God Is A Bullet

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In Chapter 5 of HIT & RUN HOLIDAY, unemployed screenwriter Friday Foster goes on a mad tear through Santa Monica in her stolen pizza delivery car ... and then decides to get revenge on a former boss ...


EXT. VENICE BEACH - BACK ALLEY - DAY
Friday PEELS OUT of the parking lot
in a SCREECH of rubber.

HITS THE GAS -- and SPEEDS away.
Laughing her head off.

EXT. OCEAN AVENUE - DAY
The Sentra flies up the gorgeous coastline.
Way over the speed limit.
We see the pizza sign is gone.

INT. NISSAN SENTRA - CONTINUOUS
Friday rifles through a CD case on the seat.

FRIDAY
Please forgive me, God.
I’m not myself lately.
(chuckles)
So then, the question is --
(rifles through CD’s)
Ohmigod. I love it. Yes.

She SHOVES a CD in.
PUNCHES play. CRANKS it up.

The biker-snarl of Concrete Blonde’s
GOD IS A BULLET screams with a bullet.

Friday sings along,
POUNDS the steering wheel.

FRIDAY (CONT’D)
Shoot straight, shoot to kill,
blame each other, blame yourself!
You know god is a bullet,
have mercy on us everyone!

UP AHEAD
the light turns yellow.

FRIDAY
shifts the piece of crap into gear --

FRIDAY (CONT’D)
Well, the light
was a little pink, officer --

And FLIES through the intersection.
Cars HONK.

A CITY BUS
SQUEALS it’s brakes.

A WOMAN
pushing a stroller LEAPS out of the way.
The Sentra CRACKS into it.

FLIPPING it into the air.
It lands, BANG --
to reveal it’s empty.

FRIDAY (CONT’D)
Two points!

She TEARS down Arizona.
Looks in the rearview. No one. Ha.
Stops at a red light at 4th Street.

FRIDAY (CONT’D)
Hey. I got an idea.
(beat)
No. Not a good idea. They know you.
(beat)
But it would be SO delicious.
(beat)
Better not, you’ve
broken so many laws already --

The light turns GREEN.

FRIDAY (CONT’D)
I think a certain pompous,
little fuck-face needs to learn a lesson.

She turns left, heads north.

CAMERA passes storefronts.
Until, at the next intersection, on the corner --

EXT. THE LAMBERT INSTITUTE - CONTINUOUS
A lux, former bank on the corner.
Now a six-story think tank.

A gold-plated sign reads
THE LAMBERT INSTITUTE.

FRIDAY (O.C.)
(sings)
Whoah-oh-oh-oh,
I’m gonna tear your playhouse down ---