I give up...
First 2 scenes from Carli's Kills:
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INT. ISOLATED HOUSE - NIGHT
Front door smashes open and two people -- GRADY (32, biker) and CARLI (28, pretty, as tough as any man and ready to prove it) -- crash in, tearing at each others’ clothes. Hungry kisses.
Outside is desert. Inside, cheap-assed furnishings are just visible.
They laugh, grab, kiss some more till Carli breaks away. She backs into a kitchen that was new in 1950, pulls a couple of beers from the ancient fridge.
Grady paces her, hungry. Grabbing. She shoves an open beer in his right hand. His left hand lost three fingers.
CARLI
What’s your rush, bitch?
GRADY
Got places to be by midnight.
She grabs his tee-shirt. Pulls him close. He drinks.
CARLI
You just gonna dump and run?
GRADY
Careful, this is my saint shirt.
CARLI
Saint shirt?
GRADY
All holey.
They kiss. He nuzzles her breasts.
CARLI
Grady’s hungry.
She tears off his shirt. Reveals an elaborate tattoo on his chest.
CARLI (CONT’D)
Any more tatts?
GRADY
Stasi’s gonna see -- real soon.
He downs more beer. Unbuckles his belt and the buttons of his jeans. She pinches his tits. He grinds against her. Kisses her. She dribbles beer down her front. He licks it up -- then grunts and tries to keep his balance.
CARLI
Problem?
GRADY
Just feel weird and -- and -- what the fuck? That beer...
CARLI
Grady -- have roofies been used on you, before?
GRADY
Roofies? Me? Fuckin’ bitch -- what you -- what you doin’ -- ?
He falls on his ass. Tries to talk but his words dribble into nothingness.
She pulls off a wig then her top. A bustier pushes her breasts up and accentuates her curves. Off it comes.
She stretches. Towers before him. Smiles.
He passes out.
EXT. DESERT - NIGHT
Grady wakes, bound spread-eagle to the ground, a ball-gag in his mouth. Wearing nothing. He fights to get free.
Carli straddles him. Makes him look at her. Smacks his face with a stack of twenties.
CARLI
Hi, Grady. Sleep well?
GRADY
(grunts)
What the fuck? Don’t you fuckin’ steal from me, you fuckin’ bitch! I’ll cut your tits off.
She holds up a Smart Phone.
VIDEO PLAYS — shows a drugged college girl held down on a pool table by four men as Grady rapes her. The man holding the girl’s head and shoulders is not completely visible.
CARLI
That’s you doing your thing.
GRADY
(grunts)
I dunno what you’re talkin’ about. You got the wrong guy. I ain’t done nothin’ to you. I don’t even know you. What do you want?
CARLI
You don’t know me? Okay. My name’s Carli. Last name -- Vincenzo. Fire up any memory cells?
It does. He breathes faster. Pulls harder at his bindings.
Carli ends the video. Pulls a full honey bear from her purse.
CARLI (CONT’D)
Yes. This girl you’re raping -- she’s Lara Vincenzo -- my sister. This video was posted on her college’s web-site. A week later, she killed herself.
Next comes a buck knife. She caresses his chest with it. Trails down his belly to his pubes.
CARLI (CONT’D)
I think that’s a crime, Grady, and where there’s a crime, there should be punishment. Here’s yours. Hope it was worth it.
She slices the knife into his skin, cutting around the tattoo.
Grady’s CHOKING SHRIEKS fill the dark, empty desert.
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INT. ISOLATED HOUSE - NIGHT
Front door smashes open and two people -- GRADY (32, biker) and CARLI (28, pretty, as tough as any man and ready to prove it) -- crash in, tearing at each others’ clothes. Hungry kisses.
Outside is desert. Inside, cheap-assed furnishings are just visible.
They laugh, grab, kiss some more till Carli breaks away. She backs into a kitchen that was new in 1950, pulls a couple of beers from the ancient fridge.
Grady paces her, hungry. Grabbing. She shoves an open beer in his right hand. His left hand lost three fingers.
CARLI
What’s your rush, bitch?
GRADY
Got places to be by midnight.
She grabs his tee-shirt. Pulls him close. He drinks.
CARLI
You just gonna dump and run?
GRADY
Careful, this is my saint shirt.
CARLI
Saint shirt?
GRADY
All holey.
They kiss. He nuzzles her breasts.
CARLI
Grady’s hungry.
She tears off his shirt. Reveals an elaborate tattoo on his chest.
CARLI (CONT’D)
Any more tatts?
GRADY
Stasi’s gonna see -- real soon.
He downs more beer. Unbuckles his belt and the buttons of his jeans. She pinches his tits. He grinds against her. Kisses her. She dribbles beer down her front. He licks it up -- then grunts and tries to keep his balance.
CARLI
Problem?
GRADY
Just feel weird and -- and -- what the fuck? That beer...
CARLI
Grady -- have roofies been used on you, before?
GRADY
Roofies? Me? Fuckin’ bitch -- what you -- what you doin’ -- ?
He falls on his ass. Tries to talk but his words dribble into nothingness.
She pulls off a wig then her top. A bustier pushes her breasts up and accentuates her curves. Off it comes.
She stretches. Towers before him. Smiles.
He passes out.
EXT. DESERT - NIGHT
Grady wakes, bound spread-eagle to the ground, a ball-gag in his mouth. Wearing nothing. He fights to get free.
Carli straddles him. Makes him look at her. Smacks his face with a stack of twenties.
CARLI
Hi, Grady. Sleep well?
GRADY
(grunts)
What the fuck? Don’t you fuckin’ steal from me, you fuckin’ bitch! I’ll cut your tits off.
She holds up a Smart Phone.
VIDEO PLAYS — shows a drugged college girl held down on a pool table by four men as Grady rapes her. The man holding the girl’s head and shoulders is not completely visible.
CARLI
That’s you doing your thing.
GRADY
(grunts)
I dunno what you’re talkin’ about. You got the wrong guy. I ain’t done nothin’ to you. I don’t even know you. What do you want?
CARLI
You don’t know me? Okay. My name’s Carli. Last name -- Vincenzo. Fire up any memory cells?
It does. He breathes faster. Pulls harder at his bindings.
Carli ends the video. Pulls a full honey bear from her purse.
CARLI (CONT’D)
Yes. This girl you’re raping -- she’s Lara Vincenzo -- my sister. This video was posted on her college’s web-site. A week later, she killed herself.
Next comes a buck knife. She caresses his chest with it. Trails down his belly to his pubes.
CARLI (CONT’D)
I think that’s a crime, Grady, and where there’s a crime, there should be punishment. Here’s yours. Hope it was worth it.
She slices the knife into his skin, cutting around the tattoo.
Grady’s CHOKING SHRIEKS fill the dark, empty desert.
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