Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Make My Day
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In Chapter 2 of GUN-WILD, having discovered that shooting guns turns her on, trust fund heiress Cam Clinch take her new toy to the Los Angeles Gun Club for a little foreplay ...
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.
(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.
Likes what she sees.
(rubs her wrist)
Rod puts down his gun.
You gotta use a two-handed grip.
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 --