Welcome to the scene of the crime, kids. The coolest joint in cyberspace for the most action-packed, hardboiled, manic pulp kicks around. So get your lazy asses in here, strap one one on, take careful aim ... and get That Killing Feeling.Onto today's blistering scene from HIT & RUN HOLIDAY. Better hold onto your seats, hipsters, because today we've got ourselves a classic chase scene.
Or, as Kelly Klavan puts it ...
'This is like The Bourne Identity. I LOVE IT.'
So let's join the action, where disgraced cop Carrie Love, joined by the aforementioned journalist Kelly Klavan, are in hot pursuit of white slave trafficker/former Marine Bland Loosener, down the streets of West Hollywood ...
On a bicycle. Being chased by a car.
And a scooter ...
EXT. WEST HOLLYWOOD - ALLEY - AT THAT MOMENT
The outlaw-swing of The Clash’s THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN over --
Carrie. TEARING ASS on foot down the cobblestones, reaches --
EXT. SANTA MONICA BOULEVARD - CONTINUOUS
Sidewalks mostly empty. But a crush of CARS clog the street.
Rush hour minions on their way to normalcy.
Carrie STOPS. WHIRLS AROUND. Looks, sees --
BLAND
sprinting down the sidewalk.
Reaching the next corner.
CARRIE
Hey, asshole!
Bland stops for traffic.
Sees a bicycle leaning against the railing of a sidewalk cafe.
Pulls out his gun. Shoots off the lock -- BANG.
GRABS the handlebars. HOPS on.
CARRIE
runs after him. Sees his two-wheeled escape vehicle.
CARRIE (CONT’D)
The Bicycle thief! Somebody stop him!
BLAND
hears her. Turns around, pedalling. Smiles, evil.
CARRIE
sprints. Hears a MOTOR GROWL.
Turns, sees --
A HOT CHICK
on a Vespa scooter.
Knapsack overflowing with books. UCLA.
CARRIE
runs up to the chick. Waves her arms.
CARRIE (CONT'D)
Police, off the bike! This is an emergency!
HOT UCLA CHICK
You’re not a cop. Fuck you.
CARRIE
Yes I fucking AM.
Carrie PUNCHES her in the jaw.
Coed slides off the bike.
She jumps on. Looks down.
Shakes her head.
CARRIE (CONT'D)
Kids these days.
HITS THE GAS, and TAKES OFF.
DOWN THE STREET
Kelly drives Carrie’s bomber. Fishtails.
HITS the curb. BANG.
Barrels down the sidewalk.
KELLY
I’m going to die, I’m going to die --
CARRIE
weaves between the cars.
BLAND
pedals north on the sidewalk.
KELLY
hits a trash can. BANG.
Pedestrians JUMP out of the way.
CARRIE
looks to her left. Sees her car. Kelly.
CARRIE
What the FUCK do you think you’re doing!
KELLY
leans out the window.
KELLY
I’m chasing him!
CARRIE
So am I! Pull over!
You fuck up my car, I’m gonna kill you!
They reach an intersection. Stop.
Traffic pours by, blocking them.
Carrie POUNDS the handlebars.
CARRIE (CONT’D)
Eat me!
Bland WHIZZES by. Going south.
CARRIE (CONT’D)
There he goes! Down San Vicente!
KELLY
Let’s go!
CARRIE
How?
KELLY
Follow me!
This is like the Bourne Identity!
I LOVE IT.
Kelly pushes the nose of the car into traffic.
A MINI COOPER BANGS into his rear fender.
CARRIE
Goddammit!
She turns the wheel, RAMS into the Mini.
MINI COOPER DRIVER
Hey!
CARRIE
Fuck you! You hit my car!
KELLY
leans out his window.
KELLY
Carrie! He’s getting away! C’mon --
He GUNS it, turns right, going south.
CARRIE
ZOOMS away, hot on his tail.
UP AHEAD
Bland pumps furiously on the bike.
Pulls a PDA out of his pocket.
Fingers the buttons. Looks at --
A MAP
of the area. A blinking RED LIGHT pulses,
a couple of blocks from a pop-up
that reads ‘YOU ARE HERE.’
BLAND
looks to his right. A small, city PARK.
He turns, rides up on the grass.
FLIES BY a swing set and jungle gym.
Two CHILDREN swing on the swings.
BLACK KID
Look. Crazy man ridin’ on the grass --
CARRIE
on the Vespa, followed by Kelly in her car WHIZ by.
HISPANIC KID
Shit. Look at that.
BLACK KID
Damn. I can’t wait until I can drive.
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