Cinema Verite

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In Chapter 24 of LEGS, Episode Two, the exciting conclusion of this episode, private eye Carrie Love posts bail for her girlfriend, porn star Laura Lang at police headquarters. Meanwhile, Laura's director Klaus Speer reveals his evil plans for Laura ...


INT. SHERIFF’S STATION - DUSK
A small, cluttered, drab lobby.

A BORED-LOOKING FEMALE DEPUTY
sits behind the counter.
Carrie hands her a check.

CARRIE
Here you go.
Promise it won’t bounce.

BORED-LOOKING FEMALE DEPUTY
(takes it)
You sure know how to pick ‘em, honey.
(picks up the phone, dials a number)
Alex, it’s Latifah.
Someone’s just posted Laura Lang’s bail.
Can you bring her out?
(listens)
Better not let the chief hear you
talk like that.
(hangs up, to Carrie)
It’ll just be a minute.
(low, conspiratorial)
So what’s the sex like
with a porn star?

CARRIE
If I answer that,
you’ll have to arrest me.

A side door opens,
and out comes Laura.

Makeup smeared, hair a mess.
Eyes red from crying.
She RACES into Carrie’s arms.

LAURA
Carrie --

CARRIE
(hugs her tight)
It’s okay, baby.
It’s gonna be okay.

LAURA
(a whisper)
I’m so glad you’re here --
it was terrible --
they were so mean to me --

They hold each other a long beat.
Then Carrie pulls away.

CARRIE
You wanna stop somewhere
on the way home and
pick up something to eat?
You must be starving.

LAURA
(low)
Honey, I got all I want
to eat right here.

LATIFAH
I heard that.

INT. CARRIE’S PORSCHE - MOVING - DUSK
Carrie and Laura drive home,
both munching on cheeseburgers and fries.

Laura says something.
Carrie BURSTS out laughing.

INT. PRODUCTION STUDIO - NIGHT
A dimly lit studio crammed
with postproduction equipment.

We hear the faint thump-thump-thump
of tweaker club music somewhere nearby.

KLAUS SPEER (50’S), German, Jeremy Irons
on Prozac and JOREL AMIN (30’s),
beefy, black as night,
sit in front of the monitor.

CRIMSON (20’s) Gothic-gorgeous
and totally pierced pleads her case.

CRIMSON
It would mean so much to me, Klaus.
Saturday night is the Equinox,
and I'm supposed to be the sacrifice.

KLAUS
You should have told me earlier.
There's no time to find another hostess.
I can’t find a replacement
on such short notice.
I'm sorry, my little rose petal.

CRIMSON
Yeah, right.

And she's gone.

KLAUS
The things I have to do
in the name of dominance and submission.

Klaus punches a button on the DVD player.
A disc slides out.

JOREL
Roll it, Mein Herr.
I'm chubby already.

KLAUS
(takes out disc, grabs another)
And I thought you were
just glad to see me.
(shoves it in, giggles)
We hit the fucking lottery
with this one.

JOREL
I like the part
where she hits the tree.

He PUNCHES a button.

ON THE MONITOR
A steep incline high in the Hollywood Hills.

A young GIRL (18) gagged and
wearing a bikini on Rollerblades
comes FLYING down the road.

She takes a sharp turn,
FLAILS her arms wildly --
PLOWS into a tree with a CRACK --
and FLOPS to the ground.

KLAUS
Breaks out into a big,
perverted smile.

KLAUS
Her first starring role --
and her last.

JOREL
Boogie Night, Roller Girl.

What about the next one?
You said you shot some B-roll stuff.

Klaus grins. Presses EJECT.
Takes out the disk. Grabs another.
Puts it in. Presses PLAY.

KLAUS
Ah, yes -- my little actress.

ON THE MONITOR
We see hand-held footage
looking through a window --
of Laura and Carrie, making love
on the floor of her living room.

KLAUS (V.O.)
Now that’s what I call 'cinema verite.'