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Written by Bill
Story By Bill and Cory
DOUBLE TAP INT. - STORAGE CLOSET - NIGHT Contents of the storage closet have been pushed aside, clearing a space in the center of the room. A group of men sit around a table playing poker. An old man, RALPH sits beside his son, PHIL (early 40’s), across from them sits a MAN with a smirk that seems painted on. In between them, Bernie(a large man of many chins) and Finch (fast-talking, weasel of a man). The table looks over to Man with suspense, he considers his hand for a moment then smirks. MAN Raise. Finch and Bernie throw down their cards. BERNIE I’m out. RALPH (To Man) All he does is smile this one, what’s so funny? I don’t hear anything funny. (To Phil) You can’t trust a man who smiles so much. I don’t like his face. FINCH You didn’t like your wife’s face neither... but that didn’t stop ya from marrying her. The table erupts, sans Ralph and Phil. BERNIE With teats like those, he probably didn’t know she had a face. Bernie slams his fist on the table. More laughs. PHIL Ease up on the old man would ya? Phil fiddles with his cards.
FINCH Relax, we’re just fucking around, just trying to have a laugh here. Now you in or what? Finch waits to Phil to fold or bet. Phil looks over at Man, then back down to his cards. He licks his lips and taps his cards twice. PHIL Fuck it, fold. Man reaches out, smiles, and rakes in his winnings. FINCH This guy never loses. BERNIE (To Man) What did you have? MAN A gentlemen man never tells. Bernie reaches for his cards anyway and looks at them. BERNIE I never claimed to be no gentlemen. (Looks at cards) A two and a six. You got balls, you crazy bastard. Man smirks. RALPH Again, with the smiles. (To Man) You want some to smile about? Come over here, I’ll give you something to smile about. Ralph tries to get up but his Phil braces him back down. RALPH (CONT’D) (At Man) All lies ‘n tricks in this one. PHIL It’s the game dad. It’s how it’s played. Finch shuffles the cards and deals them back out.
FINCH You bunch of prisses ready to play, or should I get my mother-in-law down here, so we can talk about our feelings a little more? Everyone glances at their cards. BERNIE You know who has a real nice set on teats on ‘er? PHIL Can you go easy on the teat thing. For minute, eh? Phil looks at his cards. BERNIE Well fuck me for trying to spark a little conversation. PHIL Every damn time, it’s with the teats. BERNIE What’s wrong with a nice pair of teats? Phil stands up and throws his cards on the table. PHIL Alright. You know who has a real big fat pair of fucking teats. You, you fat fuck. I fucking fold. Phil falls back in his chair. Bernie lowers his head in shame. FINCH (To Bernie) Relax, new guys winning all the pots. (gesturing to Phil) He ain’t mean it. He just ain’t used to losing is all. Man looks around the table. MAN Check. Finch tries to decipher the smirk on Man’s face.
FINCH I can’t fucking tell what you have. You could have a pair of dogs, and I’d think them a pair of Swedish twins. Fold. BERNIE Check. Finch drops the first set of cards. BERNIE (CONT’D) You ever play with the pro’s or anything? Man smirks. MAN Nah. I’m just lucky tonight. RALPH (Sarcastic laugh) Luck. FINCH I ain’t seen anyone with luck like you. I got a buddy, pretty good, played with some big shots, was even on the TV few times before, but even he ain’t half as lucky as you. Man tilts his head, shuffles in his seat, and leans in. MAN Alright. I got a story. Sure, I played with a couple of pro’s before. A couple of real hot heads. BERNIE (shakes his head) Real aggressive huh? Man nods. MAN Oh yeah. So I’m betting with these guys. And at I’m deep into this pot. deep. My rent’s in that FINCH Been there. and betting this point Like balls pot.
Bernie and Finch are leaning in, hanging on every world. Phil sits back in his char, unmoved by the story. MAN So eventually I’m at the end of the line. These guys have me right where they want me. Both of them have been playing off each other all night. My life is on the river at this point, and I ain’t a good swimmer, if you know what I mean? Bernie and Finch look at each other and nod. MAN (CONT’D) So the first flop comes down. Helps me nothing, but I can see a little flicker in one of the other guys eyes. A little doubt. So I say to myself, here’s my chance. BERNIE So what happened? MAN Turns out the river was generous that night, and I took ‘em. Both of them. The look on their faces. I will saviour that look forever. The two fools, got fooled. FINCH Wow. I always wanted try that high stakes shit, but I can never keep cool y’know? I always have a tell that, like, tips them off. Bernie, driven by excitement of the story, raises. BERNIE Raise. Man looks down at his cards, smirks, then tosses them on the table and begins walking around the table to a mini fridge. MAN Anyone want anything while I’m up? Bernice guzzles back his beer. BERNIE I’ll take a couple.
Finch raises a finger in the air. FINCH One for me. Bernie and Finch look at Man’s cards while his back is turned. Pocket aces, they look at each other confused. Man opens the fridge and looks back. MAN (To Ralph and Phil) You don’t want anything? Ralph spits on the floor. RALPH I don’t want anything from you. PHIL Relax dad. (to Man) No, I’m good, I didn’t bring anything so I don’t want to impose. And besides, the wife will kill me if she smells anything on my breath. Man points at Bernie and then Finch MAN So two for you and one for you? Bernie and Finch Nod. Man smirks. He reaches into the fridge, pulls out a gun and shoots Bernie twice in the chest and Finch in the head. He turns to Phill. MAN (CONT’D) Don’t worry, this one’s on the house. Phil tries to run, but Man catches him in the back of the head. He then turns at Ralph. MAN (CONT’D) And nothing for you. Man collects the money from the table and grabs a suitcase from under Bernie’s corpse. Ralph tries to speak then grabs his chest.
Man pops open a beer and walks out of the room. Behind him, Ralph falls onto the floor. INT. - DOWNTOWN PUB - 7 PM A stocky BOUNCER stands by the door of a thinly populated pub. Visibly bored, he swings his hands, waiting for the evening rush to kick in. The Toronto Maple Leafs are playing on a nearby Television. A group of young girls wearing school uniforms approach from the outisde. A PRETTY BLONDE has the top two buttons of her shirt unbuttoned and her skirt hiked-up. BOUNCER How are you ladies doing tonight? PRETTY BLONDE So far so good. The Bouncer takes a look at the girls and can see they’re wearing uniforms from a nearby high school. BOUNCER I see you’re wearing your school uniforms. PRETTY BLONDE Don’t worry we’re 19. I was held back a year. The Pretty Blonde points to her friends with her. PRETTY BLONDE (CONT’D) We all were. BOUNCER I’m going to need to see some ID. The Pretty Girl smiles at the Bouncer and runs her hand across her chest. Then looks in her purse. PRETTY BLONDE Shoot. I think I left it at home. BOUNCER I can’t let you in without ID. One of the Friends leans forward and taps the Pretty Blonde on the shoulder.
FRIEND (Whispers) I thought you said you knew the bouncer here? PRETTY BLONDE (Whispers) Obviously not this one. Pretty Blonde brushes her friend’s hand back, smiles at the Bouncer, then continues to digs in her purse. She pulls out a piece of ID and presents it to the Bouncer. The Bouncer examines the ID then looks her up and down. BOUNCER I’m sorry I can’t let you in... Across the room, the Lead Bouncer, SHAUN (a man of massive dimensions) notices the situation at the door, and casually walks over. SHAUN What seems to be the problem? The Bouncer presents the ID to Shaun. Shaun gives the Pretty Blonde a long, lingering look. Up and Down. SHAUN (CONT’D) Looks good. Come on in ladies. The girls smile as the walk past the bouncers into the bar. BOUNCER They’re underage. SHAUN (Shrugs) Did you see what they were wearing? Damn. I can’t even get my girlfriend to wear an outfit like that. And everyday? These high school kids don’t know how good they got it. Shaun looks over at the Bouncer and receives an unconvincing look. SHAUN (CONT’D) Besides, it’s dead in here. We could use a little life. Across the bar, a group of COLLEGE KIDS give up a toast.
Shaun gazes over at the table, the Bouncer can see the agitated look on Shaun’s face. SHAUN (CONT’D) Fucking kids. I told them to keep it down. BOUNCER You have a hard-on for those kids or something? You’ve been riding them all night. (Beat) You said it yourself, the place could use a little life. Shaun continues to gaze over at the table. On the TV, the Maple Leafs score a goal. The table with the College Kids celebrates. SHAUN I’m going over there. Shaun leaves the Bouncer at the door and starts lumbering over towards the table. He stops and snaps his head back towards the Bouncer. SHAUN (CONT’D) You coming? The Bouncer lowers his head and follows. It’s clear he doesn’t want to be a part of what’s about to happen. Over at the table with the College Kids, they sit discussing their summer plans. COLLEGE BOY II Well if worse comes to worst, which it looks like it’s coming, I’ll just spend my summer working for my dad. COLLEGE GIRL You make it sound like it’s so terrible. COLLEGE BOY Yeah she’s right, without reliable bookkeeping, there’d be anarchy I say. College Boy smiles and ignites laughter. Shaun storms over to the table.
SHAUN How much have you had to drink tonight. COLLEGE BOY Uh, just a beer or two. SHAUN Well what was it, one... or two? COLLEGE BOY Um, I think this is our second? COLLEGE GIRL This is a bar, this is how you guys make your money. Shaun gives College Girl a look that could kill. SHAUN I know how we make money... by dealing with punks like you before they become a problem. College Girl returns a dirty look towards Shaun. COLLEGE GIRL Punks? COLLEGE BOY Did we do something wrong? SHAUN There’s been a complaint, keep it the fuck down. If I have to come back, I won’t be as pleasant. COLLEGE GIRL Well that’s hard to imagine. SHAUN The fuck I just say? Shaun swats College Boy’s drink our of his hand. LEAD BOUNCER Stand up. COLLEGE BOY Okay, okay we’re leaving. Just let me get my things Shaun grabs College Boy by his collar and brings him to his feet.
COLLEGE GIRL Hey, you can’t touch him, we didn’t do anything... Bouncer puts his hand on the Shaun’s shoulder. BOUNCER (Startled) Shaun, ease up man. College girl grabs the Shaun’s arm and receives a backhand across the face for her efforts. She falls to the floor. Shaun then throws College Boy to the ground. He grimaces in pain. Spectators around the pub dart for the exit. COLLEGE BOY II Hey, stop, I’ll call the cops. College Boy II tries to get between College Boy and Shaun, but Bouncer punches College Boy II in the face, knocking him to the ground. Shaun then drags College Boy to the back exit of the bar. A visibly bloodied and disoriented College Boy pleads to the brute. COLLEGE BOY Please, please..... Stop. Tears roll down College Girl’s face, but little sympathy is received as the kicks to the torso and head continue. The boy’s cries cease as he loses consciousness. The blows continue for a few seconds afterwards. Shaun points at College Girl. LEAD BOUNCER Next time you show your face around here, you best show some respect. INT. - HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT A FATHER weeps over a bed. College Boy lays motionless in a hospital bed. Outside the room, a well-dressed BLACK MAN speaks to a POLICE OFFICER. OFFICER Tragic. He was a good student, about to graduate school. So, the father says.
BLACK MAN (Nods) He was. OFFICER You know them? BLACK MAN He’s a good friend. Good kid. Didn’t deserve this. OFFICER Justice seems to swing slowly these days. BLACK MAN And sometimes, not at all. OFFICER It ain't easy out there. And honestly... we’re overworked. We don’t have time to be where we need to be, when we need to be there. BLACK MAN What about the motherfucker who did this? Is there time for that? OFFICER We’re looking. Found the kid laying in an alley... My guess, the kid and friends got jumped, things went too far, and they dumped the body thinking he was dead. BLACK MAN What are the kids saying? The ones that were with him. OFFICER Not much, looks like they got smacked around a bit too... but, they aren’t saying anything. Probably too scared. Black Man shakes his head. BLACK MAN Too scared? I tell you, if I get a hold of the motherfucker who did this, his coffin’s gunna need a night light.
OFFICER I hear ya, but without any leads... And the kids are definitely not talking... What I’m saying is, the investigation is most likely... ongoing. The Father stands comes out to greet the Officer and the Black Man outside the room. BLACK MAN How is he? FATHER (Deep inhale) Extensive brain damage, no idea when he’ll come out of the coma...If he’ll... BLACK MAN He’ll make it. OFFICER The doctors have no idea when it comes to head injuries. He could snap out of at any time. FATHER That’s what they telling me. A MAN IN A SUIT approaches from down the hall. MAN IN A SUIT I was just down the hall and wanted to come by and offer my condolences. FATHER That’s, that’s kind, of you. Thankyou. The Father fiddles with his hands and anxiously looks around the area. FATHER (CONT’D) I’m going to get back in. I want him to know I’m here, by his side. Thanks again. The Father returns to his son’s bedside. MAN IN A SUIT Crazy times these are when monsters like these roam the streets.
BLACK MAN A damn shame is what it is. MAN IN A SUIT If only there was something that could be done to... something to ease the father’s grief. Black Man stares into the Man In A Suit’s eyes. MAN IN A SUIT (CONT’D) You know what, tell the father, I’ll take care of the bill. BLACK MAN The bill? The kid’s in a coma, it could be years... MAN IN A SUIT Let me worry about that. Just consider me a good samaritan... my good deed for the day. Oh, and one more thing... The Man In A Suit reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper and hands it to Black Man. BLACK MAN What’s this? Black Man unfolds the paper and reads its contents. It’s an address. Black Man looks up from the paper suspiciously. BLACK MAN (CONT’D) Where’d you get this? MAN IN A SUIT It appears these streets have eyes. BLACK MAN Why didn’t you give this to the police? The Man In A Suit gives Black Man an odd look, taps him on the shoulder, then walks away. INT. - DOWNTOWN PUB - NIGHT The pub(same on as before) is booming with a near capacity crowd. JAGGER: a sharply dressed man in his mid 20’s, sits with BOONE: a stocky, unshaven man wearing a sleeveless shirt. A WAITRESS walks passed the table.
JAGGER Waitress! Two more... Look at that, no response. Boone looks up and watches the Waitress walk away. JAGGER (CONT’D) See, that's what's wrong with society. BOONE (Points to Waitress) That looks pretty damn good to me. JAGGER No, not the girl, the girl’s gorgeous, she's a ten. It's the service I'm riddled with. See, the service, no matter how bad the service at the bar, you're still inclined to tip. Boone looks around the pub, checking out the women. BOONE No one’s holding a gun to your head. Jagger leans in closer and uses his hands to illustrate his argument. JAGGER See that's where they get ya. Sure, I could draw my line and not tip, I could do that.... but if I don't tip, no matter how bad the service is, I lose in two ways. First, I look like a dick in front of all the wandering eyes whom can’t mind their own damn business, and judging by this place, there's a plenty of them. And second, I can forget about any quality service hence forth. They have us by the balls. They’re fucking us in our faces, and we smile and say thankyou for the chance to pay 6$ for a 2$ beer. Boone looks around, uninterested in the conversation. BOONE I’m sorry, were you saying something?
Jagger waves his hands in the air and leans back in his seat. JAGGER You’re a dick, you know that? BOONE All that talking just sounded like a fancy way of saying nothing. It's funny, every time there's something wrong with society, it usually involves you not wanting to pay for something. You don't wanna tip, don't tip. JAGGER This is not about the concept of tipping; it's about the obligation. I'm pretty much paying more, just to not have terrible service. Tipping isn’t optional, its enforced. The Waitress returns to the table. WAITRESS And here you are: two beers. Jagger gives the Waitress a smile, grabs the beers and pays for them. JAGGER Thanks sweetheart. Lovely service. The Waitress gives Jagger a tap on the shoulder before walking away. BOONE You tipped her didn't you? JAGGER Those legs make quite a convincing argument. Both Jagger and Boone turn to watch the Waitress walk away. BOONE You should go talk to her. JAGGER (Laughs) Now you may have dabbled with women to varying success in the past, but in this, you are so far out of you element. (MORE)
17. JAGGER (CONT'D) We beautiful people are a fine society. We don’t simply go talk to each other. It’s an elegant game of pursuit. And lust. But stick with me, and if you watch closely, you may learn a few things. But, even I can’t do anything about that mug of yours.
Jagger turns around and takes a look at a group of women ordering drinks at the bar. JAGGER (CONT’D) Ready for your first lesson? Boone points to an ATTRACTIVE GIRL sitting at the bar. BOONE Alright, you bag that one, rounds’ on me rest of the night Jagger stands up and cracks his knuckles. JAGGER Best lube up your wallet, ‘cause I’m about to stick my dick in it. Jagger struts over to the Attractive Girl at the bar and sits next to her. ATTRACTIVE GIRL Can I help you? JAGGER Relax, it’s okay. I’m member. ATTRACTIVE GIRL What? JAGGER (Chuckles nervously) Come on. Jagger makes a “sexy face” and uses his hands to accentuate his face. Attractive Girl gives him a dirty look JAGGER (CONT’D) The society of good-looking people. I can see why you’re defensive though, judging from the look of this lot. Jagger looks around the area.
ATTRACTIVE GIRL I could care less about your society. Jagger turns his head to the Attractive Girl. JAGGER Couldn’t. ATTRACTIVE GIRL Excuse me? JAGGER You couldn't care less. ATTRACTIVE GIRL Obviously. JAGGER No. You used the word wrong. Of course you could care less, I could care the most in the world, yet I could still care less. It's just not an accurate gauge of your care level. If I didn't care at all, then I could not care less. See? ATTRACTIVE GIRL You don't take rejection well, do you? JAGGER Oh, I don't mind rejection. It's the raping and pillaging of the English language I’m not fond of. The Attractive Girl roles her eyes then turns her head away from Jagger. ATTRACTIVE GIRL I could care less what you’re fond of. JAGGER Darling, you aren't pretty enough to be this dumb. Attractive Girl snaps back to look at Jagger and tosses her drink into his face. Jagger stands up with the drink dripping from his face. JAGGER (CONT’D) Heh. I didn’t think they actually did that in real life.
The commotion draws the attention of the lead bouncer, Shaun. With a scowl across his face, Shaun walks over and grabs Jagger. SHAUN Alright, it’s time for you to get the fuck out. Jagger takes a quick look at Shaun’s swollen knuckles, then gives him a suspicious look. JAGGER I'm going to warn you once. Don't touch me. I'll leave on my own. But from the looks of you, that’s what you like; the touching, isn’t it? SHAUN Alright buddy come on. Shaun tries to drag Jagger by the shoulder, but Jagger quickly swats his arm off his shoulder. JAGGER What the fuck did I say? SHAUN What, you some kind of loud-mouth, tough guy? JAGGER What I am, is the guy, who just told you not to touch him, so fuck off (Beat) You see that guy back there giving you the death stare? Across the bar Boone is talking to the Waitress. She laughs and gives him her number. SHAUN (Laughs) Oh is he the one that fights the battles? JAGGER No. I’m the tough one, and he's, lucky for you, the one thing in this place stopping me from putting my boot through your face. See, my friend, he don’t like violence. So he made me promise not to get into any tonight.
Shaun looks over and nods to a group of BOUNCERS standing by the door, then cracks his knuckles. SHAUN You know what they say, bitches get stitches. Jagger stares Shaun in the eyes, and tilts his head. JAGGER I'm glad you understand the situation that's about to happen. The bouncers from the door come up behind Jagger. JAGGER (CONT’D) Cause I'm not normally one to hit a bitch... A Bouncer who recently joined the group, sucker punches Jagger in the face mid-sentence, and another attempts to pull his arms behind his back. Boone runs up and stomps on the Bouncers knee cap then smacks his head on the bar stand. Jagger picks himself up. JAGGER What no line? (CONT’D)
BOONE What do I need a line for? JAGGER I was kinda expecting a one-liner. Two more Bouncers run up and take a swing at Boone, he ducks and Jagger grabs two bottles off the bar and smashes them over the heads of the two Bouncers. The Bouncers are barely phased and come back at Jagger. In the background more Bouncers come running over. JAGGER (CONT’D) That works a hell of a lot better in the movies. Two bouncers grab Jagger and start punching him. Boone punches one in the face, then pushes the other one over a fallen Bouncer. Jagger head-buts the Bouncer holding him then kicks Shaun in the groin and he cowls over. Another Bouncer approaches from the right, and Jagger delivers another kick to the groin, this time to less success.
JAGGER (CONT’D) Fuck this one’s a girl. More Bouncers approach. Several punches are exchanged before Jagger and Boone are eventually subdued and tossed out of the bar. EXT. - DOWNTOWN PUB - CONTINUOUS A visibly battered Jagger and Boone try to pick themselves from the pavement in front of the pub. BOONE You alright? Jagger shakes some dirt from his hair and struggles to his feet. JAGGER Yeah, took it easy on them. Jagger opens and massages his jaw. BOONE No doubt. How'd the broad go? Jagger wipes his face JAGGER Less than ideal. BOONE Well at least the waitress won't be lonely tonight. JAGGER Nah I didn't get anywhere with her either. Boone gives Jagger a smug look. BOONE Who mentioned you? Boone brings out a piece of paper from his pocket with the waitress's number on it JAGGER Did you steal a napkin? BOONE It’s the waitresses number
JAGGER (Concerned) You didn’t mug her, did you? BOONE (Dismissive) No. I just talked her. JAGGER Bullshit. BOONE It’s all about delivery. You just ain’t got no delivery. JAGGER Fuck women, what are they good for anyway? BOONE I can think of a few things... I gotta take a piss. Think you can survive a minute without me? Jagger waves his arms in the air. JAGGER (Sarcasticly) What ever will I do? Boone walks around the corner. A cute GIRL in her mid-twenties with dark hair walks up behind Jagger. GIRL Women have never done anything for me either. Jagger quickly turns to see who’s talking. He tries to focus, but his vision is obstructed by the swelling around his eye. JAGGER Awe, that’s not what I like to hear. Girl seductively smiles and walks around Jagger. GIRL I never said I never done anything for them. JAGGER Oh, now you’ve got me intrigued.
Girl smiles again at Jagger. GIRL So how does a man end up in an alley with blood on his a shirt and a black eye. Jagger spits some blood out of his mouth. JAGGER Occupational hazard. GIRL Oh yeah? What occupation would that be? JAGGER If I tell you, there goes my mystique. GIRL Well now you have me intrigued. JAGGER I spend all day doing what I do. And the last thing I want to do when I'm finished doing what I do, is talk about what I do. Jagger spits more blood onto the pavement. JAGGER (CONT’D) So what about you? A nearby limo on the street honks. GIRL Well that's my ride. Looks like I’ve got to go. JAGGER This late? The Girl grins. GIRL Occupational hazard. JAGGER Well are you're going to at least give me your name and number?
GIRL If I do that, there goes the mystery. Girl gets in the limo and drives away. Jagger lingers in the alley staring. INT. - APARTMENT - LATER Jagger stands in a kitchen holding a frying pan, Boone sits at a nearby table. JAGGER The kitchen has got to be the most dangerous room in the house. Boone looks over from the table. BOONE I'm going to have to disagree. JAGGER What's more dangerous? BOONE As soon as I enter a room, that room becomes the most dangerous room in the house. Jagger rolls his eyes and shakes his head, then shuffles eggs is the frying pan. JAGGER Hungry? BOONE I already ate JAGGER Bullshit. What did you eat? BOONE The waitress. JAGGER And how was that? BOONE Moist JAGGER Fuck you.
Boone stands up and stretches. BOONE Eat up, we got an early day ahead of us. INT. - APARTMENT - MORNING In a spotless room, Jagger is awoken by a ringing phone. Jagger scrambles to pick up the receiver and pulls it to his ear. JAGGER (Groggy) Hello? BOONE (O.S.) Walk-up call motherfucker. Jagger hangs up the phone and looks over to the clock on his night stand. JAGGER Fuck! Jagger jumps out of bed and starts rushing around his room looking for clothes. He goes into a dirty clothes hamper and starts pulling out piles of clothes. JAGGER (CONT’D) (Franticly) Wrinkle. Wrinkle. Wrinkle. Wrinkle. Fuck. He flings open his closet doors and pulls out a suit. EXT. - CITY STREET - EARLY MORNING. Jagger walks down an empty street, dressed in a sharp-looking suit, looking around for something. After checking various buildings addresses, he walks down an alley. JAGGER Where the fuck? THUD! Jagger gets drenched in a shower of blood. The former body of Shaun, lays mangled in front of Jagger. JAGGER (CONT’D) Oh you have to be fucking kidding me!
From above, Boone leans out from a window. BOONE (Shouts) Heads up! (Notices Jagger) Hey asshole, I got something for ya. INT. - LEAD BOUNCER’S APARTMENT - MORNING Jagger frustrated, storms into a mess of an apartment. JAGGER What the fuck do you think... In front of Jagger lies a table stacked with packages of a white substance. JAGGER (CONT’D) Fuck me, that’s a lot of coke. Boone nods in agreement, leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed. JAGGER (CONT’D) What is he? Fucking Scarface? BOONE Well if he’s a drug dealer, he’s a pretty shitty one. The place is a hole. JAGGER So where did he get all the coke? Boone shrugs. BOONE What am I? Dick Tracey? The fuck I know? Boone looks Jagger up and down. BOONE (CONT’D) I like the new look. JAGGER The look? Oh you do, do you? BOONE Yeah, it’s a step up.
JAGGER (Angrily) I look like a fucking tampon. Outside a police siren can be heard in the distance. BOONE Shit. JAGGER What do we do? BOONE Well we can’t leave all this coke here. JAGGER Fuck the coke, I can’t go out dressed as a virgin’s duvet cover on her wedding night. Boone looks around the apartment, then turns back and looks at Jagger. BOONE Alright, I got an idea. EXT. CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER A cop car pulls up in front of the building. An OFFICER steps out and begins examining the area. Two shirtless men dressed in overalls carrying boxes come out of the building whistling. OFFICER II Hey you two. The two men in overalls walk over to the officer. OFFICER II (CONT’D) I got a report of a disturbance in the area. You wouldn’t happen to have seen anything disturbing around here would you? JAGGER No sir. BOONE We’re movers. OFFICER II Movers?
JAGGER Upenders Suspenders. The gimmick is, well, we wear suspenders. The officer stares suspiciously at Jagger and Boone. OFFICER II Is that right. JAGGER Yes sir. Jagger whistles Eric Clapton - Cocaine as he walks by the cop and puts a box in the back of a car. OFFICER II Did you say something? JAGGER No? Boone puts another box in the trunk. Also whistling. OFFICER II What are you whistling? JAGGER You know, I’m not sure. BOONE It’s just one of those songs that gets stuck in your head. OFFICER II Heh. Jagger and Boone bring more boxes to the car. OFFICER II (CONT’D) That song. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Jagger and Boone finish loading the car with the coke, and get in. BOONE Fuck that was close. Jagger nods. In the side mirror Boone spots the officer aggressively walking towards the window. He taps on the window and gestures for Boone to roll it down.
OFFICER II Cocaine. (Beat) Boone and Jagger exchange a nervous look. OFFICER II (CONT’D) Cocaine. Eric Clapton, Cocaine. The song. Jagger and Boone give a nervous laugh. JAGGER That’s what it was. An awkward silence looms, as the false laughter fades. BOONE Well we gotta... OFFICER II Oh yeah of course. The Officer leans in the window and waves bye at Jagger. OFFICER II (CONT’D) Alright, take it easy boys. Stay out of trouble. The Officer taps the top of the car as it drives away. INT. - BOONE’S CAR - MOMENTS LATER Boone sits in the driver seat with Jagger in the passenger seat. A scowl is strewn across Jagger’s face. BOONE What? Jagger ignores Boone. BOONE (CONT’D) Come On, what’s wrong? JAGGER That suit is ruined, I hope you're happy. $5000 suit. Ruined. BOONE I think you ruined $5000 by buying that suit. (Beat) (MORE)
30. BOONE (CONT'D) I don't see why you gotta get so dressed up for work anyway.
JAGGER We're professionals, god forbid one of us dresses the part... It's like a last supper for the eyes. Like a doctor, but the opposite. Boone checks a message on his phone, and gestures to Jagger to stop talking. JAGGER (CONT’D) Since when did electronic communication surpass the hierarchy of the good ole-fashioned spoken word? BOONE It surpassed it when you ran out of interesting things to say. Jagger gives Boone the finger. JAGGER You know what I still don’t get? ...Where did he get all that coke? BOONE Maybe being a dick pays well. JAGGER Well there’s opening now, you should apply, you’d be a perfect fit BOONE Fuck you too. INT. - OFFICE - MORNING Jagger and Boone arrive at a modern, design-heavy office. A well-dressed Black Man(the one from the hospital) sits at a desk. Behind him, a helicopter rests just outside the window. BOSS Well if it ain't the motherfucking Wright brothers. Sit your asses down. Jagger and Boone sit down in the two chairs opposite their Boss. Jagger shuffles uncomfortably in his seat.
JAGGER They really sacrificed comfort for design on these things eh? BOSS That's because these chairs ain’t for sitting comfy in. They’re for straightening dumb motherfuckers out in. What's this I hear about a motherfucker being thrown out a window. Now I know I ain’t never said to throw no motherfuckers out no windows. BOONE Maybe he jumped. JAGGER Tragic really. BOSS You keep this up, you’ll be the next nigga goin’ out a window. Boss sits back in his chair. BOSS (CONT’D) Now I like you boys, but you be fucking stupid. I can't have you be pulling shit like this. (Beat) Look, you guys fucked up, I know it, you know it, and that Humpty Dumpty motherfucker sure as fuck knows it too. But, I got a job, important job. And since the big boys ain’t in town, I'mma send you. But here's the bad news. It's gunna be an outta town gig. It's sensitive: you gotta go in on the down-low, no flashy hotels, no hot rides. This has to be done quietly and discretely. Boss points at Jagger BOSS (CONT’D) So that means keep that squawking mouth of yours shut. JAGGER Where we going? A library?
BOSS Boston. BOONE Boston? Why the fuck we gotta go down there. Can't they just contact an outfit down there? BOSS Like I said, it's sensitive. I owe someone a favour. But it won't matter, cause you guys are going in, and getting out. JAGGER So we’re going to be stepping on some toes? BOSS But they ain’t gunna know. That's why they want outside help. Everyone down there knows everything about everyone. But they don't know shit about this nigga, and they don't know shit about you. Some big powerhouse is on his deathbed, and the heir to thrown wants to fuck shit up. BOONE And he prefers his shit, un-fucked? BOSS That’s the situation, yes. JAGGER Okay, shitty, out-of-town job. Shit accommodations. Stepping on another agencies toes. Possibility of causing an all-out war... so what's the good news? BOSS I never said shit about no good news. The only good news is getting you two idiots out of my office, and better yet, outta town for a couple days. BOONE (Sarcastic) Can’t you just feel the love?
BOSS Look, I trust ya. You’ll kill this shit. So go home, pack, and get the fuck outta my town. INT. - PARKING GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER Boone and Jagger walk through a parking garage. JAGGER That went better than expected. Boone shakes his head. BOONE Nothing good ever comes out of me going to another country. JAGGER So what car are we taking? Boone stops in front of a rustic looking car. JAGGER (CONT’D) This piece of shit? BOONE Boss said incognito, no one will suspect us driving this. JAGGER I don’t suspect we’ll survive driving this. Boone pats the hood of the car. BOONE Eh, go easy on her. She just gets better with age. The first time I fucked in this car, was in this car. JAGGER You need to start fucking in better cars. INT. - BOONE’S CAR - AFTERNOON Arriving in the city of Boston, Jagger and Boone continuing to their destination. The streets seem to be distracting Jagger.
JAGGER Look at all the ugly people BOONE I've seen uglier. JAGGER uglier sure, I've seen uglier crawl out of your room, but, I've never seen such a high concentration of ugly before. BOONE Nothing a few beers couldn't fix. JAGGER How are so many ugly people sleeping together, surely even they must have something resembling standards. You should need a license to reproduce. Too ugly, too bad. They aren’t doing their children any favours that’s for sure. Boone looks over his right shoulder towards Jagger. BOONE It's amusing how worked up your getting, look at yourself JAGGER They should gather up all the ugly people and send them to their own island. Let them fuck whatever they want. BOONE I believe they already do that, it’s called New Jersey. INT. - HOSPITAL ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON An elderly man lays in a hospital bed. A cute Girl(the one from the street) sits beside the hospital bed. A Toronto Maple Leafs jersey is draped over a chair. A Man In A Suit appears in the doorway. MAN IN A SUIT How's he doing?
GIRL Why don't you tell me. You or one of your men seem to always be circling around him like vultures. MAN IN A SUIT I’m just making sure your father gets the best treatment possible. GIRL They say his time’s running short. MAN IN A SUIT Sadly yes. He is a fighter though. A brilliant man, big heart. Men of his ilk are not long for this world anymore it seems. Girl gives him a menacing look GIRL He’s not gone yet. MAN IN A SUIT And for that we’re both thankful. Have you given any thought of what comes next? Girl turns and leans over her father. GIRL I’m going to do right by him. MAN IN A SUIT Good. Good. Whatever you decide to do, you will have our full support. Girl turns her head 90 degrees. GIRL (Sarcastic) I’m glad I have your support. Man In A Suit takes the hint and quietly leaves. EXT. - MOTEL - LATER A car pulls up to shoddy motel. Jagger and Boone can be heard singing Seal - Kiss From A Rose loudly. They turn off the radio, open the door and nonchalantly walk up to a room. JAGGER Incognito.
Boone digs for something in his pocket, then begins fiddling with the door. The next door down, a WOMEN steps out of a room with baby. She leans against the door and lights up a cigarette. Jagger looks over in disgust. JAGGER (CONT’D) Taking the baby out for a smoke? WOMEN Why don’t you mind your own fucking business? Boone unlocks the door, Jagger shakes his head as he enters the room. INT. - INSIDE MOTEL - EVENING The furnishings of the room appear to be from the early 80's. Boone tosses a suitcase onto the bed while Jagger tosses an envelope onto a nearby table. JAGGER: It feels like the first 3 minutes of SVU. BOONE A black light and this place'll light up like a Christmas tree. Jagger looks around the room, then points to the bed. JAGGER There's only one bed. BOONE Why would he get us a room with one bed? JAGGER You don't think... BOONE What? JAGGER Think the Boss thinks were gay? BOONE We? No. You? Probably. JAGGER Pfft, You are much gayer than I am.
BOONE Okay GQ. You're the pretty boy. JAGGER So you think I'm pretty. BOONE I'm a man's man. JAGGER So you're the kind of man that men like? BOONE Look at this beard, this is what a man’s made of, if anything I scare gays away. Boone sits down on the bed and messes with the contents of the suitcase. JAGGER Ya, well not all of us came out of the womb with a 5 o'clock shadow. Boone gives Jagger the finger. Jagger smiles then walks over to the table and removes contents from the envelope. BOONE Who's our lucky contestant? Jagger admires a photo. JAGGER Damn... Vanessa Hughes. Dude be a lady. Boone stands up from the bed anxiously. BOONE She hot? Boone walks over to Jagger and checks out the picture in his hand. JAGGER eh? BOONE That's an ass with some sass. JAGGER Kind of weird they included the photo with an ass shot.
BOONE It's working on me, I got that shit up here. Boone points to his temple. BOONE (CONT’D) I can recognize a nice ass over a face any day of the week. INT. - INSIDE MOTEL - LATER Jagger and Boone sit at a table looking over floor plans. JAGGER I'll approach the front, you slip in from the back. Boone rolls his eyes. BOONE Where have I heard this before. JAGGER You listening? BOONE Yeah, yeah, I don't see why I always have to come in from the balcony. JAGGER Oh now balconies are an issue? You seemed just fine playing the longest yard with that bouncer. BOONE Why don't you just say why I always take the balcony? JAGGER Because it's good strategic move. This is the plan we've always used. I haven’t seen you dead yet, lest you want it to stay that way, I say we do it this way. BOONE Just admit it. You’re an Acrophobic. Jagger leans back and holds out his hands defensively.
JAGGER I have nothing against tall buildings, some of my favourite buildings are tall buildings. It’s the falling, I’m not fond of. BOONE I just wanted to hear you say you needed me. Let's do this shit. Boone takes out his phone and starts playing Coolio Gangsta's Paradise. He places it on the table. MONTAGE Jagger pulls out a folded suit. He puts pants on and buttons up a dress shirt. He stands in front of mirror and puts gel in his hair then sprays some cologne. Boone pulls out handful of clothes from a garbage bag, picks up a shirt and cuts off the sleeves. He looks at the picture of Vanessa, grimaces, then stands up from the toilet. Both men throw on pea coats. Boone opens a case of guns and they fill their inside pockets. The case closes, and they leave the motel. END MONTAGE INT. - HOTEL RESTAURANT - NIGHT Jagger and Boone sit at a table. Jagger looks up at Boone in disgust. JAGGER What the fuck are you wearing? BOONE I dress for comfort. JAGGER You should burn that. You’re going to get us thrown out of here. A WAITER approaches the table. WAITER Good evening, are you ready to order? The Waiter looks at Boone briefly before focusing his attention to Jagger. JAGGER What's the best thing on the menu? Actually surprise me?
WAITER Ah, I highly suggest the... Jagger raises his hands defensively. JAGGER Whoa, spoiler alert. WAITER Yes sir, and for...you? The waiter looks at Boone with a slight look of displeasure. Boone shakes his head looking down at the menu. BOONE I don't know what any of this shit on the menu is, so I'll just have a burger and fries. The waiter gives Boone a look. WAITER (Disgusted) A burger? BOONE And fries. WAITER Sir, our chef has travelled the world, perfecting his craft. He is world-renown... BOONE Then he should make one hell of a burger. Some time passes, Jagger and Boone have finished eating. A Girl with dark-hair catches Jagger’s eye. JAGGER That's her. BOONE Where? Jagger points to the dark-haired VANESSA. JAGGER Right there. BOONE I don't think so.
JAGGER Sure it is. The target walks by and continues walking until her back is facing Jagger and Boone. BOONE Yep, that's her, I'd know that ass anywhere. JAGGER ...Would you look at that. Two suspicious MEN are carefully trailing Vanessa. BOONE Two trailers? JAGGER Maybe someone doesn’t believe in our abilities. The waiter drops off the bill. Boone picks it up. BOONE One bill. That son of a bitch waiter only brought one bill. Motherfucker doesn't even think I can pay for my own burger. JAGGER He's just calling it how he sees it. He knows good taste when he sees it, you have a lot to learn about fine society. BOONE Burger tasted like shit anyway. INT. VANESSA’S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT Vanessa sits on a bed in a fancy room, talking on a phone. A glass of wine occupies her other hand. VANESSA My father built this company, I don't care what they say. I’m going to continue his legacy. Ever since my mother, my father strived to make sure no one would have to sit through that again, watching their loved ones slowly become a shell of their former self. (MORE)
42. VANESSA (CONT'D) All the while these corporations get rich off the suffering of the poor. Instead of finding a cure, they want to find a way to coupe with the disease. I’ll burn the patents before I start selling them.
Restless, Vanessa gets up and starts pacing around the room. VANESSA (CONT’D) And that, that, asshole. Always looming around my father. Like a vulture. Waiting to pick at the scraps... Yes, I’m taking my medication.. Of course I’m not drinking... I know what it says on the label. Vanessa takes a long swig from her glass. A knock at the door interrupts the conversion. VANESSA (CONT’D) Okay, that's my room service... Oh I'll be fine... Yes Stacey, I will... Yes, I’ll talk to you in the morning... Love ya, too. Bye. Vanessa shakes her head then walks over to the door. She opens the door and the food cart is brought on. VANESSA (CONT’D) Thanks. Just bring it on over there. A room service attendant brings the cart in. Vanessa stares at his face for a moment before breaking a smile. VANESSA (CONT’D) (Laughs) So this is that, oh, so dangerous job? If I didn't know better, I'd say you're stalking me. Jagger stares at Vanessa stunned. JAGGER I think you have me mistaken for someone else. VANESSA So is that eyeliner around your eye then, or did you not get in a bar fight a couple nights ago.
JAGGER I am but a humble Hotel employee. VANESSA You lie as good as you fight. Jagger furs his brow as he tries to remember who the girl is. JAGGER Limo girl? VANESSA Oh so you do remember, how hammered were you? JAGGER Wasn't so much drunk, more like my eye was irritated from to the 290 pound fist in it. VANESSA Small world. JAGGER Apparently. A-par-ent-ly. Vanessa walks over to a fridge and opens it. VANESSA You want a drink... Must be hard pushing those carts around all day. Jagger looks around the room puzzled by the situation. VANESSA (CONT’D) No beer. How about a shot? JAGGER A shot will do. Jagger feigns a gun shot with his hand then examines the room and sits down on a couch. VANESSA I'd say make yourself at home, but it appears you have already. JAGGER So tell me... What were you doing in Toronto? VANESSA What were you?
JAGGER Visiting a friend VANESSA Must be a good friend JAGGER Most friends, are good friends. VANESSA Quite a ways to travel, just for a hang out. JAGGER I grew up there. VANESSA Why'd you leave? Vanessa takes a sip of wine and leans against a wall. JAGGER Who said I did. VANESSA Well that's a long commute. JAGGER I'm a temp. You're quite good at deflecting questions aren't you. VANESSA Hold that thought. I have something you might be interested in. Vanessa walks into her bedroom. Jagger takes his pistol and tucks it in his pants. Vanessa comes back wearing a Leafs jersey. She does a twirl. VANESSA (CONT’D) How you like me now? JAGGER (Surprised) Leaf fan? VANESSA Went to a game when I was down there. It feels nice, but I think it's a little warm for that. The Vanessa seductively sits on Jagger lap.
VANESSA (CONT’D) Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? Jagger gives a nervous smile. JAGGER Beauty and Leaf fan. That’s a shame. VANESSA Why's that a shame? Sounds like winwin to me. JAGGER (Sighs) Jagger flips Vanessa around and draws his gun to her head. JAGGER (CONT’D) Turns out it was pistol, but, don't sell yourself short darling, I was excited to see you. Boone barges in from the balcony and holds out his arm. BOONE I'm going to have to stop you right there. VANESSA Who the fuck is that? Vanessa steps on Jagger's foot and runs away. Jagger calmly pauses for a moment, then kicks the cart at her, knocking her against the wall. She then hits her head and falls unconscious. Jagger turns to Boone and shrugs. JAGGER What's the deal? BOONE She's not that target. JAGGER Sure she is. Look at that ass. Jagger points to Vanessa as she lays unconscious. BOONE No, I mean, we've been got some bad information. Somebody awfully high up must want her dead.
JAGGER How do you know this? BOONE I overheard her. On the balcony. JAGGER Why didn't you tell me sooner, I could've killed her. BOONE Relax, I had plenty of time. You usually do one of your extended monologues first, so I still had a good 13-14 minutes. And besides, it looked you were getting somewhere with her. JAGGER You think I'd have sex with her, then kill her? BOONE I just wanted to see how it’d play out. Jagger points at Boone. JAGGER You are a sick fuck, you know that? Well what do we do... are we saving her now? BOONE Well she is a Leaf fan. INT. - VANESSA’S HOTEL BEDROOM - LATER Vanessa lays on a bed while Boone and Jagger sit at the end, waiting for her to regain consciousness. JAGGER Is it weird to stare at people when they’re sleeping? BOONE You get used to it. Vanessa regains consciousness, sits up, and looks around the room groggily.
JAGGER Okay, let us formally introduce ourselves. I’m Jagger and my grizzled friend over here is Boone. VANESSA (Screams) AHHHHH! Jagger puts a finger to his mouth. JAGGER Shhhhh. VANESSA You can’t shush me. You're trying to kill me. You have lost all shushing privileges JAGGER ok first of all, I didn't try to kill to you, if I did, you'd be dead. I simply started the killing process... which I quickly aborted. BOONE Besides if we really wanted to kill you, we would've done when you were unconscious... less screaming. VANESSA So am I being kidnapped or something? Jagger shakes his, head then reaches his arm out to comfort Vanessa. JAGGER No. We’re saving you. BOONE We’re not in the kidnapping business. Vanessa swats away Jagger’s hand. VANESSA Oh just the voyeurism and murdering business. BOONE Whack her again will ya?
JAGGER Like it or not, we’re your best bet out of here. VANESSA Out of where? Here? As far as I can tell the door is the best way out of here. JAGGER Listen there are people trying to kill you. VANESSA You mean you guys. Sounds like I get away from you, I'll be just fine. BOONE We were hired, with money, to kill you, with bullets. Somebody, in this town, wants you dead. JAGGER We’ll take you with us. VANESSA Where? JAGGER Somewhere safe. VANESSA So I go with you, then what happens if you randomly change your mind, flip flop and try and kill me again. JAGGER Were not floppers, we may flip, but we don't flop. My mamma never raised no flopper. BOONE You can trust us; we're the good guys. VANESSA Ok, I must dreaming. You two, the ones who 10 minutes ago tried to kill me, are the good guys? You aren’t like any good guys I've ever seen.
BOONE Well, to be fair, I never tried to kill you. VANESSA Right you were just playing peeping tom on my balcony... I can't believe I almost had sex with you. JAGGER How long are you going to hold that attempted murder-thing against me. VANESSA Okay, while I appreciate your concern. I’m going to have to pass. BOONE What do you mean pass, you can’t pass. I don’t think you grasp the reality of the situation here. VANESSA Well if what you say is true, I think I’ll rely on the police, as opposed to two bumbling fools. In all honesty your not exactly what one would expect, from someone in your profession. Jagger aggressively points at Vanessa. JAGGER We are not bumbling, I had you right where I wanted. Vanessa picks up her cell phone and dials 911 VANESSA Yes hello? I’d like to speak to an officer. JAGGER What are you doing VANESSA Calling the police JAGGER You can’t do that. VANESSA (Sarcastic) It’s a miracle, it’s working
Jagger looks at Boone and gestures that he should do something. Boone shakes his head and points back at Jagger. The exchange continues until Boone finally hits the Vanessa on the back of the head knocking her out. Vanessa eventually regains consciousness with her wrist bound. BOONE Okay, now we’re kidnapping ya. VANESSA Add it to the list: breaking and entering, trespassing, attempted murder. JAGGER Contemplated murder. I changed my mind. Vanessa submissively looks to Boone and then Jagger. VANESSA So what now? INT. - HOTEL HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER Jagger, Boone and Vanessa stand outisde a room. JAGGER Alright this is the room. VANESSA Room for what? BOONE Two guys were following you, we tracked one of them to this room before we hit up yours. VANESSA How do you know they were watching me? Maybe they were just admiring my good looks. BOONE (Deadpan) No. Jagger looks down the hall.
JAGGER (Anxiously) So how we going to do this? VANESSA You guys have no idea what your doing? JAGGER Of course we do, just usually we have a plan of attack, right now we’re, improvising. VANESSA How you two have avoided killing yourselves, let alone anyone else, is beyond me. BOONE Because we’re professionals. VANESSA Professionals. That’s the last thing I’d use to describe you two... should I even be here for this? Boone and Jagger look at each other. JAGGER Probably not. But, we couldn’t let you escape. BOONE So who’s taking the alt exit? JAGGER The balcony? BOONE I got it last time. JAGGER Rock paper scissors. Jagger and Boone play. Jagger loses. JAGGER (CONT’D) Two of three. Jagger loses again.
JAGGER (CONT’D) Cock sucker. (Beat) Fuck it. Jagger hoofs the door open and runs in, Boone quickly follows behind him. They rush in and subdue the MAN inside. MAN Who the fuck are you? BOONE Fuck you, that’s who. JAGGER Sit your ass down. The Man(the same smirking man from the poker game, but with a totally different demeanor) looks over to Boone for confirmation. Boone nods. Jagger looks over to Boone quickly, then back to Man. JAGGER (CONT’D) What the fuck was that? Man pleads with his hands. MAN Look this is a mistake. Let me go and I won’t call the police. BOONE Oh we know all about you. MAN What do you mean? JAGGER Who was that other guy you were with earlier. Visibly distraught, Man turns to Jagger. MAN I don’t know what your talking about. I’m, here with my wife. We’re visiting from Minnesota. BOONE Does your wife have a dick? Man quickly snaps to look at Boone.
MAN What? No. JAGGER Then who the fuck were you with earlier. MAN Look, I don’t know who that guy was, he just came up to me to ask for the time. I swear. JAGGER You lie to me one more time, so help me, I will shoot in the fuckin’ eye. Jagger jabs his gun towards Man’s face. Man looks at Boone to see if Jagger is serious. Boone nods. Jagger smacks the man across the face with his gun. JAGGER (CONT’D) Look me in the eyes when I talk to you. Don’t you fucking look at him. Jagger points to Boone aggressively. BOONE Last time. Who was that? Man looks at Jagger. MAN I don’t know. Jagger smacks Man in the head again with his gun. JAGGER What did I tell you about eye contact? MAN I’m sorry... I don’t know where to look. Man’s phone begins to vibrate. JAGGER And who might that be? MAN Probably my wife, she went to get ice. She’ll be back any minute. You guys should get out of here.
JAGGER Really. I’ll text back to make sure. Jagger grabs Man’s cellphone and sends a text message. The phone receives another message. Jagger (CONT’D) Look at that, room 405. BOONE Looks like we got a lead. MAN I swear. I have no idea who that is. JAGGER We shall see. Jagger and Boone restrain the man with rope and put duct tape over his mouth then leave the room. INT. - OUTSIDE SECOND HOTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER Jagger, Boone and Vanessa sit outside a hotel room. BOONE Okay, here we go, round two. Inside the room a squeaking noise can be heard. BOONE (CONT’D) I hear bed springs. Jagger smirks. JAGGER Someone’s in store for quite a climax. Boone picks the lock on the door, and he and Jagger sneak into the room. Jagger takes point with his gun drawn. It’s dark with little visibility. Jagger motions for Boone to stay back. JAGGER (CONT’D) (Whispers) Stay here I got this. Jagger sneaks around a corner heading towards the room with the noise. A quick flash knocks the gun out of his hand.
After a short struggle, Jagger knocks the ATTACKER to the ground and runs back to Boone. BOONE (Whispers) What happened? JAGGER (Whispers) Shit. Give me your gun. BOONE (Whispers) Why? JAGGER (Louder whisper) He’s got my gun, just give it to me. Quick. Jagger anxiously reaches for Boone’s gone. Boone pulls it out of his reach. BOONE (Whispers) Are you sure? I don’t think you can handle a big boy gun. JAGGER Just give me it. Boone hands Jagger a Desert Eagle. Jagger returns to where the encounter happened. The Attacker jumps around the corner, but Jagger knocks his aim astray and shoots him twice in the chest. The noise in the other room ceases. Jagger (CONT’D) Oh don’t stop on my accord. Jagger walks up to the room where the noise was coming from and kicks the door in. A second MAN is scrambling at his desk to grab a gun. It is apparent to Jagger by the items in the room that this man is in the same profession as him. Jagger shoots him in the leg. JAGGER (CONT’D) I’m sorry. Did I strike you? MAN2 holds out his hands. MAN2 Wait. Wait.
JAGGER Nah. Man2 braces himself up against the closet door. Jagger calmly walks up to him shots him in the head. Blood splatters and his body drops to the floor. Boone and Vanessa enter the room. VANESSA Oh my god. What did you do? BOONE Did you not listen to what it is we do? JAGGER (to Man2’s body) Well he’s done. A thump is heard from within the closet. Started, Jagger and Boone look at each other. Boone opens the door. A body from within the closet falls to the floor, with a gaping hole where his right eye used to be. Boone looks at Jagger. BOONE Who’s that? Jagger shrugs. JAGGER No idea. BOONE We weren’t supposed to kill him were we? JAGGER Nope. BOONE Fuck ‘em if he can’t take a joke. VANESSA I’m going to be sick. Vanessa looks at the body then runs out of the room. BOONE See that’s why you’re not allowed to use the big boy gun. JAGGER (Sarcastic) Ha, ha, ha... We should get moving. (MORE)
57. JAGGER (CONT'D) Gun shots are like the bat symbol for cops.
INT. - MAN’S HOTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER Jagger, Boone and Vanessa return to Man’s room to find he has escaped. All that remains is the rope and duct tape. JAGGER He’s gone. BOONE I thought I told you to tie him up. JAGGER Easy Adolf, I did tie him up. He must have escaped. BOONE No fucking kidding. You don’t know how to tie a knot? JAGGER (Defensive) I can tie a knot. BOONE What knot did you use? JAGGER What do you mean what kind of knot? A knot’s a knot. BOONE No it’s not. JAGGER Well, I guess it was bunny ears. BOONE Bunny ears? How many ears? One or Two? Jagger holds up the middle finger. JAGGER One BOONE You do not tie someone up with one bunny ear and expect him to stay tied up. (MORE)
58. BOONE (CONT'D) At least throw a second bunny ear in. Show some damn professionalism.
INT. - BOONE’S CAR - LATER Boone drives with Jagger in the passenger seat. Both men look calm. Vanessa sits in the backseat, visibly stressed. VANESSA (Worried) So what’s happening? What do we do now?, I mean, you guys just randomly killed three people. Shouldn’t we like, turn ourselves in? BOONE Fuck no. VANESSA Well I don’t know if I want to be part of this. Jagger turns around in his seat to face Vanessa. JAGGER Like it or not, you’re an accessory now. VANESSA No I am not. If anything, I’ve tried to deter you guys. In fact I do believe I’ve been kidnapped. I’ve done nothing to aid you. BOONE What’s the fastest way to the highway. VANESSA Take a left up at these lights. Jagger points at Vanessa. JAGGER Ah hah. Accessory. That little traffic tip will give us the advantage we need to escape. BOONE Looks like you stuck with us. Vanessa crosses her arms.
VANESSA Great. JAGGER We need to go somewhere safe to plan our next move. EXT. - STRIP CLUB - LATER Jagger, Boone and Vanessa get out of the car and walk up to the entrance of the club. Vanessa looks up at the sign in disgust. VANESSA A strip club? Really? What is this? The Sopranos? Boone smacks Jagger on the chest. BOONE I’m Tony. Jagger rolls his eyes. JAGGER You do realize Tony was a perpetual prick. And some could argue, he was the true villain of that series. Boone shrugs, then points at Jagger. BOONE So? You’re Pauly. Boone and Vanessa walk into the bar. Jagger lingers for a second. JAGGER Fuck that. I’m Tony. Jagger follows Boone and Vanessa into the bar. INT. - STRIP CLUB - MOMENTS LATER Topless women litter the club, many of the women are hovering over a certain group of men in particular. Jagger, Boone and Vanessa sit away from the stage at a booth. VANESSA Really? A strip club? This is a safe place?
JAGGER If someone is looking for us, which is a distinct possibility, they won’t be searching for us here. BOONE Plus the view ain’t half bad neither. VANESSA Well what’s the plan, are we going to sneak out of town? JAGGER No. Not tonight atleast. Boone picks up a drink to cheers. BOONE Tonight we’ll be too drunk. VANESSA What? No I need to get out here. BOONE Relax, you have a secret weapon. Us. We ain’t just eye candy you know. We will kill those who try to kill you. VANESSA How can you think like that? How can you just murder someone so freely? Boone gestures with his hand that Vanessa talks to much as he takes a drink. JAGGER Sometimes when you find yourself in a hole, the best thing to do is kill your way out. Well, actually a rope is the best way. But in this case, the hole is a metaphor. Jagger notices Vanessa is still distressed. Jagger (CONT’D) Relax, I’m joking. There’s a strict procedure. I’ve never killed someone who didn’t deserve it.
BOONE Well besides cyclops back there. We still don’t know who the fuck that was. I’m sure he was prick though. Had that look. Jagger points over to Boone. JAGGER And he’s usually an excellent judge of character. VANESSA But how can you justify that? BOONE There are bad people in this world... Society changes, rules don’t. Boone points to Jagger then himself. BOONE (CONT’D) Us? We’re adaptable. Vanessa looks up to Jagger. VANESSA How do you know they were bad people? JAGGER They were carrying more hardware than home depot. BOONE It’s either them, or us, and it’s never us. JAGGER We were being set up. VANESSA Why would someone want me dead? JAGGER Who knows. Greed, hate, envy. Men are weak. And women are vindictive, so who knows what the fuck they want. VANESSA Is that why you do it? For money?
BOONE We do what society needs, but is too afraid to ask for. Boone’s cell phone vibrates, he answers it. BOONE (CONT’D) Hello. JAGGER Who is it? Boone waves his hand gesturing for Jagger to hold on for a moment. BOSS (O.S.) Boone, how are things? BOONE Uh.. BOSS (O.S.) Going good I assume, why wouldn’t they be? BOONE Of course. BOSS (O.S.) Did you take care of that girl. BOONE Yes, yes we did. Boone gestures to girl to not make a sound. BOSS (O.S.) Fantastic! So by yes we did, I assume you mean you took care of the girl. And not that you left three bodies with holes in the head in hotel room, while letting another get away so he can spread the words of your deeds to all that would hear it, right? Cause one would have to be one dumb motherfucker to get them two confused. BOONE Okay, you caught us. Jagger turns to Boone shocked, gesturing to kill the call.
JAGGER Admit to nothing. BOONE I’m tired of running. BOSS (O.S.) You ain’t going soft on me boy are ya? BOONE Fuck no, I just got a little whiskey dick. BOSS (O.S.) Well either way you boys about to get fucked. Do you have any idea who you popped back there? BOONE I don’t know, couldn’t see his face clearly on the fact of the giant hole in it. BOSS (O.S.) Unfortunately for you, that was some very important motherfucker. You idiots in a lot of shit now. BOONE What kind of shit are we talking about here? BOSS The kind of shit that gets in your crevices. The kind you can’t you can’t wash away. You idiots are up shit’s creek... BOONE ...without a paddle? BOSS I don’t give a fuck, paddle or no paddle, you still gunna get covered in shit. BOONE Well bail us out, make a call. BOSS I don’t think you understand the situation. You guys capped someone with a lot of pull. (MORE)
64. BOSS (CONT'D) There ain’t a damn thing I can do. If I intervene, I’ll have a fullblown war on my hands. You motherfucker’s on your own.
BOONE Wouldn’t be the first time. BOSS And who’s fault is that?... I’ll see what I can do, but I’m not promising anything. Okay? BOONE Alright. Later. Boone slowly removes the phone from his ear with a concerned look. JAGGER What did he say? Good news? Boone points to his face. BOONE Yeah. This is my fucking good news face. JAGGER I thought your face always looked like that. BOONE Fuck you, I’m gorgeous, but even so, he said we shit out of luck. (Beat) Order us a round. VANESSA Drinks, at time like this? Shouldn’t you want a clear mind, so you can figure out what to do? BOONE Basically you gotta drown out all those voices telling you what not to do. VANESSA You mean common sense?
JAGGER Common sense won’t help us now. Common sense dictates we’re going to die. BOONE And I don’t think dying is a good idea. A SERVER comes by with a tray full of assorted shots, and ryes. Vanessa grabs two shots and instantly downs them. BOONE (CONT’D) Atta girl, man up. VANESSA Maybe I keep drinking this will all start making sense. JAGGER Even if doesn’t. Jagger raises his glass. VANESSA Cheers. JAGGER/BOONE (TOGETHER) Cheers. The three of them down their drinks. The Server goes to walk away. Boone grabs her. BOONE Just leave the tray. INT. - OFFICE - NIGHT Boss appears stressed as he scatters papers across his desk. A ringing phone breaks the silence. Boss scrambles to answer. BOSS Hello... It’s late, and I’m still at the office. You?... A problem?... What kind of situation?... Absolutely, I mean what kind of example is this to set for my business... You think those dumb motherfuckers are stupid enough to fuck up a hit, and then call afterwards? Alright, alright... We done?... Yeah.
Boss’s demeanor changes and he slams the phone. BOSS (CONT’D) Who does that uptight Vanilla Ice motherfucker think he’s talking too. Telling me how to run my business. Fuck that shit. Talk about my wife? Boss stands up and shakes his head. BOSS (CONT’D) Hell no. Boss walks over to a cabinet, pushes it aside revealing a room full of firearms. He picks up a large gun. The SECRETARY enters from down the hall. SECRETARY I noticed the call light was off, who were you talking too? BOSS I was monologuing. Setting the mood. You know I monologue to psych myself up. Now get that fine whiteass out of here before you hurt somebody. EXT. - STRIP CLUB - NIGHT Boone, Jagger and Vanessa stumble out of the strip club. BOONE Fuck, where’s the car? VANESSA You’re not driving. Boone searches the area. BOONE No, but it’s still a good idea to know where my car is. JAGGER Yeah, and my, uh,... Jagger makes a gun gesture with his hand. VANESSA Gun?
JAGGER That’s the stuff. Jagger taps his head. Jagger (CONT’D) Smart girl. See you’re not just all legs. VANESSA I used to be in gymnastics. Vanessa tries to stretch her leg up to head and falls over into a bunch of trash. VANESSA (CONT’D) The ground was less movey then. JAGGER We should call a cab. BOONE Wait, no. No cab. Vanessa holds a ringing phone. VANESSA Why not? BOONE The less people that see us here, the better. JAGGER Ah yes... Shhhhh... Jagger grabs the sides of eyes and pulls them wide, like an Asian. JAGGER (CONT’D) Incognito. VANESSA Ahhh. Vanessa realizes the phone is still ringing. VANESSA (CONT’D) (Panicking) It’s still ringing! JAGGER Hang up, quick. No. Smash it.
Vanessa throws the phone in the trash. VANESSA Are they tracing my calls? JAGGER If you let them pick up, they’ll like, send someone no matter what. It’s like policy or something. BOONE She called a taxi. Not 911 you idiot. JAGGER Oh right. VANESSA Well who’s going to drive us now. BOONE Wait here. Boone picks out Vanessa’s phone from the trash, then approaches a BUM. BOONE (CONT’D) Hey Oscar the Grouch. You wanna make some money? OSCAR Hell fucking yes. BOONE You drive? OSCAR Why not? Boone points to Oscar and tosses him his keys. BOONE You’re hired. INT. - BOONE’S CAR - LATER Oscar drives Boone’s car. Boone’s in the passenger seat, Jagger and Vanessa are in the back. Vanessa is asleep. The car is moving erratically. BOONE I thought you said you could drive?
OSCAR I can, it pulls to left. BOONE So pull to the right. OSCAR You know you should really get this aligned, this is all out of sorts. BOONE Yeah, okay, just drive. I’m not going to take mechanical advice from someone who drives at a shopping cart. OSCAR At least that shopping cart doesn’t pull to the left. Jagger leans forward. JAGGER It just pulls downhill. (Beat) Get it, cause it rolls. OSCAR What’s to get? Jagger leans back in disappointment, JAGGER Tough crowd. OSCAR (To Boone) So what’s your story. JAGGER Huh, me? BOONE Not you, you’re in the back. Stick to your back stuff. Let the adults talk. Boone turns to Oscar. BOONE (CONT’D) We’re actually on some private business.
OSCAR What kind of stuff? BOONE What the fuck does private mean? OSCAR Come on, I can keep a secret. What? You think you’re the first people to think of hiring me instead of cab, while they go around doing super secret shit? JAGGER Aren’t we? OSCAR Well yeah, but it’s darn right rude to assume so. Boone waves dismissively at Oscar. BOONE Just...just drive. OSCAR You’re the boss. JAGGER Eh, how about a hard right? Oscar performs a hard right turn. The momentum of the turn forces Vanessa to fall over with her head landing in Jagger’s lap. Jagger grins. JAGGER (CONT’D) Hey.. Hey Boone.. Look, look what’s going on back here. BOONE She asleep? JAGGER Watch, watch... look. Boone turns around. BOONE I’m looking. JAGGER Notice anything.
BOONE Her heads in your lap. Kinda looks like she’s sucking you off. JAGGER See her head. Oscar turns around as well, ignoring the road. OSCAR What? Is his dick out? Oscar’s lack of watching the road causes the car to pull left, nearly clipping an oncoming car. The driver slams the horn. BOONE Eyes in front. Boone points at Oscar aggressively. Boone (CONT’D) On the fucking road. JAGGER Is her head moving up? Boone looks back around to Jagger. BOONE No? JAGGER How about now? BOONE Nothing. JAGGER (Exhausted) See? BOONE No. It’s dark, it’s hard to see. JAGGER Nevermind. Fucking whiskey dick. EXT. - OUTSIDE MOTEL - NIGHT The group pulls into a parking spot outside the motel. Several shady figures linger around. Jagger and Boone exit the car. Vanessa is draped over Jagger’s shoulder. Boone turns to Oscar, still in the car.
BOONE Well this is us. Eh, look, if you wanna crash in the car for the night, that’s alright... just don’t go defiling it or doing whatever you would normally. OSCAR Tonight I sleep like a king. Boone raises a hand to cheers. BOONE To kings. INT. - MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT Vanessa is draped over Jagger’s shoulder, as Boone unlocks the motel door. The group stumbles in. BOONE Just as shitty as we left it. JAGGER What do you want me to do with this? Jagger gestures to Vanessa over his shoulder. BOONE I don’t know, just toss it somewhere. Jagger gives Boone a smirk. Jagger tosses Vanessa onto the bed. She barely makes a noise as her body rag-dolls from the recoil and bounces onto the floor. Jagger turns to look at Boone and shrugs. BOONE (CONT’D) You might wanna pick that up. JAGGER Fuck’em and chuck’em. BOONE (Laughs) Yeah, but seriously, you should pick that up.
JAGGER Yeah...yeah you’re right. Women are so needy. Boone slumps down into a chair. BOONE Ah fuck. I need a drink. JAGGER Fuck that, I’m starving. Let’s get something to eat. BOONE What about... Boone shakes his head towards Vanessa. JAGGER What about what. BOONE The broad. JAGGER What broad? BOONE This broad. Dumbass. Boone walks over to the bed and picks up Vanessa by the hair. JAGGER Oh fuck, right. Well I’m sure she can look out for herself. (Beat) I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’ll go hunt, you... you stay, stay and nest. I’ll hunt, you nest. Jagger walks out the door. EXT. - STREETS - NIGHT Jagger shuffles his way down the street. It’s late with few cars on the road, but the people of the night are present. He notices a shadowy figure. JAGGER What the fuck? Jagger stumbles behind the corner of a building. He cautiously looks over his shoulder.
Jagger (CONT’D) Son of a... Jagger turns back behind the wall, then peeks again. He follows after the shadowy figure, shying his face from the light. The figure enters a convenience store. Jagger follows. Trying to get a closer look, he stumbles into the window making an audible noise. The MAN BEHIND COUNTER and the familiar face turn their heads, as they do Jagger drops awkwardly to the ground to avoid their line of sight. Jagger (CONT’D) Fuck. INT. - CONVENIENCE STORE - CONTINUOUS MAN BEHIND COUTNER Fucking crack heads. The Man Behind Counter shakes his head. MAN It’s the hour. The door opens and the sensor rings, Jagger walks in and hides behind an aisle. The men at the counter continue to engage in conversation, inaudible to Jagger. JAGGER (To himself) Motherfuck. Jagger leans in to get a better view of the man, but in his drunken state, loses balance, knocking over the aisle and its contents. MAN Shit! The Man from the hotel bolts for the door. JAGGER Get back here you pig-fucker. Jagger struggles to get to his feet, but the debris hinders his progress.
MAN BEHIND COUNTER No, no! There will be pig-fucking in my store. Take it to the alley like everyone else. Jagger draws to his feet and follows after Man. EXT. - STREET - NIGHT Jagger pursues after Man through various alley-ways and obstacles. Jagger pauses and hunches over. JAGGER Time out. MAN Time out? There’s no time outs. JAGGER Just give me a... Jagger vomits. Man turns and continues his evasive patterns, Jagger reluctantly resumes pursuit. Finally, Jagger catches-up close enough to make a grab for Man, but as he turns the corner is struck in the head, rending him unconscious. INT. - RUN-DOWN BUILDING - LATER Jagger sits handcuffed to a chair near a window. The surrounding walls are ripe with peeling wallpaper, and most of the other contents of the room have been removed leaving dust outlines. A MAN DRESSED IN BLACK reaches into Jagger’s pocket and pulls out a motel key. He shows it to the other two MEN with him, grinning. EXT. - OUTSIDE MOTEL - LATER Oscar snoozes in the car. A car alarm can be heard in the distance. Faint footsteps get louder as a SHADOWY FIGURE causally approaches the car window and taps on it. Oscar jerks awake and rolls down the window. The Shadowy Figure pulls out a silver object and points it his head. Oscar’s brains splatter across the windshield and interior of the car.
INT. - MOTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER Boone is sitting at a table when he hears a noise outside and braces himself against a wall. He looks over towards Vanessa: still passed out on the bed. BOONE (Whispers) Hey. No response from Vanessa. Silently, Boone rolls across the room to the bed and grabs Vanessa. Boone leaves Vanessa on the ground beside him: snoring quite audibly. BOONE (CONT’D) (Whispers) Hey. Hey. Receiving no response, Boone slaps the girl on the face in a bid to wake her. Vanessa remains unfazed. He then grabs a nearby pillow and holds it over her face, trying to keep her quiet. The motel door is jimmied, then opens. A Shadowy Figure slithers into the false emptiness of the room. By the way the man moves, it is clear he has done this before. He creeps closer. Boone feels his inside pocket looking for his gun, then notices it back on the table. Vanessa resumes her snoring. Alerted to the nose, the Shadowy Figure changes his stride, and readies his gun. Boone (CONT’D) (Whispers) Fuck me. With his back against the wall, Boone uses his far hand to open a nearby drawer and reaches in. The Shadowy Figure darts around the corner. Boone smacks his arm up, drawing his fire upwards. With his right hand he stabs the man in the eye with a fork, using his newfound leverage, turns the man around. Boone raises his other hand opens the man’s throat with a knife. No sound is made, as the man falls to the floor. Boone relaxes back against the wall, visibly relieved. Vanessa raises her head and looks at Boone. VANESSA Is that an egg?
Where the man once had two eyes, he now has one. The other, at the end of the fork in Boone’s hand. Boone turns to Vanessa. BOONE We have to go. EXT. - MOTEL - CONTINUOUS Boone and Vanessa walk towards the car. BOONE (CONT’D) We need to get as far away from here as we can. Is there any place.... Oh for fuck sakes. Boone walks around to the driver side of the car, and notices the damage. VANESSA Oh God! Vanessa covers her mouth with both hands. BOONE Did they have to do him in the car. I fucking loved this car. VANESSA I’m going to be sick. BOONE Yeah, yeah. We’ve heard that one before... What a mess. Open the door. Vanessa looks at the car door disgusted and shakes her head. VANESSA I’m not touching that. BOONE (Sternly) Open. The door. VANESSA No. BOONE Don’t make me come over there. VANESSA I don’t care what you do I’m not opening the door....
Boone feigns a running gesture towards Vanessa. Frightened, Vanessa quickly submits and opens the door. Boone boots Oscar’s lifeless body out the Vanessa’s passenger door onto the pavement, then gets into the car. VANESSA (CONT’D) (Scared) We can’t just leave him like this. BOONE He’ll be fine... He died as he lived. INT. - RUN-DOWN BUILDING - LATER Jagger continues to sit unconscious and bound to a chair. Two Men stand before him, one of the men tosses a liquid into Jagger’s face, and then punches him in the jaw. Jagger grabs his jaw. JAGGER Oh fuck. Are you trying to wake me up, or knock be back out. Jagger sniffs. JAGGER (CONT’D) What the fuck was in that water? Was that piss? Jagger gets struck again. JAGGER (CONT’D) Oh fuck. Maybe that smell was your hand. Jagger gets struck again. MAN DRESSED IN BLACK I can do this all day. Where is the girl? JAGGER What girl? Jagger gets struck again. MAN DRESSED IN BLACK The quicker you learn this, the quicker we’re through. This, is how it works: I ask you questions, you answer. (MORE)
79. MAN DRESSED IN BLACK (CONT'D) If I don’t like your answers... I get progressively more... persuasive. Now again, where is the girl?
JAGGER Oh you mean your mother. I haven’t seen your her since this morning. She had the early bird special, then we went out for breakfast. Again, Jagger is struck. After the exchange, Man walks into the room, and whispers into Man Dressed In Black’s ear. MAN DRESSED IN BLACK Your friend’s are more illusive than we first thought. Jagger looks at Man. JAGGER No. Don’t tell me that fucker captured me. Anyone but him. Jagger gazes into Man’s eyes. JAGGER (CONT’D) I don’t know what it is, but I loathe the very essence of you. I will get you. MAN What makes you think you’ll be leaving this room? JAGGER Well, then I will haunt the fuck out of you and rape your property value. Man Dressed In Black turns to Man. MAN DRESSED IN BLACK Onto more serious matters, did you get my peaches? MAN No, I was about to, but then, he started chasing me.
MAN DRESSED IN BLACK (Deep inhale) I was already disappointed in you, now my disappoint grows. MAN Would you want me to go now? MAN DRESSED IN BLACK Well I shan't want you to linger around me, if that is the alternative. Jagger furrows his brow. JAGGER Are you talking about, Fuzzy Peaches? MAN DRESSED IN BLACK The very same. JAGGER (Suspicious) That’s a pretty fucked-up request isn’t it? MAN DRESSED IN BLACK Every man has his vices. Jagger waits a moment, then speaks. JAGGER Hey, grab me one too. Man gives Jagger a bewildered look. MAN What? JAGGER Well I assume I’m not making it out of this room. Jagger looks over to Man Dressed In Black for a response. Man Dressed In Black nods in approval. JAGGER (CONT’D) When then what’s the hurt? Maybe it will help loosen my tongue. Man Dressed In Black shakes his head.
MAN DRESSED IN BLACK (Irritated) Get the man his bloody peaches and be gone. Man walks out of the room. INT. - BOONE’S CAR - NIGHT Boone and Vanessa drive down lamp-lit streets. A bed-sheet from the motel is drawn over the front seats to cover the splattered mess. Vanessa looks visibly distraught. BOONE It’s going to be okay. VANESSA A man was just shot. Shot right here. Where we’re sitting. BOONE Just be thankful, they were aiming for you. VANESSA Thankful? Should I have wrote them a thank-you card? I don’t understand... Mid-sentence an object outside catches Boone’s eye. Boone Son of a bitch! VANESSA (Appalled) Did you just call me a bitch? Boone jerks the car into a tailspin, throwing the car around 180 degrees onto the opposite side of the road. Quickly, he regains control and begins accelerating. VANESSA (CONT’D) (Startled) What the hell are you doing? BOONE I spotted an old friend. On the streets, a man turns around startled by the disturbance and begins running.
VANESSA Why is your friend running? Are you going to run after him? BOONE Don’t worry, I’ll catch him. Boone accelerates down the street after him. The man tries to evade him by running on the sidewalk, but Boone follows suit, running over stacks of garbage on the sidewalk. VANESSA What kind of friend is this? BOONE Soon to be a close one. VANESSA You’re going to hit him! With a thud, the man flies over the windshield. Disoriented, the man scrambles to get to his feet, but Boone reverses. Boone storms out of the car, and Vanessa follows after him VANESSA (CONT’D) You hit him! BOONE Ya think? Keep watching Nancy Drew, I may just hit him again. Man lies screaming in agony, pinned under the car. Boone (CONT’D) Long time no see. MAN My leg. My leg, it’s stuck. BOONE I can see that. MAN Please, you have me mistaken for someone else. BOONE Oh not this again. Where’s my friend? MAN I told you. Ugh... I told you, I’ve never seen you before.
Boone steps on the man’s leg. BOONE Vanessa, go in the car, in the dash, is a gun. About ye big. Boone gestures his hands with a foot and half between them. MAN No. I can’t. They’ll kill me. BOONE What a coincidence. So will I. Only I’m a sick fuck. You’ll be lucky if I only kill ya. MAN I... I can’t.... You have the wrong... BOONE Vanessa? My gun. MAN Okay, okay, I’ll talk. Vanessa looks at Boone. VANESSA You just wanted a second set of prints on your gun didn’t you? Boone rolls his eyes. BOONE Please. I haven’t finger prints since the fifth grade. EXT. - RUN-DOWN BUILDING - BREAKING MORNING Boone pulls his car over and steps out. Vanessa and Man follow him. BOONE Is this the place? MAN This is it. BOONE Alright. Boone points at Vanessa.
Boone (CONT’D) You, come over here for second. Boone walks towards the back of the car, Vanessa follows. Boone then opens the trunk. VANESSA What’s going on. BOONE It’s time to go into hiding. VANESSA Okay where are we going? BOONE You, are going in here. Boone points to the trunk. BOONE (CONT’D) While I take care of business. VANESSA I’m not going in there. BOONE Yes you are. Boone picks up girl and puts here in the trunk. BOONE (CONT’D) Trust me, it’s safer in there. VANESSA Safer? BOONE Bullets are about to fly. (Unconvincing) Shit’s bullet proof. VANESSA How am I going to breathe? BOONE Don’t worry... Boone pulls the trunk closed, pulls out a gun and shoot a hole in the top of the trunk. BOONE (CONT’D) You’ll breathe.
Boone grabs Man and points to the building wondering where his partner is. Boone (CONT’D) Here? MAN Yes. Boone looks up at a window, nods, then climbs on top of his car. Pulls out his gun, and points towards a window. INT. - RUN DOWN BUILDING - BREAKING MORNING Jagger is battered and bruised, still strapped to the chair. Man Dressed In Black sits in front of him, staring attentively into his eyes. JAGGER You know what’s the worst thing was about fucking your mother? MAN DRESSED IN BLACK Get the drill. A MAN WITH A DRILL enters the room. JAGGER Oh your gunna drill me like I drilled your mother last night? MAN DRESSED IN BLACK For her sake, I hope it didn’t hurt as much this will. The Man With A Drill grabs Jagger’s hand, straightens his fingers and fires up the drill. Jagger looks over to Man Dressed In Black Jagger Oh so your the kind of guy who likes to watch are you? MAN DRESSED IN BLACK I supervise. JAGGER So about those fuzzy peaches, and fuzzy peaches I mean your mom’s... (Screams)
Man With a Drill presses the drill under nail of Jagger’s ring finger. Jagger (CONT’D) (In agony) Oh you mother fucker. Man With A Drill turns to look at Man Dressed In Black. MAN DRESSED IN BLACK Why don’t you lessen him one finger. BOOM! A sickening sound mixed of blood, bone, and glass takes over the sound of the drill. Blood covers the side of Jagger’s face. Jagger opens his eyes to see two corpses in front him. Jagger shakes off a string of blood from his face. JAGGER (Estatic) Boom! Headshot motherfucker!. Is that my nigga I hear. I hear a Desert, I know that’s my nigga. Boone and Man walk into the room. Jagger looks towards Boone relieved, as Jagger glances over and meets Man’s eyes, Jagger’s expression lessens. BOONE Don’t you look pretty all dolledup. JAGGER Besides the hepatitis shower and the hole in my finger... I think I look pretty good. Jagger looks over at Man. Jagger (CONT’D) What is that prick doing here? BOONE Oh this guy, he flipped, tell’em. Boone turns to look at Man. MAN I flipped. Boone turns back to Jagger and nods.
BOONE He flipped. JAGGER You know he’s still a cunt right? BOONE I gathered that. Boone stands in front of Jagger who’s still bound to the chair. Both stare at each other. JAGGER (Impatient) Well? BOONE Well what? JAGGER Let me out! BOONE Fuck testy are we? Okay, give me the keys. Boone holds out his hand. JAGGER Keys? What keys? BOONE For your little handcuffs there. JAGGER I don’t have the fucking keys, I’m captured. If I had the keys I wouldn’t be fucking captured now would fucking I? Man points to the two bodies. MAN They’re actually in that pocket there. Boone bends over and starts looking through the inside pocket of one of the corpses. MAN (CONT’D) No, not that one. Boone looks back at Man.
BOONE What? MAN The other one, the one, without the ear. JAGGER I can see why Van Gogh did it, builds character. Boone pulls the keys from one of the corpses, and unlocks Jagger’s bound hands. BOONE You know, I spoil you. EXT. - RUN-DOWN BUILDING - MOMENTS LATER Boone, Jagger and Man walk out of the building and head towards the car. BOONE So what did you learn during your stay at the Captivity Inn? JAGGER You know how in movies, when the hero stumbles, and the Big Bad thinks “Oh for sure this fucker’s obviously done”, and then he reveals his hand. Telling him, for inexplicably reasons, all the intricacies and inner workings of his master plan that he has been working, probably his whole life on? BOONE Yeah? JAGGER Yeah, they don’t do that. Man begins to open the passenger door. Jagger slams the door close on him, and stares at Man. JAGGER (CONT’D) Where’s my peaches? MAN I didn’t a chance to...
JAGGER Back of the bus! Jagger climbs into the car, and notices the sheet over the seats. JAGGER (CONT’D) I see you redecorated. I’m going to rip off a piece for my finger... Jagger lifts the corner of the sheet and notices the blood behind it. JAGGER (CONT’D) Oh shit. There’s blood back here. BOONE Hence why I redecorated. JAGGER Who’s blood? BOONE Oscar’s. JAGGER I little bit of a slob no? BOONE You weren’t the only one who had some action. Jagger sits in the seat, puts on his seat belt and looks over at Boone. JAGGER Is that right? How many? BOONE Well, just one. But I had to save the girl, and get her out of there. JAGGER One? phhshh, my situation was much more dire. BOONE And how’d that work out for ya? Jagger flashes Boone his maimed finger and reaches over and turns on the radio. Some time passes. A song with loud bass plays.
JAGGER Did you get new speakers, the bass is really banging in the back. BOONE No, the radio’s been acting up. Boone listens to the music. BOONE (CONT’D) Fuck that is loud eh? (Beat) Oh Fuck. Boone slams on the breaks. INT. - BOONE’S CAR - MOMENTS LATER Boone sits in the driver’s seat, Vanessa in the passenger seat. Jagger sulking in the back with Man beside him smiling. Vanessa flicks through stations on the radio. JAGGER Hey turn that back. BOONE You know the rules. Jagger sulks back in his chair. VANESSA I love this song. JAGGER I hate this song. Man looks over to Jagger and smirks. MAN You know, it’s growing on me. The end of the song is interrupted by a NEWS REPORT. JAGGER Now we’re listening to the news? VANESSA Shush. JAGGER Don’t you shush me...
NEWS REPORT (O.S.) This is breaking news. We are just getting word that Vanessa Hughes has stepped down as acting president of Perpetual Medicine, leaving Michael Hasselhan as acting president until the board can nominate a permanent replacement. Vanessa was originally scheduled to address the media at a press conference later today. Vanessa’s father and founder of the company, Roderick Hughes, has been bedstricken for over a year. Sources close to Vanessa have said she has had suffered from a mental breakdown due to the rising pressure of being president and apparently left the country. At this hour it is unknown if the press conference schedule for later today will precede as scheduled. Of course, we have more details for you as they become available. VANESSA This has to be a joke. Vanessa picks up her phone. BOONE What are you doing? VANESSA I’m calling the station, finding out what the hell is going on. Boone grabs her phone. VANESSA (CONT’D) What the hell? BOONE They’re baiting you. There is no way they ain’t watching your phone. VANESSA (Delirious) They? (MORE)
92. VANESSA (CONT'D) So all this is really happening? Ugh.. I was hoping it was just one of those dreams.
Jagger looks towards Vanessa shocked. JAGGER What the fuck kind of dreams have you been having? You routinely dream of plans to have you assassinated and usurp you as president of your company? VANESSA I’ve been taking Ambein. JAGGER You own a prescription company, and you’re taking prescription drugs? There’s a joke in there somewhere, but fuck it. VANESSA I get a little stressed sometimes, and have trouble sleeping. BOONE Fuck sleeping, I’ll sleep when I’m dead. VANESSA Well for some of us, that’s a little sooner than later apparently. (Beat) JAGGER We need to check in with the Boss. VANESSA And how do you know he’s not in on it. Think about it. He sends you guys to kill me, and there just happens to be other set of people to kill you guys... And besides we know I’m innocent. Why would he send you to kill an innocent person. The supposedly good guys. Jagger leans on the back of Boone’s chair. JAGGER Give him a call. Let’s show her what kind of people we really are.
Boone picks up his phone, dials a number, and holds it to his ear. BOONE It’s dialing. VANESSA (Sarcastic) The anticipation is killing me. Boone pulls the phone down from his face, with a confused look on his face. BOONE No answer. VANESSA Well what a surprise, looks like you’ve been set up. Boone’s phone goes off. He smiles. BOONE Ah hah! See? Boone looks at his phone. JAGGER What’s he saying. BOONE It’s not him, it’s just a target alert. JAGGER Let me see. Boone lifts his hand so Jagger can read the message. JAGGER (CONT’D) Heh. Boone lowers the phone. Jagger does a double take. JAGGER (CONT’D) (Frantic) Wait! Bring that back up. Boone brings the phone back up so Jagger can read. JAGGER (CONT’D) (Frantic) Fuck me. That’s us.
BOONE What? Boone scrambles to read his phone. BOONE (CONT’D) Son of a Bitch. Jagger is positioned looking over Boone’s shoulder. Boone and Jagger look at each other. JAGGER/BOONE (Together) Cyclops. MAN You guys run a real tight ship over there don’t you? VANESSA I told you! They’re all in cahoots. BOONE Not one is cohooting anything. VANESSA You know what I say we do? BOONE What do you mean we? There is no we. JAGGER Our, next move is to get you as far away from us as possible and hold out until The Boss can clear this shit up. VANESSA So what, I’m just getting swept away now? Is that it? You guys claim your the good guys, well here’s your chance, to be, well... good. BOONE What would you have us do? Vanessa gives Boone and Jagger a stern stare. VANESSA I say we go at them guns blazing?
Vanessa mimes twin pistols with hands flicking the pins, gesturing her head back and forth. JAGGER The only people who say guns blazing are 90’s action heroes and tombstones. “Here lies John Smith, he went guns blazing and died”. BOONE We don’t have the firepower for guns blazing. We are trained to hit not to miss, we don’t bring extra stock. VANESSA Well, don’t you guys normally have like secret caches, like dead drops?... You guys have those right? Or like hidden bases or an armory. JAGGER You mean like, like a Batcave? Are you asking us if we have a Batcave? VANESSA I didn’t say Batcave. BOONE Do you know how impractical a Batcave is, and expensive?. VANESSA Wait... hear me out. I’ve got a plan EXT. - STACEY’S HOUSE - MORNING Outside the front doors of a suburban house, Jagger and Boone drag Vanessa up the steps to the door. VANESSA My plan was better. JAGGER Where did this sudden bloodlust come from?
VANESSA I’ve been kidnapped, I’ve had like 15 minutes of sleep in the past 3 days, I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk from last night, and oh ya, those prescription drugs I’m taking, the ones to help me sleep, apparently alcohol is not recommended. (Deep exhaule) Oh yeah, and I think I’m coming down with a case of Stockholm syndrome. JAGGER That sounds about right. STACEY Vanessa! A blonde-haired STACEY opens the door and hugs Vanessa, she pulls away and looks at her face concerned. STACEY (CONT’D) You look terrible. BOONE She’s depressed. JAGGER She just had a mental breakdown, perhaps you’ve seen the news? Sick father, quit-her-job kind of thing. STACEY (Giddy) Well I have something special planned to take your mind off that. (Beat) Aren’t you excited? Vanessa gives her friend a tired face. VANESSA (Solemnly) I am very excited... Stacey huddles Vanessa in the door. Before she can get far, Boone grabs Stacey and pulls her back. BOONE She’s pretty sick. She needs to relax. (MORE)
97. BOONE (CONT'D) The doctor said under no circumstances is she to have any visitors. It could... set her off again.
STACEY (Cheerful) It’s okay, growing up we were like sisters. I’ll take really good care of her. BOONE Remember, no one can know she’s here. Doctors orders. INT. - DESERTED LOFT - MORNING Jagger, Boone and Man sit in a circle, eating fast-food on make-shift chairs in. Few pieces of furniture lay scattered around the otherwise barren space. BOONE (CONT’D) Pass me another. JAGGER Easy tubby. BOONE I could eat another 40 of these things. JAGGER Fair enough. Even the guys on death row get to go out on a full stomach. BOONE And you know how you shit your pants when you die, the fucker who gets me is in for a nasty treat. This shit runs right through you. Just open you mouth and let it slide down your throat, and out. MAN Voiding your bowels and soiling yourself, not necessarily the best last laugh. JAGGER It’s an acquired taste. Man puts his burger down on a bucket.
MAN I gotta ask....why go through all this for some girl. BOONE It’s the right thing to do. She’s good kid, we got some bad information. MAN Bad information? This business is based on bad information. If it’s glory you want, you’ll find none of it here. JAGGER That’s where we differ, we are the good guys. MAN I’m sorry but that’s a bunch of bullshit. I’ve seen lots of people try to justify their actions, the things we do. But I’ve never seen anyone try to justify themselves as the good guys. (Beat) What you’ve done, what I’ve done, we’re the monsters they warn you about in school. Boone stares at Man. BOONE So what about you? MAN Me? I sleep just fine at night. Without lying to myself. BOONE Did you finally take your balls out of your purse? MAN You guys are a lot less intimidating once you open your mouth. BOONE Well I say it’s time to get this party started.
Boone takes out Vanessa’s phone and sets it on a bucket in the middle of the room. BOONE (CONT’D) Here we go. Jagger looks over at Man. JAGGER The elevator ready? MAN It’s ready. Boone opens a case of guns perched on a bucket. He pulls out the contents and divides them out between him and Jagger. Boone hands Man a gun. MAN (CONT’D) Me? BOONE We’re far from home, and few of friends. Man looks at Boone suspiciously. BOONE (CONT’D) You’re what we got. INT. - DESERTED LOFT - EARLY AFTERNOON A group of armed men glide up set of stairs. As they approach a door, they ready their firearms. The man in front opens the door and the men behind rush in. The windows are boarded, allowing little light into the room, but the men see through the darkness, sidestepping the scattered debris. They come upon three human-like figures sitting around a make-shift table. They fire their guns. BAD GUY 1 Check ‘em One of the men approaches the downed figures and checks for pulse. He pulls of a blanket revealing piled garbage. He looks back at the man and shakes his head, the face of BAD GUY 1 shows his displeasure. BAD GUY 1 (CONT’D) (Confident) They were here, search and clear.
The man looks around. Another man approaches him. BAD GUY 2 Looks clear, I’ll head up stairs, send a few down stairs, it’s unlikely they got far. The sound of movement erupts from the elevator shaft. The men look at each other confused and then aim their guns at the elevator doors. BAD GUY 1 Eyes up, I want... Music blares from an old radio in the corner. BAD GUY 1 shouts, but his words get lost. As one of the men approaches the radio, another taps him on the shoulder than points at the elevator. The elevator approaches their floor, a bright flickering light can be seen between the seams of the doors. The doors open. Inside an intense strobe light flashes, penetrating the darkness and disorienting the men. Stumbling, the men unload on the doors. For a brief second there is there is a break in the chaos. CRACK! Jagger and Boone wearing glasses and ear men put their skills to weapons with precision, and head. crash through the boarded up windows plugs. Without impairment, the two work. The two of them fire their hitting the fumbling men in the chest
When the area is clear Boone gestures to his throat. Man turns the radio down. JAGGER Well that worked surprisingly well. BOONE Loot the bodies, we need all the ammo we can get. We’d be foolish to think that’s the last of them. We played our trick, it only plays out once. Now that they know we no longer have the jump, their next assault won’t be as passive. Boone points at the stairway.
BOONE (CONT’D) Pile debris in front of that door. If anyone tries to use the stairs, I wanna hear them coming. Jagger and Man leave the area. One of the downed men tries to get to his knees, but Boone causally walks up to him and shoots him in the head and takes his gun. He turns his head, Jagger, Man, and MAN WITH GUN stand before him. BOONE (CONT’D) Son of bitch, you got captured again? Jagger has a gun held to his head, and Man is standing beside him with a smirk that seems painted on. JAGGER Funny story. MAN (Calmly) Well this is embarrassing. My old friends have caught me with my new friends. The shame of it no doubt paints my face. Man’s demeanor has completely changed since the hotel room to what we saw earlier. Cocky, confident. BOONE What are you doing? We ate fast food together, we bonded. MAN (Calmly) It seems my loyalty is easier bought with money than with threats. I’m a fickle bitch like that. JAGGER I think he’s flopping on us. BOONE Just like that. You’re flopping on us.
MAN Don’t take it personally. I’m a man who likes to win. (Beat) The Yankees you ain't. JAGGER Fuck you turncloak. MAN (Calmly) Ah, I will miss our musings. But alas, I have a woman to kill, and you, a grave to fill. Man pulls up the gun Boone gave him earlier an aims at him. In response, Boone eludes his aim and braces himself against a concrete wall. JAGGER Hah! Jokes on you, that gun’s empty. Boone pokes his head around the corner and sees Man readying the trigger and quickly pulls back behind the wall. A bullet hits where his head would’ve been. JAGGER (CONT’D) Oh shit the one in the chamber. Okay now the gun’s empty. Man smirks. MAN Well I should be on my way. I can hear more guests downstairs. I’m sure you’ll be adept hosts. Man turns to the Man With Gun. MAN (CONT’D) Once I leave, wait five minutes, then kill them both. If by chance they somehow escape, I want a head start. BOONE I’ll fucking hunt you down, and put a bullet in your face. MAN Oh you can look... but you’ll never find me. I’ve made a career out of being illusive.
Man gives one final smirk, and leaves. Jagger snaps his fingers. JAGGER (Realization) That’s how he escaped my knot, he’s like some kind of Houdini or something. BOONE No you just tie shit knots. MAN WITH GUN Enough with the knots! Boone swats his hand at the Man With Gun. BOONE We’re having a conversation here. MAN WITH GUN Yeah well I have a gun, and I say the conversation’s over. Boone leaves the corner and approaches with his Desert Eagle drawn. BOONE I have a gun too. In fact I think mine’s bigger. MAN WITH GUN I have a hostage. Take another step and I’ll shoot ‘em. JAGGER See, that’s one thing I never understood about the whole hostage paradigm. If he steps closer, and you shoot me, your just going to piss him off more, and then he’ll kill you. So if your plan was escaping, well there’s little chance of that. So why don’t just save us all some time, let me go and we’ll all go our separate ways. Or if you really fancy dying, let me go, and then kill yourself. Sparing us of yet another life on our conscience, lord knows we could use a vacancy. (MORE)
104. JAGGER (CONT'D) Or, or - if you really want, give me the gun and I’ll kill you myself because at this point, I just want to get the fuck out of here.
Man With Gun looks around the room, and considers Jagger’s suggestion a moment. MAN WITH GUN No, I have the hostage, you listen to me. JAGGER Okay, so we’re going through with this whole hostage thing? Fine. Word of advice though, seeing how as I’m assuming I’m your first captee. Am I right? MAN WITH GUN (Confused) Yeah? Boone pulls out his phone and checks the time, then sighs. JAGGER Here’s a pointer, see how your holding me? Yeah? That’s all wrong. You’re holding me all off to the side-like, which may seem like a good idea, well, because for one it shows off the gun to my head, which looks pretty cool, but it’s not so effective. See, like this, my head is here and yours is here. Both easily exposed, and highly hit-able for any reasonably trained shot. Which in most hostages situations the guy on the other side probably is. Former cop, or convict turning over a new leaf, that sort of thing. Man With Gun looks at Boone suspiciously for confirmation. Boone nods. JAGGER (CONT’D) What you want to do is stand me, and point the gun to the of my head. There, now, only body is exposed, and you can safely behind my corpse. behind back my hide
Jagger shifts positions so he is out front, and the gun is held to the back of his head instead of the side. MAN WITH GUN (With confidence) Alright. Now we do things my way. Boone takes a step forward. MAN WITH GUN (CONT’D) One more step and I’ll shoot. Drop the gun and slide it to me. Boone slowly puts his desert eagle on the ground and slides over. MAN WITH GUN (CONT’D) Okay, now... Boone reaches into coat and pulls out the gun he took off one of the bodies. BOONE You didn’t say anything about this one. Boone takes another step forward. MAN WITH GUN I’m not joking! Man With Gun digs his gun to the back of Jagger’s head and pulls back the hammer. MAN WITH GUN (CONT’D) I told you. Drop the gun and... Boone cocks his head. A single bullet flies through the air. Jagger is struck in the chest and falls to the ground. Man With Gun looks at Boone like a deer caught in the headlights. Another bullet fires. The crevice between Man With Gun’s brow and where his nose begins grows as the bullet lodges itself deep within his skull. He falls to the ground. BOONE (Confident) I don’t negotiate with terrorist. Jagger’s body twitches.
JAGGER (Restrained laughter) Oh fuck don’t make me laugh. I think I cracked a rib. BOONE What? That one was pretty good. JAGGER (Laughing) Oh man, so corny. BOONE Fuck off, you want one-liners, there’s my one-liner. Boone helps Jagger to his feet, and throws his arm around his shoulder to help him walk. They head towards the stairs. JAGGER How’d you know I was wearing a vest? BOONE You were? Boone grins. INT. - STAIRWAY/FLOOR BELOW - MOMENTS LATER The two of them limp down the stairs. They hear sounds below them and stumble through the stair doors. They notice the amount of armed men in the room. Boone jumps behind a discarded couch and leaves Jagger braced against wall. Several shots are exchanged. Jagger fiddles with his gun. JAGGER Fuck I’m out. BOONE Jump behind here. Boone pats an open spot beside him. JAGGER Fuck that, I’ll get shot. BOONE I’ll cover you. Jagger shakes his head.
BOONE (CONT’D) (Getting angry) Just fucking jump pussy. JAGGER (Stressed) You’re real quick to anger sometimes, you know that? Jagger nervously prepares himself and then leaps behind the couch, as Boone exchanges fire with the armed men. JAGGER (CONT’D) Fuck, they shot me. BOONE Let me see. Jagger shows Boone his wounded shoulder. Don’t be a pussy, it’s just a flesh wound. JAGGER It’s still a wound... Jagger braces himself behind the couch. Jagger (CONT’D) Who would’ve thought trained killers would be good shots? BOONE No kidding. How much ammo you got? JAGGER (Groans in pain) I told you, I’m out. BOONE For fuck sakes, here. Boone reaches into his pocket and pulls out some bullets. JAGGER Fuck that give me more, I’m the better shot. You hit more drywall than anything. BOONE Bullshit. More shots are exchanged. Jagger checks his gun.
BOONE (CONT’D) Fuck me. JAGGER If we get out of this we’re getting a fucking Batcave... BOONE I hear that. (Beat) Alright we’re pinned down, we’re going to need a distraction. I’ll cover you. JAGGER Cause that worked out so well last time. BOONE Well we’re just wasting bullets here. Jagger ponders. Then looks Boone in the eyes. JAGGER Rock, Paper, Scissors. First game, tie. BOONE/JAGGER (Together) Rock, Paper, Scissors. Second game, tie. BOONE/JAGGER (CONT’D) (Together) Rock, Paper, Scissors. Final game, tie. Boone and Jagger look at each other and nod. They both vault over the couch with their left hand, and shooting with their right. Unfortunately the weight of both men cause the couch to tip over and the two of them fall to the ground. Luckily, the stumble fools the shooters, and they get the advantage and finish them off from the ground. BOONE Fuck me that was close.
JAGGER You’re telling me. Jagger taps the fallen couch with his hand. JAGGER (CONT’D) This couch, it ain’t even bulletproof. No kevlar, just cotton. From the stairwell foot steps can be heard. BOONE Jesus Christ. More? JAGGER Is there some clown-car downstairs dispensing henchmen? Boone stares for a moment. BOONE You know what? You go. Save the girl. (Beat) I’ll stay back, distract them. JAGGER You sure? BOONE Yeah, or all this is for nothing. (Beat) Asshole has a head start. Go. Jagger stands up, turns and looks at Boone. JAGGER If you don’t make it, I’ll sing your story. Jagger runs to the window and steps onto the fire escape. BOONE Eh Jagger? Jagger pokes his head back in the window. BOONE (CONT’D) Fuck her for me. JAGGER I will. I’ll do it for you.
Jagger steps onto the fire escape, then sticks his head back in the window once more. JAGGER (CONT’D) We’re fucking heroes aren’t we? Boone smiles and nods. BOONE That we are. The two give each other one last smile before Jagger leaves. Boone lingers for a moment and takes a deep breath. EXT. - STACEY’S HOUSE - MORNING Man approaches a door an knocks. Stacey answers. STACEY Can I help you? MAN Yeah I’m hear to speak to Vanessa. STACEY (Suspicious) I’m sorry she’s not here... I have the oven on, I have to go. Man smiles at her and stops her from closing the door. MAN It’s okay. I’m with Boone and Jagger. They sent me. I was the guy in the car. Remember? Stacey furrows her brow. STACEY Yeah I do remember seeing you now. Is something wrong? MAN Nothing serious, It’s just important that I speak with her. STACEY Oh okay, well she’s in the shower right now. Man smirks.
MAN I can wait. INT. - STACEY’S HOUSE - AFTERNOON Man sits casually on a couch reading a magazine. Man checks his watch and raises his feet to the table as a trail of red flows across the floor. Nearby Stacey’s lifeless body expels blood from her neck. INT. - DESERTED LOFT - AFTERNOON Boone stumbles through various levels of the loft, eluding and returning fire at will. He runs into an open area with three armed men. He takes out the first two before they notice. He then aims at the third. Two bullets are fired. The man drops, Boone stumbles to his knees as the wound from his stomach drains on the floor. Another man turns the corner with his gun drawn, but Boone is faster. Boone tries to stand but is visibly weakened by the wound and stumbles into a wall. Wind starts blowing in from the window, the noise intensifies as something draws closer. Boone looks out the window to see a helicopter approaching. Boone sits back down and leans against the wall and closes his eyes. BOONE Fuck me. INT. - STACEY’S HOUSE - AFTERNOON Man continues to relax on the couch to the sound of flowing water. He checks his watch again. Visibly growing impatient, rises to his feet and walks down the hall. He knocks on the door once, then twice to no answer. Irritated he opens the door. A quick look reveals that the shower is empty. INT. - VANESSA’S OFFICE - AFTERNOON Vanessa frantically looks through her desk and tries to log into her computer to no avail. She hears a noise and walks over to the window and looks through the closed curtains. A Man In A Suit approaches.
MR. HASSELHAN Ah, Miss Hughes. Shocked, Vanessa turns around and faces Michael Hasselhan. VANESSA What are you doing here? MICHAEL It’s good to see you well. I have heard... reports. Mr. Hasselhan walks around the desk and sits in Vanessa’s desk chair. MR. HASSELHAN (Sighs in relief) Ah. VANESSA (Nervous) I’m locked out. I can’t log in. MR. HASSELHAN We had to tighten security. At night, the city stirs. VANESSA Well, I’ll tell them to let me in. Vanessa walks over to her phone and picks it up. Mr. Hasselhan hangs up the receiver. MR. HASSELHAN I don’t think that’s wise. The board thinks you unwell. I'm afraid you’re locked out. VANESSA It’s my company. (Beat) Let me guess, the board thinks you fit enough? Mr. Hasselhan nods. VANESSA (CONT’D) Well, isn’t that convenient for you. MR. HASSELHAN You know when your father and I started this company, we had a vision. We were revolutionaries. (MORE)
113. MR. HASSELHAN (CONT'D) We vowed to change the world. To give power back to the people. We were foolish then. (Beat) When you give something, something it’s never had before, it doesn’t know what to do with it. You father didn’t have the stomach to make this company what it needs to be. And then he got ill and it came to you to make decisions.
Mr. Hasselhan turns his chair away from Vanessa and faces the window. MR. HASSELHAN (CONT’D) When you first took over I saw something in your eyes, hunger, a fire. Something that was extinguished in your father long ago. I saw a bit of the same thing that I see when I look into the mirror. VANESSA (Disgusted) I’m nothing like you. MR. HASSELHAN Your right. You proved to be just as useless as your father. You had man’s hunger, but a woman’s heart. VANESSA (False confidence) It was you who put the hit on me. MR. HASSELHAN You would throw away this company’s potential. You had us making vaccine’s for obscure diseases most have not even heard of, and on top of that you want to give it away. All the work, of all the people here. Years of their lives. Given away. No. I will not let that happen. (Beat) So I was left with a dilemma as it were. I had all these vaccines, this supply, and no way to monetize it. No market. (Beat) So I had to make a demand.
VANESSA (Startled) My father (Beat) You poisoned my father. MR. HASSELHAN It was compassion that poisoned your father Miss Hughes. (Beat) The weak wilt. Mr. Hasselhan turns the chair back around to face Vanessa. Vanessa is pointing a gun at him. MR. HASSELHAN (CONT’D) Well perhaps we are not so different after all. Vanessa is visibly distraught, tears running down her face, hands shaking. Looks at Mr. Hasselhan with vindication in her eyes. VANESSA Fuck you. I’m no monster. MR. HASSELHAN Do it. It looks like we’re both willing to get dirty to get what we want. But hear me. You’re done. You think I’m the only one who thinks like me. Powerful people in this company think just like me... I just grew balls first. Vanessa swallows, and closes her eyes. Visibly shaking. VANESSA I don’t care. Vanessa’s hands tremble as her finger twitches on the trigger, the pin gets pulled back. A hand grabs the gun. JAGGER No. The world needs someone like you. Not another me. Vanessa turns and hugs Jagger. Jagger flinches from his wounds. VANESSA You look terrible.
JAGGER I was in a gun fight. Jagger turns and looks at Mr. Hasselhan displeased. JAGGER (CONT’D) And you. God damn. Why the fuck you gotta be so evil for. I mean, that’s just distasteful... Are you pro-cancer too? Jagger shakes his head as Mr. Hasselhan sits in the chair looking confused by the situation. JAGGER (CONT’D) I mean you seem like a smart guy, you planned all this shit. Why don’t you take a intro to business course and start making you own evil empire, instead of trying to corrupt a legitimate business. MR. HASSELHAN (Delirious laugh) A Legitimate pharmaceutical business? VANESSA What do we do about him? Jagger looks over to Mr. Hasselhan, he has his head in his hands. JAGGER I say we do the good guy thing. (Beat) Leave him for the police. Jagger and Vanessa walk out of the room, leaving Mr. Hasselhan sulking in the chair. INT. - OFFICE HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS Jagger and Vanessa walk down the hall. Jagger is visibly bruised and limping with his arm around Vanessa. VANESSA We did the right thing. JAGGER You know what? I think I’m really growing at the whole human being thing. (MORE)
116. JAGGER (CONT'D)
(Beat) You didn’t happen to record any of that conversation did you? VANESSA No? JAGGER And no one else knows about this whole conspiracy thing? VANESSA Is that a problem? JAGGER Nah... I’m sure something will stick. Jagger stops and rustles through his clothes. JAGGER (CONT’D) (Unconvincing) Oh damn. I forgot something. Jagger continues to rustle through his things. JAGGER (CONT’D) I’ll be right back. INT. - VANESSA’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Mr. Hasselhan sits with his head in his hands. He looks up. Jagger walks up the to other side of the desk, pulls out his gun and shoots Mr. Hasselhan between the eyes. The force of the shot spins his body so it’s back facing outside. INT. - OFFICE HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS Jagger catches back up to Vanessa down the hall. VANESSA What was that sound. Jagger puts his arm behind Vanessa to encourage her to pick up the pace. JAGGER Nothing. But we should get fuck out of here.
INT. - JAGGER’S BASEMENT APARTMENT - SOME TIME LATER A man sleeps in a bed, sun peaks through the curtains, alcohol bottles litter an otherwise spotless room. A TV mounted on the wall is on mute. A phone rings. Someone struggles under a blanket. JAGGER (Groans) Jagger pulls the blanket off his head, and searches his night stand. He picks up a cellphone. JAGGER (CONT’D) Hello...No I’m up...One a clock...yes I’ll be there. Jagger hangs up the phone and lies back down. He looks up at the TV. A picture of Vanessa with the subtext: BREAKING NEWS: VANESSA HUGHES MAKES FULL RECOVERY, RETURNS TO POSITION. PRESS CONFERENCE EXPECTED LATER TODAY. Jagger smiles then looks over at the clock. It’s twenty to one. He scrambles awake and begins getting ready. INT. - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS Jagger walks down the hallway of a basement apartment and up a set of stairs. He opens the door to a kitchen and sits down at a table. BOONE (O.S.) You look like a bag of shit. JAGGER I feel like one. Boone enters from down the hall. BOONE Rough night? JAGGER The good news is, I can pee standing up again. (Beat) I see Vanessa’s back to work.
BOONE Oh really eh? I had hopes for you too. JAGGER The leader of one the largest pharmaceutical companies, philanthropist and world renown humanitarian, and me, the apparent murdering sociopath. It’s a wonder it didn’t work it. Jagger caresses his maimed ring finger. BOONE The good-looking murderous sociopath. JAGGER (Laughs) Yes the good-looking murderous sociopath. In fact, some would even go as far as to say handsome. BOONE Let’s not get carried away. An attractive girl comes on the TV. Boone looks at Jagger. JAGGER Oh my. BOONE Halfs on a rape charge? JAGGER How much are those going for these days. Boone gives a grin. INT. - HALLWAY/WASHROOM - NIGHT Man walks down the hall of a subway station. He throws an empty bottle into a nearby trash can and uses his new free hand to open the door to the men’s washroom. He opens a stall door, unbuttons his pants and sits down on the toilet seat with a suitcase perched upon his lap. Shuffling can be heard in the stall next to him. Man pays no mind.
MAN IN STALL (Various grunts) Man shakes his head. MAN IN STALL (CONT’D) (More grunts) MAN Are you okay in there buddy? MAN IN STALL (Louder grunts) The grunts are followed by a succession of rapid splashes. MAN IN STALL (CONT’D) (Relieved) Ah. (Beat) Tells us again George. (Beat) Tell us again about the fools you fooled. MAN The fools? (Beat) Man makes a dash to pull up his pants and open the stall. BOOM. The stall door flings open, knocking Man back onto the toilet. JAGGER Don’t stand on account of me. Man’s eyes widen. He reaches for his gun with his hand. Jagger puts a bullet through that hand. Boone perches over the top of the stall. BOONE I told you I’d get you. JAGGER Who get’s to do ‘em? Boone smiles, and they play a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors. It’s a tie. They look at each other, and nod. Man smirks.
MAN You think... Shots explode into Man. Jagger fires from the door while Boone hangs over the side of the stall firing. They lower their guns. Jagger pulls out a pad of paper and writes something in. BOONE What’s that for. Jagger looks up at Boone. JAGGER The books. Someone’s gotta keep track of this shit. A splash alerts Boone and Jagger. They fire their guns at Man’s corpse but the sound was just him voiding his bowls. JAGGER (CONT’D) Fucker scared the shit out of me. (Beat) BOONE Speaking of, can you pass me some ass wipe. I’m out over here. CREDITS. END.