Deck The Fucking Halls

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In Chapter 4 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, strip club owner Tolly Chill takes college coed Blue Wonder to a star-studded private party in the Hollywood Hills. Meanwhile, private eye Carrie Love is suspicious of Tolly's intentions and follows them ...


EXT. FANTASY ISLAND STRIP CLUB - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
A black SUPER-STRETCH LIMO sits idling.
The DRIVER gets out.

Opens the rear door.
Stands at attention.

Nearby, Carrie sits in her
‘68 OLDSMOBILE DELTA 88 CONVERTIBLE.

Pulls out her cell phone.
Checks her voice mail.

CARRIE’S MOTHER (V.O.)
Carrie, it’s your mother --
(gasps)
Tad -- was in a -- car accident,
a drunk driver hit him -- he, he --
(beat)
He’s dead, Carrie.
Oh, my god -- he’s DEAD.
On CHRISTMAS.
You have to come home, NOW.
Call me as soon as
you get this message, okay?
Call me, RIGHT AWAY.

CLICK.

CARRIE
Shit.

TOLLY AND BLUE
Walk toward the limo.
Get in. Driver closes the door.

CARRIE
Turns the key in the ignition.
The V8 engine ROARS.

CARRIE
You can choose your friends --

EXT. 10 FREEWAY - LIMO - MOVING - NIGHT
The super-stretch cruises
east in the fast lane.

BEHIND THE LIMO
We see Carrie’s white whale
tailing it, two cars back.

ANGLE ON --
Carrie. Driving.
Cigarette dangling from her lip.

CARRIE (V.O.)
I had a funny feeling about Tolly Chill.
Something just wasn’t right.
So I decided to keep an eye
on Little Girl Blue.
I always feel protective
of youth and innocence.
Part of my code.
(beat)
I hadn’t spoken to my
brother Tad in eight years.
Little fucker was a right-wing,
born-again Christian.
Didn’t approve of my ‘lifestyle.’
That’s a good one, huh?
My YOUNGER BROTHER didn’t approve of --
(beat)
Sanctimonious little shit.
(beat)
My father and I had been
on the outs for a long time.
We finally reconciled --
right before he died.
Told me that while we were
in Splitsville, he had made a fortune --
and that he was sorry,
but he had given all his money
to his new wife --
and my brothers Tad and Seth.
That it was an irrevocable trust,
and he couldn’t change it.
My mother and I were left
out in the cold.
(beat)
I told him it didn’t matter.
It wasn’t about the money.
I was just glad to have him
back in my life.

Carrie FLICKS her cigarette
into the night.

CARRIE (V.O.)
Now, a few years later --
I gotta confess,
it eats at me sometimes.
I’ve had to scratch and claw
to survive in the world, w
hile my brothers have lived
in the lap of luxury.
(beat)
They each got eight million.
My stepmother got fifteen.
And the house on the coast.
And the yacht.
The condo in the Bahamas --
(beat)
I’ll call her tomorrow.
Tell her my battery was dead.
Takes a little time for me
to fake grief.

Carrie pulls out a flask.
Takes a long pull.

CARRIE
What the fuck kinda name
is Tolly Chill anyway?
Sure as hell isn’t
one of the good guys.

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.

Fast, Cheap & Out of Control

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In Chapter 3 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, college coed Blue Wonder hires private eye Carrie Love to find out what happened to her dead sister who was working as a stripper, but things then get tricky when strip club owner Tolly Chill invites Blue to a 'special party' in the Hollywood Hills ...


INT. FANTASY ISLAND STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
Blue sits at far end of the bar with Carrie.
She’s now wearing jeans and a belly shirt.
They sip bottles of beer.

BLUE
I’m so embarrassed.

CARRIE
Don’t be.
You were great.
(beat)
Minor detail.

BLUE
But I fucking FELL.

CARRIE
Adds to your charm.
They’re gonna offer you a job.
Just you wait.

Pause.

BLUE
So -- you’re a private detective.

CARRIE
I am.
But keep it under your hat.
I come here to do a Garbo.
(pulls out her card)
Here.
Just in case --

BLUE
(takes it, reads)
'Fast, Cheap & Out of Control?'

CARRIE
Marketing gimmick.
(takes a swig)
And it gives Joe Average a hard-on.

BLUE
How much do you charge?

CARRIE
Too much.
(beat)
Are you in some kind of trouble?

BLUE
It’s -- about my sister.

CARRIE
Is she in trouble?

Pause.

BLUE
She -- died.

CARRIE
I’m sorry.
What happened?

Blue looks around.
Makes sure no one is listening.

BLUE
They said she committed suicide.
But that’s not true.
She’d never do that. Never.
Jonna would NEVER do that. No way.
(looks again)
She was a dancer here.
Jonna was trying to
make it as an actress,
said this was just temporary,
that the money was great,
the people were nice,
and that she was
making some great contacts.
(sips her beer)
She wrote me once a week.
Then the letters stopped.
My parents were contacted by the police,
they said she’d killed herself.
(angry)
But she DIDN’T.
I KNOW she didn’t.
(hisses)
Someone KILLED her.

CARRIE
I’m -- sorry.
(beat)
I was wondering what a
nice girl like you
was doing here on Christmas Eve.

BLUE
I’m on break from college.
My parents think
I’m on campus studying.
They’re really upset with me.
(eyes tearing up)
I’m gonna find out
who KILLED her.

Carrie stares at her.

CARRIE
I’ll do it.

BLUE
But you said you were too expense --

CARRIE
I am.
But I made a bundle on my last case.
Time for me to pay it forward.
You know, karma.
(smiles)
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap.
(beat)
Ho, ho, ho.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
There she is.
The lovely Miss Blue.

TOLLY CHILL
Appears before them. Suave.
Eyes crinkled with satisfaction.

BLUE
Oh, hi.

TOLLY
I’m Tolly.
I run this joint.

BLUE
OH. Nice to meet you.
(beat)
I’m so embarrassed --

He raises her hand to his lips.
Kisses it. Smiles.

TOLLY
Nonsense.
You were wonderful.
In fact, I’d like to offer you a job.
Dancing.

CARRIE
See?
What did I tell you?

TOLLY
(ignores Carrie, to Blue)
I’m going to a little holiday soirée
in the Hollywood Hills tonight --
and I’d love for you to accompany me.

BLUE
A party?
In the Hollywood Hills?

TOLLY
Should be fun.
Nice mix of people.
Movie stars, pro athletes,
rock stars, politicians.
(smiles)
I’d be honored.

BLUE
Sure.
I’d be honored.

TOLLY
Terrific.
I have to go take care of some
business in the back office.
Stay here, have a drink on me,
and I’ll be back in a few minutes.

BLUE
Okay --

He bows.
Turns, walks away.
Carrie watches him.

BLUE
Holy SHIT.
A party in the Hollywood Hills.

CARRIE
There’s something -- off about him.

BLUE
Don’t be silly.
He’s cute.

CARRIE
Just be careful.

BLUE
He seems like a complete gentlemen.

CARRIE
Sure.
All guys who run strip clubs
are 'complete gentlemen.'

BLUE
If I didn’t know better,
I’d say you’re jealous.

Pause.

CARRIE
If you’re going to
hire my services,
you’re going to have to
trust my judgment.
(off her stare)
Look.
I’ve been around the block.
There’s a lot of sharks in this town
that can make a meal
out of a gal like you.
Just be careful, okay?
Keep your eyes open.

BLUE
Okay.

CARRIE
Okay.
And don’t be afraid to call me
if anything gets -- weird.
Any time of the day or night.
Think of me like a big sister.

BLUE
I like that --

TOLLY
Appears.

All smiles.
Eyes flashing.

TOLLY
Are you ready to go?

BLUE
I need to go to the ladies room.
Be back in a sec.

She slides off her stool.
Grabs her purse.
Heads for the loo.

Tolly and Carrie appraise each other.

TOLLY
(watches her)
Gorgeous girl.
(turns, looks at Carrie)
So what’s your story?

CARRIE
(hands him her card)
Carrie Love, PI.
A friend.

TOLLY
(reads the card)
It’s nice to see the young lady has --
people watching out for her.
(weird smile)
Can’t be too careful these days.

PUSH IN Carrie.
Finishing her drink.

CARRIE
Gotta watch out for those sharks.
(sips her beer)
Especially when you’re
living in a fishbowl --

Cock Of The Walk

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In Chapter 2 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, private eye Carrie Love watches college coed Blue Wonder nervously perform onstage at the strip club on amateur night. Meanwhile, at a nearby local airport, a pair of shady goons accepts a 'special holiday delivery' from Croatia: a container of underaged girls, drugged to the gills.


INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
Standing in a dark corner is TOLLY CHILL (27),
dark-haired, smouldering good looks.

The manager, and the owner’s son.
Cock of the walk.

TOLLY
(watching the stage)
Fresh off the boat.
(chuckles)
Catch of the day.

MUSIC
EXPLODES. The whip-cream,
pussycat chainsaw-snarl of
Groove Coverage’s 21ST CENTURY DIGITAL GIRL.

ONSTAGE
Blue GRABS the pole.
Wraps a long, lean thigh around it.

Moves to the music.
She’s pretty good. Looks awesome.

And scared to death.
She closes her eyes.

The alcohol starts doing its trick.
She relaxes.

Starts getting into it.
Starts singing along.

BLUE
'I got breast implants,
paid for by my boyfriends --
I got a Botox injection
under my skin --
I only play with sex,
but I don't let them in -- '

And suddenly Blue’s ON FIRE.
She WORKS it.

Undulates to the
edge of the stage.
Dollar bills go FLYING.

A PIG-FACED SALESMAN
Licks his lips.
Eyes big as saucers.

PIG-FACED SALESMAN
Yeah, honey -- GIVE IT UP.

BLUE
Twirls around.
Unhooks her halter top.

It FLIES off.
She grabs her breasts
in her hands.
Starts flicking the nipples.

CARRIE
Watches from the bar.

CARRIE
She’s a natural.

BLUE
Goes to the pole.
LEAPS UP, GRABS it
with her thighs.

Rides it like a horse.
KICKS a leg out --

And she SLIPS, FALLS,
and HITS the floor
with a CRACK.

She lies motionless.
Then JUMPS UP and
RUNS off the stage.

AT THE BAR
The bartender leans
over to Carrie.
Shakes his head.

BARTENDER
Another one bites the dust.

CARRIE
You’re just jealous
cause you can’t have her.

BARTENDER
And you can?

CARRIE
Don’t look now, but
Dr. Phil down there
needs another Harvey Wallbanger.

EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORT - AT THAT MOMENT
A small PROPELLER AIRPLANE
sits on the runway.

Like something out of an old movie.
Does this thing really FLY?

A van is parked nearby.
Two LARGE GOONS get out.

Walk over to the plane.
The TALLER GOON, wearing shades
and a porkpie hat,
pulls out his cell.
Punches a number.

PORKPIE HAT GOON
We’re here.
(listens)
Asshole.
I told you to FEED them.

The airplane door opens.
Porkpie Hat looks at the
SHORTER GOON,
who takes a sip from a flask.

PORKPIE HAT GOON
We might have three
instead of four.

FLASK GOON
Long flight.
No peanuts.

A ramp is lowered
from the open doorway.
The goons walk up.

INSIDE THE PLANE
FOUR UNDERAGED ROMANIAN GIRLS (15-16)
sit huddled on the floor in chains.

One of them has vomited
all over herself.

A SKINNY CROATIAN MAN (40’s)
looks at them.
Shakes his head.

SKINNY CROATIAN MAN
Not my fault.
Boss said no more smack.

PORKPIE HAT GOON
I’ve got a rag in the van.
C’mon, let’s move it.
Gotta big party tonight
in the hills.
And Santa’s gotta
deliver the presents --

Liquid Courage

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It's time for 'a very special' Carrie Love holiday story, in which Carrie has to defend her mother's house from a home invasion on Christmas eve in Beverly Hills during a freak snow storm. In Chapter 1 of LITTLE GIRL BLUE, we meet Blue Wonder, a young college kid trying to find out who killed her sister. Problem is, she was a stripper, and 'going undercover' turns out to be a little tricky ...


EXT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
The gut-kicking metal PUNCH of
The Cult’s LOVE REMOVAL MACHINE over --

Fantasy Island Gentleman’s Club.
About a mile from the beach
on the outskirts of Santa Monica.

Not exactly in disrepair,
but not fancy, either.

A meat and potatoes strip joint.
Parking lot a quarter-full on a Sunday night.

Sign reads ‘AmateUr NiGht’.
‘HApPy HolIdaze.’

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
The ‘Gentleman’s club’
is an interesting phenomenon.
Men will pay hard-earned cash to
go to a place where
they can see naked women.
Where they can look, but not touch.
And they’ll spend even
more money for a private dance,
where they can get
‘up close and personal’ with a girl.
(beat)
But there’s still no touching allowed.
No contact whatsoever.
It’s the ultimate tease.
A gentle torture.
Erotic pleasure -- with no release.
No climax. No -- closure.
(beat)
Kinda like going to a restaurant
and not being able to eat.
Or going to a whorehouse
and not being able to --
(beat)
Never mind. You get the idea.

ANGLE ON --
A beat-up Dodge Dart Swinger convertible.
A YOUNG WOMAN sits behind the wheel.

Listening to the music on the car stereo.
Nodding her head, eyes closed.
PUNCHING her fists in the air.

Meet BLUE WONDER (20),
recent transplant from the Midwest.

Tall and gawky, a gazelle still on the cusp.
Long brown hair tied in a ponytail.
Studious-looking glasses.

Which clashes with her denim cutoffs
and black vinyl halter top.
Not to mention the six-inch platforms.

ANGLE ON --
Her lovely tan legs move to the music.

ANGLE ON --
She takes off her glasses.
Puts them on the dashboard.

RIPS out her scrunchie.
SHAKES her hair like a wild woman.

BLUE
(sings)
'Scarlet woman, bought me a be-er -- '

She stops. SHUTS OFF the music.
Looks in the rearview mirror.

BLUE (CONT’D)
I can’t do it.
What the hell was I thinking.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
You dancing tonight?

A GOOD-LOOKING JOCK
appears next to the car. Grinning.

BLUE
I was -- thinking about it.

GOOD-LOOKING JOCK
Better think harder.
You’ll win, no problem.

BLUE
You really think so?

GOOD-LOOKING JOCK
You’re not from around here, are you?

BLUE
It shows, huh.

INT. FANTASY ISLAND - MOMENTS LATER
Marilyn Manson’s THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, LOUD, over --
The club. Dark, with a bar running along one wall.

A handful of CUSTOMERS on stools.
A couple of DANCERS lounge at the end, chatting.

Christmas decorations look odd, out of place.
The BARTENDER cleans a glass, watching -

THE STAGE
On it, GOTHIKA (18), pale, skinny --
and, you guessed it --
totally goth, is working the pole.

Down to her black G-string.
Pierced nipple rings glistening
in the pin-spot.

She looks great,
if you like that death-warmed-over look.

But she’s jacked up on something --
speed, maybe PCP --
and it’s making her move more like
a stormtrooper than a stripper.

Even the Santa hat doesn’t help.

THE FRONT DOOR
Opens. In walks Blue.
She’s made up her face.
Almost unrecognizable.

Painted, tarted-up.
And scared to death.

She walks over to the bar.
Tentative in platforms.

Sits precariously on a stool.
Bartender glides over. Pounces.

BARTENDER
Here for the contest?

BLUE
Uh -- yeah.

BARTENDER
Name your poison.
On the house.

BLUE
A Heinekin and a shot, please.

BARTENDER
Jack okay?

BLUE
Sure. Thanks.

He turns to get her drink.

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Woman after my own heart.

Blue turns, looks, sees --

CARRIE LOVE
On the stool next to her.
Rakish in jeans, white t-shirt
and motorcycle jacket.

Ponytail. Naughty red lips.
Bright blue eyes full of secrets.
What momma warned you about.

We recognize her voice
from the opening voiceover.

CARRIE
Shot and a beer.
Simple. Perfect. All-American.

BLUE
Uh -- yeah.

CARRIE
(offers hand to shake)
Carrie Love.
Just making small-talk.
I would imagine you’re a bit nervous.

BLUE
(takes it, shakes)
Hi. Yeah. Thanks. I’m -- Blue.

CARRIE
'Blue?'
I would have figured you for
a Becky or a Susie.
Heather, maybe.

BLUE
Parents are old hippies.

CARRIE
Jerry Garcia, eat your heart out.

The bartender places the beer
and shot in front of Blue.

Carrie pulls out a money clip.
Peels off a fifty. Tosses it.

CARRIE
Leave the bottle.
Keep the change.

Bartender gives her a look.
Takes the bill. Glides away.

Carrie fills her shot glass.
Raises it in a toast.

Blue raises hers.
They CLINK.

CARRIE
Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.

They down them.
Grab their beers.
Take a swig. Smile.

BLUE
So -- you’re not a dancer --

CARRIE
(pours two more)
Hell, no. I’m a dick.

BLUE
A what?

Carrie does her shot.
Blue follows. Staring.

CARRIE
(pours two more)
Private dick.
You know, missing persons.
Cheating spouses. Serial killers.
Cat stuck in a tree. The usual.

BLUE
You’re a private detective?

The song ends.
The DJ’S Voice BOOMS over the sound system.

OILY DJ
Give it up for GOTHIKA, fellas.
Wasn’t she AMAZING?

A smattering of half-hearted applause.

CARRIE
(raises her shot)
To Gothika --

BLUE
Gothika.

They down them.
Carrie pours two more.
They toast.

CARRIE
Liquid courage.

Blue NODS.
They both SLAM THEM.

OILY DJ (O.C.)
Up next, we have the lovely MISS BLUE.

BLUE
Shit, that’s me.

She hops off the stool.
Pulls a CD out of her bag.

BLUE
Wish me luck.

CARRIE
Luck has nothing to do with it.
Not with that chassis.

Blue grins. Turns to go.
Stops. Looks at Carrie.

BLUE
I’d like to talk
to you about something.
You gonna stick around?

CARRIE
Consider me stuck.

A Simple Plan

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In Chapter 35 of THE HEISTERS, we reach the exciting conclusion of our story, in which Kelsey rides off into the sunset with a cool half-million in cash ... and a surprise twist ending that'll blow your mind.


EXT. VENICE BEACH PARKING LOT - NIGHT
A patrol car sits idling at the very north end
of the lot near the entrance.

Kelsey trots over to it, limping a bit.
She gets in. SLAMS the door.

INT. PATROL CAR - NIGHT
Elwin sits behind the wheel.
Smiles at Kelsey.

ELWIN
Ding, dong, the bitch is dead?

KELSEY
Follow the yellow brick smashed on her head.
(beat)
You got the dough?

ELWIN
Does a bear defecate in the great outdoors?

KELSEY
Solid.
Where to, the airport?

ELWIN
Charter flight to Mexico awaits --

He puts the car into gear.
Starts driving.

ELWIN
You never told me.
What are you gonna do
with your half-mil?
Retire?

KELSEY
Thought I’d go cruise around Europe
for a year or so.
Never been.
(beat)
But I’ll be back.
A half-million isn’t going to last forever.
(beat)
And besides, I’m a heister.
It’s in my blood.

Elwin nods.
Turns east on Navy Street.

EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT
Mart, Nunn and Isaacs find Ronan’s body.
Ren and Meg examine Doll’s corpse.

They call it in.
Start combing the area for evidence.

A trio of SQUAD CARS pull up,
lights FLASHING.

KELSEY (V.O.)
The plan was simple.
I knew every detail
about the heist because I planned it --
and where the money would end up afterward.

INT. PATROL CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Elwin drives. Kelsey looks out the window.
Thinking.

KELSEY (V.O.)
We knew there was going to be a double-cross,
so all Elwin had to do was tail Ronan
and see what he was up to --
and then between the two of us
working both sides of the law,
we could connect the dots.
It got a little hairy there for awhile,
but we pulled it off.

EXT. SIDEWALK CAFE - DAY - FLASHBACK
Kelsey and Elwin sit at a table outside.

It’s deserted. Late.
No one else around.

ELWIN
Give me one reason
I don’t take you in right now.

KELSEY
How about a half-a-million reasons.

Elwin sips his coffee.
Narrows his eyes.

ELWIN
How I do I know I can trust you?

KELSEY
I’ve never been caught.
And I’ve got a score to settle.
With you on my team, it’s a slam-dunk.
(beat)
Word on the street is you’re
into Jimmy Two-Fingers for
fifty-K betting on the ponies,
and I had funny feeling offering you
a half-million tax free
would be a home run.

He stares at her a long beat.
Then breaks into a big smile.

ELWIN
Let’s play ball.

INT. BAR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
Kelsey sits at a booth,
Ronan across from her.
Talking earnestly.

Kelsey smokes.
Watching him, stone-faced.

KELSEY (V.O.)
I knew something was up when
Ronan first approached me about the job.
A little over a year ago
we’d had what I thought was a
minor fling after a big heist.
It was New Year’s Eve,
I had too much to drink,
and got careless.
The first rule of Heist Club
is don’t get involved.
(beat)
But the kicker was,
he’d fallen in love with me.
And after I ended it,
he mooned around like a teenage kid.
They only way I could make a
clean break was to leave town --
so when he contacted me
through my go-between about a new job,
red flags started flapping in the breeze.

INT. PATROL CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Kelsey lights a cigarette.
Rolls down the window.

Feels the warm night air
blow on her face.

KELSEY (V.O.)
I learned a valuable lesson.
NEVER fuck a heister.
(beat)
Because if you don’t watch out,
they’ll fuck you right back.

Kelsey says something to Elwin.
He pulls the car over
to the side of the road.

She smiles.
Opens the car door --

WHIPS OUT her pistol.
SHOOTS him in the chest.

BANG. BANG. BANG.
Elwin slumps over. Dead.

KELSEY (V.O.)
Oh, yeah. One last thing.
(beat)
Never trust a heister.
(beat)
It could get you killed --

FADE TO BLACK

OVER CLOSING TITLES:

EXT. PINECREST ASSISTED CARE FACILITY - DAY
A bright, sunny day.
Lush, dense foliage.

Beautifully manicured lawn and gardens.
Looks like a college campus.

PATIENTS and NURSES dot the grounds.
It’s bucolic. Paradise.

INT. PINECREST ASSISTED CARE FACILITY - FRONT DESK - DAY
Kelsey stands at the counter
talking with an OFFICIOUS CLERK (40’s).

A squat, frog-like woman wearing glasses.
She hands Kelsey a sheaf of papers.
Kelsey studies it. Nods.

Reaches into her bag.
Pulls out a thick envelope.

Hands it to Officious.
She peers in.

Raise her eyebrows.
Kelsey smiles.

KELSEY
Thanks for taking such
good care of my son --
(low)
There’s a little extra in there for you.

EXT. PINECREST ASSISTED CARE FACILITY - CONTINUOUS
Kelsey walks up to BURKE (20),
who sits on a park bench
watching a butterfly.

Now older.
Doesn’t look so agitated.

Sits down next to him.
His face lights up.

BURKE
Mom.

KELSEY
Hi.

BURKE
(points)
Butterfly.

She takes his hand in hers.
Rubs it. Smiles.

KELSEY
Yeah.
(beat)
Pretty, huh?

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EXT. VENICE ALLEY - DRIVEWAY - NIGHT
A cluster of COPS and FBI clog the driveway.
EVIDENCE TECHS are going over the car.

Yellow tape surrounds the perimeter.
Mart and Elwin huddle with Meg and Ren.

REN
The money on the ground
suggests that she was in a hurry.

MEG
Yeah, but why?

MART
Someone was chasing her?

ELWIN
Maybe she was trying a double-cross
and got busted --

MART
Makes sense.

ELWIN
(looks at the car)
Why don’t I take the cash to the station
and log it into the evidence locker?
Makes me nervous just sitting there like that.
Never know what could happen.
Those heisters might try something --

MART
Good idea.
We’ve got Nunn and Isaacs canvasing the area.
We’ll join ‘em.

ELWIN
Keep me posted.
I’ll come back later if you need me.

MART
You got it.

Elwin goes the car.
Grabs the bags of money.

Carries them over to his squad car.
Puts them in the trunk. Drives off.

REN
(to the group)
Okay.
Everybody fan out and canvas the area.
I’m going to stay here and monitor
the feed from the satellite.

MART
You think we’ll be able to find her?

MEG
Oh, yes.
Spy satellite can track a mole
on Rush Limbaugh’s ass from a hundred miles.

MART
Really.

MEG
Really.
Remember that trip he took down to --
(beat)
Never mind.

EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - ROOF - NIGHT
Kelsey hobbles up the stairs holding the steel pipe,
emerges onto the roof.

Sees Doll standing on the
opposite side of the building.
Brandishing a shovel with both hands.

DOLL
Stay the fuck AWAY FROM ME.

Kelsey holds the pipe
like a baseball bat.

Takes a practice swing.
Starts limping toward Doll.

KELSEY
Sorry, kid.
It’s time for act three.
The final curtain.
Have any last words?
(beat)
Oh, wait.
That would imply you could THINK.

DOLL
I said STAY AWAY FROM ME.

KELSEY
Did you really think
you could get away with it?
Ripping off a PROFESSIONAL HEISTER?
Is your brain that DRUG-DAMAGED?

Doll holds the shovel to her side.
JABS the air in front of her with it.
Moves back toward the edge of the building.

DOLL
Ronan said you were an arrogant BITCH,
and now I see he was RIGHT.

Kelsey moves closer to her, swinging the pipe.

KELSEY
Now that I see you up close,
I can’t believe he’d fuck such a filthy skank.
I can smell you from HERE.
(beat)
Love the nose ring.
Great for tugging on with a LEASH.

Doll SNAPS.
She CHARGES at Kelsey with the shovel.

Kelsey SWINGS the pipe down
on it with a CRACK,
sending it FLYING
out of her hands to the ground --

Doll LEAPS into the air
and GRABS Kelsey in a bear hug.

The pipe goes FLYING and hits
the tar paper with a CLANG.

DOLL
ARRRRGHH --

Kelsey FALLS BACKWARDS,
Doll on top of her.

They roll around on the roof.
Kelsey HEAD BUTTS her in the face.

Doll FLIES away from her.
Holds her bloody nose in her hands.

DOLL
You broke my --

Kelsey stands. Raises her fists.

KELSEY
Oh, we’re just getting started, hot stuff.
It’s your choice.
Wanna go over the side,
or should I finish you off right here?

Doll whips her head back and forth
looking for a weapon.

Can’t find one.
She raises her fists.

Starts hopping on the balls
of her feet like a boxer.

DOLL
Fuck YOU.
Come and get it --

Kelsey starts rolling her fists.

KELSEY
I was hoping you’d say that.

She gets nearer.
Doll takes a SWING.

Kelsey feints to the left,
then SMASHES her fist into
Doll’s face with a CRACK.

She FLIES back wards.
Staggers a bit.

KELSEY
Saw that one in RAGING BULL.
Ready for more?

Doll SCREAMS.
CHARGES at her, fists flying.

Kelsey JUMPS to the right.
Doll goes FLYING across the roof,
TRIPS on a board.
Hits the ground.

Kelsey resumes her stance.
Doll gets up.

Blood dripping from a
gash on her forehead.

DOLL
(low, feral)
I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU.

She CHARGES again.
Kelsey SPINS AROUND and KICKS
Doll in the stomach,
knocking the wind out of her.

She FLIES backwards,
feet trip on the ledge,
and she FALLS OVER THE SIDE.

We hear her SCREAM as she goes down.
Then a sickening CRUNCH.

Kelsey goes to the ledge, limping.

KELSEY
Thank god.
Don’t think I could have done that again --

She looks over the side.

CLOSE ON --
Doll’s body.
Lying near Ronan’s on a pile of broken bricks.

ON THE ROOF
Kelsey starts for the stairs, then hears --

MART (O.C.)
Over there.
It came from the constructions site.
(beat)
All units, they’re at the construction site --

She turns.
Dashes over to the opposite side.

Starts climbing down the scaffolding
at the rear of the building.

KELSEY
Goodbye, Dolly,
It's so nice to have you dead where you belong.

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EXT. VENICE ALLEY - DOLL’S DRIVEWAY - NIGHT
Isaacs shines his flashlight into the car. Searching.
Nunn speaks on his cell phone.

NUNN
Mart, it’s Nunn --

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. VENICE MOTOR COURT HOTEL - RONAN’S ROOM - NIGHT
Ren Rosen and Meg Stark supervise
the crime scene technicians.

Kasper’s corpse is zipped up into a body bag.
Placed on a gurney. Wheeled out.

Mart Volok and Elwin Marr stand
near the window, smoking.
Mart talks on his cell phone.

MART
What ya got?

NUNN
Oh, not much --
(beat)
Just the fucking STADIUM JOB cash.

MART
What THE FUCK?

NUNN
You heard me --

MART
WHERE?

NUNN
In the trunk of one of the bimbos
the stiff was fucking, where else?

MART
Which bimbo?

ELWIN
(to Mart)
What’s going on?

NUNN
Doll Montana.
(chuckles)
Right out of a B-movie --

MART
Don’t remind me --
(cups the phone, to Elwin)
Isaacs and Nunn got the cash from the stadium job.

ELWIN
They DID? Did they get the perps?

MART
I dunno --
(into the phone)
Did you get the bimbo?

NUNN
Nah. She split --

MART
(to Elwin)
They just got the cash --

Meg looks at them.

MEG
Did I just hear what I thought I heard?

MART
Yeah.
Couple detectives got the stadium job cash --

REN
(turns, looks)
WHAT? Where? When? HOW?

MART
Hold on --
(into the phone)
What’s your location?

NUNN
Thirty-two Ozone Avenue.
A block south of Navy --

MART
We’re on our way --
(beat)
Good job, detective.
The captain is going to be VERY happy.
Sit tight. We’re on our way.

He CLICKS his phone shut.
Isaacs stares at the money.

Picks up a banded wad of hundreds.
Stuffs it in his pocket.

NUNN
(sees him)
Hey.
What the fuck do you think you’re --

Isaacs pulls out another stack.
Tosses it to Nunn.

ISAACS
I can’t -- keep this.

NUNN
So who’s gonna know?

ISAACS
I will.

NUNN
And your point IS?

Isaacs looks at the money.
Nods. Stuffs it in his pocket.

ISAACS
Almost lost my head there for a minute --

EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT
Kelsey climbs up the scaffolding,
making it to the third floor.
She rolls inside onto the cement.

INT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT
She looks around in the spooky darkness.

Walks over to the stairwell
in the middle of the room,
which now has temporary wooden plank stairs.
She calls up to the next floor.

KELSEY
Did you really think you get away with
stealing MY MONEY? Huh, BITCH?

ON THE THIRD FLOOR
Doll stands near the stairwell opening.
Looks around.

Sees a bucket filled with tools.
She GRABS it.

Tip-toes toward the opening, and DUMPS it
in the direction of Kelsey’s voice.

ON THE SECOND FLOOR
The tools FLY DOWN.

Kelsey sees them,
starts to JUMP out of the way,
but a hammer HITS her on the shoulder.

KELSEY
OW.

DOLL
Hears her. Smiles. Evil.
Looks for something else to throw.

She finds a long two-by-four.
Walks over to the stairwell.

KELSEY
Rubs her shoulder.
Looks up into the opening.

KELSEY
You just made the biggest mistake of your LIFE --
(beat)
Which is now about to END.

She starts up the stairs --
Just as the two-by-four comes
FLYING DOWN like a missile.

It HITS Kelsey in the stomach, OOF --
and she goes FLYING BACKWARDS onto the floor
with a CRACK.

KELSEY
Okay. Now I’m MAD --

She slowly gets up. Raises a fist.

KELSEY
Prepare to DIE, fuck-face.

And she CHARGES UP THE STAIRS.

DOLL
Hears her coming up, and
RACES UP to the next floor.

INT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - FOURTH FLOOR - NIGHT
Doll looks around. What to do? Where to hide?
What can I use as a weapon?

She sees a sledgehammer. Picks it up.
Crouches down behind a stack of sheetrock.

Kelsey comes FLYING UP the stairs into the room.
Looks around, searching.

KELSEY
You can run, but you can’t hide,
you fucking CUNT. WHERE ARE YOU?

BEHIND THE SHEETROCK
Doll clutches the sledgehammer.
Eyes darting madly.

She pulls a coke snifter out of her pocket.
Does a quick bump.

KELSEY
Circles the room. Looking for her.
Sees a trash can. Takes off the lid.

Holds it like a shield.
Finds a length of pipe.

Picks it up.
Brandishes it like a sword.

KELSEY
This is your last chance, girlie.
Show yourself NOW.

Kelsey walks near the stack of sheetrock.
Doll LEAPS UP and SMASHES
the sledge hammer at Kelsey’s head --

She BLOCKS the blow with the garbage can lid,
but the impact drives it into her head
and KNOCKS her over, THWUMP.

DOLL raises the sledgehammer over her head.
Wild-eyed, face contorted in a bizarre grimace.

DOLL
Time to meet your MAKER --

Kelsey shakes her head.
Sees Doll, and THROWS the pipe at her.

It SMASHES into her chest.
She FLIES backwards into the sheetrock, CRACK.

Kelsey slowly gets up. Head pounding.
Doll raises the sledgehammer again.

KELSEY
Not so fast, BITCH --

She WHIPS the garbage can lid at her like a frisbee.
It HITS Doll in the neck with a CRACK --
she lets go of the sledge hammer --
and it FLIES DOWN and hits Kelsey on the FOOT.

KELSEY
OW.

Doll stares at her wild-eyed,
clutching her neck, trying to breath --
and RUNS to the stairwell and FLIES UP the steps.

Kelsey gingerly puts her foot on the floor.

KELSEY
FUCK --

She tries to walk, but it’s hard.
She’s in PAIN. Picks up the pipe.

Hobbles over to the staircase.
Grabs the hand rail.

ooks up into the darkness
of the black sky above.

KELSEY
Yo, GIRLIE.
Got some great news.
Just called Hell and made you a reservation.
I hear Satan gives great room service.

Off in the distance,
we hear police sirens WAILING --