SPOTLIGHT ON … Carole Parker –Screenwriter:Part Three

SPOTLIGHT ON …

Carole Parker –Screenwriter:Part Three
 
Carole Parker
I’m a Noir/Pulp/Hard-Boiled dame. A chain-smoking, hard-drinking, screenwriting beach babe, and all-around dangerous chick. If you’ve got the crime, I’ve got the time …’

Carole Parker writes some of the sexiest, sassiest, dirtiest, ball-busting prose around and one of these days I’ll finally persuade her to stick it in the pages of a book – fiction or autobiography, I don’t care: both would be equally wild. She is also a creature of mystery and secrets, one of which is that behind that titanium- tough exterior there lurks a sweet, caring, loveable woman with a heart of pure gold.’ Tom Cain,author of a series of novels featuring Samuel Carver,: The Accident Man, The Survivor, (published as No Survivors in the US), Assassin and Dictator.
 
 
Carole Parker has a unique style that carries me back to the days of Raymond Chandler. Her writing is fresh yet evokes the days of the great hard boiled detectives. I get caught up and find that I cannot put her work down. I have to read it all the way through and then I’m sorry it’s over. She is my favorite writer today!’ Shelly Liebowitz, Legendary Producer of Music, Television & Films



Carole Parker’s latest HOT screenplay is LEGS. Here’s the pitch from Carole:

‘Former homicide detective Carrie Love has just opened her private eye shingle, and gets her first case: the ‘hearing aid guru to the stars’ wants her to find his missing daughter, who was working as a stripper. Then she finds out her father has suddenly died, and is summoned home to deal with her dysfunctional family.  Add falling in love with a porn star to the mix, and you got a recipe for disaster.’
And here’s a salty taste of LEGS.. .

LEGS, Series Pilot
From Dusk Till Dungeon’
EXT. WILSHIRE BOULEVARD – NIGHT
A canyon of airbrushed high-rise condos in Westwood
glitters on a hot summer night. Deserted at four in the morning.

A red ‘69 CADILLAC CONVERTIBLE ROARS down the street.
The kinda ride I’m gonna snag when this show goes to series.

INT. CADILLAC CONVERTIBLE – NIGHT
Behind the wheel is CARRIE LOVE (30),
long chestnut tresses frame a heart-shaped face.

Cruel red lips. Bloody blue eyes.
Legs for days. And nights.
Smokin’ hot bod that never quits.

Until it’s done.

CARRIE (V.O.)
That’s me, behind the wheel.
Homicide Detective Carrie Love, at your service.
Have blonde, will travel.
(beat)
Most people call me ‘Legs.’
People say my legs are my best feature.
Comes from rollerblading ten miles a day.
Being five foot ten doesn’t hurt, either.
More legs per square inch.
(beat)
I think my best features
are my ironic smile and my rapier wit.
But what the fuck do I know?
Most guys just stare at my boobs.

Seated next to her in the passenger seat is
LEXI STEEL (17), vixen from another planet.
Rail-thin. Blonde hair WHIPPING in the wind.

Heart-stopping in ‘naughty schoolgirl’ threads.
Right now she’s lighting a joint. Hands it to Carrie.

LEXI
Reefer madness, baby —

Carrie sees it. Smiles.
GRABS it. Takes a puff.

CARRIE
No woman, no fry —

LEXI
So you live AT the beach?

CARRIE
Swingin’ bachelorette pad deluxe, baby.
Venice beach a-go-go.
Hot and cold running pleasure,
on tap, twenty-four-seven.
(looks at her)
But I don’t fuck on the first date.

LEXI
THAT’S a shame —

CARRIE (V.O.)
I’d picked her up at Girl Bar in Beverly Hills.
Had just suffered a nasty break up
with the latest monogamy victim,
and needed a baby botox
Rodeo Driver to cleanse the palate.
Tastes great, less willing.
Nice house, owner on permanent vacation —
(beat)
You get the idea.

Carrie takes another hit on the joint.
Looks at Lexi.

CARRIE
It tastes funny. Is there —

LEXI
Angel dust? Yeah.
Pepper-minty FRESH.

Carrie squints.
Vision going blurry.
Gripping the wheel.

CARRIE
NO! It’s fucking up my HEAD —

EXT. WILSHIRE BOULEVARD – NIGHT
The Caddy FLIES AROUND A CURVE.
Reaches an intersection.

The light is yellow.
FLASHES to red.

But Carrie doesn’t see it,
and BARRELS through.
Luckily, there’s no one around —

Except for a TAXI CAB
that appears out of nowhere.

The Caddy CLIPS IT
and goes INTO A SPIN,
the weight of the monster vehicle
working like centrifugal force.

Carrie tries to HIT THE BRAKES,
but rushing on the drug,
she accidentally HITS THE GAS —

And the car SHOOTS FORWARD,
JUMPS the curb, and FLIES INTO
the glass windows of a BANK.

Glass SPRAYS IN THE AIR like a fountain.
An alarm starts SHRIEKING —

INT. BANK – NIGHT
And the Caddy FLIES into the bank,
SMASHING through desks,
SPRAYING wood and plaster
until it HITS the row of teller windows
and comes to a stop with a CRUNCH.

SPRINKLERS go off.
Water comes RAINING DOWN ON them.

Carrie watches Lexi FLY THROUGH the windshield
and HIT the wall like a ruined rag doll.

CARRIE (V.O.)
And then my life ended as I knew it —

INT. HOSPITAL – EMERGENCY ROOM – NIGHT
A team of DOCTORS and TECHS fight to save Lexi’s life.
TEARING off her clothes. Giving her blood. Sewing her up.

CARRIE (V.O.)
Turned out Lexi was the daughter
of the chief of police —
AND she was underaged.
(sings)
‘I am seventeen, going on forty’ —
(beat)
And, being a cop, driving under the influence
of booze and narcotics with a minor
at WAY past the speed limit at four AM
was the trifecta of clusterfucked.
(beat)
Not to mention fucking up a BANK.
(beat)
Oh, and the naughty schoolgirl outfit?
That was her REAL uniform —

INT. COURTROOM – DAY

Carrie stands behind a desk wearing a suit
with her ATTORNEY (40’s),
a hawk-nosed civil servant.

The POLICE CHIEF (50’s)
sits in the witness box, red-faced.

CARRIE (V.O.)
I was lucky I didn’t go to jail.
The only thing that saved my ass
was my arrest record —
(beat)
And the fact that the chief
wanted to keep his darling daughter’s
exploits out of the tabloids.

Lexi sits in the spectator section
in a wheelchair with an IV drip
and a stern-looking private nurse.

CARRIE (V.O.)
Let this be a lesson to you.
Don’t drink and drive,
obey all traffic laws,
and be VERY careful about
who you hook up with
on a Saturday night.
(beat)
Trust me.
Fucking up your boss’s daughter
kinda ass-rapes the career path —

 

 Carole Parkers HARDBOILED & HARDCORE blog, THAT KILLING FEELING is here

Thanks to Carole Parker for being my guest. 

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