Hit And Run Holiday

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In Chapter 14 of GUN-WILD, trust fund heiress Cam Clinch and the gang hit the road with the stolen cash from the bank job in her parents' RV and celebrate with liquor and drugs, but when they hear on the news that the cops know Cam's identity, they decide to hit the beach and hole up until the heat dies down ...


EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT
A giant WINNEBAGO roars downhill
around the swerving curves
heading west toward the beach.

INT. WINNEBAGO - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
Deluxe. The best that money can buy.
Two stories. Two bedrooms.

Plasma screen. Full bar.
Overstuffed furniture.

Hot and cold running pleasure.
On wheels.

Nasty go-go music on the sound system.
Something naughty, saucy by
My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult over --

The gang spread out in style.
Rod’s behind the wheel in a captain’s hat,
stogie clamped in his mouth.

Hondo rides shotgun.
Bopping his head to the music.

Smoking a giant spliff.
Hands it to Rod.

HONDO
Now this is a RIDE.

ROD
(takes a hit)
It’s like driving a fucking BOAT.
Probably gets three miles to the gallon.

Behind them, Cam and Net
twist and shake to the music.

HONDO
(watches the girls, to Rod)
Check it out.
All we need is a pole.

NET
(giggles)
I heard that!

CAM
(sings)
'She’s a hit and run heroine -- '

NET
(glances at the TV)
Shit!
Turn the music down!
Cam’s on TV!

ROD
(turns it down)
What the fuck?

ON THE TV
We see a shot of Cam at the bank,
in disguise. Sneering.

Aiming the can of spray paint
at the camera.

AN ANCHOR BABE
Sits at her news desk.
Faintly smiling into the camera.

ANCHOR BABE (V.O)
Security cameras captured footage
of this woman at the scene of
a robbery earlier today at the
First Fisherman’s Bank of Santa Monica --
and, apparently at another heist
earlier that morning at a nearby 7-11.
Police believe there are
four people in the gang --

Net turns the sound down.

CAM
Holy shit, I’m famous.

NET
You’re infamous, baby.

She goes to the bar.
Refreshes their cocktails.

ROD
(to Hondo)
We made the news already?
That was fast.

HONDO
(sings)
'We’re bad, we’re nationwide -- '

NET
(to Rod)
We need TUNAGE.

ROD
(turns it up, to Hondo)
So how much did we get?

HONDO
Ask Trigger Happy.
She counted it.

NET
(hands drink to Cam)
So did you fuck
that little Mexican dude?

CAM
(takes a gulp)
Are you fucking kidding me?
He was like a father to me.

ROD
(over his shoulder, to Cam)
How much did we get, hot stuff?

CAM
(raises her glass)
Two hundred-twenty-three GRAND.

ROD
Holy shit.
(to Hondo)
What’s the split?

HONDO
I get half.
The three of you divide up the rest.

ROD
That’s -- over thirty thou. Nice.

HONDO
Whattya say we go to the beach
and CELEBRATE?

CAM
I thought we were going up the coast.

HONDO
Change of plan, Hunny-Bunny.
Cops are gonna be all over the highways.
We better lay low for a bit.

NET
LAY-low -- for a BITE.

ROD
I could go for some R-and-R.

CAM
Let’s PARTY HEARTY.

Hondo holds up a bag of white powder.
Evil grin.

HONDO
Who wants gum?