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Onto today's steaming hot slice of pulp from BLOOD GETS IN YOUR EYES ...
When we last left boozy screenwriter Holly Land, she had taken Hollywood film biz assistant Feo to his cash machine to get more funds to help pay for the 'dead body removal' in hooker Alona Tal's shitty motel room, but when they get to the ATM, trouble ensues ...
EXT. WINDWARD CIRCLE - NIGHT
The Bank we’ve seen before.
Across the street from the post office.
Totally deserted at this hour on a week night.
Feo appears, walking briskly. Followed by Holly.
Holding the gun in her coat pocket, pointed at his back.
Do you mind if I ask why you --
YES. Keep moving.
They get to the bank.
Feo pulls out his wallet.
Takes out his ATM card.
Slides it in the machine.
Punches in his pin code.
Then makes his transaction.
Then we’re going back to the hotel?
(looks at the screen)
Not enough FUNDS?
That’s not POSSIBLE.
He punches another button. Looks again.
Eighty-four bucks? That can’t be --
Oh, shit -- that’s right.
(looks at her)
I just paid my phone bill.
I don’t believe you.
Look at the fucking screen.
It’s right there.
My balance is eighty-four-fucking bucks.
(peers at the screen)
Then take out eighty.
Feo punches another button.
Then another. Cash slides out.
He grabs it. Hands it to her.
His card comes out. He takes it.
Put it back in his wallet.
Let’s go. March.
They start walking west toward the hotel.
So can I ask you something?
No. Shut up and walk.
Okay, chill, chill.
They pass an alley on their right.
Feo looks to his left.
(turns her head)
Feo TAKES OFF down the alley at a SPRINT.
COME BACK HERE!
She RUNS after him.
IN THE ALLEY
Feo RUNS, looks behind his shoulder.
Sees Holly in pursuit.
Come BACK HERE!
Feo gets to the corner, turns left,
and SMASHES into a row of trash cans.
He HITS the ground, BANG.
Holly catches up to him, gun in hand.
Quivering with rage.
God-fucking-DAMMIT. Get UP.
Feo GRABS a trash can with super-human strength.
THROWS it at her, BANG.
She FALLS, HITS the ground.
He TAKES OFF.
Holly JUMPS UP, RUNS after him.
DOWN THE STREET
At the intersection,
Feo RUNS across the street,
Holly in hot pursuit.
He sees a BICYCLE resting against
the front stoop of a expensive-looking modern building.
He GRABS it. JUMPS on.
Feo starts pedaling away.
Raises the gun and FIRES.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Gets HIT in the back.
He FALLS OFF the bike, CRACK.
Face in the pavement.
A pool of blood starts forming.
Runs up to him. Sees he’s dead.
Shit. Not another one.
She looks around. All is quiet. Nobody around.
She gets on the bike and pedals away.
ANGLE ON --
A SECURITY CAMERA
on the wall of the building above the front door.
Red light blinking.