Death On Demand

Happy hump day, crime motherfuckers. Are you ready for a blistering hot slab of hardboiled pulp, served a side order semi-automatic weapons? Then you've come to the right place, were the chicks are smokin', and the action is boiling ... at That Killing Feeling

Onto today's joint from LEGS, and hold onto your phallic symbols, kiddies, cause it's gonna be a bumpy night in the dungeon ...

Insane former CIA spook The Bagger is on his way to the crime scene, along with his partner in crime, the murderous, crossdressing assassin, 'Cindy.'

Meanwhile, private eye Carrie Love is preparing to appear in the first movie ... which may also be her last ... (seeing as how it's a snuff film.)

INT. CLUB CHERRY - NIGHT

David Bowie/T-Rex 70’s rock at an EAR-SHREDDING volume.

Very glam, very glitter. The packed club is jamming.

Smoke machines. Mirrored balls. Go-go dancers on pillars.

Boys, girls and everything inbetween writhe with abandon.

A COOL GUY and a HOT CHICK twist and shake it.

The babe, (23), mod, waifish, vibrates like a woman possessed.

THE CHICK

stops dancing. Opens her eyes.

Pulls out her BlackBerry.

CLOSE ON --

The LCD display.

"The geese are in flight. Pack your lipstick. Love, Mom."

THE CHICK

YELLS something in the guy's ear. Bolts for the door.

EXT. CLUB CHERRY - CONTINUOUS

She FLIES down the outside staircase.

Six-inch platforms CLATTER, BANG-BANG on the metal steps.

ON THE SIDEWALK

she fingers a number on her cell.

EXT. MULLHOLLAND DRIVE - NIGHT

A candy-apple red ‘65 Ford Mustang convertible stops at a light.

Music blares on the stereo.

IN THE CAR

is the Bagger. Singing along.

His phone rings. He answers it.

THE BAGGER

James?

(beat)

Or is it Cindy tonight?

He lights up a Gitanes.

THE BAGGER (CONT'D)

Cindy -- nice. What are you wearing?

Wait, don't tell me. I like surprises.

SPLIT SCREEN WITH:

INT./EXT. CINDY'S MIATTA - CONTINUOUS

We recognize Cindy as the hot chick from the club.

Surprise.

CINDY

I knew I shouldn't have worn heels tonight.

THE BAGGER

The clock's running, girlie-girl, no time to worry about that.

(sips from a flask)

You pack the trunk?

CINDY

Honey, my trunk is always packed.

INT. THE BAGGER'S JAGUAR - CONTINUOUS

He tosses the phone. Shoves in a CD.

The Sex Pistol’s ominous SUBMARINE floods into the car.

He CRANKS IT UP.

The madman cracks open an amyl nitrate ampule.

INHALES it viciously. Sings along at the top of his lungs.

THE BAGGER

I’m on a submarine mission for you, baby.

I wanna go down on your watery love --

INT. KLAUS' STUDIO - NIGHT

The power is back on. Carrie’s tied to the chair.

Jorel confers with Samms at the control board.

JOREL

Can you lose a couple of the lights?

I'm fucking frying in this thing.

Now I know why priests always look so serious and shit.

They're fucking dying.

Felina huddles with Klaus by the camera.

KLAUS

What a deliciously demented idea --

brilliant, fucking brilliant.

A streaming "Divorce Court" for the information age.

Death on demand.

Felina, when you're good, you're very good.

FELINA

And when I'm bad, I fucking come for hours.

(to Samms)

Hey Triple-X -- can I borrow your phallic symbol?

SAMMS

If I can slip one in the chamber.

KLAUS

Enough witty repartee.

Give her the fucking gun.

And give me a light reading.

She grabs it. Marches over to Carrie. Kneels at her feet.

CARRIE

That's an awfully big assault weapon you have there, Mrs. Peel.

FELINA

All the better to end your enslavement, Miss Moneypenny.

She pulls out a knife. Starts cutting the rope.

CARRIE

They're letting me go?

FELINA

You're gonna be in the movie.

CARRIE

What? I thought you were --

FELINA

I am. Just keep quiet. And do what I say.