EXT.

WAREHOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Mason and Jesse approach the entrance to the warehouse. Its
open door looms over them, dark and intimidating. They stop
and try to peer into the darkness.
MASON
Last chance.
JESSE
For what?
MASON
To not make a huge mistake.
JESSE
Well whats the worst thing that
could happen? You think someone
went through all this trouble just
to...what? Rob us? Murder us?
MASON
Remember when we were kids and we
spent six weeks trying to trick
Jimmy Cardenas into giving us his
new bike? We spent a hundred
dollars and got two hours of sleep
a night.
Jesse has no answer.
INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Its basically empty except for a few crates and a wandering
Mason and Jesse.
MASON
So what did this guy say? Just show
up here and then what?
JESSE
I dont know. Watch your back.
MASON
Oh, now youre concerned.
JESSE
Shut up, and stick by me.
(Whispering) I got the gun out of
your trailer.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 2.
MASON
What? When?
JESSE
After I got back from Macks.
MASON
Jesus, Jesse.
JESSE
(Calling out)
Hello? Is anybody here?
VOICE (O.S.)
Mister Marlow.
Mason and Jesse jump. Jesse puts his hand on his hip, ready
to draw his gun.
From the shadows emerges the enigmatic MR TORRANCE: A tall,
slender, aging man with an air of great dignity.
TORRANCE
Nice of you to join us.
MASON
Who are you?
TORRANCE
My name is Mr. Torrance. I trust
that Mr Marlow here has told you
about me.
JESSE
Well there wasnt exactly a lot to
tell.
MASON
What is it that you want from us?
TORRANCE
Attendance would be a nice start.
Where are your two other
associates?
MASON
How do you know about them?
TORRANCE
Did you really think we wouldnt?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (3) 3.
MASON
I--
TORRANCE
Im sorry, but I do believe that
this meeting was arranged with our
friend Mr Marlow. (To Jesse) Now,
Jesse. Where are your friends?
JESSE
You never said anything about them.
You just said you could help us.
TORRANCE
Exactly. "Us." Meaning you, and
your three associates. Now my
employer is a very impatient man,
and very particular man, and your
failure to produce the rest of your
group of misfit murderers does not
please him.
Jesse is visibly disturbed by this.
JESSE
Employer? I thought it was--I
mean...
TORRANCE
You thought it was I who would
deliver unto you your salvation?
JESSE
I--Yes? Yeah. Yes. I--I did.
TORRANCE
Well, Im sorry to disappoint you,
but it was not I who requested your
presence.
MASON
(Impatient)
Then who the fuck did?
TORRANCE
All in good time, Mister Grace. All
in good time.
MASON
No, I want some god damn answers.
Who are you people? What do you
want from us? And how do you know
my name?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (4) 4.
TORRANCE
Produce the rest of your associates
and you will get your answers. Do
not disappoint us again. My
employer is not a man who is known
for his compassion for failures. We
will contact you with another
meeting place.
INT. JESSES TRAILER - NIGHT
The door BURSTS open. Jesse rushes in, distressed. Mason
follows him more calmly.
JESSE
Jesus fucking Christ, man. Jesus
fucking Christ! He fucking knows!
Fuck! Where is the god damn booze!
Jesse frantically searches for his bottle.
MASON
Jesse, calm down.
JESSE
Fuck you! Fuck you I wont calm
down. He knows, man! He fucking
knows!
Jesse finds his WHISKEY. He takes a deep swig.
MASON
Knows what?
JESSE
Murdering misfits! Thats what he
called us! (Breaking down) Right to
our fucking face, thats what he
called us he fucking knows what we
did! Jesus Christ.
He takes another drink and slumps down against his counter.
JESSE (CONTD)
What the fuck are we gonna do?
MASON
Alright, calm down. Think. Think
about this. Yes, he knows. And
thats bad, but its not--
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 5.
JESSE
HOW?! How does he know?!
MASON
I dont know.
JESSE
So-so what hes blackmailing us? Is
that is? Oh, Jesus, thats it, hes
blackmailing us.
MASON
Look, just calm down alright. The
cops obviously dont know and
thats all that matters at this
point. And Im sure hes not
blackmailing us. He cant be. Why
would he, weve got nothing to
offer him.
JESSE
Well maybe he doesnt know that!
Maybe he just wants to make some
quick cash and--and he doesnt care
what weve got!
MASON
Why would he approach you then? Why
not...
JESSE
Why not what?
MASON
Why not Leon? I mean, hes the one
who...
JESSE
Oh my god. You--youre right.
(Pause, then alarmed) What if he
got to Leon?!
EXT. LEONS TRAILER - NIGHT
Mason and Jesse run up to Leons front door and BANG on it.
MASON
Leon! Leon, are you in there?
(Bangs) Leon!
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 6.
JESSE
Fuck this, man.
Jesse tries to open the door. Its locked.
He throws his shoulder into it. And again. And again. And
again until finally it CREAKS and BREAKS DOWN. The two men
step over the broken door into...
INT. LEONS TRAILER - CONTINUOUS
The only light in the trailer is a rectangle of LIGHT coming
through the door from a streetlamp outside. The place is a
mess. LIQUOR BOTTLES are strewn all across the floor. The
carpet is ground in with CIGARETTE BUTTS. A glass table
covered with lines of COKE.
Sitting on the couch is an unconscious Leon wearing nothing
but boxers and an undershirt. By his side is the BLOODY
BASEBALL BAT.
Jesse rushes over to Leon and tries to revive him.
JESSE
Leon! Leon, wake up, man! Come on!
Leon awakes with a start. He looks confused.
LEON
What are you guys doing here? What
the hell happened to my door?!
JESSE
Oh, thank God.
LEON
Whats going on?
MASON
Crazy shit, Leon.
LATER
Mason sits in a recliner facing Leon and Jesse on the couch.
The baseball bat sits in the scattered coke on the glass
table. Jesse cant take his eyes off it.
LEON
How does he know?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 7.
MASON
I told you to get rid of that bat.
LEON
He does not know what we did
because of the fucking bat.
MASON
What we did? Last time I checked,
you were the only one of us who
beat a clown to death.
LEON
Fuck you, Mason! We were all there!
And you know what, if I hadnt done
what I did, wed all be getting our
asses raped in prison!
MASON
(Looking around)
Seems like youve really been
celebrating the saving of your
asshole, Leon.
JESSE
Leons right, man. We need to find
out who these guys are before we
see them again.
MASON
What do you mean see them again?
Were never seeing them again.
JESSE
Man, you heard what that Torrance
guy said! We all gotta show up, or
hes gonna, hes gonna--
LEON
Gonna what?
JESSE
I dont know. He didnt say. But I
really dont wanna get on that
dudes bad side.
LEON
Im inclined to agree. I want to
meet this guy. And whoever he works
for. And we need to tell Danny.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (3) 8.
MASON
Shit. I dont want Danny involved
in this.
LEON
Well like it or not, he is. Maybe
you shouldnt have involved him in
the first place. Maybe we shouldnt
have robbed that place, then none
of this wouldnt have happened. But
we did. And it did. So quit
bitching and get your brother.
LATER
Danny has joined the group.
MASON
So, yeah, thats the situation.
What do you think?
Long pause.
DANNY
Why dont we just kill him?
JESSE
Im sorry. What?
MASON
What the hell are you talking
about?
DANNY
Well you said its an old guy
right? And it sounds like its just
him and its boss. So next time we
see them, we, well, you know.
He mimes shooting a gun with his fingers.
MASON
Danny, what the hell is wrong with
you? Are you serious?
DANNY
Well Im sorry, but it sounds to me
like this is our only options.
LEON
Were not--
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2) 9.
DANNY
What? Were not murderers?
LEON
(Fierce)
Eat shit.
Leon hits a line of coke off the table and grabs the bat.
LEON(CONTD)
You know what, kid? I oughta take
this bat and bash your fucking
teeth in!
DANNY
Wouldnt be the first time youd
done it.
LEON
You little shit!
Leon rises and goes to swing for Danny. Mason grabs the bat
and stops it.
MASON
Sit down! Danny, shut the fuck up,
now!
Leon sits down. He and Danny stare daggers at each other.
JESSE
This isnt getting us anywhere.
MASON
I dont know what you want us to
do, Jesse. This guys got us.
LEON
How did he fucking know? I thought
you said the camera was busted!
JESSE
Yeah, what about the clerk? If he
talked to Torrance maybe hell talk
to the cops!
MASON
I dont know, alright?! Jesus, why
do I have to be the one with all
the fuckin answers?