vig
02-22-2005, 12:35 AM
EXT. TEMPE ARIZONA – DAY
Dugan parks his rental outside a dive.
INT. LAMPLIGHTER
Dugan sits at the far end milking a drink. He keeps his eyes on the bartender APRIL, (20s), the picture didn’t do her justice, long flowing hair, and a models face.
EXT. CAR - LATER
Dugan waits. The NEON lights fizzle of. April comes out. A cabs already there.
EXT. THE PIT - NIGHT
The cab pulls up to another bar, lots of cars in the lot. Dugan follows her in.
INT. THE PIT
An after hours card house, the tables set down several feet on a dance floor. Tables are packed, even at this late hour. Smoke like low laying clouds.
A bar stretches twenty or so stools, patrons drink and talk about the bad beats, chicks and their problems.
April waves to GINA, the busty bartender, and heads with purpose to the back. A couple seconds behind, just blending in, Dugan follows her.
INT. BACK OFFICE
LARRY DORNICK, (35) a slime ball, with twenty dollar shoes, gold platted earnings and a mean disposition, snorts three quick lines at his desk.
April barges in. Eddie grins as she enters.
APRIL
What’s with this bullshit…
you owe me for five shifts.
LARRY
It’s been slow.
APRIL
Gina says she made three
hundred last night.
LARRY
Gina uses her tits.
She pushes the desk hard back with her foot, the mirror of ‘blow’ flies off the table. He tries to grab it but misses, gets junk on his hands and pisses him off.
LARRY
That was three-hundred dollars.
You ain’t getting ****.
He backhands her. The door opens, it's Dugan.
LARRY
Wrong door *******. Beat it.
DUGAN
Just looking for the whizzer
mate.
LARRY
Turn the **** around or
I’ll piss on you.
Dugan steps into the room, shuts the door behind.
LARRY
You deaf?
DUGAN
I can hear clearly.
Larry grabs hold of a bat that leans against the wall.
APRIL
I don’t need your help.
A welt has already forms around her cheek.
DUGAN
Looking for my merit badge.
LARRY
Think again *******.
Larry takes a cut, misses. Another swing, misses.
Dugan, like lightening, counters with a shot to the stomach. Larry buckles, goes down. Gasping. Dugan unbuttons the top button of Larry’s shirt.
DUGAN
That’ll help.
Then pushes him to the ground. April rifles through the desk. Finds what she’s looking for, money. Counts off five hundred.
APRIL
Only taking what you owe me.
Consider myself fired.
She spits on him, stuffs the money in her purse and grabs Dugan’s hand.
EXT. STREET
They stand at the curb.
APRIL
That took some guts, but
you have to change your
time zone, he’ll be
looking for you.
DUGAN
I make fast friends.
APRIL
You got a car?
DUGAN
Rental.
APRIL
How about a lift.
INT.MOTEL
Lived in, but not for keeps. A couple personal items, several outfits in the closet but other than that, it’s sterile.
APRIL
Scotch is all I got.
DUGAN
Scotch is fine.
APRIL
You’re not from around here
are you?
DUGAN
Born and raised in Brooklyn,
can’t you tell.
APRIL
Funny. Men don’t usually come
to my aide. Especially one’s
stalking me.
She hands him the drink. She tastes hers.
DUGAN
Just happened to be in the right
place at the right time. Coincedence.
APRIL
Here’s what I gather…. you sat
in the last booth for five
hours, had two beers, imported,
and looked at me… while not
looking at me all night, then
followed me… which is both creepy
and flattering.
DUGAN
You have trust issues don’t you.
APRIL
Lots.
DUGAN
Me too.
She makes herself another drink. She gives him a kiss, Dugan can’t resist. He takes her to the bed, they make love.
INT. APARTMENT – MORNING
Dugan wakes up to April pointing a gun at him.
APRIL
Time for you to go.
His wallet open on the bed. A picture of him and Tom in front of Mcdunnens.
APRIL
I know that place *******.
DUGAN
I thought we really had something.
APRIL
It would never work, seeing
How you’re looking for my father.
She throws his clothes at him. Dugan puts his pants on.
DUGAN
You’ve seen him?
DUGAN
How much does he owe you?
huh…?
DUGAN
It’s not about that.
APRIL
Under the bed there’s a bag.
Pull it out.
Dugan reaches under, feels around, grabs hold – pulls a plain bag out. Opens it. Money, lots of it wrapped in yellow money straps.
DUGAN
Where is he?
APRIL
Take what he owes you and leave.
A cell phone rings. It startles April, just long enough for Dugan to snatch the gun from her, and pushes her back. He spins the chamber. Empty.
DUGAN
Cute. Give me the phone.
APRIL
**** you *******.
She flings it against the ground, it breaks in several pieces.
APRIL
Hate those long distance bills.
The motel door flies off it’s hinges, a jacked BLACK MAN pounds through it – sees Dugan with a gun, pulls out his…
Dugan sidesteps his momentum, snatches a candle off a table and whips him with it – one shot just misses April.
Dugan kicks the gun out of his hand, as Larry comes through the door wielding his bat.
Larry
Batter up.
A wild cut. He misses, smashing the television. Dugan kicks him away and pounds a fist to the face of the ‘muscle’, but he’s big and doesn’t fall.
He charges at Dugan slamming him back against the wall and grips him in a bear hug. Shaking and squeezing the life from him.
Dugan forces his hand under the behemoths chin, creating leverage, pries his way out of the hold, drives a heel into the toe, and with a crisp shot in the knee and a sharp right to the temple, the monster goes down. Thuds to the floor and bounces up a little.
LARRY
Okay karate kid… that’s enough.
Enough.
Larry’s got a gun pointed at the head of April, his eyes locked on the bag of money.
APRIL
Shoot him. He punked you
Larry, shoot him. Shoot him.
DUGAN
Listen, what happened back at
your place, misunderstanding.
But the girl, she’s not yours.
APRIL
JesusChristlarry, show some sack.
He broke your nose. You can’t
let him get away with that.
LARRY
Everybody quiet. Quiet.
Larry inches over to the bag of money, pulling his hostage with him. He’s eyes go bright as he sees how much is actually in the bag.
DUGAN
Okay, here it is… I can’t let you
shoot me… and the people I work
for… well, they will want to know
what happened… and then come here.
Larry’s licks his lips nervously…
LARRY
I’ll trade you and this lady,
for the bag.
DUGAN
Deal.
LARRY
Bullshit.
DUGAN
Take it. It’s yours.
Larry can’t figure this out.
LARRY
I give you the girl… and you
leave without the bag.
DUGAN
Yup.
Larry rolls it around a bit. Then shoves the girl toward him.
LARRY
Walk… get going, and if you
ever come back here I’ll use
this…
DUGAN
No worries. I recommend a new
tailor and some shoes.
His muscle gets to his knees as Dugan slams a right to his face knocking this monster out cold.
Larry gets the picture.
Dugan parks his rental outside a dive.
INT. LAMPLIGHTER
Dugan sits at the far end milking a drink. He keeps his eyes on the bartender APRIL, (20s), the picture didn’t do her justice, long flowing hair, and a models face.
EXT. CAR - LATER
Dugan waits. The NEON lights fizzle of. April comes out. A cabs already there.
EXT. THE PIT - NIGHT
The cab pulls up to another bar, lots of cars in the lot. Dugan follows her in.
INT. THE PIT
An after hours card house, the tables set down several feet on a dance floor. Tables are packed, even at this late hour. Smoke like low laying clouds.
A bar stretches twenty or so stools, patrons drink and talk about the bad beats, chicks and their problems.
April waves to GINA, the busty bartender, and heads with purpose to the back. A couple seconds behind, just blending in, Dugan follows her.
INT. BACK OFFICE
LARRY DORNICK, (35) a slime ball, with twenty dollar shoes, gold platted earnings and a mean disposition, snorts three quick lines at his desk.
April barges in. Eddie grins as she enters.
APRIL
What’s with this bullshit…
you owe me for five shifts.
LARRY
It’s been slow.
APRIL
Gina says she made three
hundred last night.
LARRY
Gina uses her tits.
She pushes the desk hard back with her foot, the mirror of ‘blow’ flies off the table. He tries to grab it but misses, gets junk on his hands and pisses him off.
LARRY
That was three-hundred dollars.
You ain’t getting ****.
He backhands her. The door opens, it's Dugan.
LARRY
Wrong door *******. Beat it.
DUGAN
Just looking for the whizzer
mate.
LARRY
Turn the **** around or
I’ll piss on you.
Dugan steps into the room, shuts the door behind.
LARRY
You deaf?
DUGAN
I can hear clearly.
Larry grabs hold of a bat that leans against the wall.
APRIL
I don’t need your help.
A welt has already forms around her cheek.
DUGAN
Looking for my merit badge.
LARRY
Think again *******.
Larry takes a cut, misses. Another swing, misses.
Dugan, like lightening, counters with a shot to the stomach. Larry buckles, goes down. Gasping. Dugan unbuttons the top button of Larry’s shirt.
DUGAN
That’ll help.
Then pushes him to the ground. April rifles through the desk. Finds what she’s looking for, money. Counts off five hundred.
APRIL
Only taking what you owe me.
Consider myself fired.
She spits on him, stuffs the money in her purse and grabs Dugan’s hand.
EXT. STREET
They stand at the curb.
APRIL
That took some guts, but
you have to change your
time zone, he’ll be
looking for you.
DUGAN
I make fast friends.
APRIL
You got a car?
DUGAN
Rental.
APRIL
How about a lift.
INT.MOTEL
Lived in, but not for keeps. A couple personal items, several outfits in the closet but other than that, it’s sterile.
APRIL
Scotch is all I got.
DUGAN
Scotch is fine.
APRIL
You’re not from around here
are you?
DUGAN
Born and raised in Brooklyn,
can’t you tell.
APRIL
Funny. Men don’t usually come
to my aide. Especially one’s
stalking me.
She hands him the drink. She tastes hers.
DUGAN
Just happened to be in the right
place at the right time. Coincedence.
APRIL
Here’s what I gather…. you sat
in the last booth for five
hours, had two beers, imported,
and looked at me… while not
looking at me all night, then
followed me… which is both creepy
and flattering.
DUGAN
You have trust issues don’t you.
APRIL
Lots.
DUGAN
Me too.
She makes herself another drink. She gives him a kiss, Dugan can’t resist. He takes her to the bed, they make love.
INT. APARTMENT – MORNING
Dugan wakes up to April pointing a gun at him.
APRIL
Time for you to go.
His wallet open on the bed. A picture of him and Tom in front of Mcdunnens.
APRIL
I know that place *******.
DUGAN
I thought we really had something.
APRIL
It would never work, seeing
How you’re looking for my father.
She throws his clothes at him. Dugan puts his pants on.
DUGAN
You’ve seen him?
DUGAN
How much does he owe you?
huh…?
DUGAN
It’s not about that.
APRIL
Under the bed there’s a bag.
Pull it out.
Dugan reaches under, feels around, grabs hold – pulls a plain bag out. Opens it. Money, lots of it wrapped in yellow money straps.
DUGAN
Where is he?
APRIL
Take what he owes you and leave.
A cell phone rings. It startles April, just long enough for Dugan to snatch the gun from her, and pushes her back. He spins the chamber. Empty.
DUGAN
Cute. Give me the phone.
APRIL
**** you *******.
She flings it against the ground, it breaks in several pieces.
APRIL
Hate those long distance bills.
The motel door flies off it’s hinges, a jacked BLACK MAN pounds through it – sees Dugan with a gun, pulls out his…
Dugan sidesteps his momentum, snatches a candle off a table and whips him with it – one shot just misses April.
Dugan kicks the gun out of his hand, as Larry comes through the door wielding his bat.
Larry
Batter up.
A wild cut. He misses, smashing the television. Dugan kicks him away and pounds a fist to the face of the ‘muscle’, but he’s big and doesn’t fall.
He charges at Dugan slamming him back against the wall and grips him in a bear hug. Shaking and squeezing the life from him.
Dugan forces his hand under the behemoths chin, creating leverage, pries his way out of the hold, drives a heel into the toe, and with a crisp shot in the knee and a sharp right to the temple, the monster goes down. Thuds to the floor and bounces up a little.
LARRY
Okay karate kid… that’s enough.
Enough.
Larry’s got a gun pointed at the head of April, his eyes locked on the bag of money.
APRIL
Shoot him. He punked you
Larry, shoot him. Shoot him.
DUGAN
Listen, what happened back at
your place, misunderstanding.
But the girl, she’s not yours.
APRIL
JesusChristlarry, show some sack.
He broke your nose. You can’t
let him get away with that.
LARRY
Everybody quiet. Quiet.
Larry inches over to the bag of money, pulling his hostage with him. He’s eyes go bright as he sees how much is actually in the bag.
DUGAN
Okay, here it is… I can’t let you
shoot me… and the people I work
for… well, they will want to know
what happened… and then come here.
Larry’s licks his lips nervously…
LARRY
I’ll trade you and this lady,
for the bag.
DUGAN
Deal.
LARRY
Bullshit.
DUGAN
Take it. It’s yours.
Larry can’t figure this out.
LARRY
I give you the girl… and you
leave without the bag.
DUGAN
Yup.
Larry rolls it around a bit. Then shoves the girl toward him.
LARRY
Walk… get going, and if you
ever come back here I’ll use
this…
DUGAN
No worries. I recommend a new
tailor and some shoes.
His muscle gets to his knees as Dugan slams a right to his face knocking this monster out cold.
Larry gets the picture.