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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.