EXT. BEL AIR BAY CLUB -- PACIFIC PALISADES, CA -- MORNINGIt’s a beautiful spring morning in the Palisades. High atopthe cliffs, looking out over the Pacific Ocean, sits theexclusive BEL AIR BAY CLUB. Workers bustle about the lawn,setting up a high-end wedding.A STRING QUARTET warms up. A team of FLORISTS arrangecenterpieces. CATERERS set the white linen tables...INT. BRIDAL SUITE -- DAYA simple, classic wedding dress hangs on a closet door inthis sun-drenched bridal suite. Sitting at the makeup table,surrounded by her bridesmaids, is the beautiful bride, TRACYTURNER, 20’s. She’s busy doing her makeup.Just then, Tracy’s rich, stern FATHER, 50’s, blows in.MR. TURNERAny word from
The way he spits out “Doug” tells us all we need to knowabout how Mr. Turner feels about his future son-in-law.TRACYNo, but I’m sure he’s--Just then, Tracy’s CELLPHONE rings. She quickly answers it.TRACY (CONT'D)Hello?INTERCUT WITH:EXT. MOJAVE DESERT -- MORNINGHeat-waves rise off the Mojave. Standing at a lone, dust-covered payphone in the middle of the desert isVICK LENNONHe’s in his late 20’s, tall, rugged -- and currently a mess.His shirt is ripped open, his aviator sunglasses are bent,his lip is bloodied, and he clearly hasn’t slept in days.VICKTracy, it’s Vick.Parked on the dirt road behind Vick is his near-totalled 1967Cadillac Deville convertible; it’s scratched, dented, filthy -- and missing its passenger side door.Slouched inside are TWO OTHER GUYS, also looking like hell.