Summer Of Love

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In Chapter 25 of GUN-WILD, Cam and Rod's Asian art dealer hostage, now safely with the cops, draws an amazing photo of the bank robbers which is being sent to every cop in the state. Meanwhile, Rod and Cam hole up in their car at the Venice Pier, trying to figure out where to go, when Rod decides they should go to his favorite neighborhood dive bar for a few cocktails ...


INT. LUXURY RV - DAY
Taya slowly reaches the top of the stairs,
gun aimed with both hands. Listening.
She walks into the bedroom, and sees --

Hondo and Net’s dead bodies.
Lying in pools of blood.

Candle still flickering.
Soft Buddha chill still thumping.

She SCREAMS.

EXT. VENICE ALLEY - AT THAT MOMENT
The cop in the cruiser hears the scream.
JUMPS OUT of the car.
DASHES into the Winnebago.

ROD AND CAM
Watch from the VW van.

ROD
That’s our cue.

He touches two stripped wires together
on the steering column. They SPARK.

The bus engine ROARS to life.
He puts it in gear, and they
start slowly driving down the alley.

IN THE VAN
Cam looks at Rod.

ROD
Where we gonna go?

CAM
Hell if I know.

ROD
Let’s go down to the Venice pier.
We need to think, regroup.
We can sleep in the back.
(weird smile)
Pretend it’s the summer of love.

CAM
We can -- play that game again.

ROD
Don’t you ever want -- vanilla?

CAM
Sorry, love-bucket.
(pulls out her gun)
Not on the menu.

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 him.

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 his 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.

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 a finger.
Rubs it on his gums.

TAYA
Hey.

BOBBY
It’s okay. He’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.
Best cheeseburgers in town.
And if you know the owner,
you can get mescal.

CAM
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?