Friday, February 22, 2013
Hey there, crime kids. Happy Friday. 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 4 of EXIT, crazed gunman Danny Peel holds the group of terrified celebrities hostage at the bar of the after hours club, and then does a strange thing. Not only does he buy them a round of drinks, he engages them in friendly conversation ...
INT. THE EXIT ROOM - EARLY MORNING
Danny aims his shotgun at the group at the bar.
We’re gonna be here a little while,
so I want you to get nice and comfortable.
Do exactly what I say and nobody gets hurt.
(off their terrified nods)
Just because I’m covered in blood
and holding a gun doesn’t mean
I’m not a nice guy --
so, in the interest of
all of us getting along,
the next round’s on me.
Can I get some of that cash?
He goes to the duffle, zips it open.
Grabs a banded wad of cash
and TOSSES it to Danny.
Which one of you is the bartender?
(SLAPS it down on the bar)
What’s the most expensive scotch you got?
I wanna buy a round for the house.
Mia goes behind the bar
to get a bottle and some glasses.
Hey. You’re that movie star.
You’re in all those independent films.
Guilty as charged.
With the occasional studio tentpole.
Hey. Gotta pay the bills, right?
I used to wanna be an actor,
but I really like eating.
Whoah, Nelly. This is celeb-city.
Easy Washington. My man.
Was really sorry to hear about your injury.
Not as much as I was.
Mia gives Danny his glass.
He takes a sip.
Holy shit is that smooth.
And what do have we here?
Bettie Black. Big fan.
Lost my virginity to your first album.
Nah. Just fuckin’ with you.
I’m more of a classic rock kinda guy.
(sips, looks at Casey)
And who is this lovely creature?
He undresses her with his eyes.
I’m a writer.
She won the Oscar, hello?
The media gave you shit
about all your tattoos.
My agent wanted me to
wear a long-sleeved dress,
but I said ‘fuck that.’
Rebel outlaw girl.
Danny drains his glass.
Gestures to Mia for another.
You gotta first aid kit in this joint?
We do, yeah.
In the back office.
Is there a back entrance?
The only way out is the way we came in?
Isn’t that against the fire code?
Owner’s tight with the city.
You the bouncer?
Vin, go with him to the office
and get the first aid kit
and scope out the rest of the joint.
(drains his glass)
You got it.
He gets up. Nods at Angel.
They head off toward the back.
Danny sips his drink.
Looks at Mickey.
What’s your story?
I’m a dealer.
Check it out.
Not afraid to admit it.
I like that.
What do you deal?
You name it.
Weed, X, coke, shrooms, meth, xanax, oxy --
Are you holding?
I’ve got a little blow on me.
We might need some of that later.
(off his look)
Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it.
I may be a fugitive from the law,
but I don’t steal from other criminals
unless they fuck with me.
That’s -- great.
Are you a top or a bottom?
You heard me.
Do you pitch or catch?
I’m -- versatile.
I’ll keep that under advisement.
Relax. Just fucking with you.
Stop looking like the dog just died.
Barkeep. Another round for my friends --