Har har har har.
Screened a great film last night. Rod Lurie's NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. A thinly disguised, fictional version of the Valerie Plame / Scooter Libby CIA agent-outing story where that journalist went to jail for not revealing her source. Well, if the reporter is Kate Beckinsale, I'm ain't revealing nothin.' Great cast, including Valeria Farmiga, Alan Alda, Noah Wylie, Matt Dillon, and -- believe it or not, David Schwimmer, superb in a dramatic role. Important story about 1st amendment rights. Should be shown in classrooms.
And you thought I only liked violent stuff.
Well, okay -- there was some nifty 'women in prison' stuff with Kate in the lockup. Nice scene where she beats the shit outta some redneck chick who's stolen her bunk. Poor baby's been in jail for a year, and is starting to lose it.
Onto today's delicacy from GUN-WILD -- and this one's a doozy.
Cam and Rod head into their favorite neighborhood watering hole to take a load off and chill for a little bit ...
And then all hell breaks loose.
INT. HINANO’S - MOMENTS LATER
A warm, cozy, dark, beachy dive. Old-school.
Sawdust and peanut shells on the floor. Pool table. Neon beer signs.
The jukebox plays The Clash’s cover of I FOUGHT THE LAW over --
A pair of LOCALS at end of the bar watch a ball game
on an old TV suspended by chains up above.
Rod and Cam walk in. All eyes turn and look.
THE BARTENDER (40’s), is a large gal with a gorgeous face.
Biker-chic, with long red hair. Harley T-shirt. Bandana. Boots.
ROD FUNK? What the FUCK?
Where the hell have YOU been?
Rosie. Haven’t changed a bit.
Bull-shit. I get fatter every year.
(looks at Cam)
And who is this? You cheating on me?
This here is Cam. Fastest gun at the beach.
Pleased to meet you, doll.
Am I getting older, or are your fillies getting younger.
Don’t give me that shit.
You don’t look day over twenty-nine, baby.
Flattery will get your dick sucked.
Name your poison.
First round’s on the house.
Double shot of Jack, and a bottle of Corona.
Works for me.
Rosie turns, grabs a bottle of Jack.
Pours three shots. Slides two over.
Grabs two bottles from the cooler.
CRACKS them open.
Puts them in front of Rod and Cam.
(lifts his shot)
Honey? A toast?
Getting FUCKED UP.
They all smile. DOWN them.
(wipes his mouth)
Hit me again. Fucking cold out there.
So what do I owe the pleasure
of your company this fine evening?
Just in the nabe.
Haven’t been here in awhile,
thought it would be fun to --
Did you know your fella used to play
Ring Around the Rosie?
That’s right, dolly.
(glares at Rod)
Said he liked a gal with a little MEAT on her bones.
(glares at Cam)
But now it looks like he prefers BONES --
with no MEAT.
What the FUCK?
MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Holy fucking SHIT.
A GRIZZLED REGULAR
at the end of the bar looks at Rosie.
ROSIE. Turn on the news.
Them two are BANK ROBBERS.
Cops are lookin’ for ‘em.
Get the fuck outta here.
She turns around.
Flicks on the TV next to the register.
ON THE TV
We see Kim’s perfect drawing of Rod and Cam.
-- wanted in connection with the deaths
of three cops and two civilians. If you see them,
contact your local precinct immediately, and be careful.
They’re considered armed and extremely dangerous.
We go now to David Brazil, on the scene at Venice Beach.
Rosie reaches under the bar --
You fucking ASSHOLE.
You have the nerve to come in here --
(pulls up a baseball bat)
And FUCK with my BUSINESS.
Cam WHIPS out her Glock.
CLICKS the safety.
Put the fucking bat down, you FAT CUNT --
or I’ll blow your TITS OFF.
You wouldn’t fucking DARE.
Cam, let’s just get the fuck outta here.
Beat it, WHORE.
Cam FIRES -- BANG.
The mirror behind the bar EXPLODES.
(swings the bat)
Cam PLUGS Rosie in the face.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
Her head EXPLODES.
She DROPS the bat, CRACK.
Hits the floor, THWUNK.
Empty the register and let’s get THE FUCK outta here.
Rod HOPS over the bar.
BANGS open the drawer.
Starts grabbing the money.
Turns and looks.
Why did ya have to go and do that?
She disrespected me.
Some boyfriend YOU turned out to be.
(lowers the gun)
Grab a couple bottles of and LET’S GO.
Rod shoves the money in his pocket.
Grabs the booze.
Grizzled Regular stares at Cam.
Shaking with fear.
Please don’t shoot. We didn’t see nothing.
We-we-we won’t t-talk.
The other regular, a dumb-looking CONSTRUCTION WORKER
whispers into his cell phone.
Cam sees this. MARCHES over.
GIMMEE THAT PHONE.
(snatches it from him)
Who THE FUCK were you calling?
She SHOOTS him in the head. BANG.
Dumb-looking falls off his stool.
Hits the floor. THUMP.
Ohmigod, NO -- PLEASE, NO!
Cam puts the gun in the waistband of her jeans.
Don’t worry. You get to live.
Gotta leave someone to tell the story.
Grizzled nods vigorously, scared shitless.
You tell the fucking cops that it was SELF-DEFENSE.
That the fat, fucking whore was gonna ATTACK ME.
Let’s blow this cluster-fuck.