Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Wednesday. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.
In Chapter 33 of GUN-WILD, after eluding the cops -- and the hitman her father has hired to kill her -- trigger-happy trust fund heiress Cam Clinch and her heister boyfriend Rod Funk arrive at the West Hollywood bank, and get ready to rob it ...
EXT. SIDE STREET - DAY
Rod and Cam turn off Westwood Blvd.
Walk down a side street.
They get to a vintage Jaguar convertible.
Holy shit. There IS a god.
They hop in.
Rod fiddles with the ignition wires.
Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine.
And they TAKE OFF.
EXT. WILSHIRE BOULEVARD - AT THAT MOMENT
Gato drives the SUV slowly in the right lane.
Pulls into a parking space.
Grabs the GPS. Looks at it.
They’re right nearby.
THE RED LIGHT
Is blinking. But not moving.
ROARS east on Wilshire.
How are you doing?
(rubs her neck)
It’s -- getting better.
He PUNCHES the gas.
The car TAKES OFF.
INT. CADILLAC SUV - AT THAT MOMENT
Gato looks at the GPS.
He eases out the parking space --
EXT. WILSHIRE BOULEVARD - CONTINUOUS
And gets RAMMED by a pickup truck.
The SUV goes SKIDDING into traffic,
gets CLIPPED by another vehicle,
and BANGS into a parked car.
Nearby, a SIREN WHOOP-WHOOPS.
IN THE SUV
Gato grips the steering wheel.
Blood drips down from his temple.
He picks up his phone.
Dials a number.
He’s gonna be PISSED.
EXT. SANTA MONICA BOULEVARD - A LITTLE LATER - DAY
The Jaguar drives into West Hollywood. ‘Boy’s Town.’
Neatly trimmed foliage in the median.
Cute, quaint little shops and eateries.
And, of course -- GAY MEN milling about.
INT. JAGUAR CONVERTIBLE - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
Rod slows down. Looks around.
It’s -- changed so much.
Think I’m gonna like being a fag.
That mean I can do you in the ass?
My ass is an exit, NOT an entrance.
Glad to see you’re feeling better.
There’s the bank.
On the next corner.
Then let’s go make a withdrawal --
and get the fuck out of Dodge.
He pulls over. Stops.
They both tie bandanas around their necks.
Reload their weapons. Look at each other.
EXT. FIRST INTERSTATE BANK - CONTINUOUS
A small, neighborhood red brick bank on the corner.
The Jaguar is parked in front.
Cam and Rod get out.
They pull their scarves up
over their noses.
Look at each other.
You know, when I was a kid,
I always thought I'd
grow up to be a hero.
It’s too late for that now.
INT. POLICE CRUISER - MOVING
Taya sits in the back seat,
looks out the window.
Searching the mass of commuters
on the sidewalk.
They were both wearing
jeans, baseball caps and shades.
We’ve gone around this block three times.
Then go around the NEXT ONE.
We have to FIND THEM --
they KILLED BOBBY.
Open the glove box.
Pulls out a pint of bourbon.
Hey, this is booze.
No shit, Sipowitz --
you’ll make sergeant in no time.
But it’s against regulations.
Give it to HER.
He does, reluctant.
Taya opens it. Takes a swig.
Thanks, I needed that.
(looks at the bottle)
He loved -- bourbon.