Beam Me Up, Scotty

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In Chapter 10 of EXIT, the hostage situation takes another bizarre turn when fugitive Danny Peel and the celebrities do lines of coke on the bar, but things soon turn nasty when Mia the bartender refuses ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - MAIN LOUNGE - EARLY MORNING
Danny finishes chopping up
a series of big, fat
lines of coke on the bar.

Holds a rolled-up bill
in his hand.

Smiles. Leans over.
SNARFS one up. Then another.
HONK.

Hands it to Vin.

DANNY
Breakfast of champions.

VIN
Beam me up, Scotty.
(does a line)
Damn. That’s good shit.

CASEY
(to Danny)
Can I -- ?

DANNY
Hell, yeah.
We should all be
on the same wavelength.

Casey smiles.
Pulls a silver tube
out of her bag.

Leans over.
SNORTS a line.
Shakes her head.

DANNY
Check out the paraphenalia
on Diablo Cody.

CASET
Present from my director.
(offers it to Sky)
Your turn.

SKY
Sorry.
I’m clean and sober.

DANNY
Really?
How long?

SKY
Five days.

DANNY
That’s all?
You can make that again
standing on your head.

SKY
I dunno. My sponsor --

DANNY
Tell ‘em you were held hostage
at gunpoint by a pair of
crazed gunmen and they made you.

SKY
(big smile)
Fuck, yeah.

He takes the tube from Casey.
Leans down.

SNARFS up a line.
Then another.

Dips a finger in his drink.
Wets his nose.

SKY (CONT’D)
That’s some righteous booger sugar.
(hands it to Easy)
Seventh Inning Stretch, my man?

EASY
(takes it)
Line drive, brother.
(does a hit, shakes his head)
Pun intended.
(does another)
Home run, bases LOADED.

He swings the tube
like a little bat.
Angel points at it.

ANGEL
May I?
DANNY
(hands it to him)
But of course.
The bouncer needs a bounce.

Angel smiles grimly.
Leans down.

SNARFS up a line.
Then another.

Nods his head.
Danny points at Mia.

DANNY
Now it’s your turn.

MIA
No, thanks.

DANNY
Aw, c’mon.
Join the party, doll.

MIA
I -- don’t do drugs.

DANNY
Oh, so you think you’re
better than us?

MIA
Oh, no.
I just -- don’t do drugs.

DANNY
(aims his gun at her)
Well, now you do.
(hands her the straw)
C’mon. One little toot.
You’d make a dangerous criminal
VERY happy.

MIA
Please.

DANNY
(clicks the hammer)
DO IT. NOW.

Mia stares at him.
Eyes fill with tears.

She leans down.
SNORTS a hit.

Lays down the straw.
Rubs her nose.

DANNY
See?
That wasn’t so bad, was it?