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Untitled Josh Lederman Project
by Josh Lederman (waggy143@aol.com)

Rated: R   Genre: Drama   User Review: *
WORK IN PROGRESS. When the screenplay is finished, the whole story will make sense, seeing as you don't have all of the parts yet. Also, if anyone has a suggestion for a title, I'd love to hear it.


This screenplay is copyrighted to its author. All rights reserved. This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.



FADE IN:

INT. DINER - DAY
                                                            
We are at the entrance of a small diner. It is in the
morning, around breakfast time.

We then STEDICAM through the diner, weaving past tables and
booths.

Finally the CAMERA stops at a table where two young men in
suits sit. The men are SILAS GREENWOOD and CLEMENT BROWN.

They are laughing, as if someone has just finished telling a
joke. They are done with their meal, and are just enjoying
conversation. Clement talks between drags of cigarettes.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
See man-- that's some fucked up
shit right there.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Fucked up indeed-- fucked up
indeed.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Goddamn.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Hey-- you wanna hear somethin'
really fucked up?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well that depends. Exactly how
fucked up are we talkin' here?
                                                            
                       SILAS
I donít know-- Christ. Itís just
some fucked up story I heard.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well then, let's hear it.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Alright. This is just some
myth-type shit I heard around. I
donít know if its true-- but itís
a good fuckin' story.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Go on...
                                                            

2.

                       SILAS
Alright-- shit. Donít piss
yourself.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I ainít pissing myself. If you say
you have a story, just tell the
fucking story.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Okay.
      (Pause)
So thereís this bar-- right on the
border of Arizona and Mexico. I
mean right smack dab on the
fuckin' border. Its this shitty
little hell hole of a dive called
the ďEl Diablo.Ē
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
El Diablo. Ainít that Spanish for
some shit?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah. It means ďThe Devil.Ē
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
The devil.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah-- you know: Satan, Beelzebub,
that shit.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I know who the fuck the devil is.
You think Iím some dumb
motherfucker or something?
                                                            
                       SILAS
No. Shit. Anyway, this place, ďEl
Diablo,Ē its one fuckin' shit
hole-- the fucking filth of the
earth. There are some low-down,
son-of-a-bitch scumbags in this
place. Iím talkin' the shit of the
shittiest. Some real fucking
bastards.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
That bad huh?
                                                            

3.

                       SILAS
Oh yeah. That fucking bad.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Go on.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So its this one really hot
afternoon-- Iím talking a fuckin'
scorcher here. So fucking hot,
your dick would melt in your
fuckin' hands.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No shit. Right in your hands?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yes. I said it was fucking hot.
Your dick will fucking melt in
your hands. Can I please continue
the fucking story?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Whoa-- Iím sorry. Please continue.
I was just makin' sure.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Well are you sure now?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Damn bitch-- I said continue. Iím
fuckin' sure.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So... Shit. Where was I?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Hot afternoon, with melting dicks.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Right, right. So, its this hot
afternoon. Thereís the usual trash
in this bar. Iíd say about twenty
or so low life shit wads. There
just sitting around talking and
getting shit-faced-- much like
anyone would do on a hot day in a
bar.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Amen to that.
                                                            

4.

                       SILAS
So, these fucks are just doing
their shit-- nothin' unusual about
this scene at all. Then-- the door
to the bar opens. There is a rush
of hot air from outside. Then this
man walks into the bar. Now, this
man my friend-- he is no ordinary
man.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
He isnít?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Oh no-- he most certainly is not.
There's somethin' different about
this man. He ainít like the scums
of the earth that are in this bar.
Fuck no. This guy is different--
this guy is fuckin' cool.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Cool? What you mean by cool?
                                                            
                       SILAS
This fucker is a smooth operator.
He isnít thin-- but he ainít fat
neither. He has this long black
hair, and it is slicked back. Real
cool shit. Heís dressed in all
black-- mind you its the fuckin'
surface of the sun outside-- and
heís in all black. Thatís just how
cool this fucker is.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Thatís one pretty fuckin' cool
son-of-a-bitch if Iíve ever heard
one.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Hell yes-- he is one cool
son-of-a-bitch. One fucking cool
dude my friend.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Fucking cool...
                                                            
                       SILAS
So, our man walks into this bar
full of scumbags. But he doesnít
just walk in-- no. Even his walk
is the shit. He has this smooth
            (MORE)

5.

                       SILAS (cont'd)
walk-- like heís walkin' on air.
Heís fuckin' gliding. Itís a real
sort of smooth swagger. Its like
fuckin' John Travolta-- he walks
like John Travolta.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Travolta in ďGrease,Ē or like in
ďSaturday Night Fever?Ē
                                                            
                       SILAS
What-- what the fuck?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You said he walked like Travolta--
did you not say he walked like
Travolta?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah-- I said he fuckin' walked
like Travolta. So?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
So? So did he walk like Travolta
in ďGrease,Ē or like Travolta in
fuckin' ďSaturday Night Fever?Ē
Thatís what Iím fuckin' asking
you.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Jesus Christ-- I donít know. That
doesnít fucking matter. Why the
fuck does that matter?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
It matters-- my friend, cause
there's a big fuckin' difference
between Danny Zuko from ďGrease,Ē
and Tony Manero from ďSaturday
Night Fever.Ē That is why it
fuckin' matters.
                                                            
                       SILAS
No-- that doesn't fucking matter.
Did I say he walked like Danny
Zuko? Did I say he walked like
Tony Manero?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No.
                                                            
                       SILAS
No I didnít did I?
                                                            

6.

                       CLEMENT
No you didnít.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Then what the fuck did I say? Tell
me what I said-- you tell me what
the fuck I said.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You said he walked like John
Travolta.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Bingo! Johnny tell 'em what heís
won! I said he walked like fuckin'
John Travolta. I donít give a fuck
what Tony Manero walks like, or
what Danny Zuko walks like, or
what the fuck Vinny Barbarino
walks like. Do you know why?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Why?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Because the son-of-a-bitch walks
like John-fucking-Travolta-- not a
fucking John Travolta character.
Now do you want to hear the rest
of this fuckin' story or not?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yeah I wanna the rest of it.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Then stop fuckin' interrupting me
with your dumb shit.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
All right man-- chill. Jeez. Just
be cool.
                                                            
                       SILAS
May I continue the damn story now?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Go right on ahead-- Iím just gonna
listen.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Okay. So this cool son-of-a-bitch
walks into the bar-- like JOHN
TRAVOLTA. He comes in, and with
            (MORE)

7.

                       SILAS (cont'd)
his cool walk he goes right up to
the bar, and sits down on this old
piece of shit stool. He sits right
next to this big, fat fuckin'
son-of-a-bitch.
                                                            
Silas takes a pause, and prepares himself as if the story is
about to get really good.
                                                            
                       SILAS (cont'd.)
So by this time, every one of
those low life bastards in the
whole bar has noticed this. They
are all watching him like fuckin'
hawks. There is a very unsettling
vibe about this whole scene now.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I can imagine.
                                                            
                       SILAS
You bet your ass you can.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I do.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So, this guy is sittin' at the
bar. Now, the bartender-- the
proprietor of this little shit
hole-- walks over to him. This
bartender is just as slimy as the
rest of the ass bags in this
place-- real shit wad. He would
have to be.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Why do you say that?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Whatís wrong with that?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well, now you are implying that
only shitty scumbags work in
filthy shit holes like this place.
That just ainít fuckin' true. Good
clean people can work in shit
holes too-- a job is a fuckin'
job.
                                                            

8.

                       SILAS
Holy shit-- are you gonna start
this shit again? What did I say
about interrupting? What the fuck
did I say?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Iím sorry, Iím sorry. Youíre
right-- my apologies.
                                                            
At this moment, a WAITRESS carrying a pot of coffee walks up
to their table.
                                                            
                       WAITRESS
Can I give any of you a refill?
                                                            
                       SILAS
I would love one. Thank you very
much.
                                                            
She refills his cup.
                                                            
                       WAITRESS
You?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No thank you-- Iím cool.
                                                            
                       WAITRESS
Alright then-- Iíll be back out
with your bill.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Thank you.
                                                            
She walks away.
                                                            
                       SILAS (cont'd)
Okay so anyway-- the bartender
walks over to our guy. Heís acting
real suspicious. Shit-- I would be
too. So he walks over to the guy
and asks him, ďWhat can I getcha?Ē
So the guy says in a real cool
fuckin' voice, ďI would like a
bottle of your finest draft.Ē
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
A nice cold one on a hot day.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So the bartender reaches down,
brings up a bottle of beer, and
            (MORE)

9.

                       SILAS (cont'd)
puts it on the bar. ďThatís five
dollars,Ē he says with a real
snide in his voice. ďWell hold
on,Ē our man says real
smooth-like. ďLet me try it first,
and if I like it, Iíll pay you the
five dollars and finish drinkin'
it.Ē ďAnd what if you donít like
it?Ē the bartender asks with a
mean fuckin' snarl. ďIf I donít
like it,Ē he replies-- still
totally cool, ďthen Iíll pay you
for it, but I wont finish it.Ē
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Goddamn-- this guy has a fuckin'
pair alright.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So, the bartender thinks for a
second, and then lets go of the
beer. Our man picks it up, puts it
to his parched lips, and drinks
it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Does he like the shit?
                                                            
                       SILAS
At this point, it doesnít really
matter if he like it or not. Its
so damn hot out-- and heís so
fuckin' thirsty-- that heíd drink
fucking cat piss. But anyway, by
this time, this group of about
five dudes-- real fucking ass
bags-- who were watchin' this guy
from the second he came into the
bar, have walked up behind him at
the bar.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Fuck. Some shit is about to go
down.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So the fuckers are standin' behind
him at the bar. The biggest of
these guys-- some huge ass piece
of shit asshole-- says to the guy,
ďWhat are you doin' in here boy?
You donít belong here. This is a
private bar.Ē Without even turnin'
            (MORE)

10.

                       SILAS (cont'd)
around, our man says, ďIím here
cause its very hot outside, and I
wanted a drink. I didnít see any
signs sayin' that this was a
private bar, so you must be
mistaken.Ē
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh shit.
                                                            
Silas is really into the story now. He is full of emotion,
and is ACTING OUT the things heís saying.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Now this bastard is pissed-- he's
fuckin' pissed. He says, ďOh no my
friend. Youíre the one whoís made
a mistake.Ē He grabs the guyís
shoulder, and starts to spin him
around in the stool. He is goin'
to fuckin' deck this guy-- and
most likely kill the fucker.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Goddamn-- this bitch is dead. You
ainít never supposed to fuck with
huge ass guys.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So, just as our man is being spun
around by the gargantuan-- he
grabs his beer bottle, and POW! He
smashes the fucker with it right
on his fuckin' skull. This bitch
is down-- clutchin' his blood
soaked head, screaming in pain.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Whoa fuck.
                                                            
                       SILAS
You remember the guy our man sat
next to at the bar?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
That fat fucker?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yes. Well, he immediately turns
and goes to take a shot at our
guy. But, the man-- like
lightning-- elbows the fat ass in
the face, breaking his nose, and
            (MORE)

11.

                       SILAS (cont'd)
sendin' him to the floor as a
bloody mess too.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Holy shit.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Then, he spins around in the
stool, and pulls two fuckin'
pistols out of nowhere-- and POW,
POW, POW, POW-- he sprays the rest
of the shits behind him with
bullets.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Hell yeah.
                                                            
The waitress returns, and places their bill on the table and
walks away off screen again. The men donít even notice her.
                                                            
                       SILAS
By this time, every piece of shit
in the place has seen what went
down. Now these guys are fuckin'
scum-- they ainít about to take
this shit. They all whip out there
fuckin' guns: big guns, small
guns-- guns galore. There is a
shit load of guns.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
A lot of damn guns.
                                                            
                       SILAS
In response, our dude says, ďDonít
you guys make me do this.Ē Someone
in the back of the bar then
replies, ďFuck you bitch.Ē
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh man.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Then, in a second-- POW, POW, POW,
POW. A fucking barrage of bullets.
Every fucker in the place opens
fire all at once-- its like
fuckin' World War Three.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh shit-- a fuckin' shootout.
                                                            

12.

                       SILAS
Everyone is shootin' at our guy,
except not one fuckin' bullet hits
him. Instead, he's painting the
walls with the rest of these
fuckers' blood. He's takin' 'em
all out.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Motherfucker. That is fucked up.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So then, all of the pieces of shit
are dead. Every last one of 'em
has been blown away.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
So that's it-- its over?
                                                            
                       SILAS
No way. All of a sudden he hears a
shotgun cock, and feels the barrel
pressed against the back of his
skull. Then a voice says, "You
fucked up my bar asshole. You're
fuckin' dead you son-of-a-bitch."
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Who the hell is it?
                                                            
                       SILAS
So our guy turns around slowly,
and who's holdin' the gun to his
head? None other than the
bartender.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh shit-- the fuckin' bartender.
Goddamn. So then what?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Then the bartender says, "You
fucked up big time man. Got any
last words before I blow your
fuckin' brains out?"
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Shit.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So then the guy replies-- still
totally fuckin' cool and calm,
"Actually I do. Before you kill me
            (MORE)

13.

                       SILAS (cont'd)
I'dlike one last smoke and a shot
of whiskey."
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Holy shit. The fucker's about to
be executed and he wants a smoke a
drink? Damn.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So the bartender says, "Why the
fuck should I give you a smoke and
a fuckin' drink? Give one good
reason?" And the man responds,
"Well you seem like a fair man.
And seein' as I'm goin' to die
anyway, I don't see why I couldn't
have one last smoke and a drink."
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh fuck I get it now. This
son-of-a-bitch is crazy.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So the bartender stares at him for
a few moments-- gun still to his
head. Then he says, "Alright. You
convinced me." Then with one hand,
he takes out a cigarette and a
book of matches and places them on
the bar. Then he takes out a shot
glass, and pours some whiskey into
it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Goddamn-- it fuckin' worked. I
don't believe this shit.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Then the man picks up the
cigarette and puts it behind his
ear. Then he picks up the shot
glass and downs the whiskey. Now
the bartender still has the gun on
him and is watchin' him real
fuckin' closely. Our guy picks up
the matches and lights one.
                                                            
Silas stops telling the story, and gets a HUGE SMILE across
his face.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What-- what is it? What the fuck
is it?
                                                            

14.

                       SILAS
The guy brings the lit match to
his face and stops. He just stares
down the bartender, lookin' him
right in the eye. Then in an
instant, he spits the whiskey out
of his mouth. It hits the match,
catches fire, and sprays all over
the fuckin' bartender.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh fuck. Oh shit. Motherfucker.
                                                            
                       SILAS
So the bartender goes up in
fuckin' flames. He's screaming
bloody murder. Our man swings his
arm and grabs the shotgun from
him. Then he proceeds to pump
shotgun rounds into the
bartender's fuckin' flaming body.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh-my-fucking-God. Amazing.
                                                            
                       SILAS
He pumps away until the gun is
dry. The bartender's body lays
behind the bar a bloody, fuckin'
smoldering mess-- he's so fuckin'
dead. The the guy leans the gun up
against the bar. He takes out two
five dollar bills-- one for the
beer, and one for the whiskey and
cigarette-- and places them on the
bar. Then he truns around, and
just as smoothly and cool as he
came in, leaves the "El Diablo"
and walks back out into the hot
afternoon.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Is that it?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yep-- that's it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Holy shit. That was amazing--
fuckin' amazing. Is that shit
true?
                                                            

15.

                       SILAS
Well I don't know if its true. Its
just some fuckin' story I heard.
Its an urban legend.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well its a good fuckin' story--
best damn urbad legend I've ever
heard. Ten times better than that
bathtub full of ice shit.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Thank you, thank you. Thank you
very much.
                                                            
Clement then catches a glance at his watch.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh shit-- we gotta get fuckin'
going.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Oh-- oh shit. Let's go. I'll pay
the bill and you go bring the car
around. Cool?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yeah. Cool.
                                                            
Silas takes one last sip of coffee, picks up the bill, and
walks away. Clement puts out his cigarette and gets up from
the table.

On a CLOSE UP of his torso we can see that he has a GUN
tucked in his pants.

We STEDICAM behind Clement as he weaves his way through
booths and tables. He walks past Silas paying the bill at
the counter, and exits the diner.

The CAMERA HOLDS, and we see him walk outside and out of
sight.

We HOLD for a few moments and then...


FADE TO BLACK.
                                                            
 
INT. POLICE STATION - HALLWAY - DAY
                                                            
The CAMERA is at the end of a long hallway in a police

16.

station. The hallway is empty.

Then, two men round the corner at the far end and walk down
the hallway towards the CAMERA.

The first man is DETECTIVE FRANK COHEN. He is carrying a
manilla folder. Following closely behind him is DETECTIVE
JACK FARLEY.

They walk past the CAMERA.

The CAMERA then PANS AROUND and we see them standing in
front of a door.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Ya think the fucker's gonna talk?
                                                            
                       COHEN
If he knows what's good for him he
will.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
What if he clams up and doesn't
give us shit?
                                                            
                       COHEN
If he decides to go all tough on
us, then we'll have to fuckin'
break the little prick in two--
we'll make him talk.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
So what are we gonna use-- the
"Good Cop- Bad Cop" act?
                                                            
                       COHEN
Nah-- too fuckin' predictable.
That shit never works anymore.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
So then what? How are we gonna
make him talk?
                                                            
                       COHEN
Let's just go in there and show
that son-of-a-bitch whose boss.
We'll force him into talkin'-- no
matter what it takes.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
So what? Are we gonna do it by the
book?
                                                            

17.

                       COHEN
Never read the fuckin' book. I
hate reading.
                                                            
Cohen OPENS the door and goes inside. Farley follows him
inside, and SHUTS the door behind him.
                                                            
 
INT. POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
                                                            
The room is bare. The only things in the room are a TABLE
with THREE CHAIRS.

Sitting in one chair on the far side of the table alone is a
young man. His name is TROY PARKER. He sits TOTALLY STILL.

Cohen and Farley walk nito the room, and Troy watches them
closely with his eyes.

Farley sits at the table across from Troy. Cohen walks
around the room, and then stands next to the table.
                                                            
                       COHEN
So uh, Troy. That's your name
right-- Troy Parker?
                                                            
Troy doesn't repond. He sits in silence.
                                                            
                       COHEN (cont'd)
Well Troy, I'm Detective Cohen,
and this is Detective Farley.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Hi.
                                                            
Troy STARES at Farley for a moment, and then puts his eyes
back on Cohen. He is watching him like a hawk.
                                                            
                       COHEN
So Troy-- how do you feel about
this? I mean life? Life is pretty
fucked up ain't it?
                                                            
Troy stares right into Cohen's eyes. He doesn't say a word.
                                                            
                       COHEN (cont'd)
I mean life works in pretty
strange ways doesn't it? It
fascinating how two people's lives
can suddenly become connected. You
know what I'm sayin'?
                                                            
Still no response from Troy. He's a rock.
                                                            

18.

                       COHEN (cont'd)
This is a perfect example right
here. Yesterday we didn't even
have a fuckin' clue that each
other existed. And now, today,
here we are. Our paths have
crossed-- our lives are now
forever connected. That shit is
pretty amazing isn't it? Pretty
fuckin' strange.
                                                            
Troy is silent for a moment.
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah-- its a fuckin' miracle.
                                                            
Cohen and Farley show slight surprise that Troy spoke. They
quickly hide it.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Oh shit-- it speaks. Well come on,
say somethin' else.
                                                            
Troy sits silent again.
                                                            
                       COHEN (cont'd)
What? Cat got your tongue? Come
on, talk some more.
                                                            
Troy just sits silent.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Look Troy-- you're in a very bad
position right now. Not talkin' is
only goin' to make it worse. So
why don't you do yourself a favor,
and tell us everything. What do
you say? Help us to help you.
                                                            
                       TROY
Fuck you.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Excuse me? What was that?
                                                            
                       TROY
I said fuck you. Fuck you!
                                                            
Cohen and Farley look at each other for a moment.

Then in the blink of an eye, Cohen LEAPS across the table
and GRABS Troy by his shirt collar.
                                                            

19.

                       TROY
Hey. Fuck.
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (exploding)
Shut up! Shut the fuck up! You
listen to me you little bastard.
You will talk you motherfucker.
I'll make you talk. People are
fuckin' dead you little shit, and
you will help us. So help me God--
you will talk or I'll fuckin' kill
you myself you Goddamn prick!
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Frank, Frank! Come on man!
                                                            
Cohen STARES into Troy's eyes for a moment, and then he
THROWS him down into the chair.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Motherfucker!
                                                            
Cohen turns around, and STORMS out of the room.

Farley looks at Troy, and then heads for the door.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
We'll be right back. Don't go
anywhere.
                                                            
Farley EXITS the room and SHUTS the door.

Troy sits alone in the chair, BREATHING HARD.
                                                            
 
INT. POLICE STATION - HALLWAY - DAY
                                                            
Cohen is walking down the hallway. He is FURIOUS.

Farley comes RUNNING after him.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (yelling after
       Cohen)
Hey Frank-- wait!
                                                            
Cohen STOPS walking and SPINS AROUND.

Farley catches up to him.
                                                            

20.

                       COHEN
      (still angry)
What?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Jesus man. What the hell was that
in there?
                                                            
                       COHEN
What do you mean?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
That freak out you just had.
Christ-- I thought you were gonna
fuckin' kill him.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Listen Jack. This is our fuckin'
case-- we need him to talk. I'm
not gonna let that son-of-a-bitch
get the best of me.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Shit man-- he just did. This is
what he wants. He wants to fuck
with us. We can't let it work.
                                                            
                       COHEN
We have to get him to fuckin' tell
us what he knows. We need him.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
I know, I know. So let's just calm
down. Just cool off man. Be cool.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Okay, okay.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
You cool?
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (calmer)
Yeah-- I'm cool.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
You calm?
                                                            
                       COHEN
I'm calm.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Are you sure?
                                                            

21.

                       COHEN
Yeah I'm sure.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Are you one cool, badass
motherfucker?
                                                            
                       COHEN
What?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
I said are you one cool, badass
motherfucker?
                                                            
                       COHEN
I guess so.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Don't guess. You either are or you
aren't. So are you?
                                                            
                       COHEN
I am.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Then say it.
                                                            
                       COHEN
What?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Say it.
                                                            
                       COHEN
I'm one cool, badass motherfucker.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (louder)
You are one cool, badass
motherfucker!
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (even louder)
I am one cool, badass
motherfucker!
                                                            
                       FARLEY
How do you feel? You feel better?
                                                            
                       COHEN
Yeah-- yeah I do. I feel much
better.
                                                            

22.

                       FARLEY
Good. Now let's go in there and do
this. Let's go in as a team.
Together we can crack this
asshole-- together we can make him
talk.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Let's go fuckin' do it.
                                                            
Cohen and Farley BUMP FISTS.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Let's break this prick in two.
                                                            
They walk back over to the door to the interrogation room.

Farley OPENS the door, and Cohen walks in. Farley follows,
SLAMMING the door behind him.
                                                            
 
INT. POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Troy is still sitting in the chair. When he sees the
detectives enter, he gets a slight SMIRK on his face.

Cohen and Farley each sit at the table across from Troy.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Told you we'd be back.
                                                            
Troy positions himself to face the detectives.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Well Troy, we've come to the
conclusion that you're not gonna
talk to us. So we've decided--
                                                            
                       FARLEY
--we've decided that we're just
gonna talk. We'll talk, and you
can just listen.
                                                            
                       COHEN
How does that sound?
                                                            
As usual, Troy doesn't respond. He just STARES at them.
                                                            
                       COHEN (cont'd)
Okay then-- peachy.
                                                            
Farley puts the manilla folder on the table and OPENS IT.

23.


He takes out a PICTURE and hands it to Cohen.

Cohen HOLDS IT UP for Troy to see.
                                                            
                       COHEN
This is Chester Jamison. Chester
here is a self-proclaimed drug
lord. he's been real thorn in the
side of this department for a long
fuckin' time.
                                                            
Troy looks at the picture. He says nothing.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
But you knew that already. We know
that.
                                                            
                       COHEN
It is also known that Mr. Jamison
is very wealthy, and very
powerful. A man not to be fucked
with.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Something that we also know you
already know.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Are we going to fast? Would you
like us to slow down?
                                                            
Troy just sits TOTALLY SILENT.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Okay then.
                                                            
Farley hands Cohen another PICTURE.

Cohen HOLDS IT UP.
                                                            
                       COHEN
This is Max Keller. You know this
though, because he is a friend of
yours-- a good friend in fact.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
He is a friend of yours isn't he
Troy?
                                                            
Troy is silent. However, he now seems interested.
                                                            

24.

                       COHEN
Well Max here, he was found dead
this morning in a motel room-- he
was shot to death. Upon checking
his phone records from the motel,
we found that he had made a phone
call. Guess who he called?
                                                            
Troy still says nothing, but a slight look of saddness
crosses his face.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
He called you Troy.
                                                            
                       COHEN
That's right-- he called you. And
this is why you're now here.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
But that isn't the whole story.
That isn't everything.
                                                            
                       COHEN
It isn't by far. You see, you
might be asking what your dead
friend and Chester Jamison have to
do with each other.
                                                            
Troy sits silent.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Well allow us to tell you.
                                                            
Farley hands another PICTURE to Cohen.

Cohen again HOLDS IT UP.
                                                            
                       COHEN
These two men are Clement Brown
and Silas Greenwood. They were
also found dead today. They
happened to be in a little
convenience store while an
attempted robbery was goin' on.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
The two of them, the would-be
robber, and the store clerk were
all found dead. They killed each
other in some sort of stand off.
                                                            

25.

                       COHEN
But what is the connection? Mr.
Brown and Mr. Greenwood were
associates of Chester Jamison.
When they were found at the store,
they had a buffel bag containing
two bricks of cocaine-- Mr.
Jamison's cocaine.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
But that's not all. The plot
thickens.
                                                            
                       COHEN
You see, we have been able to link
these two to the motel room where
Max was killed. They were there
when he was killed. In fact, they
killed him.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Max was connected to Chester
Jamison. He must have done
something that caused Mr. Jamison
to want him offed. And we believe
it had something to do with those
two bricks of coke.
                                                            
Troy STARES at the detectives.

They STARE back at him.
                                                            
                       TROY
Well bravo. I've gotta say, that
was one very good fuckin' story--
very imaginative. I was riveted.
But now I would like to ask you
two a fuckin' question.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Go ahead-- shoot.
                                                            
                       TROY
Why the fuck am I here? What the
fuck does your piece of shit story
have to do with me? Can you
fuckin' tell me that?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Well Troy, we believe that when
Max called you from the motel, he
told you everything. He asked you
for help.
                                                            

26.

                       TROY
And? What the fuck does that
prove?
                                                            
                       COHEN
You are the missing link Troy--
you hold all the answers. We need
to know what Max told you. We need
to know what you know, so we can
bring down Chester Jamison.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
So what's it gonna be man? You
gonna tell us what we need to
know? Will you help us?
                                                            
Troy is silent for a few moments.

Then he takes a DEEP BREATH and LEANS TOWARD the detectives.
                                                            
                       TROY
Go fuck yourselves.
                                                            
Cohen and Farley look at each other.

Cohen gets up and walks over to Troy and stands next to him.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Fine-- have it your way.
                                                            
Then, Cohen SPINS troy around, WHIPS out his gun, and puts
it right to Troy's crotch.

Both detectives LOSE IT. They go NUTS.
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (exploding)
Alright motherfucker! We asked
nicely-- we tried to be cool, but
you just won't fuckin' help us! So
now no more nice guys. We're gonna
make you fuckin' talk you
cocksucker!
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (yelling)
Come on Troy-- fucking talk man!
Tell us what Max said! Tell us
what you know!
                                                            
                       TROY
      (frightened)
What the fuck?
                                                            

27.

                       COHEN
      (exploding)
You're gonna talk you
motherfucker! If you don't I swear
to Christ I'm gonna blow your dick
right the fuck off!
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (yelling)
Come on Troy! Tell us-- fucking
tell us!
                                                            
                       TROY
      (frightened)
Oh God, oh fuck.
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (exploding)
I'm gonna blow your sack right out
from between your legs! Then your
fuckin' dick! Then I'll blow out
both of your kneecaps! Your gonna
fuckin' wish you were dead!
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (yelling)
Tell us Troy! Fucking tell us!
Don't make him do this!
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (exploding)
You're dead fucker-- you piece of
shit! Here it fucking comes-- here
we go!
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (yelling)
Come on! Fucking come on! Tell us!
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (exploding)
Bye-bye fucker!
                                                            
Cohen is just about to PULL THE TRIGGER.
                                                            
                       TROY
      (yelling in fear)
Okay! Alright! I'll talk-- I'll
fucking talk! I'll tell you
everything!
      (crying)
Please don't kill me. Please. I'll
talk!
                                                            

28.

Cohen takes the gun off of Troy's crotch.
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (calm)
Okay then. Let's hear it.
                                                            
 
INT. DUNBAR'S OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
CLOSE UP- Name plate on desk reads CAPTAIN DANIEL W. DUNBAR.

Sitting behind his desk is CAPTAIN DAN DUNBAR.

Across from him at his desk sit Cohen and Farley.

No one is speaking. Dunbar is leaning back in his chair, and
is in DEEP THOUGHT.

Cohen and Farley stare at him waiting for him to speak.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
This is quite interesting. Its
some story.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Yes it is Capt'n. It really is.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
And this is all true? He wasn't
bullshittin' you was he?
                                                            
                       COHEN
Uh, no sir. Its legit. This is
what went down.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
I see...
                                                            
Dunbar goes back to his thoughts.

Cohen and Farley just sit for a few moments.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
And the best part sir, is that we
have enough now to bring Jamison
down. We can finally nail his ass.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
Really? And what exactly do you
two have in mind?
                                                            
The two detectives stare at each other and SMILE.
                                                            

29.

                       COHEN
Well sir, Troy Parker, the one we
have in custody... well he's
agreed to help us.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
Well I'll be damned. And why
exactly has he agreed to help us
get Jamison?
                                                            
                       COHEN
Well sir, we uh-- we just told him
that with all of this shit that
went down it would be in his best
interest to help us.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
Uh huh. That's it? That's all it
took?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Well Capt'n, we also told him that
if he didn't help us to bring down
Jamison, he would be charged as an
accessory to murder.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Basically we scared the shit out
of him to get him to help. We said
that if he helped us, he could
pretty much keep his ass out of
trouble.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
I see...
                                                            
Cohen and Farley both SMILE again.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
What-- what the fuck is so Goddamn
funny?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (starting to laugh)
Well sir its just that--
                                                            
                       COHEN
--its just that we might have been
a little to threatening. We also
may have used a little too much
persuasion on our part.
                                                            

30.

                       DUNBAR
What the fuck does that mean?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
We might have had a gun on him at
the time is what we're sayin'
Capt'n.
                                                            
Dunbar STARES at the detectives, who are clearly amused by
the situation.

They are HOLDING BACK LAUGHTER.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
So you're tellin' me that you put
a gun to a man's head, threatened
him, and forced him to assist us?
Is that what you're sayin'?
                                                            
                       COHEN
Well actually we put a gun to his
genitals, but other than that--
yes.
                                                            
Dunbar STARES at them for a few moments.

Then, he cracks a HUGE SMILE.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
      (laughing)
You motherfuckers are sick. You're
both fuckin' crazy.
                                                            
The three of them BREAK OUT LAUGHING.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Thank you Capt'n, thank you very
much.
                                                            
They LAUGH for a few moments, and then they collect
themselves.

Its time to get back to business.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
So how are we gonna do this? You
guys have a plan?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Well Troy has agreed to wear a
wire.
                                                            

31.

                       DUNBAR
He has?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Yes.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
So what exactly you have in mind?
                                                            
                       COHEN
Well Capt'n, we plan on sendin'
him to Jamison to do a deal. All
we have to do is get him to say on
tape that he had somethin' to do
with the murder, and we've got his
fuckin' ass.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
We can take out this
son-of-a-bitch for good. How does
that sound sir?
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
Well it sounds pretty risky.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
We know its risky sir, but given
our current circumstances, its the
best move we have.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Besides, if we wait any longer on
this, we'll miss the opprotunity.
We have to fuckin' move now while
we have a shot.
                                                            
Dunbar sits and thinks for a moment.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
Alright then-- let's do this shit.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Fuck yeah.
                                                            
Cohen and Farley BUMP FISTS.

Then they each SHAKE HANDS with Dunbar.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Thank you Capt'n. You won't regret
this. We're gonna nail this
fucker.
                                                            

32.

                       DUNBAR
I hope-- I really fuckin' hope.
                                                            
Cohen and Farley turn and head for the door. They are just
about to leave.
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
      (calling after
       them)
Jack! Frank! Hang on a sec!
                                                            
They stop and turn to Dunbar.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Yeah sir?
                                                            
                       DUNBAR
Let's try not to get anybody
killed on this thing. It'll make
me look bad.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Sure thing Capt'n.
                                                            
Cohen and Farley leave the office, SLAMMING the door behind
them.
                                                            
 
INT. PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN - DAY
                                                            
An undercover police van is PARKED outside of Chester
Jamison's home. It is far enough away as to not be noticed.

Inside the van are Cohen, Farley, Troy, OFFICER JOHN MALONE,
OFFICER HANK JENKINS, and OFFICER PAUL GIBBONS.

Cohen is sitting alone in the driver's seat, while the rest
of them are in the back of the van, setting up Troy's wire.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (to Troy)
You okay?
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah. Never better.
                                                            
                       JENKINS
I fuckin' doubt that.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (to Jenkins)
Christ-- come on. Cut that shit
out.
                                                            

33.

                       JENKINS
My bad. Sorry.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
      (to Troy)
Its okay Troy. Don't worry.
Everthin' will be alright.
                                                            
                       TROY
I hope so.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
It will.
                                                            
                       MALONE
Okay we're all set.
                                                            
                       TROY
Its on? Its ready?
                                                            
                       MALONE
Yep. Just need you to say
somethin' to test this bitch out.
Gotta get all the levels set.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Say somethin' into the mike Troy.
                                                            
Troy sits for a moment, thinking of something to say.
                                                            
                       TROY
      (singing)
OH MY DARLIN', OH MY DARLIN'...
OH MY DARLIN' CLEMENTINE!
YOU WERE LOST AN' GONE FOREVER...
DREADFUL SORRY CLEMENTINE!
                                                            
They all LAUGH.

It helps to momentarily break the tense moment.
                                                            
                       GIBBONS
      (to Troy)
You're real fuckin' funny man.
                                                            
                       TROY
Thanks.
                                                            
                       MALONE
Okay then. This big bastard is
ready to go. We're all set to do
this shit.
                                                            

34.

                       FARLEY
      (to Troy)
Okay Troy-- you ready?
                                                            
                       TROY
I guess so.
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (yelling to Troy)
Hey Troy!
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah?
                                                            
                       COHEN
Come up here. I wanna talk to you
for a second.
                                                            
Troy looks at the officers, and then goes to the front of
the van.

He sits in the passenger seat next to Cohen.
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah?
                                                            
                       COHEN
You ever heard of the siege of
Hatra?
                                                            
                       TROY
What?
                                                            
                       COHEN
The siege of Hatra-- have you ever
heard of it?
                                                            
                       TROY
No. I don't think so.
                                                            
                       COHEN
It was during the third-century.
Hatra was where Iraq is today. You
see, the Roman army invaded Hatra.
The Roman empire wanted to take it
over, much like they had most of
the known world.
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah?
                                                            

35.

                       COHEN
Well, the inhabitants of Hatra--
in order to defend themselves, put
scorpions into clay pots. Then,
when the Roman army was invading,
they dropped these pots with
scorpions onto the soldiers'
heads. By doing this, they were
able to keep them out, cause no
one wants to fuck with scorpions.
You see what I'm saying?
                                                            
                       TROY
Not really.
                                                            
                       COHEN
These people were able to use clay
pots with scoprions to defend
themselves against the Roman army.
The fuckin' Roman army. They were
the biggest, baddest, meanest
motherfuckers around. They were
unstoppable. And then these
people-- who were obviously no
match at all, defeated them with
such simple technology. They
stopped the fuckin' Roman army.
                                                            
                       TROY
I don't think I get what you're
tryin' to say.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Its just like the story of David
and Goliath. You know that one
right?
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah.
                                                            
                       COHEN
David was able to defeat Goliath,
a fuckin' giant, with nothin' more
than a slingshot and a rock. You
see Troy-- the little guy can win.
The odds mean shit. You see,
you're David, and Chester Jamison
is Goliath. You're Hatra, and he's
the Roman army. You see now?
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah. I get it.
                                                            

36.

                       COHEN
Don't worry what it looks like--
you can do this. We're right here
backin' you up. Don't worry.
You'll be fine. Everything will be
okay. You can fuckin' do this.
Chester Jamison is goin' down.
                                                            
                       TROY
Okay. I can do it.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Alright.
                                                            
Cohen and Troy BUMP FISTS.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Okay Troy. Its time to do this.
                                                            
                       TROY
Okay. I'm ready.
                                                            
Troy climbs into the back of the van.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Remember, we need Mr. Jamison to
admit on tape that he was involved
with Max and the murders. We need
that to bring him down.
                                                            
                       TROY
Got it.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Okay. Just be calm, be cool, and
don't worry-- you can do this. As
soon as we get what we need, we'll
move in.
                                                            
                       TROY
Okay.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Alright. Let's do this.
                                                            
Farley SLIDES OPEN the van door.

Troy starts to get out of the van.
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (calling after
       Troy)
Hey. Good luck man.
                                                            

37.

                       TROY
Thanks.
                                                            
Troy gets out of the van.

He looks back at the men inside, and then starts WALKING
TOWARD the house.

Farley SLAMS the van door CLOSED.
                                                            
 
EXT. CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
We STEDICAM along with Troy as he walks across the street
toward the house.

When he reaches the front door, he stops and collects
himself.
                                                            
                       TROY
      (to himself)
You can do this, you can do this.
                                                            
He takes a DEEP BREATH and is ready.
                                                            
                       TROY
      (to himself)
Its showtime!
                                                            
Troy RINGS THE DOORBELL.

He stands and waits for a response.

After a few moments, we hear a VOICE from behind the door.
                                                            
                       VOICE
Who the fuck is it?
                                                            
                       TROY
My name is uh, Troy. I'm here to
see Mr. Jamison.
                                                            
                       VOICE
What for?
                                                            
                       TROY
I uh, spoke to him on the phone
earlier. I'm interested in uh,
making a purchase.
                                                            
After a few moments, the door SWINGS OPEN.
                                                            

38.

                       VOICE
Come in. Mr. Jamison is expecting
you.
                                                            
Troy goes inside, and the door SLAMS CLOSED behind him.
                                                            
 
INT. PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN - DAY
                                                            
The detectives and officers inside the van are gathered
around the equipment.

They are monitoring the event, and waiting for their moment
to strike.
                                                            
                       MALONE
Alright motherfucker, we are in!
                                                            
                       COHEN
Come on Troy. You can do this.
                                                            
 
INT. CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
THE FOLLOWING SCENE IS INTERCUT BETWEEN CHESTER JAMISON'S
HOUSE AND THE PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN.
                                                            
Troy ENTERS the house.

Standing by the door is BIG SETH.

Sitting on a couch nearby is the man himself, CHESTER
JAMISON.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Troy, come on in. I've been
waiting for you.
                                                            
Troy starts walking toward the couch.
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah. Sorry I'm late its just--
                                                            
Big Seth STOPS Troy.
                                                            
                       BIG SETH
Hold it.
                                                            
Big Seth begins to PAT DOWN Troy.

Troy gets NERVOUS.
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            

39.

                       COHEN
Fuck.
                                                            
                       MALONE
Calm down. He won't find it.
                                                            
                       COHEN
You sure?
                                                            
                       MALONE
Positive.
                                                            
                       COHEN
But what if you're wrong?
                                                            
                       MALONE
I'm not.
                                                            
                       COHEN
But what if you are?
                                                            
                       MALONE
I'm not fuckin' wrong.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Both of you-- shut the fuck up.
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (to Big Seth)
Oh come on Seth-- cut that shit
out.
                                                            
Seth finishes the search.
                                                            
                       BIG SETH
He's clean.
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       MALONE
Told ya.
                                                            
Cohen lets out a big SIGH OF RELIEF.
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Of course he's fuckin' clean ya
jackass. What'd you expect?
                                                            
Seth steps aside and Troy walks over to Chester.
                                                            

40.

                       CHESTER (cont'd.)
I'm sorry Troy. Don't mind him.
                                                            
                       TROY
No its okay-- really.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Please, please-- sit. Have a seat.
Relax.
                                                            
Troy sits on a chair next to the couch.
                                                            
                       TROY
Thanks.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
You want somethin'? You want a
drink?
                                                            
                       TROY
No-- no thanks. I'm alright.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
You hungry? Want somethin' to eat?
                                                            
                       TROY
No I'm fine. Really-- I don't want
anything.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
You sure?
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah I'm sure.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Okay. But if you change your mind
just ask.
                                                            
                       TROY
I will.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Okay then. Alright.
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       GIBBONS
Jesus Christ.
                                                            
                       JENKINS
Fuckin' ass clown.
                                                            

41.

                       FARLEY
Come on Troy-- you can do it.
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
                       CHESTER
So then-- I guess you just wanna
get right down to business?
                                                            
                       TROY
Business is good.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (chuckling)
Yes-- yes it is. God I fuckin'
love this kid.
                                                            
                       TROY
You and my parents both.
                                                            
Troy and Chester LAUGH.
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       MALONE
Kid's pretty fuckin' funny.
                                                            
                       JENKINS
Real cool too.
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Okay then.
      (to Big Seth)
Seth, bring it over.
                                                            
Seth walks past them and DISAPPEARS into another room.
                                                            
                       TROY
      (looking around
       the room)
This is a nice place you got here.
Real nice.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Thanks. I uh, decorated it
myself.
                                                            
                       TROY
You did a real fuckin' nice job.
                                                            

42.

                       CHESTER
Well I tried hirin' someone to do
it-- you know a professional. But
those motherfuckers have no idea
what you want. They have no
Goddamn clue. And its fuckin'
impossible to explain it to 'em,
so you're just better off doin'
the job yourself.
                                                            
                       TROY
Well it looks real nice.
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       GIBBONS
What is this? Fuckin' HGTV or some
shit?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
He's gettin' him into
conversation. Tryin' to make him
say somethin'.
                                                            
                       MALONE
Smart fuckin' kid.
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
Seth walks back into the room and goes over to Chester.

He hands him a BROWN PAPER BAG.
                                                            
                       BIG SETH
Here ya go sir.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Thank you, thank you.
                                                            
He looks inside the bag.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Wonderful.
      (handing the bag
       to Troy)
And here you go.
                                                            
                       TROY
      (taking the bag)
Thank you.
                                                            
Troy opens the bag, looks inside, and SMILES.
                                                            

43.

PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       MALONE
Jackpot!
                                                            
                       COHEN
Fuckin' A.
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Are we happy?
                                                            
Troy removes a BRICK OF COKE from the bag.

He holds it in his hand and looks at it.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Well?
                                                            
                       TROY
Oh yeah. We happy.
                                                            
Troy puts the coke back into the bag, and places the bag on
coffee table.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Well then, I believe its your turn
now.
                                                            
                       TROY
Of course.
                                                            
Troy reaches into his pocket and takes out a STACK OF BILLS.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Is that the price we talked about?
                                                            
                       TROY
      (handing the money
       to Chester)
Yes it is.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Fantastic!
                                                            
Chester hands the money to Seth.
                                                            
                       TROY
Ya know-- I could go for a drink
now.
                                                            

44.

                       CHESTER
Great. What would ya like?
                                                            
                       TROY
You got OJ?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Uh-huh.
                                                            
                       TROY
A Screwdriver would be great-- if
it isn't too much trouble.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Not at all.
      (to Big Seth)
Two Screwdrivers Seth.
                                                            
Seth nods and EXITS the room.
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       GIBBONS
What the fuck is this, happy hour?
                                                            
                       FARLEY
This is it. He's gonna get him to
say somethin'.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Come on kid, come on.
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
                       TROY
Alone again.
                                                            
The two of them chuckle.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Ya know, this deal is a real
lifesaver. I needed this.
                                                            
                       TROY
Really? Whaddaya mean?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Well yesterday-- yesterday was
fucked up. I'll say that.
                                                            
                       TROY
Fucked up how?
                                                            

45.

PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Come on, come on...
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
                       CHESTER
You seem like a good kid Troy. You
a good kid?
                                                            
                       TROY
I guess so. Why?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
I mean I can trust you right?
                                                            
                       TROY
What are you tryin' to say?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Just hear me out. I can trust that
what goes on in here, stays in
hear right? You're not gonna go
talkin' to people about any of
this shit are you? I mean I can
trust that we have confidentiality
here right?
                                                            
                       TROY
Oh yeah, yeah. Of course. I'm not
gonna tell anyone anythin'. I
promise.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Good, good. Cause if you did-- I'd
hafta fuckin' kill you.
                                                            
                       TROY
Huh?
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       GIBBONS
Oh fuck, oh fuck.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Not yet-- don't move yet.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Come on...
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            

46.

                       CHESTER
That's what I'm sayin'. Yesterday
this little prick-- this dumb fuck
ripped me off.
                                                            
                       TROY
Really?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Sure fuckin' did. I mean I sold to
this little shit, and then he
comes in here and fuckin' steals
from me.
                                                            
                       TROY
What-- what did he steal?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
The fucker swiped two bricks of my
finest coke. He fuckin' comes in
here, and robs me at fuckin'
gunpoint.
                                                            
                       TROY
He did that all by himself? Shit.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
No, no. He had some other dumb
fuck with him. But he didn't make
it out-- well not alive anyway.
                                                            
                       TROY
No-- no shit.
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       MALONE
Another fuckin' murder.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Come on Troy-- you got him.
                                                            
CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE
                                                            
                       CHESTER
And that's not the worst part. You
wanna hear the worst part?
                                                            
                       TROY
Yeah.
                                                            

47.

                       CHESTER
I sent two of my guys to find this
kid-- you know, take care of him.
They were supposed to do that and
bring me back my shit. And they
even fuckin' found the cocksucker.
But you know what?
                                                            
                       TROY
What?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (angry)
They didn't fuckin' come back.
They found the prick, killed him,
and then fuckin' ran off with my
shit! Those little fucks!
                                                            
PARKED UNDERCOVER VAN
                                                            
                       FARLEY
That's it- we got it! Let's move!
Now! Move, move, move!
                                                            
They SLIDE OPEN the van door and EXIT.
                                                            
 
EXT. CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
The men BURST out of the van, guns ready.

We STEDICAM with them as the RUN TOWARD the house.
                                                            
 
INT. CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
                       TROY
They didn't run off with it--
they're dead.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
What?
                                                            
                       TROY
You killed my friend you
son-of-a-bitch!
                                                            
                       CHESTER
What the fuck?!
                                                            
                       TROY
You're fuckin' busted asshole.
                                                            

48.

The officers come BURSTING through the door.

Their guns are aimed and ready to fire.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Freeze! You're under arrest!
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Motherfucker!
                                                            
Just then Big Seth enter with the drinks.
                                                            
                       BIG SETH
Here ya g-- Fuck!
                                                            
                       MALONE
Don't fuckin' move!
                                                            
Big Seth DROPS the drinks to the floor.

He reaches for his gun.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Don't!
                                                            
Cohen FIRES, HITTING Big Seth in the chest.

As he is hit, Big Seth starts FIRING his gun.

The officers return FIRE.

Its RAINING BULLETS.

Gibbons gets HIT and goes DOWN.

Chester DIVES onto the floor.

Troy gets HIT and FALLS.
                                                            
                       COHEN
No!
                                                            
Jenkins is HIT and FALLS to the ground.

Finally, Big Seth is DOWN.
                                                            
                       FARLEY
Go call for backup! Now!
                                                            
Malone heads for the door.
                                                            
                       COHEN
Fuck! Troy's down!
                                                            

49.

                       FARLEY
Where's Jamison?!
                                                            
Suddenly Chester EMERGES with a HANDGUN.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Motherfuckers!
                                                            
He FIRES.

Farley is HIT in the head and FALLS to the ground.
                                                            
                       COHEN
No!
                                                            
Chester FIRES and HITS Cohen in the shoulder.

Cohen FIRES at Chester, and HITS him right between the eyes.
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (clutching his
       shoulder)
Fuck!
                                                            
                       MALONE
Oh shit!
                                                            
                       COHEN
Go get help! Go!
                                                            
Malone FLIES out of the house.

Cohen surveys the carnage.

Big Seth is DEAD.

Gibbons is DEAD.

Jenkins is DEAD.

Troy is DEAD.

Farley is DEAD.

Chester is DEAD.

He walks over to Farley's body and crouches down.
                                                            
                       COHEN
      (almost crying)
I'm sorry man. I'm fuckin' sorry.
                                                            

50.

Cohen then gets up and walks to the door.

He looks back one last time at the room.

Then he EXITS the house.
                                                            
 
EXT. CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
Cohen walks out of the house still CLUTCHING his shoulder.

Malone can be heard by the van CALLING for backup.

Cohen walks past the CAMERA.

The CAMERA then PANS AROUND and Cohen walks toward the van.

Then the CAMERA PANS UP to the sky.

We HOLD for a few moments then...


FADE TO BLACK.
                                                            
OVER BLACK SCREEN
                                                            
We hear a CAR drive up.

The door OPENS and someone gets in.

The door SLAMS SHUT.

The car DRIVES AWAY.
                                                            
 
INT. CAR - MOVING - DAY
                                                            
The car is DRIVING down the road. Inside the car are Silas
and Clement. Clement is behind the wheel and Silas is in the
passenger seat.

This is occuring right after the earlier scene in the diner.
They have just left and are one their way to an unkown
destination.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
-- no way man. We've been through
this shit way too many times.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah, but you're so fuckin' narrow
minded about it.
                                                            

51.

                       CLEMENT
Look-- Michael Keaton is the best
Batman, and there's nothin' else
to it.
                                                            
                       SILAS
True he was good, but was he
really the best?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yes-- yes he is. I just fuckin'
said it and I'll say it again:
Michael Keaton is the best fuckin'
Batman-- hands down.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Come on man. What about Val
Kilmer? "Batman Forever" was
fuckin' good.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No-- "Batman Forever" was shit.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Oh come on! Val Kilmer was one
badass Batman and you know it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Uh-uh. He did not work as Batman.
He was horrible.
                                                            
                       SILAS
How can you say that-- how can you
say that? Did you ever see that
movie... what the fuck was it
called?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What movie?
                                                            
                       SILAS
The one where he played John
Holmes. He was John Holmes.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
"Wonderland."
                                                            
                       SILAS
That's it! He was fuckin' good in
that. That movie was awesome.
                                                            

52.

                       CLEMENT
That has nothin' to do with him
playin' Batman though.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Whaddaya mean?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Sure he was good in that movie,
but that doesn't mean he'd make a
good Batman. He's just not the
right guy for it.
                                                            
                       SILAS
What about Clooney? He was good.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Nope. He didn't work either.
"Batman and Robin" was the worst
one.
                                                            
                       SILAS
What the fuck man? Clooney is so
fuckin' awesome.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yes he's awesome. In "From Dusk
Till Dawn" he was one badass
motherfucker-- he was the shit.
But that just doesn't work as
Batman. He's not the right kind of
actor.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Jesus Christ man.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Look man-- "Batman" was a fuckin'
awesome movie. It had Michael
Keaton. It had fuckin' jack
Nicholson as the Joker. That shit
is unbeatable.
                                                            
                       SILAS
What about "Batman Returns?"
Keaton was in that.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
It was good-- not as good as the
first, but still better than the
other two.
                                                            

53.

                       SILAS
Aw man...
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
There's just no beatin' Keaton. He
has everything that Batman needs--
he's the best. No one wil ever be
a better Batman than he was, and
that's all there is to it.
                                                            
                       SILAS
What ever man, whatever.
                                                            
They DRIVE ALONG without talking for a little bit.

Then Clement looks at the DASHBOARD.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Oh fuck...
                                                            
                       SILAS
What?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Fuck, fuck!
                                                            
                       SILAS
What?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Son-of-a-bitch!
                                                            
                       SILAS
Jesus Christ-- what the fuck is
it?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You were supposed to put gas in
the car weren't ya?
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (quietly)
Yeah, I guess.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Were youor were you not supposed
to put gas in the fuckin' car?
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (yelling)
Yes-- yes I was!
                                                            

54.

                       CLEMENT
Well did ya?
                                                            
                       SILAS
No, I forgot.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You forgot. You fuckin' forgot...
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah I did. So?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Motherfucker!
                                                            
                       SILAS
What's the big fuckin' deal?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What's the big fuckin' deal? The
big fuckin' deal is that we're out
of gas.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Get out.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
We are out of fuckin' gas.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Stop it already-- it ain't funny.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I know it ain't funny. This shit
ain't funny cause its fuckin'
true-- we are out of gas!
                                                            
                       SILAS
Oh shit. We're really out ouf gas.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yes we're really out of gas,
that's what I've been fuckin'
sayin'!
                                                            
                       SILAS
Oh shit! Fuck!
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
                                                            
The car PULLS OVER to the side of the road. The two men EXIT

55.

the car, SLAMMING the doors SHUT. They walk to the front of
the car.

Traffic is WHIZZING PAST them as they talk.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Goddammit man! Fuck!
                                                            
                       SILAS
Shit-- I'm sorry. Jeez.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What the fuck-- what the fuck do
we do now?
                                                            
                       SILAS
We'll hafta find another way
there.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Find another way?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah-- find another way.
                                                            
Clement STARES at Silas for a moment.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (yelling loudly)
Motherfucker!
                                                            
Clement KICKS the car tire.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (in pain)
Fuck!
                                                            
He CLUTCHES his foot and HOPS AROUND.
                                                            
                       SILAS
You should do that man-- it
fuckin' hurts.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (sarcasticly)
Thanks a lot.
      (Pause)
So how the fuck do you suggest we
get there?
                                                            
                       SILAS
I think I know how.
                                                            

56.

                       CLEMENT
How?
                                                            
                       SILAS
We'll take the bus.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
The bus?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah. You know-- the city bus.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
The city bus? Are you serious?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah. What's wrong with the bus?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
The fuckin' city bus...
                                                            
                       SILAS
You got a better idea?
                                                            
Clement STARES back at Silas.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Well?
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY STREET - BUS STOP - DAY
                                                            
Silas and Clement are standing next to a BUS STOP SIGN.

The CAMERA is behind them.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Can't believe we're takin' the
fuckin' bus.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Would you rather walk?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No I don't wanna fuckin' walk.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Okay then.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Are you sure the bus even goes by
the motel?
                                                            

57.

                       SILAS
It goes near it. I don't know how
close, but its near it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Are you sure? cause I don't wanna
get on the motherfuckin' bus and
end up on the other side of town
or some shit like that.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Don't fuckin' worry about it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well I hope you're right.
                                                            
                       SILAS
I am.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I hope so.
      (Pause)
I need a fuckin' smoke.
                                                            
Clement takes out a PACK OF CIGARETTES. He puts one in his
mouth. Then he holds the pack out to Silas, offering him
one.
                                                            
                       SILAS
No thanks man-- I don't smoke.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (putting the pack
       away)
You don't smoke?
                                                            
                       SILAS
No I don't.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Shit man. I didn't know that.
Since when?
                                                            
He LIGHTS his cigarette.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Since always. You're always
fuckin' puffin' on that shit.
Didn't you ever notice that I
never once smoked?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No. I guess I didn't.
                                                            

58.

                       SILAS
Besides, that shit'll fuckin' kill
ya fater than bacon fat. Causes
cancer and shit.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I ain't gotten cancer yet.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Well you will.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well then, if I get cancer then I
get cancer.
                                                            
They satnd there waiting for the bus. Clement puffs away on
his cigarette.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You know-- some people smoke their
whole lives and don't get cancer.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah, well they're just lucky I
guess.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well how do you know I won't be of
'em lucky people?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Cause if it wasn't for bad luck,
you'd have no luck at all.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Real fuckin' funny. Real cute.
                                                            
They stand around and wait for the bus for a little while.

Then, the bus ROARS in front of them and STOPS. The doors
HISS as they SWING OPEN.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Bout fuckin' time.
                                                            
They go to board the bus. Then, Silas stops Clement.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Christ man. You can't smoke on the
fuckin' bus-- damn. Put that shit
out.
                                                            

59.

Silas GETS ON the bus. Clement stays back and takes one last
PUFF of his cigarette, THROWS it on the ground, and PUTS IT
OUT with his shoe.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (to himself)
Motherfucker tellin' me... gettin'
fuckin' cancer... no smokin' on
the fuckin' bus.
                                                            
After his cigarette is out, he BOARDS the bus.

The doors SWING SHUT, and the bus ROARS OFF SCREEN, leaving
behind a CLOUD OF SMOG.
                                                            
 
INT. CITY BUS - MOVING - DAY
                                                            
The bus is semi-crowded with PEOPLE. Silas and Clement sit
across from each other. Next to Silas sits an OLD LADY.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Do you know what stop it is?
                                                            
                       SILAS
I think so.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well do ya?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Christ man-- calm the fuck down.
I'll recognize it when we get
there.
                                                            
The old lady gives Silas a DIRTY LOOK.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (to himself)
This is fuckin' ridiculous.
                                                            
They just sit on the bus taking in the atmosphere. Then,
Silas' coat slides over REVEALING a GUN.The old lady sees
this, and STARES at it.

Clement notices this, and nods at Silas. Silas doesn't
understand, so Clement nods again.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (whisper)
What?
                                                            

60.

                       CLEMENT
      (whisper)
Your coat.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (whisper)
What?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (whisper)
Your coat. Your fuckin'...
                                                            
Silas SHAKES HIS HEAD to show he doesn't understand.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (louder whisper)
Your coat. Fix your fuckin' coat
man.
                                                            
Silas then notices his gun is showing. He fixes his coat and
covers it up again.

He then looks at the old lady, who gives him another DIRTY
LOOK, and then looks away.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (whisper)
Shit.
                                                            
They LAUGH QUIETLY to each other.

Then Silas looks out the window.
                                                            
                       SILAS
I think this is it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
This is the stop?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah-- this is it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Then stop the bus. Pull the
fuckin' thingy.
                                                            
Silas reaches up and PULLS the BRAKE ROPE. The bus
SCHREECHES to a STOP. Silas and Clement get up and EXIT and
bus. The old lady looks at them in disgust as they leave.
                                                            
 

61.

EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
                                                            
Silas and Clement EXIT the bus as it ROARS away. They are
standing across the street from a MOTEL.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (pointing to the
       motel)
See man, I fuckin' told ya it went
by here.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You were right. I'm sorry for
doubting you.
                                                            
They start to WALK toward the motel. We STEADICAM along with
them.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You almost fuckin' blew it back
there.
                                                            
                       SILAS
How the hell am I supposed to know
my gun's fuckin' showin'?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well I fuckin' told ya it was.
                                                            
                       SILAS
No-- you nodded at me.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
And?
                                                            
They walk up to the FRONT DOOR of the motel.
                                                            
                       SILAS
How the fuck should I know what
that means?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
It means: "Your fuckin' gun is
pokin' out, so fuckin' fix it."
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (opening the door)
And I'm supposed to know all that?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yeah.
                                                            
They ENTER the motel.
                                                            
 

62.

INT. MOTEL - HALLWAY - DAY
                                                            
They walk through the WINDING hallways of the motel. They
are going AROUND CORNERS, UP STEPS, and WEAVING their way
around. We continue to STEADICAM along with them.
                                                            
                       SILAS
How the fuck should I know a nod
means all that?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You just should.
                                                            
                       SILAS
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
heard.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well what the fuck do you want me
to do? Stand up and say, "Hey!
Your fuckin' gun is stickin' out
man! Why don't you fix it before
somebody notices that you have a
fuckin' gun on a fuckin' city
bus!"
                                                            
                       SILAS
Well no-- Christ. But somethin' a
little more than a nod woulda
helped.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
So no one's ever nodded to you or
communicated with you in a
non-verbal way before?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Well I guess. I don't fuckin'
know.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Would ya have rather had me tap
out morse code with my foot? Would
that have been better?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Fuck you.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (laughing)
What? Come on.
                                                            

63.

They continue to walk until they come to a door. They then
stop in front of it.
                                                            
                       SILAS
This is it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You sure?
                                                            
Silas takes a small PIECE OF PAPER out of his pocket.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (looking at the
       paper)
Yep-- this is it. This is his
room.
                                                            
They both take out their GUNS.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Is he alone?
                                                            
                       SILAS
I don't know. He might be.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Fuck-- okay. Let's go in there and
do this shit.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Okay.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You ready?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Alright then, let's do this shit.
                                                            
Clement reaches for the door handle.

CLOSE UP- Clement turns the handle; the door's open.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Its open?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yeah.
                                                            

64.

                       SILAS
      (surprised)
Damn.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Let's go.
                                                            
Clement OPENS the door, and the two of them go in.
                                                            
 
INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Clement and Silas ENTER the room, SHUTTING the door behind
them.

Sitting on the bed is MAX KELLER. He is young, and is
obviously startled to see the two men enter the room. He
begins to STAND UP .
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (pointing his gun
       at Max)
Sit. Don't get up.
                                                            
Max sits back down onto the bed. He is scared.

Silas then notices that the bathroom door is closed.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (pointing to the
       bathroom door)
Check it out. Whaddaya think?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I don't know.
      (to Max)
Is anyone in there?
                                                            
                       MAX
Huh?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
The bathroom-- is anyone in there?
Is it empty?
                                                            
                       MAX
      (nodding)
Yeah.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Are you sure?
                                                            

65.

                       MAX
Yes.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Want me to check it?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Of course I do.
                                                            
Silas goes to OPEN the bathroom door.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (stopping Silas)
Hang on...
      (to Max)
Are you absolutely positive that
nobody is in this bathroom?
                                                            
                       MAX
Yeah.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well you'd better be sure. Cause
if someone IS in there, mthat
motherfucker is gonna get shot in
the head. Then, I'm gonna put a
bullet in yours. Are we clear?
                                                            
                       MAX
Yes.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
So there ain't nothin' you'd like
to say before we open that door
then?
                                                            
                       MAX
      (shaking his head)
No.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Alright then.
      (to Silas)
Go ahead.
                                                            
Clement keeps his gun aimed at Max. Silas opens the bathroom
door and looks inside.
                                                            
MOTEL BATHROOM
                                                            
SILAS' POV
We PAN across the bathroom. Its EMPTY.
                                                            

66.

MOTEL ROOM
                                                            
Silas comes back into the room and closes the door.
                                                            
                       SILAS
All clear.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Good. Now that that's over, we can
get to business.
                                                            
Clement walks over toward Max. Max watches him closely with
his eyes. Silas hangs back. Clement then seats himself in a
chair across from Max.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Okay then. First things first--
you must be Max right? Max Keller?
                                                            
                       MAX
Yeah-- that's me.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Good. That means we at least got
the right room.
                                                            
Clement smiles at this. Max is too scared to smile.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well Max, I'm Clement Brown.
      (pointing to Silas)
And that guy over there is Silas
Greenwood.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Hey.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
We work for Mr. Chester Jamison
Max. You know who Chester Jamison
is correct?
                                                            
Max doesn't answer.
                                                            
                       SILAS (cont'd)
I said, you do know how Chester
Jamison is don't ya max?
                                                            
                       MAX
Yeah. I know him.
                                                            

67.

                       CLEMENT
Good-- that's good. Then I guess
you know why were're here then
huh?
                                                            
                       SILAS
He knows damn well why were're
here.
                                                            
Clement shoots Silas a look as if to tell him to shut up.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Well Max, I guess its understood
why were're here. You see, you've
made Mr. Jamison very angry-- he's
quite agitated. And Mr. Jamison
doesn't like it when people make
him angry-- he doesn't like to be
agitated. he doesn't like it one
fuckin' bit.
                                                            
max is pretty scared now. he knows he's in deep trouble.
Meanwhile, Silas seems to be enjoying all of this. Its like
he's watching a show.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT (cont'd)
You see, you stole from him, and
that really pisses him off. You've
put yourself in a very bad postion
Max-- a really shitty one. You
stole from him, and we can't have
that. Is there anything you'd like
to say in your defense?
                                                            
                       MAX
No.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
So you're not denying that you
stole from Mr. Jamison?
                                                            
                       MAX
No I'm not.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
So you admit to it then?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Come on man he just said--
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (yelling at Silas)
--shut up Silas!
            (MORE)

68.

                       CLEMENT (cont'd)
      (to Max)
So you admit to it then?
                                                            
                       MAX
Yes I do. I stole from him.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Good, good. Honesty-- I like that.
Honesty is a good quality for a
person to have. Its pretty rare
these days. You're takin' this
like a man-- I like that. I
respect that.
                                                            
                       MAX
Thanks.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
So I guess the next question I
have for you is: "Where is it?"
                                                            
                       MAX
Under the bed.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Under this bed right here?
                                                            
                       MAX
Yep.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Okay then.
                                                            
Clement motions to Silas to go look under the bed. Silas
walks over to the bad and kneels down beside it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (pointing his gun
       at Max)
Don't move.
                                                            
UNDER THE BED
                                                            
A black DUFFEL BAG rests under the bed. Silas looks at it
from the floor.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Is this it here in the bag?
                                                            
                       MAX (OS)
Yeah-- that's it.
                                                            

69.

Silas reaches over and GRABS the bag. He DRAGS it out from
under the bed.
                                                            
MOTEL ROOM
                                                            
Silas stands up and holds the bag out.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (to Max)
That it?
                                                            
                       MAX
That's it.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (to Silas)
Toss it here.
                                                            
Silas THROWS the bag to Clement. he then opens it up and
looks inside.

CLOSE UP- Two bricks of coke rest inside the bag.
                                                            
                       SILAS (OS)
Well?
                                                            
Clement looks up at Silas.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Is that it?
                                                            
Clement romoves the bricks from the bag. He then CLAPS them
together smiling.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (smiling)
Alright then.
                                                            
Clement puts the coke back into the bag and then just STARES
at Max. he seems to be thinking about what to say next. Max
sits silently, scared.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
You like jokes Max?
                                                            
                       MAX
Huh?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Jokes-- do you like 'em?
                                                            
                       MAX
Yeah. I like jokes.
                                                            

70.

                       CLEMENT
Do you like listenin' to 'em, or
do ya like tellin' 'em?
                                                            
                       MAX
What?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I noticed that there are people
who like to tell jokes, but they
don't like to listen to jokes
bein' told bu other people. Then
there are people who like to
listen to jokes, but don't like
tellin' 'em themselves, for
whatever reason that is. I was
just wonderin' which one of those
people you were.
                                                            
                       MAX
I don't know-- I like both I
guess.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Slammin'. Ya see, there's this
joke I heard earlier, and I was
wonderin' if you'd like to hear
it.
                                                            
                       MAX
Yeah, sure.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Slammin'.
                                                            
Clement puts the bag down next to the chair. Silas walks
over and stands next to Max.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Okay. So this guy flew to Las
Vegas to gamble. However, his luck
isn't so good, and he loses all of
his money-- all of it. All he had
left was his plane ticket home, so
he decided to just give up and
head home. Now, he needed a way to
get to the airport. So he goes
outside, a finds a taxi. He gets
into the cab, and explains his
situation to the cabby. he
promised to send the taxi fare
money from home, but the cab
driver wasn't buyin' it. The
            (MORE)

71.

                       CLEMENT (cont'd)
driver said: "If you don't have
money for the fare right now, then
get the fuck outta my cab!" So
this guy was forced to hitchhike
all the way to the airport. Well,
a few months later this guy comes
back to Las Vegas. Only this time,
he hits it big-- he wins a
shitload of money. So this time,
when he leaves the casino he finds
a long line of cabs waiting out
front. And who should he see at
the end of this line? The cabby
who refused to give him a ride
when he was down on his luck.
Then, the guy comes up with a
brilliant fuckin' idea. So he gets
into the first cab and asks how
much the fare was to the airport,
and the driver says: "Fifteen
bucks." So then the guy askes:
"And how much for you to gimmie a
blowjob once we get there?" Well
the driver replies: "Get the fuck
outta my cab!" So the man asks
each cab driver in the line the
same question-- with the same
results each time. So when he
finally gets to his old friend in
the back of the line, he gets in
and says: "Take me to the
airprot." So then, as they drove
past the long line of cabs, the
guy gave a big smile and a thumbs
up to each driver.
                                                            
Clement, Max, and Silas all LAUGH at the joke for a few
moments.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (laughing)
Oh man-- that is some funny shit
right there.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (laughing)
Thank you, thank you.
                                                            
They all laugh for a little while longer. Then, they collect
themselves. Joke time is over.
                                                            

72.

                       CLEMENT
Okay, okay. Now that that's done
with, its time to get down to it
Max.
                                                            
                       MAX
Down to what?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Come on man. You didn't think Mr.
Jamison was just gonna forget
about this did ya?
                                                            
                       MAX
Well no but...
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Do you really think he sent us all
the way down here just to get the
shit back? We went through some
real shit just to get here.
                                                            
                       MAX
But...
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Max, you can't fuck up the way you
fucked up and get away with it. Ya
just can't.
                                                            
                       MAX
No...
                                                            
Max looks over and sees the Silas has his gun pointed right
at him. Clement then takes his gun and points it at him.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What did you expect to happen?
                                                            
                       MAX
      (screaming in fear)
NO!
                                                            
Silas and Clement OPEN FIRE on Max, his body FLAILING like a
rag doll as he is filled with bullets. His bullet ridden
corpse then FALLS onto the bed, blood soaked clothes and
sheets.

The two hitmen put away their guns. Their job is done.
Clement then goes and picks up the duffel bag of coke.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Lets get outta here.
                                                            

73.

                       CLEMENT
      (tossing the bag
       to Silas)
I hear that.
                                                            
Silas CATCHES the bag. The the two of them turn to leave the
room. Suddenly, Clement stops.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Hold on a sec.
                                                            
                       SILAS
What?
                                                            
Clement turns around and walks over to the night stand next
to the bed.

CLOSE UP- Clement's hand picking up car keys off the night
stand.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (holding up the
       keys)
I ain't takin' the bus again.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Good idea.
                                                            
The two men then EXIT the room, leaving it empty, except for
Max's body laying on the bed.
                                                            
 
INT. CAR - MOVING - DAY
                                                            
Clement and Silas are SPEEDING down the road in Max's car,
with Clement behind the wheel, and Silas holding the duffel
bag of coke. The radio is BLASTING as the two men sing along
with it. They are just enjoying themselves now that their
job is done. This goes on for a while.
                                                            
                       SILAS
--oh my God!
                                                            
Silas suddenly covers his mouth and nose with his hands.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Holy Christ!
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What-- what is it man?
                                                            

74.

                       SILAS
You don't smell that?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Smell what?
                                                            
                       SILAS
That smell. I don't know what the
hell it is.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I don't smell anythin' man.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Jeez-- did you rip ass or
somethin'?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No way man. I didn't do nothin'.
                                                            
                       SILAS
What the fuck is that?
                                                            
Clement sniffs the air, and suddenly it hits him too.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Goddamn!
                                                            
                       SILAS
You smell it now?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yeah I do. What the hell is that
shit?
                                                            
                       SILAS
I have no idea, but I can't take
it anymore.
                                                            
Silas rolls down his window and sticks his head out. Clement
then rolls down his window.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Holy shit!
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
It must be the car. I wonder when
was the last time he washed it.
                                                            
                       SILAS
I don't know man, but that is
vile.
                                                            

75.

                       CLEMENT
Yeah it is. Smells like death.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Uh-uh-- death smells much better
than that.
                                                            
They LAUGH.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Smells like rotten eggs.
                                                            
                       SILAS
A shitload of rotten eggs.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Hell yeah.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Smells like someone ate rotten
eggs, crapped them out, then ate
the shit.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Awe man!
                                                            
                       SILAS
Then they crapped that out, and an
animal ate it. The the animal
died, and rotted. Then someone ate
the animal, crapped it out, and
then let it sit in the sun.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Man that is nasty.
                                                            
                       SILAS
But that's what it smells like.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
I don't know how much longer I can
take this.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Yeah. We should stop off and get
some spray or somethin' to get rid
of the smell.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Sounds good to me.
                                                            

76.

                       SILAS
I think theres a convenience store
commin' up here.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Do they have spray or somethin'?
                                                            
                       SILAS
They should.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Okay then.
                                                            
 
EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE PARKING LOT - DAY
                                                            
The car turns off the road into the parking lot. They PARK
the car, and get out.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Hey wait.
                                                            
                       SILAS
What?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What about the bag? You just gonna
leave it in the car?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Right-- I'll take it with.
                                                            
Silas opnes the door and takes out the bag. They then walk
over to the store and go inside.
                                                            
 
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY
                                                            
Silas and Clement enter the store. The bell on the door
JINGLES as they walk in.

Behind the counter is a young kid named TIM. He leans on the
counter flipping through a magazine. Its a slow moving day;
there is only one customer in the store. He name is MARK. He
is looking up and down the aisles for something. He seems
very jittery.

Silas walks up to the counter.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Hey.
                                                            

77.

                       TIM
Mornin'. What can I do for ya?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Do you have like sprays-- like air
freshener spary to get rid of
smells?
                                                            
                       TIM
Like in a can?
                                                            
                       SILAS
Can, spray bottle, whatever. Do
you have that?
                                                            
                       TIM
Um yeah-- pretty sure.
      (pointing to the
       back of the store)
It'd be in the back over there.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Alright, thanks.
                                                            
                       TIM
No problem.
                                                            
Silas heads to the back of the store. Clement looks around
the place. He happens to catch a glance of Mark, who looks
back at him. They stare at each other for a few moments.
Mark then breaks the stare and goes back to the shelves.

Clement then walks over to the freezer of drinks.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (yelling to Silas)
Hey Silas-- you wanna drink?
                                                            
                       SILAS (OS)
No thanks man. I ain't thirsty.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (yelling to Silas)
Alright then. I'm gonna get one.
                                                            
The CAMERA is behind Clement as he looks at the different
drinks in the freezer.
                                                            
BACK OF STORE
                                                            
Silas is in the back of the store looking at the shelves for
spray.
                                                            

78.

                       SILAS
      (to himself)
Spray, spray-- where is it?
                                                            
FRONT OF STORE - FREEZER
                                                            
Clement finds a drink that he wants.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (to himself)
There we go.
                                                            
He opens the freezer and reaches inside.
                                                            
BACK OF STORE
                                                            
Silas finally finds the sprays.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (to himself)
Alright-- we've got spray.
                                                            
FRONT OF STORE - FREEZER
                                                            
Clement closes the freezer. He then puts the cold drink to
his forehead and closes his eyes.
                                                            
                       MARK (OS)
Shut the fuck up and gimmie the
fuckin' money!
                                                            
                       TIM (OS)
      (terrified)
Oh God, please...
                                                            
Clement removes the drink from his head and slowly turns
around to see what is going on.
                                                            
FRONT OF STORE
                                                            
Mark is standing at the counter. He is holding a GUN, which
is pointed right at Tim's head. Tim has his hands up and is
scared to death. Clement cannot believe what he is seeing.
                                                            
                       MARK
Come on man-- gimmie the fuckin'
money or you're dead!
                                                            
                       TIM
      (terrified)
Okay, okay. Just don't kill me,
please.
                                                            

79.

Tim opens the register and starts taking out the money. He
puts it into a brown paper bag. When the register is empty,
he goes to hand the bag to Mark.
                                                            
                       TIM
      (giving Mark the
       bag)
Here...
                                                            
                       MARK
The safe. I want the money in the
Goddamn safe!
                                                            
Tim bends down bwhind the counter and begins to open the
safe. Mark keeps his gun on him the whole time.
                                                            
                       MARK
Come on man, come on!
                                                            
Clement bends down and puts the bottle on the ground. As he
stands back up, he removes his gun. He then slowly walks
over to Mark.
                                                            
                       MARK
Come on! Faster!
                                                            
Tim comes up with the paper bag, now full with the money
from the safe. Mark reaches out take the bag.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Not so fast motherfucker.
                                                            
Mark turns to Clement, gun ready.
                                                            
                       MARK
What the fuck?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Don't move-- don't you move.
                                                            
                       MARK
Whaddaya think you're doin' man?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
What am I doin'? What the fuck are
you doin'?
                                                            
                       MARK
Stay outta this man.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No way buddy-- I'm part of this
now. Put the money on the counter.
                                                            

80.

                       MARK
Fuck you!
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Put it on the counter!
                                                            
                       MARK
No way!
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Jesus Christ just do it!
                                                            
                       MARK
No fuckin' way!
                                                            
                       SILAS (OS)
Do it asshole!
                                                            
Clement and Mark turn to see Silas with his gun pointed
right at Mark. This robbery has turned into a Mexican
Stand-off.
                                                            
                       MARK
Shit!
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Just do it man. Put the bag on the
counter.
                                                            
                       MARK
Fuck...
                                                            
                       SILAS
Come on! Do it!
                                                            
                       MARK
Fuck you!
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Listen man just calm down. Be
cool, be fuckin' cool. Are you
cool?
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Listen man just calm down. Be
cool, be fuckin' cool. Are you
cool?
                                                            
                       MARK
Naw man-- I ain't cool. This ain't
fuckin' cool.
                                                            

81.

                       CLEMENT
Well then get cool. Its over man.
                                                            
                       MARK
Naw man, no way.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Yes way. Just give it up-- its
over.
                                                            
                       MARK
No, no...
                                                            
                       SILAS
Let's just waste this
son-of-a-bitch Clem.
                                                            
                       MARK
Fuck you!
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Calm down man, calm down. We ain't
gonna waste anyone today.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (chuckling to
       himself)
Huh, yeah.
                                                            
Clement gives Silas a look.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Look man, just put down the bag
and walk away. That's all. Just
walk away.
                                                            
                       MARK
Uh-uh-- I can't.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Why? Why can't you?
                                                            
                       MARK
Cause I can't.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Cause why?
                                                            
                       MARK
Cause I need the fuckin' money
man!
                                                            

82.

                       CLEMENT
No-- no man. You don't need it
this bad.
                                                            
                       MARK
Yes, yes I do.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
This ain't worth it. This is never
worth it.
                                                            
                       MARK
I need the money...
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
There's other ways. You don't need
it this bad, not like this.
                                                            
                       SILAS
Come on man-- we gotta fuckin' do
somethin'! Let's blow him away!
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
No, no! We ain't gonna do that!
                                                            
                       SILAS
Well we'd better do somethin'.
                                                            
                       MARK
Fuck, shit...
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Listen-- listen to me. You
listenin' to me?
                                                            
                       MARK
      (quietly)
Yeah...
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
      (loud)
I said are you listening to me?
                                                            
                       MARK
Yes! I'm listenin'.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Look man-- this situation can
either get better, or it can get
worse. And I don't want it to get
worse. You don't want it to get
worse. Nobody wants it to. So just
put the bag on the counter and
            (MORE)

83.

                       CLEMENT (cont'd)
walk outta here. That's all, cause
if you don't we're gonna have to
shoot you. Got it?
                                                            
Mark doesn't respond.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT (cont'd)
I said do you got it?
                                                            
                       MARK
Yeah, yeah. I got it.
                                                            
Mark lowers his gun and turns to put the bag on the counter.
Clement and Silas both lower their weapons.
                                                            
                       SILAS
      (relieved)
Jesus Christ...
                                                            
Suddenly, Mark WHIPS AROUND toward Silas, yelling, and FIRES
at him.
                                                            
                       CLEMENT
Fuck!
                                                            
Silas is HIT several times. As he flails and falls backward,
he drops the duffel bag.

Clement then bring up his gun and FIRES at Mark, HITTING him
with every shot.

Silas' gun goes off as he hits the ground, HITTING Clement a
few times.

Clement falls, hitting the counter on the way down.

As Mark hits the ground, his gun FIRES, and HITS Tim in the
head.

Tim falls onto the counter.

Once the gun fire is gone, it is DEAD SILENT. There is blood
everywhere.

Silas, Clement, and Mark lay on the floor DEAD.

Tim is laying on the counter DEAD.

The CAMERA then SLOWLY ZOOMS IN on the duffel bag, soaked in
blood, sitting on the ground.

We then HOLD on the bag.

84.


The bell on the door the JINGLES OFF SCREEN as a CUSTOMER
walks into the store.
                                                            
                       CUSTOMER
Holy shit!
                                                            
The bell on the door JINGLES again as the customer runs out
of the store.

We HOLD on the duffel bag for a few more moments.
                                                            
FADE TO BLACK.
                                                            
BLACK SCREEN
                                                            
                       CHESTER (VO)
--this shit is some good shit. And
I really fuckin' mean it. Its most
likely the best stuff out there.
                                                            
 
INT. CHESTER JAMISON'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
We are inside Chester Jamison's living room. It looks the
same as before, minus the blood and carnage. This is before
that event took place.

The CAMERA is on a CLOSE UP of Max Keller, who looks much
better now than he will dead. He sits on the couch listening
to Chester speak OFF SCREEN. They are in the middle of a
drug deal.
                                                            
                       CHESTER (OS)
--And I'm not just sayin' that
either. This coke right here is
grade-A my friend. I'm willing to
bet all I have on that statement.
Hands down, this is just some
plain good shit.
                                                            
                       MAX
That good?
                                                            
                       CHESTER (OS)
Oh yeah. It's that fuckin' good.
                                                            

85.

Max leans back in the couch. He is thinking about what he
has just been told; he's wondering if its really that good.

The CAMERA moves, and we can now finally see Chester. He is
sitting on a couch across from Max. Big Seth stands behind
him.

Chester picks up a small BAGGIE OF COKE and holds it up.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
So, what's it gonna be? This deal
is a fine deal-- unbeatable. You
are gettin' some good shit here,
and for a price too.
                                                            
                       MAX
How much was it again?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Well I can sell you this stuff for
five-fifty a gram--
                                                            
                       MAX
--five-fifty?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--hey. Let me remind you that that
this is some pretty high quality
shit here. In fact, it should be
more, but I'm no monster here.
                                                            
                       MAX
      (sarcastically)
Oh yeah-- thanks.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Come on man. In a way, I'm losin'
money on this deal, but because
you're such a good customer, I've
got no problem cuttin' you a
break. I wish I could do better--
I really do-- but I can't.
                                                            
Max sits and thinks about the offer some more. Chester
stares at him and gives him a SMILE.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (waving the baggie)
Well? What's it gonna be?
                                                            
                       MAX
Okay, okay-- I'll buy some.
                                                            

86.

                       CHESTER
Slammin'. You've just made a very
wise decision Max.
                                                            
                       MAX
I hope so.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Believe me when I say that this
shit will not disappoint-- cause
it won't.
                                                            
                       MAX
If you say so.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
I do, I do. So how much of my
"magic dust" wouldya like?
                                                            
                       MAX
Uh, three grams should be good.
      (Pause)
Yeah, three is good.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Three it is.
                                                            
Chester turns around and hands the baggie of coke to Big
Seth.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Three grams Seth.
                                                            
                       BIG SETH
Gotcha.
                                                            
Big Seth takes the baggie and leave the room. Max WATCHES
HIM CLOSELY as he leaves. Big Seth turns and STARES at Max
as he leaves the room.

Chester turns back to face Max.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Three grams commin' right up my
friend.
                                                            
                       MAX
Thanks Chester.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Oh, hey. come on now-- its my job.
                                                            
Chester LAUGHS at himself. Max just SMILES.
                                                            

87.

                       CHESTER
Well, I think now there's the
matter of the money.
                                                            
                       MAX
The money.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Well this shit ain't free my
friend. I wish I could just give
it to ya-- but I can't do that.
                                                            
                       MAX
You sure?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Oh yeah-- I'm sure.
                                                            
They both LAUGH.
                                                            
                       MAX
Okay so, how much?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Well uh, three grams at
five-fifty--
      (doing the math in
       his head)
-- that's uh sixteen-fifty.
                                                            
                       MAX
Shit man. Sixteen-fifty, shit.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Hey man, that's business-- and
business ain't cheap.
                                                            
                       MAX
Especially with you.
                                                            
Max reaches into his pocket and removes a STACK OF BILLS. He
then counts out the money he needs.

Chester watches him as he counts, just to make sure is isn't
being cheated.
                                                            
                       MAX
      (counting the
       money)
You don't trust me?
                                                            

88.

                       CHESTER
Oh, sorry. I trust you, but I just
gotta look out for Chester ya
know?
                                                            
Max finishes counting the money. He puts the extra money
back into his pocket.
                                                            
                       MAX
      (handing the money
       to Chester)
Sixteen-fifty you fuckin' theif.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Thank you, thank you.
                                                            
Chester takes the money from Max.

Big Seth comes back into the room. He hands a small BAGGIE
OF COKE to Chester. Chester gives him the money.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (holding up the
       baggie)
Your three grams.
                                                            
Chester TOSSES the baggie to Max.
                                                            
                       MAX
This shit had better be as fuckin'
good as you say it is.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Trust me, it is. Its that fuckin'
good. You're gonna be WOOSH-- so
high you ain't gonna wanna come
down.
                                                            
                       MAX
If you say so.
                                                            
They sit for a few moments without talking. Max examines the
baggie of coke in his hands.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Well...
                                                            
Max just looks at the baggie. He seems to be in deep
thought.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Max?
                                                            

89.

No response.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (loud)
Max?
                                                            
                       MAX
      (looking up)
Huh?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
You okay man?
                                                            
                       MAX
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Okay then, good. Well Max, its
been a pleasure doin' business
with ya.
                                                            
 
EXT. ROAD - DAY
                                                            
ZOOM.

Max's car FLIES past the CAMERA. It SPEEDS down the road.
                                                            
 
INT. MAX'S CAR - MOVING - DAY
                                                            
Max is behind the wheel as the car SPEEDS down the road. The
radio is on, but it isn't that loud; he isn't even really
listening to it anyway.

He is just watching the road. He has a blank expression on
his face, like he's thinking. He is totally out of it. He
seems depressed almost.

He then looks over at the passenger seat. There rest the
BAGGIE OF COKE. He reaches over and picks it up. He holds it
and looks at it for a while.
                                                            
                       MAX
      (to himself)
Sixteen-fifty...
      (Pause)
...motherfucker...
                                                            
He TOSSES the baggie back onto the passenger seat. He then
reaches into his pocket and takes out the rest of the money
from before.

90.


He thumbs through the bills. He then SIGHS, and becomes
frustrated.
                                                            
                       MAX
      (to himself)
Goddammit...
      (Pause)
...Fuck!
                                                            
He then angrily shoves the money back into his pocket. He
then BANGS on the steering wheel in anger.
                                                            
                       MAX
      (angrily)
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit!
                                                            
He regains contro of his emotions, and leans back in the
seat. he is still angry, but he's keeping it inside.

After a little bit, he reaches over and turns up the volume
on the radio. He then drives in silence, with the radio
BLASTING.
                                                            
 
INT. BASEMENT - DAY
                                                            
A group of teens sit around a coffee table in a basement.

The room is filled with smoke. A nearby stereo is playing
music. The kids are drinking, and there are beer bottle on
the table. The BAGGIE OF COKE sits open on the table;
they're using it.

Max sits on a couch next to LANCE. Max seems pretty out of
like he did before. Something is clearly bugging him. Across
from them sit JIM and his girlfriend HEATHER. They sit
together on an arm chair.

At the head of the table sits SCOTTIE WILHELM. Right now
Scottie is telling a story to the rest of them, while they
drink and snort the coke.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Okay, okay. So I get into my car
alright-- I'm... I'm headin' over
to the mall...
                                                            
                       JIM
      (to Scottie)
For what?
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
...huh?
                                                            

91.

                       HEATHER
      (to Scottie)
Why are you goin' to the mall?
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
I don't remember, shit. That's not
important. Doesn't matter why I'm
goin' to the fuckin' mall, just
that I'm goin'...
                                                            
                       LANCE
      (to Scottie)
Are you goin' to buy a dress?
                                                            
Lance starts LAUGHING.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
      (to Lance)
What the fuck? What's wrong with
you?
                                                            
                       LANCE
Nothin'...
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
      (to Lance)
Nothin' my ass. You been snortin'
too much of that shit-- you're all
fucked up.
                                                            
                       JIM
      (to Lance)
Yeah man. You should give that
shit a rest.
                                                            
                       LANCE
Hey Jim?
                                                            
                       JIM
Yes Lance?
                                                            
                       LANCE
Fuck... you.
                                                            
Lance LAUGHS again. He then SNORTS a line of coke from the
table.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Okay, great. May I please continue
with my thing here?
                                                            
                       HEATHER
Yes you may Scottie.
                                                            

92.

                       SCOTTIE
Thank you Heather...
                                                            
                       HEATHER
No problem.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Okay so I gotta get on the highway
you know-- to go to the mall. So
I'm goin' to get on the highway,
and you know the on ramp over here
to get on?
                                                            
                       JIM
Yeah. The one right over here...
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
...yeah, yeah. You know which one
I mean. Well the ramp isn't very
long-- its a short ramp.
                                                            
                       JIM
Yeah man-- I hate that. I really
do.
                                                            
                       HEATHER
      (to Jim)
Yes I know you do.
                                                            
                       JIM
I do...
                                                            
Lance passes some coke to Max.
                                                            
                       LANCE
      (to Max)
Here man...
                                                            
                       MAX
Thanks...
                                                            
Max SNORTS a line of the coke.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
So I'm gettin' on the highway, but
there isn't an opening. So, I
gotta slow down you know-- cause I
can't get on yet...
                                                            
                       JIM
Yeah and...
                                                            

93.

                       SCOTTIE
Yeah well ya know how there's that
curve to get on the ramp?
                                                            
                       LANCE
Yeah... the fuckin' curve.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Yeah well, you gotta take it slow
around that shit right? Well this
car comes flyin' around this curve
okay, and I'm like oh shit.
There's this Asian girl drivin'
the car...
                                                            
                       JIM
Oh shit...
                                                            
                       HEATHER
What? So she's Asian-- big deal...
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Listen I'm not like racist or
sexist or anything, but its just a
proven fact that Asains, and most
usually the women, are shitty
drivers.
                                                            
                       HEATHER
What? Oh come on...
                                                            
                       JIM
Its true...
                                                            
                       HEATHER
No way...
                                                            
                       LANCE
It is-- its totally true.
                                                            
                       HEATHER
Oh my God...
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Hey look-- I don't make this stuff
up. I just tell it how it is.
                                                            
                       HEATHER
Whatever...
                                                            
                       JIM
Hey Lance-- pass me another beer
man.
                                                            

94.

                       LANCE
Sure thing.
                                                            
Lance takes a bottle of beer from the box, and passes it to
Jim.
                                                            
                       JIM
Thanks.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Okay so this Asian bitch...
                                                            
                       HEATHER
...hey...
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
...sorry, girl. This Asian girl
comes flyin' around the curve, and
then she tries to go around me.
                                                            
                       JIM
On the ramp?
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Yeah right on the fuckin' ramp. So
clearly there's no where she can
go, so she slams on her brakes.
                                                            
                       LANCE
Damn...
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
But right then, this other girls,
who was tailgating the Asian one
comes flyin' around the curve...
                                                            
                       HEATHER
Oh no...
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
...and since she was tailgatin',
she had no time to react. So, she
slams right into me.
                                                            
                       JIM
Son-of-a-bitch!
                                                            
                       HEATHER
Hey...
                                                            
                       JIM
Sorry...
                                                            

95.

                       LANCE
So what did ya do Scottie? Where
ya pissed?
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
You bet your fuckin' ass I was
pissed. My car was totaled.
                                                            
                       JIM
Ya see man, this is why I say
certain people shouldn't be
allowed to drive. they just suck
at drivin', and they cause
problems like this.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
I agree-- I totally do.
      (to Lance)
Hey man pass me some of that shit.
                                                            
                       LANCE
Sure thing.
                                                            
Lance passes some of the coke to Scottie. He puts it into a
line, and then SNORTS it.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Damn-- son-of-a-bitch. That's some
good shit right here.
                                                            
                       LANCE
Yeah I know-- its fuckin' sweet.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
      (holding up a beer
       bottle)
I'd like to propose a toast to
Max-- for buyin' this fuckin'
great coke.
                                                            
They all hold up a beer bottle to toast; all except for Max.
he just sits there not aware of what is going on.
                                                            
                       JIM
To Max...
                                                            
They all KNOCK their bottles together. Then they all take a
drink.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Hey Max...
                                                            
No response.
                                                            

96.

                       SCOTTIE
Hello... Max.
      (Pause)
Max!
                                                            
Max snaps out of it and looks at Scottie.
                                                            
                       MAX
Yeah... what?
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Christ man, what's wrong with you
today?
                                                            
                       MAX
What... nothing. Nothin'-- I'm
fine.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Like hell you are. You've been
sittin' here totally out of it the
whole time.
                                                            
                       JIM
Yeah man-- what's up?
                                                            
                       MAX
Nothin'-- nothing's up. I'm fine.
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Bullshit.
                                                            
                       HEATHER
Come on Max... what's wrong?
                                                            
                       LANCE
Yeah man, you can tell us.
                                                            
                       MAX
I've just-- you know-- just been
thinkin' about stuff.
                                                            
                       JIM
What stuff?
                                                            
                       MAX
Just like about money...
                                                            
                       SCOTTIE
Money...
                                                            

97.

                       MAX
Yeah money. Its so... its so
fucked up...
      (picks up baggie
       of coke)
...like this shit. You know how
much this cost? Sixteen-fifty.
That's a lot of fuckin' money. I
mean, why is it so much?
                                                            
                       LANCE
Shit Max, that's just how it is.
                                                            
                       MAX
Yeah well... why? I mean I don't
have that much money. I need more
ya know? I'm close to broke.
                                                            
                       HEATHER
But you have a job.
                                                            
                       JIM
Yeah man, isn't that enough?
                                                            
                       MAX
Its... I work at a fuckin' grocery
store. Its not that much. I mean,
its not fair. I mean, how come
fuckin' Chester Jamison can sit on
his ass and sell this-- sell drugs
to people-- and make so much
money. I mean he's like rich, and
its not, its not fair.
                                                            
Everyone can see now that Max is really upset. They seem
worried about him. Scottie however, just sits back and
listens to Max very closely. Something has caught his
attention.