Natural stone paving driveway. Dim lights hang from poles

that run parallel. Immaculate green grass goes hand in hand

with the perfectly trimmed hedges.

Tyson’s Toyota Yaris putts itself towards the -

MANSION ENTRANCE

Stopped by a VALET, Tyson gets out of the car wearing a

draggy white shirt, track pants and flip flops.

11.

Scores of people talk and snort cocaine amongst themselves

in separate groups. Expensive dresses, tuxedos and diamonds

dress the upper class citizens of Millhaven.

Tyson smiles, takes two steps when he is cut off by:

MR. MEXICO, not Mexican, 70, tiny, decrepit, bound to an

automatic wheelchair. A little tuxedo oozes wealthy.

Tyson smiles.

Tyson shakes Mr. Mexico’s frail hand, gently.

Mr. Mexico looks Tyson up and down.

Tyson looks around at all the snazzy folk racking coke.

Mr. Mexico smiles delightfully.

Mr. Mexico winks. Tyson smiles.

(CONTINUED)

12.

CONTINUED:

Mr. Mexico leads Tyson to a set of stairs. A ramp runs

adjacent.

Mr. Mexico drives down the ramp while Tyson walks down the

stairs that lead to the --

MANSION’S MAIN HALL

Mr. Mexico beeps at people, people move. They continue

through the wealthy crowd.

Tyson looks around at the beautiful house.

Mr. Mexico stops. As does Tyson.

Massive opening. Floodlights stand at each corner of the

yard. A boxing ring sits amidst a hefty crowd. Two monsters

of men stand in the ring:

BLACKS SHORTS, 30s, white, towers over his opponent:

RED SHORTS, 30s, black, stocky with a thick beard.

Punters throw money at the Bookies.

A JUNKIE, wears an “I’m not a part of the hipster fad” tee.

Bites his nails as he bets. Speaks with a strong COCKNEY

ACCENT -

The BOOKIE happily takes his money.

BACK TO MR. MEXICO AND TYSON.

Tyson follows Mr. Mexico to the side of the --

BOXING RING

Black Shorts dominates. Dodges every punch thrown at him.

Taunts Red Shorts.

(CONTINUED)

14.

CONTINUED:

Black Shorts throws a crashing hook and like a tonne of

bricks, Red Shorts crashes to the ground. See ya later.

Black Shorts throws his hands up in victory. Screams as if

he had just won the world heavyweight title.

Mr. Mexico CLAPS and CHEERS!

Mr. Mexico turns to Tyson.

Tyson stares up at Izaak. Izaak flaunts his victory.

The crowd turns to a --

PODIUM

Mr. Mexico holds a microphone.

Tyson notices Mr. Mexico on the podium. Confused, he looks

down at where he was just seconds ago.

Tyson stands in one corner. Calm, focused. He peels his

shirt off revealing a heavily tattooed and scarred body.

Behind the works of art and war is a physique that warrants

respect.

Izaak, in the other corner, jumps around, air punching.

The Referee calls both men into the middle of the ring.

Izaak snake eyes Tyson. Tyson looks to the ground.

Both men touch gloves. Izaak backs up to his corner, doesn’t

take an eye off Tyson.

Tyson, tracks the ground as he walks to his corner.

DING DING. Tyson looks up. Game on.

Izaak bangs his fists together, cracks his neck, walks for

Tyson.

Tyson, calmly, meets him.

(CONTINUED)

16.

CONTINUED:

Izaak puts his hands up. Tyson puts his hands only

moderately up. Sloppy defense.

Izaak jabs twice. Connects with Tyson both times.

Tyson, un-phased by the solid hits, does not take an eye off

Izaak.

Izaak hits one more jab, then follows with a right hook.

Tyson weaves away from the hook. Counters with a jab of his

own. Connects.

RATTLED, Izaak shakes it off.

Izaak swings a monster left hook. Tyson ducks. Plants one on

Izaak’s ribs, followed by a jaw busting upper cut.

Lights out. Izaak hits the ropes, then CRASHES to the

ground.

The crowd. Silent.

Junkie’s heart skips a beat.

Tyson smiles. Throws his hands in the air. The crowd CHEERS

for their champion.

Junkie makes a run for it through the crowed.

Tyson helps a DROWSY Izaak to his feet, then exits.

Izaak hits the deck as soon as Tyson jumps out.

Mr. Mexico hands Tyson a wad of cash.

Mr. Mexico smiles.

(CONTINUED)

17.

CONTINUED:

Both men smile as Tyson exits.

A heavily tattooed arm taps Mr. Mexico on the shoulder. Mr.

Mexico turns. Greeted by:

MEXICAN, 30s, tattoos head to toe - gets down to Mr.

Mexico’s level. Speaks calmly.

Mr. Mexico keeps a fake smile. Frustrated.

Mexican nods.

INSERT TITLE CARD: FRIDAY

Tyson flicks his hands dry as he makes way through a five

star hotel lobby from when his overweight, grotesque BOSS

approaches from the side.

Tyson walks for the --

(CONTINUED)

18.

CONTINUED:

FRONT DOOR

Enraged, Tyson takes stance next to the rotating doors.

GRAYSON KOYLE, 21, good looking frat kid with expensive

taste - walks through the doors past Tyson.

Grayson blows him off.

Tyson shakes his head. Checks the time on his phone.

TAP, TAP, on the window. Tyson turns.

Grayson walks off.

Tyson spots Boss in the corner of his eye, staring at him as

if he were a complete idiot.

Tyson approaches Boss.

Boss takes a step back. Sweat beads fall from his forehead.

Tyson holds himself back. Bites his tongue.

Tyson walks off.

Could hear a pin drop from a mile away. Tyson strolls

through with his security uniform on, checking out the

museum and it's surroundings. He comes across a --

GLASS CABINET

Tyson, transfixed by whatever his eyes lay upon.

A security camera pans on him.

Tyson gets down level with the cabinet when --

SIRENS SOUND. The museum LIGHTS up.

Tyson JUMPS back. Looks to his left --

A CHUBBY Security Guard, 40s, balding - runs in the room.

Gun on Tyson.

Tyson throws his hands up.

Chubby SNAPS a button on the wall. SIRENS STOP. Hands

shaking. Has he ever held a gun before?

Tyson backs up. Hands in the air.

(CONTINUED)

20.

CONTINUED:

Chubby makes his way closer. Shaking, gun staring at Tyson.

Tyson looks around.

Chubby realizes something, lowers his gun. Laughs as he

shakes his head.

Tyson lowers his arms. Relieved. Smiles innocently.

A BUFF SECURITY GUARD, 30s, THICK GOLD CHAIN around neck -

runs in. Gun gripped. Ready for action.

Chubby waves him off.

Buff shakes his head in frustration. Exits.

Chubby shows Tyson to the exit.

Tyson points out his shirt logo.

Tyson turns around.

As Chubby CLOSES the doors on Tyson --

Tyson checks the outside of the building. Smiles.

Tyson drives down the freeway sucking down a large soda from

Slippery Jacks when --

500 METERS DOWN THE ROAD

A police car SCRAPES the barrier. Runs down the embankment,

then FLIPS and SMASHES into a tree.

Kiki, sits on the bed, wiping away tears. Box of tissues

spread over the bed.

The door CREEKS open. Tyson enters.

Tyson rushes to Kiki. Kneels in front, takes her hand.

No answer. Tyson bites his lip. Oh shit.

(CONTINUED)

22.

CONTINUED:

No answer. Kiki, stern.

No answer.

Tyson looks down. Kiki cries.

Kiki hesitantly lets Tyson comfort her.

(CONTINUED)

23.

CONTINUED:

Tyson kisses Kiki on her head.

Kiki looks Tyson in his eyes.

DIGITAL CLOCK: Time flicks through from 1743 to 1828.

BACK TO SCENE

Tyson looks deep into Kiki’s eyes. A look of self hate.

Kiki takes a deep breath.

Tyson hugs Kiki. Kiki dries her tears. Embraces Tyson.

INSERT TITLE CARD: SATURDAY

The kettle hits boiling point. DING.

Kiki pours herself a coffee in a travel mug. Junior digs

into his cereal like a starving dog.

Tyson enters, kisses Junior on the top of his head.

Tyson walks up behind Kiki. Kisses her neck.

(CONTINUED)

24.

CONTINUED:

Kiki turns to Tyson.

Tyson shakes his head.

Tyson laughs. Takes a seat next to Junior. Stares at him.

Tyson turns to Kiki.

Kiki smirks.

Tyson laughs.

Junior looks up with a smile on his face. Milk drips down

his chops.

(CONTINUED)

25.

CONTINUED:

Junior puts his bowl in the sink, then exits.

Tyson stands, kisses Kiki.

A decent crowd at the local diner. Middle aged waitresses

slug out the daily grind. Patrons enjoy their late breakfast

and coffee.

A clock tells the time of 11.18am.

Tyson throws down the last of his club sandwich when Julian

Uyster exits the diner.

Manager follows Julian out the door.

Tyson thoroughly enjoys the last bites of his club sandwich

when, from behind --

THROUGH WINDOW

Julian (pg 6) casually walks for a BLACK BUGATTI ATLANTIC.

Manager follows, attempts to get his attention.

From the passenger seat of his car, Julian pulls out a

silenced pump action shotgun. Turns it on the Manager.

(CONTINUED)

26.

CONTINUED:

INSIDE

A Woman SCREAMS. Tyson, along with everyone else, turns his

attention to the events outside.

THROUGH WINDOW

Without hesitation, Julian pulls the trigger. Manager FLIES

backwards --

INSIDE

SMASHING through the window.

THROUGH WINDOW

Julian gets in his car, casually takes off.

INSIDE

Tyson throws his table aside. Jumps to Managers aid. Dead.

He catches the clock. 11.20am.

The terrified crowd watches over as Tyson covers the dead

body with a table cloth.

Tyson spots a male EMPLOYEE, 20 - openly scared shitless.

Tyson waves him over.

Employee nods his head. Fights back tears and puts on a game

face.

Tyson exits.

Black smoke pours from a bus as it pulls away from a stop.

(CONTINUED)

27.

CONTINUED:

Tyson runs aside. Bangs the door.

The bus stops. Doors open. Tyson jumps in.

The bus takes off. A sign on the back tells us its next

stop - the Millhaven Museum.

Tyson hops off the bus. Walks for the museum when he

spots --

JULIAN’S BLACK BUGATTI ATLANTIC

Tyson runs over. Peeps inside. Nothing.

FADE IN:

INSERT TITLE CARD: FRIDAY

Green bush lands lay background to an endless road. Painted

on the road: “THE BAD”

Julian UYSTER - walks away from a smoked out BLACK E60 BMW

on the side of the road. Long black duffle bag hangs from

his shoulder. Cowboy boots CLAP against the asphalt road.

A PINK ENVELOPE sits in the back pocket of his jeans.

A HARLEY DAVIDSON rumbles past in the opposite direction.

Julian takes no notice.

Only the sound of a three inch straight through exhaust

SCREAMING in the distance catches his attention.

Julian needs a look. A BLACK BUGATTI ATLANTIC roars towards

him from behind.

Julian looks forward as the beautiful car approaches. Fast.

Without a look of fear. Julian walks onto the road. Right in

front of the speeding Atlantic.

The DRIVER SWERVES. Misses Julian by a thread.

(CONTINUED)

28.

CONTINUED:

The Atlantic narrowly dodges a power line as it storms off

the road into bush scrub.

Julian strolls up to the Atlantic as a cliche REDNECK hops

out.

Out of nowhere, Julian whips out a pump action, SILENCED

shotgun from his duffle bag and BLOWS Redneck into next

week.

Engine RUMBLES to life. ‘90s country music BLARES from the

stereo.

Well un-impressed, Julian ejects the CD and frisbees it out

the window.

Julian drives past a 'WELCOME TO MILLHAVEN' sign.

A CLASSIC ROCK HIT plays on the radio.

Fuel light flashes.

Julian walks through the door. Greeted by a middle aged

Female ASIAN CLERK.

Julian nods at Asian Clerk. Heads straight towards the back

of the shop to where the snacks are and makes himself a hot

dog.

Asian Clerk SCREAMS. Julian almost drops the mustard he's

about to squeeze onto his hot dog.

Julian turns to see --

(CONTINUED)

29.

CONTINUED:

Two men robbing the joint. Both wearing balaclavas. Both

talk with strong COCKNEY accents. ROBBER 1 wields a gun.

ROBBER 2 brandishes a knife.

ROBBER 1 has a gun in the face of Asian Clerk.

Asian Clerk does exactly as she’s told.

Pressing the knife up to Asian Clerks shoulder, Robber 2

gets in her ear.

Robber 1 grabs packets of chips and gum while Robber 2

taunts the clerk with his knife.

Asian Clerk fills a paper bag with all the money from the

till. She throws a few packets of cigarettes in there too.

Robber 2 grabs the bag. Runs out of the store.

Robber 1 launches a packet of chips at Asian Clerk. The bag

explodes. Chips fly everywhere. He runs out after Robber 1.

BACK TO JULIAN

Julian watches over with a vacant look. He drops his hot dog

in displeasure. Taste like shit.

Casually, he walks up to the SOBBING Asian Clerk and puts

twenty dollars on the counter.

(CONTINUED)

30.

CONTINUED:

Julian maintains eye contact with Asian Clerk as he exits.

Sun falls from the sky.

Julian cruises down a street when he spots a sign promoting

a bar. “HAPPY HOUR BETWEEN 4-6 PM”.

Julian’s dash clock tells the time: 4:01 pm. Perfect.

Run down establishment. For blue collar workers to enjoy

Friday afternoon beers. A “SALLY’S SPORTS BAR” sign above

the door promotes “BAR & GRILL”.

Julian pulls up next to a STRETCHED LIMOUSINE.

FRONT DOOR

Two SECURITY personnel escort a stumbling DRUNK from the

bar. Drunk wears a RED SHIRT and CAMO PANTS.

The drunk slurs his words in an Australian accent.

Drunk has had it. He turns to Security Guard 1. WHAM. He

KICKS him in his balls as hard as he can.

Security Guard 1 drops to his knees. Hands cupping his

balls. Teeth clenched. Agony.

Security Guard 2 body SLAMS Drunk to the ground. Puts his

knee in his back.

BACK TO JULIAN

Julian does not blink an eye at the ruckus. He walks

straight past the commotion, into --

31.

An all American bar. Nothing flash. A handful of people

drink their sorrows away. One WAITRESS work the bar.

A beautiful vintage CLOCK sits above the door frame.

Julian enters. Susses the place. He spots Grayson (pg 20)

chatting with a beautiful BLONDE. They make eye contact.

Julian quickly takes his attention off Grayson and makes his

way to the --

BAR

A tight figured, diminutive WAITRESS, 35, with sandy locks

and a strong Southern American accent - looks Julian up and

down. Like what she sees.

Waitress smirks. Pours a beer, places it in front of Julian.

Julian puts a twenty on the bar. Waitress does her thing.

Julian has a swig. Waitress returns with the change. Julian

pushes it back.

Waitress grabs a cloth and wipes the bar in front of Julian.

Julian takes another sip of his pint.

Grayson exits.

(CONTINUED)

32.

CONTINUED:

Julian heads for the --

FRONT DOOR

Julian walks out the doors. Shutting them on us.

CLOCK ABOVE DOOR

Time speeds up from 4:05pm to 4:09pm.

BACK TO FRONT DOOR

Julian walks through. Heads back to --

THE BAR

He takes a seat in front of his sweaty beer. Takes a big

sip.

Waitress returns.

Julian shakes his head.

Waitress smiles.

Julian cracks half a smile.

Julian looks to his right, to a MAN passed out on the bar,

drooling like a baby.

(CONTINUED)

33.

CONTINUED:

Tasmyn, flirtatiously taken aback. Cocks a brow.

Tasmyn rests her arms against the bar.

Tasmyn checks out the building. Shrugs her shoulders.

Tasmyn smiles.

Julian nods. Agrees.

Tasmyn picks up a tray of pint glasses from the dishwasher

below her. Takes to them with a towel.

Julian shakes his head. Nope. Has another sip.

Arms locked, Tasmyn and Julian walk to --

JULIAN’S BUGATTI ATLANTIC

Julian, like a gentleman, opens the passenger door for

Tasmyn.

Tasmyn gives Julian a horny, flirtatious smile.

Well presented. A decent sized flat screen TV suits the

clean room. A few clothes hang from the arm of the couch.

Julian takes a seat. Tasmyn grabs the clothes from the couch

arm, then plugs her phone into an iPod dock. She hits play.

She CRANKS: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - The Curse Of

Millhaven. She winks at Julian on her way into the kitchen.

Julian taps his finger against the lounge. Scouts the room.

Cupboard doors BANG from the kitchen.

Draws open. A glass SMASHES.

Tasmyn walks back on screen. A bottle of red in one hand,

two glasses in the other. She SINGS along with the music as

she walks seductively towards Julian.

She takes a seat next to Julian.

Red wine pours into a glass.

(CONTINUED)

37.

CONTINUED:

Tasmyn slides Julian a glass. Shuffles closer to him.

Like a champ, Tasmyn necks her glass of red in one hit, not

taking an eye off Julian.

Tasmyn snorts into her glass as she laughs to herself. Gives

Julian a competitive smirk.

Julian doesn't know how to feel.

Silence for a moment. Then -

Tasmyn takes a moment as she looks at Julian.

Tasmyn, surprised a little.

Julian sniffs his wine. Smiles, then has a sip.

Tasmyn raises a competitive eyebrow.

(CONTINUED)

38.

CONTINUED:

Julian stares into Tasmyn’s eyes.

Tasmyn puts her hand on Julian’s knee.

Tasmyn makes a gun with her hand and puts it to Julian’s

head. Pretends to fire.

Julian shows a cheeky smile.

Julian moves his tongue around in his mouth, thinking before

he speaks. He looks at Tasmyn, admires her.

Julian nods. Has a sip.

Julian fills his hands with water. Splashes it over his

face. Stares into the mirror. A million things running

through his bizarre brain.

He grabs a towel, dries himself off and tucks his shirt in

to hide a SPLASH of blood, then walks out into --

TASMYN'S BEDROOM

Tasmyn lies naked on the bed. Inviting Julian.

Julian takes off his jacket.

Distinctive STAR TATTOO on the back of his neck.

TASMYN’S BEDROOM – LATER

SQUEAKY CEILING FAN.

Julian sits up. Wide awake. He dresses himself. Blue jeans,

stylish jacket.

(CONTINUED)

40.

CONTINUED:

He walks around to a sleeping Tasmyn. Stares at her.

Duffle bag in the corner.

He walks off, dragging his fingertips softly down Tasmyn’s

naked body.

He grabs his bag. Opens the door.

Julian looks back. He stares at Tasmyn for a moment.

Julian inhales and exhales through his nose, turns the key.

Engine rumbles to life.

A few street lamps do a dreadful job.

A security door with a “MUSEUM PERSONNEL ONLY” sign on it.

A little intercom with a number pad next to the door.

Julian studies the door and intercom.

VOICES and FLASHLIGHTS creep from around the corner.

Julian disappears.

INSERT TITLE CARD: SATURDAY

SOOTHING MUSIC plays as Julian strolls down the aisles.

He stops when he hits the first aid kits.

He picks up the most expensive one. Walks to the --

CHEMIST COUNTER

An elderly PHARMACIST, 60s, thick rim glasses - stands

behind the counter.

A digital clock on the wall behind tells the time of 6:03am.

Julian PLONKS the first aid kit on the counter.

(CONTINUED)

41.

CONTINUED:

Pharmacist thinks of himself as a comedian. Julian isn’t

impressed.

Pharmacist can feel Julian’s glare. Acts cool. Scans the

first aid kit.

Julian taps his pockets.

An empty parking lot. Few shops next door yet to be opened.

Julian walks for his Bugatti Atlantic when a little white

car with “MILLHAVEN MUSEUM SECURITY” stickers planted across

the doors parks up in front of the chemist.

Julian stops. He watches as a SKINNY, red headed, Security

Guard gets out of the passenger door.

Skinny FLICKS his keys and WHISTLES as he walks inside the

chemist.

(CONTINUED)

44.

CONTINUED:

Inside the car sits the CHUBBY Security Guard (pg 7), behind

the wheel. Shoveling a doughnut into his mouth.

Chubby sips at his steamy large coffee with powdered sugar

smeared on his chin while steering the wheel. Skinny sits. A

train of thought hitting him like a mullet.

Car lights FLASH from behind.

Chubby puts his arm out the window. Signals to pass.

No cars pass.

FLASHES again.

Covered by 2 apartment blocks. Brick walls swallow the

security car as they pull up. Julian’s Atlantic pulls up

half a foot behind.

Chubby hops out. Puts his arms out to his sides.

Julian steps out of his Atlantic. Draws his silenced shotgun

on Chubby.

Chubby’s eyes open wide.

Julian FIRES. An ice bucket challenge of shotgun pellets.

Chubby takes flight. HAMMERS into the brick wall.

Skinny jumps out. Grabs his pistol, but is met by the sight

of a pump action shotgun barrel staring him in the face.

Skinny drops his pistol. Throws his hands in the air.

Trembling like a kitten.

(CONTINUED)

45.

CONTINUED:

Julian doesn’t take an eye off his mark as he creeps closer.

Shotgun looking down Skinny’s throat.

Julian STRIKES Skinny using the butt of his gun. KO.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE IN:

SKINNY’S P.O.V.

Regaining consciousness. Heavy Breathing. Blindfolded

vision. Can’t make out anything. RATS SQUEAL from beneath.

Head moves, left, right, left. Tries to talk. Gagged.

FOOT STEPS approach.

Skinny panics. Shakes desperately.

Blindfold removed, revealing we are --

Hasn’t seen humans in decades. Cobwebs hang rafter to

rafter. Not somewhere you want to be with a sociopath that

sees carnage as good sport.

Skinny faces the wall. Bound by ropes attached to each of

his arms and legs.

Julian stands behind, next to a steel table piled with rusty

cutting tools.

Julian removes the gag.

Skinny, in between confused as fuck and scared shitless --

Julian hops in. He puts his new, nicely folded, security

uniform on the passenger seat.

He takes a black marker that lives in a cup holder and

writes down “1,6,3,8,5” on a note pad.

The bell RINGS as Julian walks inside.

A middle aged plump MISERABLE WAITRESS that clearly hates

her life greets Julian.

Julian smiles.

Miserable Waitress leads Julian to his --

TABLE

Julian sits.

(CONTINUED)

50.

CONTINUED:

Miserable Waitress leaves. Julian plays with the zipper on

his coat when --

The DOOR BELLS RING.

Tyson walks in. Julian looks up at him. Tyson looks back.

Cleaning his chops with a napkin, Julian walks for his

Atlantic.

Manager follows. Julian throws the napkin aside.

Julian pulls up out front the museum.

Wearing his museum security uniform, he jumps out of his

Atlantic, grabs the duffle bag then makes way for the --

Julian punches in 1,6,3,8,5 on the keypad.

RING RING.

Camera above the door PANS on Julian.

The light turns green. The door BUZZES open.

Julian enters the --

51.

Julian approaches a desk that hosts a FAT WOMAN with a ‘I

don’t really care about my job’ attitude about her, sitting

behind a computer.

Behind the desk stands a BUFF SECURITY GUARD (pg 7) - taking

stance next to a door. The door has a sign: ‘MUSEUM SECURITY

ROOM’

A clock on the wall tells the time of 11:30 am.

Fat Woman thinks of a name.

A light bulb goes off in Fat Woman's head.

Fat Woman susses Julian’s duffle bag.

Fat Woman slides a clipboard with some paperwork on it over

to Julian.

Julian signs the paperwork. Fat Woman BUZZES the door behind

her.

Julian, about to walk through when a picture of Peter

appears on Fat Woman’s computer screen.

She looks at Julian.

(CONTINUED)

52.

CONTINUED:

Julian stops. Caught out.

Filled with TV’s that show the entire museum’s security

footage. An OLD TIMER security guard, watches over the

monitors with his feet kicked up.

SILENCED SHOT GUN BLASTS. Followed by a loud THUMP against

the door.

Old Timer stands. Pulls his gun. Takes aim on the door.

The door opens. Buff Security Guard’s body SLUMPS down. A

pool of blood streams inside.

Old Timer approaches. Slowly. Calm. He's done this before.

The handle of Julian’s shotgun swings in. KO’s Old Timer.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE IN:

INSERT TITLE CARD: FRIDAY

Cold concrete walls besiege the dark, macabre dungeon like

room that would send chills down the spine of any cutthroat.

In the middle of the room, tied to a chair by the wrists and

ankles sits:

JUNKIE (pg 15), wears an “I’m not a part of the hipster fad”

tee, blindfolded and gagged. Terrified. Guarded by:

MEXICAN GANGSTER, 30s, face tattoos, gold teeth clenched as

he aims his AK47 up on Junkie from behind.

Mexican (pg 19), talks on a corded phone.

Mexican moves around impatiently. Listening.

(CONTINUED)

53.

CONTINUED:

Mexican walks OFF SCREEN. Phone cord still attached,

dragging along the ground. Listening.

Mexican walks back ON SCREEN. Listening.

Mexican SMASHES the phone down with anger. Repeatedly.

A small, dilapidated room. Penises spray painted on the

walls. A torn up couch, a little box TV plays cartoons and

two single beds at each end furnish the shit hole. Written

all over a nudie poster on the wall: “THE WEIRD”

ALISTER, early 30s, shaved black hair, wears a beat up

collared shirt with a set of aviators. No pants on, just

undies. He flicks a lighter, trying to light a crack pipe.

He sits next to his brother:

CARRICK, early 30s, malnourished, but could be good looking

with a bit of effort. Wears a novelty shirt and like his

brother, isn’t a fan of pants.

Both men speak with strong COCKNEY accents at 100 mph.

Alister eventually lights the pipe, takes a hit, then blows

a cloud of smoke above his head. Relaxed.

Alister the pipe to Carrick. Carrick indulges.

(CONTINUED)

54.

CONTINUED:

Alister stands.

A compact pistol sits on a bong ridden table. Alister picks

it up and shakes his head at it.

Alister laughs at his own joke.

Under a bridge. A graffiti ridden shipping container in the

slums of town. A gas guzzling generator makes a hell of a

noise on top.

The Junkies exit the container. Bulk smoke streams out the

door. They head towards a --

Busted up GREEN FORD CAPRI.

Carrick steers out from under bridge onto a homeless street.

Alister takes the wheel. Carrick takes a hit from the pipe.

Carrick takes over the wheel.

Middle of the desert.

(CONTINUED)

57.

CONTINUED:

Carrick goes for the fuel pump. Alister walks into --

A BUZZER sounds. Alister strolls in. Suspicious, he looks

around, up and down.

SERVICE STATION COUNTER

OLD CLERK, chubby, wrong side of 60s, grease coated overalls

make him look the part - stands behind the counter.

Alister approaches.

A YOUNG FAMILY trapped inside their car. Carrick acts like a

gorilla, noises and everything. Jumps around the car.

Smacking it with the side of his fists.

Carrick rips a fire extinguisher from its holster. Unleashes

foam onto the family car.

Kids SCREAM from inside as the family car takes off, leaving

a cloud of smoke behind it’s back wheels.

Alister KNOCKS on the window.

THROUGH WINDOW

Carrick turns around.

Alister puts his hands out. What the fuck are you doing?

Carrick acts cool. Slips into the passenger seat of their

Capri.

Old Clerk grabs a bat from the overhead.

Old Clerk moves around the counter. Eyes on Carrick.

Alister runs to the Capri. YELLING GIBBERISH.

Key turns. Foot to the floor.

Green bush lands. Birds enjoy their roadkill feast.

In the distance: The Junkies Capri ROARS towards us. Pedal

to the metal. Gaining fast as it can. Which isn’t very fast.

Almost here.

The birds skedaddle. One bird doesn’t make a quick enough

escape.

SPLAT. Feathers explode.

HEAVY METAL plays THROUGH THE ROOF. Both men HEAD BANGING.

Alister almost hitting the steering wheel with his head,

until the --

Stereo CRAPS OUT.

Utter disappointment. They gaze upon the stereo like it were

a spaceship. No idea what to do.

Carrick pushes button.

Alister finally decides to look up at the road. He SWERVES.

Narrowly misses a HARLEY DAVIDSON in the opposite lane.

Bikie pulls up on the side of the road, jumps off his bike.

Alister RAMS the back end of the Harley Davidson, sending it

meters forward. Bikie LEAPS out of the way.

Alister and Carrick both get out.

Bikie goes Alister. Alister pulls the compact pistol. Walks

towards Bikie with the nozzle to his face.

Without hesitation, Bikie knocks Alister for six. Alister

flies back onto the bonnet of the Capri.

(CONTINUED)

63.

CONTINUED:

Gun hits the ground.

Carrick comes from the side with the biggest punch he can

muscle up. Taps Bikie on the cheek. Nothing.

Bikie turns to Carrick. Head butt. Carrick drops.

Bikie moves to his bike. Picks it up.

Alister gets himself together. Goes for the back seat of the

Capri. Pulls out a metal baseball bat.

Bikie looks over the damage of his bike.

From behind. Alister WHACKS Bikie over the back of the head.

Bikie drops to the side. Out cold. Harley Davidson falls

with him.

Alister swipes Bikie’s wallet from his back pocket. Looks

inside. A pile of hundreds. He pockets the cash. Notices --

Carrick, trying to find his feet. Alister picks up his gun,

then helps his brother.

The Junkies stumble into the Capri. Alister starts her up.

Alister and Carrick laugh as the Capri burns off.

BIRDS EYE VIEW: The Junkie’s Capri screams past.

The Capri’s breaks SCREECH. They turn down the street

backing onto the Service Station.

Alister and Carrick, now sport a thumping black eye each.

(CONTINUED)

64.

CONTINUED:

Both wearing balaclavas. Alister and Carrick jump out of the

car.

Alister passes the gun to Carrick. Not to worry, Alister

pulls out a flick knife.

They make way for the --

SERVICE STATION 1 ENTRANCE

The Junkies walk inside.

Julian’s Atlantic sits at the pump.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE IN:

Alister and Carrick run down the side back to the Capri.

Carrick jumps in the driver’s seat, Alister rides passenger.

Still wearing his balaclava.

Carrick turns the key. Takes off like a rocket.

Alister lights up a smoke. Counts the loot. He can’t count.

Alister shows Carrick the loot.

Carrick, frustrated.

The sun drowns. Closing time.

The two bozos in their Capri, drive into the parking lot and

park right in front of the gun store, taking up two parking

spaces.

One CUSTOMER stands up the back of the shop, reading through

a brochure.

Alister and Carrick walk through, sussing out all the guns

along the way to the --

COUNTER

GUN MAN, 40s, poster boy for the NRA - standing behind the

counter, looks Alister and Carrick over as they approach.

Alister leans up on the counter. Carrick stands behind. Both

with a stupid look on their face.

Alister and Carrick stare at Gun Man. Not impressed.

M sixteen on the wall.

Alister and Carrick run from the store. Jump in their Capri.

Sirens BLARE. A SQUAD CAR pulls up behind. Blocks them in.

Two POLICE OFFICERS get out of the car. OFFICER 1 takes aim

on Alister. OFFICER 2 squares up on Carrick.

Alister shoves the magnum down his pants, fills his pockets

with bullets.

The Junkies put their hands where the Officers can see them.

The two Police Officers approach the car. One each side.

Carefully, they open the doors.

Alister and Carrick do as they’re told. Hands visible.

Alister and Carrick both get out of the car. Slowly.

Officer 1 grabs Alister. Officer 2 grabs Carrick. They shove

them on the bonnet and cuff them.

The Officers rough the Junkies up as they throw them in the

back of the squad car.

69.

The Junkies sit back, behind a cage. Officer 1 drives.

Officer 2 smiles. Alister overhears.

Alister moves around in his seat. Officer 2 catches him in

the rear vision mirror. Turns to Alister.

Officer 2 looks ahead.

Alister gets himself free of the cuffs. Quickly loads 3

bullets into the magnum.

Officer 2 turns to see Alister: Out of his cuffs loading the

hand cannon.

Officer 2 goes for his gun. Alister beats him to the mark.

Carrick takes cover.

Alister SHOOTS Officer 2 in the face. Blood sprays over the

windshield and dash.

Officer 1 slows the car down.

(CONTINUED)

70.

CONTINUED:

Officer 1 speeds the car up.

Officer 1 searches his belt for the keys. Slyly, he goes for

his gun.

Alister sees it coming.

BANG.

Officer 1’s head hits the HORN. Dead.

Horn BOOMING. The squad car scrapes along the barrier until

it ends. Veers off the road, down the embankment.

The front wheel hits a ditch, sending the car FLIPPING like

a football punted by a woman.

A thick tree stands its ground as the squad car SMASHES into

it, coming to an immediate halt.

The squad car lands back upright on all four.

The 2 officers have been smudged. Unrecognizable.

The front end of the car is completely obliterated, while by

some miracle the back seat isn’t so bad.

Alister and Carrick survived. Somehow. Both men look exactly

like the day they’ve had. Shit.

As Alister and Carrick crawl from the wreckage, Tyson

approaches.

Alister and Carrick walk away from Tyson.

Tyson susses the car. Two dead cops.

Alister stops, turns around, looking at Tyson as if he were

stupid.

Alister shakes his head, continues on his way.

Alister and Carrick stop.

(CONTINUED)

72.

CONTINUED:

Tyson walks towards Alister and Carrick.

Alister pulls out his magnum. Shows it off.

Tyson slows down. Approaches with caution.

Alister puts the barrel in Tyson’s direction.

Tyson, weary. Continues slow.

Alister’s finger tightens.

Magnum about to pop.

Tyson creeps closer.

Tyson stops when in the corner of his eye --

An elder male: BOB, 60s, hard old boy, scar across his

throat - scales the embankment.

Bob notices the situation. Stops. Looks it over.

Alister swings his gun on Bob. Bob stands his ground.

Tyson moves towards Bob.

Alister and Carrick jump back in their Capri.

A Kombi van drives off, TOOTING THE HORN.

Alister looks over his gun. Not happy.

Alister has the gun aimed at the roof. Pulls the trigger.

Click. Click.

He realizes something.

Carrick shakes his head.

The Junkies Ford Capri reverses out and drives off.

Opposite the Millhaven Museum.

Carrick pulls out the loot from the robberies.

Clock on the dash tells the time of 9:04 pm.

Alister turns his attention to the Museum.

Alister keeps his eyes on the museum. Taps his teeth.

Alister looks at Carrick with genuine interest.

Alister has a change of heart. Smiles.

Busy as any Friday night on the town would be. Alister and

Carrick dodge party goers.

Alister sucks down a cigarette. Carrick struts.

Grayson (snubbed Tyson at hotel), with his flash outfit,

BARGES through the middle. Knocks Carrick.

Grayson MUMBLES UNDER HIS BREATH. Continues to walk away.

Alister, not impressed at all.

Grayson ignores Alister.

Carrick pulls Alister around a corner and into --

SHADY FOLKS STRIP CLUB

A bum, passed out on his cardboard bed, wears a pretty

snazzy watch. Time turns from 9.46pm to 10.24am.

Shadows evolve.

INSERT TITLE CARD: SATURDAY

Street now dead. Alister and Carrick stumble out of the

club. Wipe their eyes to the light of day.

Alister leads off to piss on the wall of the club. Carrick

finds himself.

Carrick pulls up at the back of the museum.

A Ferrari 488 GTB RED LINES before taking off like a bat out

of hell.

78.

Grayson KOYLE (Bumped into Carrick), receives a head job

from a young BRUNETTE.

Swerving in and out of traffic, Grayson rolls his eyes back

in pleasure.

He shows the facial expressions of ejaculating.

Brunette wipes her mouth as she lifts her head. She should

be at the Playboy mansion. Not sucking this douche bag off.

Brunette sits back in her seat, smiles.

Grayson pulls up. Brunette gets out. She cat walks around to

Grayson’s window, puts her hand out for money.

Grayson puts his foot down. Almost runs over Brunette’s

feet.

DOWN THE ROAD

Grayson throws her panties out of the window.

Beautifully presented. Modern but tropical. Gorgeous palm

trees run along the driveway. GARDENER’S slave away.

Grayson drives through the gates and up to the --

(CONTINUED)

79.

CONTINUED:

FRONT DOOR

Grayson gets out. A GARDENER looks at him.

Grayson walks inside.

Gardener flips him off behind his back.

Everything modern. Beautiful varnished solid timber.

Grayson walks through to the --

LOUNGE ROOM

Massive, state of the art TV. A Spartan lounge suite looks

as cushy as a cloud.

Grayson’s father MR. KOYLE, 50s, tall, aging well - watches

TV.

Grayson hesitantly obeys his orders. Mr. Koyle stands up and

over an intimidated Grayson.

A Distinctive STAR TATTOO on Mr. Koyle’s hand.

(CONTINUED)

80.

CONTINUED:

Grayson drops his lip. Mr. Koyle grabs his cheeks, squeezes.

Mr. Koyle lets go. Grayson hesitantly nods.

This takes Grayson by surprise.

Mr. Koyle SLAPS Grayson, Firmly.

Grayson backs down like a terrified house pet.

Mr. Koyle nods for the door.

Grayson sighs and walks for the exit.

Mr. Koyle picks up his phone. Dials a number. Phone to ear.

INTERCUT WITH UNKNOWN OFFICE

A mobile phone BUZZES on the desk. Unknown Man answers.

(CONTINUED)

81.

CONTINUED:

INTERCUT WITH KOYLE MANSION

Grayson SLAMS the front door shut. Jumps in his Ferrari.

FRONT YARD

Grayson drives over some freshly clipped grass on his way

out, leaving mud marks on the grass and driveway.

Gardener runs down, swinging a rake.

Grayson's Ferrari is parked out front of a college dorm.

Jerry, 20, short, fuzzy hair, wears a batman tee with thick

rim glasses - stands befuddled.

Grayson, seated on Jerry’s office chair. Feet kicked up on

the computer desk.

Jerry stands with a lean, hands on hips with attitude.

Grayson walks to his Ferrari, phone to ear -

Listens.

INSERT TITLE CARD: FRIDAY

Grayson walks the tarmac, towards a --

PRIVATE JET.

A good looking STEWARDESS greets him at the door.

Grayson pinches the stewardess on the ass. Enters the cabin.

Grayson buttons the cuffs of his Armani shirt, overlooking

the city through glass walls as if he were king.

His phone RINGS.

INTERCUT WITH JERRY’S DORM ROOM

Jerry works his computer. Shoulder holding up his phone.

A GOLD CLOCK above the elevator tells the time of 3:17 pm.

Grayson enters. The DRIVER turns around.

CAB

Driver looks in the rear vision mirror at Grayson.

Grayson rolls his eyes back. Winds the window up that

separates him from the driver.

Grayson throws a few notes at Driver as he walks past the

door.

Grayson struts past security, right up to the --

BAR

Greeted by Tasmyn. Grayson takes a lean.

Grayson shows his identification.

Grayson pays Tasmyn. Tasmyn does her thing. Grayson turns to

see:

A BLONDE, 20s, a sight for sore eyes. Chest falling out of

her top - plays billiards with:

JOHN, rough, but decent looking, RED SHIRT, CAMO PANTS. Both

enjoying each others company.

BACK TO GRAYSON

Tasmyn hands Grayson his drink and change.

Grayson snubs Tasmyn, walks to the --

BILLIARD TABLE

Grayson walks right up to Blonde and John and takes a seat.

(CONTINUED)

88.

CONTINUED:

John, taken aback. Blonde, interested.

Grayson cuts Blonde off completely. Full attention on John.

Blonde sits confused.

John, proud.

John doesn’t know how to take the backhanded insult.

Blonde giggles.

Mr. Koyle paces impatiently around the island kitchen bench.

Mr. Koyle’s BUTLER, 60s, pompous English accent - approaches

from the side.

John’s fired up. Two BOUNCERS hold John back. Grayson acts

innocent. Blonde watches over.

Grayson laughs at John as the Bouncers struggle to push him

out the door.

He looks at Blonde, shrugs his shoulders.

Blonde smiles. Grayson gives her another wink.

FRONT DOOR

Julian walks in.

BACK TO GRAYSON AND BLONDE

(CONTINUED)

91.

CONTINUED:

Grayson turns his attention to Julian. Then back to Blonde.

Grayson’s phone RINGS.

Grayson turns from Blonde.

INTERCUT WITH JERRY’S DORM ROOM

Jerry jumps from his desk and walks around the room.

Computer screen lights the room.

INTERCUT WITH SALLY’S SPORTS BAR

INTERCUT WITH JERRY’S DORM ROOM

INTERCUT WITH SALLY’S SPORTS BAR

(CONTINUED)

92.

CONTINUED:

Grayson hangs up on Jerry.

Grayson turns back to Blonde.

Grayson puts back the rest of his scotch.

Blonde smiles. Grayson puts his hand on hers. Turns to exit.

Grayson turns back.

Grayson smiles.

Grayson sucks the life out of a cigarette as he walks for

his limousine when he is cut off by --

Julian. Duffle bag over his shoulder.

Driver, ear phones in, listens to a HIP TUNE, scrolling

through his phone. Completely oblivious to the events --

THROUGH THE WINDOW

(CONTINUED)

94.

CONTINUED:

Grayson walks away from Julian.

Julian turns, pulls his duffle bag to his front. Opens it

slightly.

Julian peels his duffle bag zipper. Shotgun revealed --

GLASS AND TIN POUR INTO A RECYCLING BIN.

Julian stops. Looks over at --

Tasmyn, emptying a bin. She smiles at Julian.

Julian smiles back. Closes his duffle bag. Watches Grayson

get in the limo.

Blonde joins Grayson. Grayson pounces, she doesn’t resist.

FRONT SEAT

Driver opens the window.

Grayson pulls his face away from Blonde.

Blonde smiles.

Grayson smiles. He knows he’s getting laid.

START FAST FORWARD:

Grayson and Blonde make out in the back of the limo until

they arrive at -

95.

They make their way from the limo, through reception and up

to the penthouse.

They get naked. Grayson’s ass moves like a sewing machine as

he pumps Blonde on the couch while the sun goes down.

END FAST FORWARD.

Grayson fall back and wipes the sweat from his head.

Jerry opens the door to -

Mr. Koyle. Staring daggers at him.

Jerry GULPS.

Mr. Koyle enters. Jerry shitting himself, backs into the

corner.

Mr. Koyle looks at the computer screen. A hack is running.

He glares back at Jerry, who is almost hyperventilating.

Mr. Koyle motions towards Jerry's phone on his bed.

Jerry moves to his bed to where his phone is charging. He

punches the screen with his texting fingers.

Mr. Koyle looks around. Moves towards Jerry.

Jerry nods.

The crowd’s sturdy. People dressed for a night out walk to

and from clubs.

Grayson jumps out of the Limousine with Blonde and hands a

wad of cash to Driver.

Driver TAKES OFF.

Grayson flips him off.

Right next to Grayson pulls up another BLACK LIMOUSINE. The

door OPENS.

Grayson, taken by surprise when Unknown Man’s Nephew gets

out and towers over Grayson.

Blonde scrams.

Nephew grabs Grayson by the scruff of his collar, then

launches him into the back seat of the limo as if he were a

Rag Doll.

97.

Sat next to a BLACK GANGSTER. Grayson acts like a spooked

dog in a cage. Whimpering like a bitch.

Nephew gets in after Grayson. Sits opposite. Shakes his

head.

Grayson, close to imploding.

Grayson’s got no idea.

Grayson, calming down.

Grayson, more confused than scared.

Shoved from the car, CLUB PATRONS side step Grayson as he

falls onto the sidewalk.

The door SLAMS shut before the limousine takes off.

Grayson stands. Acts cool. Whips out his phone.

No answer.

Grayson hangs up the phone. Brushes himself off. He turns to

make tracks down the sidewalk.

Alister and Carrick approach. Grayson BARGES through the

middle of them.

Grayson keeps walking.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE IN:

INSERT TITLE CARD: SATURDAY

Fully loaded. People stand shoulder to shoulder to witness

this once in a lifetime exhibit.

Engraved on the GLASS CABINET: “THE BEAUTIFUL”

A clock on the wall shows 11:57am.

(CONTINUED)

101.

CONTINUED:

Julian stands on one side of the room in his museum security

uniform and duffle bag over his shoulder. Mesmerized by a

beautiful painting.

Alister walks past, scratching his arms. Off his head, he

bumps into an ELDERLY MAN.

Elderly Man shrugs Alister off. Alister continues on his way

through the crowd.

Unbeknownst to Alister, he walks past:

Tyson, who notices Alister. Tyson raises an eyebrow. I know

that guy.

Young Mother pulls along her Daughter past Tyson. She leads

off to the --

GLASS CABINET

Few people stand around, gazing inside. Enchanted by what's

inside. Young Mother joins in. (We don't see the watch)

Daughter looks inside. Shrugs her shoulders. Meh.

Julian approaches. Looks into the cabinet.

A clock on the wall clicks to 11:59am.

INSERT: ONE MINUTE COUNTDOWN

Alister rocks up, right next to Julian. Looking around.

Anxious. Julian notices.

Grayson walks through the crowed. He checks his watch

He looks around. Searching.

He finds his target:

Julian, on the other side of a thick crowed.

Young Mother and Daughter next to the Glass Cabinet.

Daughter, restless.

(CONTINUED)

102.

CONTINUED:

Young Mother sighs and takes her daughter off into the

crowed.

Grayson takes a deep breath. Clinches his the gun in the

back of his pants.

Julian and Alister stand side by side, looking at the watch

with a crowed of people around them.

Alister raises an eyebrow.

Alister thinks to himself for a moment. Mouths "What the

fuck".

SPRINKLERS SPRAY FROM THE ROOF

A displeased crowed head for the exits.

Julian looks up at the water coming down.

Alister looks around. He catches Grayson in the corner of

his eye, behind Julian, walking towards him.

Grayson approaches. Draws his gun.

Alister in the line of fire. Sees Grayson pulling a gun in

his general direction.

Grayson takes aim on Julian. Hesitates.

Alister acts quick. He raises his magnum right in front of

Julian's face.

A Woman SCREAMS.

Julian hits the deck.

(CONTINUED)

103.

CONTINUED:

Grayson's eyes open wide when he sees the barrel of a magnum

looking down his throat.

Alister FIRES. Hitting Grayson in the chest. He fires 3 more

rounds into Grayson's chest and body as he falls back.

The museum ERUPTS.

SCREAMING civilians run wild.

Alister freaks out. He PUSHES the Glass Cabinet over.

SMASHING it.

The watch is for the taking.

A brave Security Guard takes out Alister from the side with

a thumping tackle.

Julian gets to his feet. Pulls out his shotgun. He sees the

watch. Picks it up.

Another SECURITY GUARD runs for Julian.

Julian takes aim.

SHOOTS.

A CIVILIAN in the way gets BLOWN AWAY with Security Guard.

Julian see’s red. Shoots three Security guards and two more

civilians.

Bodies fly everywhere.

The crowd wears thin.

Alister wrestles with his Security Guard on the ground.

He manages to get a elbow to Security Guards temple. Knocks

him out.

Julian makes for a sly getaway.

Alister catches him in the act as he gets out from under a

unconscious Security Guard and SHOOTS Julian in his leg.

Julian's leg crumbles. He drops to a knee.

(CONTINUED)

104.

CONTINUED:

Alister gets to his feet. Wipes his mouth. Stretches his

back.

Alister walks over to Julian.

Julian looks up. No fear in his eyes. Stares at Alister

as --

Alister lines up on Julian’s head.

WHACK. Out of nowhere, Tyson king hits Alister.

Alister goes down like a sack of potatoes.

Tyson turns to Julian, struggling to his feet.

Julian tends to his wound when he notices Tyson, coming at

him with purpose.

Julian turns his gun in Tyson’s direction.

Tyson stops.

Squeezes trigger.

CLICK.

Julian's face drops. Tyson smirks. Continues towards Julian.

Julian drops his gun, throws a weak punch at Tyson.

Tyson takes the hit like a trooper and grabs Julian by his

throat.

Julian CHOKES and struggles as he tries to break free from

Tyson’s grip.

Tyson releases Julian, then HOOKS him in the stomach.

Julian drops to a knee, gasps for air, coughs blood.

Tyson grabs the watch from Julian’s pocket. Knees him in the

face, sending him onto his back with a BUSTED nose.

The museum, now empty.

Sprinklers STOP.

Tyson makes a run for an exit.

(CONTINUED)

105.

CONTINUED:

BANG.

Tyson stops in his tracks. Eye’s roll to the back of his

head. Drops.

Alister gathers himself. GUN SMOKING.

He gets to his feet, stumbles to Tyson’s body and grabs the

watch.

He turns to --

Julian, PUMPS HIS SHOTGUN.

Julian SHOOTS.

Alister FLIES back into the wall. Completely DESTROYS a

painting.

Julian limps over to Alister’s corpse. Takes the watch.

Out of nowhere, Carrick SHOULDER CHARGES Julian.

Shotgun slides across the ground.

Carrick CRASHES into the wall.

Julian SMASHES through a table.

Julian stays down.

Carrick gets to his feet. Cracks his neck.

Carrick scoops up the shotgun. PUMPS it, then makes his way

over to Julian.

Julian looks up at his maker. No emotion.

Carrick puts the barrel in Julian’s face.

Finger tightens on trigger.

From behind, a TAZER STRIKES Carrick. He HITS THE DECK.

A remaining Security GUARD behind the tazer, lets go of the

trigger.

(CONTINUED)

106.

CONTINUED:

Carrick, down for the count.

Guard puts his hand out for Julian, helps him to his feet.

As Guard puts handcuffs on Carrick, Julian, from behind

picks up his shotgun and turns it on Guard.

FIRES ONE.

Julian tosses the shotgun aside, then limps for the exit.

FADE TO BLACK

RADIO TUNES.

FADE IN:

A bandage tied firm around Julian’s wound. His nose severely

busted with a band-aid hanging from it.

Julian plays with the watch as he steers.

Julian turns the radio off.

107.

A quiet street. Dogs bark from around the back. Sprinklers

feed the grass.

A YOUNG BOY, 10, plays with a remote control car on the

driveway. He bogs it in the grass.

Julian parks his Bugatti Atlantic out front of the house.

Julian looks at Young Boy. Signals for him to come.

Intrigued, Young Boy does exactly that.

Julian throws him a genuine smile and hands the watch to

Young boy.

Excited, Young boy runs off into his house with the watch.

HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET

The front door opens. Tasmyn walks out with a suitcase.

Waves at Julian.

Tasmyn jumps in. Smiles at Julian. He smiles back.

FADE TO BLACK

THE END