Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A Stitch In Time

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Onto today's joint from LITTLE GIRL BLUE, where the shit is now hitting the proverbial fan.

When we last left private eye Carrie Love, she was defending her family against a home invasion on Christmas Eve in Beverly Hills in the middle of a freak snowstorm, but now her mother is having another seizure, more goons are making their way into the house, and the drunken local private security patrol has just been informed that there have been 'shots fired' ...


INT. BEVERLY HILLS MANSION - STUDY - NIGHT
Margo is having another SEIZURE. Layla holds her hand.
Increases the dosage on her drip.

LAYLA
We need a doctor, NOW. I don’t know what else to do.
(looks at everyone)
I’m just a NURSE.

SETH
(rushes over to her)
Mom, are you okay? Can you hear me?
(to Layla)
You gotta DO something.
Can’t you give her anything?

BLUE
Ohmigod.

She rushes to Seth.
Collapses in his arms.
He comforts her.

SETH
(to Eva)
Can’t YOU do something?
You were a doctor.

EVA
I was a doctor -- back in Germany.
But here in America, they don’t acknowledge my degree.

She looks off into space.
A bitter memory.
Stares at Margo.
Something resembling concern flashes on her face.

EVA (CONT'D)
(to Layla)
Do you have any morphine?
Something to knock her out?

LAYLA
I have Dilaudid --

EVA
Perfect. Give her 10 cc’s.

LAYLA
But that might -- put her in a coma.

EVA
Not that much.
And it would stop any brain damage.
(smiles)
It’s a European method.
Not used here in the States.
Simple, but effective.
Give her the Dilaudid,
and then a blood thinner.
The combination of the drugs --
something to stop the seizures,
and then something to open up
the artery to the brain -- can work.

SETH
(to Layla)
Go ahead, do it.

Layla crosses herself.
Pulls a small bottle out of her bag.

INT. SECURITY PATROL CAR - AT THAT MOMENT
Tip is fast asleep. He snores lightly. The radio SQUAWKS.

BITCHY DISPATCHER (O.C.)
Base to Unit Three, come in.

But he’s really sawing wood.
Dead to the world.

BITCHY DISPATCHER (O.C.) (CONT'D)
BASE TO UNIT THREE, do you COPY?

Tip SNORTS. Must be a great dream.

BITCHY DISPATCHER (O.C.) (CONT'D)
UNIT THREE, ARE YOU THERE?

He stirs. Opens his eyes.
Looks at the radio.
Reaches over, grabs the transmitter.

TIP
This is Unit -- Three. Whassup?

BITCHY DISPATCHER
Have a nice nap?

TIP
I wasn’t sleeping.
(rubs his eyes)
Is that you, Dick?
You sound -- different.

BITCHY DISPATCHER
NO, it’s not DICK. This is Germaine.

TIP
Gare-main?

GERMAINE
I’m a temp.

TIP
Oh. So what’s up?

GERMAINE
Got a call. Shots fired.
Sixteen hundred block of Sunset.
Probably a crank,
but you should check it out.

TIP
It’s Christmas Eve, for Chrissakes.
It’s a crank.

GERMAINE
Better check it out. A stitch in time.

TIP
Gee. Thanks for the pearls of wisdom.

GERMAINE
I don’t think I like your attitude.

TIP
That makes two of us, fella.

GERMAINE
Asshole.

TIP
FREAK.

He shuts off the radio. Pissed off.
He starts the engine.

TIP (CONT’D)
Well, that’ll wake you up --

EXT. MARGO’S MANSION - BACK YARD
It’s really coming down now. Snow drifts everywhere.
The joint is now like a white shroud.

Tolly and Porkpie stand on the ladder,
now up against another window.
Porkpie’s at the top. Looks down at Tolly.

TOLLY
Try to open it. Slowly. Don’t make any noise.

PORKPIE
Fucking snow. Ladder is slippery.
Hold my ankles, willya?

Tolly does. Porkpie reaches up.
Holds onto the bottom of the window.
Gives it a push. It opens.

PORKPIE (CONT’D)
Hey. Look I found under the tree.

TOLLY
So make like Saint Nick and get the fuck in there.

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