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The Contract
by Richard Fishenden (richturn@ptd.net)

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Dramatic content spiced with complimentary action scenes. Logline: A retired hitman contracted for a job by an ambitious and crooked politician discovers his mark is a daughter he never knew he had.


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FADE IN:

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
TITLE UP: WASHINGTON, D.C. CHRISTMAS 1982

Suite for a king. Tasteful but not overly done decorations
suggest it's Christmas season.

PURE SILVER CIGARETTE CASE engraved with an official U.S.
Government insignia sits atop a contemporary smoked-glass
coffee table.

EXTREME C.U. on MAN'S mouth, talking into a cell phone.

He is seated on a couch, smoking a cigarette. Beyond the
window in the b.g. is a VIEW of the WHITE HOUSE. Snow gently
falls. WE do not see this mysterious man's face throughout
the the scene. His voice is deep, low, emotionless.
                                                            
                       MAN
(into phone)
Tonight.
                                                            
He cuts the call. Cigarette smoke streams from his nostrils.
                                                            
                       MAN
      (calling out)
You can come out now.
                                                            
A pretty Black PROSTITUTE in her early 20's emerges from the
bathroom. She is scantily clad in a mock prison inmate's
costume.
                                                            
                       PROSTITUTE
I've been a very bad girl.
                                                            
                       MAN (O.S.)
Yes, you have. And I'm going to
punish you.
                                                            
 
EXT. RANCH HOUSE - WASHINGTON, D.C. - NIGHT
                                                            
Quiet suburb. House decorated in Christmas lights. Black
version of Manger in front yard. Christmas tree through the
window partially blocks view into the living room from which
the blue-glow of a television emanates.
                                                            
 

2.

INT. RANCH HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
MIKE CUNNINGHAM slips into a wool coat. He extinguishes a
cigarette in the ashtray on the dresser and briefly,
contemplatively studies his reflection in the mirror.
                                                            
 
INT. RANCH HOUSE - BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Attractive, sad looking woman wearing a robe, stares
dejectedly at a pregnancy TEST STRIP that reads positive.
WANDA CUNNINGHAM rips the strip in tiny pieces, throws it in
the garbage can and wipes away her tears.
                                                            
LIVING ROOM
                                                            
Wanda emerges from the bathroom just as Mike passes through
the living room heading towards the front door.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Where are you going?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Be back.
                                                            
                       WANDA
That's not what I asked.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Business.
                                                            
                       WANDA
On Christmas eve?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Not now, Wanda.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I won't be here when you get back,
Mike.
                                                            
Mike turns. Stares at Wanda. He's a hard man, but something
in her eyes makes him turn away from her. He continues
towards the front door. Opens it. Hesitates, and not looking
back he leaves.
                                                            
 
EXT. STREET - WASHINGTON, D.C. - NIGHT
                                                            
Black late model Monte Carlo pulls in the parking lot of a
church in an affluent neighborhood. Headlights on the Carlo
extinguish.
                                                            

3.

Mike gets out the car. Closes the door, quietly. Looks
toward a two-story colonial house across the street, as he
slips on a pair of black leather gloves and screws a
silencer to the muzzle of a .45
                                                            
 
EXT. COLONIAL HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Mike, silently and quickly jimmies the lock to the front
door. He pushes it open with extreme caution and waits to
hear an alarm that does not sound.
                                                            
 
INT. COLONIAL HOUSE - FOYER - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Christmas music from the living room plays low from a stereo
system, blended with VOICES, LAUGHTER through a television.
Mike stealthily makes his way toward the sounds into...
                                                            
THE LIVING ROOM
                                                            
where SENATOR HORACE GARLAND sits in a high-back chair
watching television, laughing with the T.V. audience,
oblivious to the intruder approaching him.

Mike moves closer across the white carpeted floor, silent as
a cat. He reaches Garland. Places the silencer-tip firmly at
the back of his head.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (whispering)
Don't make a sound.
                                                            
                       SENATOR GARLAND
Jesus! What...ever you want
take...
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (presses the
       silencer harder)
Deaf or stupid? I said, shut up.
On your knees.
                                                            
Garland hesitates, then nervously slides off the couch to
the floor on his knees.

Mike looks the place over. It's richly, stylishly and
religiously decorated. He seems to have an ambivalent
attraction to the religious collection of ornaments,
figurines and themed oil paintings.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Believe in God, senator?
                                                            

4.

                       SENATOR GARLAND
Yes... yes. I do.
                                                            
Mike refers to his wristwatch.
                                                            
                       MIKE
One minute. Pray.
                                                            
Mike takes a step back. Stands beside a grandfather clock.
Takes an admiration to it.
                                                            
                       SENATOR GARLAND
Why... why are you doing this?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Wastin' time, senator. Forty five
seconds.
                                                            
Frightened, Garland begins to pray, perhaps like he's never
prayed before.
                                                            
Mike looks the place over. Opulent. The spiral staircase
leading upstairs. Quality painting of a crucifix of Christ
on the wall. He stares at that a long time. Mike checks his
watch and calmly walks towards the senator. PHUT...

Garland crumbles to the floor. A puddle of BLOOD from the
fatal head wound stains the carpet.

O.S. a woman SCREAMS.

Mike looks up toward the loft where he sees a terrified
ELDERLY WOMAN wearing a white camisole and night cap...
                                                            
                       ELDERLY WOMAN
Henry! What have you done to my...
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (regretably)
Christ, lady.
                                                            
OVER THE SOUND OF A RAPIDLY BEATING HEART...
                                                            
Mike aims the .45 at the old woman.
                                                            
SCREEN BLACKENS AS HEART BEATS LOUDER AND MORE RAPIDLY
                                                            
                                         DISSOLVE TO:
                                                            
 
INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
                                                            
TITLE UP: PRESENT DAY
                                                            

5.

Mike wakens, sweating, breathing heavily. Grabs at his chest
while fumbling in the dark to turn on the light on the night
table. His hair now peppered with gray streaks, he looks
worn, much older than he should.
                                                            
He grapples with a pill bottle. Shakes two pills into a
nervous, shaking hand, tosses them in his mouth and snatches
a whiskey bottle off the table to chase down the pills. He
sits against the headboard, tired.
                                                            
 
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
Mike's seated on an examination table, placing his shirt
back on.

DOCTOR FARBER, seated on a stool, scribbles notes onto
Mike's medical file.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR FARBER
According to the test results your
left ventricle's weak and getting
weaker. And your excessive
drinking is only exacerbating the
condition.
                                                            
                       MIKE
First half of'a that statement,
Doc, put it in English?
                                                            
Farber stands.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR FARBER
In other words, Mike, to be blunt,
you're dying as we speak. Your
heart can give out at anytime.
                                                            
Seemingly unfazed, Mike gets off the table and buttons his
shirt.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ain't we all?
                                                            
                       DOCTOR FARBER
You got a choice. You don't have
to die prematurely. Not too late
to treat yourself better, Mike.
                                                            
Mike gets off the examination table. Tucks his shirt inside
his pants.
                                                            

6.

                       MIKE
Thanks, but skip the lecture. More
pills will do.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR FARBER
Suicide. Prescription medication.
Alcohol.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Promise not to blame ya when I
check out.
                                                            
Doctor Farber writes two prescriptions. Hands them to Mike.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR FARBER
One's as your doctor. The other
your friend. It's to a rehab
center I know of, personally.
                                                            
 
EXT. STREET - MANHATTAN - DAY
                                                            
Mike is on the corner of 5TH AVENUE and 35TH STREET waiting
for the traffic light to go green, looking at the piece of
paper Farber gave to him. He crumples and tosses it onto
the ground. The wind rolls it away.
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
                                                            
TITLE UP: WASHINGTON, D.C.
                                                            
DJ pumping MUSIC. Wall-to-wall COLLEGE students partying.
PETER CARNE meanders among them towards the front entrance
with determination. BRAD, a jock-type, intercepts him.
                                                            
                       BRAD
Hey, Peter, where you off to?
                                                            
                       PETER
Home. Remembered I got a sociology
exam in the morning. Almost
forgot.
                                                            
                       BRAD
You shittin' me, bro? Your leavin'
this bangin' ass party cuz of a
stupid test?
                                                            
                       PETER
Yeah, Brad. I am. What of it?
                                                            

7.

                       BRAD
Chill, dude. Don't cop a 'tude.
Whatever. Later.
                                                            
Brad rejoins the wild party.
                                                            
                       PETER
      (leaving)
Jackass.
                                                            
 
EXT. CARNE HOUSE - NIGHT
                                                            
Apple-red latest model Camaro pulls onto driveway at front
of house.
                                                            
 
INT. CARNE HOUSE - NIGHT
                                                            
Peter enters. It's quiet. Dark. He heads quietly to the
staircase. Before ascending he glimpses two MALE SILHOUETTED
FIGURES beyond the kitchen leaving through the rear deck
door carrying what looks to be a person. He follows.

PETER'S POV

Under the moonlit night recognizes his father, SENATOR
EUGENE CARNE and JULIAN DOYLE, the senator's confidant and
unofficial bag-man placing a YOUNG WOMAN'S body in the trunk
of a car.

BACK TO SCENE

Peter gasp, toppling a decorative vase off its base,
catching it. He peers out the door. Sees Doyle shut the
trunk and walk to the car's driver side. His father heads
back to the house. Peter runs quietly back to the stairs,
unseen, up to his room.
                                                            
 
INT. CARNE HOUSE - MORNING
                                                            
Mrs. STELLA CARNE enters from the front door, carrying
luggage. A young woman wearing a housekeeper's uniform helps
her with her bags. This is RUTH PIERCE.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Morning, Mrs. Carne. Welcome home.
How was your trip?
                                                            

8.

                       MRS. CARNE
Delightful, Ruthie. Just
delightful. Switzerland's
unbelievably beautiful.
                                                            
Senator Eugene Carne, sharply dressed, enters the foyer from
the kitchen. Kisses his wife on the cheek.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Welcome back, Stella.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE
I come in you go out. Off to
conquer the world, I presume.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Conquering congress is a much more
formidable endeavor. I'll be home
late as usual.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE
Toot-a-loo.
                                                            
Before Carne leaves he cast a lustful but discreet glance at
the back of Ruth, as she heads to the staircase, carrying
some of Mrs. Carne's luggage.
                                                            
 
INT. CARNE HOUSE - SECOND FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Ruth comes down the hall after dropping off Mrs. Carne's
luggage in the bedroom. As she passes Peter's door, he opens
it and pulls her into his room. They kiss, hungrily.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Your mother's on her way up here.
What's gotten into you? Party lag
from last night? Who were you --
                                                            
                       PETER
We have to leave here. Tonight.
Tomorrow the latest.
                                                            
                       RUTH
What?
                                                            
                       PETER
I'm serious, Ruth.
                                                            
                       RUTH
What wrong with you, Peter. I earn
good money working here. Not to
mention free room and board. Your
dad just yesterday gave me a
            (MORE)

9.

                       RUTH (cont'd)
bonus. I am not --
                                                            
                       PETER
Already? You only been here five
months. That's how it always
starts. Look, if your worried
about money, don't. I have a plan.
                                                            
Ruth regards him.
                                                            
                       RUTH
This is more than just you being
worried your dad will find out
about us. What happened?
                                                            
                       PETER
I'll explain later and show you.
Meet me. Tonight.
                                                            
On hearing Mrs. Carne's footsteps on the stairs, Ruth leaves
Peter's room.
                                                            
 
INT. CARNE HOUSE - CARNE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Mrs. Carne is asleep. Peter bends down to plant a kiss on
her cheek and places a note on the night table and leaves.
                                                            
 
INT. CARNE HOUSE - PETER'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Ruth's seated on the bed, looking anxious. Peter enters the
room with a suitcase. He shuts the door quietly and locks
it. Placing the suitcase down, he goes to his desk and
activates a laptop.
                                                            
                       PETER
Come. Look at this.
                                                            
Ruth stands beside him, as he sticks a flash drive into the
USB port. Peter turns down the volume on the laptop, as WE
HEAR O.S. the tortured screams of a woman. Ruth is shocked
and appalled at the images.
                                                            
                       PETER
There's hours of this. Most of
them worked here. Like you. He's
sick. Believe me now? We leave
tonight.
                                                            
 

10.

INT. CARNE HOUSE - CARNE'S PRIVATE OFFICE - MORNING
                                                            
Senator Eugene Carne pours bourbon in a glass.
                                                            
                       CARNE
I bet that black whore bitch put
him up to this. She must've
planned this all along.
                                                            
Remaining cool and calm, Doyle peers into a hole in the
wall, which was a safe, holding in his hand a note.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
They stole all the money?
                                                            
                       CARNE
Quarter mill. And something even
more valuable. That's what they
will be using to exhort more money
from me as their need arises.
                                                            
Doyle reads over the note, as Carne pours another drink.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
How'd they get the combination?
                                                            
                       CARNE
How the hell do I know, Doyle?.
Computers these days. Who knows?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Mr. Senator, sir, are you certain
this wasn't Peter's idea?
                                                            
Carne downs his drink.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Doesn't matter who's idea it was.
Just find their asses.
                                                            
Carne reaches into his pant pocket and removes a SILVER
CIGARETTE CASE with the government insignia. Nervously
lights a cigarette.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE (O.S.)
      (yelling from
       distance in house)
Eugene... Eugene... Oh, my god...
                                                            
                       CARNE
Shit. Close this up.
                                                            

11.

Doyle closes the wall-safe and places the framed abstract
painting back over it, as Carne heads towards the door. At
that moment, Mrs. Carne bursts into the office, upset.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE
Eugene... It's Peter. Have you
seen this?
                                                            
She hands her husband the note.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE (CON'T)
I love you, mother. Sorry? Will be
in touch? What does that mean?
                                                            
                       CARNE
Calm down. I know.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE
You know? Has he run off?
                                                            
                       CARNE
It won't last. Some youthful
rebellious thing or something. He
and Ruth think they're in love.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE
Ruth... Ruthie too? Oh, my god.
Youthful rebellion? They're twenty
one years old. Eugene --
                                                            
                       CARNE
What can I say? These days they
take longer to grow up. Now, you
just calm down. We're working on
it.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE
Working on it. How --
                                                            
                       CARNE
Stella, I want you to calm down
and trust me. Everything's going
to be alright.
                                                            
He escorts his wife back to the door.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE
Do you know where they are?
                                                            
                       CARNE
Yes. Now, you keep this within
these walls, Stella. That's very
important. We don't need a media
frenzy and I don't need you
            (MORE)

12.

                       CARNE (cont'd)
hysterical.
                                                            
                       MRS. CARNE
When I get a hold of that Peter
and Ruth - she's fired.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Okay, dear. It'll be alright. I
promise.
                                                            
Mrs. Carne exits. Carne closes the door.
                                                            
                       CARNE
      (to Doyle)
I want Mike Cunningham on this.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Mike Cunningham?
                                                            
                       CARNE
You heard me.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
But, sir, Mike's been out of
commission for years. He's a
wreck.
                                                            
                       CARNE
He's talented in finding people.
Recommission him. I can't afford
to have you directly involved.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
What about Baker and his crew?
Mike and I trained --
                                                            
                       CARNE
No. Baker's a loose cannon. Need I
remind you I'm running for
president? Get Mike or I'll find
somebody to do it for you.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Yes, sir.
                                                            
Doyle places the note on a the desk, heads for the door.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Eugene.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Sir?
                                                            

13.

                       CARNE
Speaking of Baker. What about that
assignment we did give him?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Should be tonight.
                                                            
Carne gulps down his bourbon.
                                                            
EXT./INT. ROADWAY - BLACK TOWNCAR (MOVING) - NIGHT
                                                            
ROCKY drives. In the passenger seat beside him sits THADDIUS
BAKER. Ambitious, cold, bold and deadly leader.

In the back passenger seats are DUVAL STRAYSON and BILLY
(THE GUN) GUNTHER. They both read over separate dossiers.
Not men you would want to cross paths with.
                                                            
                       BAKER
You keep watch, Rock.
                                                            
                       ROCKY
Got it, Baker. Short beep of the
horn if anybody shows up
unexpectedly.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Gunther. Strayson. You good with
your assignments?
                                                            
                       GUNTHER
' Um Good, chief.
                                                            
                       STRAYSON
Ready.
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (refers to GPS on
       phone)
Fifteen minutes we should be
there.
                                                            
 
EXT. BRIARWOOD COUNTRY CLUB - EVENING
                                                            
TITLE UP: BRIARWOOD COUNTRY CLUB - HAMBURG, NY
                                                            
Sporting a Briarwood Security uniform Baker approaches the
guard at the country club's entrance.
                                                            
                       SECURITY GUARD
Hey. You new?
                                                            

14.

                       BAKER
Yeah.
                                                            
Baker pulls a silencer-tipped pistol. Aims at the guards
head, forcing him to open the entrance, as Gunther and
Strayson emerge from landscaped bushes nearby and follow
them inside.
                                                            
 
INT. BRIAWOOD COUNTRY CLUB - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
The lobby's empty. Water SPLASHING. Men and women's voices
and laughter from down the hall towards the pool area rides
on the hallways quietness.

Baker shoots the guard in the head. Strayson grabs hold of
him before he sinks to the floor, as Gunther quickly wraps a
towel around the guard's fatal wound to absorb the blood
spill.
                                                            
 
INT. BRIARWOOD COUNTRY CLUB - SWIMMING POOL/SAUNA - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Three MEN in the pool with three attractive nude WOMEN. Two
of the men along with the women toss a beach ball around.
One of the men puffs on a cigar, as he casually watches the
activity from the pool's edge.
                                                            
Baker, Strayson and Gunther enter. One of the women notice
them and SCREAMS, drawing everyone's attention. The cigar
smoker calmly removes the cigar from his mouth.
                                                            
                       CIGAR MAN
What the hell is this?
                                                            
                       BAKER
I can tell you, old man, we ain't
from Pizza Hut.
                                                            
Baker signals to Gunther and Strayson. They move on their
respective targets and take them out. The women SCREAM,
panic, attempt to leave the pool. Cigar man's still alive.
For now.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Ladies. Ladies. Please stay where
you are and quiet down. We won't
be here much longer. I promise.
                                                            
Baker indicates to Strayson and Gunther to retrieve the
women's handbags located on the beach chairs. They bring the
items to him. Baker reaches into the first bag and pulls out
a drivers license.
                                                            

15.

                       BAKER
Lydia. Nice pic.
                                                            
Baker hands the license to Gunther. He looks at, then
pockets it. Baker pulls another drivers license from the
second bag.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Ava. Pretty.
                                                            
He gives that one to Strayson. Takes out the third woman's
drivers license.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Tamara. This one I keep. Now, I
hope you ladies have a very short
memory. Because if not, well...
                                                            
Baker walks over to the man with the cigar, who appears a
little nervous, but overly calm nonetheless given the
circumstances. Baker kneels beside him.
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (to Gunther and
       Strayson)
Ya'll go to the car.
                                                            
                       STRAYSON
      (to Baker)
What the hell, man? Do him and
let's get the fuck outta here.
                                                            
Baker's glare at Strayson says it all.
                                                            
                       STRAYSON
      (to Gunther)
Come on. Let's go.
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (to cigar man)
No fear. Admirable. I like that.
                                                            
                       CIGAR MAN
Don't let me fool you. I'm scared
shitless. Did three tours in Nam.
Led men in battle. You learn not
to show fear. Old habit.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Veteran. Shame.
                                                            

16.

                       CIGAR MAN
You don't have to go through with
it.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Unfortunately, soldier, you're
wrong. Sorry.
                                                            
Baker removes a 12 inch bladed knife from a belted sheath.
He places the gun to cigar man's head.
                                                            
 
EXT. HARLEM - 135TH STREET AND MALCOLM X BLVD - DAY
                                                            
Black Mercedes CLS pulls to parking space in front of a run
down turn-of-the-century six story brick tenement building.
Doyle emerges from the driver side of the Mercedes and
enters the building.
                                                            
 
INT. BUILDING - 6TH FLOOR - MIKE'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Living room's been neglected for months, probably years.
Mike wears pajama pants and a soiled T-shirt. Unshaven,
drink in hand he slumps on the a couch, lit cigarette
dangling from his mouth. Aims a remote at the television.
                                                            
KNOCK at the door. Mike's reluctant to answer it. Annoyed,
he gets up. Goes to the door.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Who is it?
                                                            
                       DOYLE (O.S.)
Julian, Mike. Julian Doyle.
                                                            
Mike hangs his head. Pauses. Finally unlocks and opens the
door.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Hello, Mike.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Julian. This can't be good.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
That anyway to greet an old
friend?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I don't know. Never had any.
                                                            
After an awkward pause.
                                                            

17.

                       DOYLE
Inviting me in?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Thinkin' about that.
                                                            
Mike steps aside. Doyle enters. He follows Mike down the
short hall to the living room. Doyle looks the place over.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Maid's on vacation.
                                                            
Mike sits down on the couch. Lifts his whiskey glass.
Swallows down to the corner. Doyle takes a seat on a chair,
placing a briefcase atop the coffee table.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Got a job for you, Mike. From the
looks of things seems you can use
the money.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I don't recall sendin' a resume.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Believe me wasn't my idea.
                                                            
Mike pours more whiskey into the glass.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Then who's the ignoramus?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
      (after a brief
       pause)
Carne.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Visit's over. Horrible seein' ya.
                                                            
Mike's to his feet. Starts towards the door.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Mike. Chill. Here me out.
Please.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I already know I ain't gonna like
what I hear.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Maybe this is just the thing you
need.
                                                            

18.

                       MIKE
Sure ya not workin' for Doctor
Phil?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Come on, Mike. Have a seat. Relax.
                                                            
Mike sits back down.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'm listenin'.
                                                            
Doyle opens the dossier. Pulls out two 4 by 6 photos and
other papers. Hands it to Mike. After looking over the
photographs, Mike eyes Doyle.
                                                            
ON PHOTOGRAPHS
                                                            
Peter Carne and Ruth.
                                                            
BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ya shittin' me, right? Their just
kids.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Not anymore. Thieves and
exhortionist.
                                                            
                       MIKE
That right? And old Carney's their
mark?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Boy's his son. Peter. Girl's
name's Ruth. That's all we got on
her.
                                                            
Mike cracks up.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Oh, this just gets better. Been
years since I belly-ached like
this. This is good. His son. How'd
they hook up?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Girl worked as a housekeeper.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Still the freak that Carne. Let me
guess: Romeo here falls for
Juliet. They five-finger discount
            (MORE)

19.

                       MIKE (cont'd)
daddy and skip town.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
All he wants you to do is find
them. Bring them back.
                                                            
                       MIKE
That's all, uh? And Juliet, what
happens to her?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Not your concern.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'd be an accessory. Hell it
ain't.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Your worried being an accessory.
Give me a break. You been locked
up here in the dark so long you
must thing your a monk.
                                                            
Mike ponders as he looks over the pictures again. Fills his
glass with more whiskey. Drinks.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Just a kid. Don't like it.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
      (sighs)
1982. Christmas. Washington, D.C..
Remember that?
                                                            
                       MIKE
How can I forget?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
I was hoping I wouldn't have to go
there. One phone call to
authorities and your a death row
inmate.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I wouldn't fall alone.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Your word against his? Get real.
Simple job, Mike. He sent me here
with a blank check. From the looks
of it you can use the cash.
                                                            

20.

                       MIKE
Generous of him. Who asked you?
You and I both know there's no
simple jobs where Carne's
concerned.
                                                            
Mike pauses.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CON'T)
Shit, Julian. My ticker's shot.
Doubt I could hit the side of a
barn with a baseball bat much less
a bullet. And this ain't no
self-pity. It's reality.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
I told him you was washed up.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You obviously wasn't very
convincing. What about that nut
case Baker and his crew?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
You know better. He can trust you.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Like I got a choice.
                                                            
Mike indulges yet another, heavier swallow of whiskey. Doyle
looks on. WE can almost sense his empathy.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
The ghost won't go away, Mike. No
matter how much you consume. I
know.
                                                            
                       MIKE
How ya live with it? The things we
done - who and... what we become?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Accept it. Denying is where all
your problems start, Mike.
                                                            
Mike remains silent, contemplative.
                                                            
                       DOYLE (CON'T)
So what do you say?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Like I said, like I have a damn
choice.
                                                            

21.

                       DOYLE
      (referring to
       dossier)
Keep that.
                                                            
Doyle stands. Hands Mike a satchel.
                                                            
                       DOYLE (CON'T)
Expense cash for travel, meals,
background checks. Whatever. You
get paid in full after. You know
the routine.
                                                            
                       MIKE
One other thing.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
What's that?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Tell Carne I said this is it.
Threats or not. I'm done.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
You got it, Mike.
                                                            
Doyle exits.
                                                            
 
EXT. GLOBAL RECOVERY CENTER - MORNING
                                                            
TITLE UP: WASHINGTON, DC
                                                            
Silver Escalade eases into a visitor's parking space in the
center's parking lot. A MAN and WOMAN emerge from the SUV.
They enter the three story Global Recovery building.
                                                            
 
INT. GLOBAL RECOVERY CENTER - OFFICE - MORNING
                                                            
Sprawling office space of cubicles. Phones RING incessantly
over chorus of CHATTER. One wall is devoted to posters of
missing people of all ages and races. The classic happy face
sticker is placed next to the ones recently found. Not many.
                                                            
The Black couple sits in a cubicle with MRS. INGRAM,
department manager. The woman is WANDA, who goes now by the
married name of Pierce. Her husband is RAY PIERCE.
                                                            
                       WANDA
      (to Mrs. Ingram)
... six months, Mrs. Ingram, since
you've had my daughter's case and
all you've told us is nothing,
            (MORE)

22.

                       WANDA (cont'd)
yet.
                                                            
                       MRS. INGRAM
I understand your frustration,
Mrs. Pierce. I assure you we're
doing our best. We're overwhelmed
with thousands of cases --
                                                            
                       WANDA
Yeah, well, you're best isn't good
enough for me. And I'm not the
least interested in excuses.
                                                            
                       RAY
Wanda.
                                                            
                       WANDA
You have children, Mrs. Ingram?
                                                            
                       MRS. INGRAM
Yes, I do.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Hope you never have to wake up to
find them gone from home. Not
knowing if they're dead or alive?
That, Mrs. Ingram, is
overwhelming.
                                                            
 
EXT. GLOBAL RECOVERY CENTER PARKING LOT - SUV - MORNING
                                                            
Ray is at the wheel. Wanda sits in the passenger seat beside
him.
                                                            
                       RAY
Think you were a little harsh back
there?
                                                            
                       WANDA
I hope so.
                                                            
                       RAY
Don't know if that helps our
situation.
                                                            
                       WANDA
She's not your daughter, Ray.
You've no idea...
                                                            
She pauses off Ray's hurt expression.
                                                            

23.

                       WANDA (CON'T)
Ray, I'm sorry. I didn't mean
that.
                                                            
                       RAY
You're right. She's not my flesh
and blood, Wanda, but her missing
sure as hell hurts as if she were.
                                                            
Wanda's silent, staring thoughtfully out the windshield,
beyond it. Tears spill from her eyes. Ray takes hold of her
hand.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I'm going to him.
                                                            
                       RAY
Who?
                                                            
Wanda turns from the window to face Ray.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Her father.
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - RAY AND WANDA - MORNING
                                                            
They enter the vestibule.
                                                            
                       RAY
You promised you'd never have
anything to do with him.
Especially where it concerns Ruth.
                                                            
                       WANDA
That was before she went missing.
If anybody can find her or find
out what's happened to her, it's
him.
                                                            
                       RAY
Jesus, Wanda. What makes you think
he'll even be willing to look for
her?
                                                            
Ray accepts Wanda's coat from her, hangs it in the closet...
                                                            
                       WANDA
The truth.
                                                            
 

24.

EXT. MEXICO VILLA - BEACH - EVENING
                                                            
TITLE UP: VALHALLA, MEXICO
                                                            
The sun sets across the expanse of the Gulf Coast. The Villa
is nestled on the beach fifty yards from the shoreline. Ruth
and Peter, carrying a suitcase, enter the Villa.
                                                            
 
INT. MEXICO VILLA - SUITE - NIGHT
                                                            
Peter and Ruth on the bed, making love.
                                                            
                                         SLIGHT TIME LAPSE:
                                                            
In a pair of shorts, beer bottle in hand, Peter sits in a
wicker chair by the window, staring up at the moon,
thoughtful.
                                                            
Ruth emerges from the bathroom, drying her hair with a
towel.
                                                            
                       PETER
Hey, beautiful.
                                                            
Ruth sits on Peter's lap.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Thank you, Peter.
                                                            
                       PETER
For what?
                                                            
                       RUTH
You didn't have to do this.
                                                            
                       PETER
Yes, I did.
                                                            
                       RUTH
I am a little worried though.
                                                            
                       MIKE
About what?
                                                            
                       RUTH
You're father's a powerful man.
And if he's capable of doing those
things to those women... and even
killing one of them --
                                                            

25.

                       PETER
That's why I got you out of there.
You don't have to worry. With what
we got on him he won't dare try to
harm you. I promise.
                                                            
Ruth looks at him, uncertain, but changes the subject, as
she stands and goes to the window.
                                                            
                       RUTH
I've always wanted come to this
place. This is a dream come true.
I just...
                                                            
                       PETER
What?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Nothing. We're here now. Let's
just enjoy it.
                                                            
She kisses him and saunters to the dresser to comb her hair.
                                                            
 
INT. BAKER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
                                                            
TITLE UP: WEST SIDE, MANHATTAN
                                                            
Gourmet kitchen. Baker prepares a meal. DOORBELL RINGS.
Baker heads to the door. Checks through peephole. Unlocks
and opens the door. Doyle's the visitor.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Hey.
                                                            
Doyle enters.
                                                            
                       BAKER (CON'T)
Sure, come on in.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Got an assignment for you. You.
Not the crew. At least not yet.
                                                            
                       BAKER
I'm listening.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Starting tomorrow I want you to
tail Mike Cunningham.
                                                            
                       BAKER
You're kidding. What the hell for?
                                                            

26.

                       DOYLE
Just do it.
                                                            
The two men stare at one another.
                                                            
                       BAKER
This got anything to do with
Carne's kid?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
What if it does?
                                                            
                       BAKER
Oh. I get it. Me and the crew's
not good enough for that job.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
This ain't a goddamn debate,
Baker.
                                                            
Baker returns to the stove to attend his cuisine.
                                                            
                       DOYLE (CON'T)
Another thing. That last job. What
the hell were you thinking?
                                                            
                       BAKER
What?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Don't fuck with me. You know what.
A little over the top, you think?
                                                            
Baker steps to the sink. Calmly places down the stirring
utensil after tasting the sauce. Faces Doyle.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Did you know warriors in some
ancient cultures were known to
consume the hearts of their
enemies? They believed they could
obtain their bravery.
                                                            
Doyle looks at the pots on the stove, then regards Baker.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Never invite me over for dinner.
                                                            
Baker smiles, as Doyle heads for the door.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Tell Carne he's making a grave
mistake getting Mike involved.
                                                            

27.

Doyle exits.
                                                            
 
INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Shade is down at the window. In semi-darkness, Mike is
seated on the couch, despondent. He takes a drag on a
cigarette. Downs a glass of whiskey. Raises the barrel of a
.45, pressing it to his temple.
                                                            
 
INT. SILVER ESCALADE - WANDA AND RAY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Wanda and Ray inside the vehicle parked outside Mike's
apartment building. Wanda unbuckles her seat belt.
                                                            
                       RAY
You sure about this?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Yes.
                                                            
                       RAY
Want me to come with you?
                                                            
                       WANDA
No. I'll be fine.
                                                            
Wanda exits the vehicle.
                                                            
 
INT. BLACK MERCEDES - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Baker sits in the car across the street from Mike's
apartment building. Unaware of who Wanda is he he refers to
his watch, bored.
                                                            
 
INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
                                                            
Mike's hand shakes as his finger slowly begins squeezing the
gun's trigger.

A KNOCK at the door. Mike is both startled and relieved,
nonetheless does not respond. Another KNOCK.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (after a beat)
Who is it?
                                                            
                       WANDA (OS)
Mike? It's me, Mike. Wanda.
                                                            

28.

                       MIKE
Wanda?
                                                            
Mike fumbles to put away the gun under the couch cushion.
Hides the liquor.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Wanda, hold on. Gimme a minute.
                                                            
He scrambles around straighting up the place much as
possible, does a lousy job. After raising the shade at the
window he goes to the door. Takes a deep breath. Opens it.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Wanda. Hey. What... what a
surprise.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Hello, Mike. I... hope I'm not
intruding.
                                                            
                       MIKE
No. No. It's fine. Come in. Excuse
the place. Fired my maid. She was
a lousy housekeeper.
                                                            
Wanda steps inside. Regards Mike's appearance.
                                                            
                       WANDA
How are you?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Great. You... you look great,
Wanda. Really. Have a seat?
                                                            
Not sure where, Wanda finally decides on the couch.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Uh, don't have much in the way of
drinks. Water. Tap. Wouldn't
recommend it. I can make some
coffee. Least the water will boil.
                                                            
                       WANDA
No. Thanks. I won't be long.
                                                            
Mike's nervous, uncomfortable. Sits on a chair.
                                                            
                       MIKE
So... how many years has it been
now?
                                                            

29.

                       WANDA
About twenty one. Yeah. Twenty one
years.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Yeah. Wow. How'd ya find me?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Sources. Determination. To be
honest, Mike... I... I've been
keeping track of you for years.
                                                            
                       MIKE
No shit? I mean... sorry. Really?
Years? Why?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Let's just say... mother's
instinct.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ya lost me.
                                                            
Wanda opens her pocketbook and removes a photograph. She
hesitates at first, then offers Mike the photo.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What's this?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Reason I'm here.
                                                            
Mike looks at the photo. The image on it does not register
right away, then...

PHOTOGRAPH

Ruth dressed in a prom gown, cradling a bouquet of flowers.
She looks a little younger, but not unmistakable.

BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
Mike struggles not only to pretend he doesn't recognize the
girl in the photograph, but also against a level of
discomfort that just increased tenfold.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Pretty young lady. Who is she?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Her name's Ruth. She's your
daughter, Mike. Our daughter.
                                                            

30.

Mike is silent for a moment.
                                                            
                       MIKE
This some kind of joke?
                                                            
                       WANDA
No, Mike. No joke.
                                                            
Mike stands to his feet. Paces.
                                                            
                       MIKE
How --
                                                            
                       WANDA
Besides other reasons, she was the
main one I left you. I found out I
was pregnant. Left before you did.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Why?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Because if you found out one way
or another you wouldn't have left
us alone. I didn't want her...
knowing who or what you were.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Jesus.
                                                            
Wanda stands.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I'm sorry. I can't blame you for
being upset. I just hope you
understand why I had to leave. It
was for her.
                                                            
                       MIKE
So you wait twenty years to tell
me? Why now?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Our daughter's missing, Mike. It's
been over six months... and... I
don't if she's alive or --
                                                            
                       MIKE
She is.
                                                            
Wanda regards him, strangely.
                                                            

31.

                       MIKE
I mean... don't think like that.
What happened?
                                                            
                       WANDA
She... ran away. Actually.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ran away. Why?
                                                            
                       WANDA
She found out Ray, her
step-father, wasn't her real one.
Damn internet. We argued. Woke up
the next day and she was gone.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You pretended all those years? I
don't blame her for being pissed
off.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Don't you dare judge me. Don't.
Not you.
                                                            
Wanda breaks down, crying.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Hey... look. I... didn't mean...
I'm sorry, Wanda. You was right
what ya did.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I'm so sorry, Mike, but --
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ya don't have to explain. I
understand.
                                                            
Wanda looks at him, pleadingly.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'll find her. Promise.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Mike. Thank you.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Least I can do.
                                                            
                       WANDA
We can pay --
                                                            

32.

                       MIKE
Don't. Please don't do that.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I don't know what --
                                                            
                       MIKE
Under one condition. Does she know
anything about me?
                                                            
                       WANDA
I... she didn't say, but I don't
think so. It's not like you've
ever been in the grid.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Good. We keep it that way. Okay?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Mike... you sure?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I ain't exactly runner up for dad
of the century.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I don't know what to say.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ya said it.
                                                            
                       WANDA
You... sound so certain. That
you'll find her.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ya wouldn't have come here if ya
didn't believe I could. Now you go
home. Relax. I'll come by tomorrow
for some more info on her.
                                                            
He escorts Wanda to the door. As she steps beyond it, she
turns, plants a kiss on Mike's cheek.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Thank you.
                                                            
 
EXT. 135TH STREET AND MALCOLM X BLVD - LATER
                                                            
Mike exits the apartment building appearing shaved, wearing
white shirt, jeans and and black leather jacket.
                                                            

33.

ACROSS THE STREET
                                                            
Baker sees him. Starts the Mercedes.
                                                            
MIKE
                                                            
walks gets into an 80's model Monte Carlo that's perhaps
seen better days.
                                                            
 
EXT. MALCOLM X BLVD - DAY
                                                            
Baker's Mercedes follows Mike's Monte Carlo on the downtown
traffic side. The Monte Carlo turns right on 125th Street.
Mike double parks in front of a McDonald's. Gets out and
enters the establishment.

Baker parks no more than two car length's behind the Monte
Carlo.
                                                            
                                         MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Mike comes out of McDonald's with a bag, chewing on a Big
Mac, as he heads back to his car. Drives eastward. Pulls to
an open space in front of a Bank of America ATM.

Baker's Mercedes cruises slowly pass the Monte Carlo. Pulls
over to double park three cars away.

After taking his cash from the ATM, Mike heads to his car.
Drives off. Baker swings aggressively into oncoming traffic
to follow, causing a motorist to curse him with his horn.

Mike signals and the Monte Carlo turns right on Amsterdam
Avenue down to 127th Street. He parks in front of an ANTIQUE
THRIFT STORE. Baker's Mercedes slows to a double park a few
cars behind.
                                                            
 
INT. ANTIQUE THRIFT STORE - DAY
                                                            
The PROPRIETOR'S leaning over a ledger on the counter,
writing something. This is LINCOLN. Lincoln looks up from
the ledger when Mike enters the store.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Lincoln. My man. What's doin'?
                                                            
                       LINCOLN
Look'a here what the wind blew in.
How goes it, Mike?
                                                            

34.

                       MIKE
It goes.
                                                            
                       LINCOLN
What can I do you, Mike?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Need to use ya phone.
                                                            
Lincoln places his cell phone on the counter.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Not that. Land line. Pay phone.
Still got one?
                                                            
                       LINCOLN
Seriously, brother man, you need
to come out that cave you live in.
Get with the times. In the back.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Appreciate it.
                                                            
Mike heads to the back of the store through a maze of
collected items.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ya actually sell this shit?
                                                            
                       LINCOLN
Got some damn nerve, boy. Old as
your ass is you stay round here
too long and I'll tag a price on
your sorry ass.
                                                            
At the pay phone Mike drops in some quarters. Dials.
                                                            
 
INT. STANLEY'S APARTMENT - STANLEY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Stanley's a large, bulk of a man. He answers his cell phone.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
F.B.I.
                                                            
 
INT. ANTIQUE THRIFT STORE - MIKE - DAY
                                                            
                       MIKE
Yeah, right. Impersonating a fed's
a federal crime ya know.
                                                            

35.

                       STANLEY (OS)
Who is this?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Mike.
                                                            
 
INT. STANLEY'S APARTMENT - DAY
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Hang 'em high, Mike? Damn. What's
poppin'? You finally decided to
come out your cave?
                                                            
 
INT. ANTIQUE THRIFT STORE - DAY
                                                            
                       MIKE
Yeah. Only to find everybody's
turned comedian. You still pushin'
that piece'a shit jalopy of yours?
                                                            
 
INT. STANLEY'S APARTMENT - DAY
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Don't diss my ride. You still
driving a horse and buggy?
                                                            
 
INT. ANTIQUE THRIFT STORE - DAY
                                                            
                       MIKE
Wanna make some quick cash? Enough
for a new set of wheels?
                                                            
                       STANLEY (OS)
Damn. Who's on your smoke list?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Not even. Here's all I need ya to
do.
                                                            
 
EXT. HARLEM - CAR WASH - DAY
                                                            
Baker's Mercedes waits nearby on the street.

Mike's Monte Carlo emerges from the car wash bay clean,
shining. After its towel dried by two ATTENDANTS, Mike tips
them and drives off.

Just as Baker pulls off an 80's Buick Electra 225 slams into

36.

the drivers side of Baker's Mercedes. Baker jumps out car to
assess the damage, cursing, as Mike drives away.
                                                            
 
EXT. HARLEM - CAR WASH - LATER
                                                            
Two tow trucks. Cops. Spectators. Stanley talks with a cop.
Baker's on his cell phone, as he eyes Stanley with murderous
intent. A second cop approaches him, handing him back his
driver's license, registration and insurance papers.
                                                            
                       SECOND COP
Here you go, Mr. Baker. You can
get the police report at the
precinct around noon tomorrow,
okay?
                                                            
                       BAKER
Thank you, officer.
                                                            
The cop walks away.
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (into cell phone)
I lost him. What do you think? You
need to send somebody to pick me
up. My car's being towed. Shit.
                                                            
                       DOYLE (O.S.)
      (phone filter)
What exactly happened?
                                                            
                       BAKER
I was getting ready to follow him
after he left the car wash.
Asshole slammed into me out of
nowhere.
                                                            
                       DOYLE (O.S.)
Out of nowhere? He still around?
                                                            
                       BAKER
Yeah. Giving a cop some bullshit
story.
                                                            
                       DOYLE (O.S.)
Send me a picture of him.
                                                            
                       BAKER
What?
                                                            

37.

                       DOYLE (O.S.)
Use your phone to send me a
picture of the guy.
                                                            
Baker uses his cell phone to snap a picture of Stanley
talking to the cop. Sends a text to Doyle.
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (into cell phone)
Happy?
                                                            
                       DOYLE (O.S.)
You won't be. You was set up. I
know him. Stanley Brent.
                                                            
                       BAKER
That's the name on his insurance
card. Sonofabitch.
                                                            
                       DOYLE (O.S.)
Back when he did some minor jobs
for me and Mike. Low level muscle.
                                                            
                       BAKER
That right?
                                                            
                       DOYLE (O.S.)
Stay frosty, Baker. Don't do
nothing stupid. I'll contact
Gunther to pick you up.
                                                            
Baker cuts the call. Stares hard at Stanley. The cop heads
back to his patrol car. Stanley stares back at Baker.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
      (to Baker)
Apologies, chief, okay?. My bad.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Don't worry about it. That's what
auto insurance is for. Right?
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Right.
                                                            
Stanley hails a cab.
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (soto)
Hope you got life insurance too,
motherfucker.
                                                            
 

38.

INT. WANDA AND ROY'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
                                                            
Mike, Wanda and Ray in the foyer.
                                                            
                       WANDA
      (to Mike)
Ray. Mike. Mike. Ray.
                                                            
Mike and Ray shake hands, but WE detect slight tension
between them.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ray.
                                                            
                       RAY
Heard a lot about you, Mike.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I heard.
                                                            
An awkward beat of silence between the three of them.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (to Wanda)
Ruth's room?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Oh. Sure this way.
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - RUTH'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Neat. Soft pastel colors. Desktop computer on a contemporary
desk. All the tell-tale signs of a budding teenage girl's
domain. Mike enters the room. Wanda remains uncomfortably in
the doorway. Ray stands beside her.

Mike takes a moment to look the room over. A mural on the
wall depicting a sunset on a beach draws his attention.
Stenciled in bold black letters on the bottom of the mural:
VALHALA, MEXICO.
                                                            
                       MIKE
She keep a diary?
                                                            
                       WANDA
      (reluctant)
I... Yes.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Can ya get it? May I see it?
                                                            

39.

                       WANDA
I... I don't know about that. Why
do you want to see her diary?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Could be something in it that's a
clue. Could be a lot of clues.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I'm not comfortable with that. I'm
not.
                                                            
                       RAY
      (to Wanda)
Honey, he could be right.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (to Wanda)
Have ya read it?
                                                            
Wanda has a blank, but telling expression on her face.
                                                            
                       WANDA
It... just... just seems like such
a violation of her inner privacy.
                                                            
                       RAY
      (to Wanda)
But, baby, I agree with Mike. He
--
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ray. Could you give us a minute?
I'd appreciate it.
                                                            
Ray confers to Wanda. She nods. Ray walks away.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I know your afraid of what ya
might find out about her feelings.
Given the situation now it might
be too much for ya. I understand.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Oh, god. You're right. Maybe I
should've read it. I just --
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'll read it. Whatever I learn
stays with me to my grave. But if
ya want me to help, Wanda, I need
to see it.
                                                            

40.

Mike moves closer to Wanda. They stare at one another,
deeply.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CON'T)
I wanna bring Ruth home. To you.
For you. I would do that if she
wasn't mines.
                                                            
Wanda studies his face.
                                                            
                       WANDA
It's in our bedroom. I'll get it.
                                                            
She turns, but stops, turning back to Mike.
                                                            
                       WANDA (CON'T)
Mike. Is there something your not
telling me?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Like what?
                                                            
                       WANDA
I'm asking. I just feel like...
Never mind.
                                                            
                                         SLIGHT TIME LAPSE
                                                            
Wanda returns with the diary. Gives it to Mike.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Thank you. I'd like to read it.
Here. Alone. That okay with you?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Call me when your done.
                                                            
Wanda exists the room, closing the door gently, but not all
the way. Mike holds the diary in his hand, like its the most
delicate possession in the world. He sits on the bed. Opens
it and reads.
                                                            
 
INT. STANLEY'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON
                                                            
Holding grocery bags in his arms, Stanley's entered his
apartment. Crosses a hall that opens into

THE KITCHEN

where Baker's sitting in a chair at the table sporting a
pair of black leather gloves. Surprised, Stanley drops the
grocery bags.
                                                            

41.

                       STANLEY
Fuck, man. Hell you doing in my
fucking crib, yo?
                                                            
Baker's the epitome of cool.
                                                            
                       BAKER
You weren't home, Mr. Stanley
Brent. So I took the liberty to
let myself in.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
What? Yo. And you don't see a
problem with that?
                                                            
                       BAKER
Au contraire. I see thee problem
alright. And I'm here to fix it.
                                                            
Stanley looks around, suspiciously.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Don't worry, Stan. It's just you
and me.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
This about the accident? I thought
we was good.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Well. Not so good.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Fuck you want then? Money? Cash
money?
                                                            
                       BAKER
Money. Don't insult me, Stanley. I
look like I need money from the
likes of you?
                                                            
Stanley does not appreciate the insult.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Fuck you. Spit it. Fuck you want?
                                                            
                       BAKER
A confession.
                                                            

42.

                       STANLEY
A what? Confession? You a fucking
priest or some shit? A crazy one
at that? Coming up in my
motherfucking --
                                                            
As Stanley moves towards him, Baker reaches inside his
jacket, slowly removes a P320 Sig Sauer with sound
suppressor.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Whoa. Chill, my man. Rein in the
madness, Holmes. It's just a damn
car.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Confess, Stan.
                                                            
Stanley eyes the butcher's knife sitting in the block set on
the kitchen counter an arm's reach from him.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
To what? I apologized for the
accident. Admitted it was my
fault. It's in the cop's report.
You'll see it.
                                                            
                       BAKER
I'm getting a little annoyed with
you, Stanley. And it's not a good
idea to annoy a man with a gun in
his hand.
                                                            
Stanley snatches up the butcher's knife, as he lunges
towards Baker. Baker FIRES a single shot to Stanley's knee
cap. He falls to the floor. The knife falls from his hand as
he writhes in pain.
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (stands)
Haven't you heard, Stanley.
Confession's good for the soul.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Fuck. You shot me.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Pretty obvious. Now, before I send
you to your maker or the maker's
nemesis. More than likely the
latter in your case. Confess you
hit my car for Mike Cunningham.
                                                            

43.

Stanley peers up at Baker, surprised.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Fuck you in hell.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Your loyalty's noble, Stanley. But
stupid.
                                                            
Baker SHOOTS Stanley in the other knee cap. Stanley CRIES
out in pain.
                                                            
                       STANLEY
Fuck you. If I have to come after
your ass in a wheelchair --
                                                            
                       BAKER
You won't.
                                                            
Baker SHOOTS Stanley in the head point blank, then RIDDLES
his body with the remaining shells from the Sig.
                                                            
Baker steps over Stanley's body. Lifts a basket of
strawberries off the floor. Washes them over the sink. Eats
one. Likes the taste. Eats another. Looks at Stanley. Aims
his weapon at him. Pulls the trigger. Empty. He leaves.
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - RUTH'S BEDROOM - AFTERNOON
                                                            
Mike's still reading Ruth's diary:
                                                            
                       RUTH (V.O.)
Roy is not my father. I can't even
believe I'm writing these words.
God please wake me up and tell me
that my entire life hasn't been
one big lie. That the one man I
thought I could trust, the one
person I thought would always make
sense of this senseless fucked up
world did not lie about being my
Dad. Like what do I do with this
now? What is the point in me even
knowing after all these years! I'm
just so sick!!! My security. My
cover. My shield, my shelter. All
a lie.
                                                            
Mike pauses to reflect. He continues reading:
                                                            

44.

                       RUTH (V.O.)
My entire identity has been
completely stripped from me -
erased! And now I'm left
wondering...who really is my
father? Did he know about this lie
too? About me? Do I even give a
damn about meeting him at this
point, like what is there to say?
All these years - lies! I would've
never thought. Of all the pain. To
think I come from a man, who never
really made me.
                                                            
Mike closes the diary. His eyes moistened with tears, he
stands and drying his eyes, leaves the room.
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Mike hands the diary back to Wanda.
                                                            
                       MIKE
She has a best friend. Lydia. Ya
know her?
                                                            
                       WANDA
Lydia? Yes. She lives across the
street.
                                                            
                       MIKE
She home now?
                                                            
                       WANDA
No. I think she still works at the
mall. She calls or drops by now
and then asking if we heard
anything about Ruth.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I need to talk to her. Best ya
come with me. She'll feel more
comfortable seeing a familiar
face.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I have her cell number. I'll call
her.
                                                            
 
INT. MALL - LOBBY - LATER
                                                            
Mike and Wanda are seated on a bench.
                                                            

45.

                       MIKE
Hang around a minute or so to make
her feel cozy, then leave me alone
with her.
                                                            
Wanda responds with a puzzled expression.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CON'T)
I have my reasons.
                                                            
                       WANDA
I guess.
                                                            
A pretty, well-dressed young lady approaches the bench. This
is LYDIA.
                                                            
                       LYDIA
Hi, Mrs. Pierce.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Lydia. I want to introduce you to
Mr. Cunningham. He's helping us
locate Ruth. He'd like to ask you
a few questions. That alright?
                                                            
                       LYDIA
Okay.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Hello, Lydia.
                                                            
                       LYDIA
Hello. Anything to help, but I
only have fifteen minutes for
break.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Have a seat, Lydia. This won't
take long.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Excuse me, but... I have something
to take care of. Be back in a
moment.
                                                            
Wanda steps away. Lydia sits in her place.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I understand you and Ruth have
been close friends since third
grade.
                                                            

46.

                       LYDIA
Yes.
                                                            
                       MIKE
For me third grade for me seems
like a hundred years ago.
                                                            
Shy, Lydia smiles.
                                                            
                       MIKE
When was the last time you spoke
with or saw Ruth, Lydia?
                                                            
                       LYDIA
About... two weeks before she ran
away.
                                                            
                       MIKE
She mention anything to you? About
her leaving?
                                                            
                       LYDIA
No. She was just pretty upset
after finding out Mr. Pierce
wasn't her real dad.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I see. No mention of leaving.
Anything like that. Ya sure?
                                                            
                       LYDIA
Certain. She was especially angry
at her mom though. Not just for
the lie. I mean --
                                                            
                       MIKE
It's okay.
                                                            
                       LYDIA
I just feel weird talking about it
to a stranger. Personal stuff
about Mrs. Pierce, I mean.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I promise you, Lydia, whatever you
tell me stays with me.
                                                            
                       LYDIA
It wasn't just the big lie, but
when Ruth confronted Mrs. Pierce
about it she refused to tell her
who her real dad was. I think that
really pissed her off even more
so. She couldn't understand why,
            (MORE)

47.

                       LYDIA (cont'd)
and Mrs. Pierce was tight lipped
about explaining anything.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Her mother loves her very much,
Lydia. Sometimes parents have good
reasons for hiding certain things
from their kids.
                                                            
                       LYDIA
I know. But that don't stop how
you feel. She said her life felt
like a lie. She felt betrayed. By
everybody.
                                                            
Mike takes in a deep breath.
                                                            
                       LYDIA (CON'T)
I don't much blame her though.
Maybe she shouldn't have run away.
I just hope she's okay. I hope you
can find her, Mr. Cunningham.
Ruthie's a good person. They're a
nice family.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Going to do my best, Lydia. Tell
me, Ruth ever mention anything to
you about traveling? Going
somewhere exotic?
                                                            
Lydia thinks it over.
                                                            
                       LYDIA
Wait. Come to think about it, yes.
A place in Mexico. She always
talked about going to Mexico.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Mexico. Remember the place she
mentioned there?
                                                            
Lydia struggles to remember, then:
                                                            
                       LYDIA
It was a funny name. Uh... V... it
started with the letter V.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Was it Valhalla?
                                                            

48.

                       LYDIA
Yeah. Valhalla. That was it. You
know the place?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Wild guess. You been very helpful,
Lydia.
                                                            
Lydia stands as does Mike.
                                                            
                       LYDIA
You think she's in Mexico, Mr.
Cunningham?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Couldn't say. Thank you, Lydia.
                                                            
                       LYDIA
Have a nice day.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You too.
                                                            
Lydia leaves.
                                                            
 
EXT. HOUSE - STREET - AFTERNOON
                                                            
Mike is in the Monte Carlo parked in the driveway of Ray and
Wanda's house. Wanda and Ray stand outside the car.
                                                            
                       RAY
Appreciate your help, Mike.
                                                            
                       MIKE
No problem, Ray.
                                                            
                       RAY
      (to Wanda)
I'll be inside.
                                                            
Ray heads towards the house.
                                                            
                       WANDA
      (to Mike)
Don't know what else to say other
than thank you. This is the most
hopeful I've felt in months. Just
don't want to get my hopes up too
high only to be --
                                                            

49.

                       MIKE
Don't worry. If she got any of you
in her, she'll be fine.
                                                            
                       WANDA
She's got some of you too.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Then it's a lock.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You really think she could be in
Mexico?
                                                            
                       MIKE
It's a hunch. Worth checking. I'll
be in touch.
                                                            
                       WANDA
Find our little girl, Mike.
                                                            
Mike drives away.
                                                            
 
INT. MONTE CARLO (DRIVING) - MIKE - DAY
                                                            
Few blocks away, Mike pulls to the curb. Hands shaking on
the steering wheel, he reaches inside his jacket pocket for
a bottle of whiskey and sucks down a healthy swig. Stares at
his reflection in the rear view mirror.
                                                            
 
INT. BUILDING - 6TH FLOOR - EVENING
                                                            
Mike is about to unlock the door to his apartment, a tall,
slender MAN sporting a pork-pie hat appears at the top of
the stairs, breathing heavily. This is DETECTIVE JOSEPH
FOWLER.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Detective Fowler. Been years.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
Don't act like it bothers you.
When are you gonna move onto a
lower floor or in a building with
an elevator? I'm too old for this.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Poor old detective Fowler.
                                                            

50.

                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
Fuck you, Mike. You get a damn
cell phone yet?
                                                            
                       MIKE
You pay for it I will.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
I should arrest your ass. Two
charges. Abuse of a law officer
and not living in modern times.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Like I said, everybody's a
comedian these days. What graces
me with your visit?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
Know a guy by the name of Stanley
Brent?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Yeah. Why?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
He's on ice at the morgue.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
Need you to come down and ID 'im
for me. Matter of formality.
                                                            
 
INT. CITY MORGUE - NIGHT
                                                            
The dejection on Mike's face says it all, as he stares down
at Stanley's body. Detective Fowler stands on the opposite
side of Mike. The morgue ATTENDANT waits patiently by the
door.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Stanley Brent. It's him.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
Woman called the department.
Anonymously. Told us where to find
him. He was laying in the kitchen.
Shot up pretty bad. Like somebody
was pissed off at him. Know
anything about it, Mike?
                                                            

51.

                       MIKE
Should I?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
You two rode in the saddle
together on occasion.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Haven't seen Stanley in a year at
least. Maybe more.
                                                            
Detective Fowler signals to the Attendant. He enters. Pushes
the tray back into the refrigerator. Mike looks back at the
storage unit, as he and Fowler head toward the door. They
stop just outside of it.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FOWLER
Mike, if I find out your even
remotely connected to this murder
in any way our next meeting will
lack congeniality.
                                                            
Mike's too weary for a reply. Detective Fowler leaves. Mike
remains a moment, alone, reflecting on the loss of his
friend.
                                                            
 
INT. WALTER E. WASHINGTON CONVENTION CENTER - AFTERNOON
                                                            
The Republican National Convention's in full swing to a
packed house of attendees. Senator Carne steps to the podium
and is received by a frenzied ovation from the immense crowd
of supporters.

A huge SIGN in the b.g reads: Take America Back. As he
addresses the crowd he gets a concerted chorus of YES' and
YEAH's as the response.
                                                            
                       CARNE
You want integrity and
accountability in your leaders?
Jobs that pay well? Higher and
affordable education? A return to
privacy? Deficit reduction. The
list can go on. Well, you just
said yes to the man that will do
his utmost to deliver on those
promises.
                                                            
The crowd goes WILD.
                                                            
 

52.

EXT. SENATE OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT
                                                            
Carne holds a news conference. Doyle stands beside him, as
one of security personnel.
                                                            
                       REPORTER #1
Senator Carne, in light of the
death of Senator Hellerman, how do
you feel now about your chances of
winning the presidency?
                                                            
                       CARNE
Out of respect for his family,
friends and the constituency that
loved him, I have no comment.
                                                            
                       REPORTER #1
What about your son, Peter, sir?
There's a rumor he's missing.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Rumor. Peter's just not the news
hound, like his father. Being the
shy type he needed some time away
until all this is over. He's fine.
                                                            
                       REPORTER #2
What's your position on torture of
captured terorist, Senator Carne?
                                                            
                       CARNE
Loaded question, son. I would
never sanction torture, but you
realize what could be considered
torture to one is an aggressive
form of information gathering to
another. That will be all for
today. Thank you.
                                                            
Carne heads into the office building under SHOUTED questions
from a PACK of REPORTERS.
                                                            
 
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
                                                            
Mike's on a public pay phone, talking quietly but firmly.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Yeah,. Mexico.
                                                            
 

53.

INT. DOYLE'S OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
Doyle's on a cell phone.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Great job. Mexico. Brings back
memories doesn't it?
                                                            
INTERCUT BETWEEN MIKE AND DOYLE
                                                            
                       MIKE
Nothing good.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Where in Mexico?
                                                            
Reluctant, Mike hesitates a beat.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Valhalla. I wouldn't uncork the
champagne just yet. It's a lead,
but one worth checking.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
When you heading out?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Tomorrow morning. You in ya
office?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Yeah. Why?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Put Baker on.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
What makes you think he's here?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I ain't in such a good mood,
Julian. I smell the rotten
sonofabitch through the phone.
                                                            
Doyle holds the phone out to Baker.

INTERCUT BETWEEN BAKER AND MIKE
                                                            
                       BAKER
What's up?
                                                            
                       MIKE
He was my friend.
                                                            

54.

                       BAKER
Didn't know you had any.
                                                            
                       MIKE
We got a score to settle when I
get back.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Looking forward to seeing you.
                                                            
                       MIKE
We'll see.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Have a safe trip there and back,
Mike.
                                                            
Baker hands the phone back to Doyle.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
      (into cell phone)
What was that all about?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'll contact ya once I get to
Mexico.
                                                            
Mike hangs up the phone.
                                                            
 
INT. SENATE OFFICE BUILDING - CARNE'S OFFICE - LATER
                                                            
Doyle's seated on a leather sofa. Carne's at the bar pouring
himself a glass of Bourbon.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
I trust Mike's instincts.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Yesterday you were of the opinion
the man was good for nothing.
                                                            
                       DOYLE
We go back a ways. I was
attempting to protect your career.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Mexico. Couldn't have picked a
more obvious place. Stupid
youngsters.
                                                            
Carne takes a drink. Walks over to his desk.
                                                            

55.

                       CARNE
Baker's crew's been informed?
                                                            
                       DOYLE
Yes, sir.
                                                            
                       CARNE
Good. Soon all of our problems and
any potential ones will be over.
                                                            
Carne raises his glass for a toast.
                                                            
 
EXT. MEXICO - USED CAR LOT - MORNING
                                                            
TAXI pulls to a stop in front of the car lot. Peter and Ruth
emerge from it. Peter holds the suitcase.
                                                            
ACROSS THE STREET
                                                            
three conspicuous looking MEXICAN MEN standing outside a
gray pickup truck watch Peter and Ruth intently, as they
enter the used car lot.
                                                            
A short, balding, heavyset American SALESMAN approaches
Peter and Ruth.
                                                            
                       PHIL
Howdy, folks. Welcome. I'm Phil.
How can I do you fine people
today?
                                                            
Ruth is alert as a deer in the woods. She notes the three
men across the street. Peter's oblivious.
                                                            
                       PETER
We're looking to buy a car.
Nothing expensive.
                                                            
                       PHIL
You come to the right place.
Anything particular in mind?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Not no lemon.
                                                            
                       PHIL
I sell cars, honey bee. Not fruit.
Besides, this here ain't no place
to try and rip folks off. These
Indians will kill you deader than
a hammer in broad daylight.
                                                            

56.

Peter spots a late 70's era suped-up brown Chevy in decent
condition.
                                                            
                       PETER
How 'bout that one, Ruth? Not so
conspicuous, uh?
                                                            
They head over to the Chevy. Peter inspects it. Ruth looks
it over too, but she's more preoccupied with the three
Mexicans.
                                                            
                       PETER (CON'T)
This looks pretty good.
                                                            
                       PHIL
Why son, your taste in cars is as
splendiferous as your choice in
women.
                                                            
                       PETER
What you think, Ruth?
                                                            
                       RUTH
You like it?
                                                            
                       PETER
      (to Phil)
We take it for a spin. It runs
good, it's a deal.
                                                            
                       PHIL
I'll get the keys.
                                                            
 
EXT. TWO LANE DESERT HIGHWAY - CHEVY (MOVING) - DAY
                                                            
The Chevy speeds across a two lane stretch of lonely highway
where asphalt and clear blue sky merge on the horizon.
                                                            
INSIDE CHEVY
                                                            
Peter at the wheel. Ruth occupies the passenger seat.
                                                            
                       PETER
Hot damn this baby moves.
                                                            
Ruth checks the rear view mirror, and then a glance over her
shoulder to see out the rear windshield.
                                                            
                       PETER
What's wrong. You been acting a
little squirrely since we left the
dealership.
                                                            

57.

                       RUTH
I think we're being followed.
                                                            
                       PETER
Seriously? By who?
                                                            
Peter checks the rear view mirror. PETER'S POV -
                                                            
empty highway.
                                                            
BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
                       PETER
I don't see nothing but highway.
                                                            
                       RUTH
You didn't notice those three
Mexican guys across the street
from the car dealership? They were
watching us the whole time.
                                                            
                       PETER
Mexican? Of course, Ruth. We're
strangers.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Something wasn't right about them.
I could feel it.
                                                            
                       PETER
Now who's being paranoid?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Maybe.
                                                            
                       PETER
How long you think we ought to
stay at the resort?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Just until we find another place,
I guess. Preferably a place to
live.
                                                            
                       PETER
We going to stay down here
permanently?
                                                            
                       RUTH
      (looks out rear
       windshield)
Don't think so. We'll think of
something.
                                                            

58.

                       PETER
We ought to get another bag to put
this money in. We look too nerdy
walking around with this suitcase.
                                                            
Peter checks the rear view mirror. HIS POV -

a vehicles a few miles back, but moving fast.
                                                            
BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
Ruth turns and sees it too.
                                                            
                       PETER
Just another driver on the road.
                                                            
                       RUTH
You hope.
                                                            
Ruth opens her purse and removes a Glock .45.
                                                            
                       PETER
Holy shit. That a gun?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Sure ain't a toy.
                                                            
                       PETER
Jesus. Where'd you get it?
                                                            
                       RUTH
This is Mexico, Peter.
                                                            
                       PETER
Okay. Uh... you know how to use
that thing?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Trust me. My fake dad's a hunter
and gun nut. He would take me
hunting and to shooting practice.
Even those war game things.
                                                            
                       PETER
Okay. Ummm... Jesus. You plan to
use it?
                                                            
                       RUTH
If I have to.
                                                            
Peter nervously checks the rear view mirror. Ruth, the rear
windshield. RUTH'S POV -


59.

The pick-up truck now less than a mile away.

BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
                       PETER
Ruth?
                                                            
                       RUTH
What?
                                                            
                       PETER
Don't do anything crazy. Okay?
Let's just be cool until we're
sure.
                                                            
                       RUTH
I'm not crazy, Peter. I won't go
cocking off just for the hell of
it.
                                                            
The pick-up truck pulls within inches of the Chevy's rear
bumper.
                                                            
                       PETER
Oh, boy. That's not good.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Speed up. Can't this thing go
faster?
                                                            
The pick-up suddenly veers left. Passes them, speeding
ahead, disappearing into a glare of sunlight.
                                                            
                       PETER
Just some asshole. I guess you put
that away.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Not just yet.
                                                            
                       PETER
Ruth ---
                                                            
                       RUTH
Peter... Look out.
                                                            
Peter SCREECHES to a halt. Ahead of them is the pick-up
truck in the middle of the road and the three Mexican men
standing outside of it, armed with pistol, rifle and
shotgun.
                                                            
                       PETER
Fuck.
                                                            

60.

Mexican Man #1, holding the pistol speaks first.
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #1
Out of the car, gringos. We don't
want to hurt you.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Liar.
                                                            
                       PETER
What're you going to do?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Look around, Pete. After they take
the money, they'll kill us and
leave our bodies in the desert to
rot. After they do what they want
to me.
                                                            
                       PETER
You don't know that.
                                                            
                       RUTH
I know we're on a lonely road in
Mexico. Who or what's to stop
them?
                                                            
                       PETER
Fuck that. I'll kill 'em they try
to touch you.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Hold on to that attitude. We're
gonna need it.
                                                            
 
EXT. TWO LANE DESERT HIGHWAY - DAY
                                                            
Mexican Man #2 cocks the finger lever on the rifle.
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #1
I asked nicely. Next time won't be
so nice.
                                                            
The driver side door to the Chevy opens. Peter emerges,
hands raised.
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #1
What about your pretty girlfriend.
                                                            
Ruth finally steps out the car. Raises her hands.
                                                            

61.

                       PETER
What's this about?
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #1
About? How about the suitcase?
                                                            
                       PETER
What about it? It's full of
clothes.
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #1
That remains for me to see, amigo.
You two going somewhere?
                                                            
                       RUTH
None of your business.
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #1
Enough games. Give me the suitcase
that is... full of clothes.
                                                            
                       RUTH
I know what you really want.
                                                            
Ruth slowly saunters towards them, seductively.
                                                            
                       PETER
Ruth... Ruth. What are you doing?
                                                            
The men are momentarily focused on Ruth, as she begins
moving her hand over her body, starting with her breast.
                                                            
                       PETER
Ruth. Fuck you doing?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Don't pay him any mind. He really
likes to watch while I --
                                                            
Mexican Man #1 lowers his weapon, licking his lips hungrily.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Get down, Peter.
                                                            
Ruth draws her weapon from her inside her bra. FIRES. Peter
crouches down. Scuffles towards the Chevy, taking cover
behind the open driver side door.
                                                            
Ruth shoots Mexican Man #1 in the throat. He goes down,
blood gushing from the wound.
                                                            
Mexican Men #'s 2 and 3 fire their weapons as they scatter
to the pickup for cover.

62.


Ruth runs behind the Chevy.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Peter. Get in the car. Ram the
truck.
                                                            
                       PETER
What? You nuts?
                                                            
                       RUTH
I'll cover you.
                                                            
Ruth FIRES a barrage toward the truck. Peter gets into the
Chevy. Ruth quickly releases the Glock's empty clip and
shoves in full jacket.

Peter shifts the Chevy into drive. He takes FIRE from the
Mexicans. Bends down for cover. Floors the accelerator
pedal. Under Ruth's suppression fire the Chevy heads into
and RAMS the pick up.

Mexican Man #2 falls from the impact, dropping his weapon.
Scrambling to retrieve it, Ruth SHOOTS him in the stomach.

Mexican Man #3 appears from behind the pick-up, firing at
Ruth, but misses, as she goes to the ground returning fire,
hitting him in the chest. He goes down.
                                                            
                       PETER
Jesus. Ruth. Jesus Christ.
                                                            
Peter inspects the damage to the Chevy.
                                                            
                       RUTH
It still drivable?
                                                            
                       PETER
I don't know.
                                                            
Peter gets into the Chevy to see it can start. The ENGINE
WHINES.
                                                            
                       PETER
Come on, baby.
                                                            
MOANS from one of the Mexican men. Ruth follows the sound to
Mexican man #2. Still alive, she points her gun at him.
                                                            
                       PETER
Ruth. No.
                                                            

63.

                       MEXICAN MAN #2
      (in pain)
Estoy a la policia.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Peter, you know Spanish?
                                                            
                       PETER
No. What's he saying?
                                                            
                       RUTH
I don't know.
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #2
Policia.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Something about police, I think.
                                                            
Peter looks in each direction of the highway to see if
there's any sign of anyone coming. The road's empty. Mexican
man #2's hand goes towards his pocket.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Hey. Don't move.
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #2
Policia.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Peter, check his pocket. You move
I'll shoot you again. Understand?
                                                            
                       MEXICAN MAN #2
Si... si.
                                                            
Peter checks his pocket. Reaches in and pulls out a wallet.
Opens it.
                                                            
                       PETER
Jesus Christ.
                                                            
                       RUTH
What?
                                                            
Peter hands the open wallet to Ruth. It's a badge inside.
                                                            
                       RUTH
You're a cop?
                                                            
Peter rushes to Mexican Man #3. He's dead. Peter finds his
wallet. Another badge. He checks Mexican man #1. Same
result. Peter's devastated.
                                                            

64.

                       RUTH
All cops?
                                                            
Peter nods his head.
                                                            
                       PETER
We're fucked.
                                                            
                       RUTH
The car. Did it start?
                                                            
                       PETER
I have to try again.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Go ahead, Peter. Don't just stand
there. Anybody can come along any
minute.
                                                            
Peter returns to the Chevy. The engine revs.
                                                            
                       PETER
We're good.
                                                            
Ruth aims her gun once more at Mexican man #2. Peter leaves
Chevy.
                                                            
                       PETER
What are you doing?
                                                            
                       RUTH
We can't leave him alive.
                                                            
                       PETER
Are you crazy? Two are already
dead. Their cops for Christsake.
Isn't that the death penalty?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Then one more won't make a
difference.
                                                            
                       PETER
Ruth, no. Please.
                                                            
                       RUTH
He lives we die. He's seen our
faces.
                                                            
Peter's exacerbated, confused.
                                                            
                       PETER
Christ.
                                                            

65.

                       RUTH
Sorry.
                                                            
Ruth shoots Mexican #2 in the head. She shoots out all four
tires on the pick-up and walks to the passenger side of the
Chevy and gets inside. Briefly, Peter follows. Gets into the
Chevy and drives away.
                                                            
 
INT. CHEVY (MOVING) - LATER
                                                            
Peter and Ruth silent. She stares out the passenger window.
Peter's eyes on the road ahead.
                                                            
                       PETER
      (after a few beats)
No turning back. We're murderers
now.
                                                            
                       RUTH
You didn't kill anybody.
                                                            
                       PETER
Wouldn't make a difference to a
court.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Could you pull over.
                                                            
                       PETER
Think that's a good idea right
now?
                                                            
                       RUTH
I feel sick.
                                                            
Peter pulls to the shoulder of the road. Ruth opens the
door, leaves car to vomit. Finished, she gets back into the
car.
                                                            
                       PETER
You okay?
                                                            
                       RUTH
No. Drive.
                                                            
 
INT. MEXICO VILLA - AFTERNOON
                                                            
Peter carries a luggage bag over his shoulder now instead of
the suitcase. Ruth stands beside him, as he sticks the room
card inside the door's slot.
                                                            

66.

                       RUTH
Peter.
                                                            
                       PETER
Yeah?
                                                            
                       RUTH
I want you to promise me
something.
                                                            
                       PETER
Sure. What?
                                                            
Ruth wipes tears from her eyes.
                                                            
                       PETER
Ruth.
                                                            
He embraces her.
                                                            
                       RUTH
That you'll never mention what
happened today. Ever. To no one.
Not even me. Especially me.
                                                            
                       PETER
I promise. But, Ruth, you... we
did what we had to. Like you said,
they would've done it to us.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Doesn't make me feel anybody about
it. I never --
                                                            
                       PETER
Hey. I know. Let's go inside. Get
something to eat, drink and plan
our next move. We have to get out
of Mexico. Tonight.
                                                            
 
INT. VILLA ROOM - PETER AND RUTH - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Peter closes the door. Ruth is staring at something or
someone in the room.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Peter?
                                                            
                       PETER
Yeah?
                                                            

67.

Peter turns to see Mike sitting on a chair in the kitchen,
smoking, bottle of whiskey on the table.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Mr. and Mrs. Henry and Delfine
Dufont. Nice. Not much of a cover
though considering you've been
found.
                                                            
Ruth's hand inches inside her purse.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CON'T)
Don't, Ruth. Please. Haven't ya
been foolish enough? Now, nobody
gets hurt, if you do as I say.
Beginning with sliding that purse
across the floor.
                                                            
After a brief hesitation, Ruth slides the purse across the
floor. It stops beyond arms reach.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Cute.
                                                            
Mike gets up to retrieve the purse. Inspects the contents.
Finds the gun. Removes it. WHISTLES.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Serious.
                                                            
Mike sniffs at the barrel. Removes and checks the clip.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CON'T)
Target practicing lately?
                                                            
                       PETER
Your one of my father's people,
aren't you?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Let's just say I'm doing him a
favor.
                                                            
                       PETER
You're here to bring us back.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Yep. That's the favor.
                                                            
                       PETER
You can't.
                                                            

68.

                       MIKE
That a question or statement?
                                                            
                       PETER
I mean... you can bring me back,
but not her.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Reason being?
                                                            
                       PETER
I think you already know.
                                                            
Mike and Ruth exchange awkward glances.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Yeah, he knows. I won't be going
back. Not alive. That's the other
favor.
                                                            
                       PETER
No. No way I let that happen.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Would you two calm down. Did I not
say nobody gets hurt long as ya
listen to me?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Like we're supposed to trust you.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Like ya got options.
                                                            
                       PETER
Yes. Let us go. We can pay you. My
father doesn't have to know you
found us.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Sorry, kid. That ship left the
dock.
                                                            
                       PETER
Alright. How 'bout you bring me
back and let her go?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'm not here to negotiate.
                                                            
                       PETER
Then what happens to her?
                                                            

69.

                       MIKE
Not what ya thinking. Besides, if
I was to tell ya, not that I will,
wouldn't that jeopardize her
anyway?
                                                            
                       PETER
So wait. That means... it sounds
like we get separated? For how
long?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I don't know who's idea it was to
do what ya did. Don't matter. It
was stupid. Ya really expected it
to work out any better?
                                                            
                       PETER
From my way of thinking then,
there's only one other option. My
father sets her up like she did
this all alone? Has her go to
jail. Possibly for life.
                                                            
                       MIKE
For your sake, don't do no more
thinking. Now, we're wasting time.
Get whatever else ya got and let's
go. I'll take that bag ya got on
your shoulder too.
                                                            
Peter removes the bag and hands it to Mike.
                                                            
                       RUTH
      (to Mike)
Is that it? He's sending me to
jail?
                                                            
Mike shoulders the bag. Puts out his cigarette. Places the
whiskey bottle inside his jacket pocket. Heads to the door.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Jesus.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Regardless of what you say, I'm
not trusting you.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Look I don't wanna hurt you, but I
will if I have to. Both of ya. Now
shut it and let's go.
                                                            

70.

Mike opens the door. Inspects the hallway. Looking towards
the reception desk. MIKE'S POV -

Baker and crew in the lobby at the desk, speaking with the
CLERK.

BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
Mike backs quickly into the room. Locks the door.
                                                            
                       PETER
What's wrong?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Everything. Drastic change of
plans.
                                                            
                       PETER
What's going on?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Explain later. Come on.
                                                            
They follow Mike into the

BEDROOM
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (to Peter)
Can you drive?
                                                            
                       PETER
Yeah. Why?
                                                            
Mike hands him car keys.
                                                            
                       PETER
What's happening?
                                                            
                       MIKE
There's four guys in the lobby -
assassins. They'll be here any
minute.
                                                            
                       PETER
Assassins? I thought you --
                                                            
                       MIKE
What I tell ya about thinking?
Looks like your snake of a dad
flip the script.
                                                            

71.

                       RUTH
How do you know them?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I trained 'em. Anymore questions?
                                                            
                       RUTH
How do we know this ain't part of
your game to get us to go along
with you?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Jesus. It's too long of a story
and this ain't the time or place
to tell it.
                                                            
                       PETER
My father wouldn't send assassins
to kill me.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ain't you I'm worried about, kid.
I hate doing this, but... here.
                                                            
Mike hands Ruth back her purse and gun.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Might need it. This point on we're
gonna have to trust each other.
Our lives depend on it.
                                                            
O.S. a CRASH through the front door. Mike kicks shut the
bedroom door. Pushes the dresser in front of it to block it.
Draws his weapon.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Shit-brown Ford SUV. Go.
                                                            
Peter and Ruth run towards the window. Peter raises the
lower sash. SOUND SUPPRESSED BULLETS pepper peep holes
across the door.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Get down.
                                                            
Peter and Ruth hit the floor. Mike returns FIRE through the
door, as Peter helps Ruth through the opened window. Just as
she gets through more BULLETS enter from the door,
SPLINTERING wood, damaging the wall where she had just been.
                                                            
                       PETER
      (to Mike)
What're you gonna do?
                                                            

72.

                       MIKE
I'm not there in forty seconds,
you two haul ass. Go.
                                                            
Mike returns FIRE. Peter escapes through the window.
                                                            
ANTEROOM
                                                            
Baker and Crew have taken cover behind whatever is
available.
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (to Rocky and
       Gunther)
Rock. Gun. Outside. Cover the rear
of the building. Hey, Mike. You're
outgunned, buddy.
                                                            
BEDROOM
                                                            
                       MIKE
Not the first time. And we ain't
buddies.
                                                            
                       BAKER (O.S.)
Send out the bitch and Carne's son
and we let you walk off into the
sunset. That's the deal.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Took four of ya to bring that to
the table? Don't insult me. I'm a
lush, Baker. Not stupid.
                                                            
ANTEROOM
                                                            
                       BAKER
Can't blame me for trying. Right,
Mike? Be interesting to see you
get outta this one.
                                                            
                       MIKE (O.S.)
Be doubly interesting seeing your
face when I do.
                                                            
Baker and Strayson begin FIRING through the door, shelling
it with BULLETS.
                                                            
 
EXT. VILLA - REAR PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON
                                                            
Peter and Ruth run towards and inside the SUV.


73.

INSIDE SUV

Peter revs the engine.
                                                            
                       RUTH
What are you waiting for? Drive.
                                                            
                       PETER
He said give him forty seconds.
                                                            
Peter checks his watch.
                                                            
                       RUTH
You kidding me right now, Peter?
                                                            
                       PETER
Did you forget? He's got all the
money.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Shit. Shit. Shit.
                                                            
 
INT. VILLA ANTEROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Baker and Strayson strategically approach the door,
swiss-cheezed with bullet holes. Baker grabs a pillow off
the couch as he passes. They listen at the door for any
movement from inside the room. SILENCE.

Baker passes the pillow in front of the door. NO RESPONSE.
                                                            
                       STRAYSON
      (whispers)
Dead?
                                                            
Baker pushes against the door; it's difficult to open.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV - PETER AND RUTH - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       RUTH
Been more than forty seconds.
                                                            
                       PETER
Give him a little more time.
                                                            
                       RUTH
What if he's dead, Peter?
                                                            

74.

                       PETER
What if he isn't? He's our only
chance, Ruth. Fucked up as that
may seem right now.
                                                            
Peter glimpses something in the rear view mirror. PETER'S
POV -

Several yards away Rocky and Gunther holding their guns have
crept from around the building's corner, cautiously,
searchingly.

BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
                       PETER
Oh, shit.
                                                            
                       RUTH
What?
                                                            
Turning, she sees them.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Cut the engine. Get down.
                                                            
 
INT. VILLA BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Baker and Strayson have forced their way into the room. No
sign of Mike or anyone. Baker quickly assesses the
situation.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Out back.
                                                            
 
EXT. VILLA - REAR PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Mike is pressed against the building only a couple feet from
the bedroom window. He sees the SUV as well as Rocky and
Gunther. He FIRES his weapon at them. They take cover behind
the building.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Peter peeps up from the window.
                                                            
                       PETER
It's him.
                                                            
He starts the engine.
                                                            

75.

                       RUTH
What're you doing?
                                                            
                       PETER
Going to get him.
                                                            
Ruth cocks her gun.
                                                            
 
EXT. VILLA - REAR PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Rocky, Gunther and Mike exchange GUNFIRE. Baker and Strayson
join the fray.

BLARING THE HORN Peter drives the SUV towards Mike. With the
rear of the vehicle facing Baker and crew the SUV skids to a
stop. The crew steps from behind the building, FIRING. Mike
FIRES back. Ruth FIRES her gun at them out the window.
                                                            
Mike snatches open the rear passenger side door of the SUV
and dives inside. The SUV drives off as BULLET HOLES FRECKLE
its rear end.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV (MOVING) MIKE PETER AND RUTH - LATER
                                                            
                       MIKE
Everybody okay?
                                                            
                       PETER
I'm okay.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ruth?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Dandy.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (to Peter and Ruth)
Thanks for waiting.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Wasn't my idea. You got all the
money, remember?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Lucky me, uh?
                                                            
                       PETER
Okay. Now that we're all friendly
and such. Would you mind telling
us what the fuck's going on?
                                                            

76.

                       MIKE
      (to Ruth)
Ya got extra clips?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Of course. One. I have more in
that bag your holding.
                                                            
Mike reaches into the bag. Finds and hands Ruth two clips.
                                                            
                       MIKE
This ain't over.
                                                            
                       PETER
      (to Mike)
By the way, what's your name?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Mike.
                                                            
                       PETER
Mike. You gonna answer my
question?
                                                            
Mike checks the rear shattered windshield to see if they're
being followed.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ya dad hired me to find you. Seems
he had other plans attached to it.
Not having to pay me being one.
                                                            
                       PETER
Why would he do that to you? He's
got more money than god.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I can only guess. Besides, he
wants to eliminate any possible
monkey wrenches to his
presidential bid. Namely two.
                                                            
                       PETER
Three. Me.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Maybe. Maybe not. I just know the
nut he sent to do the job just
might end up making you collateral
damage in the process.
                                                            
                       PETER
It doesn't make sense.
                                                            

77.

Mike again checks to see if they're being tailed.
                                                            
                       MIKE
In your father's world anything he
wants bad enough makes sense. To
him. I knew him long before you
did.
                                                            
A BULLET DRILLS through the rear windshield, passing out the
front windshield. BLOOD trickles from the side of Mike's
head. Peter reacts, losing temporary control of the vehicle.
                                                            
                       PETER
Oh, shit. You hit?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Grazed. I'm alright. Go.
                                                            
Peter accelerates, weaving pass and swerving around vehicles
in the traffic.
                                                            
Looking out the window Mike sees a black SUV bearing down on
them.
                                                            
 
INT. BLACK SUV (MOVING)- BAKER AND CREW - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (to Rocky)
Slow it down.
                                                            
                       ROCKY
What?
                                                            
                       GUNTHER
      (to Baker)
Slow down? Why?
                                                            
Baker's attention is on his his cell phone.

CELL PHONE

GPS map with a read blip.

BACK TO SCENE
                                                            
                       BAKER
Don't need to attract cops.
Anyway, the fun, boys, is in the
chase. We'll find them. When the
time's right.
                                                            

78.

                       STRAYSON
What if they head straight to the
airport?
                                                            
                       BAKER
Nah. Carne's tentacles are all
over this place. Mike knows the
airport's covered by now.
                                                            
                       GUNTHER
So what's the plan? Let old age
kill 'em?
                                                            
                       BAKER
Get some grub. Beer. Chill a
little.
                                                            
                       ROCKY
Beer sounds good.
                                                            
                       GUNTHER
Women sounds better.
                                                            
                       STRAYSON
'Um down for all of it myself.
                                                            
 
INT. MIKE'S SUV (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       PETER
      (looking in
       rearview mirror)
Hey. Looks like we're losing them.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Mmm.
                                                            
                       PETER
Maybe they ran out of gas.
                                                            
                       PETER
What? Maybe they're scared they'll
attract... cops.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Not likely.
                                                            
Mike reaches into his jacket and produces the whiskey
bottle. Takes a long swig.
                                                            
                       RUTH
You really think it's a good time
for that now?
                                                            

79.

                       MIKE
Anytime is, sweety.
                                                            
                       RUTH
I ain't your sweetie.
                                                            
Mike stares at her, then caps the whiskey bottle and returns
it to his jacket.
                                                            
                       PETER
What now?
                                                            
                       MIKE
We ride a bit. If we don't see
'em, we stop at a motel and think
this through.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Providing you're sober enough.
                                                            
Mike only looks at her.
                                                            
 
INT. MOTEL ROOM - MIKE RUTH AND PETER - EVENING
                                                            
Ruth is seated on the bed. Mike remains by the window,
watchful. Peter emerges from the bathroom.
                                                            
                       PETER
I have a idea, guys.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Can't wait to hear it.
                                                            
                       PETER
We got the upper hand. The video.
We can threaten my father to call
off his dogs or we expose it.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Won't work.
                                                            
                       PETER
Why?
                                                            
                       MIKE
First off your giving him nothing
to lose and that will only make
him more desperate. Any cornered
animal will only fight back.
                                                            
                       PETER
But --
                                                            

80.

                       MIKE (CON'T)
Secondly, kid, it's too late. Even
if he were to call them back,
Baker wouldn't comply. The guy's a
damn terminator and relishes his
sadism.
                                                            
                       PETER
So what do we do?
                                                            
Mike reaches into his jacket, pausing.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (to Ruth)
You mind?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Be my guest.
                                                            
Mike drinks more whiskey.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I have a friend out here. Eduardo.
He could help us. We just gotta
hope he hasn't moved and he's
still alive.
                                                            
                       PETER
You got a way of getting in touch
with this friend? Phone number?
                                                            
                       MIKE
He kinda lives off the grid. But
we have methods of reaching one
another. I'll try tomorrow.
                                                            
                       RUTH
      (to Mike)
Don't you ever eat food? You live
off that stuff or what?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Is that concern I hear?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Curiosity. Don't get it twisted.
                                                            
                       PETER
Speaking of food.
                                                            
                       MIKE
There's a diner down the street.
                                                            

81.

                       PETER
Great. I'll take a burger and
fries with orange soda. You, Ruth?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Same. Grape soda.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (to Peter)
Ham and cheese on white. Coke.
                                                            
Mike hands Peter a twenty dollar bill.
                                                            
                       PETER
Why me?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I want to keep a close eye on her.
                                                            
Peter snatches the money.
                                                            
                       PETER
So much for trust. Whatever.
What if those guys are out there?
                                                            
                       MIKE
They're not. That's why I told ya
to take a random route to get
here. Nobody followed us.
                                                            
                       PETER
Guess you would know. You trained
them, right? And stop calling me
kid will you.
                                                            
Peter exits. Mike returns his vigilance out the window. Ruth
stares at him, as he once again tips the whiskey bottle to
his mouth.
                                                            
                       RUTH
You're an alcoholic.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Is that a question or statement?
                                                            
                       RUTH
Whatever you like.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What's it to ya?
                                                            
                       RUTH
We're supposed to feel safe?
                                                            

82.

                       MIKE
Ya gave that up when you and ya
dimwit boyfriend ripped off his
father. He just used me to find ya
quicker.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Yeah, right.
                                                            
                       MIKE
So what's your story?
                                                            
                       RUTH
What's it to you?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Like you, I'm curious.
                                                            
Ruth clams up.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CON'T)
Running around, like ya some
gangsta-girl. Like ya got no
decent home.
                                                            
Ruth looks at him, angry.
                                                            
                       RUTH
You don't know me.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I grew up a street urchin. Met
plenty others in the same
predicament. There's a look in our
eyes. You don't have it.
                                                            
Ruth springs to her feet.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Fuck you and your look.
                                                            
She storms into the bathroom, slamming the door.
                                                            
Mike inspects the activity out the window, then retrieves
the T.V. remote. Turns on the T.V.
                                                            
 
INT. DINER - EVENING
                                                            
Peter pays the CASHIER. As she gets change, the small
television mounted on the wall beyond the counter catches
Peter's attention, as he recognizes the POLICE SKETCH of
himself and Ruth.
                                                            

83.

                       PETER
      (to Cashier)
Keep the change.
                                                            
He exits the diner.
                                                            
 
INT. MOTEL ROOM - EVENING
                                                            
Mike watches the T.V. news, as the same sketched image of
Peter and Ruth is displayed. The bathroom door's UNLOCKED.
Mike cuts off the television, as Ruth leaves the bathroom
and sits on the bed, her back to Mike.

Peter enters. Places bags on the table. He's skittish. Mike
waits, observing Peter and Ruth, as Peter fidgets the food
from the bag.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You two got something to tell me?
                                                            
                       PETER
      (antsy)
What?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Don't play games. What the hell
happened out there?
                                                            
Long pause.
                                                            
                       PETER
You know?
                                                            
                       MIKE
It's all over the news. I ain't
the only one. Half of Mexico
probably knows by now. Ya killed
two cops?
                                                            
                       PETER
Two? They said it was only two --
                                                            
                       RUTH
Peter.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Jeez. You two are walking wrecking
balls. I ain't asking again. Give
it to me straight up, Peter, or
I'll kick ya --
                                                            

84.

                       PETER
Wasn't our fault. We didn't know
they was cops. They was gonna rip
us off out in the middle of
nowhere maybe even kill us.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ruth?
                                                            
                       RUTH
What? He's telling the truth.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I presume you --
                                                            
                       RUTH
Killed them? So what? It was them
or us. Who are you to judge? How
many people have you killed and
not necessarily in self defense?
                                                            
Mike stays silent awhile. Drinks whiskey and paces the room.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What's done is done. Can't undo
it. This changes things
drastically. And not for the
better.
                                                            
                       PETER
I saw it on the T.V. in the diner.
How'd they get our sketches?
                                                            
                       MIKE
One cop survived. Critical. But
enough to talk, obviously.
                                                            
Ruth's crying. Peter sits beside her. Hugs her.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Anybody in the diner recognize ya?
                                                            
                       PETER
Don't think so. No.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Which is it?
                                                            
                       PETER
No. I got the hell outta there.
Nobody was paying attention to me.
                                                            

85.

Mike paces a little more. Stops. Contemplates. Heads to his
position by the window.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Eat something. Get some rest. We
leave an hour before dawn.
                                                            
Mike watches Ruth, as she sobs quietly in Peter's arms.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ruth?
                                                            
She faces him.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CON'T)
I'm sorry. More than ya know. I'm
gonna get ya outta this. Both of
ya. Ya have my word on that.
                                                            
 
EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT
                                                            
The street's deserted. Baker and crew leave the SUV and head
across the street towards the motel.
                                                            
 
INT. MOTEL - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Peter and Ruth asleep on the bed. Digital clock on the night
table displays: 3:15 am. Mike's sleeping in a chair by the
window. He awakens on the FAINT THUD of a closing CAR DOOR.
MIKE'S POV -

Baker and crew moving towards the motel.

BACK TO SCENE

Mike hurries to the bed.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (whispering)
Ruth. Pete. Wake up. We got
company.
                                                            
 
INT. MOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
CLERK behind the desk snores in his sleep. Baker and crew
enter. The BELL on the door startles the clerk. Baker shoots
him. Guided by the GPS tracking on the phone he and the crew
continue up the staircase.
                                                            
MOTEL HALLWAY 2ND FLOOR
                                                            

86.

The crew heads quietly towards the door of the room. Rocky
kicks open the door. They rush inside.

MOTEL ROOM

Deserted. One end of a bed sheet is knotted around a
radiator pipe. The sheet snakes outside across the window
sill. Beyond the window O.S. the SOUND OF SCREECHING TIRES.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Sonofabitch.
                                                            
Gunther and Strayson rush for the lobby.
                                                            
                       ROCKY
Hey, Baker.
                                                            
                       BAKER
What?
                                                            
                       ROCKY
You realize this is the second
time these people got away from us
through a window? Ain' that
kinda... weird?
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (beat)
Your observational powers fucking
amaze me, Rock.
                                                            
Baker walks off. Rocky follows.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV (MOVING) MIKE PETER AND RUTH - NIGHT
                                                            
Peter drives. Mike sits beside him. Ruth in the back.
                                                            
                       PETER
If they didn't follow us, how'd
they find us?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Take the highway. I think I know.
Transponder.
                                                            
                       PETER
On who? Where?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Me.
                                                            
Mike checks the rear window.
                                                            

87.

                       MIKE (CON'T)
Here they come. Get ready.
                                                            
 
INT. BLACK SUV (MOVING)- BAKER AND CREW - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       BAKER
      (referring to
       phone GPS)
They're heading to the highway.
About a mile ahead of us. Step on
it.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV (MOVING) MIKE, RUTH AND PETER - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Peter floors the accelerator, as GUNSHOTS pepper their
vehicle. Baker and crew's SUV is only a few yards behind
them now.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Faster, Pete.
                                                            
                       PETER
Going fast as I can.
                                                            
Ruth FIRES out the window towards their pursuers.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Careful, Ruth.
                                                            
                       RUTH
I got it.
                                                            
Mike begins SHOOTING from his window.
                                                            
 
EXT. SAME HIGHWAY - NIGHT
                                                            
Both vehicles speed past a highway PATROL CAR stationed off
the road.
                                                            
 
INT. HIGHWAY PATROL CAR - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Two UNIFORMED COPS. The car's lights come alive. They take
off, joining the chase.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV (MOVING) MIKE PETER AND RUTH - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       PETER
Oh, shit. Cops. Just what we need.
                                                            

88.

                       MIKE
Good. It'll distract 'em.
                                                            
                       PETER
Got news for you. They ain't just
chasing them.
                                                            
Mike reloads his weapon and pulls out a second gun.
                                                            
 
INT. BLACK SUV (MOVING)- BAKER AND CREW - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       BAKER
Strayson. Gun. Get those pigs off
our asses.
                                                            
                       STRAYSON
My pleasure.
                                                            
Gunther leans out the window, Unleashing GUNFIRE at the
cops, Strayson reaches inside a duffel bag on the floor of
the vehicle and retrieves an explosive device equipped with
TIMER.
                                                            
                       STRAYSON
      (to Rocky)
Sunroof.
                                                            
The SUNROOF slides open. Strayson sets the timer on the
bomb. Tosses it through the sunroof.
                                                            
 
EXT. HIGHWAY - THE CHASE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
CHORUS OF GUNFIRE delivered from all three vehicles, as they
speed along the night shrouded highway. An EXPLOSION. The
cop car's a brief AIRBORNE FIREBALL.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV (MOVING) MIKE PETER AND RUTH - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       PETER
Holy Christ. See that? They...
blew up the cops? They got
explosives? Who the hell are these
guys, ISIS?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Peter, open the sunroof.
                                                            
                       PETER
Why?
                                                            

89.

                       MIKE
Just do it.
                                                            
 
INT. BLACK SUV (MOVING)- BAKER AND CREW - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       GUNTHER
Yeah, boy! That's what the fuck
I'm talkin' 'bout. Roasted Mexican
pig.
                                                            
                       BAKER
Let's get this done. More are
probably on the way.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV (MOVING) MIKE PETER AND RUTH - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       MIKE
When I tell you to stop, Pete, you
do it. No hesitation. Got that?
                                                            
                       PETER
Stop? You crazy? You saw what they
just did to those cops?
                                                            
                       MIKE
You want to get away from these
guys, then do as I say.
                                                            
Peter's uncertain.
                                                            
                       RUTH
Peter... do as he says.
                                                            
The front WINDSHIELD SPIDERWEBS from a bullet that grazes
Peter's head. He reacts. The vehicles weaves, but Peter
manages to get control.
                                                            
                       PETER
I'm hit.
                                                            
                       MIKE
A scratch. You'll live. Get ready,
Pete.
                                                            
Ruth leans out the window. FIRES off AMMO like a demon
possessed. The crew's vehicle swerves, regains and speeds
up.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Steady, Pete. Go right. Break.
Now.
                                                            
 

90.

EXT. SAME HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Mike's SUV skids to a halt, as the crew's SUV sails pass it
a few feet, breaks, skids, spins facing Mike's SUV, coming
to a stop they all attempt to shoot at Mike's SUV.

Too late. Mike's up through the SUV's sunroof delivering a
VOLLEY of GUNFIRE that splashes over the crew's SUV in
TORRENTS OF LEAD RAIN.

While Ruth delivers GUNFIRE from the window , BLOWING OUT
tires of the crew's vehicle.

Gunfire ceases. WE HEAR only HISSING as a final stream of
air escapes from one of the tires.
                                                            
 
INT. SUV - MIKE PETER AND RUTH - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Mike waits, poised to deliver more hell. No movement from
within the crew's SUV.
                                                            
                       PETER
Think they're all dead?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Ain't waiting around to find out.
Go.
                                                            
Mike holds his position out the sunroof until Peter
SCREECHES pass the crew's SUV. Once back inside, Mike sees
Ruth's left thigh bleeding badly.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CON'T)
Ruth. Drive like hell, Pete.
                                                            
 
INT. BLACK SUV - BAKER AND CREW - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Baker, Strayson and Gunther raise up from their cover on
hearing TIRES SCREECH, as the SUV speeds pass them. Rocky's
slumped over the steering wheel, dead, bleeding from
multiple gunshot wounds.

Baker kicks open the car door. Steps out of the vehicle.
FIRES pointlessly at the SUV too far away to hit.
                                                            
 
EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Baker watches the SUV's tail lights fade into the night. He
takes out his cell phone. Places a call.
                                                            

91.

                       BAKER
It's me. Any contacts you got out
here better send them fast. We'll
get 'em. We're stranded. I'll send
you our location. And Rocky's
dead.
                                                            
 
EXT. DESERT - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Mike's SUV is parked off the road. A few feet away on the
desert sand Peter shivers from cold while he holds a
flashlight on Mike's bloodied hands, as he uses a ripped
T-shirt for a tourniquet on Ruth's wound.
                                                            
                       MIKE
The cold air's good. Slows the
bleeding. Let's get her up.
                                                            
                       PETER
How far away is this friend of
yours?
                                                            
They support Ruth on each side back to the SUV.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Least an hour.
                                                            
                       PETER
Not with me driving.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Just make sure ya don't attract a
cop along the way.
                                                            
In pain and weak, Ruth is helped into the rear passenger
side of the vehicle.
                                                            
                       PETER
Hang in there, Ruth.
                                                            
Mike removes the satchel from his pant pocket. Takes the
cash out of it. Tosses the satchel.
                                                            
                       PETER
What was that?
                                                            
                       MIKE
How they were tracking us.
                                                            
                       PETER
You sure?
                                                            

92.

                       MIKE
Never got money in a satchel. Old
habit in the business. Looks less
suspicious. We'll have to chance
going straight to Eduardo's house.
No time to try and contact him.
She needs a doctor.
                                                            
Mike climbs into the vehicle beside Ruth. His hands tremble.
He slips his hand in his jacket to take out the whiskey
bottle. Drinks. Peter runs to and gets in the driver side.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (to Ruth)
You're gonna be okay.
                                                            
Self-conscious in the moment, Mike embarrassingly tucks the
whiskey back into his pocket.
                                                            
 
EXT. EDUARDO'S HOUSE - LATER
                                                            
The SUV crawls to a stop a few yards away. The house is dark
inside. A LIGHT comes on. Seconds later a MAN holding a
shotgun opens the front door. Meet EDUARDO.
                                                            
                       EDUARDO
Que va allí'?
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (leaning from
       window)
English, amigo. It's me, Eddie,
Mike. You can't imagine how glad I
am to see you, buddy.
                                                            
                       EDUARDO
Mike? Thee Mike Cunningham? I'll
be damned.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Sorry to barge in on ya like this,
Eddie, but we got a situation.
                                                            
 
INT. EDUARDO'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Eduardo's wife, MARIE, holds open the door. Mike, Peter and
EDUARDO, carry an unconscious Ruth from the SUV into the
house and into the bedroom.
                                                            
 

93.

INT. EDUARDO'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - LATER
                                                            
DOCTOR BENITEZ emerges from the bedroom. Mike, Peter,
Eduardo and Marie wait anxiously.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR BENITEZ
Bullet's out. No major damage. She
lost blood, but not as much as it
looked. She's young and strong.
She'll recover.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Thanks, Doc.
                                                            
Mike pays him in cash.
                                                            
                       PETER
      (to Dr. Benitez)
Can I see her?
                             &n