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com San Souci Showdown
by N.C. Jones
Shooting Draft 10/21/2009 rev.
All Rights Reserved 2011 - NC Jones HOOPER (V.O.) email@example.com Sometimes you realize you've made a
mistake the moment it occurs.
INT. FREEZER - NIGHT
ANDY "HOT HANDS" HOOPER stands inside a cold body storage freezer, complete with CORPSES, unloading his SEMIAUTO PISTOL into the metal door. Hooper has a nasty black eye, but otherwise is quite attractive. The GUNSHOTS are deafening in the close quarters.
RUBY (V.O.) Other times it takes a little while before the realization sets in as to how supremely fucked the situation has become. CUT TO: 17X
INT. FREEZER - NIGHT
The bloated, but thankfully dressed, corpse of ARNOLD "INVENTORY" ZECK lies on a gurney. MOVING, bumped...
HOOPER (V.O.) Because anybody can get...distracted.
...as Hooper and RUBY STRICKLAND, grunt, grope, and kiss, mindless of the stiff. INT. MORTUARY PREP SUITE - NIGHT A creamy, bubble gum PINK fluid, pushes through tubing, pumped into white FLESH as BLOOD just finishes being sucked out. Naked, (Uhg!) and dead ZECK lies on a embalming table. Harsh, irregular stitches crisscross his chest. 1
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All Rights Reserved With a CLACK and a HISS, - NC Jones mortician 2011 over-worked assistant RUBY STRICKLAND sprays Krylon cinnamon taupe on Zeck's cheeks. firstname.lastname@example.org She swaps to a powder brush and spreads makeup
on. 2 EXT. SAN SOUCI MORTUARY - THE DEAD OF NIGHT
The only landmark visible on a long stretch of North Carolina country highway, the San Souci Mortuary building is lopsided from 80 years of additions. Hooper, like centuries cat burglars before him, is dressed in all black, couched next to a side entrance. From a bandolier of pouches he pulls an ELECTRIC LOCKPICK and shoves it into the deadbolt.
He sweats. Nothing happens. Fantastic.
Hooper grimaces. Reaches into his pack and withdraws a compact CROWBAR. Slides it into the crack between door and frame. Leans into it. Not budging.
INT. MORTUARY - NIGHT
HOOPER (CONT'D) You godforsaken piece of soulless shit. 3
Hooper's steel-toed boots land on the plush carpet with a muffled THUD. He straightens up, securing his pack and surveys the empty upstairs hallway. HOOPER (V.O.) Of course that probably wasn't my first mistake.
The lockpick WHIRS.
All Rights Reserved 2011 - NC Jones INT. THE WHISKEY BAR BACKROOM - NIGHT (FLASHBACK) email@example.com WHAM! Hooper, sans the shiner, slugs a very much alive
Arnold Zeck, who lurches back in his chair. HOOPER Doesn't ring a bell, you fat fuck?
ZECK ...flattery'll get ya nowhere, Hooper.
HOOPER That run was a setup. Where the fuck are those rocks? ZECK I'm afraid they're just in your head.
Zeck takes a pretzel from a bowl on the table and leans over to feed AGATHA, a black and white SHIH TZU. She wolfs down the pretzel. HOOPER Stupid fucker...
Hooper rears back and pulls a GLOCK from the small of his back. Levels it at Zeck. HOOPER (CONT'D) Keep playing games. CLICK. Hooper advances a round. Suddenly there's a nickelplated PISTOL at his temple.
SAMPSON JEFFERSON, Zeck's bodyguard, towers over Hooper. The big black man sports a shaved head and a crooked smile. SAMPSON How's it going, hoss?
Sampson slams a fist into Hooper's gut and brings a knee up into his nose. Hooper folds. Retrieving Hooper's Glock, Sampson sets both weapons aside before CRACKING his knuckles. Hooper, blood dribbling from his nose, blinks at Agatha before Sampson drags him to his feet.
All Rights Reserved 2011RUBYNC Jones - (V.O.) In case you haven't noticed, my life's firstname.lastname@example.org not all blue and pink bubble gum cottoncandy. 5 INT. MORTUARY PREP - NIGHT (PRESENT)
In a paper mask, Ruby looms over Zeck's clenched, disturbed face. She uses a scalpel on his mouth- slices the corners. A little more. The grimace relaxes. RUBY Hey, at least you're on your way out. Some of us aren't that lucky.
A LITTLE LATER- Ruby sits at a small desk over a medical textbook, reciting flashcards.
INT. HALLWAY/PREP ROOM DOOR - NIGHT Hooper stands pressed against the wall, eavesdropping.
RUBY (CONT'D) The thymus is a gland that lies in the upper part of the mediastinum, behind the sternum, extending upwards to the root of the neck. 6
INT. PREP ROOM - SAME
RUBY (O.S.) The thymus consists of two lobes connected by areolar tissue and enclosed... in a capsule. A fibrous capsule. Some sort of fibrous capsule that does something. Something to lymphocytes. Stupid, stupid lymphocytes. 7
Ruby stands and stretches. Pulls out a bottle of water and a GLOVED HAND clamps over her mouth, arms suddenly pinned to her sides.
Satisfied, Ruby wheels Zeck over to a large storage REFRIGERATOR. Grabs a FOLDING CHAIR to prop the door open and rolls the body inside. Moves the chair and closes it up.
All Rights Reserved 2011RUBYNC Jones MMMmmmmmmpppfff! email@example.com
Realizing she's well overpowered, she stills.
HOOPER (CONT'D) Good. Calm is good. You stay calm, I'll stay calm. Now I'm probably... NOT gonna hurt you, but you have to help me out with one little thing. I need to know where Arnold Zeck is. You gonna behave?
HOOPER (CONT'D) Are you going to behave?
Ruby GROANS a "Yes" and Hooper releases her. She spins.
HOOPER I've had too many ladies knee me in the crotch to ever want to go through that again. There's no reason this has to be unpleasant, just tell me where Zeck is. RUBY I'm the only one here.
He's dead? Hooper sighs.
HOOPER Arnold Zeck. He has something that doesn't belong to him and since he's dead I'm gonna see that it's returned. If you show me where he is, I'll get what I need and it'll be like I was never here. RUBY
RUBY You're probably not going to hurt me?
Hooper cocks his head, waiting for her answer. Ruby considers. He squeezes her a little tighter.
HOOPER All right. Get it out of your system. Okay, okay.
All Rights Reserved 2011HOOPER Jones - NC This is a funeral home? You have dead firstname.lastname@example.org people?
Hooper casually reaches to the small of his back and produces a WALTHER SEMIAUTOMATIC 9MM. HOOPER Show me.
Her eyes dart from the gun to a TELEPHONE and back to the gun. Hooper grabs her by the armRUBY Don't hurt me! I don't know anything about anyone named Zeck, I don't even work here usually! Please don't hurt me, I haven't paid off my student loans! Hooper shakes her.
Hooper releases her and moves to the freezer. He opens the door. Ruby throws a longing glance at the folding chair. Inside lies Zeck, all dressed up with no where to go.
Hooper looks back, expectant. RUBY (CONT'D)
HOOPER Inside please.
He motions with his gun. Ruby frowns and casts a last look at the phone before shuffling to the freezer. She stops at the door. Hooper nods for her to proceed.
HOOPER Where are the corpses?
RUBY Obviously we have dead people, but-
Ruby reluctantly enters. 8 INT. FREEZER - NIGHT
All Rights Reserved 2011HOOPER (CONT'D) - NC Jones Time is somewhat of a factor here, Miss. email@example.com
Hooper stands between Ruby and the open door, searching Zeck's pockets. She stares at the door. RUBY So I'll leave you two alone...?
HOOPER It'll just be a- Where the fuck- I'm not dying for this, you son of a bitch.
All of Zeck's pockets are empty. Behind Hooper the door moves. Ruby dashes toward the exit, but Hooper intercepts her. HOOPER (CONT'D) No, no, no! RUBY Wait! The door--
--swings shut with a THUD. The cramped space is lit with a single dim, bluish bulb. RUBY (CONT'D) You... idiot! Hooper looks from the girl to the door and back. Realization dawns. HOOPER RUBY Open it. Right.
Open it. I can't.
Hooper points the gun at her. HOOPER RUBY
All Rights Reserved Hooper looks ready to go - NC Jones 2011 nuclear. firstname.lastname@example.org INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
SHERIFF ISAAC PARKER stands at the register talking to a young WAITRESS. SHERIFF PARKER All right there Bethy, you tell your Pop I'll see him on Sunday. WAITRESS Okay Sheriff.
The Sheriff gives the last pair of customers a beady glare. SHERIFF PARKER And if those bastards give you any trouble, you ring me up right away. The other customers, ROY and WALLACE study Parker from across the room. Both wear jeans and work boots, but where Roy sports a black T-shirt, Wallace has a collared mechanics shirt with his name embroidered on it. Sheriff Parker turns to leave, Roy's eyes follow. ROY Night Sheriff!
A bell RINGS.
Parker frowns and exits. Roy turns. ROY (CONT'D) Thought that sonnuvabitch would never leave. He chased us halfway across the damned county.
Wallace nods his agreement with the Zen of a true Southerner.
BILL RUSSO and ASSOCIATES(2) enter. Bill looks around at the only two other CUSTOMERS, who sit in a corner.
The kind of place seniors come for dinner at 3PM. Right now the crowd is thin.
All Rights Reserved Bill wears a dark, classic cut suit that accentuates his 2011 - NC Jones build. His eyes are sharp and dangerous and he's clearly email@example.com in charge.
All three stand out like John Gotti in Mayberry.
Bill pulls a stool up to the counter the Waitress now refills a Ketchup bottle. BILL Excuse me miss, I was wondering if I could get a glass of water. We've had a mighty long drive. ON ROY AND WALLACE-
Roy and Wallace cast hooded glances at the newcomers.
ON FRANK AND VINCENT-
FRANK You think he's still mad? VINCENT Boss made clear his ass was on the line. I don't think he's exactly happy, Frank.
Roy sizes Frank up.
FRANK I better ask for directions.
Frank crosses to Roy and Wallace. FRANK (CONT'D) 'Scuse me fellas. But I was wondering if you knew how to get to the Funeral Home? An old friend of ours passed and we're trying to pay our respects.
ROY These gentlemen look interesting, Wallace.
Behind him, his associates, VINCENT and FRANK FORTUNATO give gaudy a new definition. Frank is the younger of the brothers and has a screwup nervousness about him. Vincent is a bit older looking with a quiet confidence.
All Rights Reserved 2011ROY NC Jones The funeral home you say? Well, let me firstname.lastname@example.org think. That's over near Delmar's land
inn't Wallace. WALLACE Indeed. Right well, go south on you'll want Then you'll Two.
ROY you leave the parking lot and thirteen, that's a left. And to take a right at the light. need to go a mileWALLACE
ROY Right two miles and it'll all be farm out there and the funeral home is on your right. Sticks out like a sore thumb. Infected.
ROY Yep, you can't miss it.
Frank smiles and pulls out his wallet dropping a Franklin on the table. Before he tucks it away we see there's plenty of other dead Presidents in Frank's pocket. FRANK Thanks fellas. Have dinner on us. ROY Oh, well thank you.
Roy smiles. It's creepy. Frank goes back to Vincent. FRANK I got it Bill, it's right down the road.
Bill stands, finishing the last of his water. He turns to the exit, Vincent and Frank follow.
Wallace nods sagely.
All Rights Reserved The Waitress walks over to bus their table and spots a 2011 - NC Jones hundred-dollar tip Bill has left under his glass. She email@example.com looks faint.
Roy and Wallace watch the door swing shut. ROY What do you reckon Wallace? WALLACE Drugs.
ROY Yeah. It's always the drugs. Roy smiles and rises. Lucky us.
Wallace returns a feral grin and stands as they both move to the exit. 10 EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT 10
Roy and Wallace emerge as the Bill and the boys pull off down the highway. There's a muffled THUMPING, and Roy turns to a busted, broken grill grinning, rust colored '79 Camaro. 11 INT. CAMARO TRUNK - NIGHT 11
Suddenly, from inside, the trunk hatch is thrown open and Roy and Wallace peer down. REVERSE- Inside the trunk is a bound and gagged MAN. He tries to SCREAM through the duct tape covering his mouth.
ROY You're one lucky sonnavabitch, looks like our dance card just filled up.
Roy raises a tiny .32 PISTOL and sticks it right between the man's wide, terrified eyes. CUT TO:
All Rights Reserved 2011 - NC Jones INT. FREEZER - NIGHT firstname.lastname@example.org BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Hooper stands inside the freezer,
unloading his pistol into the metal door. Ruby sits curled up on the floor, hands pressed against her ears as the GUNSHOTS drown out everything else.
The clip is empty but Hooper keeps pulling the trigger, eventually the muffled CLICK CLICK CLICK fades in. Yellow fingers of outside light pour through the bullet holes.
Ruby broods in the corner, watching Hooper kick the swisscheesed door. It doesn't budge. He rests his head on the cold metal. Eyes closed, breathing in, breathing out, trying to calm down. HOOPER FUCK!
He whirls and leans over, nose centimeters from Zeck's.
RUBY That's gonna help.
Hooper levels the empty gun at her. HOOPER Don't you even start with me.
RUBY What are you talking about? HOOPER This... top shelf shitbag ripped off the scariest group of psychos I've ever had the displeasure of knowing. Chiefly Salvatore Patrizio. RUBY Who is Salvatore Patrizio?
Hooper LAUGHS. Ruby frowns.
HOOPER (CONT'D) You stupid motherfucker! You stupid fucking, fucking, stupid fuck!
All Rights Reserved 2011RUBYNC Jones - (CONT'D) Who is Salvatore Patrizio? email@example.com
13 INT. SINGAPORE CLUB - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
CUT TO: 13
A glitzy restaurant that doubles as a mob hangout. Despite the oriental decor, SALVATORE PATRIZIO eats spaghetti primavera. Across the table Bill, MR. MUTE & MR. NEUROTIC hold court. PATRIZIO -which is why these things require diligence. If you could handle the rest, William.
Bill stands and walks the green-faced Gentleman out. Mr. Mute watches their exit. Patrizio wipes his hands, sips some water. PATRIZIO (CONT'D) It may still need your attention. 14 INT. SINGAPORE CLUB KITCHEN
Inside, pots and pans BUBBLE and SIMMER, but the place is empty save for Bill, Mr. Neurotic and the Fortunato Brothers. Frank and Vincent hold Mr. Neurotic tight.
MR. NEUROTIC Billy, come on, it wasn't personal...
The plea dies on his lips as Bill examines an array of gleaming knives laid out for use. His hand travels over the tamer blades until pausing over a massive cleaver. Mr. Neurotic pales.
Bill reaches past the cleaver and grabs-A demonic-looking cheese grater.
All Rights Reserved 2011MR. NEUROTIC (CONT'D) - NC Jones Oh, Christ. firstname.lastname@example.org
15 INT. FREEZER - NIGHT (PRESENT) RUBY Gangsters?
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HOOPER Zeck never even paid me. RUBY Gangsters?
RUBY Businessmen with guns are coming here to kill you? HOOPER They might leave you alone. RUBY Might?
HOOPER Russo's hard to predict. He may feel the need to save face, or make some sort of point.
Hooper pauses, scrutinizing Zeck's cart, before kicking at a small lever. The eight-inch piece of metal breaks off and he grabs it, moving back to the door. HOOPER (CONT'D) Then again, he may take you out to dinner. I guess it depends on what mood he's in.
Hoop GRUNTS, trying to pry the door open. HOOPER (CONT'D) I came to clean out Zeck and get back to Chicago before Russo swept'd into town.
HOOPER They don't call themselves that anymore. Businessmen. With guns.
All Rights Reserved Ruby rolls her eyes. 2011 - NC Jones RUBY email@example.com
We see how well that worked out. Hooper throws the metal down and shoots her a black look. HOOPER If you had just helped me out. You knew the door would lockRUBY You have a gun! HOOPER I could be a cop. RUBY You're not!
HOOPER I could be. Just admit you jumped to the worst possible conclusion-
Hooper spares Zeck a wistful look. HOOPER I stole some diamonds. About a half a million worth. One of my best jobs. (to Zeck) You stupid fucker. RUBY I don't need to know what you stole!
Hooper studies Ruby, rubbing his hands together absently.
RUBY You're being chased by gangsters because you stole something and now they want to kill you! How is that not the worst possible conclusion?
All Rights Reserved 2011HOOPER Jones - NC So how old are you? firstname.lastname@example.org
RUBY What? HOOPER You've got to be what, 23? Ruby pauses.
RUBY What does that have to do with anything? HOOPER Just wondering what you were doing here, all alone on a Friday night.
RUBY I'm not going to talk to you. You've held a gun to my head and been spouting vague threats since you attacked me. I think you may be seriously mentally ill.
HOOPER Ah. That explains it. RUBY Excuse me?
HOOPER Like I said, you're young, it's a Friday night. But the condescending bitch routine probably hasn't left you with many friends. RUBY Hey, fuck you Sundance. Some of us have to work for a living. We can't just walk around stealing things. HOOPER Why not? You seem smart, you ever try it? RUBY You can't steal medical school.
Hoop thoughtfully exhales on his palms.
Ruby rubs her arms, fighting off a shiver.
All Rights Reserved 2011HOOPER Jones - NC No, of course not. email@example.com
RUBY I'm not condescending. Hooper smiles. 16 INT. PURPLE CADILLAC - NIGHT
Sampson Jefferson is driving a plush Caddy DeVille down a dark, rural highway. The GPS UNIT displays 2 miles left until his final destination: San Souci Funeral Home. Lounging in the passenger's seat is Agatha the dog. 17 INT. FREEZER - NIGHT
Ruby sits sulking while Hooper idly TAPS the broken metal on the floor. HOOPER Call me curious, but Doctors generally have to be good with people, right? How are you planning on handling that? Fuck you. Hooper smiles.
HOOPER Maybe an Anger management class.
Ruby explodes from the floor, impatiently looking around the small freezer. RUBY You may be ready to die but I've been studying for the MCAT for four years! I'm not throwing that away just to get shot in the head!
Above, in a corner a small vent blows. The grate can't be more than a foot square, but Ruby greedily eyes it for escape.
All Rights Reserved 2011HOOPER Jones - NC (to himself) firstname.lastname@example.org Oh I don't know, it might be a subtle
RUBY Come on.
The vent isn't budging and Ruby takes a wild swing, losing her balance. She teeters in the balance, fighting, until-Gravity wins and Ruby falls toward the floor. There's an AUDIBLE CRUNCH as her wrist cracks on Zeck's cart. RUBY (CONT'D) Dammit! Hooper's grin grows fiercer. Smooth.
RUBY This is your fault. Ow, ow, ow, Shit! Ruby probes her wrist tenderly, very much in pain. Hooper studies her winces and his grin fades. HOOPER Here let me take a look.
RUBY No, get away.
HOOPER Come on, I've had my share of broken bones.
Hooper gingerly takes Ruby's wrist and feels carefully, peering as if he had X-ray eyes. She grimaces but doesn't cry out. Their eyes meet. Suddenly Hooper is moving away, to Zeck and unlacing the corpse's shoes. Armed with laces, Hooper takes Zeck's handkerchief and grabs a broken piece of the cart.
Hooper stands by curiously as Ruby climbs on the end of Zeck' cart and tries to rip it open with her fingers.
All Rights Reserved Ruby watches, 2011 - NC for her to hold out her wary as he motions Jones arm. email@example.com
She frowns before finally holding it out. Hooper ties on a makeshift splint.
HOOPER No problem. So where are the diamonds?
RUBY Honestly. I don't know anything about any diamonds. He's wearing a goodwill suit. He didn't come in with belongings.
HOOPER Nothing at the hospital, nothing here. Stupid psycho motherfucker and his goddamned schemes.
HOOPER (CONT'D) If I don't find those fucking rocks and Russo kills me, I swear I'm gonna kick your ass all over hell. Hooper slams the dead guy into the cart. Ruby watches, not as weired out as she should be. Almost sympathetic. RUBY Don't think he's gonna talk.
He catches himself, tries to smooth the corpse's suit. HOOPER He was whacked in the head. Fingernails in jars whacked in the head, okay? RUBY And you work for him.
Hooper grimaces, straightens Zeck' tie. HOOPER What's your name?
Hooper grabs Zeck by the shirt, but Zeck remains dead.
Hooper scowls at Zeck' corpse, temper rising.
Hooper recognizes something- their exchange is easy now. Ruby's warming to him. He turns away from the corpse. HOOPER I'll tell you mine. It's Hooper, Andy Hooper. RUBY (not buying) I don't want to know your name.
All Rights Reserved 2011RUBYNC Jones Why on earth would I tell you my name? firstname.lastname@example.org
HOOPER Aw, come on. It's a good name I think.
HOOPER You don't believe me? RUBY You're a thief.
HOOPER Come on. Last few minutes of my life. Could be a sad thief's last request. RUBY Ruby.
HOOPER That must have hurt. Nice to meet you Ruby. So, you dating anyone?
Ruby gapes, unbelievable. RUBY
HOOPER Just making conversation. RUBY You're a pervert, aren't you?
RUBY How do I even know if that's your real name?
Their eyes lock. Ruby can't manage a comeback. He grabs her suddenly and delivers a bone-crushing kiss. Hooper pulls back and glares at her. Beat.
All Rights Reserved 2011HOOPER Jones - NC Why? You into the kinky shit? email@example.com
Then they're all over each other. Kissing, groping, clutching, panting. They bump up against Zeck's cart, but don't notice. Ruby uses her bad arm to balance and GROANS. Hooper takes it as an invitation. Ruby pushes him off of her, cradling the arm. RUBY Mmmpphh- My arm!
Their breath comes in clouds inside the chilly freezer. HOOPER Forgot. I'm sorry.
They stand there a moment, watching each other. Suddenly Ruby SLAPS him.
HOOPER (CONT'D) What the hell was that for? RUBY You kissed me!
HOOPER You sorta kissed me too. RUBY No. No-no-no. Don't try and turn this around-
But Hooper's not listening. The yellow fingers of light from the bullet holes are blinking, or rather something behind them is moving. He covers her mouth. HOOPER
All Rights Reserved Hooper points 2011 - NC Jones to the movement. Ruby freezes. HOOPER (CONT'D) firstname.lastname@example.org
Hooper pulls out the empty clip and frowns. He turns away from Ruby and makes a show of reloading before sliding the empty clip back into place. She's too occupied with the door to notice. He turns back and CLICKS off the safety before pressing the gun into Ruby's hands. HOOPER (CONT'D) Safety's off. Don't point it at me. RUBY I can't-
RUBY You trust me? Hooper eyes the empty gun.
HOOPER I haven't really got that many alternatives.
There's a quick RAPPING on the freezer door. VOICE (O.S.) Anyone home? I suggest anyone not dead lie down real quick. Cause if I open this door and you're not I'm going to shoot you.
Hooper nods and he and Ruby spread out on the floor. VOICE (O.S.) (CONT'D) Ready or not-
And the door is open suddenly, light spilling in. But no one is there, until Sampson steps forward with his GLOCK.
HOOPER They aren't after you. The first thing they're going to do is search me. You have to make some sort of move then.
(whispering) Okay when they open the door you keep your mouth shut. Let me talk.
All Rights Reserved 2011SAMPSON Jones - NC -here I am. Boys and girls you stay right email@example.com where you are. Hooper I'm coming over
HOOPER Sure thing Sam.
Sampson spares a look at Ruby before moving to Hooper. He pats Hooper down. SAMPSON Who's this innocent little thing you got with you Hoop?
SAMPSON And you broke the bitch's arm? That's fucking cold Hoop. Sampson frowns.
SAMPSON (CONT'D) Where's your gun Hoop? Ruby tenses.
SAMPSON The gun you put those nice, even nine millimeter holes in the door with. HOOPER Oh that gun. I gave it to her.
Ruby squeezes her eyes shut, betrayed. Sampson smiles slowly and stands to look at Ruby. SAMPSON You gave it to the girl. That's fucking hilarious, Hoop.
HOOPER She works here. Can you believe my luck? We got locked in together.
there to take your piece and if you move, I swear to god I will blow your fucking head off. You got that?
All Rights Reserved He kicks Hooper in the ribs NC Jones Ruby. 2011 - and turns toward SAMPSON (CONT'D) firstname.lastname@example.org
Don't move now, Miss.
SAMPSON (CONT'D) That's a dangerous to-
WHAM! Hooper slams Sampson up against the wall of the freezer. Ruby SHRIEKS and crawls out of the way.
Sampson turns, gun raised but Hooper is on top of him, knocking the weapon away.
Both men stagger across the small room and crash into Zeck's cart. The corpse hits the floor with a sickening THUD and CRUNCH of breaking teeth. Hooper lands a good punch.
Sampson knees him in the groin. SAMPSON Fuck you.
Hooper hits the floor HARD. The world is sideways and he's looking right into the dead face of Zeck. Covering the floor are shimmering little pebbles.
Hooper squints and the points of light come into focus: a broken bridge, chipped caps-- SPARKING TEETH! The late Mr. Zeck has diamonds embedded in his dental work. But Sampson has seen them too and recovers the Walther. Sampson gets a bead on Hoop, ready to pull the trigger when-WHACK! Ruby slams the folding chair over the back of Sampson's head. The chair CLATTERS to the floor. Sam staggers around, gun pointed at Ruby.
HOOPER That's for my fucking eye.
Sampson stoops and searches Ruby, hands running along her sides and pulls the Walther out. He slides his own gun into his belt and examines Hooper's weapon.
All Rights Reserved 2011SAMPSON (CONT'D) - NC Jones Girl what the fuck do you think you're email@example.com doing? Do you see me with a gun here? Do
RUBY He- He could have shot me!
HOOPER Not with that gun. I used all my ammo on the door. I need some pliers.
He grabs both his gun and Sampson's and stumbles out of the freezer. Enraged, Ruby follows him. RUBY You gave me an empty-
A small, fierce BARKING interrupts her.
HOOPER Oh yeah, it's a party now. Pliers? RUBY Sink.
(to You were a (to You should
He grabs a pair of silver pliers out of the sink and the handkerchief from the corpse's suit pocket. Begins prying the corpse's teeth out. HOOPER the corpse) sick fucking man. Ruby) get out of here. Now.
Ruby cradles Agatha and frowns at Hooper. RUBY That's not the guy, is it?
Hooper pops a last tooth free and holds it up to the light.
Agatha the dog stands on the edge of a desk GROWLING at Hooper. Ruby, confused by the surreal appearance of this small animal, moves to pet her.
WHAM! Hooper slams the chair down and this time Sampson collapses, unconscious.
All Rights Reserved 2011HOOPER Jones - NC ...this one real? firstname.lastname@example.org
Eh. Tosses it in and ties up the handkerchief. RUBY He's not the mobster is he?
HOOPER You need to get the fuck out, now. RUBY So that's it, then?
He looks to Agatha for support but she looks just as disappointed. HOOPER (CONT’D) Don't fucking pull this shit on me. You don’t know me, I don’t know you, end of story. RUBY You need to go to Chicago. But the matter doesn't seem to have been settled. HOOPER I mean if Patrizio doesn't have me killed, which he probably will, there's no reason I can't come back here. If I wanted to, not that I do.
Ruby shrugs. Hooper shakes his head. RUBY You should get out of here.
Hooper sighs the dejected sigh of a beaten man. INT. MORTUARY - FOYER - NIGHT Hooper stalks through. Ruby follows, carrying Agatha. 18
HOOPER What the hell? I’m just trying to-
All Rights Reserved HEADLIGHTS flash across the NC open door. Hooper grabs 2011 - half Jones Ruby and shoves her and Agatha out of the way. email@example.com
RUBY My arm dammit! Hooper cringes and releases her. He chances a look: Bill, Frank and Vincent are outside, investigating the Caddy. HOOPER Shit. Now we have to find someplace to hide. 19 INT. MORTUARY - PREP ROOM - NIGHT
There's a MOANING coming from the freezer. Frank and Vincent jerk their guns around and creep towards the bullet-riddled door.
BILL Someone's been sleeping in my bed, and she's still here. SAMPSON Billy-boy.
Frank advances and pistol-whips Sampson, who for his part takes it like a man. FRANK Mister Russo, you stupid fuck. BILL That's enough Francis. Mr. Jefferson I can only assume you're here to pay you final respects to your former employer. But I have to wonder at finding you in such a state of dishabille.
Bill steps forward and offers a hand. Sampson watches, wary before taking it.
Inside Sampson is moving, still on the ground. He turns over and sees Vincent and Frank, with Bill close behind.
Frank, Vincent and Bill enter the prep area. Frank and Vincent have guns drawn and take in the chaotic mess.
Bill nods sagely.
All Rights Reserved 2011SAMPSON Jones - NC I slipped. firstname.lastname@example.org
Sampson knows he's cornered, but stands defiant. SAMPSON I wouldn't know anything about that.
Bill smiles sympathetically before delivering three quick uppercuts into Sampson's gut. The big man takes a knee.
Vincent presses his .45 into Sampson's temple, hard. SAMPSON Hooper. Hooper? BILL
SAMPSON He had help. They're probably on their way to Chicago now. He's going over your head. Bill's eyes flash.
SAMPSON That's the only way he's walking away from this, if he returns the diamonds to Patrizio, a personal apology, and explanation. Zeck didn't tell him or he'd have neverBILL That's irrelevant. He stole from Mr. Patrizio. No one goes over my head.
BILL You wouldn't know anything about that. Vincent?
BILL Ahh, so this was in no way related to Mister Patrizio's missing property.
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20 INT. RECEPTION CHAPEL - NIGHT The empty pews of the dark chapel stretch from the back to the front, where a closed CASKET sits atop a decorated cart. 21 INT. CASKET - NIGHT 20
Hooper, Ruby and Agatha the dog are all wedged into the casket. Agatha, who has apparently changed her mind, is licking Hooper's face.
RUBY I think she likes you.
Ruby studies Hooper's face.
RUBY You have to get back to Chicago. HOOPER Yeah.
Ruby deciphers the mystery of Hoop's lips. RUBY I can stay here. You call the police when you get out. I'll be safe. HOOPER Right.
But he doesn't seem to be getting the message. RUBY Really, you don't have much time. HOOPER No. Not much.
HOOPER Make sure she stays quiet are we're fucked.
HOOPER Can you do something about that?
All Rights Reserved 2011 - NC Jones EXT. SAN SOUCI MORTUARY - NIGHT firstname.lastname@example.org Roy and Wallace sit inside watching the Funeral Home and
the conspicuously open Entrance and the two cars. ROY Looks like someone's having a party. Maybe we should be good citizens and see if they need assistance. What do you think Wallace? WALLACE Naturally.
Wallace cocks a SHOTGUN for emphasis. 23 INT. MORTUARY - NIGHT
Hooper crouches behind the Chapel entrance, squinting through the crack of the Chapel doors. On the other side there's no movement. He twists the knob slowly, and creeps out, careful to stay in the shadows. Roy and Wallace's shadows fall across the doorway as they move up the front steps. Hooper scurries up the stairs as fast and quiet as possible and dives around a corner just as Wallace and Roy appear. Both are now Armed with SHOTGUNS. ROY Well, I would say this is quite interesting.
Roy and Wallace start towards the back of the Funeral Home. Hooper braces himself and quietly goes down the stairs and out the front door. INT. MORTUARY - PREP ROOM - NIGHT Bill and Vincent watch as Frank beats Sampson. Bill casually talks over the GRUNTS and THUDS of fists colliding with Sampson's face. 24
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A particularly nasty kick by Frank sends blood and teeth skittering across the floor. BILL (CONT'D) But the fact remains that you came here looking for the diamonds. That doesn't bode well for you. So I'm going to suggest you get as far away as humanly possible, because after I find Hooper I will be coming back for you.
WHAM! The last kick sends Sampson sprawling. Frank is breathing hard. ROY (O.S.) Well this is indeed interesting. Bill turns to see Roy and Wallace, shotguns raised standing in the doorway. ROY (CONT'D) Didn't I tell you these fellas looked interesting Wallace?
ROY Who's the Democrat?
Roy indicates Sampson. VINCENT You're making a big mistake.
Roy turns his shotgun on Vincent.
enough to elucidate on Hooper's actions and because I truly believe you had no idea that your employer was planning on stealing from Mr. Patrizio. Everyone in Chicago knows Zeck was delusional so there's a modicum of understanding in your position.
All Rights Reserved 2011ROY NC Jones Oh I think you're wrong. You fellas firstname.lastname@example.org talking about diamonds and what not, I
think we're just in the right place at the right time. WALLACE Serendipity. 25 EXT. SAN SOUCI MORTUARY - NIGHT
Hooper runs to the Pickup and climbs in the driver's side, tossing his empty Walther and Sampson's Glock in the passenger seat. He checks the diamonds and leans under the dash to hotwire the pickup.
Hooper puts the truck into gear when--
BAM! FWOOM! A pop of a gunshot, followed by a shotgun blast echo in the night.
HOOPER You're gone, Hooper, you're gone. He picks up the Walther. Shit. 26
INT. MORTUARY - NIGHT
Hooper looks toward the Funeral Home and then to the guns.
It starts with a ROAR.
Hooper creeps back into the Chapel, gun in hand. He hurries to the casket, KNOCKS, then opens to find-No one. Ruby and Agatha are gone. Shit.
INT. MORTUARY - PREP ROOM - NIGHT Everyone is frozen.
All Rights Reserved Bill stares down-2011 - NC Jones Roy who email@example.com has his shotgun leveled-at a kneeling Sampson, who has a smoking COMPACT PISTOL pointed at-Wallace, who is bleeding from the shoulder, smoking shotgun droops, mostly pointed at--
Frank, who caught the blast in the gut and is slumped on the floor, next to-Vincent, who has two pistols, one pointed at Wallace and the other, Sampson. It's a stalemate. ROY You're gonna pay for that, boy.
SAMPSON If you don't shut your fucking mouth-
VINCENT Frank, Frank? Frank!
Frank trembles, breathing ragged.
BILL You boys have just signed your death warrants.
ROY I bet we have. Why don't you just go ahead and hand over those diamonds you've been blabbing about? BILL They don't belong to you. ROY We'll be taking them anyway.
Sampson LAUGHS, spraying a few drops of blood. Roy scowls raises the shotgun— But is interrupted by a distance BARKING (Agatha).
Vincent frantically hovers over Frank.
All Rights Reserved 2011 - NC Jones INT. HALLWAY/PREP ROOM DOOR 28 firstname.lastname@example.org to the Hooper leans against the wall, sweating, listening
conversation just around the corner. He winces at the BARKING and clutches his gun tighter, steeling himself. INT. PREP ROOM
Everyone looks confused by the barking. Wallace grins like a shark at Sampson, who stares right back. Roy jerks his shotgun back at Bill. ROY Garlic bread or lead, Gino? Hand ‘em over. HOOPER (O.S.) He doesn't have them. Everyone spins--
HOOPER (CONT'D) Bill, I'd like to lend you any assistance you might need. Bill's eyes flash.
BILL How very opportunistic of you.
HOOPER A mistake was made and I want to apologize and make amends.
Hooper holds the diamonds out as an offering. BILL Heh. I don't give a fuck, Hooper.
ROY You two stop yammering. New guy, you toss me that bag and back the fuck off before I blow your head off.
Hooper stands in the doorway, empty gun in one hand, diamonds in the other.
All Rights Reserved Hooper eyes Bill carefully and nods to Roy. He lofts the 2011 - NC Jones email@example.com
which float through the air towards Roy's outstretched hand. Hooper drops and dives to the left--
as Bill brings out a GOLD PLATED DESERT EAGLE, the ultimate hand cannon. Russo levels it at Roy-But Wallace catches the movement-And all hell breaks loose.
Wallace’s shotgun EXPLODES, just wide of Vincent. Vincent hauls Frank behind the cover of the desk, where Hooper is crouched.
Vincent looks unsure, but a MOAN from Frank decides it for him. He hands Hooper one of his pistols. HOOPER (CONT'D) Hang in there Frank. Hooper ducks back around the desk.
Roy stoops over the gravely injured Wallace. ROY Wallace! Fuck, hold on son!
Wallace coughs up a pint of crimson. Roy rears up, shotgun ready when WHAM! Sampson catches him in a football block, sending them both careening across the room. SAMPSON What now you KKK motherfucker?
They hit the floor with a WHUMP and Sampson has his Compact pistol crammed into Roy's temple.
HOOPER Gimme your gun and stay with him!
Roy catches the diamonds to be shoved by Wallace who takes two Desert Eagle rounds to the chest, scarlet mist spraying out behind him.
All Rights Reserved 2011ROY NC Jones You got cotton in yer ears? What'd I'd firstname.lastname@example.org tell you?
SAMPSON Fuck you, hoss.
POP! Sampson pulls his trigger and blood EXPLODES on the white tile beneath Roy's head.
Both men twitch their last twitch entangled, as a lake of red seeps out around them. Hooper is crouched by the desk, both guns raised, watching. Bill is nowhere to be seen. Shit.
HOOPER (CONT'D) All right Bill! Here! Here they are! I just want to walk away from this. Bill's not answering.
Hooper looks at Vincent for support, but Vincent is too occupied with Frank to notice. RUBY (O.S.) (weird)
Hooper stiffens, trying to locate her voice and feel out the context of her position. RUBY (O.S.) (CONT'D)
She's closer now. The door looms empty and menacing.
Hooper moves to Roy and Sampson. He rolls the big black man off the redneck and retrieves the now, blood-soaked diamonds. Hooper frowns.
BOOM! Roy's shotgun goes off, point blank in Sampson's stomach. Sampson shudders.
All Rights Reserved Suddenly Ruby 2011 - NC Jones appears in the door, shuffles forward, looking embarrassed and worried. email@example.com
BILL Good puppy. Well Hooper it appears I’ve found something.
Bill is right behind her with his gold handcannon raised to Ruby’s head and Agatha clutched under his arm.
Bill pushes the gun hard into Ruby and smiles. Hooper searches but finds nothing, and relents, lying his weapons on the floor. BILL (CONT'D) Vincent? VINCENT Y-yeah?
BILL Get out here and hold her.
Bill turns his gun toward Hooper.
HOOPER Bill, I just want to walk away. BILL Nobody walks away. Zeck didn't walk away, his house boy didn't walk away and you don't walk away. You try to go over my head, you stupid fuck? You think you're exempt? Fuck you.
BILL (CONT'D) What do you think you're going to do if you walk away? You're a pariah Hooper, nobody'll touch you with a ten-foot pole. What would you do? HOOPER I'm done, I know. I'm just not ready to die.
Vincent appears and Bill pushes Agatha into Ruby’s hand. Vincent take Ruby’s arm and holds her secure.
Hooper squints, ready for his fate-BOOM. Hooper frowns. He's not injured.
All Rights Reserved 2011BILLNC Jones No one ever is. firstname.lastname@example.org
Bill however is sagging, blood darkening a large patch on the front of his suit. Wallace, clutching his smoking shotgun, smiles a bloody, gruesome smile and dies. Bill collapses, looking annoyed.
INT. MORTUARY - PREP ROOM - LATER
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Ruby is tending to a much-improved looking Frank, first aiding the shotgun wound. Hooper talks to Vincent.
HOOPER Med student. Go figure.
VINCENT You always did good work for us. I'll talk to the old man. HOOPER I'd appreciate it Vince.
Hooper hands him the pouch of diamonds. VINCENT His teeth huh? The crazy fuck. 31
EXT. SAN SOUCI MORTUARY - JUST BEFORE DAWN The sky is a deep, bruised color, just minutes from the pink of predawn. Ruby, Agatha and Hooper watch as Vincent and Frank pull off in the black Lincoln.
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RUBY You don’t think there was maybe a life lesson in all of this?
Hooper grins, looms over her, faces close, holding her good hand tightly. Ruby realizes he’s about to kiss her, waits and then he moves away. She furrows her eyebrows, “Well?”. HOOPER I doubt it.
He turns and walks down the stairs at a relaxed pace. Ruby watches, confused.
Ruby tears her gaze away from the retreating figures and looks to her hand. Inside rests one tiny diamond/tooth. The sun appears behind some trees, bright and fiery. THE END
Agatha follows him down the stairs and joins him and they walk down the drive to the highway.
HOOPER Vincent thinks I better lie low. For a while at least.
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