Happy Friday, crime scenesters. Ready for a balls-out kick in the stomach? A blast of firepower that'll blow your head clean off? Then hold onto your nuts and get your ass into the nastiest blog in cyberspace ... where you'll get That Killing Feeling ...Onto today's joint from HIT & RUN HOLIDAY, and this one's a corker.
The shit is hitting the proverbial fan at Club Fuck, where wanted fugitive Friday Foster is having a little bondage fun with her new fishie ... while white slave trafficker Bland Loosener butts heads with security ... which ends up in a most EXPLOSIVE confrontation ...
INT. CLUB FUCK - NIGHT
AT THE BACK BAR
Bland nurses a near-beer. Chats up a BLACK DYKE DOM.
Real menacing. If it weren’t for the Mr. Magoo designer specs.
BLAND
So are you male or female?
BLACK DYKE DOM
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
BLAND
(hears her voice)
I’m sorry -- ma’am.
I just met someone who -- she was a --
I mean, he was --
BLACK DYKE DOM
It’s your first time, isn’t it?
Bland pulls out the photo.
BLAND
And probably my last.
I'm looking for an old friend,
she’s in trouble --
(shows it to her)
Have you seen her?
BLACK DYKE DOM
That’s my girl on the six-o’clock news.
Mistress Bella Donna.
Knew she was bad, but not THAT bad --
BLAND
She come here often?
BLACK DYKE DOM
Hell, yeah. Not for awhile,
but she used to come every week.
She’s a major player.
(raises her glass)
Really happy to have her back.
BLAND
She’s here? Tonight?
BLACK DYKE DOM
(nods her head)
There she is. Over there --
FRIDAY
pulls Dolly through a black door in the back.
BLAND
jumps off his stool.
As he does, his coat FLASHES OPEN.
Revealing his shoulder-holster.
BLAND
Thank you. Excuse me.
BLACK DYKE DOM
You can’t go in there yet, it’s not --
But he’s off. Dashes toward the door. Now closed.
Two BURLY PIERCED BOUNCERS stand guard.
DYKE
leans in toward the bartender.
BLACK DYKE DOM (CONT'D)
GI jerk-off’s gotta piece. Tell security.
CARRIE
leads Kelly into the room.
CARRIE
Goddamit. Where is she? She was just here.
AT THE BACK DOOR
Bland pleads with the bouncers.
BLAND
It’s my sister, I need to talk to her,
it’s a family emergency --
PIERCED BOUNCER
I’m sorry, invited guests only.
The other bouncer touches his ear. Listens.
TRIBAL BOUNCER
Sir. I’m going to have to ask you to open your jacket --
With lightning-speed,
Bland GRABS each bouncer by the head --
and BANGS them together, CRACK.
They look at him. Blink.
PIERCED BOUNCER
Ow. That kinda hurt.
TRIBAL BOUNCER
That wasn’t very nice.
The brutes GRAB Bland by the arms. Take him away.
Carrie and Kelly quickly slip through the door.
INT. PLAY ROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
The decadent, subterranean croon of David Bowie’s cover of
GOD ONLY KNOWS soars through the dark haze.
Plain brick walls, a scattering of tables and chairs.
The crowd mingles, sip drinks, like any cocktail party.
Carrie and Kelly sit at a table in the back.
KELLY
So what’s the plan, Stan.
You gonna snap the cuffs on her?
CARRIE
If I arrest her, and it’s not Friday,
I’m afraid we’d be whipped to death.
ON STAGE
a platform, really --
A MASTER unshackles a SKINNY MAN in a jockstrap.
Tenderly takes his hand. Bows.
AS HE TURNS
we see criss-crossed red lashes on Skinny’s back.
FRIDAY
holds Dolly’s hand. Pulls her to center stage.
Guides her over to a large wooden cross, like a big ‘X’.
DOLLY’S EYES
flicker. Liquid. Innocent. Part fear. Part wet.
FRIDAY
places Dolly’s wrist on the wooden plank.
Into a shackle. CLICKS it shut.
Then the other. CLICK.
She slowly reaches up to the zipper at Dolly’s throat.
Slowly unzips it down. Down. Down.
Revealing plain, girlish lingerie. Pale, trembling skin.
Friday places Dolly’s left ankle on the cross.
CLICKS the shackle shut. Then does the right. CLICK.
She stops. Takes a red vinyl-gloved hand,
strokes Dolly’s calf. Dolly shudders. Blissed.
Then slowly, achingly -- goes up, up Dolly’s leg.
Reaches her soft, milky thigh. Stops.
DOLLY
quivers. Bites her lip. Closes her eyes.
A tear of pleasure trickles down. Yes.
Friday’s hand continues on it’s journey.
Reaches Dolly’s panties.
A small wet spot glistens.
Stops.
Dolly’s hips buckle. She can’t take it. Please.
A FETISH COUPLE watches.
Holding hands. GIRL dabs her eyes.
CARRIE
stares. Repulsed. Scared. Turned on.
Gunshots POP! POP! POP!
A woman SCREAMS. Pandemonium.
Clubbers STAMPEDE for the exit.
But it’s LOCKED.
FRIDAY
Shit!
She quickly undoes Dolly’s restraints.
CLICK, SNAP, CLICK, SNAP.
GRABS Dolly’s hand.
Pulls her toward backstage.
FRIDAY (CONT'D)
C’mon, baby, we gotta split -- last call.
IN THE ALLEY
a door BANGS open. The women RACE outside.
THE LIMO
idles nearby.
The DRIVER starts to get out.
Friday GRABS the door.
Opens it. SHOVES Dolly inside.
FRIDAY (CONT'D)
(to the driver)
Get back in, now!
We GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!
Go, go, move, MOVE!
IN THE PLAYROOM
Bland stands in the entrance.
Door blasted off its hinges.
Points twin handguns at the petrified crowd.
BLAND
Don’t be alarmed. I’m looking for someone.
And when I find her, you can all go. Unharmed.
(beat)
Perverted, but unharmed.
TWEEKER BOY
You wouldn’t dare.
Bland SHOOTS him in the foot, BANG.
The boy SCREAMS in pain.
Hits the floor. Holds his boot, blood pouring out.
TWEEKER BOY (CONT'D)
You fucking SHOT me!
BLAND
Try dancing now.
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