Friends Don't Let Friends Share Needles

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 16 of GUN-WILD, trust fund heiress-turned bank robber Cam Clinch and the gang hole up in their RV at a Venice Beach parking lot and party to celebrate getting away from the cops with the loot. But when heister Hondo Ruff pulls out a bag of heroin, the shindig gets REALLY interesting ...


EXT. VENICE BEACH - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
The Winnebago is in a small lot
at the north end of the boardwalk.

A handful of decrepit HIPPIE RV’S
sit, gathering dust.

JESUS WAS HOMELESS
proclaims a former school bus.

INT. WINNEBAGO - CONTINUOUS
A sleazy, go-go groove courtesy of
My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
bumps and grinds on the stereo.
Blinds are drawn.

Hondo chops up
a big mound of white powder
on the coffee table
with a credit card.

The bag of money
lies at his feet.

HONDO
Ready to go to Magic Mountain?

Net does the twist,
slides over to the table,
resplendent in bra and panties,
sloshing her tumbler of whiskey.

NET
Definite E-ticket, baby.

Hondo hands her
a rolled-up C-note.

She bends down,
SNARFS up a big fat line.
He SMACKS her on the ass.

NET
(giggles)
OW.
(rubs her nose)
It BURNS.

HONDO
Pharmaceutical-grade
crystal methedrine, doll.
Gonna twist your tits GOOD.

NET
That’s fucking SPEED?

HONDO
Just until we score
some more booger sugar.
Emergency K-rations.

NET
Fucking meth --
(has brilliant idea)
Let’s do a SPEEDBALL.

ROD AND CAM
Walk into frame
with their drinks.

Both completely lit.
Cam’s gun sticks out
of her waistband.

ROD
Did I hear the word 'speedball?'

HONDO
I didn’t know you partook
in the smack-iary arts.

ROD
Once in a blue moon.
Usually I just chip --
but fuck it,
it’s a special occasion.

CAM
I wanna do one, too.

Hondo pulls a black felt bag
out of his jacket.
Unrolls it.

Slides out a large
HYPODERMIC NEEDLE.
Holds it up. Smiles.

HONDO
Friends don’t let friends
share needles.

Net sits down next to him.
Puts her hand on his knee.

NET
Who said we’re FRIENDS?

They look at each other.
SCREAM with laughter.

CAM
That’s a -- big needle.

HONDO
All the better to eat you with.
(looks at Rod)
You should see my cock.

ROD
I’ll pass.

NET
You don’t know what you’re missing.

CAM
(to Hondo and Net)
Stop hitting on my man, fuckos --
let’s get FUCKED UP.

HONDO
Your wish is my demand.

He pours some heroin onto a spoon.
Then a little meth.

Squirts a little water on it.
Lights it with his Bic.

THE MIXTURE
In the spoon BUBBLES.

THE NEEDLE
Slides into it.

THE PLUNGER
Pulls.

The shaft fills with
swirling white magic.

HONDO
Holds the syringe like a surgeon.

YANKS the rubber tubing
around his forearm
with his other hand.

Show and tell.

HONDO
Ladies and gentlemen,
The Rolling Stoned.

And he PUSHES the needle into his arm --