Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Getaway


Had a great time last night. Screened VERTIGO for the first time I don't know how long. The great thing about losing your memory is the ability to enjoy an old, classic film and forget the ending. What a hum-dinger. Beautiful, restored print, too. Even spotted Hitchcock's cameo, two minutes in. Beautiful, exciting, heartbreaking stuff.

Shame Grace Kelly wasn't available. Kim Novack is gorgeous and all that, but not such a great actress. Jimmy Stewart was effortless as usual. Great score, too. What a great film. Can't wait for REAR WINDOW tonight. Think I just might cruise through all my Hitch faves ...

Okay, enough dilly-dallying.
Time for the exciting conclusion to the bank job from GUN-WILD.

And yes, there will be blood.
***

INT. BANK - CONTINUOUS
Cam STOMPS on the I-phone. CRUNCH.

CAM
(CONT’D)
Sit on my FACEBOOK.

Then CRACKS her boot on the BlackBerry.

CAM
(CONT’D)
Twitter-twitter, little star.

HONDO AND NET
SHOVE their shotguns in Soccer Mom’s face.

Net THROWS a gym bag on the counter.

HONDO
Empty the drawer, into the bag.

SOCCER MOM
Okay --

Like a nervous bird, she starts shoving cash in the bag.

HONDO
Now the other drawer.
You cooperate, and no one’s gonna get hurt.

Soccer hesitates, scared shitless.

NET
DO IT, NOW!
Or I’ll blow your fucking HEAD OFF.

She opens the drawer, pulls out cash, stuffs it in the bag.

HONDO
Now THE VAULT.

Soccer turns and looks at the vault.
The stacks of cash.

Net SHOVES her shotgun against Soccer’s temple.

NET
Are you RETARDED?
Empty the FUCKING VAULT.

Soccer’s face turns RED. Starts having a stroke.
Falls to the floor, twitching and grabbing her throat.
Tongue lolling out.

SOCCER MOM
(gurgling)
GAAAAA --

HONDO
Goddammit.
(GRABS the bag)
You want anything done, you gotta do it YOURSELF.

Hondo goes the vault. Starts shoving in banded wads of cash.

THE GUARD
GRAPPLES Cam around the waist.
Blindly grasping for her gun.
Cam CRACKS him in the head.
He REELS backwards.

NET
Turns. Sees what’s going on. Points her gun.

NET
Hey, ASSHOLE. On the FLOOR, NOW.

THE GUARD
Pulls out his gun.
Starts moving in the direction of her voice.
Blindly waving it toward her.
Trying to wipe the paint from his face.

She SHOOTS HIM in the head-- BANG.
He REELS BACKWARD. HITS the floor.
A pool of blood starts growing.

NET
(CONT’D)
I hate it when they don’t listen.

HONDO
(looks)
What THE FUCK?

NET
He wouldn’t listen.

HONDO
I told you, NO SHOOTING.

A siren WHOOP-WHOOPS outside.

CAM
THE COPS.

Hondo looks at his watch. Two minutes.
GRABS the bag.

HONDO
Let’s MOVE IT.

He races toward the back door.
Net follows him. Then Cam.

HONDO
(CONT'D)
(pushes it)
It’s FUCKING LOCKED.

Net raises her gun.
BLASTS the door off its hinges. BANG!
EJECTS the shells. They hit the floor.
CLINK, CLINK.

NET
(SHOVES in ammo)
Now it’s open.

MALE VOICE
(O.C.)
POLICE! DON’T MOVE!

They turn. Look.
A pair of SANTA MONICA COPS stand in the doorway.
Guns pointed at them.

HONDO
(to Cam)
You didn’t LOCK THE DOOR.

CAM
Shit --

ANGRY COP
HANDS IN AIR! NOW!

NET
Go FUCK YOURSELF!

She SHOOTS the cop.
He FLIES BACKWARD.
Shoots at the ceiling.

The SECOND COP fires at NET.
She DUCKS. FIRES. BANG. BANG.
Cuts him off at the knees.
He SCREAMS in pain.

Hondo GRABS Cam’s hand.

HONDO
COME ON.

Races out the door, pulling her with him.

Cam LEAPS UP. Follows them into --

THE REAR ALLEY
Where Rod is parked in the Olds, engine idling. Doors open.
Hondo THROWS the bag onto the rear seats.
Jumps in front. Cam and Net pile in after him, get in the back.
SLAM the doors.

And the car PEELS OUT in a SCREECH of rubber.

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