Onto today's joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where we pick up the pace a bit ... when private eye Carrie Love rescues amateur stripper/college coed Blue Wonder from the clutches of white slave trafficker Tolly Chill and his father Gero, who have captured and drugged Blue, deep in the bowels of their Hollywood Hills mansion on Christmas Eve ...
EXT. POOL AREA - CABANA - NIGHT
Carrie leaves the cabana, now dressed in the drunk girl’s minidress.
Her hair is up, and she’s put on some makeup.
She ‘cleans up’ nicely.
She starts walking toward the party.
CARRIE
Always a bridesmaid --
Porkpie and another GOON walk by.
They give her the eye.
TALL GOON
Check out the gams on that one.
PORKPIE
Down, boy. We gotta filly to find.
EXT. PATIO - MOMENTS LATER
The auction is over. The patio is overflowing with guests mingling and smoking.
Carrie comes up the steps from the yard. Stops. Looks around.
Heads toward the entrance into the house.
Two MEN IN DASHIKIS watch her.
AFRICAN PRINCE
Now THAT is a fine specimen.
A meal fit for a king.
AFRICAN DIPLOMAT
The other white meat.
They look at each other. Chuckle.
Carrie nears the doorway.
Sees Tolly. Turns her head.
CARRIE
Shit.
And hurries inside.
INT. MANSION - REAR LOUNGE AREA - CONTINUOUS
Carrie walks down the corridor she was chased down earlier.
Gets to the door that Blue ran into. Looks around. Nobody.
She puts her ear against the wood. Listens.
Takes out a lock pick. Works it.
The door POPS open. She slips in.
INT. STUDY - CONTINUOUS
All lights out. Carrie tip-toes in the darkness.
She finds a lamp on the desk. CLICKS it on.
Sees Blue. Passed out in the chair. Head to the side.
CARRIE
BLUE.
She races over. Checks her pulse.
CARRIE (CONT’D)
Thank god.
The doorknob CLICKS.
CARRIE (CONT’D)
Shit.
She dashes over. CLICKS off the light.
Hides under the desk. The door OPENS.
In walks Tolly and Gero. The light CLICKS on.
TOLLY
See? I told you. She’s safe.
GERO
You fucking idiot.
What the fuck were you thinking,
bringing her HERE? Shit-head.
Always thinking with your dick.
(stares at Blue)
Wait a minute.
She’s the other dame’s sister, ISN’T she?
The one we had to whack.
The one that worked at the club.
TOLLY
Of course not.
You think I’m THAT stupid?
GERO
Yeah, I DO.
What were you planning to do with her?
TOLLY
Uh, I was gonna fuck her -- then whack her.
GERO
Well, there’s nothing wrong with that,
but you brought her HERE, to my HOME.
TOLLY
I didn’t wanna miss the party.
I was gonna do her afterwards --
and then take her somewhere and DO her.
GERO
Jesus fucking Christ on a stick.
(sighs)
Well, what’s done is done.
We’ll keep her here until the party’s over.
And then you whack her WITHOUT fucking her.
Got it?
TOLLY
Got it. I’m sorry, Pop.
I fucked up. Please forgive me.
GERO
Fuck it. It’s Christmas.
Let’s go join our guests.
I could really use a drink.
Tolly shuts off the light. They leave.
The door CLICKS shut.
Carrie emerges from under the desk.
She goes to Blue.
Unties her wrists, her feet.
Sees the ankle cuff.
CARRIE
She’s under house arrest.
Takes off the blindfold.
The gag. Sees she’s out cold.
She SLAPS Blue on the cheek.
Nothing. AGAIN. Still nothing.
CARRIE (CONT’D)
Shit.
Carrie looks around the room.
Sees a coffee machine.
She races over. Fills a cup with java.
Forces a cup down Blue’s throat.
Then another. Nothing.
Gets an idea.
She goes to the sink.
Fills a pitcher of water.
Carries it over to Blue --
And THROWS it on her face.
DRENCHING her. Blue stirs.
CARRIE (CONT’D)
NOW we’re talking.
(SLAPS her)
BLUE. Wake up. It’s ME, Carrie.
Blue opens her eyes. Groggy.
BLUE
Carrie?
CARRIE
C’mon. You gotta get up.
We gotta get you outta here.
BLUE
I’m -- all wet.
CARRIE
Sorry about that.
She LIFTS Blue up onto her feet.
BLUE
There were -- these men. They --
CARRIE
I know. Shhh. Save your strength.
Carrie pulls Blue toward the door.
Leans her up against the wall.
Slowly opens it. Peers out.
IN THE CORRIDOR
We see one of the GOONS standing guard.
IN THE STUDY
Carrie shuts the door.
CARRIE (CONT’D)
We’re gonna have to go out the window --
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