Deck The Fucking Halls

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In Chapter 6 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, strip club owner Tolly Chill takes Blue Wonder to a swanky Christmas party in the Hollywood filled with celebrities. Meanwhile, private eye Carrie Love goes undercover as a caterer to keep an eye on her ...


EXT. LAUREL CANYON - MANSION - NIGHT
A swingin’ jazz version
of some Christmas tune over --

A futuristic mansion at the top of Laurel Canyon.
A pool to the side of the joint juts
out on stilts into the sky.

The skyline glitters down below.
Clear. Crisp. Gorgeous.

A big party is in full-swing.
The landscape is dotted with
GUESTS milling about.

Music plays on hidden loudspeakers.
Festive holiday decorations abound.
Christmas in Hollywood.

IN THE FRONT
The super-stretch pulls up to the VALETS.

One of them opens the door.
Tolly and Blue step out.

BLUE
This is -- amazing.

TOLLY
Welcome to paradise, baby.
Hot and cold running pleasure.
Deck the fucking halls.
(beat)
Excuse my French --

DOWN THE STREET
Carrie parks the Olds.
Gets out. Starts walking.

INT. MANSION - BALLROOM - NIGHT
A groovy world beat throbs over --

A cavernous space, art-directed to death.
Glossy, outre environs.

The kinda joint you see in coffee table books.
Like the UN of swinging parties.

ROCK MUSICIANS, POLITICIANS, WEALTHY INDUSTRIALISTS,
HEDGE FUND HIPSTERS, PRO ATHLETES, FASHIONISTAS
mingle and chatter with cocktails.

Tolly leads Blue through the crowd, in a daze.
He stops in front of a group of guests in a small cluster.

TOLLY
Everybody, I’d like you to meet Blue.
She’s my honored guest this evening.
Ripe for the picking,
and available to the highest bidder.
Talk about a 'stocking stuffer.'
(off her look)
I’m KIDDING.

A bleached blonde ROCK STAR
looks her over. Smiles.

BLEACHED BLONDE ROCK STAR
Hey, babe. Maybe later on
we can shake our tail feathers.
Find some mistletoe.

BLUE
Ohmigod. I’m a -- big fan.

BLEACHED BLONDE ROCK STAR
That makes two of us.

EXT. MANSION - BACK YARD - AT THAT MOMENT
Carrie makes her way carefully through the foliage.
Emerges in the rear of the back yard.
Scopes out the crowd.

CARRIE
I don’t fit the dress code.
Sore thumb city.

A SNOOTY CATERER walks by
in a black and white uniform.
Carrie follows him. Calls out.

CARRIE
Hey. The boss sent me.
Said you needed more people.

Snooty turns around.
Looks at Carrie. Sniffs.

SNOOTY CATERER
Well, I see someone is getting less picky.

INT. MANSION - BALLROOM - AT THAT MOMENT
Tolly and Blue stand and talk to another group of people.
A great-looking PRO BASEBALL PLAYER flirts with Blue.

PRO BASEBALL PLAYER
Milk-fed -- from the Midwest?

BLUE
Chicago suburbs, yes --
how did you know?

PRO BASEBALL PLAYER
I’m from Milwaukee.
Can spot a free-range filly every time.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Even without performance-enhancing supplements?

Reveal GERO CHILLIOCA (60’s),
a short, barrel-chested guy.

Hair in a white pompadour.
Cigar. Suave. Sophisticated.

Criminal mastermind deluxe.
And Tolly’s father.

GERO
Tolly, there you are.
(sees Blue)
And what have we HERE?

TOLLY
I told you, pop.
Heaven sent us an angel.

GERO
(takes Blue’s hand)
Pleased to meet you, Miss Wonder.
Tolly’s told me alot about you.

BLUE
He has? He did? But we -- just met.

GERO
Ah, but great beauty travels fast --