Naughty Schoolgirl

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Onto today's blistering, white-hot installment from HIT & RUN HOLIDAY ...

In which wanted fugitive/screenwriter Friday Foster and her ex, disgraced cop Carrie Love subdue white slave trafficker/former Marine Bland Loosener ...

And then share a tender moment ...

Before something HORRIBLE happens.

INT. WHITE LINE PICTURES - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Carrie GRABS Bland. WRENCHES his arms back behind him.

SNAPS on cuffs. Friday PUNCHES him in the face. Lights out.

FRIDAY

Support our troops. Not.

CARRIE

So that’s how you take care of things?

Violence? I had him HANDCUFFED.

JIMMY JOE

Ah, c’mon -- that was self-defense.

Looks like he had it comin.’

CARRIE

Self Defense? Had it coming?

She TERRORIZED a restaurant.

Then a think tank.

Smashed a PULITZER PRIZE.

Hijacked a CAR.

And, is in possession of ILLEGAL WEAPONS.

FRIDAY

Well, if you’re going to nitpick.

(beat)

You walked out on me.

CARRIE

I was -- covered with soap. And you were -

(beat)

I’m sorry I split on you. I, I --

(beat)

Can’t handle the kinky stuff.

FRIDAY

It’s about control.

And letting go of it. Not pain.

I never hurt you.

You’re just afraid of what turns you on.

Naughty schoolgirl, hmmm?

CARRIE

I just want vanilla some of the time, you know?

Hearts and flowers? Candlelit dinners, watching bad rom-coms -

FRIDAY

That can be arranged. I do have an Enya CD, you know --

Carrie stares at Friday. Practically quivering.

CARRIE

I could really use a cigarette.

Friday pulls out her pack. Slides out two.

Fires them up. Inhales. Hands one to Carrie.

CARRIE (CONT'D)

Thanks.

Carrie takes a long drag. They stare at each other.

FRIDAY

We could go for a trial run. No strings.

Come with me. Break the rules.

Pause.

CARRIE

Goddammit.

FRIDAY

You know you want to.

CARRIE

You’re an evil temptress.

(beat)

But you know that.

FRIDAY

Come, little moth -- into the flame.

CARRIE

I’m a cop, Friday.

If I go with you, I can kiss my badge goodbye.

It’s all I have. My dad was a cop.

FRIDAY

So -- what. You’re gonna -- arrest me?

CARRIE

I don’t have to. A swarm of heat will be here any minute.

FRIDAY

(softly)

Yeah.

(to the executives)

Okay. We’re gonna ankle this joint. You’re all free to go.

DON

It’s about fucking time.

A sharp CRACK through the window. A bullet WHIZZES by.

Carrie clutches her stomach. OOF.

CARRIE

Huh?

A red stain appears on her shirt. Starts growing.

FRIDAY

NO.

Friday takes Carrie in her arms.

CARRIE

(tiny voice)

I’ve been -- shot.