The Salton Sea Page #6
DANNY:
Like I said.
JIMMY:
F*** man. Come on, Bobby.
BOBBY:
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Rhymes with ...
(he draws a blank)
DANNY:
Hobby?
Bobby twists a smile, revealing speed-blackened teeth.
BOBBY:
That's a good man. I like that.
DANNY:
(calmly)
Hey, Bobby, look .. What you got
going with your old lay, it's none
of our business. We're just a couple
of dope fiends trying to score.
Bobby lowers his speargun.
BOBBY:
Two eight balls?
Jimmy breaths a sigh of relief.
Danny and Jimmy exit the room, closing the door behind them. Danny
looks at Jimmy.
DANNY:
Nice dealer you got there, Jimmy.
JIMMY:
Oh ... that. Ah, he was just juiced.
He wouldn't have did nothin'
WHAP, WHAP! Two spears plunge through the cheap door, stopping inches
from Danny's head.
They run like hell.
EXT. SKY - DAY
TIME LAPSE. The sun plunges down. The sky turns black. The moon
races up and down. The sky lightens. The sun races up and down.
Night comes again.
Everyone crashing. Jonestown, post Kool-Aid. It looks like they have
all simultaneously fallen asleep where they were standing or sitting.
Danny stirs awake. Looks around. He stretches. KNOCKING OVER A
BOTTLE OF BEER.
ALL OTHER SOUND FADES OUT AS the beer SPLATTER to the floor. IT IS
UNNATURALLY LOUD.
DANNY staring intently at the spilling liquid.
The beer pools up on the floor.
Danny transfixed by the image.
The last few drops of beer LOUDLY splashing down.
EXT PAYPHONE - NIGHT
Danny on the phone.
DANNY:
C.I. number 678-43K-107
(beat)
Tanner and Garcetti
He hangs up.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Danny waiting in the shadows.
A car, sans headlights, pulls into the alley and stops.
Danny emerges from the shadows, opens the back door and lays on the
back seat.
INT. CAR - SAME
Two guys in suits in the front, TANNER and GARCETTI. Tanner. blue eyes
and SHAVED HEAD, an air of ex-military around him. Garcetti: swarthly
and serious, a MIASMA OF BAD-ASS ATTITUDE.
DANNY:
(lying on the back seat)
I've got a hot one.
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