Thank Heaven For Small Miracles

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In Chapter 17 of EXIT, in the aftermath of dirty cop Vin Vargas shooting death, fugitive Danny Peel and Oscar-winning screenwriter bond when she reveals the reason she has writer's block ... so then Danny unblocks it ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - EARLY MORNING
Vin reaches for his gun, but Danny’s faster --
and SHOOTS him with the sawed-off, BOOM.

He FLIES backwards, HITS the floor, THUD.
Blood starts PUMPING out of his belly.

Casey stares, wide-eyed.
Heart beating a mile a minute.

SKY
Holy shit.

BETTIE
Good riddance.

EASY
Asshole.

ANGEL
I was getting tired of his shit.

HARRY
(low)
Remind me not to make him mad.

Casey gets up.
Walks over to Danny.

CASEY
You meant that?

DANNY
What?

CASEY
Permission to tell your story.

DANNY
Yeah.

Angel nudges Sky.
Points at Vin’s body.

They nod. Get up, pick him up
and carry him out of the room.

MIA
(softly)
I’ll go make us some drinks.

Bettie and Easy
follow her to the bar.

Danny watches them
out of the corner of his eye.

CASEY
Wilshire Boulevard’s a true story.

DANNY
No shit?

CASEY
(nods)
I’m Jenny.

DANNY
But you said you
liked to fuck girls.

CASEY
Doesn’t mean I don’t
like to fuck guys.

DANNY
Thank heaven for small miracles.

CASEY
That’s why I haven’t
been able to write.

DANNY
Why don’t you just
find another true story?

CASEY
I tried, but it didn’t work.
The story’s gotta happen to me.
(beat)
Watching my boyfriend
kill my parents
and my brother really --
(beat)
So I wrote about it.
It was the only way
I could let go.
(whispers)
But I haven’t been able
to have sex.

DANNY
Really.

CASEY
Yeah.
(beat)
But now --

DANNY
You’ve been waiting for
another triple homicide
to come along?

CASY
More like --
waiting for a muse.

DANNY
I inspire you?

CASEY
Scary, huh?

DANNY
Boo.

CASEY
Gonna huff and puff?

DANNY.
Blow your house down.

They GRAB each other.
Start going at it, hot and heavy.

Angel and Sky come back in,
see what they’re doing.

Go to the bar.
Join the others.
Whisper to each other.

Danny pulls Casey over to the banquet
so they won’t be seen.

Lays her down.
Kisses her neck.

Pulls his sawed-off
out from his waistband.
Points it at her crotch.

DANNY
Ever had both barrels?

CASEY
Go ahead.
(beat)
Fill me with buckshot --