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Written by Michael Peterson
COLD OPEN The STRIKE of a MATCH. The flame burns bright. The match is raised to the tip of a cigarette and lights it. Someone takes a long drag of the cigarette and slowly blows a cloud of smoke. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: INT. SMALL DIRTY APARTMENT - EVENING The walls are bare and have an old, worn out look about them. The rest of apartment - a sort of studio looking place matches the walls. Everything is plain; no vibrant colors, no fancy decor, nothing. The only “decor” to speak of would be the trash empty bottles, dishes, and old magazines - that is strewn about the place. There is a women sitting on the bed, which is in the living room since the place is too small for an actual couch. This is SLOANE, a down and out girl in her mid twenties. Sloane looks tired and fed up with the world. Her clothes are, much like everything else, worn out and dull. She sits in silence. Also in the room is a man, JIMMY, mid-to-late twenties as well, standing in front of a sink, which is loaded with dirty dishes, tapping his finger constantly - TAP... TAP... TAP... Jimmy is smoking a cigarette. Despite the fact these two are down are out, they look cool, the way a couple of outlaws from the 50’s would. The two of them sit in silence together. No sounds, just the TAP.... TAP... TAP of Jimmy’s finger against the counter top. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Jimmy stops the tapping. JIMMY (cigarette in mouth) You remember the night we first met? Uh huh. SLOANE
2. Jimmy, blowing a cloud of smoke, leans forward slightly and raises his eyebrows as if to say, “well...”. Slouched back against the wall, Sloane isn’t picking up on whatever it is Jimmy’s trying to say, or if she is, she’s not biting. JIMMY We do the same thing tonight, only difference is we plan it. She’s still not interested. She leans over a picks up an old magazine that was laying around. She skims through it; anything to remove her from this conversation. Sensing that he’s losing her interest, he moves away from the sink and sits on the table in front of her. She still reads, glancing up every now and again. JIMMY (CONT’D) You do remember, don’t you? Now she’s keeping her eyes glued to the page. SLOANE Ya ran into me on the street. JIMMY And what were you doing on the street? She continues reading, trying to ignore Jimmy, who has just now grabbed the magazine out of her hands. Now that she is all but forced to confront this situation, she does... SLOANE Uh, um, I was drunk and with some guy. I don’t know, you saw him grab me, then you beat the shit outta him. Jimmy leans back, having got the answer he was looking for, with a smug look on his face as he takes another drag of his cigarette. JIMMY Exactly. (beat) We do the same thing tonight.
3. Sloane gives a look that says, “you’ve got to be kidding”. She’s not impressed with this idea and wants nothing to do with it. She gets up and leaves, but Jimmy grabs her arm to stop her. He looks at her. JIMMY (CONT’D) It’ll be just this once. Just tonight, then I’ll find another way outta this mess. As reluctant as she is, Sloane knows that the two need this, they need the money; they have very little choice. This is fast cash, a fast way to pay off some of their debts. The two are close to a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, only chances are they won’t go down as folk heroes. Chances are they’ll go down like a couple of small time crooks. Regardless of their fate, or her hatred for this, she seems to care deeply for Jimmy, and knows this is needed. SLOANE I’m gonna hafta change. Jimmy, who still has a cigarette hanging from his mouth, smiles and lets her go. Once she’s left the room, he gets up, puts the smoke out and puts a jacket on. He’s ready to go, and couldn’t be happier. CUT TO: INT. SMALL DIRTY APARTMENT - LATER Jimmy stands at the front door, still waiting on Sloane. After a moment of waiting, Sloane makes her way to the door, all dolled up and ready to go. Just before they leave, Jimmy holds her by the shoulders gently, yet assertively. JIMMY Y’know I won’t let anyone hurt ya, y’know that, right? Sloane nods her head and smiles. She’s clearly nervous, but it’s obvious that she trusts Jimmy.
4. With that, the two make their way out of the dirty apartment they call home. CUT TO: EXT. CITY STREETS - EVENING The sky is black but the lights on the sidewalk brighten the town up enough to feel safe. The city is alive. Sloane walks slowly up and down the street, looking carefully for her mark - preferably someone who appears to be flushed with cash. Then, she spots him: SLOANE’S POV A tall, slim, well dressed man walks to the driver side of a decently nice car. He’s talking to someone on the sidewalk. She RUSHES over to his car before he gets a chance to pull away. She leans down to the window of the passenger side, TAPPING on the glass. The well-to-do man looks over. This is VINCE, a guy in his mid twenties who looks as though he runs his own business, and is out for a night on the town tonight. He’s a little buzzed, but just enough for the confidence boost. Sloane, on the other hand, is acting like she’s had a few too many to drink. She’s doing this perfectly; not too drunk, not too sober. Vince rolls the window down and leans in to get a better look at her. SLOANE Y’mind if I hitch a ride with ya? VINCE Uhh, sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush, and I don’t really pick up-Sloane decides to put Vince’s worries to rest. SLOANE I ain’t no hooker, if that’s what yer thinkin--
5. VINCE --That’s not wh-SLOANE I just need to hitch a ride home, is all. (beat) I’d be very, very thankful... Something about her eyes and her tone have intrigued Vince. He stares at her for a moment, then gestures for her get in. VINCE Ah, what the hell. Sloane giggles and gets in the car, and before she does, she glances over her shoulder toward Jimmy. SLOANE’S POV Jimmy is standing some distance away, smoking. He nods his head, and makes his way into an alley and to their meeting place. She gets in the car. INT. VINCE’S CAR - LATER Vince no longer has any signs of ever had hesitated about driving Sloane - he looks to be enjoying her company. She is still acting a little tipsy, and has been vaguely flirting with Vince throughout the whole car ride, which explains Vince’s change in behavior. By now the city streets are gone, and the much darker, sketchier streets have arrived. Off in the distance there is a building with one street light near by, Sloane points to it. SLOANE How’s about we get out up there? CUT TO: EXT. SKETCHY PART OF TOWN - NIGHT Leaning against the very same building Sloane is pointing to, is Jimmy, still smoking, or smoking again.
6. He is in the darker part of the building, the light just catching the side of his face. He paces back and forth, calm, cool, and confident in his plan. Every now and then he peeks out to the road to see if any cars are coming. JIMMY’S POV Pair of headlights a block away. He jumps into the shadows, puts out his cigarette, and gets ready; this could be the car he’s been waiting for. CUT TO: INT. VINCE’S CAR - CONTINUOUS Vince pulls up to the curb in front of the building. Sloane has now begun to tap on Vince’s knee impatiently. SLOANE Here. Stop here. VINCE What’s here? Sloane gives Vince a a little smile, as if to indicate she’s about to let him in on a little secret. SLOANE I can’t go back home; my boyfriend see’s me with you, he’d kill us both. Lets stay here tonight, just you and me. Vince stares out at the darkness around the car. VINCE Listen, I don’t think staying here’s a great idea. Why don’t we go back to my p-Sloane exits the car, SLAMMING the door shut. She stumbles toward the building. Vince is quick to react. He gets out of his car and runs toward her.
7. EXT. SKETCHY PART OF TOWN - CONTINUOUS He puts his hand on her shoulder, swinging her around. VINCE I’ll take you to my place, just get back in the car. Sloane tries to resist and escape from Vince, but he keeps grabbing her by the arms, thinking he needs to keep her safe. Once this struggle starts to look like more than just Vince trying to help, a MATCH is STRUCK. Vince suddenly stops trying to get Sloane back in the car and turns around. Jimmy stands in the darkness, just visible by the streetlight, lighting another cigarette and looking just as cool as ever. Vince takes his hands off Sloane. He walks toward Jimmy trying to explain what just went down. VINCE (CONT’D) This isn’t what you think. She’s had a little too much to drink, and I’m just driving her home. At this point, Sloane has dropped to the ground and pretends to be helpless. Completely ignoring Vince’s explanation, Jimmy LUNGES forward at Vince with a powerful RIGHT HOOK to the JAW. Vince rolls across the side of the car and lands on the ground. He’s in shock, and SCRAMBLES to his feet, but Jimmy’s too fast. He lands a strong right JAB to the GUT. Vince doubles over in pain. Jimmy swiftly KICKS him in the ribs. Vince is thrown over on his back from the force of the kick. Figuring Vince has had enough for now, Jimmy wanders over to Sloane, who is still on the ground, and crouches in front of her. JIMMY (quietly) You OK?
8. She nods with a smile; this is better than she anticipated. Jimmy returns the smile. Remarkably, Vince still has enough energy to make it to his feet. He is trembling and bruised, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Jimmy hears his victim get to his feet. He turns around, stands up again. The two men are 10 feet away from each other. The headlights of the car are still on; they both stand in the beams of light. JIMMY (CONT’D) (taking a drag of his cigarette) Listen, buddy, I don’t wanna cause no trouble or nothing, so, uh... listen, uh, how much cash you got? VINCE (in extreme pain) Three... hundred... Jimmy’s eyes light up. They’ve hit the jackpot. JIMMY WHOA! (nodding his head excitedly) Yeah, that should do. You gimme the three - for the ladies cab ride home - and I’ll forget the whole fuckin’ thing. Jimmy slowly begins to walk toward Vince, intimidating with every step. VINCE ...the wallet’s in the car. Jimmy just gestures for him to get the wallet. Jimmy, meanwhile, turns back around to his girl with a smile and blows out a cloud of smoke. In the car, Vince opens the glove compartment and grabs wallet. As he does, he notices that beside the wallet is a hunting knife he keeps for emergencies. Vince grabs both. He leaves the car, closes the door, and rests against it. He waits for Jimmy to make his way to him.
9. With every step that Jimmy takes, Vince is slowly and silently opening his blade behind his back. When Jimmy’s close, he holds out his hand for the wallet. In one quick motion, Vince hands over the wallet and LUNGES forward, sticking the blade in Jimmy’s gut. Jimmy falls back, clutching at his wound. His shirt is wet with blood. Sloane RUSHES over to his aid, unsure of what to do. She holds him tight in her arms. Vince leaves the blade in Jimmy’s stomach, grabs his wallet, and quickly drives off into the darkness, leaving the two crooks alone. They sit there in each others arms, each one losing everything they had. Bonnie and Clyde would be proud; they gave up everything for what they loved.
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