Thursday, December 31, 2009

Hell Hath No Fury

Happy fucking New Year's Eve, hardboiled crime motherfuckers! Ready to raise the roof tonight? Gonna go drink and drive? Maybe knock off a liquor store? Then get your fat asses over to the coolest joint in cyberspace, where the chick are hot, the drinks are cold, and the violence bloody ... at That Killing Feeling.

Onto the thrilling conclusion to LITTLE GIRL BLUE ... where would-be stripper/college coed Blue Wonder gets revenge, private eye Carrie Love and her ex-husband/ex-partner Bernie Keko mend fences, and Carrie's little brother Seth gets his girl ... Blue.


EXT. BEVERLY HILLS MANSION ESTATE - BACK YARD - NIGHT
Gero aims his gun at Blue.

GERO
Hold still or I’ll blow your fucking head off.

CARRIE
Races toward Gero and LEAPS on top of him.
GRABS the gun from his hand. WHACKS him on the head.

Incensed, Blue JUMPS UP. Starts KICKING HIM.

BLUE
MOTHERFUCKER!

BERNIE
RUNS over. Sees what’s going on.

BERNIE
Stop her. She’s gonna hurt him.

CARRIE
Let her get it out of her system.

BLUE
You KILLED MY SISTER.

She continues to wail on Gero.
He raises his hands in protest.
Taking her full wrath.

Seth gets up. Shakes his head. Brushes off the snow.

SETH
(watches Blue)
Whoah. Hell hath no fury.

BERNIE
(to Carrie)
I got a call from Eva.
You’re not gonna believe this --

CARRIE
Try me on for size.

BERNIE
You know the other goon?

CARRIE
That would be Tolly Chill.
The strip club manager.

BERNIE
Your MOTHER shot him. He’s dead.

CARRIE
Holy Oedipus complex.
(beat)
Guess I didn’t fall far from the tree after all.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Nobody MOVE. Or I’ll --
(hiccups)
SHOOT.

FISH
Walks toward the group.
Gun aimed at Carrie and Bernie.

FISH
Let him go.

Blue pulls out her gun and SHOOTS.
Gets him in the belly.

A red stain starts forming on his uniform.

FISH (CONT’D)
You fucking SHOT me.
You’re just -- a GIRL.

She FIRES again.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Gets him in the head.
He falls backwards into the snow.

BLUE
Who you calling a GIRL?

She PUMPS a few more shots in him.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

BLUE (CONT’D)
MOTHERFUCKER.

BERNIE
Think he’s dead now.

CARRIE
Feels good, doesn’t it.

BLUE
It’s a start.

EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - PRIVATE SECURITY CAR - AT THAT MOMENT
A police cruiser pulls up behind the empty car.
Two UNIFORMED OFFICERS get out.
Walk over and inspect it.

HOT FEMALE OFFICER
(shines a flashlight)
Yeah. It’s empty.

Loud BANGING from the trunk.

GRIZZLED VET OFFICER
What the fuck?

Hot Female goes to the trunk. Opens it.

IN THE TRUNK
Lies Tip. In his underwear.
Trussed up like a pig. Shivering.

TIP
Officers -- boy am I glad to see you.
(weak smile)
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

INT. MARGO’S MANSION - DINING ROOM - DAWN
Some super-cool jazz rendition of a Christmas classic over --
The first rays of light stream in through the windows.
Carrie, Bernie, Seth and Blue sit at the large table.

Also seated are the two cops, and Tip, bundled up in a blanket.

HOT FEMALE OFFICER
This is really nice of you.

GRIZZLED VET OFFICER
Yeah, thanks. Sure smells great.
(smiles)
We’ll take your statements after we eat.
Fuck the chief if he can’t deal with it.

HOT FEMALE OFFICER
Besides, the crime scene techs have a lot of ground to cover.

Eva wheels Margo into the room holding a huge tray of food.

MARGO
This’ll give you guys a start.
I didn’t have enough eggs for everybody --

EVA
So we improvised.

MARGO
Eva added MILK. And CHEESE. Brilliant.

EVA
Old German trick.

They start serving the food. Everyone digs in.

CARRIE
(to Bernie)
About that -- thing that happened in the tunnel --

BERNIE
Never happened. Mum’s the word.
(hands her a plate)
Roll?

She takes one. Smiles. WOLFS it down.

BLUE
(to Seth)
So I was thinking --

SETH
(eating)
Yeah? About what.

BLUE
Well, if we could think of this as our first date,
we could get it out of the way.

SETH
Get what out of the way.

BLUE
This.

PUSH IN ON Blue. She leans over. Kisses him.
They fall into each other’s arms.

And start making out.

FADE TO BLACK

[ Coming next year ... BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES. ]

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