EXT. to INT. - FREDDY'S BAR - AFTERNOON

Gerri stepped out of the driver's seat into the California sunshine, squinting as she tossed her sunglasses onto the dash before slamming the door. Jackson exited the passenger side, his own mirrored shades still in place. Such a poser as he looked around with his broad jaw set, all Hollywood.

He'd missed his calling, the jackass.

She ignored his grumpiness as she stared across the street at the dive bar on the ...