INT. BORA’S CAR – DAY
Bora drives a heap of junk. His destination is clear only to him, but it’s certain he is on a mission. Right now, he is trying to find a parking space.
BORA: I can't believe this shit. Parking is so unavailable.
He drives around and curses a little more... and finally he sees a spot, though a jaywalker has to go past him before he can claim it.
BORA: Get the fuck out of way.
He is about to take the spot when he is distracted by
A GUY ON A BIKE
Bora tries to take out his camera and get a picture but doesn't do it on time. He seems to ponder whether he should take the spot or follow the guy... and decides on following the guy.
BORA: Should I pursue him?
Peeling down the block. Bora tries to drive and take a picture at the same time.
But the biker is too fast. Bora isn't sure if he got his picture.
BORA: That biker is so brusque. How can I ever capture him.
EXT. PARKING SPOT - DAY
Bora returns to the available spot, but it is taken.
BORA: Fuck. People are so opportunistic.
EXT. VENICE BOARDWALK - DAY
Bora walks determinedly. His eyes dart, clearly focused on something or someone.
A GUY EATING LIKE A SLOB
Bora clicks pictures with his CAMERA. Click... Click... Click... The slob never knows.
EXT. VENICE BOARDWALK - DAY
A GUY IS FLIRTING WITH A WITH GIRL
Bora takes pictures. The guy is never aware.
BORA: I can't believe he's flirting with her. She's so mediocre.
EXT. VENICE BOARDWALK - DAY
A GROUP OF GUYS TOSS A FOOTBALL AROUND
Bora takes their pictures. One of the guys leers at him. Under his breath, Bora mutters...
BORA: Fuck are you looking at? Beer gut.
The guy looks frightened and resumes tossing the football. Even though he's much bigger than Bora.
EXT. VENICE BOARDWALK - DAY
A GUY AND HIS GIRLFRIEND BROWSE FOR POSTCARDS
Bora snaps some shots. The girlfriend seems to be leering at him with evil eyes. There is a back and forth exchange before she finally addresses him.
GIRLFRIEND: Excuse me, are you taking our picture.
Bora ignores her.
GIRLFRIEND: Hey, are you taking our picture.
BORA: I'm taking a picture of the beach. God.
Bora walks away.
The girlfriend is puzzled.
EXT. STREETS - DAY
A GUY CARRIES HIS SURFBOARD TO HIS CAR
Bora is right behind, getting shots.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
A DOZEN SURFERS RISE OUT OF THE OCEAN
And Bora is there snapping shots, but there are too many of them. They walk past him like a herd of rare buffalos.
One surfer tries to get the other surfers to go have a beer with him but they all express various excuses and go their separate ways - literally separate directions.
Bora desperately takes pictures but can't seem to make up his mind which direction to go.
EXT. PARKED CAR - END OF DAY
Bora has a ticket on his windshield.
BORA: God, this is so foreboding.
Tears the ticket, looks at it.
BORA: Sixty bucks. These meter maids are so insatiable.
INT. BORA'S CAR - DAY
Bora drives like a madman. We see numerous instant cameras in the backseat. As well as plastic bags and other items.
EXT. SIDE OF FREEWAY - DAY
Bora's car is up in smoke. He has to pull over to pour water into his engine.
BORA: This fucking sucks.
Bora calls someone for help.
BORA (to cell): Hello, hey, my car is overheating, fuck, I don't know what to do... should I open the radiator... I should wait a half hour... here?... fuck... I'm right in the middle of... can I wait less than a half hour... twenty minutes... okay, I'll wait twenty minutes... what about 10 minutes, can I wait 10 minutes?
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