The Salton Sea Page #7

Jimmy sighs, scratches his arms. They are all scabbed up.

DANNY (cont'd)

You see the crank bugs?

JIMMY:

Oh yeah.

(guzzles some beer)

Man, Danny, how do you keep your sh*t

together so tight?

Danny chuckles.

DANNY:

That's a good one.

JIMMY:

I'm serious, dude. You always seem

to be on top of things, even when

you're tweakin'.

DANNY:

I guess there's just no substitute

for good genes.

Jimmy finishes his beer. Danny signals to the cocktail waitress for

more beer.

DANNY (cont'd)

You hear about Bobby?

JIMMY:

Yeah, it's a pity. Truly a pity.

Danny smiles at Jimmy's choice of words.

JIMMY (cont'd)

He was a good supplier.

(gets an idea)

You think maybe there's any drugs

left in his room? You know, like

hidden?

DANNY:

I kind of doubt it, Jimmy.

The beers arrive. Jimmy lays into his, downing it in one long gulp.

Danny slides his over.

JIMMY:

So, why'd you want to see me?

DANNY:

Business. I need to leave town and I

find myself in dire need of some cash.

JIMMY:

See that? That's just what I'm talking about.

DANNY:

What?

JIMMY:

You. You're smooth. You use words like dire

and sh*t. You got language skills, man.

DANNY:

Don't get carried away.

JIMMY:

I find myself in dire need of some cash.

Jimmy shakes his head in wonder.

DANNY:

You remember that guy you told me

about ... said he could handle a big

hook-up?

JIMMY:

Yeah, Pooh-Bear. Dude is a big-time

cook. I'm talking dire.

DANNY:

I know a buyer. Guy's looking for a

quarter's worth.

Jimmy frowns.

JIMMY:

A quarter? Danny that ain't even worth ...

DANNY:

A quarter of a million, Jimmy.

Jimmy's a drug-addled eyes catch a glimmer.

JIMMY:

Fuuuuuck

DANNY:

Can your man handle that?

JIMMY:

I think so. I mean, we'd have to

talk to him.

DANNY:

Can you set that up?

JIMMY:

Sure.

Jimmy sucks what's left of his beer down.

JIMMY (cont'd)

What's in it for us?

DANNY:

I'm getting a 10% finder's fee from

my man if I can get the right price.

JIMMY:

10%. That's ...

Jimmy becomes paralyzed by the math.

DANNY:

25 grand. You introduce me to your

boy, I'll cut you five grand out of

my take. That's all you gotta do,

just get me in the door.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Danny walking home. Sparse traffic on the street. He walks with his

head down and his hands thrust in his pockets.

A RED CAR approaches from the opposite direction. It SLOWS as it passes

Danny.

Danny looks over.

The DRIVER is obscured by the reflected glare of a streetlight, but it

is obvious that he is staring right at Danny.

Danny plays it cool. Keeps walking.

The red car pulls a SLOW U-TURN.

Danny hauls ass.

The red car catching up.

7Danny runs down a service street which runs through the back of a

series of apartment complexes.

The red car follows, slowly prowling the street.

Danny squeezed behind a dumpster, watching.

It is now too dark to see the driver. The car comes to a stop.

Danny hugging the dumpster tight.

Another car pulls into the tight street, behind the red car. The

driver of the other car SOUNDS HIS HORN. The red car speeds off.

Danny walks quickly the other way.

INT. BARE APARTMENT - NIGHT

A WAY-TOO-YOUNG BLACK KID stares DIRECTLY AT CAMERA, an ARRAY OF

HANDGUNS, KNIVES, RIFLES AND SECURITY EQUIPMENT spread out on the

dining room table before him.

He is squeezed into a terry-cloth jumpsuit, his body festooned with

gold jewelry, his hair all wet jerry-curl.

He looks like Barry White, Jr.

KID:

Mister, I only deal in high-end

weapons. All guaranteed stolen and

traceable only to their original

owners. All sales are final and all

prices are negotiable.

The kid speaks in a HUSKY MONOTONE, completely FLAT and HUMORLESS. He

sounds like one of those kids selling candy door-to-door with a

memorized pitch told by rote.

KID (cont'd)

(rapid fire delivery)

Glock semi-automatic 9 mm. Tenifer

matte finish, Polymer grip, fixed

sights, 4 and 1/2 inch barrel, 22

ounces, double action and a 10 round

magazine. Mister, I could hook you up

with this gun for the low price of

three hundred and "fitty" dollars -

well below market value.

(next gun, no pause)

Tangfolio semi-automatic. This a 9mm

too - seems to be the weapon of choice -

try one and you'll understand why.

Rubber grips, adjustable 3 dot

sights, 4 and 1/2 inch barrel, 33

ounces. Check out the eye-catching

extended beaver tail just above the

grip. Got mad-ass double action and a

surprising 16 round magazine.

Mister, I want to sell you this gun

and I can hook you up for the low

price of 200 dollars.

(next gun, breakneck pace)

Maybe you looking for something in

a chrome finish. Something to

impress the ladies. This right here

is a Llama Mini-Max .38 Super Auto.

semi-automatic.

Fresh satin chrome, black rubber

grip, 3 dot fixed sights, 3 and 1/2

inch barrel, skeletonized hammer with

an extended slide release, eight

capacity magazine and single action.

Mister, I won't lie to you, this gun

is not the bomb - it'll do the job,

KID (cont'd)

but it ain't all that. That's why

you can walk out of here with this

gun for the incredible low price of

one hundred and "fitty" dollar.

(next one)

Maybe you looking for power, mister.

This gun got mad power, mad kick and

mad reputation. That's right, it's

the Colt .357 Magnum revolver.

Rubber combat-style grip, fixed rear,

ramp front sights, 2 inch barrel.

Weighs in at a feather-like 21

ounces. 6 shot capacity with double

action. Mister, if you're looking

for impact, the Magnum will satisfy

all of your needs.

(the last gun)

I don't know you, mister, but you

look like a man of style so maybe you

in the market for a custom piece.

Mister, it's your lucky day 'cause

this gun got style to burn. You

lookin' at the Les Baer Custom

Premier Tactical 45. Fresh blue

finish, deluxe grips, 5 inch barrel,

37 ounces, guaranteed to shoot 1 1/2

groups at a distance of 50

yards. Aluminum speed trigger,

throated barrel, single action with

12 shot capacity magazine. I could see

you with this gun, mister. And I can

give it to you for the low price of

seven hundred and ninety-five

dollars. Mister, these are my guns.

All sales are final, and all prices

are negotiable.

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