Yeah, Right - And I'm Lady Gaga

Happy Thursday, crime slicksters. You looking for some hardboiled-pulp-noir action? Then you've come to the right place ... where the chicks are hot, and your darkest desires become sins of the flesh ... at That Killing Feeling.

Onto today's joint from BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES, and hold onto your stick-shifts, kids, cause things are about get bloody ...

When we last left hooker Alona Tal and boozy screenwriter Holly Land, they had just had a few cocktails downstairs at the hotel bar, where they had to fend off the advances of a jerk of a reporter. Holly then went back to her room to crash, and Alona went to service another 'client,' but when Holly is awakened by Alona's screams, she rushes in to save her friend, with disasterous results ...


INT. HOLLY’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Holly lies in bed, sleeping like the dead. Mouth open.
There’s a BANGING on the wall. Followed by SHOUTING.

ALONA (O.C.)
NO, STOP it!
You’re HURTING ME!

Her eyes FLY OPEN.
She WHIPS off the covers.
LEAPS out of bed.
Bare feet SLAP the wooden floor.

HOLLY
Alona !

Holly looks around frantically.
GRABS a pair of scissors off her desk.
RACES out of the room.

INT. ALONA’S SHITTY HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Alona lies on her bed, trussed up like a pig.
Major bondage action.
Wrists tied to the bed.

A LARGE MAN (30’s) lies on top of her,
pumping up and down.
Fucking the shit out of her.
Alona wriggles and squirms.

ALONA
You’re -- HURTING ME.

Holly CHARGES in,
holding the scissors like a knife.

HOLLY
NO! STOP THAT.

She PLUNGES the weapon into his back.
He REARS BACK like a bull on steroids.

LARGE MAN
OWWW!

He turns around.
Sees Holly. Turns red.
Tries to reach around and grab the scissors.

LARGE MAN (CONT’D)
Fucking BITCH.

Holly GRABS a chair.
SMASHES it over his head. CRACK.
He FLIES off the bed,
HITS the floor, face up.
Plunging the scissors all the way in.
Dead on arrival.

HOLLY
Holy SHIT.

She RACES over to the bed.
Starts untying Alona.

HOLLY (CONT’D)
Are you okay?

ALONA
He was a trick, Holly.

HOLLY
(stops)
What?

ALONA
He wasn’t raping me.
He’s a john.

HOLLY
Yeah, right. And I’m Lady Gaga --

A sharp KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK at the door.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
HEY. Are you okay in there?

Alona and Holly look at each other. Shit.

ALONA
(whispers)
It’s the guy that just moved in down the hall --
(to the door)
Be there in a sec!
(whispers, to Holly)
Cover him with the bedspread and hide.
(off her look)
DO IT --

Holly RUNS to the bed.
Grabs the cover.
THROWS it over the body.
Dashes into the closet.

TO BE CONTINUED ...