Love You Long Time
Written by
Jasper Hedon
[email protected] jasperhedon.com TITLE CARD: THURSDAY FADE IN:
NIGHTMARE Scorching Sun. Desert sand. Fucking Baghdad. TRAVIS (O.S) NO!! STOP, KID!! STOP!! A marine in desert camouflage. SGT. TRAVIS MADDEN (30’s), tall, handsome and clean cut. A man whom with righteous runs deep. A true American hero. TRAVIS (CONT’D) GET DOWN!! M4 in hand, Travis sprints toward something... Digging through the trash is a skin and bones IRAQI BOY. The Boy is terrified. Something in his hand. An IED. BOOM The kid explodes. A blood red geyser of gore.
BEDROOM Moonlight beams over a FIGURE, tossing and turning in bed. FIGURE NO!! The Figure bolts awake. A metal prosthetic leg attaches to an amputated stump.
BATHROOM The Figure enters, hidden in shadow. CLICK - the overhead light. A face in a mirror. 2.
It’s Travis, now in his forties. Shaggy hair and bearded - time has passed. Scars cover seventy percent of the mangled mess that is now his face. He glares with one foggy dead eye. CREDITS ROLL
EXT. SEX SHOP - NIGHT Flashing neon’s. A car screeches to a stop. Two MEN bolt from the car. Muffled screams from inside. BAM! - BAM! - BAM! - BAM! One man exits, hops into the car, and speeds off. A flashing neon sign reads:
LOVE YOU LONG TIME A bloody hand grips a fistful of small bills. A crime scene sprawls the local neighborhood Korean mom and pop sex shop. Dildos and anal lubrication abound. The hand belongs to a cadaver wearing a SKI MASK. DETECTIVE DIEGO CAVALERA (40’s) inspects the cadaver. A man of virtue in a world where virtue is in high demand. He’s seen some shit and has since forgotten how to force a smile. Diego clicks a Zippo open. Flicks it closed. MAX (O.S.) That hundred bucks is so mine. DETECTIVE MAX GOSSOW (40’s), his partner, good looking and quick witted, fiddles with the CCTV at a cash counter. Max holds a cigarette up. DIEGO All of us quitters are one fucked up day away from smoking a carton. In the end, you’ll get your money and it will be the most expensive cigarette I’ve ever smoked, and it will be money well spent. 3.
Diego puts the lighter away. Max lights a cigarette. Blows smoke at Diego. MAX Is today that day? DIEGO You can’t smoke in here. Diego makes a judgmental face. MAX (wryly) The owners won’t mind. Diego shrugs. They study the gorefest. The husband’s face splatters the wall. The wife’s head, a hollow cave. A massive hole ruptured her pregnant belly. DIEGO Three dead. Cash gone. One gun. Max takes a drag. MAX Two robbers. Who got away? Diego and Max observe the CCTV. Max hits play. On the monitor is two men. One wears a GAS MASK, the other a Ski Mask. Both have sidearms. They aim at the owner and his pregnant wife. The husband pops the register and bags money. The owner hands the money to Gas Mask. Gas Mask thumbs the hammer of a 44. Magnum with a six-inch barrel. FLASH - Gas Mask shoots the owner in the face. FLASH - Gas Mask shoots the pregnant woman in the stomach. MAX (CONT’D) Jesus! Ski Mask doesn’t approve of Gas Mask’s actions. They scuffle. FLASH - Gas Mask shoots Ski Mask. Head shot. 4.
Gas Mask cocks his head. The hysterical pregnant woman pleads. Gas Mask fixes her with a long stare. FLASH - Korean lasagna splatters the wall. Gas Mask takes the money and struts for the door. On his way out, he flips the bird at the security camera. MAX (CONT’D) The only criminals I detest more than thieves are cold-blooded killers. Diego nods. DIEGO We’re all killers with a line. When crossed, we kill. If anyone hurt my daughter. Dead. No questions. Diego points at the screen. DIEGO (CONT’D) This cold-blooded son of a bitch? He kills for the thrill. MAX He deserves to be drawn and quartered. DIEGO There are billions of people in the world, Max, and we’re all breathing the same air. Those with no appreciation or respect for life... deserve to fucking choke on it. TITLE CARD: FRIDAY
INT. DINER - DAY A small restaurant kitchen with a grill. Travis slaves away in a dirty apron. He flips an egg. In the window, the baby face of twenty-something CID AMOTT grins. He’s wiry and handsome. Travis’ appearance has never phased him. He gives no fucks. CID How long on table six? 5.
Travis flips the egg on a plate of breakfast fare. He pushes three dishes forward in the window and hits a bell. DING! TRAVIS (sarcastic) Order up. Cid points at three other plates. CID Table four? Travis nods. CID (CONT’D) Do me a solid? Run it for me? Travis sighs and flips two chicken breasts. Cid scampers off with table six’s order. Travis juggles table four’s three plates like a pro.
INT. DINER FLOOR - NIGHT It’s before dinner rush and the diner isn’t exactly booming. THREE MALE TEENAGERS at a table cackle like hyenas. Travis’ gait favors his good leg. He hobbles to the table. TRAVIS Rib eye and eggs? The teens gawk at Travis. A hand raises. Travis sets the plate on the table. TRAVIS (CONT’D) And two BLT’s. Travis slides both plates across the table simultaneously. The teens burst into laughter. Travis walks away. TEEN (O.S.) Thanks Pizza Face! Travis shirks back to the 6.
KITCHEN One ticket left. Travis rips it down and reveals Cid in the distance. Cid and the teens laugh and gawk at him. CID (to the teens) Told ya’. Fucked up, huh? Travis dices the chicken breasts, Gordon Ramsay quick, and tosses it onto two salads in the window. DING! - he rings the bell. TRAVIS ORDER UP! Cid ignores this and laughs with the teens. TRAVIS (CONT’D) (sotto) Asshole.
DINER FLOOR Travis carries the salads. Two nicely dressed ladies in a booth. On their blouses are name tags from a bank. They read: OLIVIA and DEBRA. Olivia McNamara pushes forty. She doesn’t wear beauty products, they wear her. She’s a knockout. Debra is not as pretty as Olivia and knows it. She’s backstabbing and manipulative. Truly an abhorrent person. OLIVIA (to Travis) I love your eye. TRAVIS Two chicken cobbs? Debra raises a hand. DEBRA That’s us. Travis drops the salads and leaves. OLIVIA Hey! 7.
Travis glares at Olivia. OLIVIA (CONT’D) I love your eye. TRAVIS I don’t have time for games, lady. I have burgers to flip. OLIVIA Well... Olivia scrawls on a napkin. OLIVIA (CONT’D) I’m on my lunch, but I’m off at eight. When you run out of burgers to flip... She hands him the napkin. Travis takes it, studies it... OLIVIA (CONT’D) Text me. It’s a phone number.
INT. BANK - NIGHT The dying sun pours through the windows. An elephant of a BANK MANAGER (40’S) types at a desk. Checks his watch. It’s 6:59. He gestures to THOMAS. Thomas (60’s), a grey haired security guard, yawns. His belly hangs lower than his holster. He locks the door. Behind the window of the “cage” is Olivia. BANK MANAGER Closing time. Olivia nods at the Bank Manager.
INT. BANK - CAGE - NIGHT Blood red nails jackhammer a ten key. A flurry of bills. Olivia counts her register down. DING! Olivia retrieves her phone. It reads: “New Message!” 8.
TRAVIS Hey. DEBRA (O.S.) Is that him? Olivia leers at Debra. OLIVIA Maybe. Debra grimaces. DEBRA What’s with the face? OLIVIA I didn’t ask. Debra grimaces. DEBRA Do you have a scar fetish or something? Olivia laughs. OLIVIA Maybe.
EXT. DINER - NIGHT The car park is full. It’s rush time. Travis smokes on the curb. DING! Travis opens the message from OLIVIA Your scars are sexy. Travis quickly types a response. TRAVIS Don’t bullshit me. He taps his fake foot... DING! OLIVIA Meet me. TRAVIS ... when? 9.
OLIVIA Nine? TRAVIS Where? OLIVIA Davy Jones’? TRAVIS Really? A smiley face emoticon appears. Travis’s smile is wider. CID (O.S.) The hell you grinnin’ at? Cid lights a cigarette. TRAVIS I have a date. CID Who’s the cow? TRAVIS One of the cobb salad ladies. CID Bullshit! Which one? Travis smirks. TRAVIS The funny one. CID Is she blind too? TRAVIS No. Why? CID Cuz’ your face is fucked. TRAVIS She thinks my scars are sexy. Cid laughs hysterically. 10.
INT. MCNAMARA HOME - BEDROOM - NIGHT An expensive and fancy pants feng shui home. Olivia encases her face with make-up at a vanity. SCOTT MCNAMARA (40’s) bursts through the door. A vain and self interested douche. To him, under armor is dinner attire. He bolts for the bathroom and drops trou. OLIVIA New diet? Olivia applies mascara. SCOTT Yeah. Where are you going? OLIVIA Out. SCOTT With Debra? OLIVIA Yes. SCOTT When will you be home? OLIVIA Crashing at her place. Olivia adds a finishing touch, grabs her purse and leaves.
BATHROOM On the throne, Scott puts a cell to his ear. SCOTT She’s crashing at your place. Get your sexy ass over here.
INT. TRAVIS’S STUDIO - BATHROOM - NIGHT A neat and tidy bachelor pad. Nothing out of place. The unbroken habits of a military man. Travis gazes into the mirror and hates what he sees. He wears a blazer, a button up, blue jeans, and shoes that are polished to military standard. He fumbles with a tie. 11.
He rips the tie off. Tries again. No go. He tosses a hand towel over the top of the mirror. It obscures his face. Better. He smiles and ties the tie with ease.
INT. DAVY JONES' LOCKER - NIGHT A dingy pirate theme dive. Nautical murals on the walls. Barnacles on everything. The kind of place people avoid. A few bar flies at the bar. Beyond that, it’s vacant. Olivia enters and cases the room. Three men at the bar, no Travis. Tending bar is a sixty year old bar tender, TERI. She’s seen every form of human depravity. TERI Sit wherever you like, doll. Olivia chooses a booth in the corner. She scans the room. No sign of Travis. She checks her watch: 8:53. She waits. NORMAN (O.S.) Hey there, sugar. In his fifties, NORMAN wears a Molly Hatchet shirt under a leather vest. His beard reaches his belly button. OLIVIA Sugar’s on the table, not my name. Norman hiccups, obviously wasted. He licks his lips. OLIVIA (CONT’D) Need something? Norman grins. NORMAN I got a few things in mind. Olivia shakes her head. OLIVIA I’m waiting for someone. NORMAN I’ve been waiting for someone my whole life. Maybe it’s you. OLIVIA It’s not. 12.
Norman cackles. TERI (O.S) Norman! Leave the girl alone. Norman sticks his hands up in surrender. NORMAN This one’s too high and mighty for the lowly likes of me, anyhow. He leaves. Teri drops a bar napkin on the table. TERI Forgive Norman, sweetie. His mother was the town harlot. She never trained him how to speak to a lady because she wasn’t one herself. Olivia breathes. OLIVIA It’s fine. TERI Get you something? OLIVIA G&T. Travis plops down in the booth. They lock eyes. Olivia beams. Travis grins. TERI And for you, fella’? TRAVIS Double whiskey. Neat. TERI Well? TRAVIS Never deserved better. Teri’s fat ass waddles off. Travis points a thumb Norman’s way. 13.
TRAVIS (CONT’D) Was that guy bothering you? OLIVIA I can handle myself. TRAVIS I’m sure you can. Travis offers his hand. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Travis. Olivia accepts. OLIVIA Olivia. How’d you get the scars? TRAVIS Iraq. OLIVIA Army? Travis hold up an USMC tattoo. TRAVIS Hoorah. OLIVIA What happened? TRAVIS It’s a long story. OLIVIA I like stories. Travis shrugs. TRAVIS Iraq itself is an I.E.D. They could be anywhere. You’re always on alert. Even now, eight years later, I still get uneasy if I see an abandoned bag or something. I guess you never shake that. Olivia listens eagerly. TRAVIS (CONT’D) This skin and bones Iraqi boy was rooting around in a trash can. (MORE) 14. TRAVIS (CONT’D) I figured he was hungry or something, then I got that feeling. I ran after him. Shouting “get away” “get away”. He didn’t understand me. Travis clears his throat. TRAVIS (CONT’D) So, this kid is rooting around in the trash, I’m running at him with my m4 raised and yelling, like an idiot. I’m in close and about to snatch him up and take him to safety, when I see it. The I.E.D. Olivia eyes go wide. OLIVIA You were right! It was in there! Travis shakes his head. TRAVIS Yes and no. The little bastard was planting it. Saw an American running at him with a gun. Boom. Seventy-two virgins. OLIVIA What happened to the kid? Travis shrugs. TRAVIS There is more of my face left than there was of him. OLIVIA Jesus! TRAVIS (sarcastic) No, I believe his last words were “Allah”! Maybe it was just “Awww”. Olivia laughs hard and can’t stop. She’s in tears. Teri arrives and drops the drinks. TERI Anything else, my sweets? Travis shakes his head. 15.
OLIVIA No, thank you. TERI Sure thing. She waddles off. Olivia sips the G&T. OLIVIA You’re funny. TRAVIS You’re a poor judge of humor. Olivia smiles and shrugs. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Enough about me. You got a thing for scars. That’s a new one on me. OLIVIA To tell you the truth, I’ve always been shallow. Went for pretty boys with money. They always turn out the same... as shallow as me. TRAVIS So, you’re slumming it. OLIVIA You seem real. I want real. Travis raises his drink. They cheers. TRAVIS To being real... most of me anyhow. Travis gives the prosthetic a good slap. OLIVIA Does it hurt? Travis shakes his head. TRAVIS Not really. It was a tight fit at first, but I broke it in, and now it itches like hell. Olivia blushes. 16.
OLIVIA Same incident I assume? TRAVIS Yes, but enough about me. Travis fishes. TRAVIS (CONT’D) (sarcastic) How often do you think about robbing the bank? Olivia is stunned. OLIVIA How do you know I work at a bank? Travis smiles. TRAVIS Your name tag. Olivia checks her blouse. OLIVIA I’m not wearing one. TRAVIS You were at the diner. Travis taps his bad eye. TRAVIS (CONT’D) I have a keen eye. How often? OLIVIA How often do I think about robbing the bank? Everyday. Olivia laughs. OLIVIA (CONT’D) Well, it’s the casinos mostly. I have it all planned out. It’s my twisted little hobby, I guess. (joking... sort of) Want to help me rob it? Travis stands. TRAVIS After I take a piss. 17.
Olivia laughs. OLIVIA I’ll draw blue prints while I wait. Travis winks his creepy eye.
BATHROOM The place is a figurative and literal shit hole. It looks as if the three stooges knocked a few back thirty years ago, had a mud pie fight and no one cared to clean it up since. The urinal is backed up with paper towels so he enters the stall. Piss, shit, and vomit cover the seat. He lifts the lid with his fake leg and relieves himself. The stall walls are plastered in sharpie graffiti. In big bold black letters, the words: “There once was a ye ol’ man with a broken heart, it hurt so bad that he had to fart, when it came out, he gave a shout, and defiled that little tart.” He washes his hands.
DAVY JONES' LOCKER Travis exits the bathroom. In the booth next to Olivia, Norman’s an arm is around her. She doesn’t dig it. Norman gives a toothless grin. TRAVIS (to Olivia ) Thought you could handle yourself? OLIVIA I guess not. Travis snaps and gives the “take a hike” signal. TRAVIS Time to go, buddy. Norman sizes Travis up. NORMAN Where’s your parrot? And what happened to your leg? Cannon fire? 18.
TRAVIS I lost it kicking your daddy’s ass for not squirting you into a napkin. It got lodged deep up in there and it popped off. Norman pushes himself out of the booth. NORMAN The fuck’d you say, boy? Norman pokes Travis in the shoulder. TRAVIS Piss off. Norman takes a drunk swing. Travis dodges the blow with well trained ease and deflects it. He slips behind Norman and slides into a rear naked. He squeezes with minimal effort and Norman buckles and drops.
EXT. DAVY JONES' LOCKER - PARKING LOT - NIGHT Travis and Olivia cross the lot, hand in hand. Norman’s buddies burst from the bar. BUDDY 1 Get back here, ya’ fuckin’ pussy! Travis takes a deep breath. TRAVIS (to Olivia ) This may get ugly. OLIVIA I like ugly. Travis clenches his fists and faces his pursuers. BUDDY 1 and BUDDY 2 hustle over. Buddy 1 points at Olivia . BUDDY 1 I’m going to ram my cock up that fancy cunt’s bleached asshole! TRAVIS punches Buddy 1 in the square in the throat. Hard. 19.
BUDDY 1 clenches his throat and chokes. TRAVIS throws a quick uppercut and sends Buddy 1 flying. BUDDY 2 Peg legged, faggot! BUDDY 2 spears Travis into a GRAN MARQUIS smashing the side view. TRAVIS brings his elbow down on the back of his neck. BUDDY 2 lands blows into Travis’ side. BUZZZZZZZ OLIVIA removes a taser from Buddy 2’s side. Buddy 2 drops. Travis recomposes himself. OLIVIA Where’s your car? Travis gestures at the Gran Marquis. OLIVIA (CONT’D) Your mirror is fucked.
TRAVIS’ STUDIO Olivia tackles Travis. It’s hot and heavy. She rips his clothes off. It’s tooth and claw. Animalistic. Passionate. Raunchy as hell. The MPAA will love it. 20.
LATER The sheets are tangles. Olivia has a leg over Travis. Travis’s prosthetic over her. A cyborg pretzel. They smoke. TRAVIS You’re an animal. OLIVIA Not normally. TRAVIS So... I’m special? Olivia gazes into his eye. Travis brushes her hair away. Studies her face. OLIVIA You might be. Travis holds her hand. Olivia sits up. OLIVIA (CONT’D) I want to know you. TRAVIS In the biblical sense... you have. She giggles. OLIVIA You know what I mean. What do you want out of life? Your dreams? TRAVIS Most of them blew up in my face. OLIVIA And now? TRAVIS They’ve gotten simple with age. She playfully pushes him and flashes a warm smile. OLIVIA Tell me. 21.
TRAVIS I was born and raised in Nevada. When I joined the marines, I traded one desert for another. What I want? What I really want? He takes a long pull from his cigarette. TRAVIS (CONT’D) An ocean view and pleasant conversation. Olivia smiles. TRAVIS (CONT’D) What about you? Olivia thinks. OLIVIA To get the fuck out of Nevada. Travis smiles. They banter. TRAVIS Our stars align, milady. OLIVIA Run away with me? TRAVIS Sure. OLIVIA I’m half serious. TRAVIS You’re nice enough. OLIVIA Oh stop, you’re making me wet. Travis reaches between the sheets and Olivia moans. TRAVIS So I am. Travis fingers her under the sheets. Olivia loves it. She pulls his hair and they tongue wrestle. It’s a draw. OLIVIA Run away with me. 22.
TRAVIS We need money, honey. OLIVIA I was serious about the bank. No more fingering. All business. He gives her the “eye”. OLIVIA (CONT’D) The timing is perfect. With the holiday weekend, cash will pour in from the casinos on Tuesday. The manager will be out. Gastric bypass. We’re horribly understaffed. I’m running the show. Travis thinks. OLIVIA (CONT’D) Let’s do it. TRAVIS Okay. OLIVIA Fuck me. TRAVIS Okay. He does. TITLE CARD: SATURDAY
INT. HARBOR FREIGHT - DAY A wall of tools: hammers, axes, wrenches. Travis pushes a cart next to Cid. CID Why’d you bring me in on this? TRAVIS Can’t do it by myself. CID I’m not even nice to you. Cid tosses a monkey wrench into the cart. Travis marks a piece of paper. 23.
TRAVIS Check. They move on. Cid thinks. Light bulb. CID What if I had said no? Travis shrugs. TRAVIS I would have killed you. CID You could try. They shop. CID (CONT’D) Why me? TRAVIS You have experience. Cid laughs. CID I got busted. They turn onto the next aisle. TRAVIS Like any job, some experience is better than no experience. CID Why are you doing this? Travis grabs a pack of twist ties. TRAVIS Twenty-five enough? CID If not, we’re fucked. Travis drops the twist ties into the cart. TRAVIS Check. Travis makes a mark. 24.
TRAVIS (CONT’D) I will not die in Reno. You? CID No one hires felons. They’re on the automotive aisle. Cid picks up two pair of mechanic coveralls. CID (CONT’D) Blue or black? Travis raises an eyebrow. Cid drops two black coveralls into the cart. Travis makes a mark. TRAVIS Check. They move onto the paint supply aisle and scan the shelves. TRAVIS (CONT’D) What would your mother say if she finds out you’re robbing a bank. Cid scowls. CID My mother is a whore. Cid points at respirators. CID (CONT’D) Half-face or full-face? TRAVIS We’re robbing a bank... Cid drops a full-face respirator into the cart. TRAVIS (CONT’D) We need two. CID I have my own. Travis makes a mark. TRAVIS Check. Travis pushes the cart. They move on. 25.
CID You think her plan will work? Travis nods. TRAVIS It’s solid and simple enough. CID You don’t think it’s too simple? Travis shakes his head. TRAVIS Things go tits up when they’re complicated. Keep it simple. CID They’re always complex in movies. Cid shrugs. TRAVIS They make them look harder to rob than they really are. That way no one robs them. It’s a scare tactic. CID Makes sense. What’s left? Travis inspects the list. Crumples it. He takes two 18 inch gas powered chain saws off a shelf. TRAVIS Check. TITLE CARD: TUESDAY
EXT. BANK - CUSTOMER PARKING - DAY The sun rises on the horizon. It’s magic hour. Travis and Cid cross the all but empty parking lot. They’re in mechanic overalls. A green Army duffle hangs on Travis’s back. Slung over their shoulders are the chain saws. Travis puts on the full face respirator. TRAVIS Ready for this, shit? Cid puts on a gas mask. 26.
In unison, they rip the starter cords. The chain saws spit smoke and come to life, purring like sleeping lions. Travis pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and tapes it to the front entrance door. Printed on it: “Bank closed due to gas leak. Have a nice day.” They enter.
INT. DIEGO'S CRUISER - DAY A nice ride. Tinted widows. Shotgun rack in the front. Mesh cage between the front and the back. In the back seat is GABRIELA CAVALERA, pre-teen, pretty with an attitude, crosses her arms, and is clearly fucking miserable. Gabriela is Diego’s daughter. Diego drives. DIEGO How’s the backseat? GABRIELA It sucks. DIEGO That’s what happens when you smoke. GABRIELA It was just a cigarette. DIEGO It was only two beers. It was just one hit. I can do what I want, it’s my body. That’s all I hear. Gabriela crinkles her brow. GABRIELA You’re comparing my smoking to crack heads and prostitution. Don’t you think that’s a little extreme? DIEGO You smoked a cigarette before the legal age of eighteen. You committed a crime. If you wanna act like a criminal, I will show you how it feels to be a criminal. GABRIELA This sucks. Diego’s cell rings. 27.
DIEGO Life sucks. Diego answers it. DIEGO (CONT’D) Diego Cavalera.
EXT. MOTOR HOME PARK - DAY Another crime scene. A manufactured home. Max is on a cell with a cigarette in his mouth. MAX Get your ass over here. You’re not going to believe this shit. On the lawn is kiddy pool. Floating in the pool is a handle of whiskey. Facedown in the pool is a fat man wearing only tube socks and bright yellow kitchen cleaning gloves. The fat man is dead.
DIEGO'S CRUISER Diego is on the cell with Max. GABRIELA It’s illegal to talk on a cell while driving. You just committed a crime. You’re a criminal. DIEGO (to Gabriela) Shut up. (to Max) Not you Max. Shoot me the address. Diego ends the call. DIEGO (CONT’D) If you keep it up, I may commit another one. I know a really good defense attorney for child abuse. Gabriela laughs. 28.
GABRIELA You’d never hit me. You love me too much. And you know I’d whoop you. Gabriela smirks in the rearview and for the first time... Diego smiles. DIEGO I may have to leave you locked up in the backseat. Gabriela scoffs and rolls her eyes. GABRIELA Just drop me off at Mom’s. DIEGO This may come as a surprise to you, but I genuinely look forward to my weeks with you. You decided to be suspended from school and I don’t have a sitter or time to arrange one. My hands are tied. Gabriela sighs. GABRIELA Fine. I’m hungry. Diego nods. DIEGO We’ll get lunch after this. You’re about to see your first dead body. I don’t want you vomiting in my car. I just had it cleaned.
MOTOR PARK HOME Diego hops out of the cruiser. Max is confused. He has a hand on his hip. The fat man’s corpse seeps like sun tea. Max studies it and nods at Diego. DIEGO What’s the story? Max gestures to the stiff. 29.
MAX At first I thought it was just a dead drunk in a pool. Then I saw the wound on the back of his head. Diego examines the stiff. It has a wedding band. DIEGO Where’s the wife? MAX Can’t reach her. DIEGO Figures. You said “stiffs”? MAX Correct. DIEGO Where’s the second. Max smiles. MAX Inside. DIEGO The lover? Max laughs. MAX If you can call it that. Diego is puzzled. MAX (CONT’D) Guess. Max thinks. DIEGO I don’t have time to play games. Gabriela’s in the cruiser. MAX What’d she do now? DIEGO She was suspended for smoking. The second stiff? Max laughs again. 30.
MAX The dog. Diego is appalled. DIEGO Aw, what the hell? Max laughs his ass off. MAX Like you said, we all draw our line. Bestiality was hers.
BANK It’s early, but three CUSTOMERS have formed a line. At the rear is an OLD WOMAN. Olivia and Debra are in the cage. Thomas, the security guard is half asleep on his feet. The manager desk is empty. CID bursts through the door and revs the chain saw. It roars and spits fumes and smoke. He makes a beeline for the OLD WOMAN. CID ON THE FUCKING GROUND OR THE OLD BITCH GETS IT!! The bank patrons are dumbstruck. Deer in headlights. Cid gestures to Olivia and Debra. CID (CONT’D) NOT YOU TWO! PUT YOUR HANDS UP! THOMAS bolts awake and goes for his 9mm, but TRAVIS is on him with the monkey wrench like pedophiles at a playground and smashes his gun arm. His wrist snaps. THOMAS Awwwww! CID 31. revs the motor and the chain saw screams. CID I SAID ON THE FUCKIN’ GROUND! The patrons in line drop. TRAVIS bashes Thomas across the skull. THOMAS falls into the wall and crumples to the floor. TRAVIS bashes him once more for good measure and Thomas goes limp. OLD WOMAN is in shock... and not on the ground. CID (CONT’D) ON THE FUCKIN’ GROUND, SLUT! CID revs the motor in her face. OLD WOMAN inhales exhaust and coughs. OLD WOMAN Have you seen my purse? OLD WOMAN clutches her chest. TRAVIS loots a set of keys from Thomas and snatches the 9mm. CID continues to rev the chain saw. The spinning blade inches closer and closer to OLD WOMAN’s face. TRAVIS locks the entrance door and rips the blinds down. 32.
The chain saw is less than an inch from her cheek. OLD WOMAN (CONT’D) I seem to have misplaced it. The blade rips into her cheek. She doesn’t budge. TRAVIS CID!! As if in a trance, Cid shakes his head, and comes to. TRAVIS (CONT’D) STICK TO THE FUCKIN’ PLAN!! CID lets the chain saw hang from the sling. He produces a taser and presses it to her forehead. ZZZZZAPP She’s a bag of potatoes. Travis hobble sprints for the cage door. He revs the motor and slashes the glass. TRAVIS (CONT’D) (to Olivia ) YOU! OPEN YOU DOOR! Olivia is legitimately terrified and doesn’t budge. TRAVIS (CONT’D) OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!! Olivia rushes for the door. OLIVIA Just don’t hurt me! DEBRA (to Olivia ) NO, Olivia ! DON’T! Olivia opens the door and Travis enters the cage.
BANK Cid systematically tases the patrons. 33.
CAGE Travis flies in and throws the Army bag at Olivia. TRAVIS SAFE!! NOW!! Olivia hustles for the safe.
BANK Cid kicks the OLD WOMAN and rolls her over. He twist ties her wrists behind her back with the speed of a hog tying ranch hand. He rushes for the other unconscious patrons.
CAGE Olivia opens the vault. Cid enters the cage. Travis points at Debra. TRAVIS (to Cid) TAKE CARE OF HER!! Debra panics. DEBRA NO!! NO!! NO!! TRAVIS (to Olivia ) SAFE!! NOW!! Olivia runs into the safe. Travis follows... with a limp. Light bulb. Debra covers her mouth. DEBRA (sotto) You bitch. Cid creeps toward Debra. CID You mean this bitch? Cid revs the chain saw. 34.
Debra back peddles. Cid follows. He reads the name tag pinned to her blouse. CID (CONT’D) You want that don’t you, Deb? Debra shakes her head. CID (CONT’D) Oh yes, you do. Cid revs the motor. CID (CONT’D) Spread em’. Debra is horrified. Doesn’t move. CID (CONT’D) SPREAD YOUR FUCKIN’ LEGS!! She spreads eagle. CID (CONT’D) I like my pussy shaved. Debra bites her lip. Cid revs the chain saw full bore. He shoves the blade beneath her legs. It eats her dress up the middle. DEBRA AWWWWWWWWW!!
VAULT Stacks and stacks of bills. Olivia shoves the cash into the bag in a flurry. TRAVIS Hurry up, babe. Olivia continues to fill the bag. The chain saw revs in the background. Travis stares at the open door and can’t see beyond. 35.
CAGE The blade inches up Debra’s split legs. Fabric flies. DEBRA NOOOOOO! STOP! Cid stops the motor and lowers the chain saw. Debra pisses herself. Cid cackles and rams the taser into her titty. She drops.
VAULT The duffle bulges. Travis throws it over his shoulder. Olivia is frozen. TRAVIS See you soon. She closes her eyes. Travis clubs her with the bloody monkey wrench. She drops and Travis loots her body. Finds keys. He squeezes her hand.
CAGE Cid twist ties Debra’s hands. THOMAS (O.S.) Don’t move you son of a bitch. Thomas leans in the door frame. Face all bloodied. Right arm hanging at his side. In his left hand is a small back up pistol. He aims it dead center at Cid’s back. Cid is on his feet in a flash. THOMAS (CONT’D) I SAID DON’T MOVE. CID whirls and draws a 44. Magnum. BAM! 36.
A massive hole emerges in Thomas’s chest. THOMAS fingers the hole and removes a bloody index. BAM! CID fires. Another hole. Advances. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! And empties the revolver. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Thomas is a cut down tree. Travis sticks his head from the vault. TRAVIS What the fuck? Cid shrugs. CID You were suppose to disarm him! Travis shakes his head. TRAVIS I did! CID Did you check for a backup? TRAVIS Whoops. CID Fuck it. Let’s get to the car. They book for the exit. As they approach the back door, Cid sticks his middle finger out at the security camera.
EMPLOYEE PARKING The rear entrance. A small employee parking lot. A black Escalade with tinted windows is parked in the middle of the lot. Loud bass blasts from Escalade. 37.
The door flies open. Travis and Cid exit the building. CID Which one? Travis hits a button on the fob. WHOOP! WHOOP! A PRIUS is blocked in by the Escalade. TRAVIS Fuck. CID I got this. TRAVIS What are you going to do? CID I got this! Travis bolts across the lot and passes the Escalade. Cid strolls up to the Escalade and knocks on the driver side window. He motions with a finger to roll it down. It rolls down. A big, bearded, glaring ARYAN motherfucker. ARYAN What? CID Move your car. The Aryan examines Cid’s suspicious attire. ARYAN You look like a Mexican. Cid rams his arm in the window with the taser. No juice. ARYAN (CONT’D) Cocksucker! The Aryan door checks Cid. Cid hits cement. The Aryan gets out. He’s all black clothes and metal spikes. He towers over Cid. A fucking giant. Cid revs the chain saw. 38.
PRIUS Travis examines the dash. TRAVIS Where’s the fucking ignition? Travis examines the key ring. It’s all house keys. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Where’s the fuckin’ key!? Travis presses a button. The headlights and radio come on. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Goddamn, piece of shit!
EMPLOYEE PARKING Cid's eyes are wide. The Aryan stares down at Cid. The chain saw roars and Cid slashes. The chain saw rips through the Aryan like butter. Both calfs of the Aryan are severed and he drops on stumps. Cid hops to his feet and into the Escalade.
ESCALADE Cid pops it into drive, guns it.
EMPLOYEE PARKING The Escalade speeds off. Rams into a Buick. CRASH!
PRIUS Travis jumps at the sound of the collision. TRAVIS Jesus Christ! He plays with the fob and the headlights and radio come. Hits the button again. They go off. Travis looks at the dash. The backup camera is on. 39.
The flailing Aryan is on the ground. Bloody. Missing legs. Travis’s jaw drops.
EMPLOYEE PARKING Cid sprints for the Prius. ARYAN YOU CUT OFF MY FUCKIN’ LEGS!! Cid jumps over him and rushes for the passenger side. ARYAN (CONT’D) YOU CUT OFF MY FUCKIN’ LEGS!! He throws the door open and hops in. ARYAN (CONT’D) (O.S) YOU CUT OFF MY FUCKIN’ LEGS!!
PRIUS Travis beams at Cid. TRAVIS What the fuck is that? Travis points at the backup camera. CID A backup camera. TRAVIS That! What the fuck is that! Travis jabs the monitor. CID One big motherfucker. TRAVIS I can’t back up! CID Yes you can. TRAVIS I’ll kill him. 40.
CID Just fuckin’ go! TRAVIS Piece of shit won’t start. CID Did you try this? Cid hits a button on the dash. TRAVIS Ha! Travis pops it into reverse and punches the gas.
EMPLOYEE PARKING The tires of the Prius come to life and squeal. ARYAN Shit. The Prius backs over the Aryan. His skull is crushed beneath a tire. The Prius rolls completely over his body. And stops. And speeds off over the Aryan again and into the street.
CUSTOMER PARKING A modern sedan parks. A couple strolls up to the bank. The BOYFRIEND grabs the door handle. It doesn’t budge. He’s confused. The GIRLFRIEND points at the sign. BOYFRIEND Banks use gas?
DINER The same diner Travis and Cid work at. Diego, Max, and Gabriela are at a booth. The MANAGER (40’s) a haggard looking woman juggles three plates with burgers. She’s sweats like the hog she is. MANAGER Sorry for the wait, guys. Diego gives her a “no worries” wave. 41.
MANAGER (CONT’D) Two of my staff no call no showed. It’s just me and a useless host. Max smiles at her. MAX We understand. It’s shaping up to be a weird one for us too.
EXT. PARKING GARAGE - DAY Dimly lit and moderately vacant. The Prius parks. Travis and Cid exit with the chain saws. Travis hits a button on the fob. The trunk opens. TRAVIS Thank Christ. Travis and Cid drop the chain saws, coveralls, and masks into the trunk. Cid tears a sleeve off of his coveralls and slams the trunk. All the incriminating evidence locked away. TRAVIS (CONT’D) What are you doing? Cid opens the gas door and stuffs the sleeve in the tank. CID Improvising. Cid lights the sleeve. TRAVIS Wait! The sleeve is aflame. CID We didn’t think about fingerprints. Travis rushes and opens the back door. TRAVIS The money you idiot! Travis has the bag. They book it.
EXT. INTERSECTION - DAY A busy intersection. 42.
Travis and Cid fast walk. The street sign says walk. BOOM - the Prius explodes. CID Fuck that car. They cross the street in a hurry
EXT. QUICK STOP - DAY A fuel station with a convenience store. Customers and employees exit the store. They point at the smoke billowing from the parking garage in the distance. Travis removes a set of keys from his pocket. Points at the Gran Marquis. They enter the vehicle and drive off.
EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY A JOGGER in neon under armour, jogs up to the bank. A blue, unleashed, Australian Cattle Dog leads the way. As they jog past the bank, the dog whiffs the air and scampers off. JOGGER Jesup! The Jogger sprints after his dog.
EMPLOYEE PARKING The Jogger comes to a halt. JOGGER What the shit? He eyeballs the Escalade. Then the Buick. The collision. The backside of Jesup faces the Jogger. The Jogger sees the Aryan on the ground, but can only see his feet. JOGGER (CONT’D) Jesup! Leave him alone! The Jogger... jogs over. As he approaches his dog, the Aryan comes in full view. He’s appalled at the grotesque sight. Jesup is licking the mess that was once the Aryan’s head. 43.
The Jogger covers his mouth. Jesup lifts his head. The fur on his snout is saturated with blood. Jesup scarfs up a sizeable chunk of brain matter. The Jogger unzips a fanny pack. Removes a cell. Makes a call. DISPATCH OPERATOR (O.S.) What’s your emergency? JOGGER My dog is eating a giant’s brains.
DINER Diego, Max, and Gabriela’s plates are empty. Max’s cell rings. He answers. MAX Talk to me. He listens. MAX (CONT’D) What? Okay. In route. Max hangs up. DIEGO Where to? MAX You’re not going to believe this shit. Two guys with chain saws robbed a bank. Three stiffs.
CUSTOMER PARKING The place is a circus. Ambulances. Fire trucks. Police vehicles. The press. Rubber neckers. If it has flashing lights or a camera, it’s there. Diego’s unmarked cruiser pulls up.
DIEGO’S CRUISER Diego parks. Gabriela is in the passenger seat. 44.
DIEGO I need you to stay here. GABRIELA I can’t come in? Diego shakes his head. DIEGO Sorry, this is no place for a kid. GABRIELA What am I going to do? Diego shrugs. DIEGO Do your homework. Diego opens the door. DIEGO (CONT’D) Do you need anything? Gabriela shakes her head. DIEGO (CONT’D) It may be awhile. GABRIELA No. I’m fine. DIEGO Like... tampons or anything? GABRIELA NO, DAD!! DIEGO Okay, okay. Diego leaves.
CUSTOMER PARKING Max pulls next Diego’s cruiser. Diego waits for Max. Max exits and lights a cigarette. MAX Need that smoke yet? Diego shakes his head. 45.
DIEGO Fat chance. Max hands Diego a cigarette. MAX You might. Diego tucks the cigarette into his breast pocket. FIRE FIGHTER (O.S.) You look like two people who might know something. They’re intercepted by a FIRE FIGHTER. DIEGO Not really. What do you know? FIRE FIGHTER Heard there was a gas leak. Max looks at Diego.
BANK If outside the bank was a circus, inside is a shit show. Uniforms place evidence markers around the Old Woman. She’s dead. Crime scene photographers fill their memory cards. Two EMT’s rush by with a gurney and a dead Thomas. SHERIFF JOHNNY BOOTH (50’s), a beast of a man, all muscle and no bullshit, struts up to Diego and Max. DIEGO How are you doing, Johnny? Johnny runs his hand through his hair. JOHNNY I have a seventy year old woman with a ticker that stopped ticking. A skin head with a record was run over by a Prius. A security guard with a face his own mother wouldn’t recognize - six slugs in that poor bastard. And a heeler with a belly full of brain. Johnny shakes his head with disgust. 46.
JOHNNY (CONT’D) I’m up to my neck in a pool of shit and I lost my fuckin’ snorkel. That’s how the fuck I’m doing.
INT. BANK - SECURITY ROOM - DAY Monitors abound. Diego mans the CCTV. DIEGO Max. Diego points at a screen. Max checks the monitor. Cid flips his viewers the bird. DIEGO (CONT’D) It’s the same fucking guy. Diego flicks the Zippo.
CUSTOMER PARKING It’s still a circus. Uniforms run amok. Debra shakes in a blanket smoking on the curb. In the distance, Anne waits to be stitched. DEBRA (sotto) You bitch. Debra shakes her head. DEBRA (CONT’D) You. Fucking. Bitch. A Mercedes parks. Scott exits. DEBRA (CONT’D) Scott!! Debra beckons him. He comes. DEBRA (CONT’D) We need to talk. 47.
TRAVIS’ STUDIO Cid hugs the duffle on the bed. CID This bag is light. Travis stares out the window. TRAVIS I know. A flat screen runs ads in the background. CID She fucked us. TRAVIS She’d be fuckin’ herself too. Cid shrugs. CID How long we gotta’ hang low? TRAVIS Until she gets here. Cid is bored. CID Let’s ditch this bitch. Travis flashes his evil eye. TRAVIS No. CID Just spit ballin’, shit. The flat screen flashes. TELEVISION (O.S.) Up next, two men armed with chain saws rob a local bank. Three dead. They stare at the flat screen. TRAVIS Three dead!? Cid stares at Travis. 48.
CID How hard did you hit her!? Travis gives an “I’m not sure” face. TRAVIS Not that fucking hard! CID You were suppose to tase her. TRAVIS You had the taser. I had to do something. The camera’s were on. Cid shrugs. CID She’s dead. Let’s go! TRAVIS We don’t know that yet.
INT/EXT. AMBULANCE - DAY In the back, Olivia holds gauze to her forehead. DING! - new message. She opens it TRAVIS Are you dead? Olivia is confused. OLIVIA No. TRAVIS I thought you were dead. OLIVIA Not yet, anyway. TRAVIS Still meeting us here? OLIVIA Yes. Waiting to get stitched. Thanks by the way. TRAVIS Sorry... Cid had the taser. 49.
OLIVIA I get it. TRAVIS See you soon. OLIVIA Okay. Olivia puts the cell away. DEBRA (O.S.) You bitch. Debra is at the back door. DEBRA (CONT’D) Where’s the money? OLIVIA What money? DEBRA Don’t play games with me. Olivia takes a deep breath. OLIVIA I don’t have it. DEBRA Where is it? OLIVIA Not here. DEBRA Get the money or I squeal. Olivia nods. OLIVIA Okay. DEBRA Be at your house in an hour. OLIVIA Okay. DEBRA With the money! 50.
OLIVIA With the money. DEBRA One hour or I make a phone call. Debra leaves.
INT/EXT. MERCEDES - DAY Chaos outside the car. Scott drums on the wheel. Debra enters. DEBRA She’ll be there. SCOTT With the money? DEBRA With the money. SCOTT You’re so sexy right now. He kisses her neck. She brushes him away. DEBRA Just drive. Scott unzips his fly. SCOTT Suck me. DEBRA Here? SCOTT Yes here. DEBRA There are too many people. Scott backs up. SCOTT Road head it is. He pushes her head into his crotch. 51.
She sucks.
AMBULANCE Olivia texts. OLIVIA Meet me at my house. TRAVIS What why? An EMT arrives. EMT Heard someone needs stitches. Olivia finishes her text. OLIVIA Two little birds need silenced.
PARKING GARAGE Firefighters hose down the Prius. It’s a smoldering wreck. Diego flicks the Zippo with a phone to his ear. DIEGO Found the Prius.
SECURITY ROOM Max reviews the security footage. Cell to his ear. MAX And? Max freeze frames the security monitor. Travis and Olivia face each other in the vault. Travis bashes her head.
PARKING GARAGE The firefighters call it a day and wheel in the hose. DIEGO They torched it. Doubt we’ll find anything of any use. Find anything we can use on the security footage? 52.
Diego flicks the lighter. MAX (O.S.) Maybe...
SECURITY ROOM On the monitor, Travis loots Olivia’s body. The video freezes. DIEGO (O.S.) What do you have? Max leans into the monitor. The glass is three inches from his nose. He taps the arrow key on the keyboard. The video moves frame by frame. Travis touches Olivia’s hand. Stop. MAX There! DIEGO What is it? MAX Nothing that will hold up in court. DIEGO A hunch is more than we have to go on now, which is jack and shit. Max backs the footage up. Then moves it forward again. MAX The teller... Olivia? DIEGO What about her? MAX Well, after One Leg makes a Picasso out of the security guard’s face and splatters a Pollack on the wall, he hits the Teller only once.
PARKING GARAGE The Prius steams as Diego flicks the Zippo. 53.
DIEGO So he has a soft spot for women. Big break. Anything else?
SECURITY ROOM Max watches the footage again. MAX After he steals her keys. There is a moment... he touches her hand. Like... I don’t know... lovingly. DIEGO (O.S.) Think she’s in on it? MAX Highly likely. DIEGO She still there? Max is on his feet.
CUSTOMER PARKING Max sprints for the ambulance. He Checks the back. No Olivia. The EMT packs a first aid kit. MAX Where’s Olivia? The EMT is confused. EMT Who? MAX The woman with the gash! EMT I stitched her up. MAX Where is she? EMT She went home. Max paces. 54.
MAX FUCK! Still on the phone. DIEGO (O.S.) Max, did you find her? Max puts the cell to his ear. MAX She’s gone. Went home.
PARKING GARAGE Diego’s feet hit the pavement in a dead sprint. DIEGO Already on it. He throws opens the cruiser door. DIEGO (CONT’D) Have Johnny text me the address. MAX (O.S.) Already on it. Diego hops into the cruiser. Gabriela types on her cell in a flurry. DIEGO Have a patrol car meet me there. I need to have Gabriela dropped off with my ex-wife. Gabriela doesn’t like this piece of information. GABRIELA No, dad! Please! DIEGO (to Max) Send the cruiser. Good work. Diego hangs up. DIEGO (CONT’D) I can’t have you here, Gabby. 55.
GABRIELA Do you realize how many likes and comments I’m getting? Diego gawks at his daughter. DIEGO What did you just say? Gabriela rolls her eyes. GABRIELA Facebook, old man. Diego’s eyes go wide. DIEGO Gabriela! You can’t post this! Gabriela waves this away like a pesky fly. GABRIELA I’m not an idiot, dad. I’m not posting anything major. Gabriela shows her father her cell. Diego reads her latest post: “I’m chasing bank robbers. How’s English? Melinda Crank, Suck it, bitch!” Diego hands the cell to Gabriela. DIEGO Don’t post any details and watch your language. I raised you better. Gabriela fist pumps. GABRIELA It’s just Facebook. Nothing you say on here matters, but okay. Diego backs up and speeds through the parking structure. Gabriela types on the cell. GABRIELA (CONT’D) (sotto) My dad is driving sixty mph in a parking garage and we’re on our way to catch bank robbers. Hash tag dad of the year, hash tag best dad ever, hash tag dad im thirsty when can we get something to drink? 56.
For the second time, Diego smiles.
INT. PATROL CAR - DAY Two cops, BEAT COP 1 and BEAT COP 2, slam fast food burgers. A two-way radio squelches. DISPATCH OPERATOR (O.S.) Come in Car 234. Over. Beat cop 1 finishes his bite, takes his time, and slurps up half a cup of soda. He brings the two-way to his mouth. BEAT COP 1 Car 234, here. Over. DISPATCH OPERATOR Detective Cavalera needs you to meet up with him and take his kid to his ex-wife’s house. Over. Beat Cop 1 flashes an “are you kiddin’ me” look. BEAT COP 1 Copy that. If he wants, we could swing by the dry cleaner and pick up his suits on the way. Over. There is a long pause. Beat Cop 2 snickers. DISPATCH OPERATOR He didn’t mention that. Over. Beat Cop 1 cracks up and puts the two-way to his mouth. BEAT COP 1 I’m in the vicinity of my house. I recently purchased some Jewish Rye bread, Italian dry salami and a nice gouda. I could swing by and make some sandwiches. Beat Cop 2 laughs and punches Beat Cop 1’s shoulder. BEAT COP 2 Stop it. BEAT COP 1 (to the two-way) Over. 57.
He releases the talk button. No response from the radio. BEAT COP 2 I seriously think she’s checking. The radio squelches. DISPATCH OPERATOR No. Just pick up the kid. Over. They lose their shit.
EXT. MCNAMARA HOME - DRIVEWAY - DAY The house is large and lavish with a manicured lawn. The Gran Marquis parks next to a Mercedes. TRAVIS Big fuckin’ house. CID Nice ride. She needs money? Travis knocks on the door. Cid scoffs. CID (CONT’D) Fancy folks have bells. Cid rings the doorbell. The door opens. No one is there. Travis looks at Cid and shrugs. They enter.
INT. MCNAMARA HOME - MAIN ROOM - DAY The blinds drawn. Someone is saving a ton on the electric bill. It’s dark and dingy. Travis and Cid enter and the door slams shut. They jump as Debra emerges from behind. Movement in the shadows. SCOTT (O.S.) Hands where I can see them. Cid reaches for his gun and a shotgun racks. He freezes and Scott steps out of the shadows. 58.
SCOTT (CONT’D) Where’d you get the beauty scar, tough guy? TRAVIS Who the hell are you? Scott moves closer. SCOTT Scott, the husband who’s wife you’ve been fucking. Travis raises his hands. TRAVIS Whoa... easy there. I didn’t even know she was married. SCOTT Then that’s on her, not you. TRAVIS What do you want? SCOTT You know what I want. TRAVIS If I knew what you wanted, I wouldn’t have asked you, genius. Scott says nothing. Cid is grows tired of the charade. CID If you don’t tell us what you want we’ll have to resort to speculation and I’m going to guess it’s running a train up on that bitch... Cid points at Debra. CID (CONT’D) And then dropping my breakfast in a steamy pile on your chest. Debra steps forward, reveals her face. DEBRA Where’s the fuckin’ money!? Cid laughs, snaps his fingers, and winks at her. 59.
CID I remember you. DEBRA I goddamned hope so, you tried to fuck me with a chain saw! CID If I wanted to fuck you with a chain saw, I would fuck you with a chain saw. Debra pushes Scott. DEBRA Shoot that mother fucker, Scott! SCOTT We still need to find out where the money is, Debra. Debra is irate. DEBRA We’ll get it out of the other one! Travis takes a step forward. TRAVIS How much? Scott raises the shotgun. SCOTT What? TRAVIS How much do you want? Scott looks at Debra, he doesn’t know. DEBRA (to Scott, the room) ALL OF IT! Cid laughs. Debra pushes Scott again. DEBRA (CONT’D) Are you just going to stand there? Scott beams at her. 60.
SCOTT Don’t push me. She pushes him. DEBRA If you’re not going to kill him, I will! Gimme that fuckin’ thing. Debra pulls on the shotgun. BAM - the shotgun blows Debra’s head off. Blood back spatters Scott’s face. He’s appalled. TRAVIS Oh shit! Everything below Debra’s neck hasn’t received the message that her head is gone, so it goes on standing. The top half spurts blood like a little kid with a water pistol. SCOTT Awwwwwwww!! Scott drops the shotgun and falls to his knees. Cid flies over and snatches the shotgun. CID I’ll take that. Cid rams the shotgun into Scott’s spine. BAM! Scott is toast. Travis grabs two handfuls of his hair. TRAVIS WHAT THE FUCK!? Cid shrugs. CID What? TRAVIS What? What? What the fuck!? CID He was going to shoot us. 61.
TRAVIS We could have paid them off. CID Fuck that! Outside the house, the sound of an engine roars. They stare at the door.
DRIVEWAY A taxi parks. Olivia exits. The taxi leaves. She eyeballs the Mercedes and Grand Marquis. OLIVIA Shit. And sprints for the house.
MAIN ROOM Olivia slams the door and stops dead in her tracks. Travis and Cid stand over two bodies. OLIVIA What the hell!? She points at the bodies. OLIVIA (CONT’D) Who’s that? TRAVIS They tried to take the money. He had a shotgun. OLIVIA Who? TRAVIS Scott. OLIVIA That’s Scott? 62.
Travis nods. TRAVIS Thanks for telling me you had a husband by the way. Olivia is in shock. OLIVIA That’s Scott!? CID He said that. Olivia points at the headless corpse of Debra. OLIVIA Who’s that? CID That? Cid rips Debra’s name tag off her blouse. Reads it. CID (CONT’D) That’s Debra. Cid tosses the name tag at Olivia. The name tag hits her chest and falls to the floor. OLIVIA Debra? Travis nods. OLIVIA (CONT’D) I said to silence them! Cid shrugs. CID They’re silenced now. Anne shakes her head. OLIVIA I meant pay them off! CID I did you a favor, lady. I’m pretty sure those two... Cid waves his hands over the bodies like a magician. 63.
CID (CONT’D) ... were banging. Cid laughs. CID (CONT’D) Squabbled like lovers. Olivia rambles, shell shocked. OLIVIA I thought that maybe they were. I wasn’t sure. Sounded like something they would do. I just didn’t know. I guess I do now, but... Light bulb. OLIVIA (CONT’D) I’m a widow. Travis steps forward. TRAVIS You’re a widow who will be an inmate soon if we don’t get rid of these bodies. If me hitting you on the head and stealing your car took the heat off you, a couple dead bodies might raise a few questions. OLIVIA You were suppose to steal a car! Not my car! Travis scratches his head. Cid steps back slowly. TRAVIS I was thinking on my feet and thought it would help your case. Cid takes another step back. OLIVIA And, what the fuck!? No one was supposed to get hurt except Pete. Cid disappears. 64.
INT. MCNAMARA HOME - GARAGE - DAY A garage filled with garage-y things. The muffled argument of Travis and Olivia in the background. Cid jumps down the steps and takes a stroll. Examines the contents of the garage. Picks up a shovel, thinks. Sets it back down. He finds a hatchet, thinks. Sets it back down. There is a large red gas can on a shelf. Cid smiles.
MAIN ROOM Travis and Olivia are at it. OLIVIA Why the hell did I pick you!? TRAVIS What do you mean picked me? OLIVIA You think I just decided on a whim to have you rob a bank? TRAVIS Uh... yeah. I did. Olivia laughs. OLIVIA Of course you did. You stupid ass jar head. I’ve been searching country records for months. I needed a fall guy! TRAVIS Oh, and I was that fall guy. OLIVIA You fell for it, didn’t you. Travis is stunned. OLIVIA (CONT’D) I had you pegged. I did my homework. Burn out Marine. Ex-con. I know all about you, Travis Madden. I know that after your discharge you killed that guy and did time. (MORE) 65. OLIVIA (CONT’D) A loser with a fucked up face and a peg leg. A line cook who would never do any better. Travis shakes his head. TRAVIS You cold bitch. OLIVIA If you seriously thought that I was going to run away to Mexico with you and that we would live happily ever after... you’re dumber than I thought. Travis is hurt. OLIVIA (CONT’D) Oh my god, you did. Didn’t you. TRAVIS Fuck you. They glare at each other. Travis sniffs the air. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Is that smoke? Olivia sniffs the air. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Where’s Cid? And speak of the devil, Cid runs backward into the room leaving a trail of gasoline in his wake. As he runs, fire chasing after him in an attempt to catch up with the can. It’s doing one hell of a job. Cid dumps the rest of the can on the bodies, drops it and steps back. He smiles at Travis and Olivia and shrugs. CID Time to go. WHOOSH - the bodies go up in flames. TRAVIS Holy shit! 66.
OLIVIA You set my house on fire! Cid shrugs. CID Someone had to do something. It’s Travis’s turn to think on his feet. TRAVIS This is perfect. The cops’ll find the bodies and discover Debra and think she was in on it. Not you. OLIVIA And what about me? Travis thinks. TRAVIS We stick to the plan and go to Mexico. You disappear. They’ll think they killed you and buried you somewhere in the desert or something. Never to be found. Cid studies the flames as they engulf the walls. CID Sounds great. We should really go. Olivia slaps her head. OLIVIA Fuck! My passport. TRAVIS Where is it? OLIVIA Upstairs. TRAVIS Get it! Olivia stays where she is. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Hurry! Olivia runs away and Travis follows. The walls of the house are an inferno. 67.
Cid, cool as a cucumber, lights a cigarette. He flops in a recliner and watches, waits, and smokes.
EXT. MCNAMARA HOME - CURBSIDE - DAY The cruiser pulls up to the curb and parks. BEAT COP 2 What now? Beat Cop 1 kills the engine. BEAT COP 1 We baby sit. They wait. Beat Cop 2 examines his fingernails. Beat Cop 1 picks his nose. Beat Cop 2 sniffs the air. BEAT COP 2 Do you smell smoke? Beat Cop 1 sniffs the air. BEAT COP 1 Yeah. I do. They peer out the widow. Smoke billows from the house.
INT. MCNAMARA HOME - BEDROOM - DAY Olivia burst through the door, Travis in tow. TRAVIS Where is it? Olivia points at a luggage suitcase. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Get it! Olivia rips the luggage case open. MAIN ROOM The fire reaches the recliner and Cid jumps up. CID GUYS? WE REALLY NEED TO GET GOING? 68.
BEDROOM Smoke fills the room. A passport. Olivia holds it above her head. Eureka! OLIVIA Got it! They book it.
MAIN ROOM Travis and Olivia run down the stairs two at a time. CID About fuckin’ time. Cid flicks the cigarette at the couch - fuck it, doesn’t matter - and snags the shotgun. The three race for the door. Olivia in lead, Travis in tow, followed by Cid.
DRIVEWAY Olivia bursts through the door. Travis follows. They stop dead in their tracks. Beat Cop 1 & 2 run up the driveway. Cid exits the house and hides the shotgun behind his back. CID HELP! MY BABY IS IN THERE! Beat Cop 1 & 2 haul ass. BEAT COP 1 Go! Go! They run past Cid. CID cracks his neck and whirls around. BAM! - BAM! - BAM! - BAM! - BAM! And unloads the shotgun. Peppering the cops. COP 1 69. drops dead, pellets to the head. COP 2 AWWWW! Most of the pellets are stopped by Cop 2’s flak jacket. CID drops the shotgun and draws the 44. Magnum. COP 2 draws his sidearm. CID is faster. Takes aim. Steady. Breathes. BANG! COP 2’s head gives in. He drop’s. Dead. SAL ANNE JESUS CHRIST! YOU PSYCHOPATH! Cid shrugs. CID Someone had to do something. Travis shakes his head. TRAVIS Drag them inside! It’ll look like they had a shoot out! Cid shrugs and nods. That’ll work. Travis points at the Cops. TRAVIS (CONT’D) (to Olivia ) Get their legs. They drag the cops inside, smearing blood and a gaping hole - that they’re too simple to see - in their plan.
MAIN ROOM The house is ablaze. 70.
The three drag the Cops inside and drop them. They choke and cough on smoke and exit in a hurry.
DRIVEWAY They hop into the Gran Marquis and peel out.
DIEGO’S CRUISER Diego at the wheel. Gabriela’s eyes glued to her cell. Stops sign. Diego checks left. Clear. Checks right. Clear. Diego makes a left hand turn... and from out of nowhere a GRAN MARQUIS flies through the intersection. DIEGO slams on the brakes and BLARES the horn. DIEGO PRICK! Gabriela’s cell flies out of her hand. Diego examines Gabriela. DIEGO (CONT’D) You okay? Gabriela nods. GABRIELA Yeah. DIEGO You sure? GABRIELA Yeah. Are you? Diego places a hand on his heart. 71.
DIEGO Startled is all. GABRIELA Gonna’ go get em’? Diego shakes his head. DIEGO No time. Diego finishes the turn.
DRIVEWAY Diego’s cruiser glides into the driveway.
DIEGO’S CRUISER Diego slams on the brakes. DIEGO Holy hell! Black smoke. Roaring flames. The house is a towering inferno. Gabriela acts like she saw a clown burst into confetti. GABRIELA Yes! Gabriela documents the scene with her phone. GABRIELA (CONT’D) Dad! DIEGO What? Gabriela is eager. GABRIELA That car! Diego gets it. DIEGO Get in the back. Gabriela pleads. 72.
GABRIELA Dad! Diego’s all business. DIEGO NOW! Gabriela hops out and get into the back. DIEGO (CONT’D) Buckle up. Gabriela does. Diego whips the cruiser one-eighty and speeds after the Gran Marquis. He voice activates his phone. DIEGO (CONT’D) Call Max. PHONE RINGS DIEGO (CONT’D) Max. At the house. It’s on fire. In pursuit of a shit brown Gran Marquis. Send all units. Got to go. Diego hangs up and guns it.
EXT. I-80 JUNCTION - DAY The Gran Marquis skids to a stop.
GRAN MARQUIS Travis grips the wheel. Olivia is in shock in the passenger seat. In the back, Cid cradles the Army duffle of money. TRAVIS Mexico, here we come. Travis turns west.
DIEGO’S CRUISER Diego stops at the junction and searches for the Marquis. DIEGO West or East? 73.
Gabriela shrugs. GABRIELA What’s East? DIEGO Vegas. GABRIELA West? DIEGO Sacramento. GABRIELA What’s in Sacramento? DIEGO I-80. GABRIELA Where’s that go? Light bulb. Father and daughter lock eyes and brain waves. RAY (CONT’D) DUSTIN Mexico. Mexico Diego speeds west and onto I-80 and whips out his cell. DIEGO Call Max. PHONE RINGS DIEGO (CONT’D) No sign of the Marquis. Send units east toward Vegas to be safe. Heading west on I-80. Going on a hunch here. Thinking they’re headed for the border. Call the Sac department and cut them off. Diego hangs up. GABRIELA This is so cool! DIEGO Won’t be cool if we wind up dead. If anything happens, stay in the back and get down. Call Max and update him, but STAY DOWN! 74.
Gabriela nods, terrified and exhilarated all the same. Diego punches it and the speedometer climbs to 100 MPH.
EXT. I-80 - MOUNTAIN PASS - DAY The Marquis speeds through the pass. A sign on the side of the road. It reads: LEAVING NEVADA. Travis points at it. TRAVIS We made it, Olivia. Happy? OLIVIA I’ll be happy when we’re in Mexico. TRAVIS Shit. OLIVIA What? Travis taps the gas gauge. TRAVIS We need gas. OLIVIA You didn’t think to gas up before you planned a getaway drive? TRAVIS Well, we did. But we had you gas up the Prius. The plan changed. OLIVIA This is why the plan shouldn’t have changed. You should have stuck to the fucking plan. Cid, calm as a Hindu, rests his eyes. He winces and removes the 44. Magnum from his waistband and lays it on the seat. CID You said millions, Olivia. Olivia is matter of fact. OLIVIA I also said to abort. Travis cranes his head toward Olivia. 75.
TRAVIS What? When? Olivia is stern. OLIVIA I sent you a text. TRAVIS No you didn’t! Olivia’s eyes go wide and she nods. OLIVIA Yes, I did! TRAVIS I didn’t get it. Travis takes out his cell and scrolls his text thread. TRAVIS (CONT’D) No. You didn’t. Olivia looks at him and Travis shows her the phone. TRAVIS (CONT’D) You said, about. Olivia stares at the phone. OLIVIA About? Why the hell would I say, about!? Travis shrugs. TRAVIS Beats the hell out of me! OLIVIA Why didn’t you text me, back!? TRAVIS I was walking down the street with a chain saw about to rob a bank. Sorry... Cid cracks up. Olivia twists back and glares at him. 76.
OLIVIA Sorry, if I don’t find this whole colossal fuck up amusing. Cid laughs. TRAVIS We’ll be sipping margarita’s soon enough. Stay cool. A gas station appears at the exit. Travis takes it.
EXT. SUPER PUMP - DAY Three pumps and a store in the middle of nowhere. The Gran Marquis cruises in and parks at a pump.
GRAN MARQUIS Travis puts the car in park. TRAVIS I’ll pump. Go pay, Cid. Cid takes some cash from the duffle. CID Anyone need anything? OLIVIA A vitamin water, please. Cid raises an eyebrow. CID What the fuck is that? OLIVIA Water... and vitamins. Cid slaps Travis on the shoulder. CID Travis? TRAVIS Pack of smokes. Cid opens the door. CID Don’t leave me. 77.
TRAVIS I won’t. Cid takes the duffle and throws it over his shoulder, forgetting the 44. Magnum on the seat. CID Now you won’t. He exits. OLIVIA We need to kill him. TRAVIS You mean I need to kill him? I won’t be your pawn anymore. Travis opens the door and exits.
DIEGO’S CRUISER Knuckles grip the wheel tight. GABRIELA Think we’ll find them? DIEGO I hope not. Gabriela is flabbergasted. GABRIELA What? DIEGO I hope that we were wrong. I hope that they were unhappy with their take and went to Vegas to knock of a bunch of casinos. GABRIELA Why? DIEGO So I can take you home. Gabriela films Diego as he speaks. DIEGO (CONT’D) I wish you would stop doing that. 78.
GABRIELA This could be my ticket to fame. A one way ticket to a director’s chair. Think I’ll get a book deal? DIEGO Hard work and due diligence is all you need for success in life. That’s not how it works, Gabby. On the road ahead is the Gas Station... and the Marquis. DIEGO (CONT’D) Shit. Gabriela sees the Super Pump and the Marquis. GABRIELA Dad, that’s the car! DIEGO It is. GABRIELA Dad? DIEGO Yes? GABRIELA I’m scared. DIEGO Me too, Gabby. Diego takes the exit.
INT. SUPER PUMP - STORE - DAY DING DONG - a bell as Cid enters. A small store with road trip conveniences. A CLERK (20’s) at the counter plays a PSP. He’s pimply and wears thick glasses. CID Where’s your vitamin water? The Clerk keeps his eyes on the gaming device. CLERK In the back... with the water. 79.
Cid strolls toward the back and passes a magazine rack. He stops and eyeballs the selection. He picks up a Hustler.
SUPER PUMP A gas gate opens. Travis removes the cap and inserts the pump nozzle. He locks the nozzle lever and leans against the Marquis. He waits. The dial on the pump racks up the bill. The Marquis door opens and Olivia exits. She leans against the Marquis next to Travis. It’s awkward. OLIVIA Why didn’t you leave me? TRAVIS What? OLIVIA I told you, you were a fall guy. Then Cid burned down my house. Your immediate reaction was to cover for me and take me to Mexico. Why didn’t you kill and leave me? Travis shrugs. TRAVIS I’ve killed, but I’m not a killer. OLIVIA Why did you kill that guy? TRAVIS I didn’t mean to kill him. Just one of those things. He was beating his kid. I saw red. Did my time. OLIVIA You have a soft spot for kids. TRAVIS I do. OLIVIA Why? TRAVIS I have one. Somewhere. 80.
OLIVIA You don’t know where your kid is? TRAVIS My ex-wife has him. She left and didn’t tell me where she was going. OLIVIA That’s fucked up. TRAVIS Just one of those things. The pump dial climbs. OLIVIA You didn’t say you had a kid. TRAVIS You didn’t say you had a husband. OLIVIA Fair enough. Olivia leans on him. CLICK. POP. The gas tank is full. Diego’s cruiser pulls in and parks in front of the store.
DIEGO’S CRUISER Diego kills the ignition. GABRIELA Is it them? Cid faces them from inside the store and reads a magazine. Diego checks the rearview and sees Travis and Olivia. DIEGO Unless there’s another one legged bank robber hobbling around with the teller from the bank he robbed, I don’t doubt it. GABRIELA What are you going to do? Diego puts the phone to his ear. DIEGO Call Max. 81.
PHONE RINGS DIEGO (CONT’D) Max. I got them. Super Pump off of the interstate. I won’t make a move until you’re here. Hurry.
MAX’S CRUISER Trees whizz by. The speedometer reads: 120 mph. MAX I’m ten minutes out, Diego. Max ends the call and punches the steering wheel. MAX (CONT’D) Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Pedal to the metal. The speedometer climbs and red lines.
STORE Dozens of bottles of water. Cid opens the refrigerator door. He eyeballs the shelf, scans for a vitamin water. Found it. He shuts the door.
GRAN MARQUIS Travis drums the steering wheel. Olivia reclines in the passenger seat, resting her eyes. TRAVIS Hurry up, Cid. A patrol car turns into the station. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Shit. Olivia jolts up. OLIVIA What? TRAVIS Cop. The cruiser pulls alongside the Marquis. 82.
OLIVIA Just leave! Travis shakes his head. TRAVIS Cid has the money. OLIVIA Shit.
STORE Cid is at the counter. He sets the vitamin water down. The Clerk puts the PSP down. CLERK Found it. Anything else? CID Gas and a pack of Camel Menthols. The clerk grabs a pack of Camel Crushes. CID (CONT’D) Not those. The green pack. The clerk grabs the right pack. CID (CONT’D) I could do your job for you. CLERK No you couldn’t. I’d have to take all the words of the register and replace them with pictures. Rowan reaches for the .44... it’s not there. CID Hold on. Left my wallet in the car.
DIEGO’S CRUISER The patrol car in the rearview has 82 painted on the side. DIEGO Shit. Gabriela looks out the back window. 83.
Diego puts his cell to his ear. DIEGO (CONT’D) Call dispatch. PHONE RINGING DIEGO (CONT’D) This is Detective Diego Cavalera. Connect me to car 82. DISPATCH OPERATOR (O.S) Hold while I connect. Diego waits. GABRIELA What are you doing? DIEGO Giving that cop some heads up.
GRAN MARQUIS Travis sneaks a peek at the patrol car. An OFFICER exits the cruiser and nods at Travis. Travis nods back and gives a little wave. The Officer pumps gas. OLIVIA (whispers) What do we do? TRAVIS We stay cool and wait for Cid. The cop doesn’t know anything. OLIVIA How do you know? TRAVIS He wouldn’t be gassing up his car so casually if he did. Stay cool. Olivia holds Travis’s hand.
SUPER PUMP The Officer cracks his back. He inspects the Marquis, more out of boredom than anything else and smiles at Travis. 84.
OFFICER That’s a pretty lady you got there. Travis smiles from the drivers seat. TRAVIS Her or the car? OFFICER Her. The car’s a piece of shit. TRAVIS Tell me about it. The Officer examines his face. OFFICER If you don’t mind me askin’, what happened to your face? Travis shrugs. TRAVIS Iraq. OFFICER What branch? Travis shows the Officer his USMC tattoo. TRAVIS Marine Corp. The Officer shows Travis his USMC tattoo. OFFICER SAL Hoorah. Hoorah. The Officer notices the broken side mirror. OFFICER You’re side mirror’s busted. Travis shrugs. TRAVIS I know. Been meaning to get it fixed. Haven’t found the time. The radio on the Officer’s shoulder squelches. DISPATCH OPERATOR (O.S.) Car 82. Over. 85.
The Officer presses the radio talk button. OFFICER Car 82, here. Over. DISPATCH OPERATOR (O.S.) Patching you through to a Detective Diego Cavalera. The Officer waves at Travis. OFFICER Get that mirror fixed. TRAVIS Will do, Officer. CLICK. POP. The patrol car’s tank is full. The Officer strolls to the pump. Silence on the radio. He returns the nozzle to the pump and talks into the radio. OFFICER Detective?
DIEGO’S CRUISER Diego holds his phone to his ear. DIEGO Shit. Gabriela documents the scene. GABRIELA What? DIEGO I can’t talk to him! He’s too close. They’ll hear it. Cid exits the store and spies the Officer. DIEGO (CONT’D) Oh, shit. GABRIELA What? DIEGO GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR! 86.
Gabriela does.
SUPER PUMP PARKING LOT Cid crosses the small lot. The Officer faces the pump with his back to him. In the short distance...
SUPER PUMP The Officer presses the talk button. OFFICER Dispatch? Did the patch do through? Radio silence.
PARKING LOT Cid is a bulldozer and there’s no stopping him.
SUPER PUMP Cid makes eye contact with Travis. Travis shakes his head no. Cid stops and draws a boot knife.
DIEGO’S CRUISER Diego watches in the rearview. The boot knife glints in the sunlight. Diego hits the steering wheel. DIEGO Goddamn it! He opens the door. DIEGO (CONT’D) STAY DOWN, GABRIELA! He draws his side arm and exits the cruiser.
SUPER PUMP Cid is mere feet behind the Officer. He raises the boot knife. 87.
DIEGO (on the radio) BEHIND YOU! THE OFFICER spins around. Too late. CID charges and STABS him in the throat and TACKLES the Officer and SLAMS him into the PUMP.
GRAN MARQUIS Travis watches Cid with horror. Across the lot, Diego rushes with his gun drawn. TRAVIS GET DOWN OLIVIA! Olivia drops. CID stabs the Officer over and over. He didn’t have a chance. TRAVIS bolts from the Marquis.
PARKING LOT Diego advances fast. DIEGO DROP THE WEAPON! 88.
He aims the sidearm at Cid. Then points it into the air. The gas pump. Shit. No shot.
SUPER PUMP Travis hits the deck. Cid drops the boot knife and draws the Officer’s 9mm. He spins on a heel, dropping the Officer, and spots Diego. He aims the pistol.
PARKING LOT Diego takes the shot anyway. BAM!
SUPER PUMP CID is hit in the shoulder. BAM! BAM! And returns fire.
PARKING LOT Diego scrambles for cover and dodges the shots fired. DIEGO Fuck! No cover. He hides behind the cruiser. DIEGO (CONT’D) STAY DOWN, GABRIELA!!
SUPER PUMP CID 89. takes cover behind the patrol car. TRAVIS scurries on his belly behind the cruiser. THE OFFICER grabs Travis’s arm. TRAVIS stares into the Officer’s wide eyes. He clutches his throat. Blood pours through his fingers. He coughs and sputters. CID peeks from cover, looking for a shot. No shot.
PARKING LOT Diego’s back is to the cruiser. DIEGO Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Diego peeks from cover. DIEGO (CONT’D) DON’T SHOOT! MY KID IS IN THE CAR!
SUPER PUMP Cid scratches his head. Holds his hand to his bloody wound. Removes the duffle and tosses it on the pavement. CID YOU FUCKIN’ IDIOT! YOU DON’T SHOOT!! YOU’LL BLOW THE WHOLE FUCKING PLACE UP!!
PARKING LOT Diego sighs. DIEGO YOU DON’T SHOOT AND I WON’T SHOOT! Diego taps on the side of the cruiser. 90.
DIEGO (CONT’D) Stay down, Gabby!
SUPER PUMP Travis is covered in blood... the Officer’s blood. The Officer pulls on Travis’s shirt. OFFICER (choking) Heeeeelp! Meeeee! Travis is distraught. TRAVIS I can’t. I can’t. Frantic, the Officer flails, pulling him closer. OFFICER Heeeeelp! Meeeeee!
DIEGO’S CRUISER Gabriela is on the floor with her phone. GABRIELA Max!!
MAX’S CRUISER Max is a speed demon, phone to his ear. MAX Gabriela?
DIEGO’S CRUISER Gabriela cries. GABRIELA Dad’s outside! They’re shooting!!
MAX’S CRUISER Max floors the gas. 91.
MAX I’m almost there! STAY DOWN!
SUPER PUMP Cid peeks from cover. No shot. CID Fuck. He scans the area, looking for an idea... light bulb. Cid takes the nozzle from the gas pump, and locks it down. Gasoline runs across the pavement. The gas puddles up and trickles across the
PARKING LOT Diego is in a large puddle and it’s getting larger. He has no idea.
SUPER PUMP Cid lights a cigarette, and takes a drag. He peeks from cover and sees the trail of gasoline leading to the cruiser. He stops the flow of gas from the nozzle and drops the cigarette. WHOOSH!! The gasoline ignites.
PARKING LOT Diego watches the trail of flame race after him. He sniffs the air... checks his feet. He’s standing in a large puddle of gas. DIEGO Oh sh-- WHOOSH - Diego goes up in flames. He’s on his feet and runs aimlessly. DIEGO (CONT’D) Awwwwwwww!! 92.
Diego is halfway across the lot, between the cruiser and the pumps. He “stop, drop, and roll”’s.
DIEGO’S CRUISER Flames lick the window. Gabriela watches as the muy caliente Diego rolls. GABRIELA DAAAAAAAD!! Gabriela pulls on the door, but it won’t open. It’s useless, so she does the only thing she can do... film.
SUPER PUMP Cid is on his feet and bolts for the parking lot. Travis pries at the dead Officers fingers. TRAVIS Cid!! STOP!! Flames surround them.
GRAN MARQUIS Olivia slides into the drivers seat, starts the ignition, and speeds away from the pumps and the inferno. She stops and stares out the window at the
SUPER PUMP Travis is on his feet. Olivia is in the distance. She hangs out the window. OLIVIA Travis! THE MONEY! LET’S GO! On the ground, the duffle is mere feet away from the fire. Travis peeks over his shoulder and across the parking lot. Cid stands over Diego with his gun aimed at his chest. Travis looks at Olivia . She’s hysterical. OLIVIA (CONT’D) LET’S GO!! 93.
Travis studies his surroundings... parking lot... Cid... Diego... the duffle of money... Olivia... the parking lot... Gabriela in the back seat of the flaming cruiser. He bolts for the cruiser.
PARKING LOT Diego is charred and black. Cid aims the 9mm at his chest. DIEGO Don’t. Cid cracks his neck. BANG! And shoots Diego in the chest. He checks the burning cruiser and studies Gabriela... filming. Caught on camera. He runs for the cruiser. Gabriela cries out and drops the phone. Cid glares at her, grabs the door handle. Flesh sears. CID Fuck! His hand is burnt. He aims the 9mm at Gabriela’s face. Gabriela is frozen. Terrified. CID (CONT’D) Fuck it. (to Gabriela) Burn. Cid rushes for the store. Travis reaches through the flames and opens the door, flesh sears. He holds his hand out to Gabriela. She is horrified. TRAVIS Take it! She does. Travis pulls him from the vehicle. 94.
STORE Cid bolts in. Searches for the clerk. CID Where’d you go? Cid struts around the counter. Cradled in a corner on the ground is the Clerk. He’s crying. CID (CONT’D) There you are. The Clerk shakes his head. CLERK I didn’t see anything. CID You’re right. You didn’t. Cid aims the 44. The Clerk closes his eyes.
PARKING LOT BAM! - A shot from inside. Travis holds Gabriela’s shoulders. TRAVIS Are you okay, sweetie? She nods. TRAVIS (CONT’D) You’re not hurt? She shakes her head. Cid burst through the door. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Get behind me. Travis places himself between Cid and Gabriela. Cid scurries over. 95.
Travis raises his gun. Cid stops. Butt hurt. CID She filmed me. TRAVIS She’s a kid. CID Six billion people in the world. It doesn’t matter. TRAVIS Of course it matters. CID There’s no heaven. The only hell is prison. I won’t go back. TRAVIS If that’s how you see it, do the world a favor and kill yourself. Why even bother to living? CID I’m just riding this bitch to the end of the line. Looks like I’m out of track. You’ll have to kill me. TRAVIS I will. Cid smiles. CID No you won’t. Cid pushes past. Travis doesn’t shoot. Cid reaches for Gabriela. WHAM! - Travis cold cocks Cid. Cid stumbles. CID (CONT’D) What the fuck, Travis? TRAVIS 96. throws a punch. CID takes it in the jaw. He stumbles backward. TRAVIS is on him. LEFT smacks him hard. RIGHT smacks him harder. CID goes for his gun. TRAVIS puts CQC training to use and breaks his arm. The .44 hits concrete. CID (CONT’D) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! TRAVIS boots the .44. It goes sailing into the pumps. TRAVIS leg sweeps Cid. CID drops. TRAVIS straddles him. Raises a clenched fist when CID grabs Travis by the back of the head and SINKS his teeth in Travis’ scarred cheek. 97.
TRAVIS COCKSUCKER! CID spits a spray of blood and flesh into his face. TRAVIS is blinded and missing a hunk out of this left cheek. His teeth can be seen through the gaping and gushing wound. It’s Cid’s turn. CID grabs a handful of testicle and squeezes. TRAVIS (CONT’D) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-- CID chops Travis in the throat. His scream is cut short. CID kicks Travis off. TRAVIS is on the ground. CID is on his feet... and he uses them. WHAM! - a kick to Travis’ ear. WHAM! - to the neck. CID raises his boot and stomps down on Travis’ NOSE and it SHATTERS and SPURTS 98. blood.
PARKING LOT Gabriela’s cradling Diego. DIEGO Gabby... He points into the distance. Gabriela follows his finger. An emergency fuel shut off switch. DIEGO (CONT’D) ... gonna’ blow. Diego slips in and out of consciousness.
SUPER PUMP Travis is out of commission. Cid hocks and spits on Travis’ face. CID Asshole. Cid stumbles toward the pumps and picks up the magnum. WHOOSH - from behind. TRAVIS spears Cid face first into the pumps. CID aims the .44. TRAVIS snaps his arm back at the elbow. It SHATTERS and hangs there. TRAVIS grabs his hair and SMASHES 99.
Cid’s face into the pump. SMASH - Cid’s nose breaks. SMASH - his eye socket shatters. SMASH - teeth shatter. CID spits broken tooth bone fragments out. TRAVIS leg sweeps him again and CID is down for the count. Travis lights a cigarette, takes a drag, and removes the nozzle from the gas pump... CID (CONT’D) Eat shit. Cid spits blood at Travis. TRAVIS Choke on it. And RAMS the gas nozzle down Cid’s throat. CID coughs and spits gasoline. The fuel gauge racks up the dollars.
PARKING LOT Gabriela rushes for the switch. Hit’s it.
SUPER PUMP The fuel pump stops. Travis drops the nozzle. 100.
Cid coughs and spits. Travis opens his mouth wide. TRAVIS Open. Cid shakes his head. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Open. Cid’s arms dangle useless. He scoots away with one foot. Travis stomps on his jaw. No good. Stomp again. SNAP it breaks. Cid’s jaw hangs... open. Travis drops the cigarette in his mouth. CID breathes fire and GOES UP IN FLAMES.
PARKING LOT The flames around the cruiser have all but died. Gabriela runs back from the switch. Travis walks over. DIEGO (O.S.) Freeze. Travis cocks his head at Diego. He’s all fucked up. The magic eight ball says “outlook not good” for Diego. Diego has a gun on Travis. TRAVIS Just checking on the kid. 101.
DIEGO And I appreciate that. Gabby watches from the side. GABRIELA Let him go dad. DIEGO He’s a criminal. GABRIELA I would have died. Diego lowers the gun. DIEGO Get out of here. Travis doesn’t waste a second.
SUPER PUMP Travis runs through fire and snatches the duffle.
GRAN MARQUIS Travis enters and Olivia scoots over. TRAVIS Now we can go. Travis starts the ignition.
GAS STATION Gabriela watches the Marquis drive off. The coast is clear. She runs to Diego. His face is badly burned and he’s bleeding profusely from the stomach. DIEGO Maybe you’ll get that book deal after all. Diego takes the cigarette from his breast pocket. It’s busted, hanging from the filter. He rips the filter off. He smokes. Gabriela holds him. 102.
GABRIELA I love you, Dad. For the third time, Diego smiles.
GRAN MARQUIS Travis drives. In the distance is a wall of flashing lights. OLIVIA Travis? Flashing lights in the rearview. Travis pulls over. OLIVIA (CONT’D) What are you doing? TRAVIS It’s over. Olivia shakes her head. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Take the money and go. After today, my leg hurts like hell. I can’t run anymore. I’ll just slow you down. Travis opens the door of the Marquis. He kisses her. TRAVIS (CONT’D) It never would’ve worked out between us anyway. And exits. Olivia stares at the Army duffle.
I-80 SHOULDER Travis chucks the 9mm and lies face down on the ground. He puts his hands behind his back, and waits. Olivia slings the duffle over her shoulder. She runs off into the woods and disappears into the trees. 103.
GAS STATION Max’s cruiser skids to a halt. He sprints for Diego and Gabriela. Discovers Diego all burnt and shot to hell. MAX What the hell happened? Diego takes a drag. Pulls a wallet from his breast pocket and removes a crispy and smoldering one-hundred dollar bill. He offers Max the hundred dollar bill with a bloody hand. DIEGO One really fucked up day.
INT. SAN QUENTIN PRISON - DAY A small cell with a bunk, a toilet, a desk, and a window. Travis writes a letter at the desk. A DEATH ROW GUARD appears at the bars. DEATH ROW GUARD Chow time, Travis. Travis signs the letter. DEATH ROW GUARD (CONT’D) I ain’t got all day. Travis stuffs the letter in the envelope. Licks it. TRAVIS Neither do I. The Death Row Guard slides a tray of food through the bars. On the tray is a medium rare rib eye steak and potatoes. Travis takes the tray. Travis slides the envelope through the bars. It’s addressed to: Olivia McNamara, Central California Women’s Facility. TRAVIS (CONT’D) Put that in the mail for me? DEATH ROW GUARD Sure thing, Travis. The Death Row Guard leaves. 104.
Travis carries the tray to the desk and cuts into the steak. He takes a bite. He beholds the view from the window. He smiles. It’s a view of the ocean. FaDeOuT.