Take Me To Bolivia

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In Chapter 40 of GUN-WILD, we reach the explosive climax of our story, where bank robbers Cam Clinch and Rod Funk have their final showdown with cops during 'the mother of all heists' ... and finally make a love connection.


INSIDE THE BANK
Cam races over to Rod.
Embraces him.

CAM
I -- shot him.

ROD
Your father?

CAM
Yeah.
(beat)
The pain stopped.

Cam RIPS off
her mustache.

They kiss.
Passionately.

OUTSIDE THE BANK
The SWAT commander
approaches Burly Police Chief.

SWAT COMMANDER
Chief --
the hostages are
in the vault.
We’ve got a clear shot.

BURLY POLICE CHIEF
Go ahead.
Take them out.

INSIDE THE BANK
Cam GRABS Rod by the hand.
Starts PULLING him away.

CAM
C’mon.

ROD
What are you doing?

CAM
I wanna do it.

ROD
Do what?

CAM
(GRABS his crotch)
THIS.

ROD
But we’re in
the middle of a --

The windows EXPLODE
with gun fire.

They LEAP to the floor.
ROLL toward the back.
Sit in the far corner.

CAM
It’s now or never, baby.
(sexy)
C’mon -- take me to Bolivia.

Rod pulls off his pants.
She pulls off her top.
Her trousers.

They grapple,
start making love.
Urgent. Passionate.

OUTSIDE THE BANK
We see the SWAT team
and Taya FIRING
through the windows.

INSIDE THE BANK
Bullets WHIP by
over their heads,
HITTING the walls.

SPLINTERED SHARDS
OF WOOD go FLYING --
as they make love.

ROD
(kisses her)
Think ya used enough
dynamite there, Butch?

A bullet HITS
Cam in the arm.
She FLINCHES.

Moves her hips with his.
Rides him.

CAM
(sucks on his neck)
Why is everything
we're good at illegal, Sundance?

A shot SLAMS into Rod’s leg.

ROD
(closes his eyes)
Who ARE these guys?

A bullet HITS Cam
in the shoulder.

CAM
(closes hers)
So much for --
going straight.

IN SLOW MOTION
They continue making love.
Now feverishly.

Gaining momentum.
Start reaching a crescendo,
as bullets RIP into them --
they CLIMAX.

Arch their backs,
in that perfect
moment of bliss.

Their bodies are ROCKED
like rag dolls,
FLY IN THE AIR --

And slowly, slowly,
like a feather --
come to rest.

As they EXPLODE
in a red mist.

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