Drugstore Cowboy

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In Chapter 13 of LEGS, Episode 3, white trash kidnapper Darryl Head robs his local pharmacy to get insulin for his diabetic hostage Kitty Keko. Meanwhile, back at his trailer, Kitty goes into insulin shock and starts having convulsions, which freaks out his slutty girlfriend Wendy and his retarded little brother Denny ...


INT. RITE AID DRUG STORE - DAY
Giant, with aisle after aisle of goods.
Not very crowded mid-day during the week.

Darryl walks in,
trying to look casual.

AT THE PHARMACY COUNTER
Darryl LEAPS out from behind an aisle,
now wearing a stocking mask.

He YANKS out his gun.
Points it at the PHARMACIST.

DARRYL
Don’t MOVE.
This is a ROBBERY.

The pharmacist (30’s)
a tiny Hispanic woman
with a sourpuss expression
on her face stares at him.
Shakes her head.

TINY FEMALE HISPANIC PHARMACIST
(over her shoulder)
We got another drugstore cowboy, Morrie.

MORRIE (60’s), tall, skeletal-thin
with a white mustache and
flakes of decaying hair
on his scalp appears.

MORRIE
What the fuck?
Put the fucking gun away.
I’ll give you what you want,
just don’t fucking shoot up
the place, goddammit.

DARRYL
Insulin, as much as you got,
and HURRY.

MORRIE
What?
Are you fucking stupid?
Insulin doesn’t get you high --

BEHIND THE COUNTER
On the floor, Morrie
presses a button with his foot.

IN THE STORE OFFICE
A SECURITY GUARD (20’s)
a scary-looking piece of white trash
looks at bank of monitors.

A red light starts FLASHING above one.
White Trash looks at it.

WHITE TRASH SECURITY GUARD
Hot damn.
Someone’s robbing the pharmacy AGAIN.

He grabs the phone.
Punches a number. Listens.

WHITE TRASH SECURITY GUARD
Yeah, hey.
This is security at the
Rite Aid on Wilshire near Centinella.
We’ve gotta ten-sixty-four in progress.
(listens)
Copy that.
Over.

He JUMPS out of his seat.
RACES out the door.

AT THE PHARMACY COUNTER
Darryl waves the gun around,
getting impatient.

DARRYL
I fucking KNOW
it doesn’t make you high.
I got someone who’s SICK, goddammit.
Now stop fucking around
and GIVE it to me,
or I’ll start SHOOTING.

WHITE TRASH SECURITY GUARD (O.C.)
Hey, YOU.
SECURITY.
Put the gun down.
The cops are on their way.

Darryl SPINS AROUND,
sees White Trash and
SHOOTS him in the belly, BANG.
He goes down.

Darryl JUMPS up on the counter
and SHOOTS at the ceiling,
BANG, BANG, BANG.

Looks down at the pharmacists,
now shaking in their boots.

We see a dark wet stain
on Morrie’s crotch.

DARRYL
Hey, look.
Old dude’s pissed his pants.
(CLICKS the safety)
Give me the fucking insulin NOW,
or that’s the last pair of
Depends you’ll EVER wear.

EXT. RITE AID PHARMACY - BACK ENTRANCE - DAY
Darryl BANGS out the back door
holding a white paper bag.

We hear SIRENS in the distance.

INT. DARRYL’S TRAILER - DENNY’S BEDROOM - DAY
Kitty lies motionless on the bed.
Denny and Wendy stand next to the bed
looking at her.

DENNY
Is she dead?

WENDY
She better not be.
Then we’re fucked.
(reaches into her handbag, pulls out a compact)
Hold on a sec.

She leans down.
Opens the compact.

Holds the mirror
in front of her nose.
Looks at it.

WENDY
She’s breathing --

Kitty starts going CONVULSIONS.
THRASHING on the bed.

DENNY
Holy SHIT, holy SHIT, holy SHIT.

WENDY
We gotta DO something.
Where the fuck is DARRYL?