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Demolition BITTCH
Demolition BITTCH
Demolition BITTCH
B.I.T.T.T.C.H
by
Delicious Vodka DeBlair
[open sound of ice clinking in whiskey tumbler, focus on blood red pair of lips]
"They say trouble comes in 3's...
"And I'm not one to argue with them.
"You know, I've been around this galaxy a lot longer than it may look. And there are a
lot of tough customers."
[pausing to sip her drink]
"So, since you're here, and got nothing better to do, let me buy you a drink and tell you
just how it got this crazy...
[cut to futuristic city scene, changing from day to night and back in different locations
as she speaks]
You know, life has a way of throwing things at you that you least expect.
Oh, I know, you've heard that line a thousand times, [sigh] but haven't we all?
But really. Its true! [second sigh]
I'm a B.I.T.T.T.C.H. [clip back to lips, motionless for 1 second][clip to pair of steel cold,
calculating blue eyes, also expressionless]
Yeah, you heard me right, but you probably spelled it wrong. [clip back to the lips as
they break into smirk, enhanced by a half chuckle]
That's alright hon, you ain't the first, and you won't be the last...[voice trails off distantly]
Episode 1
DIRTY DEEDS:
AT ANY PRICE
You know, in this line of business, you tend to end up making more enemies than
friends.
Of course, usually, you make dead enemies, because living enemies tend to want to
make you dead. Of course, I'm sure you know this story plot without my telling you.
But what you might not have known, is that along the way, it some times pays to make
a few friends as well. Friends in high places for sure, but usually its the friends in low places
who get you out of a jam.
Once I got this assignment that was seemingly quite routine, enforce an import tariff on
smuggled jewelry 'by any means', you know the racket...
Well, what nobody bothered to tell me is what these jewels were, where they were from
and why I was even involved with them since in the end, they were not in my bureau's
jurisdiction...