Monday, July 25, 2016

Storyboard


Detective. 
Private detective. 
Tough-as-nails. 
Tough-as-nails private detective. 
Tough-as-nails transsexual private detective. 

Transsexual. 
Privately transsexual. 
Publicly detecting. 
Professionally but privately. 
Tough-as-nails privately transsexual publicly private detective shooting loudly while racing down the freeway at ten past midnight. 

Shipment. 
Illegal shipment. 
Inspectors. 
Bribed inspectors. 
Cash. 
Tough-as-nails privately transsexual publicly private detective shooting loudly at the illegal shipment while racing down the freeway after the bribed inspectors at ten past midnight. 

Legs. 
Heels. 
Stilettos. 
Luscious. 
Scarlet. 
Silver. 
Scarlet stiletto heels fading into the red vinyl wrappings wrapped around the long luscious thighs that clench the black leather bike belonging to the tough-as-nails privately transsexual publicly private detective shooting loudly at the illegal shipment while racing down the freeway after the bribed inspectors in the truck driven by her jealous former boyfriend the mayor’s nephew at ten past midnight.  Squealing tires and heated words and clenched fists and ruptured fuel cells and tragic explosions and sudden regret.  Dynamic detective cradling mayor’s dying nephew on firelit asphalt.  Silver briefcase spilling cash, now so meaningless. 

String. 
Gap. 
G-string. 

Helicopters. 
Tears. 
Dress. 

Cameras. 
Smoke. 
Sex. 

Mayor’s dying nephew crying tears of shame while helicopters hover above the smoking street shining spotlights on the scene.  Spent casings, smoky crash, silver cash.  Cunning cameramen catching the dying view through the thigh gap beneath the gentle bulge under the white cotton worn by the private detective.  Co-perpetrator limping from the wreck and climbing the highway divider to escape unhindered while the creepy cameramen expose private dick.  Mayor’s nephew drawing final breath and collapsing in the arms of the tough-as-nails publicly transsexual private detective.  Cameras, clips, cash, crash.  Private detective putting the gun to her own head. 

Loudspeakers. 
Tears. 
Cruisers. 
Warnings. 
Detective. 
Publicly transsexual private detective with bountiful bought breasts screaming at the cops to stay back from the boyfriend’s body while waving a powerful pistol at the balding sergeant who doesn’t know yet.  Balding sergeant stroking her shoulder and brushing her hair back from her face and telling her to calm down and holding her in his arms appreciatively and thinking she could be the one while the cops who got there earlier laugh but not too loudly.  Mayor’s limousine pulling up.  Mayor’s socialite sister rushing from the limousine and dropping diamonds in agony as she cradles her broken boy behind the doomed detective.  Mayor’s socialite sister wailing loudly while she steals the illegal shipment invoice evidence implicating her from the dead boyfriend’s left jacket pocket. 

Chemical Factory. 
Adjusting earpieces. 
Click. 
Warning. 
Handgun. 
Head. 
Private detective warning socialite sister to drop the evidence.  Patrol officers warning private detective to drop the gun.  Balding sergeant bellowing at the boys to stand down.  Mayor’s bodyguards adjusting earpieces.  Mayor shutting the limousine door and praying his sister goes down in a hail of gunfire freeing him to inherit the entire interest in comatose father’s chemical factory.  Private detective rushing to explain illegal shipment invoice evidence to balding sergeant.  Eager patrol officer with a new baby at home thinking about upcoming opening for sergeant’s pay.  Balding sergeant recognizing threatening gleam and pointing gun at fellow officers.  Mayor’s socialite sister reaching for decorative derringer.  Mayor’s bodyguards receiving the secret signal and adjusting their aim toward the backs of the cops. 

Shots. 
Shot. 
Shots. 
Dead. 
Dead. 
All Dead. 

Cameras. 
Searchlights. 
Helicopters. 

Wood. 
Gloss. 
Cake. 
White cake. 
White cake on silver platter on white tablecloth inside spacious white tent surrounded by guests.  Mayor’s socialite sister and wayward nephew feet to feet in matching glossy coffins of honeyed wood open for viewing.  Mayor dourly shaking hands.  Mayor calmly visiting coffins.  Mayor eating cake.  Mayor smiling.  

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