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Dial tone.
A series of beeps.
PHONE RECORDING
Operator: 67 dash G...
CRAMPED APARTMENT
PHONE RECORDING
Opportunities for: Thursday
evening.
Target is a year: 3.
Price set at: 2 1/2 percent over
standard rate.
A sawed-off shotgun.
Raw edges on the barrel.
Wood grip wrapped in tape.
Serious shit.
Cut to:
Dead of night.
An aerial view of the sprawling city.
From mountain to ocean.
Alluring.
Yet menacing.
Driving along down below is a...
PODCAST HOST
--on Broke to Billionaire we like
to say: the world is yours, all you
have to do is work for it...
On the dash:
A chunky readout device.
Curly power cord.
Plugged into the cigarette lighter.
This is the Tracker.
PODCAST HOST
Do the work, put that cash
together, level up, and start your
own thing--
SERIES OF SHOTS
Hollywood hills.
Dotted with upscale homes.
Glitter in the dark.
Distant and unreachable.
PODCAST HOST
--you're going to serve somebody in
your life, but you have a choice.
You can serve them, or you can
serve yourself--
PODCAST HOST
--no handouts. You don't want
favors. You want a career--
Ventura Boulevard.
Half the shops boarded up.
Some with door signs:
"No one wants to work anymore."
Graffiti on others:
"Eat the rich"
PODCAST HOST
--because wealth means freedom, but
building that wealth requires
sacrifice, doing jobs you don't
want to do--
VOICE (O.S.)
City is going to hell.
SUBURBANITE
Used to be a place you could raise
a family. Now it's just junkies
everywhere. Bottom feeders.
SUBURBANITE
But you get it. You're not like
them. You're a small business
owner. Folks like you made this
city great.
(MORE)
4.
SUBURBANITE (CONT'D)
(climbs in his car)
Keep on keeping on, brother.
Speeds off.
Woop-woop.
Flashing cherry lights in the rearview.
Our Man stiffens.
Then.
- Two machetes.
- Snubnosed .32 caliber revolver.
- That sawed-off shotgun.
- Box of ammo
Damn.
He means business.
OUR MAN
Shit.
Concrete foundation.
Covered with silt and shrubs and trees.
A piece of overlooked wilderness.
Hidden beneath the city street.
Our Man stalks ahead.
Eyes searching.
Then.
AN AWFUL SOUND.
Like a baby goat in a blender.
Physically painful to hear.
But it doesn't faze him at all.
SUBURBANITE
Just doing a wellness check on a
friend of mine--
(recognizes him)
Oh, hey. Gas station right--?
(realizing)
Wait--
7.
Squirming tentacles.
Thick and disgusting.
Coated in white mucus.
Partially melted from the red energy.
What the fuck.
Whatever this Suburbanite is...
It's not human.
But some kind of otherworldly creature.
This abomination is a Dreg.
It scrambles away.
Tentacles writhing.
A half man/half horror.
Its human "torso" still intact.
Flopping human "legs" trail behind.
Still attached.
They're hollow.
Loose and baggy.
Soaked in white mucus.
The Dreg is like a wounded snake.
Dragging its recently shed skin.
OUR MAN
(under his breath)
Fuck.
8.
PATCHY UNDERGROWTH
He continues forward.
Sweat on his face.
Then.
A flash of movement.
He whips to it.
Mucus splatters.
As the Dreg falls to the ground.
This time it's dead.
Title:
~ b e l o w ~
INSIDE DAVE'S
Karaoke stage.
Pool tables.
Thin weeknight crowd.
OUR MAN
I will buy you a new car, perfect
shiny and new. I will buy you that
big house, way up in the west
hills--
BARTENDER
Haven't seen you in a bit, how ya
been?
OUR MAN
Good. Just finished a work thing.
BARTENDER
What do you do again?
OUR MAN
Freelance gig. Lots of driving,
meeting with clients. One big job a
month, that kinda stuff.
BARTENDER
I could never do freelance. Too
lonely, y'know?
11.
OUR MAN
(echoing the podcast)
It takes sacrifice to get where we
want to be. And I'm *this* close to
leveling up.
BARTENDER
Wow, okay.
OUR MAN
Yeah. Always wanted to have
something that's just... mine,
y'know? Never really had that--
BARTENDER
(to Patron)
Hey, haven't seen you in a bit, how
ya been?
PODCAST HOST
The path to success is lonely. But
anything worth it always will be.
HIS EX
Hey.
OUR MAN
Hey.
HIS EX
Haven't seen you since you got out.
OUR MAN
Yeah, it's been a minute.
HIS EX
Tried to call. Guess you changed
your number. Your people didn't
have it either.
OUR MAN
Ain't "my people" anymore. They got
me locked up in the first place.
HIS EX
Yeah you were just an innocent
bystander.
OUR MAN
I'm not the one who snitched--
(pivoting)
Look, I wanted a fresh start. I got
a new thing going now.
HIS EX
What is it?
OUR MAN
...freelance.
HIS EX
So back on your bullshit.
OUR MAN
No, it's not like that--
HIS EX
You know what, it's fine, not my
business--
He interrupts.
Desperate to make her understand.
13.
OUR MAN
My truck? It's worth less than the
gas I put in it. That shoebox
apartment up there? Just like every
place I've ever lived, I pay
somebody else for the right to live
there. I had hand-me-downs with
somebody else's name on the tags
till I was 16. But with my new job,
I finally have the chance to own
something significant in this
world.
OUR MAN
And I'm not gonna let your
negativity bring me down.
HIS EX
I didn't come here to argue. Just
wanted to give you this back.
HIS EX
Say hi to Sammy for me.
WRINKLED NEIGHBOR
You come in and out, in and out.
All hours of the night, with all
these fancy locks, and you think I
don't know what you're doing?
WRINKLED NEIGHBOR
You're a drug dealer.
OUR MAN
Don't worry. Won't be here much
longer.
OUR MAN
Khalia says hi.
(then)
...no I didn't tell her about my
job. You know the rules.
(then)
I'm fine by the way, thanks for
asking.
Cut to:
MONEY MART
Behind him:
A grimy computer monitor.
Plays a pirated Dodger game.
STICK
Hey there, amigo.
OUR MAN
Cupcakes look rough.
STICK
LAPD was on the train this morning.
Made sure I got some extra
“protection.”
OUR MAN
Fuck em.
STICK
Say it again.
STICK
Green means go.
STICK
Standard rate plus 2 1/2.
17.
STICK
I've never shorted you.
OUR MAN
I know. Because I always count it.
STICK
Shotgun shells still good?
STICK
Here's your re-up.
OUR MAN
Stop giving me these leaky ones.
They're unstable. Drop it or hit it
with something and they explode.
OUR MAN
See what happens if I load one on
accident.
STICK
Oh wait. Almost forgot, got new
marching orders today...
OUR MAN
Why am I getting double now?
Something going on?
STICK
There's things we're paid to know.
And things we're paid to not know.
OUR MAN
Look. I'm only a few bags away from
a better life. And surprises make
that harder.
STICK
You do your job. I'll do mine.
STICK
See you in a coupla weeks, amigo.
Settle on...
That computer monitor.
Plays the Dodgers game.
ANNOUNCER VOICE
--and that's why I love the new
owner. He's not gonna be an over
the top Steinbrenner type--
Cuts to a:
Press conference with a round-faced man.
ANNOUNCER VOICE
--he knows his place.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Looks to his phone.
On the display:
"WORK"
RECORDING
*dial tone* *blep blep blip*
Operator 67 dash G...
Opportunities for: Friday
evening... Target is a year: 4.
Price set at: 5 percent over
standard rate.
OUR MAN
2 jobs in 2 days? That's a first.
RECORDING
Be advised, as of this assignment
you will be joined by your new
partner. All future payments will
be split 50/50.
OUR MAN
What?! I'm not splitting shit!
Hello? Is anybody there? Hello--!
OUR MAN
No partner. I'm doing this job
alone.
MOMENTS LATER
Uses a screwdriver.
Switches out his license plate.
OUR MAN
Forget the past, right?
RECORDING
Operator: 67 dash G. You are
scheduled to meet your new partner
tonight on the corner of--
Night.
The Dakota heads north.
21.
ECHO PARK
Taco Trucks.
Workers close up for the night.
QUICK SHOTS:
The Dakota.
Parked on Sgt. Place.
OUR MAN
Sprints.
Sweaty.
Out of breath.
Chases a Dreg.
With a Real Estate Agent carapace.
Injured "arm" dangles from its body.
An empty bag of skin dripping mucus.
Steep.
Heavily tagged.
The Dreg barrels down the sharp incline.
Our Man not far behind.
Through an alley.
But then.
The Dreg slips out of sight into the--
A Junkie.
With a cleft lip.
Hugs the wall.
OUR MAN
Get outta here, man. It's not safe.
JUNKIE
This is my home.
OUR MAN
Walk a block and get a new one.
JUNKIE
Fuck off.
ON THE EMBANKMENT
Our Man reaches the carcass.
Traffic speeds by in the background.
Crouches.
Inspects the mess.
But there's no jawbone.
OUR MAN
...goddammit.
OUR MAN
Fuck. Fuck.
But then.
What's that?
Retrieves something.
Holds it up.
But then.
WOOP WOOP.
Sound of approaching police.
24.
Just as the--
LAPD squad car slides to a stop.
Our Man acts quick.
Uses his foot and--
Pushes his shotgun into the brush.
It's still poking out a bit.
But it's all he can manage before--
OUR MAN
Evening.
OUR MAN
Yeah, sorry-- was driving with the
wife, we got into it, and she
tossed the house keys out the
window, so... you know how it is.
Tense silence.
OUR MAN
...got where.
OUR MAN
Oh-- leftovers. Carnitas.
OUR MAN
Sir, I just want to find my keys--
OUR MAN
Sir--
Tension rises.
Seconds away from getting real ugly.
But then--
STREET
AN AMBUSHING DREG.
Already halfway out of its carapace.
Must have been waiting for him.
Slice.
Chops the tentacles in half.
27.
BOXER
Howdy, partner. Sorry I'm late.
Traffic was a bear.
(MORE)
28.
BOXER (CONT'D)
(re: his ziploc)
So there was 2 of em, eh? Strange.
OUR MAN
Look, I don't know what they told
you, but...
(re: the Dreg)
This one's mine.
BOXER
Ours. This one's ours. Y'know, us
being partners and all.
OUR MAN
No.
A sickening moan.
From the Dreg.
It's not dead.
Lumbers away.
BOXER
Sucker's still kickin.
OUR MAN
HEY! COME ON!
BOXER
Back in a flash!
Our Man.
Angry and bloody.
Favoring his ankle.
Stands at the glass divider.
Behind him:
His monitor plays a Dodgers pre-game show.
OUR MAN
Brownies look good.
STICK
No dice, amigo.
OUR MAN
Come on. I'm so fucking close. Just
let it slide this once, just a few
more jobs and I won't be your
problem anymore--
STICK
Rules is rules.
OUR MAN
This wasn't my fault. It got real
heavy out there tonight. And if you
knew what I had to go through--
STICK
Knowing's the last thing I want.
OUR MAN
I got ambushed, now this new
partner is up in my shit, shooting
at me, and I almost got fucking
arrested--
30.
STICK
Listen.
(he softens)
I don't know exactly what you do
out there to bring these back, and
I know it ain't easy...
STICK
...and I'm sorry you had LAPD up
your ass, trust me... but this is
the best job I ever had in my life.
I'm paid to sit, catch up on my
baseball, call my old lady at
lunch, and the checks clear.
Whoever's on the other end of those
phone calls is my guardian angel.
(then)
I'm happy you're gonna move on to
bigger and better. But I want this
job to be the last one I ever have.
And I'm not gonna fuck that up. Not
for you.
OUR MAN
It's one time.
STICK
You know and I know, the game is
rigged. And we always lose. So fair
or not...
(then)
Rules is rules.
PODCAST HOST
--be smart, work hard, see the
results. Trust the process--
But then.
Footsteps outside.
Shadows in the light under his door.
Boxer.
Fuck.
Intercut:
BOXER
I can see you peeking. Open up.
OUR MAN
Why.
BOXER
Professional courtesy.
OUR MAN
Your "professional courtesy" almost
blew my head off.
BOXER
Don't be so sensitive. Wasn't even
close.
(silence)
Okay, it wasn't that close.
(silence)
But fair's fair. I got your 50
percent right here, partner.
LATER
BOXER
Cozy.
Boxer's sunny.
Folksy.
Sharp contrast to Our Man.
BOXER
But I'm not sure you're maximizing
the space. Feng Shui is a little
off. Your bed should really be on
that wall--
OUR MAN
(still counting)
I like it how it is.
BOXER
I'm Boxer by the way. Normally
Operate outta Phoenix.
(then)
It is weird, right? Never got
called to another city before, or
had a partner. And I've never had
one ambush me before. You think
maybe something's going on? I think
something's going on.
BOXER
But no chance our "mysterious
employers" will fill us in, right?
(off his look)
(MORE)
33.
BOXER (CONT'D)
Don't you ever wonder who's on the
other end of the phone?
OUR MAN
I don't know...the government?
BOXER
You need to expand your horizons,
partner...
(then)
You and me, we're like rat
catchers. Paid by the tail. Except
our rats aren't exactly typical. So
it stands to reason our employers
aren't exactly typical either.
BOXER
I do a lot of my own research, and
I'm thinking it's like an escaped
sentient A.I., or a higher form of
interstellar intelligence, or maybe
our deep sea ancestors guiding us
telepathically--
OUR MAN
Right. Appreciate the cash. Be
seeing you.
Stands.
Guides her to the door.
BOXER
Whoa, hold your horses, shouldn't
we kinda work out a system here?
Make a game plan?
(of his look)
Since we're partners now and all.
OUR MAN
We're not partners.
BOXER
Yes we are.
OUR MAN
I don't do partners.
34.
BOXER
Lemme guess, your last group
project went south?
BOXER
It did didn't it.
He's uncomfortable.
Steers away from his past:
OUR MAN
I'm not gonna split my money. I
have goals I'm working toward.
BOXER
By any chance is your goal a 'Night
Moves?'
BOXER
So what's a 'Night Moves'.
OUR MAN
Time to go. Don't get in my way
again.
BOXER
I get it, I'm on your turf. Change
is hard. But at the very least,
take my number--
BOXER
By the looks of it, I've been on
the job a bit longer than you. If
you ever want to talk about the job
or even just swap war stories,
gimme a ring--
35.
OUR MAN
Shut the fuck up, she did not seem
nice.
OUR MAN
...I will buy you a garden...
...perfect shiny and new...
...I will buy you...
...new life...
BARTENDER (PRE-LAP)
You alright?
OUR MAN
Oh, uh-- sorry, what?
BARTENDER
I said, are you alright?
OUR MAN
New person at work. Kinda fucked
things up. Throwing me off.
BARTENDER
Thought you worked alone?
OUR MAN
...yeah me too.
36.
Pre-lap:
Buzz.
Buzz.
He's surprised.
Picks up.
RECORDING
*dial tone* *blep blep blip*
Operator: 67 dash G.
Operator: 23 dash J.
Opportunities for: Saturday
evening.
OUR MAN
Don't look at me like that.
(then)
No I'm not gonna call her.
He locks up to leave.
Wrinkled Neighbor pipes up again.
WRINKLED NEIGHBOR
I heard you last night.
WRINKLED NEIGHBOR
It's good for you to have a woman.
OUR MAN
No, she's not--
WRINKLED NEIGHBOR
Good women make good men.
37.
SERIES OF SHOTS
Cut to:
THE TRACKER
A yellow dot.
Pulses on the screen.
Blip.
Blip.
Blip.
OUR MAN
Approaches.
Hears disturbing sounds.
Dreg sounds.
From the other side of the leafy curtain.
THE DREG
KABLAM.
Glass shatters.
Its head explodes.
Flesh melts into the seat.
Reveal:
Our Man stands outside the car.
Shotgun smoking.
Cut to:
DREG JAWBONE
AUDI TRUNK
Click.
39.
OUR MAN
What happened, why did it take you?
OUR MAN
Why did it take you--?
OUR MAN
Wait--!
MINUTES LATER
OUR MAN
Saw another strange thing. Never
seen it before.
(then)
So... call me back or whatever--
BOXER (O.S)
Hiya.
OUR MAN
Have you just been sitting there
watching me?
40.
BOXER
What, you said stay out of your
way.
(then)
You hungry? I'm hungry.
BOXER
It didn't eat him?
OUR MAN
No. Just tied him up and threw him
in the trunk.
BOXER
Weird... So what're you thinking?
OUR MAN
You're the vet, thought you'd know.
BOXER
I've seen a lot. But I've never
seen anything like that. Job
frequency is up, we get assigned as
partners, and now they're taking
hostages? Something is going on.
(then)
We gotta get to the bottom of it.
OUR MAN
Give it a rest with this "we" shit.
BOXER
Old habits. Live off the land and
all that. Never know when something
could come in handy.
OUR MAN
Leaky bullet?
BOXER
That one's on my leg. This one's
from an exploded tire. I was
hauling freight over the border,
caught a spool of razor wire and
dispatch wouldn't send help so I
fixed it myself. But it blew from
the heat, caught me right there.
(then)
Got fired, insurance wouldn't cover
it, so I ended up owing an extra 8k
to the caring doctors at Our Lady
of Eternal Bills.
OUR MAN
Assholes.
BOXER
So before rat catching, what were
you doing?
OUR MAN
Time.
(off her look)
As in prison.
Oh.
She processes.
OUR MAN
I was loyal to my people. But they
weren't loyal to me.
(then)
Everybody serves somebody. But I
picked the wrong somebody. And I
lost everything...
BOXER
(re: the taco truck)
So is this like... your spot.
OUR MAN
No. Just a neutral spot.
BOXER
Neutral spot? This isn't the cold
war. And we're on the same side.
42.
OUR MAN
Okay.
BOXER
But it does raise the question: guy
like you... what is "your spot"?
BOXER
...see this is what I'm saying,
they choose people like us for this
job for a reason.
OUR MAN
What? Because we're special?
BOXER
Because we don't have much choice.
No arguments there.
BOXER
Perfect deniability for our
employers too. Who would ever
believe people like us?
OUR MAN
Hey, it's steady work that pays.
BOXER
Well, that... and it's nice to do a
little good in the world, y'know?
OUR MAN
Yeah. Sure...
Boxer laughs.
43.
BOXER
Saving lives doesn't do it for you?
OUR MAN
I get paid by the corpse.
BOXER
Guess that's one way of looking at
it. If you ask me, our "rats" go
after the most vulnerable. People
who can't fight back. And I take
that personal.
OUR MAN
Why?
BOXER
Because a few years back, I was
right there myself.
(off his look)
Spent three months in a Walmart
parking lot. I was lucky enough to
get out.
OUR MAN
Not luck. Hard work.
BOXER
Do you have a manual you're quoting
from or something...?
BOXER
Yeah, this is your spot, alright.
OUR MAN
Meaning.
BOXER
Here you're not so jumpy. It's
nice.
(suddenly clicks)
That's it! Your piggy bank. "Night
Moves". You're saving up for your
own karaoke place, aren't you?
OUR MAN
Being an owner/operator of a bar is
a solid business plan and a viable
path to financial security--
BOXER
Come on. It's not just that. You
own a bar, and all the new friends
will come to you. Right?
BOXER
I get it. I don't have a ton of
friends either.
BOXER
So really, is *this* all that bad?
Talkin shop, goin for tacos, having
drinks? At least think about a
partnership.
He grunts.
BOXER
Hey, that's not a "no".
OUR MAN
Wait, did you already steal the
pepper?
BOXER
So. Am I picking or are you
picking.
(off his confusion)
First song.
He darkens.
Not a chance.
Cut to:
45.
BOXER
BOXER
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you'd see there
BOXER
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry,
but I'm not sure I can go any
further without a little help from
my new friend.
BOXER
C'mon, partner, I can't do it
alone.
BOXER
You know him, you love him, make
some noise, people.
(they clap and cheer)
C'mon, you can do better, he's a
shy one!
BOXER
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain!
BOXER
Yes! There we go!
SHOTS
Drink more.
BARTENDER
Your new friend seems nice.
OUR MAN
She's... something.
BARTENDER
Somebody else thinks so too.
The Stranger.
Stares right at Boxer.
47.
BARTENDER
Been staring at you guys since he
came in.
BOXER
He's not the first guy to stare at
me in a bar.
OUR MAN
This is something else.
BOXER
Like what something else?
OUR MAN
There's a lot of bad answers to
that question.
She sobers.
Begins to understand.
OUR MAN
Let's split. I'll go out the back,
you take the front. Meet up...
later.
She nods.
Wam.
Stranger is blindsided by--
A Geo Metro driven by Boxer.
Stranger flips.
Hits the pavement hard.
Limbs bent the wrong way.
Raspy breaths.
Still alive but down for the count.
BOXER
That's twice I've saved you.
OUR MAN
Twice you've almost killed me.
BOXER
Eh, six of one.
It's a badge.
An LAPD badge.
49.
BOXER
I think that's our cue...
But then.
Clinkety-clink.
Our Man whips toward the sound.
Sees the Bartender.
In the midst of taking out the trash.
Frozen in fear.
Dropped glass bottles at her feet.
Fuck.
She saw the whole thing.
The shooting.
The blood.
All of it.
She stares right at Our Man.
Aghast.
Any affection for him totally erased.
OUR MAN
They tracked you.
BOXER
Me? That's your spot!
OUR MAN
Never had any problems before you
showed up.
BOXER
(realizing)
This is it, all the weird stuff,
they must be escalating--
OUR MAN
--never shoulda done this--
50.
BOXER
--could finally be the start of
their plot to take over the world--
(off his glare)
Okay maybe a plot to take over the
city.
OUR MAN
Who gives a fuck. We're cop killers
now. LAPD is coming hard. And who
knows how many of them aren't
human?
(then)
The Bartender is probably giving us
up right now.
BOXER
C'mon, pink-hair wouldn't rat you
out, she's your friend, right?
OUR MAN
She was.
BOXER
Okay, okay, I got an app for the
police band. I'm sure we're fine,
but now we can double check, okay?
BOXER
See? Everything's a-okay--
BOXER
Alright, maybe we're in trouble.
But then.
Our Man realizes something else.
OUR MAN
Oh fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
BOXER
What what--?!
OUR MAN
If they can track me to the bar...
(then)
My apartment...
Oh shit.
BOXER
No. Don't go back.
OUR MAN
That box under my bed is everything
I have. My whole life.
BOXER
And you're gonna lose your life
going back for it.
OUR MAN
I'm going. You don't have to come
with me.
She thinks.
Doesn't like this.
But doesn't want to leave him alone either.
IN THE DAKOTA
BOXER
Friendly reminder: you don't have
to do this.
He doesn't respond.
Just cocks his sawed-off.
Gets out.
Continues on.
Quietly sneaks past the pool.
Eyes dart.
Checks every corner.
Makes it to the...
STAIRWELL
So far so good.
Meanwhile--
IN THE DAKOTA
OUR MAN
IN THE DAKOTA
Clickety-clack.
The door swings open.
Our Man silhouetted at the entrance.
The bathroom.
All clear.
He opens it.
Sees the cash is still there.
Sigh of relief...
AT THE NAVIGATOR
Boxer approaches.
Revolver in hand.
Thump-thumps get louder as she gets closer.
BOXER
...hello...?
Muffled shouts.
Desperation.
She checks the trunk.
It's unlocked.
Swings up to reveal...
Buzz.
Our Man gets a text:
get out now
Shit.
Stuffs the tin in his hoodie.
Looks to his fish tank.
He can't leave Sammy behind.
BOXER
Removes gags.
Cuts ropes.
Sets the captured men free.
SAMMY
Swimming happily.
REVEAL that he's in:
A DRINKING GLASS.
BALCONY
He whips around.
Aims the sawed-off at--
WRINKLED NEIGHBOR
You bring a GUN here? To our HOME?
OUR MAN
Quiet. There are bad people here--
WRINKLED NEIGHBOR
You are the bad people--!
OUR MAN
Quiet!
Time slows:
--disgusting tentacles spread--
--Our Man aims his shotgun--
--drops Sammy's glass--
--it shatters on the ground--
BOXER
BOXER
Run!
ON THE BALCONY
Turns back.
Aims the sawed-off.
Click.
Nothing.
57.
Shit.
Too waterlogged.
Aims again.
Dreg almost to him--
KABLAM.
OUR MAN
Go go go!
OUR MAN
Shit--!
Blam-blam-blam.
Cops open fire.
Pow-pow-pow.
Bullets punch holes through the windshield.
KOREATOWN STREETS
Narrow.
Lined with parked vehicles.
BOXER
(frustrated)
First time for everything.
(then)
Hope the piggy bank was worth it.
OUR MAN
Nobody made you come along--
BOXER
Oh I'm sorry, I can't hear you over
the sound of me saving you--!
OUR MAN
Maybe I wouldn't need saving if you
had stayed the fuck in Phoenix--!
BOXER
Think you could handle a full on
SWAT team alone--?!
OUR MAN
Wasn't a SWAT team--!
BOXER
Seems to me like you need all the
help you can get--!
OUR MAN
I never asked for your help! And
now, my fucking fish is dead!
BOXER
We can argue later. I need a
hospital.
OUR MAN
Hospitals have questions. And cops.
BOXER
I'm gonna leave a very bad stain on
your very nice truck, unless you
have a better idea.
Cut to:
A DODGERS GAME
Watched by Stick.
Toothpick in his mouth.
He's at his post in the--
MONEY MART
Brrr.
The door buzzer.
His eyes stay on the game.
Presses the button.
Clunk.
The door flies open.
Stick still doesn't look.
STICK
Evening, amigo--
STICK
Whoa whoa, what the hell man--?!
OUR MAN
We need your help--
STICK
Well you ain't getting it--
OUR MAN
We have nowhere else to go--
STICK
That sounds like a you problem.
OUR MAN
C'mon, man, she's shot, just need
to patch her up, lay low for the
night--
61.
STICK
This isn't supposed to be
complicated: no coming here if
you're in trouble, no coming here
if you're hurt, you come in here
for one thing and one thing only.
Them's the rules. And you know how
I feel about the rules--
Interrupted by:
Roar of helicopter blades.
Search light outside.
Strobes across the pavement.
STICK
How bad is it, amigo...?
OUR MAN
As bad as you think.
STICK
You got 20 minutes.
Cut to:
BACK ROOM
Shelves of supplies.
Few spare Trackers.
BOXER
So I guess that's it then.
OUR MAN
I can give you a lift to the bus
station.
BOXER
What about you?
OUR MAN
I'm headed up to Palmdale for a
while. Keep my head down.
She nods.
Understands.
BOXER
For what's it's worth... I had fun.
Buzz.
Our Man's phone.
"WORK"
RECORDING
*dial tone* *blep blep blip*
Operator: 67 dash G.
Operator: 23 dash J.
Opportunities for: Sunday evening.
Target is a year: undetermined.
RECORDING
...price set at: 700 percent over
standard rate.
OUR MAN
700 percent...?!
BOXER
This is it. This is why I got
called in from Phoenix... why
they're taking people, why they're
escalating... The plot to take over
the city.
BOXER
I mean, it's 700 percent. What do
you say? One last job for all the
marbles?
He thinks.
What the hell.
OUR MAN
Let's do it.
But then.
RECORDING
Caution...
RECORDING
...target is immune to standard
tracking methods and will not
appear on your scope. Please use
alternative means.
OUR MAN
Alternative means...?
BOXER
Wait. I heard about this. From my--
(points to the front desk)
--"that guy" back home.
OUR MAN
You're allowed talk about work...?
BOXER
I think he's a little sweet on me.
But he heard that if an older one
arrives in town, the younger ones
(MORE)
64.
BOXER (CONT'D)
have to come and pay their
respects...
OUR MAN
That's it... that's why they've
been taking people alive.
BOXER
(catching on)
They're paying tribute. Everybody's
gotta serve somebody, right?
OUR MAN
We just gotta find their somebody.
BOXER
That's the easy part.
(off his look)
We just follow the ants back to the
hill.
STREET - LATER
Rough.
But it's all they got.
PODCAST HOST
--Rule 24: don't be a victim. If
things aren't going your way,
that's on you--
65.
Looks at Boxer.
Embarrassed.
Weird hearing it with somebody else in the car.
He turns it off.
BOXER
Guy must be real fun at parties.
THE DAKOTA
THE TRACKER
SEPULVEDA DAM
Share binoculars.
Stand on the--
BOXER
Imagine. You're sleeping on
sidewalk, thinking this is the
lowest you're ever gonna get. And
then one night you get a visit from
(MORE)
66.
BOXER (CONT'D)
them. And the last thing you see is
some square in a suit. Eating you.
(then)
Could have just as easily been me
on that sidewalk... instead of the
one holding the gun.
OUR MAN
Come on, you're not like them...
BOXER
You can rationalize all you want,
but a different roll of the dice
and it could've been either of us.
OUR MAN
Yeah... maybe.
OUR MAN
C'mon. They're on the move.
HOLLYWOOD HILLS
Narrow streets.
Steep hills.
OUR MAN
Shit.
He picks left.
FROM ABOVE
BOXER
Wait... go back...
OUR MAN
BOXER
Never been to a party with a police
check point. That an LA thing?
OUR MAN
Not my part of LA.
She's right.
The cars are waiting at a police checkpoint.
Two squad cars and three cops.
Barricades.
The House.
Most impressive on the block.
BOXER
My money's on tied up folks in
every one of these cars.
OUR MAN
Yup.
(then)
Oh shit.
BOXER
I'd say we found the boss man.
OUR MAN
I wasn't expecting so many... and
all in one place...
It's a cop.
Hand on his sidearm.
Cop motions.
Roll down your window.
OUR MAN
Yessir.
BOXER
It'll be tough, but we found em,
the hard part is done-- okay maybe
not the hardest part, which will be
killing them all, but a hard part
is done. Now we just need a plan to
get past that police checkpoint--
OUR MAN
Boxer...
BOXER
But I do have a few ideas for those
leaky bullets--
OUR MAN
You're talking like we don't have a
choice.
(off her look)
I get a call, I do a job. Sure, a
risky job. But we kill them one at
a time. And there's a helluva lot
more than one in that house. Going
in there isn't a risk, it's certain
death.
BOXER
So that's it, you're giving up?
OUR MAN
We got real lucky with that last
cop. You think that luck will last?
(then)
I got my money. Betting you got a
stash back in Phoenix. We can
just... go our separate ways.
70.
BOXER
Sure, cash out, go to Palmdale,
open your karaoke bar. But know
that life is only possible because
you let all those innocent people
die begging and screaming as
they're fucking eaten. They don't
deserve that.
OUR MAN
What did that say?
BOXER
Is that--? You don't think--?
OUR MAN
Oh no...
He guns it.
MONEY MART
OUR MAN
Hey! Amigo! You here?
No answer.
They slide in.
Weapons up.
OUR MAN
Hey!
They go through.
OUR MAN
...amigo?
Stick.
Eyes lifeless.
Mouth hangs open.
He's dead.
Bottom half missing.
Because he was ripped in half.
Entrails dangle from his torso.
BOXER
I am so sorry...
OUR MAN
He broke the rules for us. And this
is what he got.
BOXER
They must have trailed us to this
spot. Same way we did them.
OUR MAN
Until you showed up, this was the
guy I talked to the most... and I
never even knew his name.
(then)
Nobody deserves this...
OUR MAN
Grab all the ammo you can carry.
BOXER
Wait. We're gonna do it?
OUR MAN
Let's get moving, partner.
Resting on it:
- A cinderblock.
- Rope.
- Boxes and boxes of ammunition.
- 2 machetes.
- Blowtorch.
- A 3 inch plastic tub filled with water.
BOXER
I always wanted to try this.
OUR MAN
You've never tried it...?
BOXER
Nope.
OUR MAN
So you don't know if it works.
BOXER
We're certainly gonna find out.
Pulls it out.
Examines her creation.
Metal slightly purple.
Does a few practice swings.
BOXER
Don't know how long they'll last
before they run outta juice...
(then)
And we'll have to be in close.
OUR MAN
Oh we're gonna be in close.
74.
SHOTS
Grab supplies:
Our Man with the cinderblock.
Boxer with the rope.
BOXER
Before we do this... is there
anyone you should call?
OUR MAN
No.
BOXER
Yeah. Me neither.
The Dakota.
Engine loud.
MUSTACHE COP
Aaaand we just hit double overtime.
Cops realize...
The Dakota isn't slowing down.
It's headed right for them.
MUSTACHE COP
...oh fuck.
C R A S H
SHAVED HEAD
Gotta be shittin me!
KABOOM.
Blam-blam-blam.
Bright flashes of red and blue.
Midcentury modern.
Wide and squat rectangular construction.
Steel and glass and exposed timber.
Our Man and Boxer approach.
Stride through the front door.
KABOOM.
77.
Flash of red.
Our Man backpedals as he fires.
Blam-blam-blam.
Flashes of blue.
Boxer yells with anger.
Red.
Red.
Red.
Blue.
Blue.
Blue.
OUR MAN
KABOOM.
Shoots off a host of tentacles.
Reloads.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
BOXER
Dreg melting.
Left and right.
THEY REGROUP
OUR MAN
In here...
UNFURNISHED BEDROOM
BOXER
Alright, boys, time to go.
OUR MAN
We're gonna get you back home.
BOXER
(points)
Go that way, up the back steps,
straight ahead, out the front gate.
(then)
And don't stop running.
BOXER
Go.
HALLWAY
OUR MAN
(re: his ammo)
I'm out.
BOXER
...me too.
80.
And suddenly.
There's too many Dreg to deal with and--
THICK DOOR.
Our Man reaches it first.
OUR MAN
Quick!
KASHINK.
Our Man looks down.
The door has locked itself.
OUR MAN
Did you lock the--?
BASEMENT DEN
Wall-to-wall mahogany.
Beautiful shelving and cabinetry.
Hand-crafted desk and matching chair.
Classy sports memorabilia displayed here and there.
Mostly golf.
A middle-aged man.
Tall.
Portly.
Round-faced.
Wears an open-collar suit.
Air of a man in charge.
This is The Old One.
He motions around.
The opulence.
Stops golfing.
Gestures with his putter as he talks.
Wait what?
They think.
Boxer shrugs.
Hmm she's being weird.
OUR MAN
Seems like we have two bad options.
There's a tension.
Is one of them going to defect?
Or will their partnership stand?
Silence.
Our Man and Boxer share a glance.
Ready?
Fuckin ready.
Then.
OUR MAN
Only one question.
OUR MAN
Any last words?
Wam.
A thick mass of tentacles hit Our Man.
Like a tree trunk made of writhing limbs.
Covered in boils and oozing pustules.
Pthewf.
She spits the bullet.
Right into The Old One's gaping maw.
The ancient creature chokes on it.
88.
OUR MAN
E X P L O D E
BOXER
Let's go!
BOXER
Now!
Then.
A fiery chunk of ceiling collapses.
They barely dive out of the way.
Make it to the back exit.
But.
The security door is locked.
Bang on it.
But it's no use.
89.
They're trapped.
Between a wall of flames and the door.
BOXER
No--!
(realizes)
The remote!
BOXER
Get over here, gimme a hand!
BOXER
C'mon, partner, it's time to split!
Our Man and Boxer make their way down the hill.
The home in flames behind them.
Fire engine sirens in the distance.
But they’ll be too late to save the house.
Huge pancakes.
Fried eggs.
Crispy bacon.
Hashbrowns.
Toast with jam.
Fresh orange juice.
Our Man and Boxer immediately start prepping.
Butter.
Salt and pepper.
Our Man holds out his hand.
Without a word Boxer passes the hot sauce.
Boxer holds out her hand.
Without a word Our Man passes the syrup.
Buzz.
Buzz.
OUR MAN
...hello?
Holy shit.
A live person is on the line.
92.
Cut to black.
THE END