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Examining the Hellboy Graphic Novel ‘Into the Silent Sea’ Ahead of the Upcoming Movie Release in 2018

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Examining the Hellboy Graphic Novel ‘Into the Silent Sea’ Ahead of the Upcoming Movie Release in 2018

Hellboy is returning to the silver screen next year with Stranger Things actor David Harbour replacing Ron Perlman as the titular character. The film is looking to strike a new tone with the film’s screenwriter Andrew Cosby stating that the reboot will be a “darker, more gruesome” version than the previous releases.

The new film, titled: Hellboy: Rise of the Blood Queen, will lean much closer to the tone of the Hellboy comics. Cosby confirmed that the film’s director Neil Marshall (The Descent, Game of Thrones) wants the movie to “walk a razor’s edge between horror and comic book movie.” As the upcoming film will be closer to the comic book version of the character, we look at the Hellboy graphic novel Into the Silent Sea released earlier this year.

Into the Silent Sea is a Hellboy original comic co-written by Hellboy creator Mike Mignolia, co-written and illustrated by Gary Gianni, and coloured by Dave Steward. The graphic novel is a direct sequel to Mike Mignolia’s 2005 two issue mini series Hellboy: The Island. Into the Silent Sea follows Hellboy after he has set sail from the deserted island. After escaping the island Hellboy runs into a ghost ship, and is taken prisoner by a mysterious phantom crew.

Speaking to Dark Horse before the graphic novel’s release, Gary Gianni described Into the Silent Sea as “Hellboy’s greatest adventure”. Gianni has illustrated work for George R. R. Martin, Harlan Ellison, Ray Bradbury, and Michael Chabon. He also created the Monstermen series, which was a back-up feature in Hellboy. He calls Into the Silent Sea “the biggest comic event of the year”.

Mike Mignolia debuted Hellboy in 1993 and the character has become a cult favourite due to its Lovecraftian horror and ironic humour. In an interview with Nerdist this year, Mignolia explained that part of Hellboy’s success was due to releasing the stories as a mini-series or graphic novel, rather than the tradition monthly comic book model. “One of the things I really think I did differently to other things out there was to tell short stories. Almost half of the Hellboy stuff – some of the better Hellboy stuff – are these eight or 12 page stories.”

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The format has clearly worked, as Hellboy is one of the most successful comic book characters outside DC and Marvel. In preparation for the movie remake, Dark Horse formed a partnership with DC Comics in order for Hellboy to be included in the highly-acclaimed video game, Injustice 2, which includes some of the most popular superheroes of the DC Universe. Hellboy’s parent company also signed a deal with online entertainment firm Slingo to release the Hellboy slot game on its platform that uses the Hellboy from the comics rather than the screen. Hellboy is a casual game that uses themes and characters based on the iconic Dark Horse character. The two partnerships with entertainment companies is a clear sign of how popular both the comic book and screen version of the character is with audiences.

The Hellboy remake will star David Harbour as Hellboy, and Milla Jovovich (Resident Evil) as the film’s antagonist, The Blood Queen. The film is expected to be released at the end of 2018. Fans who are waiting for the film should make sure they keep up with the latest adventure of the character in Into the Silent Sea.

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Short, Sharp Interview: Max Adams.

max adamsPDB: Can you pitch THE NEW SCREENWRITER’S SURVIVAL GUIDE in 25 words or less?

No, but David Trottier, author of The Screenwriter’s Bible can:  “Before you even think of marketing your script, read this book and change your screenwriting life.”

PDB: Which music, books, films or television shows have floated your boat recently?

I enjoyed Looper a lot.  I like smart time travel pieces.  I’m a fan of Justified, Game of Thrones, and Being Human.  I don’t do cable though so I get most of my television on discs or on iTunes a bit after they come out on the air.  I like Adele.

PDB: Is it possible for a writer to be an objective reader/ viewer?

Well that is maybe not the right question.  The right question might be, Can a human being be an objective reader/reviewer?  Human beings in general have a hard time with objectivity, I think.  But.  I also think writers, because of their craft training, can be more objective than most, evaluating a piece of writing based on the craft, because writers have craft skills that allow them some distance where someone without those craft skills may be simply reacting to a piece of writing on an emotional level.  So if anybody can be at least close to objective, it probably is writers first, the rest of humanity second.

PDB: How useful or important are social media for you?

Very to both.  My entire school is online in an online forum and an online chatroom.  Most of my professional interaction with people is through websites and email.  And that is just the professional side of things, not the personal.  With personal stuff, I follow politics and news online mostly through social media.  When storms are coming in in Texas, you get more information faster about what is happening and where if you are on Twitter following the storm chasers than you ever will on TV news.  I told a guy on Twitter once that a storm was headed right for him and he should hit a hotel.  He did, and when he got back the next morning, the house was leveled.  He would not have known to cut and run if someone on a social media site watching the storm chasers hadn’t known he was in a direct path.  Social media is powerful.

PDB: What’s on the cards for the rest of 2013?

Find an assistant.  Put out the hard copy of The New Screenwriter’s Survival Guide.  Hit some festivals.  Teach some classes.  Write some episodes for a couple series.  Buy some pretty shoes.  The usual.  [smile]

Max Adams

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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. 

SPOTLIGHT ON … Carole Parker – Screenwriter : Part Two

SPOTLIGHT ON …
Carole Parker –Screenwriter:Part Two
 
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
 
 
THE HEISTERS 
by 

Carole Parker

 
EXT. SANTA MONICA – BAY STREET – NIGHT
A leafy side-street off the main drag. Quiet. Bucolic.
Small homes. Some nice, some shitty. The cheap seats. But safe.
A WOMAN (40) comes walking toward us down the sidewalk.
Tough-looking, but very hot. Cigarette dangling off blood-red lips. 
Curves galore. Legs for days. Lips for nights.
Meet KELSEY HAZARD, a tight, taught bundle of swagger.
Long chestnut hair tied tight in a ponytail.
Eyes flashing with that world-weary air
of someone who’s seen it all.
Several times.
She gets to the corner. Starts walking across the street.
 
KELSEY (V.O.)
The job had gone well.
We’d made off with
a little over a million bucks.
All in all, not a bad haul.
Kelsey gets to the front door of a small MARKET. Goes in.
 
INT. MARKET – NIGHT
Kelsey walks over the beer cooler.
Grabs a couple six-packs.
Takes them up to the register.
 
KELSEY (V.O.)
I’d been holed up for two days
with a low-level errand boy
for a local crew, and needed supplies.
(beat)
All that fucking makes a gal thirsty.
 
KELSEY (CONT’D)
(to the clerk)
Can I get a carton of Marlboro one-hundreds?
The AWKWARD CLERK (20) nods.
Reaches up above for the smokes.
 
KELSEY (V.O.) (CONT’D)
We’d all been laying low for a few days
after the score until the heat died down.
Awkward rings up the total.
Looks at the register.
AWKWARD CLERK
That’ll be seventy-two dollars
and thirty-eight cents.
 
KELSEY
(gives him some cash)
Fucking cancer sticks are gonna
break the bank one of these days —
AWKWARD CLERK
(takes it)
You should smoke generics, like I do.
Much cheaper.
She looks at him more closely. Appraising.
 
KELSEY
You live around here?
 
AWKWARD CLERK
Uh — yeah. On t-tenth street.
 
KELSEY
(arches an eyebrow)
Maybe sometime we could –
work out a trade.
 
AWKWARD CLERK
Uh — yeah. Sure —
 
KELSEY
(nods, big smile)
Later.
He stares. She grabs her bag.
Starts for the door.
PIMPLY CLERK
Hey. You forgot your change —
 
KELSEY
(over her shoulder)
Keep it. Get yourself something nice.
Splurge. Live a little.
And she’s gone. Awkward watches her go.
Shakes his head. Wow.
 
EXT. BAY STREET – NIGHT
We watch from the across the street
as Kelsey walks down the sidewalk with her bag.
Heels CLICK-CLICKING on the cement.
 
KELSEY (V.O.)
The name’s Hazard. Kelsey Hazard.
I’m a heister.
(beat)
I steal for a living. Big jobs, mostly.
Armored cars. Stadium jobs. Race tracks.
Even jacked a coin convention once.
But no banks. That shit’ll get you killed.
And besides, it’s a federal offense. 
I’ll stick with the local heat, thank you.
She turns onto a driveway.
Starts walking up to a Craftsman bungalow.
Once nice, now crumbling in disrepair.
 
KELSEY (V.O.) (CONT’D)
I do one or two jobs a year.
Then live off the take the rest of the time.
I plan my jobs meticulously –
and I’ve never been caught.
Kelsey opens the front door, goes in.
 
INT. BUNGALOW – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
 
Dimly lit. Decor, ‘early dorm room.’
She walks through into —
 
KELSEY (V.O.)
I’m completely off the grid.
Have never paid taxes. 
 
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT
The kitchen, where she puts
the smokes on the counter.
The beers into the fridge. 
 
KELSEY (V.O.)
As far as Uncle Sam goes, I don’t exist —
She pulls off two cans, walks into —
 
INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT
Dark, with light spilling out
from an doorway at the end.
 
She walks toward the bedroom.
 
KELSEY
I’m back —
(beat)
Miss me?
Gets to the door. Starts to walk in —
 
KELSEY (CONT’D)
Rested up for the next round?
She looks, sees a YOUNG STUD (25)
propped up in bed.
 
A long SAMURAI SWORD stuck in his neck.
Pinning him to the head board.
 
Blood everywhere.
Must have been SOME geyser.
 
KELSEY (CONT’D)
NO!
Kelsey RACES over to the closet.
Opens it. Looks.
 
She WHEELS AROUND.
Head whipping back and forth.
In a RAGE.
 
KELSEY (CONT’D)
The MONEY —
She stops. Closes her eyes.
Takes a deep breath. Opens them.
Now blazing. Full of FIRE.
 
KELSEY (CONT’D)
 
(under her breath)
 
Somebody’

The Grilling: Part Two

PDB: Your titles are pretty damn eye catching. Do you spend a lot of time on them?

CP: YES. That’s one of the first things I learned from the pros. You HAVE to have a title that when someone hears or reads it, they go, ‘DAMN. I wanna see that!’

Example.  My next project?  ZOMBIE AND JULIET.

Everyone I tell it to gets excited, smiles or laughs. Get the idea?

PDB: Influences?

CP: Wow. Too many.  Chandler. Tarantino.  Hammett. Spillane.  Rodriguez.  Leonard. MacDonald.  Miller. Coen brothers.  Besson.  Jean-Pierre Melville. Lumet.  (Interesting that some of ’em are novelists, huh?)

PDB: Why were you kicked off Faceache?

CP: Hard to say. I was warned about ‘inappropriate images,’ but they were never removed like they said they were. Methinks it was some disgruntled stalker I defreinded who then went on a rampage.

PDB: Tell us a bit of jucy gossip?

CP: Tom Cruise is GAY.   One of the Warchowski brothers is now a ‘Warchowski sister’, and Hollywood won’t acknowledge it.    I’m single.

PDB: Avatator, Aviator or Ace Ventura?

CP:Aviator.  But Ace is a close second.  Haven’t seen the other, and never will.

PDB: If Carole Parker were a song she would be …?

CP: ‘Kiss, Kiss, Kill, Kill’ by Horrorpops.  Or maybe ‘The Look Of Love’ by ABC.

PDB: What’s next…?

CP: See above. ZOMBIE AND JULIET.  The Carrie Love drama pilot LEGS is about to be pitched to the premium cable networks, and THE HEISTERS is about to ‘go out wide’ in Hollywood.  And don’t forget the NOWHERE GIRL comic book, which is supposed to come out this fall.

It’s my year, baby.

Carole Parker’s HARDCORE & HARDBOILED blog, THAT KILLING FEELING, is HERE
 

PART  THREE  OF SPOTLIGHT ON CAROLE PARKER CONTINUES NEXT WEEK!

 

SPOTLIGHT ON … Carole Parker – Screenwriter : Part One

SPOTLIGHT ON …Carole Parker – Screenwriter : Part One

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,best-selling author of 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

A DISH BEST KILLED
by
Carole Parker

EXT. JETT’S APARTMENT – BALCONY – NIGHT

Lit by a gas lamp. Jett sits at a small cafe table with a laptop.
A half-dozen empty beer bottles litter the surface.
She lights a smoke. Looks intently at the screen.

ON THE SCREEN
we see a scene from THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE.
LANA TURNER, resplendent in a white one-piece bathing suit,
sashays down the stairs. Stops. James Garfield leers.
JAMES GARFIELD (V.O.)
With my brains and your looks,we could really go places —

JETT
looks at her wistfully.Takes a pull from her longneck

JETT
I’ll have to get Haven one of those.

Her cell phone BRING-RINGS.
She picks it up.

JETT
This is Jett.

HAVEN (V.O.)
It’s me.

JETT
Hello, you. What’s up?

HAVEN (V.O.)
I need to see you.

JETT
But I thought —

HAVEN (V.O.)
It’s an emergency. Dart, he —
(beat)
I’m right outside. Can I come up?

Jett looks, sees —
HAVEN standing in the driveway down below.
With Buster on a leash.
Small and scared-looking.
She waves, a hopeful half-smile.

JETT
My place is a mess. I’ll be right down.

EXT. JETT’S APARTMENT BUILDING – DRIVEWAY – MOMENTS LATER

Jett dashes over to Haven. Worried.
Pulls her down the driveway to where it ends at the canal.

JETT
What’s up? Did something go wrong?

HAVEN
He went into shock.
He’s having — an attack.

JETT
That’s good, right?

HAVEN
Yeah, but he’s so — loud. I’m scared.
I’m afraid he’s gonna wake up the neighborhood,
especially fucking Nola.
Can you come back to the boat with me?

JETT
Isn’t that kinda dangerous?
What about —

HAVEN
It’s one in the morning.
Everyone’s lights are out.
(beat)
And I want to keep it that way.

INT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT – LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

Buster comes BOUNDING in. Followed by Haven. Then Jett.

HAVEN
That’s what I’m telling you. Listen —

We hear low, ANGUISHED MOANING from upstairs.

JETT
What’s happening to him?

HAVEN
His body is screaming out for insulin,
but he’s not getting any, so his blood sugar is plummeting.
He’s having seizures. Bad ones.

JETT
How long — will it take for him to —

HAVEN
A couple hours. Maybe more. I dunno.
(beat)
They didn’t teach us about this at the nursing academy.

JETT
What if you gave him a shot of insulin?
Make it look like you tried to save him?
What would happen?

HAVEN
If it’s in time, it would save his life.
(beat)
So how do I explain not helping him?

JETT
You went to sleep in the guest bedroom.
You weren’t feeling well —

HAVEN
But I can fucking HEAR him.

JETT
Not if you sleep with earplugs. I do.

Another MOAN. This time, LOUDER.

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Hello, is anybody home?

In walks NOLA.More than a few sheets to the wind.

HAVEN
Nola, what are you doing here?

Another MOAN.

NOLA
What the fuck am I DOING HERE?
Your husband sounds like he’s DYING up there.

HAVEN
He’s fine, it’s a new medication —

JETT
We’ve got it handled.

Nola stares. Quivering with anger.

NOLA
I know what’s going on between you too.
I’ve seen you fucking and sucking like monkeys in the zoo.

HAVEN
You fucking BITCH —

JETT
Haven —

NOLA
And now you’re trying to KILL him, for what?
The INSURANCE MONEY?
Well, I’ve SEEN THAT MOVIE, and you’re NOT getting AWAY with it.

She pulls out her cell phone.

Jett races over, GRABS it.

Nola starts POUNDING on her chest with tiny fists.

NOLA
No, STOP! Give that BACK! Give that BACK!

JETT
Quiet, please! Let me explain!

NOLA
No! I’m gonna call the COPS!

JETT
(sees something)
Haven, NO!

HAVEN
stands behind Nola.

Bends down, and SHOVES a BUTCHER KNIFE in Nola’s back.

The little demon SCREAMS in pain.

NOLA
You STABBED ME! Fucking BITCH!

HAVENFUCK YOU! Fucking MIDGET!

Incensed, in shock, Nola turns
and ATTACKS Haven like a wild animal, BITING, KICKING, SCRATCHING.

Haven tries to fight back, but she’s no match against the tiny terror.

NOLA
I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU!

HAVEN
No, STOP!

JETT
Leave HER ALONE!

Jett GRABS Nola.
THROWS her across the room.
She HITS the wall with a sickening THWUMP.
BANGS onto the floor. Lights out.
A pool of BLOOD starts spreading.

HAVEN
Fucking nosy MIDGET.

JETT
(reels back, in shock)What have I done?

Another, louder MOAN from upstairs.

HAVEN
NOW what are we gonna do?

JETT
You go upstairs and shut him the fuck up,
and I’ll care of — the body.

HAVEN
But what am I supposed to —

JETT
I don’t know.
But we got to buy us some time, so I can —
(gestures at Nola)
Get rid of — that.

Pause.

HAVEN
Wait a minute. Listen.Do you hear that?

JETT
Hear what? I don’t hear anything.

HAVEN
Exactly. He stopped —

They RACE up the stairs into —
DART’S BEDROOM
which is empty.

HAVEN
What the fuck? Where did he –?

JETT
(sees, points)
There he is. Out on the deck.


EXT. CRAYCE HOUSEBOAT – ROOF DECK – CONTINUOUS

Dart stands at the railing. Bent over.

DART
Somebody — HELP —

HAVEN
Dart, honey.
What are you doing out here?
You’ll catch your death of cold.

She starts to walk toward him, but he freaks out.

DART
No — you — stay away — away —

And, as he tries to move away from her, he lurches backward, loses his footing,
slips, and FALLS OVER —
And HITS the inky black water with a SPLASH.

HAVEN
SHIT.

JETT
We’ve just been FUCKED.

HAVEN
What do we do NOW?

JETT
We gotta take care of — the body.

They RACE downstairs.
Jett looks around.
Sees her gym bag.
Empties it out.
Goes over to Nola’s dead body.
Stuffs her in the bag.
Uses the gym clothes to sop up the blood.

JETT
You COULD help me out here —

HAVEN
Blood makes me — freak out.
(looks around)
Wait a minute. Where’s Buster?

JETT
He must have run away.
We’ll look for him later.

HAVEN
Don’t bother.
He was Dart’s dog.
Drove me fucking crazy.

Jett stuffs the bloody clothes in the bag.
Goes to the sink. Washes her hands.Looks back at Haven.

JETT
As soon as I’m out the door, call 911.
Tell them as much of the truth as you can.
He had an attack.
You didn’t hear it because you were sleeping.

HAVEN
I’ve got it. I was listening to my Ipod.

JETT
Even better.
Then, you went to check on him,and he was out on the deck.

HAVEN
And he — and he —

JETT
Got startled when you called out to him.

HAVEN
That’ll work.

JETT
It’ll have to work.

Jett dries off her hands.
Goes to Haven. Kisses her.

JETT
I love you more than —

HAVEN
Enough to kill?

PUSH IN ON Jett.
Hugging Haven for dear life.

JETT
Straight down the line, baby.
(beat)
Straight down the line.

THE GRILLING: Part One.

PDB: Where were you brought up?

Carole Parker: Lake Forest, an affluent suburb of Chicago, on the ‘North Shore.’ Where many of John Hughes movies take place.

PDB: Has your turbulent youth been an influence on your writing?

CP:My early youth was far from turbulent. I grew up in a safe, bland ultra-conservative household in a lily-white suburb … My TEENAGE years, however, were fraught with danger and trouble. So for that part, the answer would be YES …

PDB: Who the hell is Carrie Love?

CP:Carrie Love is a chain-smoking, hard-drinking, promiscuous lipstick lesbian private eye who lives on the beach in Venice, California.

And she’s me, about 15 year ago …

PDB: Describe a typical writing session.

CP:In the morning, it’s for hire. Lots of coffee, water, cigarettes and ‘chill’ music on satellite radio. In the afternoon, it’s my joint, with more of the same, although the music fits the story more. Right now it’s jazz, while I finish up the rewrite on THE HEISTERS. (Next up is a zombie film, so I have no idea what THAT music will be … )

In the AM, I go for about two hours, and in the afternoon, about three. I no longer write on the weekends, as it was pointed out by a former manager that I should have a life. And living on the beach, that’s really easy to do.

PDB: What’s this about the Nowhere Girl graphic novel?

CP:Well, after a false start with one artist who never did the work, I was approached by an even better artist in Montreal, and he should have a prototype ready for Comic-con in NYC in October. The thinking was, since so many graphic novels get adapted into films, I figured I’d adapt my spy thriller script into a graphic novel, which will then get adapted into a film. Kind of contrived and ass-backward, but then, that’s Hollywood for you.

PDB: Is this the time of your life?

CP:Probably. But then I’ve had several of them. Back in NYC in the early 80’s, pre-AIDS, when Ecstasy was legal. Good times, that. And then when I left my job as a TV executive to write and produce. That was another. But right now, having so much work under my belt, and so much activity with my career, I guess I’d say right now IS the time of my life.

Hmm. Sounds like a beer ad …

Carole Parker‘s HARDBOILED & HARDCORE blog, THAT KILLING FEELING, is HERE
PART TWO OFSPOTLIGHT ON CAROLE PARKER CONTINUES NEXT SATURDAY!

Carole Parker – Short Sharp Interview

Bar_Sign_1527 (1)PDB) Do you listen to music when you write?