Two men in a big, dilapidated car tool down a main drag in a big city. A black van pulls up alongside, pacing them. Through the side window, we see a door slide open in the side of the van. A man lowers an automatic weapon. The man wears a black blazer and slacks, dark sunglasses and a white polo shirt with a popped collar.
DUDE, the passenger, takes a sip of his coffee. MAN, the driver, glances over, double-takes. He shrieks:
And slams on the gas; they lurch forward. DUDE, the passenger, braces himself, steadying his coffee cup, and shouts:
Now they are barreling down the city street, which is mercifully lightly trafficked.
DUDE: What the hell, man!
Man glances at Dude, looks over his shoulder. The van is following, the gunner leaning out the side door. The two guys commence a sort of screaming conversation: