Moment Of Truth

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In Chapter 7 of GUN-WILD, trigger-happy runaway heiress Cam Clinch faces her first test as a newly-minted bank robber ... when she knocks over a 7-11 as an initiation ... all by herself ...


INT. 7-11 - EARLY MORNING
Cam BANGS into the store.
STOMPS over to the counter.

JAMS her gun in the CASHIER’S face.
THROWS a bag at him, SLAP.

CAM
Gimme what’s in the register,
NOW, MOTHERFUCKER!

The cashier, a young, skinny black kid (20)
SHOOTS his hands in the air.

Vibrates in place.
Eyes wide as saucers.

SKINNY BLACK CASHIER
Don’t SHOOT, don’t SHOOT.

CAM
The MONEY, NOW!

Confused, scared, the kid
BANGS open the cash register.
Starts stuffing bills into the bag.

CAM
MOVE IT, MOVE IT! FASTER!

IN THE PARKING LOT
In the VW bug, a scuzzy
JUNKIE COUPLE counts their change.

SCUZZY JUNKIE
Seventy-eight, seventy nine -- eighty.

JUNKIE GIRL
A tall boy of Bud.

JUNKIE KID
Be right back.

IN THE STORE
The kid empties the drawer.
Hands Cam the bag.

His eyes travel
to the security camera.

CAM
What the fuck are YOU looking it?

She WHIRLS around. Sees the CAMERA.
Shoots it, BANG.

It EXPLODES in a million pieces.
The clerk SCREAMS.

OUTSIDE IN THE CAR
HONDO
(smiles)
Someone just popped her cherry.

IN THE STORE
Cam WHIRLS back around.
SHOVES her gun in the clerk’s face.

CAM
Now OPEN THE SAFE.

SKINNY BLACK CASHIER
I don’t -- have the key.

CAM
BULL-SHIT!

SKINNY BLACK CASHIER
Lady, I swear --
I don’t know the combination.
I don’t, I SWEAR.

CAM
Oh YEAH?

Cam raises the gun.

SKINNY BLACK CASHIER
I SWEAR.

She aims at the beer cooler
and FIRES, BANG, BANG, BANG.

The glass case EXPLODES.
Broken glass goes FLYING.

CAM
Now open the safe, motherfucker,
before I BLOW your fucking HEAD OFF.

Scuzzy Junkie walks in the store.

SCUZZY JUNKIE
Shit.

CAM
(turns, sees him)
What the fuck do YOU want?

SCUZZY JUNKIE
(starts to leave)
Never mind --

Cam stares. In control.
For the first time in her life.

CAM
No, it’s okay. What do you need?

SCUZZY JUNKIE
I was -- gonna get a beer.

CAM
Go ahead. Help yourself.
On the house.

The kid races over to the beer cooler.
Grabs a six pack.

SCUZZY JUNKIE
Thanks, lady.

CAM
(nods)
Now get THE FUCK outta here.

IN THE PARKING LOT
Rod peers at the door,
tries to see what’s going on.

ROD
What the fuck is going on in there?

HONDO
I dunno. Moment of truth?

Scuzzy comes out of the store
with his beer, races to the Bug.

Hops in, GUNS the engine.
PEELS out of the lot.

ROD
I don’t like this.

NET
We should get some beer.

IN THE STORE
Cam points the gun at the kid’s forehead.

SKINNY BLACK CASHIER
(eyes full of tears)
I swear, lady --
I c-can’t open the safe.
Please don’t kill me. Please.

CAM
I’m gonna count to THREE.
And then I’m gonna blow your
FUCKING HEAD OFF.
(beat)
ONE --

SKINNY BLACK CASHIER
Lady, PLEASE.

CAM
TWO --

SKINNY BLACK CASHIER
I DON’T KNOW!

His bowels EXPLODE
in a massive ERUPTION -- PHHHTWHAAAT.

CAM
(wrinkles her nose)
SHIT.

She WHIRLS AROUND,
and starts SHOOTING up the place.

The kid DIVES for the floor,
writhing and crying hysterically.

BANG. A milk carton EXPLODES.

BANG. A carton of eggs SPRAYS
in a yellow mist.

BANG. The coffee machine EXPLODES
in a geyser of brown.

BANG. Potato chips go FLYING.

Cam stops shooting. Shaking. Vibrating.
She GRABS the bag of money.

Looks around, maniacal, on fire.
Sees a display of TWIZZLERS.

Grabs a handful.
STORMS out the door.

IN THE PARKING LOT
Cam RUNS to the car.
Grinning wildly like an animal.

Something’s changed.
Her face is alive.
Full of fire.

She opens the door.
TOSSES the bag of money to Rod.

FLINGS the Twizzlers at Hondo.

CAM
Brought you a little snack.

Jumps in. SLAMS the door.

CAM
(looks at Rod, wild grin)
Let’s BLOW this joint, hot stuff.

Rod GUNS the engine.
HITS the gas.
The car ROARS off --