Like White On Rice

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 24 of GUN-WILD, Asian art dealer Kim Oh draws a perfect sketch of fugitive bank robbers Cam Clinch and Rod Funk for the cops after being held hostage. Meanwhile, Cam and Rod decide to hole up in a dive bar at the beach and plot their next move ...


INT. WINNEBAGO - DAY
The joint hums with activity.

Two pairs of CORONER’S OFFICE TECHS
carry out the bodies on gurneys.

CRIME SCENE TECHS dust the place for prints.
A PHOTOGRAPHER takes pictures.

Asian Art Vendor sits on the couch
with a sketch book, drawing.

Bobby and Taya sit on either side
watching him.

BOBBY
You’re really good.

ASIAN ART VENDOR
Thank you. I like to -- sketch.

TAYA
(writes in notebook)
What’s your name, please?

ASIAN ART VENDOR
Kim Oh.

BOBBY
Kim O. -- what?
(off his look)
Your last name?

KIM
Oh. Spelled ‘O,’ ‘H.’

TAYA
Oh. Got it.

KIM
You couldn’t pronounce real name.

BOBBY
You ever consider working
for the police department, you’ve got a job.

Hispanic Cop walks into the room.

HISPANIC COP
How’s it going.

BOBBY
Amazing. Take a look.
(nudges Kim)
Show him?

Kim turns the sketch around.
We see an incredibly photo-realistic picture
of Cam and Rod.

HISPANIC COP
Holy shit.
That’s them.

BOBBY
Can you get this out right away?

HISPANIC COP
Sure.

BOBBY
Send it to every department
in a hundred mile radius.

TAYA
And the media.

HISPANIC COP
(takes the drawing)
I’m on it like white on rice.
(realizes)
Uh -- sorry about that.

He leaves.
Kim looks at the coffee table.

Wipes the glass with a finger.
Rubs it on his gums.

TAYA
Hey.

BOBBY
It’s okay. He’s in shock.
(to Kim)
No more of that, okay?

KIM
(nods, looks at him)
That’s good shit.
(beat)
Nice -- freeze.

EXT. VENICE PIER - DUSK
Sunset. A cloud-covered orange smear
on the gray horizon.
The VW bus rolls into the lot. Stops.

IN THE VAN
Cam rubs her bare arms.

CAM
I’m cold.

ROD
Let’s go get something to warm us up.

CAM
(evil smile)
Liquor store?

ROD
Uh-uh.
(meaningfully)
Hinano’s.

CAM
What’s Hinano’s?

ROD
You don’t know HINANO’S?
It’s only been around for 75 years.
50 microbrews on tap.
Hot and cold running shooters.
Killer jukebox.
Best cheeseburgers in town.
And if you know the owner,
you can get mescal.

CAM
Let’s go eat the worm.
(beat)
You think they’ll have
much in the register?

ROD
Cam, this is one of my old hangouts.

CAM
So we’re just gonna have drinks?

ROD
Yeah.
We’re just gonna chill for a little bit.
You know, like ‘normal’ people?

CAM
'Normal?'
What’s that?