.

CHERRY
Thank fucking god.
I’m cold, I’m wet --
and I’m fucking TIRED.

PEELER
(points at the sign)
Check it out. We’re almost there.

They start walking up the steep incline.

CHERRY
After this is done,
I can’t wait to have a stiff drink
and a long, hot shower.

Cherry trudges on.
White knuckles gripping the briefcase.

PEELER
So listen, I was wondering --
when this is all over,
would you like to, you know --
go have coffee or something?

CHERRY
(does a take)
You mean like a -- date?

PEELER
No, not a DATE.
You know, just -- hang out.
You know, coffee.
Maybe grab a burger --

CHERRY
(faint smile)
That’d be -- nice.

A tear runs down her cheek.
She stops. GRABS him.
Gives him a long, lingering kiss.

PEELER
What was that for?

CHERRY
Not sure. But I kinda liked it.
(kisses him again)
Yeah. That’ll work.