Cry Havoc
 
 
 
 
Written by
 
 
Captain Homicide
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
SUPERIMPOSE:
”Cry 'Havoc!', and let slip the dogs of war."
- William Shakespeare
FADE IN:

EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY

A TERRORIST in body armor rests a scoped M4 carbine on the
wall of a school rooftop.

He scans the surroundings and puts a black walkie talkie to

his mouth.
TERRORIST
Everything’s fine on my end.
He pulls the radio away from his mouth with a confused look
then presses the talk button.
TERRORIST (CONT'D)
Over.
Blood spurts from his neck and he falls to the ground.
A WOMAN in body armor and tactical gear decloaks, serrated
knife in hand.
Her name is SABLE (Mary Elizabeth Winstead). She’s a CIA
operative of incredible skill and superhuman ability.
A voice appears in Sable’s earpiece. It belongs to TECH (Dave
Franco), Sable’s gadgeteer and assistant. The Q to her James
Bond.
TECH (O.S.)
Sable, are you there? Agent Sable,
respond.
Sable wipes the knife clean on the dead terrorist’s shirt.
SABLE
Jeez, Tech. A little patience would
be nice. I can’t exactly speak when
I’m cloaked, can I?
TECH (O.S.)
Understood. Me and the lab rats at
Langley should be finished with the
noise cancellation device any day.
(MORE)
 2.
TECH (O.S.) (CONT'D)
You could full on sprint past
someone and they wouldn’t even hear
it.
SABLE
James Bond, eat your heart out.
TECH (O.S.)
There’s another tango past the
ventilation system.
Sable maneuvers past the vents with a suppressed Beretta M9
pistol at the ready.
Another terrorist sits on a chair facing the roof edge eating
a sandwich and using his smart phone.
SABLE
Is that sandwich any good?
The terrorist turns to face Sable obliviously.
TERRORIST
Yeah, it’s a cheesesteak with-
Shit!
He reaches for his rifle but Sable has the draw on him. She
fires a quiet shot into his head.
The cheesesteak falls apart on the ground.
SABLE
Damn.
TECH (O.S.)
What is it?
SABLE
What a waste of a perfectly good
sammy.
TECH (O.S.)
You’ve been in this business a bit
too long, I think.
SABLE
Haven’t we all?
Sable searches the corpse and finds nothing of value except a
tube of chapstick.
 3.

SABLE (CONT'D)
Seriously? What kind of terrorist
brings chapstick to a hostage
crisis?
TECH (O.S.)
A prepared one.
SABLE
Remind me how many more of these
clowns there are.
TECH (O.S.)
In the building you’re on excluding
the ones you just dispatched there
are thirteen gunmen and five from
the costumed crowd.
SABLE
And they are?
TECH (O.S.)
We have confirmation of Wild Child,
Coldblood, Jackal, Captain Razor
and Spinecutter.
Sable makes her way down a ladder into the top floor of the
building.
SABLE
Spinecutter? The same one that-
TECH (O.S.)
The Chuck E. Cheese massacre.
SABLE
With the-
TECH (O.S.)
Chainsaw, yes. Sick guy I know. The
rest are your typical supervillain
scum. I’m uploading their trading
card stats to you as we speak.
Electronic profiles of the villains appear in front of
Sable’s face.
“WANTED BY INTERPOL FOR ASSASSINATING LONDON MAYOR”,
“CHRISTMAS PARADE BOMBING”, “28 MURDERS CONFIRMED, 35 MORE
SUSPECTED”, “KNOWN CANNIBAL AND RAPIST”, “CLASS TWO
STRENGTH”, “SHOCK GAUNTLETS” and so on.
 4.

SABLE
Christ, this is a regular who’s who
of scumbags. Where did they get
hired, Assholes “R” Us?
TECH (O.S.)
It’s no big deal. None of them are
bulletproof. Or death proof.
Sable drops into an old dilapidated office.

INT. OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

TECH (O.S.)
All hostiles are located on the
first floor. Most of the students
have been released or escaped
already. They’re holding the rest
in the gym waiting for another
thirty million in cash.
SABLE
Thirty million?
TECH (O.S.)
They didn’t take one of the most
prestigious private schools in the
country hostage because they liked
their uniforms. You think a place
called Redwood Academy would suffer
for funds? Some of those kids’
parents have more money than entire
countries.
SABLE
Must be nice.

INT. HALL - CONTINUOUS

Sable makes her way down the hall scanning each room as she
passes on the way to the stairwell.
CUT TO:

INT. GYM - DAY

Fifty HIGH SCHOOLERS and TEACHERS sit in a lavish gymnasium.
Costumed VILLAINS and armed TERRORISTS stand guard over them.
The villains are SPINECUTTER, WILD CHILD, COLDBLOOD and
CAPTAIN RAZOR.
 5.

SPINECUTTER
(Rami Malek)
... Then the waitress brought the
check and Cosby asked who was
paying, right? So I pointed at the
duck and said “It’s his, Bill!”
(Laughs)
Get it?
WILD CHILD
(Alexandra Daddario)
(Laughs)
Fuck me, that’s good!
COLDBLOOD
(Dan Stevens)
You’re five for five on the corny
joke front. I hope you’re proud.
SPINECUTTER
Anything that keeps me from
grabbing some of these brats,
carving bad words into their skin
and making their insides outside.
CAPTAIN RAZOR
(Jimmi Simpson)
Swell idea, Cutter. Let’s see the
snobs buy their way out of that
one. At least the caskets will be
nice. Probably made of something
pretentious like Brazilian
mahogany.
COLDBLOOD
Not while I am in charge. We’re
here to do a simple job, y’all.
Orders from the top were no one
dies unless it’s necessary.
WILD CHILD
Can’t they just Venmo the last
thirty mil? I need to catch up on
Euphoria.
CAPTAIN RAZOR
They name shows after emotions now?
What’s next? Rage and sexual
frustration?
SPINECUTTER
Way to self report, bro.
 6.

WILD CHILD
You know, I had my eye on that cute
blue eyed kid since we got these
trust fund brats in here.
(snorts cocaine from vial)
We can’t kill them but they never
said anything about having a little
fun before the money shows up. It’s
your girl’s time of the month but a
little blood on the dick never hurt
a strapping young lad.
COLDBLOOD
I’m glad I got to work with you
again, Vera, and I mean that, I
really do. My ears are once again
bombarded with such wonderful
things coming from that sperm
dumpster you call a mouth.
WILD CHILD
(wiggles tongue)
Oh, you love it. What can I say?
This bitch been a thot since day
dot.
COLDBLOOD
Cutter?
SPINECUTTER
Yeah, Coldblood?
COLDBLOOD
Remind me what we never do?
SPINECUTTER
We don’t stick our dick in crazy
pussy. Won’t catch me doing that,
no siree Bob. I love to stick
butcher knives in ‘em and violate
the wounds instead.
WILD CHILD
I think I read that in a Hallmark
card. Or was it Pixar?
A terrorist checks his watch.
TERRORIST
Coldblood, there’s a problem.
 7.

COLDBLOOD
As if I didn’t have enough problems
with this Barnum & Bailey Circus
from Hell. What could it be now?
TERRORIST
York hasn’t radioed in yet.
COLDBLOOD
He’s probably taking a piss or
something.
TERRORIST
Yeah, that’s what I thought too but
it’s been a while.
Coldblood closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose
in frustration.
COLDBLOOD
They’re not paying me enough for
this nonsense.
WILD CHILD
Boo, you whore.
COLDBLOOD
Razor, go upstairs and make sure
Jackal hasn’t eaten the poor
bastard.
SPINECUTTER
If he did ask him what kind of
sauce he likes with his human.
CAPTAIN RAZOR
Shouldn’t we draw straws or-
COLDBLOOD
Just do it!
WILD CHILD
Jeez. Someone needs a blowjob and a
cookie.
SPINECUTTER
Oh, man. If I had a swear jar you
guys would make me richer than God.
CAPTAIN RAZOR
For the record I’m Captain Razor,
not Captain Babysitter.
Captain Razor heads out of the gym.
 8.

Some of the hostages whisper to each other.

Wild Child fires a shot over their heads with a stainless
steel .44 Magnum revolver.
WILD CHILD
Next shot goes into a brain! Stop
talking!
She closes her eyes and smells the barrel smoke.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Mmmmm. I love the smell of gunsmoke
in the morning.
COLDBLOOD
That’s a big gun for a little thing
like you.
Wild Child blows Coldblood a kiss.
WILD CHILD
You could stick something else big
in my hands.
(winks)
COLDBLOOD
Or your mouth just to shut you up.
WILD CHILD
(claps excitedly)
Oh, joy.
CUT TO:

INT. LOCKER - DAY

A blonde TEENAGE GIRL whimpers in a locker.
A noise is heard and she firmly clutches a crucifix necklace.
Someone walks past the locker and she relaxes.
The girl wipes her tears and suddenly the locker door gets
ripped off by JACKAL (Cameron Monaghan).
JACKAL
You can’t hide from me, girlie. I
can smell fear a block away.
Jackal grabs the girl by the leg and drags her into a nearby
bathroom, kicking and screaming.
 9.

INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

JACKAL (CONT’D)
I never had a blonde before. I
wonder if you taste as sweet as you
look.
Jackal sniffs the girl’s hair as she whimpers in terror. His
claws rifle through her hair.
JACKAL (CONT'D)
Hmm. Lavender, mint, fear and… Is
that urine I smell? Huh? Did you
piss yourself?
GIRL
Please!
Jackal pops the first button on her shirt off with a claw.
JACKAL
That’s the spirit. Say “Please,
master.”
GIRL
What?
Jackal smacks her and draws blood.
JACKAL
Keep up the Helen Keller act and
I‘ll make you a redhead the hard
way. I want you to say “Please,
master.”
GIRL
Pl-please...
JACKAL
Please what?
SABLE
Step away from her and you leave in
handcuffs and not a body bag.
Sable stands in the bathroom with her pistol aimed at Jackal.
He growls and bares razor sharp teeth.
JACKAL
Just what I wanted. More meat.
Jackal charges Sable and she fires several shots into his
chest.
 10.

He pushes her to the ground and wraps his claw tipped hands
around her neck.
JACKAL (CONT'D)
I’ll suck the marrow from your
bones!
TECH (O.S.)
Sable! Talk to me!
Sable blasts pepper spray in Jackal’s face.
He lets go of her neck and desperately tries to clean it off.
SABLE
You bit off more than you can chew
this time, Hannibal.
Jackal swipes at the air in blind rage.
JACKAL
Bastard!
He rips the sink out of the wall and prepares to throw it.
Sable shoots him in the eye.
Jackal collapses and the sink cracks on the floor. She stands
over his twitching body.
SABLE
Let me help you with that.
Sable fires several more shots into Jackal’s face. He stops
twitching.
TECH (O.S.)
Are you injured, Sable?
SABLE
A little roughed up but none worse
for wear. Can’t say the same for
this human slaughterhouse.
Sable spits on Jackal’s corpse as Captain Razor enters the
bathroom.
CAPTAIN RAZOR
Jackal? Is that your crazy ass
making all that racket?
Razor looks at Jackal’s corpse and makes eye contact with
Sable.
 11.

CAPTAIN RAZOR (CONT'D)
(sighs)
Just what I needed.
Foot long blades pop out of the gauntlets on Razor’s
forearms.
He attacks Sable and she fires her pistol. The bullets deform
harmlessly against his chest armor.
Sable attempts to knock him off balance. His blade goes
through her shoulder and retracts.
He slams her head through the other sink, cracking it to
pieces and spraying water everywhere.
CAPTAIN RAZOR (CONT'D)
This isn’t my first rodeo,
Princess.
As she lays on her stomach bleeding Razor slashes her back.
CAPTAIN RAZOR (CONT'D)
Your last moment on Earth will be
face down on a pissy floor in a
filthy bathroom. Hell of a way to
go, huh?
Razor turns Sable over, grabs her by the body armor and
prepares to kill her.
CAPTAIN RAZOR (CONT'D)
One of the toughest men I ever knew
and he got nailed over some
jailbait slut.
Sable’s hand searches the watery floor for any kind of
weapon. She grabs a white porcelain sink shard.
SABLE
Slut this, dickhead!
She rams the shard into his throat and keeps stabbing until
he finally lets go.
Blood pours from his neck. The puddle on the floor turns
crimson.
CAPTAIN RAZOR
Get you for that... bitch.
Sable grabs a large chunk of the broken sink and slams it
into his head.
 12.

SABLE
How’s it feel?!
Sable hits him in the face over and over until the sink piece
is bloody and shattered.
She stops her assault and Razor’s face is left an
unrecognizable pulp.
Sable kicks his corpse in between deep breaths.
SABLE (CONT'D)
Come on, get up. Get up so I can
kill you again.
TECH (O.S.)
Everyone okay?
SABLE
I’m good. Two scumbags down, a
dozen more to go. Easy as pie.
Sable turns to the frightened girl.
SABLE (CONT'D)
You’re safe, sweetie. I’m one of
the good guys. I want you to go to
the nearest classroom and hide,
okay? Lock the door and block it so
no one can get in. This should all
be over soon.
Sable reloads her pistol and looks at Razor’s gauntlets and
their retracted blades.
She tilts her head in curiosity.
CUT TO:

INT. GYM - DAY

A TEENAGE BOY sits in distress against the gym wall.
Wild Child kneels in front of him twirling his hair and
touching his face.
WILD CHILD
You got a girlfriend, honey?
Terrified he nods yes.
 13.

WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Whatever she has I got and then
some. I can do more with your dick
than a monkey at a playground,
right hand to God. I swear you
won’t know if you’re blowing your
load or stepping foot through the
Pearly goddamn Gates. How does that
sound?
COLDBLOOD
Vera, knock it off already. Need I
remind you we’re professionals here
to do a job. You know what
professionals do that keep them in
business?
WILD CHILD
No, William. But you’re gonna tell
me anyway.
COLDBLOOD
Professionals stay in this business
by listening to the boss. In our
case the boss strictly said no
touching the hostages.
WILD CHILD
Correctamundo. He said no hurting
them to be exact.
Wild Child French kisses the boy.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Never said anything about a little
tonsil hockey. Give me twenty
minutes and I‘ll show you Wild
Child ain’t just a bullshit stage
name. I was dropping college boys
to their knees in high school. Want
me to show you how?
Coldblood’s phone buzzes. He looks at it and a picture has
been received.
COLDBLOOD
What is it now? Bunch of brain dead
children I swear.
WILD CHILD
What are you yapping about now?
COLDBLOOD
Just some dumb message from Razor.
 14.

WILD CHILD
Is it a dick pic? I hope it’s a big
one. Preferably with some girth to
it but Mama ain’t picky when it
comes to dicky.
COLDBLOOD
Vera, I don’t know whether you
should be in a nut ward or a
whorehou-
Coldblood is speechless with horror. Close up of the picture.
The corpses of Razor and Jackal sit posed against the hallway
lockers with their severed heads resting in their lap.
Wild Child notices Coldblood’s silence. She walks over to him
to see what’s wrong.
WILD CHILD
What is it? Was it his dick?
Coldblood shows the photo to her.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
I’m waiting for the punchline.
A text message is received.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
“I’m coming for you.”
COLDBLOOD
Someone’s here.
SPINECUTTER
Hey, guys. I’m on the team too.
Care to tell me what you’re jaw
jacking about?
COLDBLOOD
Someone killed Jackal and Razor.
WILD CHILD
Shame, I actually liked those two.
Another photo is received.
It’s a selfie of Sable giving the middle finger.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
I don’t recognize this bitch.
 15.

COLDBLOOD
She’s CIA. Some kind of new and
improved genetically engineered
super spy I keep hearing about.
WILD CHILD
Doesn’t seem so hot shit to me.
COLDBLOOD
Don’t be so arrogant. That cartel
compound that got blown up in
Sinaloa? That was her. Took out
some of the best private guns I
know while she was at it.
WILD CHILD
Best? She hasn’t met me yet.
COLDBLOOD
Take half the men with you and
handle this. I’m not losing out on
this much coin.
WILD CHILD
Wait, you’re getting paid?
SPINECUTTER
Don’t you think I should go?
COLDBLOOD
Cutter, stay here. You and me will
keep an eye on the hostages to make
sure no one gets any bright ideas.
Wild Child can handle it. Those
lockers are upstairs. I don’t care
if you see Bob Ross blowing bubbles
with Strawberry Shortcake, if you
see anything move blow holes in it
until it stops moving, then shoot
it some more just to be safe.
WILD CHILD
It’s about time I get some action.
(points at terrorists)
You, you and you four, come with
me. Someone wants to stop your
crusade to rid the world of
Capitalism. Are you going to stand
by and let it happen?
TERRORISTS
(in unison)
No!
 16.

WILD CHILD
I can’t hear you!
TERRORISTS
(louder)
No!
WILD CHILD
Whoo! Now that gets my pussy
tingling! Don’t you worry one bit,
Coldblood. I’ll be back faster than
a virgin’s first fuck.
Wild Child heads out of the gym with the terrorists.
She smacks one of them on the butt.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Hurry up! We got some murdering to
do!
They head into the hallway.

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

WILD CHILD
We’ll split between both
stairwells. The goal is to corner
this bitch like a little rat and
she’ll have no choice but to come
out swinging. The one that clips
her gets ten minutes alone with me
and a hole of their choice. Maybe
even a pearl necklace. They didn’t
call me T.O.B at community college
for nothing.
TERRORIST
T.O.B?
WILD CHILD
(points at chest)
Tig ol’ bitties, duh.
Wild Child leads her team up the stairs with weapons drawn.
The terrorist behind her stares at the tattoo on her lower
back that reads “25¢ to Ride.”
Wild Child turns around.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Are you staring at my ass?
 17.

TERRORIST
(frightened)
What? No!
WILD CHILD
What are you, queer?
(laughs)
The missing terrorist from earlier named YORK joins them from
the hallway.
YORK
What did I miss?
TERRORIST
Where‘ve you been?
YORK
The bathroom.
TERRORIST
For a whole half hour?
YORK
You know I have IBS.
TERRORIST
Unfortunately.
The terrorists enter the second floor hallway.

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

“Ace of Spades” by Motörhead plays.
Jackal’s severed head rolls towards Wild Child and the
terrorists.
WILD CHILD
The fuck?
It comes to a stop and two grenades fall out of its mouth.
Wild Child frantically pushes past the men.
The grenades explode killing and injuring everyone but her.
From behind a classroom door Sable picks off the survivors
with her MP7 submachine gun.
Wild Child returns fire with her revolver until she’s out of
ammunition. A bullet grazes her shoulder.
 18.

WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
God damn it!
One of the dying men reaches out to her for help and she
takes his FN FAL battle rifle.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Thanks, pal.
Wild Child takes cover.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Where‘d you learn to shoot?! The
Stevie Wonder School of
Marksmanship?!
The second team of terrorists heads into the hallway from the
other stairwell. Sable reloads.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
You’re good and fucked now!
(thumbs nose)
Neener, neener, neener!
A terrorist‘s boot hits a tripwire.
An explosive device goes off sending hundreds of metal ball
bearings into the terrorists.
Wild Child fires a burst and the bullets render Sable’s
weapon inoperable.
She fires again and it jams. She throws the rifle down in
anger.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Never send a man to do a bitch’s
job.
Each weaponless Sable and Wild Child run toward each other
screaming.
They exchange a rapid succession of punches, kicks and
blocks.
Wild Child kicks Sable into an open locker and spits blood on
the floor.
WILD CHILD (CONT'D)
Think you’re slicker than a
honeymoon prick wasting those two
retards, am I right?
 19.

Wild Child pulls a switchblade from her back pocket and

thrusts it at Sable. She raises her left hand in defense and
the knife goes through her palm.
A blade retracts from the stolen gauntlet on Sable’s right
arm. She swings and severs Wild Child’s forearm in half.
WILD CHILD  (CONT'D)
I’ll rip you in half!
Wild Child attempts to strike with her remaining arm and
Sable grabs it.
SABLE
No guts, no glory!
She disembowels Wild Child and stabs her through her jaw out
the roof of her skull. Her steaming intestines unravel in a
pool of blood.
Sable takes a drink from a water fountain and washes her face
off. She grabs an AK-47 assault rifle off the ground and
several magazines from its now deceased owner.
A dying terrorist moans and Sable casually shoots him.
CUT TO:

INT. GYM - DAY

Coldblood speaks into his walkie talkie.
COLDBLOOD
Are you there? Wild Child, did you
get her yet? Respond, damn it!
Sable’s voice comes over the radio.
SABLE (O.S.)
She’s dead. Like you’re going to be
if you don’t surrender peacefully
and let those hostages go.
SPINECUTTER
Let them go? And I thought I was
the crazy one.
COLDBLOOD
You’re nuts. Wild Child and those
other clowns were one thing but I
won’t be so easy.
 20.

SABLE (O.S.)
Sure about that?
COLDBLOOD
Sure as the sun rises.
The radio goes silent.
COLDBLOOD (CONT'D)
Listen up! Shoot anything that
comes through those doors!
SPINECUTTER
I don’t know about this.
COLDBLOOD
There’s only two ways she can get
to us. Now all we do is wait. It’s
just you and me now, Cutter. You
know what that means?
SPINECUTTER
What?
COLDBLOOD
We only have to split the money two
ways. That’s over a million dollars
each. You’re not crazy enough to
turn that down, right?
SPINECUTTER
Nope. I’d take on ten methed out
tigers and breach the gates of Hell
for that kind of scratch.
The terrorists split into two groups with three men guarding
each entrance door.
The hostages get frantic.

Coldblood fires a blast of electricity from his shock

gauntlets at the floor.
COLDBLOOD
Quiet!
“Lucifer Rising” by Rob Zombie plays.
One of the doors opens and a flashbang grenade slides across
the floor.
It explodes, blinding and deafening the terrorists.
 21.

Sable comes through the doors firing her rifle using Wild
Child’s corpse as a human shield. Her body is riddled with
bullets.
The first group incapacitated, Sable shoots the disoriented
terrorists by the other entrance.
COLDBLOOD (CONT'D)
My turn.
Coldblood fires and Sable pushes Wild Child’s body into the
blast. Her corpse convulses and burns with electricity.
COLDBLOOD (CONT'D)
Don’t just stand there! Kill her!
SPINECUTTER
With pleasure.
Spinecutter teleports to Sable’s right and slashes her side
with his machete.
She swings the empty rifle at him and he teleports out of her
reach.
SPINECUTTER (CONT'D)
Whoop! Whoop! Score one for the
Cuttmeister!
Sable drops the rifle and retracts the blade from her
gauntlet.
Spinecutter attacks. Sable cuts his machete in half and kicks
him in the chest.
He teleports and Sable swings her blade. Spinecutter
reappears only to have his throat slashed open.
She kicks him to the floor and blood sprays from his gaping
wound.
Coldblood grabs a goth girl from the floor.
COLDBLOOD
Drop your weapons or Wednesday
Addams’ brain fries like Chinese
takeout!
Sable thinks carefully about her next move.
SABLE
Coward.
 22.

The insult sends Coldblood into a rage. He pushes the girl

away and fires a blast from his gauntlets.
Sable dodges it and fires her blade into Coldblood’s
equipment.
COLDBLOOD
You missed me!
SABLE
No, I didn’t.
He fires again and his right arm explodes.
Coldblood is thrown to the floor with a bloody stump where
his arm was. Sable approaches him and steps on his other arm.
SABLE (CONT'D)
Make any funny moves and it’s your
dick next. Tech, the authorities
can come in and clean up now. The
hostages are safe.
TECH (O.S.)
Any loss of life?
Sable surveys the various corpses strewn about the gym.
SABLE
None worth mentioning.
CUT TO:

INT. SUV - DAY

Sable rides bloody and battered in the back of a government
SUV.
TECH (O.S.)
I know you’re licking your wounds
but I just got some important info
from Langley on a new Collective
attack.
SABLE
What is it this time? A children’s
cancer ward?
 23.

TECH (O.S.)
No. We got a leak from an informant
in exchange for leniency that
they’re plotting to take out the
Capitol Building during the State
of the Union Address.
SABLE
State of the Union? That gives us a
month.
TECH (O.S.)
Correct. There’s one small detail
though.
SABLE
Do they have demons on the payroll
now?
TECH (O.S.)
Worse. Molly Mayhem is supposed to
spearhead the attack.
Sable’s eye twitches.
CUT TO:

INT. OFFICE - DAY

A serious MAN in a serious white dress shirt sits at a desk
surrounded by armed SOLDIERS.
They stand guard, play cards, watch The Three Stooges, clean
guns and sharpen knives.
The man’s name is WILLARD WORMSER (Michael C. Hall). He’s the
head of an international leftist terrorist group called the
Collective that makes ISIS look like amateurs.
Willard looks at his watch impatiently.
WILLARD
It’s unusual for her to be so late.
A scuffle is heard outside of the room. A GUARD screams and
then gets thrown through the doorway. He spits out blood
after hitting the floor.
The rest of the men jerk to attention and prepare to fend off
what’s outside the door.
One brave man racks the bolt on his AK-47 and slowly walks
out of the office.
 24.

As he sweeps the adjoining room from left to right an arm

grabs the rifle out of his hands.
The unknown assailant hits him in the chest with the butt of
the rifle and sweeps him off his feet.
The soldiers aim their guns at the doorway, ready to shred
anything that comes through. The room’s silence is matched
only by the tension.
The camera pans up from the bottom of the doorway as black
combat boots enter the frame.
The camera continues to pan up until the assailant is
revealed. Her name is MOLLY MAYHEM (Sophie Thatcher).
She saunters through the doorway.
Molly has a blonde pixie cut and wears ripped and unzipped
blue denim shorts and a black tank top with a white skull on
it and lightning bolts underneath.
She’s one of the most dangerous criminals alive with a triple
digit body count. Death on two legs would be a better
description.
Molly blows a big pink gum bubble and pops it.
MOLLY
Hey, boys!
WILLARD
Put your weapons down everybody.
GUARD
But, sir-
WILLARD
No buts!
The soldiers obey.
Molly affectionately squeezes a young guard’s cheek.
MOLLY
Aren’t you cute? I could just eat
you up.
She continues walking and pokes another guard in the chest.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Is that a fragmentation grenade in
your pocket or are you happy to see
me?
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Molly sits down at Willard’s desk and rubs the arms of the
chair.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Sweet new furniture. This place was
really a dump last time. Is this
real leather?
WILLARD
Before we begin I’d like to ask you
one question.
MOLLY
Sure, Wormy.
WILLARD
Why did you assault my men?
MOLLY
The first one grabbed my ass when
he was strip searching me. It’s a
shame because I would have let him
do it if he asked nicely. The
second guy was because I felt like
it. Is there a problem?
WILLARD
(sighs)
I assume you’re here about the
offer?
MOLLY
Yeah. Big job, extreme violence,
five million dollar payout.
WILLARD
As I’m sure you’re aware our
organization‘s war has intensified
at breakneck speed in the past few
months.
MOLLY
I’ll say. A Manhattan courthouse
blown to smithereens, a corporate
board meeting flooded with nerve
gas, a dozen white supremacists
beheaded on live television and
Bezos’ private jet shot out the
sky. Fun stuff all around.
WILLARD
Certainly. That being said we have
something planned that’ll put all
of our previous endeavors to shame.
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MOLLY
Bitchin’.
WILLARD
Something of this importance
requires absolute commitment. No
errors, no slip ups and absolutely
no loose ends.
MOLLY
So you called little ol’ me?
WILLARD
Your record is impeccable. My
second in command Eleazar wanted to
use Centigrade and Major Damage but
they simply wouldn’t do. Too
unreliable. No subtlety.
MOLLY
Good call on that one. All
Centigrade does is set stuff on
fire. That’s his whole gimmick.
Anything besides making s’mores and
lighting cigarettes and he’s SOL.
And Major Damage? Total steroid
case. He smashes things like a bull
in a china shop on a PCP and Red
Bull cocktail. Good for demolition
and mass casualties but stealth?
Espionage? Ocean’s Eleven double oh
seven type jobs? No bueno. But me?
I’m the jack of all trades of
crime.
WILLARD
I am in total agreement. All of
what you’ve mentioned – the
bombings, the assassinations,
they’re meant to both damage the
system and gain public support.
Every act of retribution means the
Collective’s message is broadcasted
on every network and posted on
every website. Our strength grows
daily and the decaying West has
been an especially fertile
recruiting ground.
(MORE)
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WILLARD (CONT'D)
After decades of corporate tyranny,
political corruption and cultural
degeneracy millions desire nothing
more than the complete overthrow of
the capitalist status quo and the
rise of a just system from the
ashes of the old.
MOLLY
Uh huh, spare me the political
theory lecture. You didn’t bring me
here to convert me.
WILLARD
Correct. We need you to strike a
blow at the system’s black heart.
MOLLY
I got it. You want me to hit Wall
Street. Hey, if a group of
octopuses protested in the
Financial District would it be
called Octopi Wall Street?
WILLARD
Cute but not quite. The State of
the Union Address is coming up in a
month. The President, Vice
President, Speaker of the House,
every Senator and Congressman and
half the Supreme Court, all ripe
for the slaughter. It will be like
a Christmas present waiting to be
unwrapped.
MOLLY
I’ve always been more of a
Halloween kind of girl. You want me
to pull off the greatest terrorist
attack in history? Sweet. Very
sweet. Sure thing. I would do it
for free if you asked. What’ll it
be? Guns, explosives, expired gas
station sushi?
WILLARD
In addition to a few surprises our
finest scientists have been cooking
up.
MOLLY
Surprises of the killing kind I
hope.
 28.

WILLARD
Correct. We’ve been meticulously
planning for this operation under
the utmost secrecy. No expense has
been spared and everything triple
checked. However there’s a small
issue. One of our members of
insufficient commitment was
arrested on unrelated charges and
is now facing twenty years in a
federal penitentiary. Word has
gotten out that he plans on making
a deal in exchange for leniency.
Fortunately all he can give them is
the day and the target.
MOLLY
You want me to break into jail and
shuffle him off this mortal coil?
WILLARD
That’s not the issue. A mole on the
inside of the intelligence
community has informed us they’re
putting the CIA’s best on the job
of stopping us.
MOLLY
OMG! Not the CIA! I’m shaking in my
wittle boots! I’ve killed a few of
theirs in my time. A bunch of candy
asses that couldn’t stop a
quadriplegic jaywalker high on
sleeping pills. Nothing but
breathing target practice to me.
They should call them the PIA.
WILLARD
PIA?
MOLLY
Yeah, Pussies In Action.
WILLARD
They’re assigning their best
operative.
MOLLY
And you told me this because?
WILLARD
You have a… history of sorts with
them.
 29.

MOLLY
In plain English.
WILLARD
They’re assigning Agent Sable.
Rage comes over Molly’s face and her eye twitches.
MOLLY
My history with that bitch could
fill volumes.
CUT TO:

INT. STORE KITCHEN - MORNING

”Scum Of The Earth” by Rob Zombie plays.
Molly’s face slams through a glass display case.
Her attacker is revealed to be Sable.
From the looks of the kitchen and their assortment of
injuries Molly and Sable have been fighting for some time.
Sable strangles Molly as her head rests in the kitchen
display case.
She bites her hand granting her brief respite and stabs her
in the eye with a shish kebab.
Molly pulls the glass shards out of her face and spits out
blood.
MOLLY
Let’s see you grow that back,
Atomic Bitch!
Sable pulls the skewer out of her eye.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Knuck if you buck!
She grabs two kitchen knives off a cutting board and throws
them into Molly’s chest.
SABLE
Will they grow back bigger or are
you a lifetime member of the itty
bitty titty committee?
Molly growls and rips the knives out of her chest.
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MOLLY
Tiny titty gang until I die,
motherfucker!
She slashes at Sable but her attacks are blocked by the
board.
A blade retracts from Molly’s boot. She kicks it into Sable’s
thigh.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
You like my new kicks?
Molly slashes Sable’s cheek open with her shoe blade. Sable
hits her in the face with a meat mallet.
Molly pulls a Glock 26 pistol from the back of her khaki
pants.
She fires and the bullet tears through Sable’s shoulder.
Sable runs past the grill and Molly continues shooting.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Run, rabbit!
A bullet strikes a hanging frying pan and ricochets into her
chest.
Sable uses the distraction to punch Molly and slam her face
into the hot grill.
Her face sizzles and burns. She desperately fires at the
ground and manages to shoot Sable in the foot.
Molly elbows her in the stomach and presses the pistol
against her head. It jams and Molly tosses it to the ground.
Sable punches her in the mouth. Molly catches her next blow
and the two superhumans are caught in a battle of strength.
They groan with pain and exertion.
SABLE
Had... enough?
MOLLY
I’ll break you in two... and shit
down your spinal cord.
Sable draws a taser gun from an ankle holster and
electrocutes Molly.
SABLE
If you want to live stay down
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MOLLY
Eat my twat!
Molly tosses an open container of pepper on the bottom table
shelf blinding Sable. More spice containers fly through the
air.
SABLE
Spices?! You’re throwing spices at
me?!
They struggle for the taser. Molly head butts Sable, gains
hold of the taser and electrocutes her.
MOLLY
Is that the meat or you that’s
cooking? What’s it matter to you if
some podunk grocery store gets
turned into Baghdad?
Molly unrolls the set of knives on the prep table and runs
her fingers across them with delight.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
There is a God after all.
Molly grabs a meat cleaver, wraps both hands around it and
prepares to stab Sable.
She recovers and kicks Molly in the stomach. It’s followed by
several strikes to the chest and a frying pan to the face.
Molly’s face recoils from the blow. Blood and teeth fly out
of her mouth.
CUT TO:

INT. OFFICE - DAY

WILLARD
She certainly won’t be a problem
for you, will she?
MOLLY
Nope. I’m actually glad you told
me. You don’t know how long I’ve
been itching for another shot at
her. Cunt broke my jaw.
WILLARD
Quite. Your part in the plan begins
tomorrow.
(MORE)
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WILLARD (CONT'D)
As a sign of good faith Eleazar
will have a million wired to your
account within the hour. I‘ll see
to it that you have everything you
need and then some. Is there any
other matter you’d like to discuss?
MOLLY
Yeah, a small favor.
Molly takes her boots off with a contented groan and without
embarrassment puts her dirty bare feet on the corner edge of
Willard’s desk.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
In all the hustle and bustle of
being an internationally wanted
killer your girl has woefully
neglected her hygiene. My dogs are
barking and you know what they
need?
WILLARD
If you tell me will you get them
off my desk?
MOLLY
Sure, El Capitan. Mama’s tootsies
need some TLC and I want one of
your toy soldiers to give it to
them.
WILLARD
(sighs)
Thaddeus-
MOLLY
No, I wanna choose.
She points at a young man organizing paperwork named ABBOTT
(Jaeden Martell).
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Him. The cutie pie with the hawk
nose.
WILLARD
Do as she asks.
ABBOTT
Anything for the cause, sir.
MOLLY
I love a boy eager to please.
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Abbott pulls his chair close to Molly. She moves her feet
from the desk to his lap.
He begins dispassionately rubbing them.
MOLLY (CONT'D)
Oooh, right there, that’s the spot.
That’s what exactly what a bitch
needed.
ABBOTT
Tell me if this is too much
pressure.
MOLLY
After the week I had you could take
a jackhammer to them for all I
care. Just make sure you get in
between my tootsies or I’ll slide
my knife between your vertebrae,
Poindexter. Willard Wormser, I
think this is the beginning of a
beautiful
friendship.
WILLARD
I didn’t know you were even capable
of making friends.
MOLLY
Of course. I might be a psychopath
but I’m not antisocial. Now, while
Private Angel Hands works his magic
I’m going to do some serious
thinking.
WILLARD
About Sable I presume?
MOLLY
Please, worm shit like her isn’t
fit to change my tampon. Just you
wait and see. The things I’m going
to do to that twat you wouldn’t
believe.
FADE OUT.
THE END.