Scene of the Crime

Welcome back to my den of inquity. My dark lair of depravity. A place where you can kick back, crack open a cold one, and get your crime groove on. Welcome back my friends, to the shot that never ends ...

Screened CLOVERFIELD last night. At first it gave me a headache, with all that hand-held camera shit. But it eventually calmed down a bit, and gave me quite the thrill ride. Cast of unknowns -- all the money was spent on F/X, and it showed. Scary fucking monster. Really well-done. The opening party sequence was a bit too long -- shit doesn't happen fr 20 minutes, and that much time wasn't needed to establish who was who. And, if you'll pardon me, everyone was too fucking good-looking. I used to live in Manhattan, and travelled in those arty, hipster circles, and trust me -- they didn't look like that. Guess that's what happens when you hire slick LA actors for story that takes place in NYC. (And only ONE black guy ... hello?) Ah, well ...

Onto today's joint from GUN-WILD. The set up ... the calm before the next big storm. Bobby and Taya get an amazing crime scene drawing of Rod and Cam. Then, Rod and Cam, having eluded the fuzz, decide to warm up and chill for a bit at a local neighborhood tavern.

Like I said, the calm before the storm. A violent, bloody, nasty storm, at that.

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INT. WINNEBAGO - LIVING AREA - AT THAT MOMENT

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 her.

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 her 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. Five people are dead.

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 her finger.

Rubs it on her gums.

TAYA

Hey.

BOBBY

It’s okay. She’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.

And the best burgers in town.

(beat)

And if you know the owner,

you can get mescal.

CAM

(eyes light up)

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?

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