Screened WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU last night -- a cool, little indie crime flick featuring Ethan Hawke, Mark Ruffalo, Donnie Wahlberg and Amanda Peet. Nasty little mob story about low-level thugs in South Boston. Small story, but well-told. To say more would ruin the surprises in store. Check it out.
Onto today's joint from GUN-WILD. I'm gonna skip the next scene, because it's short. Just know that robbery/homicide detectives Bobby Teen and Taya Ralls have learned the identity of the owner of the Winnebago, and it's a doozy -- billionaire media mogul Geffin Diller. (Nice, huh?) They're now on their way over to his estate, armed with a picture of Cam -- who we now realize is his daughter.
So let's get back to Cam and Rod. They've just jacked a local dive bar, and are now once again ...
On the lam.
EXT. VENICE PIER - PARKING LOT - AT THAT MOMENT
Rod and Cam RUN to the VW van.
JUMP in. SLAM the doors.
He rubs the wires together.
They SPARK. The engine ROARS.
Let’s get the fuck OUTTA HERE.
Cam turns, looks in the back.
The MONEY, it’s GONE!
(SLAMS on the brakes)
What THE FUCK?
THE BACK OF THE VAN
POUNDS on the steering wheel.
That was TWO-HUNDRED GRAND.
We should’ve taken it with us, LIKE I SAID.
Shut the fuck up and let me think.
Think while you’re driving.
We gotta get THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.
Rod puts the van into gear,
and ROARS out the parking lot.
We gotta find a place to hole up for a bit.
Then make a new score.
How much did we get from the bar?
That should keep us going for a little while.
Rod, we gotta blow town.
The cops are gonna trace the RV back to my parents.
If they already haven’t.
Shit. Fuck me in the ass. FUCK ME.
Okay. Here’s what we do.
We hole up in a fleabag motel,
the kind where they don’t give a fuck.
Then, tomorrow -- we change our appearance
so we look different, and go knock off another bank.
NOW you’re talking.
(looks up ahead)
As a matter of fact,
there’s a nice little ‘adult motel’ coming up.
The van drives through an intersection.
You mean the kind with the magic fingers?
Give you any ideas?
How can you think of sex at a time like this?
I’m a guy.
That’s all you guys think about.
You think with your dick.
At least I don’t think with my gun.
(looks out the window)
EXT. ADULT MOTEL - NIGHT
A shitty, run-down joint with bars on the windows next to a vacant lot.
The sign reads THE STARLET. FREE HBO.
The VW van pulls into the parking lot. Stops.
IN THE VAN
Rod turns, looks at Cam.
Cam, baby. We’ve been through a lot of shit today.
We’re both exhausted. Strung out.
Look. I really care about you.
And I’m sorry about what happened with -- you know.
DON’T say it.
It’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t.
Let’s just chill out, have a couple of drinks,
watch a movie, and get some sleep.
How does that sound?
That would -- be nice.
And I won’t try anything. Promise.
Cam looks at him. Her lip quivers.
Tears light up her eyes.
She leans over. Puts her arms around him.
I could -- almost love you.