Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Make My Day
Happy Tuesday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 2 of GUN-WILD, trust fund heiress Cameron Clinch takes her new toy -- a 9MM Glock -- to her local gun club for a test drive, where she meets a mystery man in black ...
EXT. LOS ANGELES GUN CLUB - NIGHT
Plain brick building.
Red letters read LOS ANGELES GUN CLUB.
A cluster of shitty cars
and trucks litter the parking lot.
Cam’s Rover SCREECHES
to a stop in front.
INT. LOS ANGELES GUN CLUB - NIGHT
Cam strolls up to the registration counter.
A buzz cut, beefy CLERK eyes her appreciatively.
She SLAPS her gun down.
Okay if I use my own piece?
If it’s registered to you.
It belongs to -- a friend of mine.
Then they’d have to be here, too.
Guess I better rent one of yours.
He moves to a display of guns
under glass further on down the counter.
Points to a small pistol.
That’s a 22-caliber.
Good for -- beginners.
Cam scans the arsenal.
Points at a large, chrome behemoth.
I like that one.
The Smith & Wesson?
That’s a 357, Miss.
Kinda big for a lil’ gal like you.
That’s Dirty Harry’s gun.
Go ahead. Make my day.
And gimmee a box of ammo.
INT. LA GUN CLUB - SHOOTING RANGE - MOMENTS LATER
A row of stalls, each with a target at the end.
The sound of GUNSHOTS is DEAFENING.
It’s punctuated by the CLINK-CLINK-CLINK
of shells hitting the cement floor.
The SHOOTERS are a rogue’s gallery of
COPS, THUGS, MILITARY TYPES and REDNECKS.
And a KID with his DAD.
At one stall is ROD FUNK (40’s),
rugged, gone to seed.
Former cop, now of questionable repute.
Cleaned up, he’d be quite the catch.
But he’s still good with the ladies.
He takes a secretive sip from a flask.
Wipes him mouth.
Cam takes the lone empty stall,
right next to him.
Slips on her ear protectors.
She SHOVES a magazine into the Magnum.
Raises the giant weapon
in her right hand.
Rod notices her.
Tries not to stare. Lopsided grin.
(not looking, taking aim)
You should use a two-handed grip.
Cam FIRES, BANG. The gun RECOILS.
Her hand FLIES back.
Got quite a kick, doesn’t it.
Cam looks. Likes what she sees.
(rubs her wrist)
Rod puts down his gun. Walks over.
You gotta use a two-handed grip.
Like this. Left hand over the right.
(hands the gun back)
She does. Takes aim.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.
Shows five holes in the head.
She’s a natural.
First time, isn’t it.
You know what they say.
First time it hurts.
Then it gets better.