The Art of Being Bruce Seven
Brendan Wade Ryan
EXT. BRUCE SEVEN’S RESIDENCE - JULY 4TH, 1986; LOS ANGELES,
CALIFORNIA - DAY
A shiny, brand new, fire engine red 1985 CHEVROLET CAMARO
driven by BRUCE SEVEN pulls in to the home’s driveway. Loud
HEAVY METAL MUSIC blares out the CAR’S SPEAKERS until Bruce
parks his new car in the driveway and turns off the
IGNITION. REBECA ALBA a beautiful young woman in her
twenties with brunette hair and wearing lots of make-up, who
is sitting in the front passenger seat of Bruce’s car opens
the passenger door of the car to get out.
Rebeca steps out of the car with two brown paper sacks full
of liquor bottles that had been resting in her lap on the
way to Bruce’s, hugging one sack in each arm she waits for
everyone else to get out of the car. Rebecca has very large
breasts and is wearing gold colored high heels, sexy tight
spandex pants that accentuate her amazing legs and match the
color of Bruce’s Camaro, a white designer tee-shirt showing
off her cleavage, and a gold head band that matches her
shoes. There are two more BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMEN, JENNY
MARGOLIS AND SARA SIMPSON sitting in the car’s
backseat. They are crammed in between more brown paper
grocery bags loaded with big bottles of name brand whiskies,
gins, and vodkas inside of them.
Before opening the door to get out of his car Bruce remains
sat in the driver’s seat checking all of his pockets to make
sure he has everything he’d brought with him including his
wallet, pair of SUNGLASSES, two packs of CIGARETTES, a
CIGARETTE LIGHTER and a BOTTLE OF SUNSCREEN he’d
bought. Bruce twists the key from out of the Camaro’s
ignition and opens the car door to get out.
Bruce looks at Rebeca from over the hood of the
Camaro. Bruce makes eye contact with Rebeca and smiles at
her, she smiles back at him.
Thanks for coming Rebeca. I don’t
know who else would have been able
to pick out all of those fine
brands of liquor the way you did.
Oh no problem Bruce.
Rebecca flashes another smile at Bruce. Bruce is about to
say something to Rebeca but is interrupted by a voice coming
from inside of the Camaro.
JENNY (V. O.)
Hey, let us out of here!
Jenny and Sara are stuck still sitting in the backseat of
Bruce’s Camaro. The backseat of his car is loaded with a
surplus of brown paper sacks full of liquor bottles. Unable
to move, Jenny and Sara are prevented from being able to get
out of the two-door sports car because of the of its cargo.
Hang on girls we’ll get you out of
there. Hey Sara I can’t even see
you, where are you?
Bruce bends down to have a look into the backseat of his
I’m right here Bruce.
Sara is talking to Bruce from behind a stack. It’s almost
too difficult for Bruce to locate where she is in the back
Right where? I don’t see
you. Don’t break any bottles,
OK? I just bought this hot rod. I
don’t want the backseat of my to
smell like booze after the Fourth
of July, you know?
BIANCA SEVEN and JOHNNY SIMPSON appear outside and hurry
down the driveway to meet Bruce and company.
Bruce honey, you’re back already!
Bianca this new car hauls ass.
When Bianca reaches Bruce they enjoy a long kiss
together. Rebeca walks up the driveway into the house
through an open garage door.
I’m glad you’re here. There is
something in the backyard I want to
Oh yeah, what is it?
It’s a surprise Bruce.
Johnny begins to help Jenny and Sara get out of the Bruce’s
Sara realizes her husband Johnny has come to rescue her from
the backseat of Bruce’s car.
SARA SIMPSON (V. O.)
Hi baby, I’ve come to rescue you.
SARA SIMPSON (V. O.)
Aww, I love you.
Bruce turns his head to check out the situation happening
around his car. Jenny is handing paper sacks to Johnny who
from inside of the car.
Johnny you need any help?
No Bruce I think we’ve got
it. Guys will you give us a hand?
Johnny motions for several men standing around drinking beer
in Bruce’s garage to help him with the heavy paper
sacks. Two men who Johnny had motioned to each set down
their plastic cups of beer and assist Johnny in unloading
Come on Bruce.
Bianca grabs Bruce by the hand and leads him away from the
driveway to the backyard.
What the hell is it sweetheart?