Boy's Town

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In Chapter 33 of GUN-WILD, after eluding the cops -- and the hitman her father has hired to kill her -- trigger-happy trust fund heiress Cam Clinch and her heister boyfriend Rod Funk arrive at the West Hollywood bank, and get ready to rob it ...


EXT. SIDE STREET - DAY
Rod and Cam turn off Westwood Blvd.
Walk down a side street.
They get to a vintage Jaguar convertible.

ROD
Holy shit. There IS a god.

They hop in.
Rod fiddles with the ignition wires.
STARTS it.

CAM
Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine.

And they TAKE OFF.

EXT. WILSHIRE BOULEVARD - AT THAT MOMENT
Gato drives the SUV slowly in the right lane.

Pulls into a parking space.
Grabs the GPS. Looks at it.

GATO
They’re right nearby.

THE RED LIGHT
Is blinking. But not moving.

THE JAGUAR
ROARS east on Wilshire.

ROD
How are you doing?

CAM
(rubs her neck)
It’s -- getting better.

ROD
Hold on.

He PUNCHES the gas.
The car TAKES OFF.

INT. CADILLAC SUV - AT THAT MOMENT
Gato looks at the GPS.

GATO
They’re MOVING.

He eases out the parking space --

EXT. WILSHIRE BOULEVARD - CONTINUOUS
And gets RAMMED by a pickup truck.

The SUV goes SKIDDING into traffic,
gets CLIPPED by another vehicle,
and BANGS into a parked car.
Nearby, a SIREN WHOOP-WHOOPS.

IN THE SUV
Gato grips the steering wheel.
Blood drips down from his temple.

He picks up his phone.
Dials a number.

GATO
He’s gonna be PISSED.

EXT. SANTA MONICA BOULEVARD - A LITTLE LATER - DAY
The Jaguar drives into West Hollywood. ‘Boy’s Town.’
Neatly trimmed foliage in the median.

Cute, quaint little shops and eateries.
And, of course -- GAY MEN milling about.

INT. JAGUAR CONVERTIBLE - MOVING - CONTINUOUS
Rod slows down. Looks around.

ROD
It’s -- changed so much.

CAM
Think I’m gonna like being a fag.

ROD
That mean I can do you in the ass?

CAM
My ass is an exit, NOT an entrance.

ROD
Glad to see you’re feeling better.

CAM
(looks, points)
There’s the bank.
On the next corner.

ROD
Then let’s go make a withdrawal --
and get the fuck out of Dodge.

He pulls over. Stops.
They both tie bandanas around their necks.
Reload their weapons. Look at each other.

EXT. FIRST INTERSTATE BANK - CONTINUOUS
A small, neighborhood red brick bank on the corner.
The Jaguar is parked in front.

Cam and Rod get out.
They pull their scarves up
over their noses.
Look at each other.

ROD
You know, when I was a kid,
I always thought I'd
grow up to be a hero.

CAM
It’s too late for that now.

INT. POLICE CRUISER - MOVING
Taya sits in the back seat,
looks out the window.

Searching the mass of commuters
on the sidewalk.

TAYA
They were both wearing
jeans, baseball caps and shades.

GRIZZLED VET
We’ve gone around this block three times.

TAYA
Then go around the NEXT ONE.
We have to FIND THEM --
they KILLED BOBBY.

GRIZZLED VET
Okay, okay.
(to Rookie)
Open the glove box.

Rookie does.
Pulls out a pint of bourbon.

BLACK ROOKIE
Hey, this is booze.

GRIZZLED VET
No shit, Sipowitz --
you’ll make sergeant in no time.

BLACK ROOKIE
But it’s against regulations.

GRIZZLED VET
Give it to HER.

He does, reluctant.
Taya opens it. Takes a swig.

TAYA
Thanks, I needed that.
(looks at the bottle)
He loved -- bourbon.