Charli
cool little "title"
Over at Done Deal there's a discussion whether women can write action genre
like men. I think it's less about the sexes and more about the individual, but
hey, that's me. So this was my entry for the challenge. You decide:
INT./EXT. CAR CHASE MONTAGE -- DAY
A MUSTANG speeds down Coastal Highway 1 followed by a SEDAN.
INSIDE THE MUSTANG
Two ladies, one BLONDE and one BRUNETTE.
BRUNETTE
Why do I listen to you?
BLONDE
He was cute.
BRUNETTE
He was a cop.
BLONDE
He was cute.
IN THE SEDAN
Two men, one SUIT at the wheel and one COWBOY. Both don guns.
COWBOY
You never learn.
SUIT
Shut up.
COWBOY
Now what?
SUIT
I'll get it back.
Suit grits his teeth, presses the pedal to the metal.
OUT ON THE HIGHWAY
The Sedan closes the gap.
INSIDE THE MUSTANG
Blonde looks at her rear view mirror, the Sedan gains distance and that look in her eye, there's only one thing to do.
She shifts gears, presses the brakes, drifts into a 180 spin, then charges head-on toward the Sedan.
BRUNETTE
Are you out of your mind.
BLONDE
Hold on.
IN THE SEDAN
The two men brace themselves.
COWBOY
Jesus Christ!
SUIT
Son-of-a-
OUT ON THE HIGHWAY
The Sedan veers off the road, a tire blows out.
INSIDE THE MUSTANG
BLONDE
Chicken.
Blonde looks through her rear view mirror, spies the men in the Sedan as they pile out of the car.
Brunette is less than pleased.
BLONDE
Come on, I get props.
BRUNETTE
I hate going out with you.
Brunette reluctant to show contentment until she glances at her side view mirror, sees the Suit kick his flat tire.
BRUNETTE
Props.
They exchange a smile.
BLONDE
Go-go, baby cakes.
OUT ON THE HIGHWAY
The Mustang speeds down the highway, disappears around the bend.
INT. RESTAURANT -- NIGHT
A WAITER takes their order.
BLONDE
On bean burrito, no cheese.
BRUNETTE
Beef tacos, lots of cheese.
The Waiter takes their menus, exits.
BLONDE
Why don't we go to Vegas?
BRUNETTE
What about the cop?
BLONDE
He was fun. He has this little ring on his --
Brunette stands.
BRUNETTE
Don't wanna know. I'm going to the rest room, don't drink my Margarita.
Brunette gives a stern look to the Blonde who puts up her hands, she's not touching the drink, promise.
As soon as the Brunette steps out of view, Blonde pours a quarter of the Brunette's drink into her own glass. She then fills Brunette's drink with water to compensate the difference.
A FIST slams on the table.
MEEKO
Whaz up?
Meet MEEKO. He's slick, pretty boy, an Asian invasion.
BLONDE
I don't have time for you, Meeko.
MEEKO
Where's your sister?
BLONDE
Dallas.
MEEKO
Where is she?
BLONDE
Phoenix.
MEEKO
Quit playing me.
BLONDE
She doesn't like you, and what are you doing here?
MEEKO
I know this is her favorite place to eat. I came to see if she was here.
BLONDE
She's not here.
MEEKO
And she does like me. What's not to like.
Blonde gives him the once over and assess the situation.
BLONDE
Last year's jeans, greasy hair, one serious ugly tattoo on your chest, and blood on your nose.
Meeko checks his nose, checks his hands. He looks up at Blonde. She lands him one on the honker.
BLONDE
Quit stalking my sister.
He flips on the floor. Blonde stands. Now he has blood on his nose. Meeko stands.
Blonde is posed to fight and Meeko knows she's tough. He takes a step back. Blonde straightens -- didn't think so.
MEEKO
Yo.
Meet SNAKE, dons a huge snake tattoo across his neck. This guy looks like a wall of hurt.
Blonde's confidence not so high about now. The MANAGER shouts in Spanish to take it outside, cowers under the bar.
BLONDE
Listen boys, let's talk about this.
Snake and Meeko exchange a glance. Big mistake. In that nano second Blonde roundhouses Meeko in the face. He falls again like a bag of sand. Half the room clears out.
The next round -- Snake v.s. Blonde. He has the upper hand, literally. He grabs her by the throat and lifts her feet from off the floor.
Brunette emerges from the rest room. She spies Snake with a death grip on Blonde. Oh Hell, no. She charges, jumps on top of a chair, then on top of a table, tackles the snot out of Snake.
He falls. Brunette recovers, helps Blonde.
BRUNETTE
You okay?
Blonde nods.
Suit and Cowboy, enter, scan the room. Suit's hands and clothes are covered in black from changing the tire.
BLONDE
Sh-t.
BRUNETTE
This is not our day.
Blonde yells at Meeko and Snake, points to Suit and Cowboy.
BLONDE
Cops.
Brunette points at Meeko and Snake.
BRUNETTE
Criminals.
That now pits Snake and Meeko against Suit and Cowboy. The men take cover and draw weapons. The two girls exit toward the kitchen.
EXT. RESTAURANT PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS
Blonde and Brunett jump into the Mustang.
INT. MUSTANG -- CONTINUOUS
Gun fire emanates from inside the restaurant.
BRUNETTE
Car chase, fist fight, gun fight...
BLONDE
Yeah.
BRUNETTE
Old times.
Blonde hands Brunette a badge.
BLONDE
Happy birthday, baby cakes.
like men. I think it's less about the sexes and more about the individual, but
hey, that's me. So this was my entry for the challenge. You decide:
INT./EXT. CAR CHASE MONTAGE -- DAY
A MUSTANG speeds down Coastal Highway 1 followed by a SEDAN.
INSIDE THE MUSTANG
Two ladies, one BLONDE and one BRUNETTE.
BRUNETTE
Why do I listen to you?
BLONDE
He was cute.
BRUNETTE
He was a cop.
BLONDE
He was cute.
IN THE SEDAN
Two men, one SUIT at the wheel and one COWBOY. Both don guns.
COWBOY
You never learn.
SUIT
Shut up.
COWBOY
Now what?
SUIT
I'll get it back.
Suit grits his teeth, presses the pedal to the metal.
OUT ON THE HIGHWAY
The Sedan closes the gap.
INSIDE THE MUSTANG
Blonde looks at her rear view mirror, the Sedan gains distance and that look in her eye, there's only one thing to do.
She shifts gears, presses the brakes, drifts into a 180 spin, then charges head-on toward the Sedan.
BRUNETTE
Are you out of your mind.
BLONDE
Hold on.
IN THE SEDAN
The two men brace themselves.
COWBOY
Jesus Christ!
SUIT
Son-of-a-
OUT ON THE HIGHWAY
The Sedan veers off the road, a tire blows out.
INSIDE THE MUSTANG
BLONDE
Chicken.
Blonde looks through her rear view mirror, spies the men in the Sedan as they pile out of the car.
Brunette is less than pleased.
BLONDE
Come on, I get props.
BRUNETTE
I hate going out with you.
Brunette reluctant to show contentment until she glances at her side view mirror, sees the Suit kick his flat tire.
BRUNETTE
Props.
They exchange a smile.
BLONDE
Go-go, baby cakes.
OUT ON THE HIGHWAY
The Mustang speeds down the highway, disappears around the bend.
INT. RESTAURANT -- NIGHT
A WAITER takes their order.
BLONDE
On bean burrito, no cheese.
BRUNETTE
Beef tacos, lots of cheese.
The Waiter takes their menus, exits.
BLONDE
Why don't we go to Vegas?
BRUNETTE
What about the cop?
BLONDE
He was fun. He has this little ring on his --
Brunette stands.
BRUNETTE
Don't wanna know. I'm going to the rest room, don't drink my Margarita.
Brunette gives a stern look to the Blonde who puts up her hands, she's not touching the drink, promise.
As soon as the Brunette steps out of view, Blonde pours a quarter of the Brunette's drink into her own glass. She then fills Brunette's drink with water to compensate the difference.
A FIST slams on the table.
MEEKO
Whaz up?
Meet MEEKO. He's slick, pretty boy, an Asian invasion.
BLONDE
I don't have time for you, Meeko.
MEEKO
Where's your sister?
BLONDE
Dallas.
MEEKO
Where is she?
BLONDE
Phoenix.
MEEKO
Quit playing me.
BLONDE
She doesn't like you, and what are you doing here?
MEEKO
I know this is her favorite place to eat. I came to see if she was here.
BLONDE
She's not here.
MEEKO
And she does like me. What's not to like.
Blonde gives him the once over and assess the situation.
BLONDE
Last year's jeans, greasy hair, one serious ugly tattoo on your chest, and blood on your nose.
Meeko checks his nose, checks his hands. He looks up at Blonde. She lands him one on the honker.
BLONDE
Quit stalking my sister.
He flips on the floor. Blonde stands. Now he has blood on his nose. Meeko stands.
Blonde is posed to fight and Meeko knows she's tough. He takes a step back. Blonde straightens -- didn't think so.
MEEKO
Yo.
Meet SNAKE, dons a huge snake tattoo across his neck. This guy looks like a wall of hurt.
Blonde's confidence not so high about now. The MANAGER shouts in Spanish to take it outside, cowers under the bar.
BLONDE
Listen boys, let's talk about this.
Snake and Meeko exchange a glance. Big mistake. In that nano second Blonde roundhouses Meeko in the face. He falls again like a bag of sand. Half the room clears out.
The next round -- Snake v.s. Blonde. He has the upper hand, literally. He grabs her by the throat and lifts her feet from off the floor.
Brunette emerges from the rest room. She spies Snake with a death grip on Blonde. Oh Hell, no. She charges, jumps on top of a chair, then on top of a table, tackles the snot out of Snake.
He falls. Brunette recovers, helps Blonde.
BRUNETTE
You okay?
Blonde nods.
Suit and Cowboy, enter, scan the room. Suit's hands and clothes are covered in black from changing the tire.
BLONDE
Sh-t.
BRUNETTE
This is not our day.
Blonde yells at Meeko and Snake, points to Suit and Cowboy.
BLONDE
Cops.
Brunette points at Meeko and Snake.
BRUNETTE
Criminals.
That now pits Snake and Meeko against Suit and Cowboy. The men take cover and draw weapons. The two girls exit toward the kitchen.
EXT. RESTAURANT PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS
Blonde and Brunett jump into the Mustang.
INT. MUSTANG -- CONTINUOUS
Gun fire emanates from inside the restaurant.
BRUNETTE
Car chase, fist fight, gun fight...
BLONDE
Yeah.
BRUNETTE
Old times.
Blonde hands Brunette a badge.
BLONDE
Happy birthday, baby cakes.
