CLOSE UP through the rear view mirror of a WOMEN'S EYES. She stares intently, looking behind her. Her eyes show no fear, but a calculated risk of what’s next. She looks away as we PULL BACK revealing an OVER THE SHOULDER view of a HANDGUN on the dashboard. Her gentle hand reaches for it. ENTER EVIE HARLOW, a sultry woman with deceitful eyes and a past to match. Suddenly, the cars interior fills up with light. Headlights from another car.

EXT.STREET. CONTINUIOUS

A 1948 PLYMOUTH COUPE comes to a rest behind the Caddy. We can see two MEN inside, their features obscured by shadow, hidden underneath the brims of their fedoras. The sit for a moment behind the Caddy.

EXT.NIGHT STREET-CONTINIOUS

WIDE SHOT from behind the Plymouth. Both doors open and out step the two MEN, wearing dark suits, they both stand next to the wide open car doors. We see that each of them is holding a PISTOL. The step in unison toward the CADDY.

INT.CADDY.CONTINIOUS

Through the rear view Mmrror we see Evie, her eyes watching the men approach. A PAN DOWN reveals she is holding a 45 caliber pistol. She cocks back the hammer with intent.

EXT.STREET-CONTINUIOUS

One man stops in front of the Plymouth, while the 2nd continues his approach to the Caddy. He holds his pistol just behind his back, trying to keep it out of sight.

INT.CADDY.CONTINIOUS

We now can see Evie's face; sharp features, pouty lips, dark hair. A striking beauty. She forces a smile as the FIRST MAN leans into frame on the driver's side. She spot checks the opposite rear view mirror, the other guy filling the reflection in front of the Plymouth. The Man staring down at her has a rough face, scars from street fights, a block jaw and heavy eyes. Like a boxer with to many rounds under his belt, he speaks slow and with a light accent, maybe Turkish.

You almost lost us back there Evie, cant have that.
Pull the keys out and gimmie em.

Evie doesn’t hesitate. She raises the pistol in an instant before the man can react. All we can see is the man's sudden surpise.

CUT TO:

EXT.CADDY-CONTINUIOUS

Two muzzle flashes lift the man next to the car window off his feet and straight to the pavement. The 2nd man reacts, raising his pistol and firing, while the Caddy leaps into reverse and pins him between the two cars. He screams out as he shoots into the air, and then drops his gun.

INT.CADDY-SAME MOMENT

Evie slams the car back into drive and floors it. Sudden brakes and the car skids to a halt. She is calm and collected. She knew this was her play. Through the rear view mirror we see the man slip to the ground in agony. He’s barley moving, if at all.

She opens the door.

EXT.STREET-CONTINUIOUS

The 2nd man lays in front of the badly damaged Plymouth. His breathing slow and desperate. Evie approaches him, and he’s helpless to stop her. From HIS POV she fills the frame above him. Holding her pistol toward him she speaks.

WOMAN
Both your legs are broken Carlo, doubt if you’ll make it, but if
you don’t bleed to death first, make sure and tell Ben that
when I said it was over, I meant it. If I so much a smell any of
you goons around a corner, I wont play as nice next time.
The man, Carlo says nothing. She exits the frame.

WIDE SHOT as she enters the Caddy and drives off into the night. A single headlight from the Plymouth casts light of Carlos broken body as we PULL BACK and FADE TO BLACK.

Welcome to Hollywoodland, now get me a cup of joe and shut the fuck up.

So kids, you're fresh off the bus, dreams of stardom in one hand, your granny's old suitcase in the other. Hollywood welcomes you with dirty streets, crazy people and another half a million folks just like you pouring in weekly with the same little dream. Yeah, you're special. You’ve got that one thing we here in LA LA Land have been holding our collective breath for. You’ve got talent, after all everyone in (insert any small town name here) said so. You played the lead in (insert any common high school play here) and everyone told you that you should be in pictures. Hollywood “needed you” they said, you are the next big thing. After all, you are you. That special talent from anywhere America. Listen kiddo, this is the toughest city in the world to make it in. I’ll wager, that within a month, some jerk will talk you into taking some nudie pics, cause after all, Sleezy McSleeze can help your career, introduce you to people, make it happen. He’s here to help, cause you're that special talent, remember? Hey, porn stars come from somewhere, we don’t just grow em like fucking crabapples. It’s a nice thought, but we got plenty of assholes for parents doing that for us all across the states. Amazing how once the chickies hit the pole, they slide right in to porn.

But that’s not why you’re here, no, not you, you're going to be the next fucking big thing. Right. Yeah, ok dollface, we see ya standing there. Sure thing. Gotcha. So you better go rent that little North Hollywood apartment. The one we all rented before you. In fact, if you look around, you just might see some of the memories we left behind. So don’t be a wise ass and think you got it all figured, cause ya know what, ya don’t sweetheart, its just the opposite. This town will eat you alive. But sometimes, somehow, one of you makes good. Aint it a swell thought. Mom and Dad will be so proud, well, unless you're destined for low budget fuck films - you know, the ones your Mom and Dad get from some online store, after all you are outta the house and they can watch porn all they want. Oh yeah, your folks watch porn, I promise. And they like to fuck each other. Once or twice on your bed even. Kinky bastards. And that’s how that story breaks. Mom and Dad settle in with a gallon of lube and some turkey sandwiches to watch a good little dirty flick. Imagine their surprise when they see you getting a face full or fucked six ways from Sunday by 3 men with cocks the size of baseball bats. Yeah, happens every day darling, so don’t act so shocked. But not you, you’re a good one. You're serious about your craft. Its art, its passion. Yeah yeah, we have seen you before. Now go get me a fucking cup of joe and stop with the dreamy “I’m going to be a star” horseshit.

But, this is the town that can makes all your dreams come true. One little break and you're off. It does happen, but will it happen to you? Lets see how it goes kiddo, after all Granny knew best when she said you’d be in pictures. Didn’t she?

Stay tuned folks, next week we get to see where the dame goes and who’s waiting for her. Should be fun. Got something to say does ya? Well what's keeping ya, drop me a line. If it's hate mail, put that in the subject line. I read those first.

--Jason