Pyromance 15

We storm into the fake bank. I am supposed to go for the guard and I do. The stuntman goes down on cue like he is supposed to. Benny goes for the manager like he is supposed to. Out of the corner of my eye I see the woman who makes everything go away. And it’s not hard to act that way. Our eyes meet and even though my character at the moment is wearing a black ski mask, Ramona, she is still supposed to notice me and my green eyes. Green eyes that she spent the previous make believe night gazing into.

Cut and print.

I am supposed to get the teller and get her to give me the code to the vault. I walked over to Ramona and I ask for the code which she gives me easy. Her manager played by Belinda Matthias, I tell Belinda, the Bank Manager (that is the credit she is given in the movie) to open the vault, she is supposed to refuse and I was supposed to put the gun in her mouth and tell to her eat a fucking dick or open the vault. She is supposed to refuse and her brains are supposed to land on the wall behind her as Benny’s character Scottie shoots her. Cut to the fake blood and potato guts.

Cut and print.

Now with no one to open the vault and the alarm having been tripped its left us trapped in the bank. Scottie is making a scene about the day to day endless trap of life out of frustration that nothing he has ever tried has succeeded. Awesome scene that Benny nailed in one take.

“We are supposed to be a nation of builders and thinkers and they have conspired to turn us into consumers. And that is just what we do. We eat and shop and fuck and die where we stand on the train to work, in the car in the carpool lane, at the supermarket, on the drawbridge to hell. Where is our revolution? Why is the only thing we have to look forward is the inevitability of disaster on the news. Why is death such a turn on? Why do we immortalize and idolize destruction? Well I want my piece! And every last fucking one of you will die and be famous with me unless they open that goddamn fucking vault! Viva the revolution….and like a once great man once said! Rock is dead….You lousy cunt fucking bitches….my fucking money or they will need a lot of soap to clean the mess I am going to make in here!”