20-20 HINDSIGHT 

First draft

Written by
Paul de Vrijer
&
Jasper Kelderman

Int. The Room - NIght
The irritating ring of a doorbell. JOHN opens his eyes, surprised by the sound. He sits on a sofa and observes his surroundings like he just woke up.
The bell RINGS again. It snaps John into reality and he walks over to the door. He peeks through the peephole..
EXT. Outside - Night
It's calm outside, not a soul to be seen.
Int. The room - ConTINUOUS
John hesitates but then opens the door slowly
The door SLAMS open, making John flinch. In front of him stands a man with a gun aimed at his head. Point blank range.
John desperately searches for eye contact with the man, but it's inevitable...
BLAM the gun goes of, splattering John's brain all over the hall. John's body falls backwards, eyes still open. It SLAMS the ground and blood starts pouring onto it.
John's lifeless body stares at the ceiling, blood staining the floor.
MONTAGE - FAST REWIND of last few shots
SLAM CUT TO:
INT. THE ROOM - NIGHT
The irritating sound of a doorbell once again. John's eyes are awakened with surprise and confusion. He feels his forehead, it's still intact. The bell rings once more.
John hesitates, but then stands up and walks to the front door. Trembling and slowly he inches forward. He wants to peek through the hole, but he's afraid to. 
Instead, he slides the deadlock on the door and backs away from it. Hands begin to pound the door from outside. They know he's there. 
VOICE (V.O.)
Open up! It's your neighbor!
More pounding. John grabs the nearby broom, perhaps trying to use it as a weapon of defense. The pounding suddenly stops.
Absolute silence as John makes his stand, he creeps towards the door and holding his broom firmly in his hand his head moves towards the peephole...
CRASH glass breaks nearby. John looks over his shoulder, to see his assailant has barged into his home. John readies his broom but it's again too late
BLAM the gun blasts John against the front door. As his head slides downward it leaves a red trail on the front door. John's eyes stare into oblivion.
MONTAGE - FAST REWIND of last few shots
SLAM CUT TO:
INT. THE ROOM - Night
The irritating but all too familiar doorbell rings again. John is suddenly awoken again, he realizes he's still alive. He checks his hands and head when the doorbell rings once again. 
He walks into the KITCHEN and goes through some drawers. He grabs a knife and surveys it. It's too small. So he checks another drawer and grabs a bigger KNIFE. The pounding on the door ensues 
VOICE (V.O.)
Open up! It's your neighbor!
John slowly stalks towards the window and hides near the wall behind the curtain. He opens the window slowly to see the man pounding on the door. The hitman stops slamming his fists. John sneaks to his hiding place awaiting his prey. 
The man wants to slam the window open with his gun, but then notices the window is ajar. He pushes open the window, gun ready to shoot. 
JOHN lurches from behind the man and cuts his throat. The man goes down with a bit of a struggle. He falls Face forward flat against the floor.
The hitman's dead. John crawls over to his dead body and checks his pulse
HITMAN No. 2 (O.S.)
What the fuck?!
John looks over his shoulder, there's a SECOND hit man standing outside, looking through the window.
He aims his gun and blasts the panicking John away. John's body slums over the hitman's corpse.
Life's seeping from his eyes
MONTAGE - REWIND OF LAST FEW SHOTS
SLAM CUT TO:
INT. the room - NIGHT
It's the same doorbell we all know so well. John's wide awake. He looks pissed as he runs into the kitchen.
John immediately grabs the good drawer and grabs the big KNIFE. He walks over to the window, stealthy like a tiger. The pounding on the door starts, as John opens the window and hides behind the curtains.
VOICE (V.O.)
Open up! It's your neighbor!
EXT. OUTSIDE - NIght
Hitman no. 1 slams on the door with even more power. Hit man 2 taps him on the shoulder and nudges for the window. 
Hitman 1 walks over to it and wants to break the window but then sees it's already open. He carefully pushes the window further open and climbs inside.
From out of nowhere John grabs and slits Hitman 1's throat. 
Hitman no.2 is oblivious to the actions and decides to take in a peek as well. He spots hitman 1's dead body on the ground
Hitman no. 2
What the fuck?!
The front door creaks open and out comes John, his gun aimed at Hitman no. 2. The hitman immediately goes for his own gun.
He blasts hitman 2, but the shot isn't instantly fatal. The hitman in turn blasts John's stomach. John fires again throwing the hitman 2 back against the cold stone floor.
John clutches his side. He's badly wounded. He slums against the wall and breathes deeply a few times.
A RINGTONE of a CELLPHONE interrupts him. He searches his pockets to find his phone and then accepts the call
EXT. Outside apartment building - NIGHT
Kurt is on the otherside of the line.
Kurt
They figured us out man! They are coming to fuck us up!
JOhn
(over phone)
No kidding. They already got to me.
INT. THE ROOM - Night
John tries to drag the lifeless body of Hitman 2 inside while holding the phone between neck and shoulder, but the pain keeps him from hiding the corpse. He lets go and lets himself fall into a chair. He observes his wound again.
Kurt
You still there?
John
Yeah, but not for long. They got me Kurt. Grab a pad and write down my last words.
KURT
JESUS! You gotta be kidding me. You told me this deal was going to go smooth.
(imitating john's voice)
Don't worry Kurt, they'll never find out. We're too fucking smart and they are fucking clueless
(normal voice)
Well so far they already got to you. And they are probably after my ass too.
John grunts, his wound is really starting to kill him.
John
You got that pen ready yet?
KURT
You can write those words in your own fucking blood John. I'm already in your building and I'm coming to clean up this mess that you made.
EXT. Apartment building - Night
Kurt enters the floor John's apartment is on. He walks steadily and with determination
John
(over phone)
You're already here?
KURT
Yeah, so hold tight and don't you fucking die on me.
Kurt hangs up the phone.
INT. THe room - night
John is slumped in the chair. Pale as a ghost. He has dropped his cellphone on the ground.
SUDDENLY another RINGTONE breaks the silence. It's coming from one of the Hitman's corpses. John's in too much pain to even get to there. After five rings it just stops.
The front door CREAKS open. John's afraid of what might show up there.
It's Kurt. He surveys the room with disbelief and then walks over to John, nearly tripping over Hitman's 1 body.
KURT
Fuck you look raped
JOhn
(weakly)
I wish 
Kurt walks over to John and checks the wound. He then backs up and looks through the room.
KURT
So I assume you still have the money
John's faces frowns and he unleashes his anger
JOHN
Fuck! You care about the money? I'm about to kick the fucking bucket. Far far away.
KURT
Let me rephrase that...
Kurt pulls a gun and aims it at John's pale head
Kurt
Where's the fucking money you lowlife piece of shit horsecrapping dead fucking ghost!?
John throws back a big smile. Ear to ear.
JOHN
Incase you haven't realised it yet Sherlock. I'm pretty much dead already. You can kiss your beachhouse and silicon wife goodbye.
Kurt curls his lip. He hesitates as John watches him with a grin. 
Kurt 
You think this is funny huh? Fine, we'll have it your way. But I'm gonna make your passing the most horrible couple of hours of your life.
John's smile fades as Kurt walks over to the kitchen. Kurt searches through the cupboards and drawers and finally finds what he was looking for. A can of SALT
KURT (O.S.)
You know, I heard two corpses in your room is very bad for your feng shui. But it's stylish in it's own perverted way. Very Poland '44...retro...
Kurt emerges from the kitchen with the SALT. He shows it at John and rattles it a bit. He then kneels down next to the dieing John. They make eye contact. Pure loathing.
Kurt
You ever heard the expression: 'Pouring salt into an open wound'? Because you are about to find out the meaning of that one.
Before John can react, Kurt throws a hand full of salt into John's wound. John leans back and yells in pain.
JOHN
(yelling)
FUCK, FUCKING HELL
Kurt
It means something like making matters worse then they already are. You want to make things worse John?
He sprinkles more salt over the wound and John is in excruciating pain.
Kurt
You want to be more co-operative now John. You want to be a good girl and tell me where the money is. Or do you want to take this up to 11...
Kurt pours more salt into his own hand. Ready to give John another 'taste'. John lets some tears go and shakes his head. 
KURT
Good boy. Now where is it?
John gestures Kurt to come closer. Kurt leans forward next to John's head.
John
(whispers)
I know something you don't
KURT
(small laugh)
Ha, and what's that?
JOHN
(whispers)
I'll come back to kill you
Kurt throws back John's head in anger, he pulls out a gun and fires away into John's stomach. Kurt holsters his gun and starts his search.
John's eyes slowly close
MONTAGE - FAST REWIND of last couple of shots
SLAM CUT TO:
INT. THE ROOM
The infamous doorbell. John's immediately wide awake. Filled with anger.  He's gungho ready to go.
He walks over to the Kitchen and grabs the big knife with determination. He paces towards the front door with fury in his eyes.
The doorbell rings again, but John opens the door in such speed that it startles Hitman no.1.
SLASH, John slits the guys throat and immediately grabs the gun. He leans back inside as Hitman no. 2 notices the action.
John puts his arm around the corner, blindly aiming at Hitman no. 2. He starts blasting away. A body drops.
John leaves the apartment and steps over the two corpses on his way out. He grabs his cellphone.
EXT. Outside APARTMENT Building
Kurt is walking towards the apartment building. Just before he dials John's number, John already calls him. Kurt's confused but takes the call.
John
(over phone)
They got the money Kurt. You better come here quick, things are going apeshit.
KURT
I'll be there in a sec. Stay there!
Kurt's pace turns into a run as he enters the apartment building and starts running up the stairs
EXT. OUTSIDE HIS APARTMENT
JOHN
Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere
John hangs up the phone as he enters the staircase
EXT. STAIRCASE
Kurt is running up the stairs and finally reaches John's floor. Just as Kurt is about to leave the staircase..
JOHN (O.S.)
Ever heard the expression of pouring salt into an open wound before?
Kurt turns around. Bewildered.
Kurt
John?
John throws a bag at him. Kurt catches it with both hands.
JOHN
Too bad, cuz I have.
He quickly grabs his gun and shoots Kurt into the chest. Kurt staggers backwards against the wall and falls over.
John starts to walk towards the bleeding Kurt. He picks up the bag and as he gets up, he pulls the trigger again. Shooting the already fallen Kurt. 
John walks away. Smile on his face. Bag of money in his hand.
FADE TO BLACK
ROLL CREDITS

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