Ah, Sunday. A day of ... depravity. Sin. Sloth. Envy. Unspeakable acts of violence. A day when you've had enough, and something inside you SNAPS ... and you get That Killing Feeling.Onto today's lip-smackin' sequence from HIT & RUN HOLIDAY, where things are really heating up.
First up, while wanted fugitive/screenwriter Friday Foster holds White Line Pictures hostage at gunpoint, white slave trafficker/former Marine Bland Loosener is hot on her trail, and arrives on the scene ...
Just as disgraced cop/former flame Carrie Love, along with moonlighting reporter Kelly Klavan, join the festivites ...
While Friday make her demands of revenge.
And redemption.
Live, on TV.
EXT. WHITE LINE PICTURES - FRONT ENTRANCE - MORNING
Bland BURSTS through the front door.
Dashes over to the front desk.
Gets in Mr. George’s face.
BLAND
Did a female just come in here?
Tall, big boobs -- brown hair?
MR. GEORGE
Friday Foster?
(off his nod)
Yes, she did.
Moments ago, in fact.
BLAND
I’m supposed to be in the meeting with her.
What floor did she go to?
MR. GEORGE
Six. But you have to sign the book first.
(beat)
Why are you dressed to go to war?
BLAND
Thanks.
(grabs the pen, signs)
Because the film biz IS war.
He goes to the elevators. Enters one.
MR. GEORGE
(reads the book)
Your name is Donald Duck?
BLAND
(as the elevator opens)
It’s a family name.
(loud)
DIS-MISSED.
The doors close.
CARRIE AND KELLY
race in. Out of breath.
Trot over the desk.
CARRIE
Did a woman come in here?
Her name is --
MR. GEORGE
Friday Foster?
Yes. She is quite popular.
You here for the meeting, too?
CARRIE
What floor is ‘the meeting’ on?
KELLY
Who else came here for 'the meeting?'
MR. GEORGE
(to Kelly)
Tall, military gentleman in camouflage.
A Mr. Duck.
(to Carrie)
On six. Executive floor.
CARRIE
Duck? What the fuck kinda name is that?
MR. GEORGE
It’s a family name.
I find it rather charming, myself.
And I’m a big supporter of fowl.
Sign in, please. Security reasons --
we have top security.
CARRIE
(signs, sarcastic)
Well, that’s obvious.
Kelly signs.
Carrie dashes over to the elevator.
Then, Kelly.
MR. GEORGE
Your names are 'Mr. and Mrs. Pig?'
CARRIE
Yeah. He’s Porky, and I’m Oprah.
Kinda ironic. I’m the cop --
KELLY
A-bee-a-da-bee-a-da-bee-a-da-bee --
Th-th-tha-at’s all, folks.
The doors close.
MR. GEORGE
(shakes his head slowly)
That must be some kinda meeting.
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Carrie gets in Don’s face.
FRIDAY
I want a news crew, NOW.
DON
Get that fucking gun out of my face.
GARY
We’ll release a statement to Variety.
FRIDAY
No. FUCK Variety.
They report SHIT. LIES.
I’m talking REAL MEDIA.
This is MY LIFE, my ART, my CRAFT --
not some bullshit PR high-concept SPIN.
(quiet, deadly)
This is the story of a writer whose passion project
was dangled in front of her like a carrot on a DICK,
and then wiped on her ass
and flushed down the FUCKING TOILET.
DON
Listen to me, you smug little wannabe.
I’m the head of this fucking studio,
I DANCE WITH THE DEVIL,
and not EVEN I have green light power!
We vote by COMMITTEE.
And marketing didn’t know how to sell it,
they said it was too --
FRIDAY
What? Edgy? Controversial?
But that’s what you LIKED about it,
you fucking phony, hypocritical DUMB-SHIT.
(beat)
And you had the NERVE so say that ‘Brave New Girl’
was ‘the best script you ever read.’
JIMMY JOE
Brave New Girl?
You wrote that?
I LOVED that script.
They were gonna offer me the part of --
uh, what’s his name -- Serge.
FRIDAY
Serge? You’re not right for Serge.
What part of ‘tall, dark, and Euro-suave’ didn’t you get?
JIMMY JOE
Hey, my agent sent it to me.
Can’t blame a guy for tryin’ to stretch.
Besides, I’ve always been curious about --your kinda gurl.
FRIDAY
You have?
JIMMY JOE
Well, after you’ve exchanged vows written in blood
with the hottest woman on the planet,
all the rest are just vanilla.
FRIDAY
You know, you’re much better looking in person.
JIMMY JOE
(shy)
Uh -- thanks.
(beat)
You’re not so bad yourself --
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