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EXT. HOUSE IN THE HILLS - NIGHT
Smoke trails through an open car window.
Dugan waits, looking through the maze of trees where an isolated cottage sits. Peaceful until --
A WOUND out engine, SQUEAL of tires, headlights splice
through the trees.
A car hooks around a turn, hugging the road. . .
sliding neatly into a space in front of the cottage.
The intoxicated behemoth, Jerry O’Riley steps out, slurring a Scottish tune.
JERRY
Oh no Pope of Rome, no more
Catholic to sadden my eyes.
No nuns, no priests, @#%$
your rosary beads. Everyday
is the twelfth of July.
Dugan takes a hearty pull from a cigarette.
EXT. NIGHT - FRONT OF COTTAGE
DUGAN
(calling out)
Hey Jerry. . . Jerry O'Riley.
Whatdya say?
       
At the top step leading into a screened off porch.
Jerry squints through the darkness.
Jerry
Who's that there?
Jerry latches onto a shotgun.
DUGAN
Dugan Roach.
Jerry’s hand unclenches. Dugan walks into the light.
JERRY
Not good to be sneaking around
a man’s land Roach.
Jerry pushes open the screen door. Dugan stands
below him, on the path, leading to the steps.
DUGAN
Seeing how ya feeling that’s all.
Thought you might be under the
weather.
JERRY
Tell Jolly to take a pull on me
popsicle. It'll be coming when
it comes.
Dugan steps onto the bottom step, looking up at
the Goliath.
DUGAN
Kevin's a patient man, but
come yesterday, it was time
enough.
Dugan takes another step.
JERRY
I’ve owed bigger than him.
DUGAN
I know it’s a burn to think back
that far. But did you not get
your wad when you won?
Dugan moves up another step. A small flutter of fear
rolls across Jerrys.
JERRY
You keep coming – you’re gonna
get hurt here.
DUGAN
What are you spraffing about?
Kevin’s a fair man twice over.
       
Jerry clamps onto the shotgun and wheels with bad intentions.
FROZEN TIME: We spin this stilled moment, three hundred
and sixty degrees.
                                       
DUGAN (OVER)
At that moment, that very second
my life changed. In the time it
took that bastard to reach for that
shotgun and try to blow me into
tomorrow my entire existence
disappeared -
uNFREEZE: explosion
Dugan slams into the door, to late -- the door splinters – buckshot paints his shoulder with a hundred little holes.
Jerry gets to his knees, shotgun in hand, ready to
shoot again, he swivels – smack – right into a fist.
The shotgun clangs down the steps to the ground. Jerry follows toppling forward, cracking his skull against the walkway.
Blood oozes into the walkway cracks, into the gun, slowly filling, then moving into more cracks.
INT. KEVIN JOLLY’S HOUSE - LATER
An open wound covered in powder burns.
KEVIN
Ya off, outta here -
MARGARET JOLLY, a thick, large bosomed woman with fire engine red hair, stitches Dugan’s shoulder.
KEVIN
The States, that's where you're
headed.
Kevin paces. His face flush with worry.
KEVIN
I know a guy. A good
pipeline – he’ll help.                               
DUGAN
America? @#%$ had a gun.
Shotgun you could stick your
dick in. Sorry Maggy.
Maggy keeps stitching.
MAGGY
dugan honey. Sit still please.
       
DUGAN
He was ready to use it.
Me or him.
KEVIN
There's no explaining that when
you're there collecting.
               
DUGAN
Run, that's @#%$ all. It
can be sorted out.
                                                       
KEVIN
Nothing's gonna bring back that
fella O'Riley. When they start
asking the questions and you
and me don’t supply the same
answers – you'll grow old in a cot
with real killers, me joining yah.
DUGAN
I won’t go. Can't leave my
Mum alone.
                                       
KEVIN
She'll be alone with you put away.
                       
DUGAN
She can't take no more sadness.
KEVIN
She'll be fine. Better with
you safe across the sea.
                       
MAGGY
She's a sturdy women, pulled
through all right after your
father passed.
She tenderly blots his swollen face with a damp rag.
MAGGY
We'll watch over Ellen. . .
we will Son.
Maggy finishes the last stitch, wrapping white gauge
around the wound, assisting him with his shirt.
KEVIN
boy, with your talents – better
off over there. My friend, he’ll
have a place for you. And you'll
be able to earn. Send your Mum
enough for the rent and all.
DUGAN
I can’t leave her.
INT. HOTEL NIGHT CLUB – MIAMI
SUPER: THREE YEARS LATER
Deep thumping ‘house’ music surrounded by Disco lights. Surf through bodies on the dance floor TO
A STRIKING BLONDE (35) grinding into a YOUNG BUSINESS MAN (25) fondling his tie, slowly moving to his hands.
               
AND THIS IS WHEN WE MEET THE ORGAN DOCTORS
EXT. HOUSE IN THE HILLS - NIGHT
Smoke trails through an open car window.
Dugan waits, looking through the maze of trees where an isolated cottage sits. Peaceful until --
A WOUND out engine, SQUEAL of tires, headlights splice
through the trees.
A car hooks around a turn, hugging the road. . .
sliding neatly into a space in front of the cottage.
The intoxicated behemoth, Jerry O’Riley steps out, slurring a Scottish tune.
JERRY
Oh no Pope of Rome, no more
Catholic to sadden my eyes.
No nuns, no priests, @#%$
your rosary beads. Everyday
is the twelfth of July.
Dugan takes a hearty pull from a cigarette.
EXT. NIGHT - FRONT OF COTTAGE
DUGAN
(calling out)
Hey Jerry. . . Jerry O'Riley.
Whatdya say?
       
At the top step leading into a screened off porch.
Jerry squints through the darkness.
Jerry
Who's that there?
Jerry latches onto a shotgun.
DUGAN
Dugan Roach.
Jerry’s hand unclenches. Dugan walks into the light.
JERRY
Not good to be sneaking around
a man’s land Roach.
Jerry pushes open the screen door. Dugan stands
below him, on the path, leading to the steps.
DUGAN
Seeing how ya feeling that’s all.
Thought you might be under the
weather.
JERRY
Tell Jolly to take a pull on me
popsicle. It'll be coming when
it comes.
Dugan steps onto the bottom step, looking up at
the Goliath.
DUGAN
Kevin's a patient man, but
come yesterday, it was time
enough.
Dugan takes another step.
JERRY
I’ve owed bigger than him.
DUGAN
I know it’s a burn to think back
that far. But did you not get
your wad when you won?
Dugan moves up another step. A small flutter of fear
rolls across Jerrys.
JERRY
You keep coming – you’re gonna
get hurt here.
DUGAN
What are you spraffing about?
Kevin’s a fair man twice over.
       
Jerry clamps onto the shotgun and wheels with bad intentions.
FROZEN TIME: We spin this stilled moment, three hundred
and sixty degrees.
                                       
DUGAN (OVER)
At that moment, that very second
my life changed. In the time it
took that bastard to reach for that
shotgun and try to blow me into
tomorrow my entire existence
disappeared -
uNFREEZE: explosion
Dugan slams into the door, to late -- the door splinters – buckshot paints his shoulder with a hundred little holes.
Jerry gets to his knees, shotgun in hand, ready to
shoot again, he swivels – smack – right into a fist.
The shotgun clangs down the steps to the ground. Jerry follows toppling forward, cracking his skull against the walkway.
Blood oozes into the walkway cracks, into the gun, slowly filling, then moving into more cracks.
INT. KEVIN JOLLY’S HOUSE - LATER
An open wound covered in powder burns.
KEVIN
Ya off, outta here -
MARGARET JOLLY, a thick, large bosomed woman with fire engine red hair, stitches Dugan’s shoulder.
KEVIN
The States, that's where you're
headed.
Kevin paces. His face flush with worry.
KEVIN
I know a guy. A good
pipeline – he’ll help.                               
DUGAN
America? @#%$ had a gun.
Shotgun you could stick your
dick in. Sorry Maggy.
Maggy keeps stitching.
MAGGY
dugan honey. Sit still please.
       
DUGAN
He was ready to use it.
Me or him.
KEVIN
There's no explaining that when
you're there collecting.
               
DUGAN
Run, that's @#%$ all. It
can be sorted out.
                                                       
KEVIN
Nothing's gonna bring back that
fella O'Riley. When they start
asking the questions and you
and me don’t supply the same
answers – you'll grow old in a cot
with real killers, me joining yah.
DUGAN
I won’t go. Can't leave my
Mum alone.
                                       
KEVIN
She'll be alone with you put away.
                       
DUGAN
She can't take no more sadness.
KEVIN
She'll be fine. Better with
you safe across the sea.
                       
MAGGY
She's a sturdy women, pulled
through all right after your
father passed.
She tenderly blots his swollen face with a damp rag.
MAGGY
We'll watch over Ellen. . .
we will Son.
Maggy finishes the last stitch, wrapping white gauge
around the wound, assisting him with his shirt.
KEVIN
boy, with your talents – better
off over there. My friend, he’ll
have a place for you. And you'll
be able to earn. Send your Mum
enough for the rent and all.
DUGAN
I can’t leave her.
INT. HOTEL NIGHT CLUB – MIAMI
SUPER: THREE YEARS LATER
Deep thumping ‘house’ music surrounded by Disco lights. Surf through bodies on the dance floor TO
A STRIKING BLONDE (35) grinding into a YOUNG BUSINESS MAN (25) fondling his tie, slowly moving to his hands.
               
AND THIS IS WHEN WE MEET THE ORGAN DOCTORS