The Wild, Wild West

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In Chapter 27 of FILLMORE, after putting on his vintage cowboy outfit, complete with six-shooters, Fillmore gets even with Big Curtis for stealing his girls by shooting up the coffee house he hangs out at ...


EXT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Slim pulls up to the curb in a
burnt orange Cadillac convertible.
Gets out. Walks in.

INT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Slim CLOMP-CLOMPS inside.
Stands in the doorway.

Hands on his holsters.
The pimps turn and look.
BURST into laughter.

GIANT PIMP
Look, Gene Autry just walked in.

BIG CURTIS
What the fuck is WRONG with you?
Stupid cowboy motherfucker.
You want another slap, bitch?

Slim DRAWS his guns.
Starts SHOOTING up the place.

Bullets go FLYING.
Everyone DUCKS, HITS the floor. BANG.

A flower pot SMASHES. BANG.
A cup of coffee EXPLODES.

Slim starts walking toward Curtis, still SHOOTING.
Curtis DODGES bullets as they PING-PING-PING
around the room. He HITS the floor.

Hides behind a turned-over table.
Bullets HIT the wood, splinters go FLYING.

Curtis SCRAMBLES away -- gets to the front window --
JUMPS -- and CRASHES through it.

EXT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Curtis SCRAMBLES across the pavement,
covered in broken glass.

RUNS to his parked car. JUMPS in.
JAMS his key in the ignition, HITS the gas --
and TAKES OFF, tires SCREECHING.

Slim trots outside.
Dashes over to his car. Gets in.
Drives off after him.

CURTIS’ CAR
RACES down a hill.
FLIES UP in the air.
CRASHES back down, BANG.

SLIM’S CAR
Follows him. Slows a bit.
Avoids making that move.

SLIM
Drives with one hand.
Pulls bullets off his belt
and reloads his gun with the other.

CURTIS
Sees a CITY BUS ahead of him
crossing the intersection,
SLAMS on the brakes. SCREECH.

SLIM
Catches up with him. Starts SHOOTING.

THE BUS
Passes by. Curtis HITS the gas.
TAKES OFF. His rear window EXPLODES.

BIG CURTIS
SHIT.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
Slim’s car follows Curtis’.
Curtis takes a turn into an alley.

SMASHES into a mailbox on the corner.
Takes out his front right headlight.
Slim’s car turns wide, follows.

IN THE ALLEY
Curtis’ car HITS a big oil puddle.
It SPLASHES onto his windshield.

His vision blocked, the car SWERVES,
SCRAPES against a brick wall, sparks FLYING.

He turns on the windshield wiper.
Clears off the oil.

Slim's car hangs back a bit.
He leans out the window. SHOOTS at him.
Bullets PING-PING-PING off the rear of his car.

Curtis HITS the gas, gets out of the alley,
and turns left, going downhill again.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
Slim’s car makes the turn, follows him.
An OLD DRUNK (60’s) is jaywalking
in the middle of the street,
moving at a glacial pace.

Big Curtis’ car SWERVES to miss him,
SCRAPES against a parked car,
then keeps going, tires SCREECHING.

Slim’s car carefully turns to the side,
passes the old man, then keeps going.

EXT. CITY STREET - BUS STOP BENCH - NIGHT
The cars FLY BY a young COUPLE
waiting for their bus.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
Big Curtis’ car SCREECHES to a stop
in front of his place.

Slim pulls up behind him.
Starts SHOOTING at him.

Curtis JUMPS out of his car.
RUNS into the house. SLAMS the door.

Slim sits in his car. Reloads again.
Then JUMPS out. RUNS up to the door.

Tries to open it, but it’s LOCKED.
He KICKS it open, then CHARGES in.

INT. BIG CURTIS’ JOINT - NIGHT
Big Curtis RUNS toward the kitchen --
just as Slim RUNS into the living room,
which we see is COVERED IN DOG SHIT.

Slim SLIPS on it, HITS the floor --
and SLIDES the length of the room --
as he SHOOTS at Curtis --
who RUNS out the back door.

He CRASHES into the wall. BANG.
The back door SLAMS.

Slim sits on the floor. Covered in dog shit.
Looks at the mess around him. Shakes his head.

SLIM
You filthy motherfucker.

Then looks at his cowboy outfit.

SLIM
Cost me twenty-five hundred.

EXT. SLIM’S JOINT - BACK YARD - NIGHT
Slim stands in the grass, holding his arms up
while one of his HOOKERS sprays water
on him with a garden hose.

A couple other GIRLS watch,
trying not to laugh.

SLIM
Hurry up, hurry up.
Before it STAINS it.

INT. DICK GAMBLE’S UNDERCOVER VEHICLE - DAY
Dick and Norm sit in the car
sipping to-go cups of coffee.
A VOICE comes over the police radio.

DISPATCHER (O.C.)
All available units, eleven-six at
Penny’s Coffee Shop on Geary Street.
Shots fired at Penny’s on Geary.
Send all available units.

NORM
Penny’s Coffee Shop?
That’s that pimp hang-out.

DICK
Goddammit. Things are getting out of control.
It’s getting to be like the Wild West around here --