The Salton Sea Page #8

He finishes .... staring at ...

Danny and Jimmy, standing there, wide-eyed and amazed by the incredible

sales pitch.

EXT. BAD NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT

Rows of decaying stucco apartment buildings. Danny and Jimmy walking

away from one of the structures.

Danny pockets the GLOCK he just purchased. He also carries a BULLET-

PROOF VEST over this shoulder.

DANNY:

Jimmy, where do you find these people?

JIMMY:

The Del Ammo Mall mostly.

They walk along.

JIMMY:

You wanna score some go-fast?

DANNY:

Not tonight.

They continue on. Jimmy looks at the vest.

JIMMY:

Hey, why do you need a gun and a vest anyway?

DANNY:

Personal protection. It's a

dangerous world we live in, Jimmy, a

very dangerous world.

INT. RESIDENTIAL HOTEL - NIGHT

A TRASHY LOOKING DUDE banging on Colette's door.

Danny at his door, fumbling with his keys, watching the dude.

DUDE:

(sees Danny eyeballing him)

You mad dogging me, B*tch?

DANNY:

Heavens no. I was just admiring your boots.

The dude looks down at this beat-up motorcycle boots.

DANNY:

Did you purchase them locally?

The dude ignores Danny and keeps pounding on the door.

DANNY (cont'd)

Goodbye now. Nice meeting you.

INT. RESIDENTIAL HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Danny enters. AN ARGUMENT ENSUES NEXT DOOR between the dude and

Colette.

The sounds of a struggle. Colette screams. The dude yelling at the

top of his lungs. A LOUD SMACK. SILENCE.

Colette sobbing. The dude talking in hushed tones, contrite.

EXT. FREEWAY - DAY

A spray painted rusty Chevy Vega belching black smoke. All of the

lights are broken.

INT. VERA - SAME

Jimmy driving. Danny in the passenger's seat, looking down at ...

... the floorboard, or lack thereof. It is completely rusted out. The

freeway rushes by underneath.

DANNY:

You know, Jimmy, you might as well

put a sign on the back of this thing

asking the cops to pull you over.

JIMMY:

You mean, like to throw 'em off?

DANNY:

Yeah, that's what I mean.

(beat)

Where the hell does this guy live anyway?

JIMMY:

Palmdale

DANNY:

Why do they call him Pooh-Bear?

JIMMY:

I think on account of his nose.

DANNY:

You're going to have to explain that

one.

JIMMY:

He doesn't have one.

DANNY:

You're going to have to give me a little

more than that, Jimmy.

JIMMY:

Well, you know how Winnie the Pooh

always got his nose stuck in the honey jar?

Well, Pooh-Bear snorted so much

crank, they had to cut his nose off.

He's got a plastic one though.

Danny wonders what he's getting himself into.

JIMMY (cont'd)

You know, they say he hasn't slept in

over a year.

DANNY:

You ever see Queen Elizabeth sleep?

JIMMY:

No

(beat)

You think she's a tweaker?

EXT. POOH-BEAR'S COMPOUND - DAY

A sprawling old ranch house tucked into the remote hills of the desert.

A GUY passes out in the front yard. A DOG sniffs at him, then starts

pissing on him. He never moves.

A PILE OF DEAD PIGEONS near the driveway.

CLOSE ON POOH-BEAR - he does indeed have a prosthetic nose. It almost

blends in with his face but not quite, making it that much more

disconcerting.

He takes a huge hit of crystal meth from a pipe, holds it, then blows a

long exhale.

POOH-BEAR

Okay, here we go gentlemen ...

A REMOTE CONTROLLED CAR trundles out of the garage and along the

driveway. Inside the car, FOUR PIEGEONS, their bodies wrapped in tape.

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