Yippee Kai-Yay, Motherfucker

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In the final chapter of HIT & RUN HOLIDAY, disgraced homicide detective Carrie Love visits imprisoned screenwriter Friday Foster in her jail cell, where they bury the hatchet and reignite the flame ...


INT. NEWS STUDIO - DAY
REBECCA DIAZ and JOHNNY MAX
sit at the anchor desk.

Looking like someone died.
Which in fact, is the case --

JOHNNY
We’ve just received
a late-breaking bulletin --

REBECCA
In a sudden
reversal of fortune,
Friday Foster has
renounced her plush environs,
and has moved in
with the general population --

JOHNNY
She’s declared a
complete media blackout.
No press. No cameras.
No interviews.

REBECCA
(gasps)
Oh, the humanity.

JOHNNY
Easy, Becca --
keep your chin up.
(into the camera)
The only thing Friday
requested from the warden --
(dramatic)
Was a typewriter.

REBECCA
(face in her hands)
The horror --

JOHNNY
I, for one, can’t wait
to read whatever the heck
she’s writing.
(beat)
Next up, Mulholland Drive,
where pop princess Tiffney Chubbs
had a complete meltdown,
and attacked the paparazzi
with a garden gnome --

INT. JAIL CELL - DAY
Friday sits on her bed.
Typing on an old manual model.

Deep in thought.
She lights a smoke.
Stares off into space.

THE SHEET OF PAPER READS
Viva la REVOLUTION,
media WHORES!

FRIDAY
smiles. Grim.
Starts CLACK-CLACKING
on the keys.

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Friday.

She turns, looks, sees --

CARRIE.
Standing in front
of the bars.

FRIDAY
Carrie, what are you --

CARRIE
I just got out
of the hospital.

A GUARD appears.
OPENS the door.

GUARD
You’ve got ten minutes.

CARRIE
(hands him a wad of cash)
I owe you one.

GUARD
No shit.

He ambles away.

FRIDAY
It’s great to see you.
You look -- great.

CARRIE
Really?
After six hours of surgery --
(beat)
I -- can’t play basketball
for awhile.

FRIDAY
You don’t play basketball.

CARRIE
True. But I got reinstated.
Got a citation from the mayor.
Courage under fire.

FRIDAY
That’s great.
I’ve got news, too.
Apparently some defense fund
hired Gloria Alred,
who is moving for a mistrial,
something about a biased jury --
all the media attention --

CARRIE
Wow.
Good luck with that.

The women stare at each other.
Wheels turning.

CARRIE
I’m sorry lost my temper.
I got -- scared.
And the shower, the soap --

FRIDAY
I know.
It’s okay.
It was my fault.

CARRIE
Hey.
I brought you something.

Carrie digs into her bag,
pulls out a book.
Hands it to her.

CARRIE
So you don’t forget me.

FRIDAY
(reads the cover)
'Bridget Jones Diary.'
Funny.

CARRIE
And this --
(hand her another book)
Is so you don’t forget you.

FRIDAY
(reads the cover)
'The complete works of
THE MARQUIS DE SADE.'
Holy shit, THANK YOU.

They hug.

CARRIE
Just don’t get all
Geoffrey Rush in Quills on me.
You’ve got a long
writing career ahead of you,
and I don’t you
smearing excrement
all over it.

FRIDAY
Deal.

They pull apart.
Friday chucks Carrie
under the chin.

CARRIE
Baby, I think this is
the start of a
beautiful friendship.

Friday and Carrie stare
deeply at each other.
Misty-eyed.
FRIDAY

Yippee kai-yay, motherfucker.

And they BURST INTO LAUGHTER --