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CABBIE (An original screenplay) FADE IN: EXT. HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS - DAY The students start bunching up and hurrying towards the campus building as the school bell rings relentlessly. A minute passes by. Finally, the ringing stops. A GRAY CAR PARKS UP AT THE CURB. INT. CAR It's VINCE TASKER'S car. Vince is at the driver's seat. Vince is about 51 years old. Her daughter sits beside him, she's about 14, very pretty. Her name is AMY. AMY I told you, you didn't have to give me a lift. I could have gotten hear faster. VINCE Okay. I was wrong. AMY You forgot your watch. VINCE Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm just too... I can't think. I'm always busy, Amy. That's a cop's life. AMY What are we gonna do with the six million? VINCE I don't know. AMY Have you cashed it yet? VINCE Tomorrow, I will. I've got a lot of work to do at the station. We had a rigormortis situation yesterday--- AMY Okay. VINCE And I have to supervise the autopsy of the stiff, tomorrow... AMY DAD. VINCE What? AMY Okay. Okay. VINCE So--- Amy gets off the car. AMY Bye. VINCE Should I pick you up... two? AMY It's one thirty dad. No thanks. You don't have to. VINCE All right. Vince's car pulls away and starts to run real fast. JACKIE (V.O.) So you're not in good terms with your dad? AMY (V.O.) Never. EXT. CAMPUS - DAY Amy walks towards the campus building. This time there are lesser students and pretty much everybody is in. Looks like Amy's late. INT. CAMPUS CAFETERIA - DAY JACKIE and Amy walk towards a table. Jackie is Amy's friend. She's almost as pretty as Amy. Both of them are carrying trays. They sit on either side of the same table and begin chatting. JACKIE Never? AMY Yup. JACKIE Ever since. AMY Well, I don't like the way he talks to me. He hates my guts. I feel the same for him---- JACKIE I see. AMY It's... it's just that we never get along. JACKIE What are you gonna do about it? AMY I saved up to three thousand bucks. Have it in my glass jar piggy bank. JACKIE Erm... I don't--- AMY Been saving it for ... a year. JACKIE So--- AMY I can run away with it. Pack a few things. Live a life on my own. JACKIE You're fucking crazy. AMY What should I do then, kill myself? EXT. SIDEWALK, DOWNTOWN - DAY A taxi is parked up at the sidewalk at this virtually deserted street. It's downtown. Nobody seems to be busy around here. The driver gets out of his vehicle. His name is BOBBY HAUSER. He meets a pretty woman at the sidewalk. This woman is JENA. His girlfriend. Bobby is about 31 years old. Jena, the same. Jena's fine. She doesn't look like a hooker or anything. They start their conversation. JENA You're a worthless asshole. BOBBY Baby, come on, stop being--- JENA Being what? BOBBY Jena, won't you give me. At least one minute. Sixty seconds to ex---- JENA Explain what, Bobby? BOBBY Can't I just win with you. Just for once. I have something--- JENA No. I ain't talking to you. BOBBY Come on, let's go for a ride. I'll--- JENA What the fuck? You could get fired for giving me a lift... you're obviously gonna do it for free, I don't wanna--- BOBBY Baby, please. JENA No. Not to mention, you should be getting a better job. I don't wanna be with you anymore. A long pause. BOBBY Jena, are you ... JENA I mean what I say, baby. I'm sorry. A TEENAGE KID walks towards Bobby. He's about 18. He taps Bobby in the shoulder. KID Hey, brother, I gotta go somewhere f--- BOBBY Oh. Okay. INT. CAB The cab drives through the same campus that Amy Tasker studies in. The Kid gets off. Bobby just lets his car sit near the curb. He's a little depressed. He looks at his watch: 8:00 AM. Bobby's face tightens. TIME CUT: From 8:00 AM, Bobby's watch goes 1:18 pm. Jesus, he's been waiting here five hours already. A young man, late 20's wearing a ski cap enters Bobby's cab. He's at the back seat. This man is CORKY. He also wears a sweater. Bobby's arm is rested at the hand brakes. BOBBY Where to. Just seconds later, Bobby feels the muzzle of a GLOCK pressed against his elbow. He blanches right in his seat and turns pale. He sees the gun, ready to shatter the joints of his arms. BOBBY Fuck!!!!!! CORKY Not so fast, mister. The motherfucker just spoke in a Scottish accent. BOBBY What do you want? I have plenty of money. Bobby motions his hand towards the glove of the car, and then Corky pokes the back of Bobby's head with the gun. BOBBY It's not that I don't have a fucking thing to lose, just take whatever you want... don't kill me! INT. CAMPUS HALLWAY - AFTERNOON Amy is walking towards the double doors already. She's just meters away from getting the hell out of the school, and about to go home. INT. CAB Corky presses the gun against the back of the driver's seat. Bobby can feel the sensation. Now he's scared shit. Corky hands Bobby a photograph. It's a little blurd. CORKY You know her? BOBBY The daughter of the cop. Won six million. A radio show contest, on TV last night... or two fucking nights ago... Bobby starts to sweat. BOBBY I know. I know. CORKY She should come out any minute now. BOBBY So, what do you want me to do? Corky pulls out another GLOCK from his pocket. It's a Glock 19, like the gun he's holding. BOBBY No, I ain't holding no fucking Glock. Lots of students start rumbling out of the campus building. LOTS AND LOTS OF THEM. CORKY Snatch the kid. Corky hands the gun to Bobby, who holds it reluctantly. BOBBY What... awww, come on. No. I can't fucking do--- CORKY You--- Corky presses the gun against the back of Bobby's neck. CORKY ---do what I tell you to do, motherfucker. BOBBY What the fuck am I supposed to do. CORKY You're a cab driver. You've obviously swindled some passenger, you know some sly methods, you find a way to bring the fucking girl here. Secretly. BOBBY No. That's just fucking stupid. CORKY Not so. There are lots of students. No one should notice you doing it. BOBBY No. CORKY If you fuck up. Move. Do something funny, I'll bolt out of this vehicle and start shooting you, and the girl, and anyone I wanna shoot. BOBBY There are security guards. Maybe not outside of the building. But inside. CORKY What if I told you that I'm suicidal. Bobby grips the handgun tighter this time. Corky's ARM REACHES INTO THE FRONT AND THEN PULLS THE SLIDE MOMENTARILY. Bobby sees a flash of copper. He wasn't sure what he saw, but now he can assume that the fucking gun is loaded! CORKY If you try to point the gun at me. Make a move that fucking threatens me, you get a lead salad. BOBBY Fuck. A long moment goes by. CORKY What the fuck are you waiting for. If you tell her this was my idea, you fucking die. Got that? BOBBY Yes. Corky sees Amy, already taking a stride towards the sidewalk. EXT. CAMPUS - AFTERNOON Bobby gets out of the vehicle and walks casually, towards Amy. Bobby presses the Glock against Amy's left hip. BOBBY You scream you die. You move you die. Do as I fucking tell you. Then Amy gets pale. And nervous. AMY What do you want? Bobby pockets the gun. BOBBY I'll shoot you if you do something I don't want you to do. AMY What? BOBBY You see the cab parked up at the curb? AMY I see it. BOBBY The one with the guy at the back seat. AMY Yes. BOBBY Both of us walk slowly towards it. AMY What the fuck? Bobby pulls out the gun once again, he presses it against Amy's hip. Again. Bobby takes a look around him. A busy crowd of students anxious to go home. Or anxious to head to their hangouts. BOBBY Listen, that motherfucker's gonna shoot us both if you don't do what I tell you, now let's get inside the cab. And I'll figure things out. AMY No way. BOBBY (hushed) I said if you do anything funny, if you scream, you die. Now follow through. AMY Fuck. No. BOBBY Or I'll have no choice and I'll shoot you myself. AMY Fuck you. Look around you. BOBBY Let's just say I have nothing to lose. And I'm suicidal. Let's say the man at the back seat of my cab is the same. INT. CAB Amy gets in the backseat and sits to the immediate left of Corky. Bobby gets on the drivers seat and begins to drive. CORKY Step on it. Bobby does so. The car runs faster. Corky punches Amy in the face, near the nose. AMY AAAAAAHHRRGGGGGH! Amy starts to cry. AMY What do you want? CORKY Radio contest. Six million. I want it. AMY Look, my dad... CORKY Fuck your dad. He'll do what I ask him to do. Amy starts wiping her face. Her face turns red. AMY Please... don't hurt me. CORKY I just did. What the fuck is your point? BOBBY So, what's it gonna be? CORKY Did you fucking tell her--- BOBBY I did as you told me, mister. CORKY Corky. BOBBY Mr. Corky. CORKY Just Corky. BOBBY Where to? CORKY Drive around the city until it gets dark. BOBBY What??! CORKY You have gas. BOBBY I know but--- CORKY Am I too demanding to you. BOBBY No. No. Just--- CORKY So just fucking drive God damn it! BLAM! Corky fires his gun, startling both Bobby and Amy. Bobby's car radio goes out in flames. BOBBY FUCK!!!!!!!! CORKY I just wanted you to know that this gun's real. And I ain't playing here. BOBBY FUCK YOU!!! CORKY Hey, watch it. BOBBY What do you want? CORKY My gun. Give it back to me. With his left hand, still steering the wheel, Bobby digs into his pocket with his right and pulls out the Glock that Bobby gave him. TIME CUT: INT. CAB - NIGHT It's dark already. Amy now has a bruise on her face. AMY Please... let me go. CORKY Not yet. BOBBY So? CORKY Twenty fifth and third. There's a brownstone. I'll tell you where to stop where to go. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT Corky, Bobby, and Amy walk up the stairs. The apartment is all dark and it's basically deserted. Very few tenants. CORKY As always, you do something funny. You fucking die. INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT ROOM - NIGHT Corky is a fucking slob. His apartment room is a shithole, it's all messed up, the floors are supported by rusty nails, he only has a bunk bed. His bathroom is open and it's all dirty. CORKY I'm tired of living in this shithole. Bobby and Amy sit on the floor. BOBBY So your parents dissed you and never left Scotland even just to visit you? Corky points his gun to Bobby. He presses the trigger. BOBBY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Corky doesn't pull it anyway. CORKY I'm British. Raised by Scottish parents. Grew up here. My mom and dad are dead now. Why do you give a fuck? BOBBY (gasping) I don--- CORKY Shut the fuck up. Corky bends down, and grabs Bobby by the shirt, and Corky hurls Bobby's body forward. Bobby falls down prone. BOBBY Stop this! Amy can't believe what's happening here. BOBBY What do you want? Corky trains his gun to the telephone resting on a small round wooden table. BOBBY What? CORKY You know what I want. INT. TASKER HOME - NIGHT Vince is restless. Amy hasn't gotten home yet and she usually doesn't return so late from school. If she had an agenda, she'd tell her dad, even if they are two people who never get along. Vince is in his living room sitting on a couch. The telephone rings. Vince takes the call. BOBBY Do you wanna see Amy again, Tasker? VINCE Who the fuck is this? What did you do to my Amy? BOBBY I want the six million. Cash it in tonight, in unmarked bills, put it in two backpacks or satchels... VINCE Wait, wait, who the fuck is this------- CUT TO: INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT ROOM Corky's Glock is pressed on Bobby's temples. It gets pressed harder. BOBBY Arrrgh! INT. TASKER HOME Vince still on the phone. VINCE Who the fuck do you think you are, I will get you, I am a--- BOBBY If you want your daughter back. Deliver the money in three hours. There's only one--- VINCE Hey! BOBBY (coughs) Only one trash receptacle in the park at fifty-fourth boulevard midtown. It's the red metal one. Put the money there. Three hours. Or you won't ever see your kid again. The line goes dead. INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT ROOM - NIGHT Bobby's under a lot of pressure. He lets go, and falls on his back, just near the table where Corky's telephone sits. Bobby sees Amy just across him. Amy is scared shit. Now she's as pale as a ghost. CORKY Well, you didn't sound scary enough. BOBBY How the fuck was I supposed to sound? AMY If my dad gives you the six million, you'll let me go? Corky approaches Amy, who's still sitting on the floor. CORKY You shut your bloody mouth. Corky kicks Amy hard at the side of her right knee. Amy screams. CORKY I'm not letting the two of you go. Chances are, I'll kill you both, whether I get the money or not. BOBBY Well, I better get my share of the money. I helped you out. Don't forget that. CORKY What? BOBBY We split. Fifty-fifty. Corky pistol-whips Bobby in the face. BOBBY AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CORKY You shut the fuck up. INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT Vince talks to MARION, another cop. His friend. She is about 25 years old, brown hair. VINCE I need your help--- Vince is all sweaty. He can hardly breath. VINCE Marion, MARION What happened, Vince? VINCE I need you to--- MARION What? VINCE I--- INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Amy still sitting on the floor. Bobby just a few meters from her, also on the floor. CORKY I bet you miss daddy already. AMY I don't give a shit. I don't give a shit. I don't care if I don't see him again, I don't care if he--- CORKY What? Corky bends down, on his knees and edges close to Amy. Corky puts his gun on Amy's forehead. Amy starts to cry. Corky presses the gun harder on Amy's skin. CORKY So you won't mind if I kill you right now. AMY I--- I--- CORKY (mockingly) I--- I--- I--- SHUT UP! AMY I don't wanna die. I don't like my dad, but I don't wanna die. Okay? Corky withdraws the gun, puts it in his pocket. Amy sees this. The gun dangles slightly from his pocket. She can see part of the frame. Well, her dad can do better, at least he has a holster. BOBBY You're a fucking liar, Scottish. You don't have the guts to kill us, you don't have it in you--- Corky trains his weapon to Bobby. BLAM! He fires it. Bobby flinches. Luckily, the bullet misses him. BOBBY Jesus! CORKY I'll kill you later anyway. Aren't you glad that I missed. Bobby turns his head a little, enough to see the bullethole in the cement wall he's leaning on. BOBBY Calm down, brother. CRASH! A sound is heard just outside the door. Someone hit the door real hard! Someone's outside! Corky, Amy and Bobby's attention are now on the door that's the only way out of this apartment room. Corky gets up, he threatens Amy and Bobby with his gun. CORKY (hushed) Get inside the closet. Amy and Bobby get inside the HUGE CLOSET. Corky shuts the closet door silently. The banging of the door continues. VINCE (O.S.) THIS IS THE POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR! OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR MYSELF!!! The closet is real dark. But it's not so dark, that Bobby can see an UZI submachine gun sitting on the floor! Corky hands Bobby the same Glock that he handed him earlier. Bobby takes the gun, again, reluctantly. BOBBY (hushed) What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? CORKY (hushed) Obviously a bloody cop who traced the phone call. BOBBY (hushed) Well, you were stupid enough to make me dial the number. CORKY (hushed) Shut up. Keep him busy. Ask for the money. Tell him to let go of his weapon. He has a gun. Don't let him use it, tell him to let go of it. Tell him to give you the money. Or you'll shoot him. BOBBY (hushed) It's not as fucking easy as it sounds. VINCE (O.S.) I'M GIVING YOU FIFTEEN SECONDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CORKY (hushed) You remember what I did to your car radio. I'll do that to you. This time with my Uzi if you do something I don't like. You, the cop, and this kid over here. Bobby STEPS OUT OF THE CLOSET AND CLOSES THE DOOR GENTLY. THE DOOR LEADING IN AND OUT OF THE APARTMENT ROOM COMES APART AND CRASHES ON THE FLOOR! Vince Tasker stands on the doorway, Vince draws a .45 and aims at Bobby, who's holding his Glock, but not aiming at anything. Vince steps forward, gun still pointed at Bobby. VINCE Where's my daughter? BOBBY Don't shoot me. VINCE Where's my daughter???!!! This time Bobby assumes shooting stance, but with only one hand. He's very clumsy with the gun. But at least he has some potential. Either of them can kill either one with just the pull of the trigger. BOBBY Drop the fucking gun. Vince does so. The .45 is now at Vince's foot. VINCE I just want my daughter, that's all. BOBBY Where's the money??? VINCE MY FUCKING DAUGHTER. Where is she??? BOBBY Where's the money. VINCE I don't have the money. Never cashed it in, you're gonna have to give me back my kid. You're going to prison, what other choices do you have???? IN THE CLOSET, Corky has his finger on the trigger of the Uzi. He's ready to blow them away, even from inside, he's still gonna be able to hurt them. And finish them off once he steps out of the closet. VINCE I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY. A long moment goes by. BOBBY You don't have it. VINCE No. CUT TO: INSIDE THE CLOSET, Corky presses the trigger. He's gonna blow them away. BACK TO VINCE AND BOBBY BOBBY You don't------ BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Gunfire is heard from inside the closet. Amy steps out of the closet, Glock 19 in hand. Bobby and Vince see the corpse of Corky. Corky's head is blown to bits. Amy steps away from the closet. Vince and Bobby are still standing in front of each other. This time there's a brief expression of happiness in Vince's face. Vince can hardly breath. VINCE Amy, give me that gun. You don't wanna hold it. It's dangerous. Beat. VINCE Amy, are you hurt, are you okay? THEN AMY SHOOTS VINCE IN THE CHEST, POINT BLANK! Vince staggers back and leans against the cement wall behind him. A moment later, blood is all over the wall. AMY I'm your FUCKING daughter. That's who I am. VINCE Amy, nooooooo! Vince just stares in disbelief. His own kid shot him! He can't fucking believe it! What did he do wrong? Amy turns around and shoots Bobby as well, in the stomach. BOBBY AAAAAAAA--- FUCK! YOU SHOT ME, KID! FADE OUT. EXT. THE BROWNSTONE - NIGHT Amy is walking away from the brownstone. This time, nothing on her hands. No gun. Nothing. BOBBY (V.O.) Let me explain, sir... DISSOLVE TO: INT. TASKER HOME, BATHROOM - DAY Amy is taking a shower. VINCE (V.O.) You think I'll make it? BOBBY (V.O.) You took it in the lung right? VINCE (V.O.) My left lung, I think. BOBBY (V.O.) No, you won't. But maybe I will... VINCE (V.O.) (COUGHS REAL HARD) Fuck... fuck you... erm... how long has it been? BOBBY (V.O) Eight hours. VINCE (V.O.) Nice watch. BOBBY (V.O.) Thanks. INT. AMY'S BEDROOM - DAY Amy takes some cash out of a glass jar. She's already dressed, and lying on her bed is a backpack, obviously, one filled with clothes. The cash is obviously the three thousand she has been talking about. EXT. TASKER HOME - DAY Amy, carrying the backpack starts walking away from her house. She's off to somewhere. Probably far from here. EXT. STREET - DAY Marion is leaning on an ambulance. She looks really nervous and upset. A MEDIC approaches her. MEDIC Didn't make it. MARION Who? MEDIC Both of them. Beat. MARION (sotto) Fuck. FADE OUT. THE END.
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