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JOHN COLT-by the goose.












                                                       "JOHN COLT"

                                                        The Goose


                                                  "Just because something's
                                                   expendable, doesn't mean
                                                   it's easy to get rid of".
                                                         











  Based on the short film, also by the Goose:


  "Pop goes the gun".




 
  CHARACTERS



  John Colt. A firm and cunning Hitman. 


  Commandat.  A ruthless Mafia Kingpin.


  Clarence McCloud. A P.I.


  Bulldog. A mysterious rival Hitman.

  
  Carla Rock. A Chinese waitress.


  Apache. Commandat's gangster brother.


  Zwolf. Also with a vendetta against Commandat.


  Frizzy. A psychopathic madman hired by Zwolf.

 
  

ENT.CAR PARK. NIGHT






A blue 1990's Honda swings into a big double-decker car park.  In the car
 is JOHN COLT, from what we can see from him.
He seems sort of a well-off guy. Square-jawed, stubble-jawed, dark 
brown hair.  He goes up the next flight. Then pulls up next 
to a weedy-parking guy.



WEEDY GUY
Wou...would you like me to park your car sir?


JOHN COLT
You bet. How much do you want?


WEEDY GUY
Y...you don't hav...have to pay until you come back.


JOHN COLT
What if I don't come back?


WEEDY GUY
W...well how long d'you want to stay for?


JOHN COLT
Well how will you know until I come back?


WEEDY GUY
Uh...uh...


John Colt tosses him the keys, and gets out taking with him a breifcase.



ENT.FLAT.NIGHT



John Colt enters his spacey, tidy little flat.  He throws
 the suitcase on a coffee table. And then takes a laptop from a cupboard,
 he flips it open on the table and plugs it in. Then clicks it on.
As he taps away, we centre on the Laptop.  He is now talking to his boss, known 
only as COMMANDAT.  


INTERNET CHAT:


COMMANDAT:Finally u contact me.


NO-88:I've been busy. I have other things in my life.


COMMANDAT:I respect that, 88. I got a mission.


NO 88:I know. What?


COMMANDAT:Only the finest for my best man.


NO 88: And?


COMMANDAT:Jethro Morse.


NO 88: You know I want more than that?


COMMANDAT:Escaped convict, con man, murderer. Been stealing
money off my client for a while now. 


NO 88:Send me the file.


CHAT SCREEN OFF:


RECIEVING FILE: 


Sprints onto screen.  A big photo of a ponytailed Irish-American comes on
the screen. Wearing a pair of sunglasses.


CHAT-SCREEN ON:


COMMANDAT:What do you think, 88?


NO 88:We have a deal. Location?


COMMANDAT:He's staying in the Lakenhouse complex, Pentenbrooke.



BACK TO:


John Colt exits the Internet, and shuts it down. Then clicks it
shut.  Colt takes the breifcase and opens it, to reveal it's completely
empty.  It has eight different pieces for some kind of heavy weapon. 
In a hidden compatment he slides in his Colt Delta Elite.


Also into it is an electronic tracking device and some binoculars.
Colt clicks it shut, enters the combination and exits the flat.



ENT.HONDA.MORNING


John Colt is in the Honda, it's speeding down the road, suitcase in the
back.  He speeds down a street landscape, finally he finds The LakenHouse
complex, an extremley modern, huge hotel complex. He parks it, takes out
the suitcase. And quickly locks it before turning into the hotel.



ENT.RECEPTION.MORNING


At the front of the spacious, well-lighted building is a reception desk. With
a tall hotel Clerk in front of it.


CLERK
Can I help you, ma'am?


JOHN COLT
Ma'am?


CLERK
(Adjusts his glasses)
Sorry, sir?


COLT
Has a Mister Morse checked in?


CLERK
I'm sorry I can't give you that information, sir...



CRUNCH! Before we can adjust our eyes to the scene, Colt has knocked
him down with the Breifcase. Colt leans over the desk and looks in the
check-in register.



ENT.LIFT.MORNING



Colt presses the "FLOOR 12" button.  As it goes up he takes out the parts
of his weapon, and screws it together. Until he has a Spas-12 Shotgun.


ENT.ROOM 96.MORNING



JETHRO MORSE, a small creepy guy with frissy ponytailed hair, stands 
in front of his bed. Combing his hair. He then tosses it on the bed.
Then lights a Marlboro.  As he takes a puff, he opens a drawer. And
takes out a silver Beretta. He checks the full magazine, then slides it
back in.


KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK


MORSE
Who is it?


He grabs the Beretta.



VOICE
(O.S)
Room service.


MORSE
(Cocks it)
I didn't order no nothin'.


VOICE
(O.S)
Complimentary tea.


MORSE
Oh! Oh goody! I love tea.


He throws the Beretta on the bed. Then unbolts and flings the door open. And
seals his own fate. The Spas 12 spits out a single flame, and with a burst of
blood, Jethro Morse flings backwards onto the bed.  Dead.  Colt pours a 
cup of tea on his head.  


ENT.CORRIDOR.MORNING


He ducks out.  And finds a burly male guest staring at him.  The big guy smashes
the gun from Colt's hands and it and the breifcase go flying.  Colt meets him 
head on and wrestles him up against the wall.  The burly guest smashes Colt 
straight through the wall.


ENT.ROOM.MORNING


A newly-wed couple are shagging in the Honeymoon suite when two sweaty men 
come smashing through the wall. They stare open mouthed.  Colt draws a Colt.
25 and gun-whips the Burly man knocking him out.  He gets up and turns to
go, when he finds the couple staring at him.


COLT
Wake him up when you want a threesome.



The woman lets out a squeak of amazement.  Colt exits through the hole in the
wall.



ENT.CORRIDOR.MORNING



Colt stares left and right. Then hides his Colt .25, and starts to deconstruct
the Spas-12, which is then safely clipped into the suitcase.  Suddenly the high
pitched drone of police sirens strikes the air.  Screaming can be heard from 
other rooms, where guests, after hearing the shots, panic or try to escape.
Colt slides on a pair of shades and heads to the window across the corridor.


He uses the heavy metal suitcase as a battering ram, and the window begins to
shatter after a couple of blows.  Finally he grabs a small coffee table which
is home to an impressive fern (which Colt carefully places on the floor).


COLT
YAAAAH!


He throws the coffee table across the room and it shatters the window straight
through.  Suddenly from behind there's a click of a gun.  Colt turns round to
face the Burly man again.


BURLY MAN
You picked on the wrong guy man! Mah name's Clarence McCloud,
P.I.


COLT
Well sorry!


Suddenly he hears the police on the stairs.


COLT
NO! NO! DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO IT!


COP#1
Step away from the man.


BURLY MAN
But he...he...


COP#1
STEP AWAY FROM THE MAN! I WON'T ASK AGAIN!


McCloud steps back, the policemen tackle the gun from his hands.


MCCLOUD
My name's Clarence McCloud, I'm a P.I! This guy's a killer!
(Fishes out his badge)
See! That's me on the photo!


The police let go of him and spin round to where Colt was...He isn't
there anymore.


ENT.ROOF.MORNING



Colt lands safely on a lower roof, and springs from the roof onto a dumpster.
Behind the dumpster is his car.


ENT.FLAT.LATER


CHAT SCREEN


NO.88: Commandat, I have eliminated the target.

COMMANDAT:I see, and how much had we agreed on?

NO.88 Six.

COMMANDAT:Funny, I remember it as four. Where's the meeting 
place?

NO.88:The usual?

COMMANDAT:Come on, 88, surely you need a change, how about that 
new Chinese restrant on fifth street.

NO.88:Fine. I expect the "Courier" at 18.00 hours. 

COMMANDAT:Wedenesday?

NO.88:Today.

COMMANDAT:But I need time to sort this thing out.

NO.88:Today. Or that was my last job.

COMMANDAT:Fine. Today. Six P.M, Chinese on fifth street.

NO.88: Deal settled.


CUT TO:


Colt exits the internet. And goes to the programmes icon, and loads
up Soldier of Fortue II.  


DISSOLVE TO:


CREDITS.


SMASH CUT TO:


ENT.LUCKY STAR CHINESE.18.00 HOURS.


Colt sits, dressed in a darker suit on a table next to a window. Where
he watches the rainy street.  A small waiter comes to his table.


WAITER
Can I take your order, sir?


COLT
Can I have a Chicken Chow Mein with Prawn crackers as a side dressing.


WAITER
Would you like anything with that?


COLT
Tango. Apple.


WAITER
Thank you, sir.


She exits.  Suddenly MATT DEAYKINS, a.k.a "The Courier" swings through
the door.


DEAYKINS
Jee, sorry I'm late, Johnny, but the traffic in fifth street's awful.


COLT
Choose a different route. Have you got the cash?


DEAYKINS
Err, yeh, yeh.


He hands Colt a shoebox.


COLT
A shoebox?


DEAYKINS
Yeh, it's a disguise. Don't want no-one gettin' suspicious now do we?
The Commandat says he's got another job come up already. When you're
ready.


COLT
Right. Care for something to eat?


DEAYKINS
Can't right now, got two more delieveries. See yah, man.


COLT
Take care, Deaykins.


Deaykins hurries out. As Colt watches him drive off, his order is delievered.


COLT
Such quick service.


He hands the waitress a twenty-dollar buck.


COLT
Buy yourself somethin' nice.


The waitress blushes, and curtsies to him.


WAITRESS
Thank you sir. But I can't. My name's Carla by the way.


COLT
Take it, g'on. I'll be offended if you don't.


The Waitress nods and reluctantly takes the note and hurries
off.  Colt shakes his head.



CUT TO:


ENT.STREET.LATE NIGHT


Colt comes out from the Lucky star, and looks out across the city view.
Suddenly the pretty Chinese waitress comes up to him.


WAITRESS
Hey mister.


COLT
Ah, yeh. Did you spend the tip already.


WAITRESS
Would you like something to cool you down after you meal?


COLT
SEX? I thought you were a waitress.


WAITRESS
It's Mister Chong, my boss, he says he'll set us into illegal immigrant officers
If we don't. 


COLT
Right. Are you paid extra?


WAITRESS
No.


Colt swings round and goes back into the resturant.


ENT.LUCKY STAR.NIGHT


Colt storms in and walks up to the guy at the counter.


COLT
Can I speak to Mr. Chong, please?


WAITER
What d'you want the boss for?


COLT
To compliment him on his brilliant food.


WAITER
Come with me.



ENT.MARTIN CHONG'S OFFICE.NIGHT


MARTIN CHONG, an obese Chinese man in his early fifties, sits at his desk running
through some bills.  Sitting on the other side of the room is OWEN, his bodyguard.
Colt slips quietly through the door.


CHONG
What d'you want?


COLT
Just come over here you greasy-headed pimp.


CHONG
What did you call me?


COLT
You heard. Bringing poor, indangered citizens into this country then making them become
prostitutes. It's sick.  


CHONG
Haff you a problem wiff my methods, sir?


COLT
A big one, as big as you waistline.


Chong is outraged.


CHONG
Owen! Rid me of this man.


Owen swings a pathetic fist at Colt's face, Colt grabs him by the wrist and
sends him onto his back.  But Owen gets up and charges him, Colt gets him 
in a headlock and slams him unceremoniously into the wall.  Then Colt turns
to Chong. Chong stands up and panics, but he grabs a Samurai Sword, ornament,
off a plaque on the wall.


CHONG
You haff angered me.


He swings the sword at Colt, who grabs the blade, and pushes it back, the 
handle whacks into Chong's stomach and he is pitched backwards over the 
desk.  Colt stamps on his groin.


COLT
Just to make sure you get no work from your, "girls".



CUT TO:


ENT.COMMANDAT'S OFFICE.DAY


The Commandat's office is a large, empty room. Ill-furnished apart
from a desk, a computer, a long table and some chairs.  The Commadat
himself sits on a large leather recliner to the side of the room.
(NOTE:There are no windows in the room, and the door is bulletproof
for fear of assassination).


Pacing around the room is his brother, APACHE, a tall, lean tanned
small-gang leader.  The Commandat himself is the complete opposite
of his good-looking brother. He's sort of chubby-ish, bald man with
a short halo of ginger hair at the sides and a scruffy beard.


At the other corner of the room, sitting in a crickety wooden chair,
is TABBY, a short, moustached Cuban.  With a cap drawn down so low
that only his moustache and mouth are visible.  He is dressed in a
tight, but stealithy navy blue leather suit.


TABBY
So, what was I called in for? Got bored of life, want me tah come 
and kill yah?


COMMANDAT
No. Although maybe one day, Mr.Tabby.


APACHE
Tabby! You close your mouth you motherfuckin' piece o...


COMMANDAT
COOL IT! I don't want any fights if I can help it.
No, Mister Tabby, have you heard of No eighty-eight, a.k.a
John Colt?


TABBY
Aieee! John Colt! I once met him in Milan, when we were both on
jobs. He's a tough hombre, man.


COMMANDAT
Yes, but I am a powerful man. And I have no time for disobidence.
As you all very well know.  But Mister Colt, as he's getting older
he charges more and more, and is more moody. Last night he sent me
a bill from a Chinese resturant, after he smashed up the owner over
some row over a prostitute.


TABBY
You want me to ice John Colt.


Commandat nods.


TABBY
(Cont'd)
Aya! Yay! Yay! Carrumba! You mus' think I'm crazy, man! 


COMMANDAT
I do.


TABBY
I'm sorry man! I can't! I don't wanna lose my ass at forty-two,
man!


COMMANDAT
Well I'm sorry, Mister Callister...


TABBY
Tabby, don't ever call me that, man.



Commandat presses a bell on the desk.  The door opens and JAMIE
BOARD comes in. He's a big guy, maybe a rugby player.  Plain-looking,
he holds a big baseball bat. Painted blood red, with small, blunt 
spikes attached to the sides.


BASEBALL BOARD
You called me, boss?


Tabby is in hysterics.


TABBY
Bu...bu...I...aya...yay...yay...I...do...


Commandat, gravely points to Tabby.  Smack. He gets it straight in
the chops.  Sending him flying sideways off the chair.


BASEBALL BOARD
Want me to do some more, man?


He whacks Tabby  again in the foot.


TABBY
OKAY! OKAY! MAN! I DO YOU JOB! JUS' DON'T PUSH ME 'ROUND NO
MORE, MAN! YOU HEAR! CALL 'IM OFF!


COMMANDAT
I'll call you if I need you. Go get'cha self a scotch.



Commandat hands Board a note, and he nods to him and quickly exits. Apache
helps Tabby up.


APACHE
Man, I keep needing to get myself one of those bats! Oh shit! I almost forgot!
I need to sort out a rogue dealer! I come back later, Bro.


COMMANDT
Okay.


Apache hurries through the door.  Tabby wipes blood from his face.


COMMANDAT
Here, take some tissues.


He hands him a box of Kleenex.  Tabby rubs his bleeding lip and nods to Commandat.


TABBY
Sorry, man, I weren't thinken' straight.  I go and wipe him now.


Tabby slips on a dark Cat-mask. He turns to exit.


COMMANDAT
Aren't you forgetting something?


TABBY
Huh?!


Commandat hands him a piece of paper.


COMMANDAT
The file, Dummy. Wait outside, while I book you a flight to 
Boston.


DISSOLVE TO:


ENT.KWIK-E-MART CARPARK.NEXT DAY



A battered, black Volkswagen Beetle is parked in the parking lot of a
Kwik-e-mart, Callister has the window open, and is looking through
some binoculars at the flat block opposite.


CALLISTER
(To himself)
Any minute, man, just you hang in there, the worm will come from his 
hole in good time, like the penis to the...ah-ha! Here he comes, I
told you, man.


Callister clicks the key in the ignition. And swings round in a semi-circle.
Colt's Honda nips out of the Flat parking-Lot. And Tabby's peels round after
him. 


ENT.HONDA.DAY


Colt is tuning the radio in, while Callister gives pursuit. He doesn't
seem to notice and turns left at a Junction. Till he reaches a small 
cafe, next to it is a rundown Garage, he pulls in.


ENT.RUNDOWN GARAGE.DAY


The Honda swings in. And Colt is relieved to see JACOBSON, a tall and gangly
mechanic and his only friend.  He gets out, holding a suitcase.


JACOBSON
Hey! Hey! Johnny! It's been a long time. What'choo need?


COLT
I think the Shotgun needs sorting out.  It's been kinda slow to pump. 
I've checked it over 'gain and 'gain. But I can't find anything. 
Also I wanted the car checked up.


JACOBSON
Sure, sure. You wanna drink? I got some buds in my fridge.


COLT
Sure, sure.



The Beetle pulls up behind a hedge next to the garage.  Callister, with
cat-like movements, puts on a utility belt carrying no end of Stealth
combat weapons.  As he walks as stealthily as he can. He draws two razor
sharp, spinning discs.  


ENT.RUNDOWN GARAGE.DAY


Colt takes off his sunglasses and begins to clean them with a cloth, while
Jacobson comes back with two beers.  


Jacobson comes free from the hedge, all the time moving like a Panther
in for the kill.


COLT
Nice weather we're having...


Suddenly he notices something, the sunlight reflecting off something, something
metal.


COLT
DUCK!


SCHWING! SCHWING! The discs come like fucking hell.  Jacbson is caught by one,
and the other slashes the tyre from a parked Land-rover.  Colt rushes
to Jacobson and throws him behind a smashed up Ferrari for safety.  Callister
now rushes forwards, in for the kill.


COLT
Jerry Callister? Tabs? Fuck off...what're you doing?


CALLISTER
Yer dead, John. D-E-A-D.


He takes out a pair of NunChuks, and swings them from side to side. 
Colt draws his Delta Elite, but Callister moves like a whirlpool 
the Nunchunks swing round Colt's hand, he drops the gun and goes to
the floor.  Callister leaps on the struggling man's back, and swings
a butterfly knife down at his face in a killer stroke.


BLAMMMM! A single shot rings out, a small round dot appears on his 
forehead, and he flops off.  Colt jumps up, and smashes the Nunchuks
over his head just to be sure, and as he looks he sees a single retreating
shape coming from the field across the road.


COLT
Jacobson! Jacobson! Jacobson!


He turns round and sees Jacobson dead, with a spinning disc in his chest.


COLT
Sweet fucking...mumma!


He grabs his Delta. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM. He blows Callister spinning round
the room. With four bullets.  Then he turns to Jacobson.
SUDDENLY:


CALLISTER
HEY YOU SWINE!


Colt spins round.  He sees a tape player on Callister's belt.


CALLISTER
I pretty much guessed yah'd get me. But I got a lil' surprise
fer you. No, in fact two little surprises. Oh and if yah wanted
tah know the tape-player's run by remote control. Anyway, I
got together a little gang named the "Hatchers", 'member you
iced their leader, Grey McGuire a couple years' back? Well dey're'
dyin' tah catch up wit'cha. Oh and the whole hedgerow next to you
and the garage 'self are wired tah blow. In, what about...nine
seconds.


Colt grabs his suitcase and legs it. Suddenly from the cafe comes a
gang of armed hardasses, muscles, vests, bandannas, y'know the type
come storming out after him.  Their guns are ready for action. Colt
makes like Chow Yun Fat.  IN SLOW MOTION: COLT LEAPS FORWARDS AND 
AS THE GARAGE MEETS LIKE IT'S OWNER, HE GRAZES HIMSELF ACROSS THE GRASS.



BOOOOOOOOOOOMF!  Even the Gangsters are stunned by the explosion.  Colt
fires at them with the Delta and brings two of them down.  He throws
the suitcase down on the floor, then when he's at a safe distance,
he lobs the suitcase down.  They begin firing at it, and KABOOOM! A small
explosion, enough to send them diving for cover.


In the smoking hedgerow, Colt makes out the form of the relatively untouched
Beetle.  He charges forwards and flings the door open.


ENT.BEETLE.DAY


Of course the keys are in the lock. And Colt smiles to himself about this.


COLT
Hitmen, always so careless.


He starts the Beetle up. And drives straight through the burning hedgerow.
Almost as soon as he gets halfway past the smouldering garage, two things happen.
(1) A police Motorbike trundles up the road after him with the siren wailing, but
the Gangmen (Arms-traders) WHIZZ after them in battered ex-military Humm-Vees.


COLT
Motherfucking! Of all the things, that poor shit on the bike'll get shot to
shit!


Suddenly the Beetle stalls.


COLT
Fucking thing! Shit! Shit!


Gunfire suddenly tears up the back of the car.  The Motorbike trundles up to
him from the other way, Colt lets go of the handbrake, and jumps out. As the
Beetle goes backwards down the hill, suddenly it turns to a roll and smashes
onto the roof of one of the Humm-vees.


BOOOOOOOOMF! They both go up in flames, the other Humm-Vee tears down after
him.  


COP
Stick your hands in t...


Colt smashes him in the jaw, and jumps onto the bike, he pushes the Cop onto
the seat, and puts the mutha into gear, the bike swerves into a high wheelie
and swings down the hill. The Humm-vee is in close procession.  In the speed,
the Cop's helmet goes flying off his head. 


The cop is a short, overweight man in his late thirties, with frissy black hair,
side burns and a tiny cube-shaped goatee.


COP
You can't do this I'm an officer of the law.


He sits up straight.  


COP
Who are you and why are those men chasing you?


COLT
My name is...Llyod Hasselbank, I'm a U.S Marshal. I've been trackin'
a Russian arms-dealer for five months now, they're his friends. And
as you can see they're not to happy with me.


COP
How do I know I can trust you?


COLT
'Cos I'm lying. Who're you?


COP
M...my name is also Hasselbank, Chris Hasselbank.


COLT
My name's John Colt.  I'm a Hitman. 


HASSELBANK
Is that the John Colt, Codename: No.88?


COLT
Yeh.


HASSELBANK
I read about you in Reader's digest while I was on holiday
in Britain! You're a Hitman.


COLT
One of very few proper ones.  I only kill the bad.


HASSELBANK
I don't believe you.


CLICK! He puts his Beretta to Colt's head.


COLT
Fine, have it your way.


He presses both handlebars, the unprepared Hasselbank goes straight
over the handlebars and lands on the side of the road. Still clutching
his Beretta.  Colt nods to him, then suddenly, reverses. The Humm Vee
whizzes straight past him. Colt hits a log in the road, and pulls a
wheelie, his bike lands on the roof of the charging Humm-Vee.


ARMS-DEALER#1
Fucker's on the roof.


He pings the sunroof up, and comes at Colt with a Crow-barr, he swings
it as fast as he can at Colt's head.  Colt shoots him in the foot.  The guy drops
back into the car and his foot hits the steering wheel.  The Humm-Vee whizzes
out of control, Colt and the bike are thrown Starboard off the Humm-Vee.


The Humm-Vee PLUMMETS DOWN THE SIDE OF A HUGE HILL.  Colt parks the Motorcycle
next to the uncoinscous Hasselbank. He turns and begins to run.


COLT
(To himself)
That's everything sorted. But who saved me from Callister? And who 
put the hit on me? 



ENT.CHAVEZ HOUSE.NIGHT



KEN CHAVEZ, a computer hacker, and an old acquaintance of Colt's
is in his living room. The two of them are sitting in front of a huge
supercomputer. Fuck Windows 2004, think windows 10,004. 


CHAVEZ
I got through the firewalls, I am in! Ken Chavez, the best hacker 
this side of Washin'ton D.C is in to the United States of America
police database. Whoooa! I'm gonna have some fun with this.
What was the name of this dude?


COLT
Jerry Callister.


CHAVEZ
Uh, huh. Any aliases?


COLT
One, Tabby.


Chavez punches it in.


CHAVEZ
Tabby? Who was this guy?


COLT
Long story. Loooong story. What'cha got?



CHAVEZ
Ah-ha.



COMPUTER SCREEN:


A BIG PHOTO OF CALLISTER.



Real Name: Jerald Matthew Callister.

Aliases: Tabby. The Kat. The Cat. Ginger
Tom.

Parents: Antonio Callister. Maria Bellardo.

Height: 5'7.

Weight: 110 ilbs.

Occupation: Suspected contract killer.

Birthdate: October 20th 1973

Birthplace: Unknown, Cuba.

Crimes: Murder (suspected) five cases all using
razor-edged weapons. Attempted Murder (suspected)
two cases.  Grand Theft Auto.  Burglary, two cases
both unsolved.

Additional information: Suspectedly working for Mafia
Crimelord, only known as The Commandat. All five suspected
jobs were related to his personal/or/enemies of his clients.



BACK TO:


CHAVEZ
That help?


COLT
Thanks. You've saved my ass.


He hands him some bills then exits, stopping only to pet his dog.


CUT TO:


ENT.ROAD OUTSIDE.NIGHT


Colt gets out and stretches.  He goes to a blue Chopper bike which he
hired from a friend.  As he revs it up he hears a loud series of barks.
Colt looks mystified. Suddenly he stops the engine.


COLT
Shit! Of Course! Who ever's set me up knows I won't keep in my flat!
He's going through my allies to get to me.


Colt lumps the bike down and rushes to the door.


ENT.CHAVEZ HOUSE.NIGHT


The door is booted open and Colt leaps in with his Delta trained on
the room.  He rushes through, past the whimpering dog.  He finds Chavez,
lying shot and dead next to his smashed super-computer. Suddenly he hears
silenced gunfire, which worringly is aimed directly at him!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SLOW MOTION: Colt leaps sideways firing at wherever the shots came from.
He lands behind the huge table. But his gun hits the side of it and goes 
flying from his hands.

A man wearing a leather jacket and a balaclava enters, with only slits for
his eyes, trains an MP5 with a laser-sighting round the room.  CRUNCH!
A desk-chair smashes into his stomach. The MP5 goes flying, splitting a 
hole in the roof.  Colt smashes the chair into the Hitman's face. And
smashes him through the razor-sharp glass of the computer screen.


HITMAN
(Pulls out a knife)
Fuck you asshole!


COLT
(Pulls out a Colt .25)
No, fuck you asshole.


BLAM! He blows him away. Then Colt disappears out of the door and into the night.



ENT.TENNIS COURTS.NEBRASKA.DAY


DAVEY LEONI, a big, black small-time mafia Kingpin is playing a game of tennis, with
BAKER, another small-time kingpin.  Both of them are extremley fat, and are sweating
like whales in their white tennis clothes.  Their bodyguards lounge around reading
playboy.  On the umpire's chair. Is a tall man. Wearing a black leather jacket, torn
blue jeans and Shades.  His eyes are never seen till the end.


LEONI
Ah-ha! 


UMPIRE
Out!

They both turn to the umpire.


BAKER
What'choo on about, Hank...hey you ain't Hank...


As the slow witted Bodyguards get to their feet.  The Umpire grabs
a Tennis racket in a case.  The Bodyguards turn their guns on him.
The umpire panics, and un-zips the case.  All that falls out is a
heavy wooden tennis racket.


SLOW MOTION:  The Umpire grabs the Racket and PUMPS IT. BOOOOMF!
Leoni is turned to dust.  He pumps, and DIVESSS across the ground.
BOOOOOOMF! Baker goes the same way as Leoni.  The Bodyguards are
stunned.  


UMPIRE
Happy? Yah pull goes yah get hurt.


He throws the racket at them. Then presses a button on his watch.
BOOOOOOOMF! The court goes up in smoke.


FREEZEFRAME:


The shadow of the Umpire who walks away from the explosion. This is BULLDOG.
As Bulldog heads towards his ride, a huge 4x4 Pickup.  As he almost gets
there his cell-phone goes off.


BULLDOG
Hello?

COMMANDAT
(O.S)
Who is this?


BULLDOG
Bulldog, who d'you think, Clint Eastwood?
What d'you want?


COMMANDAT
It's me. The Commandat.


BULLDOG
Oh you. What d'yah want?


COMMANDAT
I need your services, Mister Bounty-Hunter.


BULLDOG
BULLDOG! 


CUT TO:


ENT.COMMANDAT'S OFFICE.DAY


We see on Commandat's end of the phone.


COMMANDAT
Have you heard of John Colt?


Silence on the other end of the phone.


BULLDOG
(O.S)
(After a pause)
Yes...we have a past. Why?


COMMANDAT
I need him. He's gotten old and stubborn. He's too
much of a pain. I want you to bring him to me, alive.


BULLDOG
Why alive?


COMMANDAT
I've tried to ice him. But someone's protecting him I think.


BULLDOG
Uh-huh.  Who?


COMMANDAT
That's the point. We don't know. You're the only one I can
trust.


BULLDOG
I'll be at your office. 2.PM tonight.



CUT TO:


ENT.MOTEL.OUTSIDE BOSTON.NIGHT



ENT.COLT'S ROOM.NIGHT


Colt has a room in a small Motel ten miles out of town.  He has
a Notepad in the corner of the room.  


CLOSE IN:


NOTEPAD


ALLIES:

Ken Chavez-Deceased-Assassinated.

Byron Jacobson-Deceased-Assassinated.

Larry Deckard-Atlanta-retired-Safe.

Geoffrey Leftson-London-Gang leader-Safe.

Matt Deaykins-Boston-Courier-DANGER.

Jerry Callister-Deceased-Betrayl.

Randy Kauffman-Boston-Taxi driver-Safe.


POSSIBLE HELP:


Roman Cortez-Gang leader-Mexico.




BACK TO:



COLT'S ROOM


Colt takes out his cell-phone, he searches and finds Deaykin's number.
He then dials the number on the Motel phone.


SPLIT SCREEN:



DEAYKINS AND COLT.


Deaykins grabs the phone.



DEAYKIN
Hello? Who is this?


COLT
It's Colt.


DEAYKINS
Hey man! I got some quality Champange, nicked it from a friend's
weddin', I was thinking of crackin' it open wanna come round.


COLT
Shut up, Deaykin.  Get yer ass outa there.


DEAYKINS
This is my house, muthafuck, what're you on, Johnny? Lighten up.


COLT
This is serious. Someone's bored of me, he wants to wipe out everything
about me...friends, allies, even me.


DEAYKINS
Shit on you, dude. 


COLT
Put it like this then, y'know Ken Chavez, computer hacker?


DEAYKINS
Small guy? 


COLT
Yeh. Guess what? Last time I saw him he had a bullet through
his head, and his head was smashed through the screen of his 
computer.

DEAYKIN
Shit man! What deep shit, you in?


COLT
Y'know Jacobson? Well las' time I saw him he had a Razor-edged 
blade in his chest an' his garage was blown inna fifty pieces.
I think you might be next on the line...


(Note: From when Deaykins said "Small guy", a red laser dot had appeared
on his face, searching it).


DEAYKINS
I'm safe, I keep my door bolted and a Rifle under my bed. I ain't afraid
of no shit.


BLAAMMM!  Deaykins goes down like a rock.  


COLT
DEAYKINS! DEAYKINS! FUCK MAN! WHERE ARE YOU DEAYKINS?


A man covered in shadows answers.


DISTORTED VOICE
John Colt! Y'know how many years it's been?


COLT
Zwolf! I thought you only got yer croonies to do your killin's.
What d'you want with me?


ZWOLF
Your services.


COLT
You killed Jacobson? And hired The Kat?


ZWOLF
The who? Jacobson? What? 



COLT
Zwolf, what d'you want? And what'd Deaykin do t'you?


ZWOLF
He works for Commandat. I am fulfilling a family Vendetta. So far
I have already killed Jerry Callister.  


COLT
That is the Kat, you fool.



ZZZZZT. Zwolf hangs up on him.



BACK TO:


COLT
I'm too old for this shit.  Vendettas, contracts. What next?


There's a knock on the door.


VOICE
ROOM SERVICE!


COLT
Go away! I don't want anything.


VOICE
Complimentary tea.


Colt turns round. He grabs his Delta Elite.


COLT
(Quiet)
Fuck me down.
(Loud)
I'm comin', I'm coming. Let me open the door.


Colt leaps forwards and swings the door open. No-one's there. He
SLAMS it shut, suddenly Bulldog jumps through the window.  


BULLDOG
Hello, John, it's a been a long time, no siege.


He kicks Colt in the face, Colt swings round and drops the gun. He grabs
Bulldog's foot and throws him head over heels onto the bed.  Bulldog SMASHES
Colt over the skull with a bedside lamp.  The glass smashes all over him. 
Colt goes back, injured.  


BULLDOG
You're a fucken' dead man John. There's a price on your head.  


COLT
Is that why you returned?


BULLDOG
Hell I didn't want to? After Cindy died as you know I pissed off to
Nebraska.  Your boss, Mister "Baldy" Commando or whatever his name was
hired me to bust yo' balls.


COLT
Commandat? Bullshit.


Colt recovers and smashes Bulldog onto the floor.  Colt swings out his
Colt .25.  He puts it in Bulldog's face.  Bulldog, at the same time, has
a .38 on him.  


BULLDOG
Oooh, are we doin' Resevoir dogs, Colt? I wanna be Steve Buscemi, you be
Harvey Keitel.


COLT
Nah, I rather prefered Michael Mardsen?


BULLDOG
What burnin' cops? And fillen' 'em fulla lead. I like that. So what'cha gonna
do, John?


COLT
I ain't a big mouth, no balls kinda guy. I'll shoot you in good time, if I 
wanna.


BULLDOG
Does this lighten the odds?


He puts the .38 to Colt's balls.


COLT
Fuck it.



He holsters the .25. Bulldog nods, fairs fair. He holsters the .38.
Both men get up, and stand next to each other.


COLT
I'll give you five minutes to fuck off. Bulldog, you're not wanted
here.


He turns to where Bulldog was, but he's already gone.


COLT
He'll be back.  



ENT.BERG'S AMMO DUMP.DAY



Colt's Chopper swings into a huge metal gate into a long sandy drive.
At the end of it is a large broken old farmhouse.  Round it are loads
of large sheds.  As Colt nears the end of the driveway, a Shotgun barks
out.  And the bullet smashes a rock right in front of the bike.  


Colt LEAPS clear, and the bike swerves forward and flops on the floor.
Colt rolls towards it and locks the key.  


COLT
Hey! Hey! Drop the weapon!


BERG
(Southern)
(O.S)
Y'all get you hands on that floor where I'n see 'em, Cop.


COLT 
I don't need this, Clause.


CLAUSE BERG, a huge, gangly southern appears behind Colt with a huge
Combat Shotgun trained on him.


BERG
Oh, is' you, Mr. Hitman. Sorry, "mayn". I didn't know i' was you.


Colt gets up.


COLT
You're lucky I don't kick yer ass from here back t' fuckin' Tennessee,
or wherever it was you came from...


BERG
Kentucky. Don't go maken' no judgements, 'bout me. I ain't no
Redneck scum.


COLT
I'll bet you aren't.


BERG
Whadya want?


COLT
Guns, and lots of them.


BERG
You got money?


COLT
Y'know Commandat?


BERG
Yeh, I am his cheif supplier.


COLT
Well you gotta put all this crap on his bill. He told me to tell
yer ass so.


BERG
Sure, sure. Whaddya need?


COLT
(Reads from list)
Beretta 92 Sniper Rifle.


BERG
Check.


COLT
Uzi 9mm Automatic, times two.


BERG
New shipment only came in yesterday.


COLT
Desert Eagle .50.


BERG
Yeh. I think. Might charge a bit more, we ain't
got no many more o' 'em suckers.


COLT
Uh-huh. They go like hotcakes?


BERG
Yeh. They do.


COLT
The Desert Eagle's a good weapon. But they make it out
to be like a fucken' super-gun. But it's nothen' special.


BERG
Could still send y'all ta hell.


COLT
True. But I bet you two thousand dollars that it won't be 
a Desert Eagle that'll kill me.


BERG
Yeh. Right. Y'all want an'thin' else?


COLT
Mmmm. Err? Well...I...no.


BERG
Fine. Yer order will come to you in thirty-five days.


COLT
Thirty-five days...more chance of me havin' sex with the pope
than waiten' that long.


BERG
Then Ah'm sorry, y'all hafta go home.


Colt's fist flies forwards and Berg goes out like a light.


CUT TO:


COLT ON THE MOTORBIKE.



COLT
(Thinking)
The first half of "it" was complete. Now I only had to complete
the Vendetta half.  I had all the weapons. And had eliminated all
the people in my path who stood in the way. Now my mission was a
man---The Commandat.


ENT.ALLEY.DARK NIGHT



BASEBALL BOARD, is walking down an alley leading from the backstreet
of a Nightclub.  Suddenly a big hand closes over his mouth.  He lets
out a muffled howl.  CRACK! Colt smashes his head against a dumpster.
Board gets up from this and pulls a Derringer on Colt.


CRUNCH! He is smashed round the head by a Baseball bat. And he is hit
again. And Again.  Board screams in agony.


BOARD
P...please w...what d'you want? Why b...beat me so bad?


COLT
It's what you do to people, but even worse?


BASEBALL BOARD
I really hurt people that bad?


COLT
Yep.


BOARD
Gee, Whizz. W...what d'you want?


COLT
Where will Commandat be tomorrow?


BOARD
I ca...can't tell you that. 


CRACK.


BASEBALL BOARD
O...okay.  He'll be crusing around the shore on his latest
yacht.


COLT
Perfect. Perfect.


He turns round.  Board grabs up his Derringer.


BASEBALL BOARD
Hands up.


COLT
It doesn't need to end this way.


BASEBALL BOARD
Well, w...what can I do?


Colt swings round and FINISHES HIM WITH A CRACKING BLOW from the
bat.


COLT
Go fish.


DISSOLVE TO:



ENT.LUXURY YACHT.MORNING



Apache, Commandat and KELLY, Commandat's six-seven bodyguard.  Another
Bodyguard sails it.  



COMMANDAT
I think this is my best investment ever. This is a delightful vehcile.
So retro. Yet so Eco-friendly.


APACHE
You said that about your last vehicle, the bullet-proof stretch.


COMMANDAT
Shut up, Michael.


APACHE
Apache. You know never to call me that.



ENT.NEARBY ROOF.DAY



Colt enters the roof on a firestair, he has a guitar case.  
He takes out the Sniper-rifle and fits a Laser target to it.  


COLT
Now for Payback.


Colt takes out a large brick which has a smoothed edge. He checks the magazine,
pulls back the bolt. As he's about to finish the process, another man appears up
from the firestair.  He's short, with long crazy bleached blonde hair. His face 
is slightly deformed, but mostly hidden behind large thick glasses. This is 
FRIZZY, a Psychotic lunatic.



FRIZZY
Well gee, hi there! Nice to see yer gettin' in the view as well. 


He takes out an M4 Assault rifle and fixes a scope onto it.


FRIZZY
So, what're you doin' out here at this time, good-looking? 
(Cackles)


COLT
What're you doing here?


FRIZZY
Oh-ho, jus' assassinatin' and mastubartien'. What'choo 
doen'?


COLT
Completen' a hit.  Fuck off. 


FRIZZY
Snap. Who're you killen'?


COLT
Icin'. It sounds less lethal. The Commandat.


FRIZZY
Snap again. No I mean, slash.


He takes a Samurai sword from a scabbard in his trousers.  He takes
the blade out of the scabbards. And gently swings it backward and forwards.


FRIZZY
(Cont'd)
Sorry, I hafta kill you. He's mine.


COLT
Who're you worken' for?


FRIZZY
Zwolf, who else? And it looks like you'll hafta' die. You cain't
risk a shot. Not to alert the soon-to-be deadman.





SLOW MOTION:  Frizzy cackles again, then swings the blade back at a 
rifling speed, Colt somersaults over it. SLOW MOTION OFF.


FRIZZY
C'mon, let's dance, whoooa, let's shake it all about.


Frizzy swings forwards, again Colt dodges the Kitana. 


COLT
Fuck you!


He grabs the Sniper-rifle ans swings it back, the Samurai-sword CLASHES
against it.  Colt kicks Frizzy in the gut, he topples, almost falling
of the edge, but surges forwards, the Kitana comes at Colt again. Colt 
grabs the blade and pushes it back.


Unexpectedly, Frizzy loosens grip, and it PINGS back at him, the blade 
takes his head straight off.  The head rolls off the roof, and Colt stabs
Frizzy's body, then he lets go and the body (with the kitana) topples,
this time it goes straight off the roof.  


ENT.YACHT.DAY


The men are laughing at some rude joke.


KELLY
Yeh, so the gaffer comes round the side and guess what he says 
to the broad, guess?


APACHE
(Bored)
Geez, I have no idea.


KELLY
ENJOYED THE LIFT!


Him and Commandat almost die of laghter.



CUT TO:


COLT'S P.O.V-THROUGH SCOPE


He gets a good targeting of Commandat's head, as he laughs his hideous
little laugh. 


As Colt's finger tightens of the trigger. BLAMM! Another shot sets him off balance,
and he fires too late.



ENT.YACHT.DAY


Kelly throws himself in front of Commandat, BLAMMM! Colt's shot goes straight
through him and into Commandat. Commandat collapses on the ship in pain.


APACHE
Sheet! He missed!


ENT.ROOF NEXT TO COLT.DAY


A sniper hired by Apache takes aim again. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! Colt
blasts him off the roof. 



ENT.YACHT.DAY


APACHE
Sheet!


He draws a Beretta and aims at his older brother.


COMMANDAT
(In pain)
T...Tom...help me...Apache's trying to kill me...



Tom grabs a rifle and turns to action.  BLAM BLAM  BLAM BLAM. Tom
topples over the railings under Apache's fire.  Commandat crawls down
under the deck.


ENT.COLT'S ROOF.DAY



COLT
Shit, I'll have to...


He takes a run up and:



SLOW MOTION: A FOUR x SPLITSCREEN.


Apache looking for his brother.  Colt jumping. Kelly weakly going for his
gun.  Commandat returning with a Sawn-off AK47.


SLOW MOTION OFF.


Apache jumps back into the driver's-cabin thing. Commandat unleashes a
barrage of fire.  Kelly dies. Colt lands inches in front of the ship.
But grabs onto the railings. And swings onboard.


SLOW MOTION (Again!): Apache smashes the window and fires at Commandat.
With his Delta, Colt shoots Commandat six times. Then turns fire at Apache.
CRRRRAAAACK! Someone comes behind him.


AND EVERYTHING GOES BLACK.




LIGHT FILLS OUR PICTURE. THEN WE SEE BLURRED FORMS, TILL WE:


MATERIALIZE TO:


Colt, trussed up like a turker on a big metallic chair.  This was Commandat's
office. But now Apache and a group of his wily, crazy gangsters are drinking and
playing cards.  Another one enters.


APACHE'S GANGSTER
Hey, Bowss, I burnt the remainder of the "Commandat-ites".


APACHE
Right good. Now we just have to take care of mister-mystery here.


APACHE'S BODYGUARD
OH LOOK! He's woken up now!


Apache comes over and pokes Colt with a bamboo-cane.  Colt struggles.


APACHE
Who are you?


COLT
John Colt. I worked for your Brother.


CRACK. Apache whacks him round the face.  


APACHE
Never mentioned that scum.  What did you want with killing him?


COLT
He betrayed me.


APACHE
Did he really? Wait a second, hey Larry, is Mike back yet?


LARRY
(O.S)
Nope.


COLT
Mike's dead.


Apache swings back to him.


APACHE
Fuck of...what?


COLT
He's dead, I put four bullets in him, myself. No chance of surving
that.


APACHE
Really. So you were the other sniper?


COLT
Yeh.


APACHE
You were my brother's top assassin, No 88, were you not?


COLT
Yeh.


APACHE
Ah-huh. You just signed your death warrant.


As Apache raises his gun to Colt's head, a series of gunshots are heard.


APACHE
'The fuck's goin' on now.


LARRY
(O.S)
Fuck! Fuck!


Larry limps onto screen with a leg full of lead. 


LARRY
Shit, there're two guys coming down the hallway.


Suddenly the door breaks open, two men in leather jackets enter the
room. SPRAYING THE PLACE WITH LEAD. LARRY GOES DOWN, TWO MORE MEN GO DOWN,
EVERYONE ELSE JUMPS FOR COVER. One of the men is ZWOLF, a tall lean guy of
Germanic origin, with a moustache and long black hair in a ponytail.
The other is RIK.


Apache turns to shoot Colt.  Suddenly a window smashes open, and a pineapple
grenade is chucked into the far corner of the room. BOOOOOOOOOOOM! 
Some of the men hiding there are killed.  Apache gets freaked and turns to run
out the room.  A brave gangman pops up and shoots at Rike and Zwolf, Rik goes
flying out of the room.


ZWOLF
SHIT! I'M DEAD!


Bulldog comes through the window, dressed all in black.  He starts shooting the place
up.  Bad guys tumble backwards and forwards. He turns to Colt.


BULLDOG
You said I'd be back.


He slashes Colt's ropes.  Suddenly more gunfire spays into the room. No-one knows where they
are or what's going on. Bulldog slides acroszs the floor firing both guns.  



ENT.CORRIDOR.DAY


Bulldog and Colt come through the door, like crazy. Zwolf taps Colt on the back.


ZWOLF
Hey! Colt! It's me...


(SLOW MOTION) BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM. Colt shoots Zwolf again and again with his gun (he
picked it up from Larry's body).  


COLT
For Matt.



On Zwolf's face is a look of twisted surprise, and ultimately painful death, Zwolf
crashes over two tables, two bullets whacking into his bullet proof vest, the other
bullets miss.  Zwolf crashes onto the ground next to Larry's dead body.  Zwolf lies
still for a minute, then painfully gets up.  He takes out a Redhawk revolver.



ENT.CORRIDOR.DAY




Bulldog hurries in front of Colt, who struggles with a bad leg.  Bulldog goes out 
of sight.  Colt passes an open toilet door.



VOICE
(DRUGGED)
(O.S)
Here it comes! The white flash is nigh! He come he come!



ENT.TOILET.DAY


Colt enters, and finds a man on drugs, his high is just finishing. The
man turns to him, and Colt recognizes him as MARTIN CHONG.


CHONG
You! You! You ruined me!


Chong in a state of drug-fuelled madness, charges Colt, who goes flying
across the room.  Chong draws a switchblade.


CHONG
Come! Come! O' foolish one! Now you meet the Gods.


He swings the Switchblade.  Colt grabs a lead pipe and SMACKS Chong round
the face with it and the fat man crumples. Colt drops the pipe, and takes
out his Beretta again.


ENT.CORRIDOR.DAY


Colt enters out, and sees fresh bloody footprints. He follows them to
a blue wooden door.



ENT.BOARD ROOM.GROUND FLOOR.DAY



SUDDENLY HE WALKS STRAIGHT INTO A STAND-OFF.



COLT
What the fuck?


Bulldog has his Magnum .44 in Apache's face, and Apache has a gun on him
as well.  Colt puts his Beretta on Apache.  


APACHE
You do not need to be in thiz mister Colt.


COLT
Oh believe me, the day you and your brother was born
was a reason enough for me to be in this.


Zwolf comes through the door, bloody and battered. He smiles when he sees
Colt, and raises the gun to his head.


FULL SHOT OF THE MEXICAN STAND-OFF:


ZWOLF, GUN ON COLT, COLT, GUN ON APACHE, APACHE GUN ON BULLDOG, BULLDOG
GUN ON APACHE.


As they get ready to fire, Chong comes in, half-dead and extremley
pissed.  He has two Uzis, all pointed on the others.


BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM


GUNFIRE SPINS WILDLY, SOME OF THE MEN DIVE FOR COVER.  FIRST TO GO IS
APACHE, BLOWN BACK BY COUNTLESS BULLETS BY BULLDOG AND COLT.  BULLDOG IS HIT AND GOES OUT
THROUGH THE WINDOW.  ZWOLF AND CHONG BLAST AWAY, AND CHONG IS BROUGHT
TO HIS KNEES, BUT A FINAL BURST OF FIRE TAKES ZWOLF'S LEGS OUT FROM HIM.


CHONG'S FAT BODY SLAMS TO THE FLOOR, ZWOLF ON TOP OF HIM. Apache slides
down the wall.  Colt, the only survivor, walks to the window and looks outside,
there is no sign of Bulldog.


COLT
The end. I suppose.


DISSOLVE TO:


ENT.STREET.DAY



Colt walks, painfully, away.  He tucks his Beretta inside his jacket
pocket.  As he walks, everything goes into surreal soundless slow motion.


CLOSE ON:

THE FLIGHT OF A BULLET, IT SMACKS COLT RIGHT IN THE BACK AND HE GOES DOWN TO
HIS KNEES.


SLOW MOTION OFF:  BLAM! Colt turns round and SHOOTS at the assailant. 


CLOSE ON:


CLAUSE BERG: As he goes down to his knees.


BERG
Hey! Guess what? This is a Desert eagle...


Colt and Berg die.  As they go, a pickup goes past the pavement where they are.


AS WE CUT TO BLACK:


WE GET A GLIMPSE OF BULLDOG'S FACE.






CREDITS ROLL:



                                   CODA
                                  -------
                                  THE END

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