Welcome to the land that time forgot. A place of such deep, dark hardboiled pulp firepower that it scares mere mortal men. An more than a few women. Because when the going gets tough, there's no fucking around with THAT KILLING FEELING ..Onto today's joint from HIT & RUN HOLIDAY. Better buckle up, kids ...
In part 1, Israeli white slave trafficker Zvi Ben-Arut punishes his soldier Bland Loosener for letting his car get stolen ...
In part 2, Horrified at the prospect of having to drive a VW bug ('a chicks' car'), Bland hijacks a SUV ...
And in part 3, disgruntled screenwriter/car thief begins her rein of terror ...
At a Venice beach cafe.
INT. MARINA DEL REY - BEACH CONDO - DAY
Zvi looks out the window at the ocean.
The bright, blue sky. People on the beach.
Their freedom.
Bland stands a few feet behind him.
BLAND
Gnarly waves, sir.
Can’t wait to get the longboard out tonight --
ZVI
Shut up. You stupid FUCK.
Do you enjoy REMINDING ME
I’m a PRISONER?
BLAND
No, sir -- I, I -- I’ll shut up, SIR.
ZVI
That’s right, you will shut up,
and stay shut up.
(pulls out keys)
Here.
He TOSSES it.
Bland CATCHES it in a big, calloused mitt.
ZVI (CONT’D)
Go. Now. Get MY MONEY.
And the laptop. If somebody finds it --
BLAND
They get free Lolita-on-demand.
ZVI
Get out. NOW.
BLAND
Yes, sir. Sorry, sir --
And he races out of the room.
Zvi shakes his head.
ZVI
Soldier of misfortune.
A pretty young ISRAELI NYMPHET (13) walks in.
ISRAELI NYMPHET
Time for -- massage.
ZVI
Ah. My desert flower.
He goes to the chaise. Starts disrobing.
Nymphet pads over. Pulls out a bottle of lotion.
Zvi
lies down.
Places a small sheet over his lap.
She squirts oil on her hands.
Starts working on his legs.
A small tent POPS UP in his lap.
ZVI (CONT'D)
(sings)
Thank heaven, for little girls --
INT. ZVI’S GARAGE - AT THAT MOMENT
Bland stares at a yellow Volkswagon bug.
The new model. Cute.
BLAND
Might as well just cut off my balls.
He walks over to a big, black, gleaming BMW SUV.
BLAND (CONT’D)
Now that’s a VEHICLE.
Pulls out a long strip of metal.
Thin, like measuring tape.
SLIDES it in the window.
WIGGLES it.
The lock CLICKS open.
BLAND (CONT’D)
(opens the door, gets in)
Command to base, come in, can you hear me?
Ready to roll, sir. Let’s roll ’em.
He leans down.
YANKS out a pair of wires.
STRIPS OFF the ends.
PRESSES them together.
The engine ROARS to life.
BLAND (CONT'D)
(strange, loud voice)
Roll one up for ME, sir. Sir, YES SIR.
(guns the engine)
Sound off, one-two, fuck off, three-four.
INT. VENICE BOARDWALK - CRACKED EARTH CAFE - DAY
Friday sits at a table with an ice tea and a salad.
Furtive in shades and baseball cap.
She works the laptop.
FRIDAY
Damn, this fucker’s fast.
She HITS a button. BEEP.
Stares in disbelief.
FRIDAY (CONT’D)
Holy shit.
ON THE SCREEN
we see a menu.
On it, a selection of UNDERAGED GIRLS (8-13).
A title reads PLAYGROUND PALS.
FRIDAY (CONT’D)
Holy shit, this is a jailbait dating website --
(reads off the screen)
‘Hi, my name is Becky,
and I’m a ten -- and I am ten.
I like pizza, water sports,
comic books, scented lube and sticky bud.
C’mon, baby light my fire until I’m wet?'
FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Is everything okay?
Can I get you anything else?
A WAITRESS
stands next to Friday’s table.
Holding a tray. Brittle with attitude.
Must be the asymmetrical hairdo.
Or the Yoga T.
FRIDAY
Actually, everything is NOT okay.
And you can go FUCK yourself.
A COUPLE at the next table look.
BITCHY WAITRESS
Excuse me?
FRIDAY
I was at this restaurant a couple weeks ago,
and you served me.
And you weren’t very friendly.
In fact, you didn’t smile at me. Once.
BITCHY WAITRESS
Gee, I’m SO sorry.
I didn’t realize --
Friday WHIPS OUT the gun.
Points it at Bitchy.
A woman SCREAMS.
FRIDAY
So, I’m gonna ask you to smile for me.
Pretty please? With sugar on top?
A big, bright pageant smile?
The waitress DROPS her tray.
CLANG. Frozen, weird smile.
FRIDAY (CONT’D)
Now that’s more like it.
She stands. Closes the laptop.
Puts it under her arm.
Places the gun against the waitress’s temple.
FRIDAY (CONT’D)
Bonus points if you pee your pants.
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