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FADE IN: EXT. A CITY PARK - DAY The park is green and beautiful, but in these morning hours only a few pedestrians are out and about. One of these pedestrians, walking along a cemented path, is HAMPTON, about 20 years old and tall, with a slim build and a soft face. Hampton meanders up to a street vendor who’s still busy setting up his stand. HAMPTON Hey Maurice how you doing, buddy. MAURICE, a 40 year old Italian man, fat and dark haired, looks up and smiles gleefully at Hampton. MAURICE Ey, Hampton! You’re out of bed early today, huh! HAMPTON I could smell your juicy buns from my apartment’s window, Maurice! Maurice laughs and points his finger at Hampton. MAURICE More like from your penthouse’s, am I right?! You, buddy, you’ve got it good. Hampton laughs. Maurice quickly fumbles with his phone. HAMPTON Yeah, I do don’t I. Old money, it’s the best kind. Maurice claps his phone shut and leans closer to Hampton. MAURICE And the only kind you don’t have to lift a precious little finger for, too. Maurice winks at him. HAMPTON That’s right, Maurice. That’s exactly right.
Maurice prepares a hot breakfast sandwich for Hampton. He hands it to him. MAURICE Drink? HAMPTON No, I’m good, thanks. MAURICE Here you go. Maurice hands him a cup. Hampton begrudgingly takes it. Hampton salutes him, takes his sandwich, and leaves without paying. Maurice smiles as he departs. MAURICE (CONT’D) (to himself) Such a nice boy. Hampton walks over to a bench and takes a seat. He indulges in his sandwich. After a few moments of peaceful silence a WHITE VAN SCREECHES TO A HALT in front of him. HAMPTON What the fuck? A man comes running from behind Hampton and ELECTROCUTES HIM WITH A TASER. Hampton’s limbs SPASM and then fall limp. His sandwich drops to the sidewalk, beside his drink. The Van’s door swings open, and Hampton’s attacker grabs him by the neck and drags him over to the van. He tosses him in. The door shuts and the van speeds away. CUT TO: INT. KNOX’S KITCHEN - DAY KNOX, a tall, skinny African-American man with tall hair stands in his cramped kitchen, hovering over sizzling pans. He’s wearing a COLORFUL APRON to protect his white sweater. His left hand holds a phone to his ear, while his other holds a spatula.
KNOX (into phone) Baby, I’m tryin’ alright?! I’m fuckin’ trying! A woman, MARIA, is on the other line. Her voice is shrill and obnoxious. MARIA(O.S.) Not tryin’ hard enough, Knox! You get pinched last weeCHARLIEd for some murder mess down in Detroit-KNOX Yeah but baby they didn’t prove shit! MARIA(O.S.) I don’t care what they prove or don’t prove, Knox! I heard from Vivian you broke some poor bodyguard's legs with a baseball bat last night! Is that true?! Knox lets his forehead lay against a cupboard. KNOX (muffled) But baby I didn’t have a choice. MARIA(O.S.) Yeah, that’s what I thought. I just feel like I have a moral obligation. Knox glances at his food - it’s smoking! He reacts and begins jabbing at it with his spatula. KNOX A moral what the fuck? An obligation to do what?! MARIA(O.S.) To dump you! You hurt people, Knox! And not just for fun, it’s actually your fucking job! I can’t be a part of this! KNOX Baby, wait!
MARIA(O.S.) No, I’m finished with you, Knox. We’re over. I was just calling to let you know I’m changing the locks. KNOX No, Maria! You’re not done with me, I’m not done with you, you’re not changing the locks, wanna know why? MARIA (O.S.) No I don’t fucking care-KNOX Because I’m gonna change, baby! Knox grabs a nearby plate and shovels his burnt fajitas onto it. MARIA(O.S.) How?! You gonna get a new job? A legit job? Head back to school? KNOX Maria, you know I can’t get a job. I tried that. I got a record, babe. It’s not goin’ anywhere. And I’m not gonna jump back into fucking finance, let’s be real. MARIA(O.S.) Then this is it between us, Knox. I’m done. I’m just done. Knox throws his hands up. He almost drops his plate. KNOX Wait! Baby, what if I still work for Jack, except I don’t hurt anyone anymore? MARIA(O.S.) How the fuck can you be Jack’s errand boy without hurting people?! It’s the only thing you do! KNOX Just give me a chance, Maria. One chance to prove myself. Please. A beat.
MARIA(O.S.) Whatever, Knox, fine. You have one chance. But I hear about one single tiny fly getting the tiniest slap on its tiny wrist and we are officially two peas in two different pods. KNOX Yes!! Oh thank you baby thank you! MARIA(O.S.) Uh-huh, just don’t-A ring from Knox’s phone. He glances at it. KNOX Oh, baby, I got Jack comin’ through, I’ll talk to you soon. Knox sits down with his plate, takes a deep breath and presses a button on his phone - silencing Maria’s voice. JACK, with a deep gravely tone, is on the line. JACK (O.S.) Knox. KNOX Yo, Jack, what’s up my man, how be your travels of the far east?! Knox laughs to himself and raises a fajita to his mouth. JACK Some fuckers kidnapped my boy, Knox. They took Hampton. Knox sets the fajita down. KNOX Well they fucked up big fuckin’ time this time. Oh shit, jack. This time - this time it’s personal. Knox grabs a pad of paper and a pen from across the table. JACK I want blood, Knox. KNOX First of, Boss, do you know who they are?
JACK No. You’re gonna find them, and then you’re gonna tear their organs out through their fucking anal cavity. Knox shakes his head and taps his pen. KNOX Well shit, Jack. I’d love to invade some anal caves but how am I supposed to find ‘em?! JACK This kid, this little Jewish fuck. He’s some Bookie’s calculator-boy. Knox scribbles on the paper. It reads, “Little Jewish calculator” KNOX So I have to go snooping around every fuckin’ bookie in town to find this Jew for what? JACK He knows what went down, says the birds. And his name’s Adam Something-or-other. Lives over in-Muffles and shuffles from Jack’s side. JACK (CONT’D) I had it here a fucking second ago where the FUCK DID IT-- oh, here I have it. Jack clears his throat. JACK (CONT’D) Parkway. House number 5541. KNOX Hah, a suburban mothafucka, alright. JACK Call me with good news, Knox. KNOX Leave it to me, Bossman. I’m bringin’ em’ both.
Knox laughs. JACK Thank you, Knox. You’ve got a future. I just hope Hampton does, too. He’s not cut out for this kinda life, Knox. He’s soft. He needs our help - your help. God’s speed. Jack ends the call. Knox sets his phone down and slides his plate away. CUT TO: INT. A DARK CORRIDOR - DAY Two men stand opposite each other in the center of a dimly lit, grungy hallway, with a white wooden door at the far end. On the far side is SULLIVAN, a mid-30’s man with a scruffy beard and a massive beer belly. Across from Sullivan is DAVE, a skinny, good looking guy about the same age as Sullivan, wearing a black sweater and black pants. DAVE Engagement rings are bullshit. SULLIVAN Oh be quiet. DAVE Seriously. Only fucking jerk-offs fall for that shit. Sullivan shifts his weight and crosses his arms, resting them on his gut. From behind the door a MAN’S SCREAM RINGS OUT. SULLIVAN Fall for what, exactly? What have you gone and read now, Dave? DAVE What have I “gone and read now”? Why you gotta say it like that?! UNKOWN MAN HELP! HELP! HELP! AAGHHHH!!
SULLIVAN Like what? DAVE Like that tone! That fucking degrading tone. I don't care for it, Sully. SULLIVAN I don’t care what you care for, Dave. I make my own decisions. I decide the tone of my voice. UNKOWN MAN OH GOD SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME!! DAVE Yeah, and I wish you’d stop making your own decisions. You’re as dumb as a fucking fence post, Sully, admit it. Sullivan grabs Dave by the collar. SULLIVAN You’re nothing, Dave. I took this job cause I fucking had to, not because I enjoy the company of such a tragic waste of skin as you. A beat. BEEP! Dave’s wrist-watch rings out. He tugs at Sullivan’s hands. DAVE It’s time to check on our friend, man. If you’ll let me go. Sullivan hesitates, then lets him go. DAVE (CONT’D) God damn. The two make their way over to the door. Dave reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a black ski mask. He slips it on. SULLIVAN We’ll continue our talk later. DAVE Sure, Sully, sure.
SULLIVAN You ready? Dave nods. Sullivan unlocks the door and opens it, revealing Dave to whoever’s inside. He steps into the room. INT. ABANDONED LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS The room has two boarded up windows. The walls are peeling and fungus infused. The floor has a blanket of dust, soot, and other random trash one would expect in an abandoned building. HAMPTON, bloodied and dirty, cowers in the corner. Bouncing around the room is a white, fluffy BUNNY RABBIT. DAVE Acid is one hell of a drug. Destroys minds and communities alike, but god damn is it useful. CUT TO: EXT. A SUBURB - DAY KNOX drives along a quiet suburban road in a classic muscle car. He sings along to some feel good music. He puffs on a cigar. The sun glistens off his aviators. He makes his way down the street and pulls into the driveway of a small green house. EXT. ADAM’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Knox walks up to the door and rings the bell. The door swings open. ADAM, a short, scrawny 20-something with a jew-fro, is standing in the doorway. ADAM Hey, Knox, what’s up buddy! Come in, come in.
INT. ADAM’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS The house looks like a nuclear family up-and-left in a hurry, and let their teenage son care for it in their stead. Knox steps into the house and takes off his sunglasses. Adam closes the door behind him. ADAM Coffee? Adam walks past Knox through a doorway and into the kitchen. KNOX No thanks. Knox studies the house and slides his sunglasses into his pocket. ADAM (O.S.) So, uh, I gotta ask man, what’s with the apron? Knox inspects various pictures of Adam. He tinkers with Adam’s nick-knacks. ADAM (O.S.) (CONT’D) Knox? KNOX I was cookin’ fajitas. Knox turns to face the direction Adam walked. KNOX (CONT’D) That is till’ I had to drive twenty minutes to meet up with your dumbass so you could tell me somethin’ you coulda’ told me over the fucking telephone. ADAM (O.S.) Shit, dude, I’m sorry. Can’t be too careful. Safety first. Did you say you wanted coffee? INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS Knox walks into the kitchen and leans against Adam’s counter.
KNOX Now, I’m not the type to hold that shit against you, but that is your first strike. Don’t test my patience. ADAM Okay, man. Still got two strikes. Adam laughs nervously. ADAM (CONT’D) That’s good. Coffee? KNOX No, you get two strikes. ADAM Yeah, that’s what I said. KNOX No, damnit. Look motherfucker, you used one. Now you only got one left. ADAM But don’t you get three strikes? KNOX Not when I make the fucking rules you don’t. Two strikes. ADAM That’s stupid, dude. KNOX God damnit do you WANT to lose your last strike?! ADAM No! Adam puts his hands up. KNOX Then chill. ADAM Okay, man. Adam sets a cup of coffee down in front of Knox, and takes a sip of his own.
KNOX So? Who’s got him? ADAM I gotta’, uh, see some money first, man. Knox pulls a fat roll of hundreds from his pocket. He sets it down on the counter without relinquishing his grip. KNOX (soothingly) Tell me whooo, Adam. Don’t fuck this uuup. ADAM May I? Adam reaches for the money. A tense beat. Knox hands it to him. Adam skims through the roll. A beat. KNOX I can feel my patience being pushed, Adam. That’s not good. ADAM Sorry, sorry! It’s, uh, Dave and Sully. Knox stands up straight. KNOX Who the fuck is that? Adam starts to sweat. ADAM You know! Uh, Frank and Beans! KNOX Oh, shit. That fat motherfucker and that skinny motherfucker? ADAM That’s them. Knox relaxes against the counter.
KNOX Two foolish fucking men. What are they doin’ with Jack’s kid?! Did they really think Bossman would pay ‘em? ADAM I guess so, man. They’re in some deep shit probably. KNOX Six feet deep when I get my hands on ‘em. ADAM Yeah. Cool. Yeah. So, sorry, did you say you wanted milk or sugar, or-KNOX So? Where they got him hid at? Adam backs up. ADAM Whoa, dude, it’s extra for ‘where’. You asked ‘who’. KNOX I asked WHO so I could go get his ass back! How the fuck am I supposed to accomplish that without his whereabouts?! ADAM That’s your problem, bro! Knox starts breathing rhythmically. KNOX My fuckin’ problem? ...It’s my fucking problem? ADAM Did I stutter, man? Knox SNAPS. He SMACKS the coffee cup across the room, sending it CRASHING into a glass cupboard above Adam’s head - he drops his coffee. It EXPLODES on the floor. KNOX Motherfucker I ain’t SINGIN THIS FUCKIN’ SONG!
ADAM Chill the fuck out! I’m running a business here! Knox grabs a nearby kitchen stool and TOSSES IT across the kitchen! KNOX A business? You stupid motherfucker. Guess one shitty ass business owner is dying today. Knox stuffs his hand under his apron and reveals TWO MASSIVE PISTOLS in his waist. He pulls one out and points it at Adam. ADAM What the fuck?! Knox looks around. He shakes his head, and then BLOWS ADAM’S FOOT CLEAN OFF! ADAM (CONT’D) Agghh! Fuck! You fucking shot me! Adam collapses against his fridge, writhing in pain. Knox walks over to him. KNOX I just wanna know where my friend is Adam. Why did you make me be violent with you? ADAM I’m gonna’ die, oh god, I’m fucking dead. Knox squats down in front of him and grabs his face. KNOX Yes you most definitely will die, if you don’t tell me where the fuck he is! A KNOCK on Adam’s front door. They both look. ADAM Someone’s here! A beat. Knox turns to Adam.
KNOX Who the fuck is it?! Knox puts the end of his pistol to Adam’s temple. Adam tries to pull away. ADAM I don’t know! I swear to god Knox I don’t! Please! Knox pulls away his pistol and stands up. ANOTHER KNOCK at the door. KNOX (to himself) Fuck. Knox stuffs the gun into the back of his pants. KNOX (CONT’D) Adam you make one sound and I’ll blow your fucking head off. One move and you’re dead. ADAM I know, okay? You don’t have to keep telling me I’m dead. Look at my foot. I fucking know I’m dead. Knox walks over to the door and peers through the glass. Standing outside is a young (20’s) couple. Knox opens the door. INT/EXT. ADAM’S FRONT DOORSTEP -CONTINUOUS KNOX Can I help you people? CHARLIE, a muscular young man with short black hair and large, blue eyes, steps forward. CHARLIE Hey there, stranger! I’m CHARLIE, and this is my wife Lilly. LILLY, short and plump with long blonde hair, sticks her hand toward Knox. They shake. LILLY Yeah, sorry to bother ya’ll, but we heard a pretty loud bang over here!
CHARLIE puts his hand on Lilly’s arm. She shrugs it off. CHARLIE Is everything okay? KNOX Oh, yeah. Everything’s cool. CHARLIE What was that noise? Adam is AUDIBLY MOVING AROUND in the kitchen. Knox wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead. KNOX Me and my friend got into a, uh, argument and the crazy bastard through a coffee mug at me. LILLY Oh my goodness! KNOX Yeah. He missed, though. It’s all good. Thank you-Knox begins closing the door. CHARLIE STOPS IT WITH HIS FOOT. CHARLIE Sorry, I never caught your name? KNOX It’s Knox. Charlie stares at him. A beat. CHARLIE Like the Ville? Charlie and Lilly BURST OUT LAUGHING. KNOX ...Yeah. Like Knoxville. The city. CHARLIE So, does your friend throw mugs often? Is he mentally sick? Knox anxiously glances back at Adam, and places a hand on his pistol for a moment.
LILLY That’s kind of scary, Hubby! We might have a crazy nut living next door! CHARLIE Yeah, maybe. Charlie slides his hand onto Lilly’s waist. She steps away. KNOX No, nothin’ like that. We were arguing about... religion. You know how passionate a man can get about that. CHARLIE Oh, yeah, sure, yeah. Come to think of it we saw some Jehovah’s witnesses here a little bit ago. KNOX How wonderful. LILLY Yes we did! On their way back from this house we chatted to them-CHARLIE --Cause we’re Jehovah's witnesses also. Lilly an Charlie both smile at each other. LILLY Yes, yes we are. And so we chatted to them and they were very nice people. Oh, and they said your friend was really enthusiastic about joining the church! Knox perks an eyebrow. KNOX ...Really? Knox looks back at Adam. He’s still slumped against the fridge. LILLY Yeah! He asked them to go get more pamphlets so he can pass them out to his friends!
KNOX What? And you’re sure that was him? Lilly nods. LILLY Yep. Yep it was. Two skinny white men in suits approach Adam’s front door. KNOX (to himself) Oh where the fuck do these white people come from. JEHOVAH’S WITNESS 1 Hey, there, strangers! Charlie excitedly whips round to face them. CHARLIE Hey, fella’s! Knox, this is BOB and GEORGE. CHARLIE points respectively. KNOX Gentlemen. Well, this has been great but I gotta, so... BOB Hold your horses, buddy! Your friend asked for more pamphlets and we got ‘em! George hoists up a large white trash bag. KNOX Christ. Lilly, Charlie, Bob and George are all startled by Knox. KNOX (CONT’D) Shit, sorry! I love the lord, you know. But can you excuse me just one moment? Knox slams the door. INT. ADAM’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Knox walks over to Adam, still slumped and still bloody.
KNOX Hey, fucker! ADAM What? Who was it? Are they gone? KNOX No! Its your fucking fundie neighbors! And some fucking Jehovah's Witnesses! Adam throws his head back. ADAM What... KNOX Yeah. Knox leans his head against the wall. KNOX (CONT’D) You asked them for more pamphlets? Adam shakes his head. He’s been crying. ADAM She was hot. So hot. She was gonna’ bang me, you know, when she brought back the pamphlets. Saw it in her eyes. Adam looks down at his toe and gags. He lets out a sigh. KNOX There’s two male men out there, Adam. I’m thinkin’ you scared that little woman away. ADAM WHAT?! Adam collapses into DISTRAUGHT WEEPING. ADAM (CONT’D) I’m a failure!! Knox walks to the door and peers through the glass. All four are waiting patiently in silence. Knox opens the door.
I/E. ADAM’S DOORSTEP - CONTINUOUS IN CHORUS (Charlie, Lilly, Bob, George) Hey, there! Knox JUMPS. KNOX Uh, hey. Look, you people need to leave now. You’re fucking crazy, alright? I’m entitled to some god damn privacy, damnit! All four exchange glances with each other. Charlie steps forward. CHARLIE Well, Mr. Knoxville, we’ve decided that we don’t like your attitude. Knox laughs. KNOX Is that right? CHARLIE Yes. And as four out the six Neighborhood watch board members are present, we’ve declared probable cause to search your premises. Charlie smiles to his troops. They smile in return and Bob pats him on the back. KNOX No. CHARLIE What? The four shift in their shoes. KNOX No. Get the fuck off of my porch, NOW. LILLY Fine! Then we’ll FORCE OUR WAY IN! KNOX Sorry, what?
Lilly rushes forward and KICKS KNOX IN THE BALLS! Knox keels over and collapses. LILLY Take that, evil colored man! Bob and George CHEER! CHARLIE Nice one, honey! KNOX What the fuck are you doing?! Are you people insane?! Lilly KICKS KNOX IN THE FACE! Blood starts gushing! He rolls over, revealing the gun in his left-hand holster - Lilly GRABS IT! Knox holds his nose and scrambles to his feet. He puts his free hand up tentatively. LILLY Put your-- yeah! Yeah, that’s right, keep your hands up! Charlie puts a hand on Lilly’s shoulder. He squeezes. CHARLIE You’re doing terrific, Babe. LILLY Stop touching me, Charlie! Enough! Charlie rubs her arm. CHARLIE Honey-boo, we’ve talked about this. I get to touch you now, we’re married. Charlie smiles at her. Lilly SMACKS CHARLIE ACROSS THE FACE. LILLY I am not comfortable with you touching me in those ways, Charles, and I want you to appreciate that. FUCKING APPRECIATE IT! Charlie rubs his cheek and backs up.
BOB Lilly, honey, it’s high time you gave that gun over to your husband. CHARLIE Relax, Lilly. Just toss me the gun, Hun. Lilly fidgets. She keeps the gun pointed at Knox. LILLY No. This man is obviously a criminal. No mug was thrown. No religious argument was had. There’s something inside he doesn’t want us to see. Knox squeezes the door closed a little, but keeps his hand up. KNOX You’re fucking crazy, lady. You’re all going to prison for this. This is straight up racism. Thought this shit was over with... LILLY This is for the greater good of the greater community, shit stain! Charlie tentatively reaches for the gun. CHARLIE We can search this man’s house, Lillian, but first you need to give me the gun, now. LILLY NO! You’re too weak! None of you have the guts to kill him if we have to! KNOX What the fuck?! Tell her she’s insane! Why does she still have that fucking gun fella's?! Do something! Bob and George are shocked. BOB Lilly, if I thought we were threatened by this man, I would kill him.
GEORGE Yeah, me too! We’re not weak! KNOX Well fuck me. Charlie grabs at the gun and Lilly SPINS ROUND AND POINTS THE GUN AT HIM! BOB Lillian! GEORGE What are you doing!?
CHARLIE Baby, relax! Knox stuffs his hand in his ass AND WHIPS OUT HIS OTHER PISTOL. He SHOOTS ONE OFF into the air! They all freeze! KNOX Bitch. Give me that gun now. Lilly doesn’t move the gun away from Charlie. CHARLIE Lilly, do as he says. KNOX Hand it over. This is finished now. Knox, still clogging his bleeding nose, motions with his pistol. Lilly LETS OUT A WILD SCREAM AND TURNS TOWARD KNOX! Knox SHOOTS HER IN THE CHEST. She drops to the ground. The Pistol scatters across the floor and Knox swipes it up. IN CHORUS (CHARLIE, Bob, George) OH MY GOSH! CHARLIE CALL AN AMBULANCE! AND THE POLICE! Knox steps inside and shuts the door. He locks it. INT. ADAM’S HOUSE Knox looks to Adam. HE’S GONE.
KNOX Adam neither of us have time for this shit! The pigs are marching! Knox keeps his pistols at the ready and slowly walks toward the kitchen. KNOX (CONT’D) I’ll blow your other foot off, Adam, I swear to god. INT. KITCHEN Knox steps into the kitchen. He turns to his left: clear. He turns to his right: ADAM POUNCES AT HIM WITH A MASSIVE KITCHEN KNIFE! ADAM FUCK YOU KNOX!!! Knox deflects the blade but drops both of his pistols! He stumbles backward! ADAM (CONT’D) You are going to PAY for killing me, Knox! Adam CHARGES AT KNOX! Knox dodges him, grabs his knife-hand, and jams his boot into the hole where Adam’s foot used to be! ADAM (CONT’D) AAGGHH GOD! AGHH FUCK! FUUCK! Knox leans into Adam’s face. He presses into Adam’s leg hardr. Red, plushy flesh squirms and spits blood under the boot’s pressure... KNOX Where. The fuck. IS HAMPTON!? CUT TO: INT. ABANDONED LIVING ROOM - DAY DAVE Come here little buddy. The BUNNY hops over to Dave. He picks it up and starts stroking it. DAVE (CONT’D) Hey, Hampton! Look alive!
Hampton rolls onto his back, panting. SULLIVAN enters the room and stands next to Dave. His face is hidden behind a balaclava. SULLIVAN Look at this little lad. He’s a mess. DAVE Yeah. That’s the point, Sully. We’re wearing him down. Little bit of pain, little bit of panic; perfect mix. HAMPTON Where am I? Dave steps toward Hampton. DAVE Nowhere near anywhere you want to be, that’s for damn sure. Now I’m going to ask you a question. HAMPTON You have my permission to ask, yes. DAVE Funny guy. HAMPTON Yeah, funny, coming from the guy who has three heads and a walking stick. What do you use that walking stick for, professor Grimwald? Walking? Well, I suppose that’s probably it. Is it? A beat. DAVE How much did you give him? SULLIVAN It didn’t exactly come with a fucking instruction booklet, Dave. I gave him some. DAVE Some?! SULLIVAN Yes. I gave him some.
Dave tosses the bunny onto Hampton’s stomach. He SCREAMS and jumps to his feet. HAMPTON What the fuck! Get that fucking monster away from me! You maniacs! DAVE Hampton. Listen to me. Where is your treasure chest? HAMPTON I’m pretty sure I saw a little bit of it in my toilet bowl this morning...After I took a big, wet, SHIT. Dave walks across the room and grabs Hampton by the neck. DAVE Where the fuck is daddy’s stash?! HAMPTON Just told you man. Maybe you can’t hear cause you got that fluffy condom on your head. SULLIVAN Fluffy condom? DAVE It’s a ski mask, dipshit. HAMPTON Like I give a fuck. You guy’s are dicks. Hampton jumps! HAMPTON (CONT’D) And that, that is a talking wall. Dave PUNCHES Hampton in the face, sending him sprawling. Dave turns to Sullivan. DAVE Well, this obviously hasn’t worked, has it. SULLIVAN Told you it wouldn’t.
DAVE Grab my gun for me. CUT TO: EXT. A SMALL CITY STREET - DAY A large white van is the only car visible. It’s parked alongside the road. A group of four masked men stand near it. One of them (Masked Man 1) is plump. MASKED MAN 2 So, run us through this again. MASKED MAN 1 For fuck’s sake. Mr. “Shallnotbenamed” hired me - well, and you guys - to take out these two assholes. MASKED MAN 2 That's it? So there's only two guys up there? MASKED MAN 3 I thought there was like five. MASKED MAN 1 No, there’s three. See, that’s where my genius comes in. These two guys think they kidnapped some important son of some important man. MASKED MAN 4 Who did they really kidnap? MASKED MAN 1 This dumbass kid I know. It doesn’t matter. What matters is they’re now waiting, in an abandoned building, to be killed. Genius, eh? The masked men laugh. MASKED MAN 3 So...there’s three up there? MASKED MAN 1 Yes.
MASKED MAN 3 But we’re only supposed to kill two? MASKED MAN 1 Yeah. MASKED MAN 4 Which two? Masked man 1 takes a deep breath. MASKED MAN 1 The fucking two who don’t look like they’ve just been kidnapped. MASKED MAN 4 Oh. MASKED MAN 1 We good now, yes? MASKED MAN 2 We good. MASKED MAN 1 Okay. Remember, don’t shoot till’ I say so. The four reveal their guns and approach the building’s door. One of them kicks it in; they cautiously enter. A few beats. KNOX steps into the shot. He limps, while holding a fist of red tissue to his nose, up to the door. He notices it’s been kicked in. KNOX (to himself) What the fuck is this... Knox steps through the doorway. CUT TO: INT. AN ABANDONED LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME Sullivan enters the room with two pistols. He hands a revolver to Dave. Dave checks the rounds, and spins it shut.
DAVE Okay, Hampton. Listen to me nice and carefully-At the end of the hallway the DOOR IS KICKED IN! The men in masks begin FIRING at Dave, Sullivan and Hampton! Bullets ricochet off walls and rip through the wooden furniture! MASKED MAN 1 What the fuck are you guys doing?! Oh fuck it, AHGGGHHH!! Masked Man 1 OPENS FIRE WITH HIS MACHINE GUN! DAVE GET THE FUCK DOWN! -Dave and Sullivan scramble to cover beside the doorway. -Hampton drops to the ground and fumbles his way out of the crossfire. -A tense fire fight ensues. Dave and Sullivan fair remarkably well. -Dave and Sullivan run out of ammo. -After losing three men, the lone masked invader presses his attack all the way into the room. MASKED MAN 1 Drop your guns! Drop your fucking guns! Sullivan and Dave drop their guns. Hampton cowers in the corner. DAVE Don’t shoot! You have no idea how valuable this kid is! The Masked Man laughs, and kicks the guns away. MASKED MAN 1 He’s bait. Turns out the predator was actually... The prey. The Masked Man tears his plastic mask off to reveal he is MAURICE. HAMPTON Maurice?!
DAVE We’re prey? What? MAURICE Sorry, kid. Business is business. You were just my bait, that’s all. No foul play, am I right? All’s fair. Maurice raises his gun. MAURICE (CONT’D) You fuckers crossed the wrong Italians this time. BANG! Maurice DROPS TO THE FLOOR! KNOX stands behind him. His nose full of bloody tissues, and sporting his blood stained apron. He steps over the body, right into Dave and Sullivan’s faces. KNOX This kid belongs to me, and his Daddy’s worried sick. Dave and Sullivan are silent. HAMPTON Knox! Oh god is it really you?! Hampton screams like a little girl on Christmas morning. KNOX Yes, sir. I’m here to get your ass back home. C’mon. Hampton scurries over to Knox. Knox raises his gun at Dave. KNOX (CONT’D) Should I kill you? DAVE I ask the questions around here, Nimrod. BANG! BANG BANG BANG BANG! Knox guns him down. Knox turns to a silent Sullivan.
KNOX Should I kill you? SULLIVAN No. Knox looks into his eyes. KNOX Are you Jewish? SULLIVAN No sir. Knox nods. He turns to leave. SULLIVAN (CONT’D) I’m a Jehovah's witness. A beat. BANG! EXT. A SMALL CITY STREET Knox and Hampton hobble into Knox’s car. It roars to life, and after a moment, peels out into the sunset. CUT TO: AN EXPENSIVE OFFICE - NIGHT - SOME TIME LATER JACK (65) with a white beard, white head, and white face, sits in a plush leather chair. Hampton stands next to him, a little bruised but clean and content. Knox stands opposite them with a very gorgeous, vary Latino, MARIA, on his arm. JACK Knox, I just cannot thank you enough for what you did. KNOX Oh, it was all for Hampton’s sake. HAMPTON You’re my hero, Knoxy. JACK I can’t believe Maurice would be involved in something like this.
KNOX People just cannot be trusted. Always something more going on. Especially street vendors. And neighborhood watches. Everyone looks confused except Knox. HAMPTON Yeah, yeah. And Knox, you did it without shedding a single drop of blood! No violence involved! Amazing. Hampton winks. Maria hugs Knox with all her strength. MARIA Oh, baby!!! Changing your bad habits for my own personal preference it’s... It’s just amazing, honey. I love you. KNOX Oh you know it, baby. I love you too. Knox winks back. JACK But, hey, Knox, you good at math? KNOX Got halfway through my finance degree a couple years back. Why? JACK I know a guy who needs a new finance guy. If Maria is okay with a little employment change. Maria jumps and waves her arms. MARIA Yes I am! Oh baby you better take that job. KNOX Well, I think I’m his guy. Knox smiles. FADE TO BLACK.
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