Onto today's blistering scene from HIT & RUN HOLIDAY. Better hold onto your seats, hipsters, because today we've got ourselves a classic chase scene.
Or, as Kelly Klavan puts it ...
'This is like The Bourne Identity. I LOVE IT.'
So let's join the action, where disgraced cop Carrie Love, joined by the aforementioned journalist Kelly Klavan, are in hot pursuit of white slave trafficker/former Marine Bland Loosener, down the streets of West Hollywood ...
On a bicycle. Being chased by a car.
And a scooter ...
EXT. WEST HOLLYWOOD - ALLEY - AT THAT MOMENT
The outlaw-swing of The Clash’s THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN over --
Carrie. TEARING ASS on foot down the cobblestones, reaches --
EXT. SANTA MONICA BOULEVARD - CONTINUOUS
Sidewalks mostly empty. But a crush of CARS clog the street.
Rush hour minions on their way to normalcy.
Carrie STOPS. WHIRLS AROUND. Looks, sees --
sprinting down the sidewalk.
Reaching the next corner.
Bland stops for traffic.
Sees a bicycle leaning against the railing of a sidewalk cafe.
Pulls out his gun. Shoots off the lock -- BANG.
GRABS the handlebars. HOPS on.
runs after him. Sees his two-wheeled escape vehicle.
The Bicycle thief! Somebody stop him!
hears her. Turns around, pedalling. Smiles, evil.
sprints. Hears a MOTOR GROWL.
Turns, sees --
A HOT CHICK
on a Vespa scooter.
Knapsack overflowing with books. UCLA.
runs up to the chick. Waves her arms.
Police, off the bike! This is an emergency!
HOT UCLA CHICK
You’re not a cop. Fuck you.
Yes I fucking AM.
Carrie PUNCHES her in the jaw.
Coed slides off the bike.
She jumps on. Looks down.
Shakes her head.
Kids these days.
HITS THE GAS, and TAKES OFF.
DOWN THE STREET
Kelly drives Carrie’s bomber. Fishtails.
HITS the curb. BANG.
Barrels down the sidewalk.
I’m going to die, I’m going to die --
weaves between the cars.
pedals north on the sidewalk.
hits a trash can. BANG.
Pedestrians JUMP out of the way.
looks to her left. Sees her car. Kelly.
What the FUCK do you think you’re doing!
leans out the window.
I’m chasing him!
So am I! Pull over!
You fuck up my car, I’m gonna kill you!
They reach an intersection. Stop.
Traffic pours by, blocking them.
Carrie POUNDS the handlebars.
Bland WHIZZES by. Going south.
There he goes! Down San Vicente!
This is like the Bourne Identity!
I LOVE IT.
Kelly pushes the nose of the car into traffic.
A MINI COOPER BANGS into his rear fender.
She turns the wheel, RAMS into the Mini.
MINI COOPER DRIVER
Fuck you! You hit my car!
leans out his window.
Carrie! He’s getting away! C’mon --
He GUNS it, turns right, going south.
ZOOMS away, hot on his tail.
Bland pumps furiously on the bike.
Pulls a PDA out of his pocket.
Fingers the buttons. Looks at --
of the area. A blinking RED LIGHT pulses,
a couple of blocks from a pop-up
that reads ‘YOU ARE HERE.’
looks to his right. A small, city PARK.
He turns, rides up on the grass.
FLIES BY a swing set and jungle gym.
Two CHILDREN swing on the swings.
Look. Crazy man ridin’ on the grass --
on the Vespa, followed by Kelly in her car WHIZ by.
Shit. Look at that.
Damn. I can’t wait until I can drive.