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                                  "LOCKHAWK"


                                      BY


                                   The Goose
























OPEN UP ON:




ACT ONE


"DRUGS, THUGS AND HUGS"





LONDON-RUNDOWN BARN


MATT HAWKER, 25, 6'3, Black-hair, wears a leather-jacket,
Shades and a pair of run-down and rather torn jeans enters.

HAWKER
Campbell! I know you're here.  C'mon
Out, I'm ready to buy your shit.
Yes it's me, Hawker.  Now you said
You'd do this, c'mon out. C'MON!

EWING CAMPBELL, a big, black Cockney hard-ass enters, with a dodgy smirk. 
Behind him are two of his toughs, T.T and P.P. Both black 
and looking mean.

CAMPBELL
Yo, Hawkey, ma main man, wassappenin'
Dude? 

HAWKER
Enough talking, Campbell. Gimme my shi…

CAMPBELL
No, geezer. Let's talk-I wanna
Know stuff ‘bout you-and I'm
Sure y'all wanna find out
Stuff ‘bout me. So c'mon, temme'
Your life story.

Hawker grimaces, he doesn't like talking about
His life, but he will.

HAWKER
I was born in Stirling, Scotland-when I
Was five years old, I blew up my dad's car
With my first chemistry set. Oh, he was
In it of course-the car was a complete
Write-off and so was he.  Then
I ran away, and got on a boat to Birmingham.
Where I was fostered by a young couple.
I lived with them til I was seventeen,
Then I got my first taste of Coke,
I smoked Pot, They found out and couldn't
Take it, so I went to live on the streets.
And moved to London, where I shared a flat
With three more fellow addicts.  And well…
I still do.

CAMPBELL
Then y'all moved onto Heroin,
Am I right?

HAWKER
We gotta real brain-box here.
Whoa! BOFF! BOFF! Intelligent
Person, whoa! Call Oxford,
Oxford, hello-yeh, it's
Me-there's this guy here
Ewing Campbell he guesses the obvious,
Whoa! I know! What a Boffin!

UHT-OH! He suddenly realizes, this is a tough mother that
He's dealing with.  How's Campbell gonna react?

He turns to him, Campbell looks shocked for a moment, then
He bursts into a spasm of reassuring laughter.

CAMPBELL
I like ya, Matt-oh mind if I call you
That, a who cares, I bet you're too
Scared of me to say not…

HAWKER
I prefer Hawker.

CAMPBELL
Damn it you really balls,
Ain't ya? Y'all ain't scared of
No-one.  Are ya?

HAWKER
Nope, now gimme what you got.

CAMPBELL
I got six bags on me, now I'm a sly
MotherFuck, so I say a hundred dollars
A bag?

HAWKER
Sure.

CAMPBELL
Damn, six-hundred. You may earn a lot,
But you one hell of an addict.
Mr.Hawker.

Hawker takes out a big, fat roll of notes, sorts
Through them, then places the right amount into Campbell's hands.

He licks his lips. 

CAMPBELL
One.

He hands Hawker one bag.

CAMPBELL
Two.

Another.

CAMPBELL
Three.

Another.

CAMPBELL
Four.

Another.

CAMPBELL
Five.

Another.

CAMPBELL
Six.

Hawker thanks him, then somehow packs the bags into his Nike
Sports jacket. Then he nods to Campbell, and turns to go.

CAMPBELL
Say, Mr Hawker-d'you carry a gun?

HAWKER
Nope.

CAMPBELL
Stunner? Switchblade? Knife? Pen-knife? 
Dagger? Anything like that?

HAWKER
A pen-knife, yeh. But I don't see
Much trouble.

CAMPBELL
I carry a Black Beretta 9mm automatic
Handgun, fifteen in the magazine, and
One in the pipe-it's lethal.

He takes out the Beretta that he just described. And cocks it.
Hawker's eyes don't even look slightly worried.

CAMPBELL
The boys carry mean shit too. Don't'cha, guys?

T.T and P.P both take out Berettas, and cock them.

HAWKER
You're a fan of Berettas, right?

CAMPBELL
Oh, yeh they're great American guns. Y'all see I
Come from the United States.  So I like to
Carry stuff from the U.S.A. Gives me a more
Homely feel when I blow some sorry bastard's
Head off.

HAWKER
‘You kill much?

CAMPBELL
Mm, twice a week. And you?

HAWKER
No.

CAMPBELL
Don't like to live on the wild side?

HAWKER
Kinda. Say where d'you get this stuff from?

CAMPBELL
Straight from the factories in the U.S.

HAWKER
Any chance of giving me an address?

CAMPBELL
No way, man. You get this stuff off
Me, and me only.

HAWKER
Okay, okay.

He notices that Campbell's voice takes on a nastier pitch, 
showing that he's an evil son of a bitch.

CAMPBELL
Sorry ‘bout that.

HAWKER
Don't worry. Say, I'm pretty impressed with them
Guns, that you got there.  Who's your
Dealer?

CAMPBELL
What? You want one of these babies?

HAWKER
You bet.

CAMPBELL
I thought you didn't like to live dangerously?

HAWKER
Well I might, if I had a weapon I could rely on.

CAMPBELL
I get ‘em off a guy called Devlin. Rory Devlin,
Decent guy. Owns a gun shop in The Strand.
But he wouldn't sell you one, nah. He don't
Know you, but he would for me. So, tell you what,
Why don't I get you one of this babies, then 
You gimme the money.  Say, we meet here next
Wednesday? Nine-thirty-five.

HAWKER
Suits me.

CAMPBELL
Matt, I do like you-you are a real
Cool son of a bitch. Would you consider
Doin' a job for me?

HAWKER
What kind?

CAMPBELL
Drugs trafficking, hell-I can't
Do it on my own. I've only got two
People. 

HAWKER
Anything else?

CAMPBELL
Err, I could get ya assassination
Jobs. Anything.

HAWKER
Anything, hey? This sounds good.

CAMPBELL
Trust me, it is.

HAWKER
Well I gotta go.

CAMPBELL
Yeh see ya.

Hawker gives him the thumbs-up, then begins moving towards the door.  
Campbell and his bodyguards put their guns away.

OUTSIDE BARN

Hawker steps outside, and looks around. Life is good. He's
Got himself a real good deal, or so he thinks.

Suddenly he hears a weird movement, something sinister in the air, immediately he wheels round.
Suddenly a Uniform cop throws himself onto him, and grabs him round the waist,
 then he SLAMS his head against the wall.

Suddenly the outside is swarming with cops, most of them are armed response unit. 
 Hawker is thrown on the floor,

Face first.  And a Nightstick is SHOVED painfully into his back,
 while he is cuffed.

UNIFORMED COP#1
Dirty scum.

A big police Captain, CAPTAIN MCGREGOR, is leading this arrest.
 He motions to the other cops.

MCGREGOR
GEDDIN THERE, THE DEALER'S STILL THERE!
C'MON!

He grabs an Assault-rifle off one of the armed officers,
 then charges into the Barn.

BARN

Campbell has barely any-time to react, he just wheels 
round and finds the Cops storming the are.

-BLAM- 

He fires first and kills a non-uniform officer. McGregor
AIMS at Campbell and fires, POINT BLANK.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Campbell is blown back. P.P makes a break for the back exit, 
but his way is blocked by: 

THIRTY ARMED/UNIFORM COPS.

T.T is also arrested and hurled to the ground.

MCGREGOR
Is that Godfrey on the floor, how is he?

UNIFORMED OFFICER#1
It ain't Godfrey, It's Fleming…and he's…
Dead! Shit!

MCGREGOR
DAMN IT!

OUTSIDE BARN

Unaware of the death. Another officer, FULLER throws Hawker angrily 
to the ground and raises a Nightstick.

FULLER
I'm gonna kill you, you Drug-dealing scum!

Surprisingly Hawker LAUGHS! 

HAWKER
Okay, Stefan game's up.

Fuller un-cuffs, him and helps him up, they
Slap a hi-five!

HAWKER
Did I do okay?

FULLER
A-okay, did you swap him his own dodgy money
For the drugs?

Hawker takes them out of his jacket-pocket.

FULLER
Ha!

HAWKER
Well I better see how it went, where's
My old partner, shouldn't he be
Here, now?

FULLER
Fleming's in there.

BARN

Hawker enters.  And looks around, happy that the operation has gone 
smoothly, he sees Campbell dead on the floor.

But this doesn't really worry him, as Campbell seemed an evil
Sod, so it served him right.  

But then Matt notices something weird, everyone is walking around, 
with faces as long as a Giraffe's neck.

HAWKER
Cheer up, guys! Didn't we do a good enough
Job? Hell, it looks like a funeral parlour.
Say, Cap'n where's Fleming?

McGregor walks over to Hawker, and lies a hand on his shoulder. 

MCGREGOR
Matt, brace yourself for this.

HAWKER
What? 

He steps out of the way, and Hawker sees Fleming, DEAD!
A neat round bullet hole in his head!

CLOSE ON:

FLEMING-DEAD.

HAWKER
(V.O)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

He screams trail off, as we:

CUT TO:


SNOT-POT PUB U.S.A 

The Snot-pot is a small and average Pub. By most peoples
Standards, a decent sort of place to have a few pints.

It's night time and raining, but it's the sort of rain that 
you can just about deal with, not torrential I mean.

Outside the Parking-lot is fairly cramped, showing that this
Place is definitely a favoured night-spot for the residents of this place. 

INSIDE
 
Most of the population, are skinny broads, and their thuggish
 boyfriends. The barman looks a decent merry kind of guy. 

Sitting on a stool in front of him is JACK LOCKER, a really tall and brawny 

guy in his mid 30's.  He wears ripped jeans 

And a Chicago Cubs T-shirt.  He is sitting with his 
back to the bar and his face in a newspaper.

The Barman, desperate to quench his thirst for the dying 
art of conversation speaks to him.

BARMAN
Haven't seen you here before, are you new?

LOCKER
What to the area? No.  I've been here for a while.

BARMAN
There was a time once when I knew almost everyone in this part
Of Detroit, but that time went long, long
Ago.

LOCKER
Oh.

BARMAN
Not in talkative mood?

LOCKER
No, not really.

The Barman notices that Locker hasn't been reading the paper all 
along, and is staring past it at a group of tough-looking yobs.

The leader is DAVEY MCGUIRE, a big black dude with dreadlocked hair. 
 He is talking to two other Chinese looking men.

In one hand he clutches a HUGE Adidas sports-bag.  Something very big 
and bulky appears to be in it.

BARMAN
You're a cop aren't you? I can see it,
The way you look at that lot. I'd
Steer very clear of him. That's
Davey McGuire, he comes in here
Nearly every night ‘n' causes
Trouble.  Real trouble I mean, not your
Average yob.  Some reckon he's into arms
Dealing.

LOCKER
Cop? Me? I'm the opposite.

The Barman stares at Locker for a long time, 
if he's not a cop, then he's something of authority, definitely.

Maybe he's an F.B.I agent, or something to do with the armed forces. 
 Or maybe he could just be the opposite.

BARMAN
Hey, Mr. McGuire, sir. We got a Copper
Over here.

McGuire turns round, and stares accusing eyes on Locker, who
Stares back.

MCGUIRE
He's a cop alright, one of authority too. Clear
Off ya Prick. We don't want your
Kind in here, do we Lee?

BARMAN
No, sir.

MCGUIRE
And cut the sir crap, it's
Man to you!

Locker turns to the Barman with a look of misery, it's clear 
he's trying to suck up to McGuire.  

The two Chinese guys stretch restlessly in their chairs. McGuire 
is still looking Locker down.

LOCKER
Are you bent, or something?

MCGUIRE
WHAT?

LOCKER
The way you're looking me down. I
Can tell, I can see the burning desire
For me in your eyes. I can see it!

McGuire is outraged by this, and he WHIPS a GLOCK
.45, out of his pocket and aims it at Locker.

-BLAM-

The bullet, aimed to kill Locker WHIZZES harmlessly past
His head and into the wall behind the bar.

The Barman, sensing trouble ducks under his bar.

Locker YANKS a Walther P9K out of nowhere and aims at McGuire.

LOCKER
Drop your weapon and stick ya
Hands in the air, punk!

MCGUIRE
Kiss my ass!

-BLAM-

He fires again, but Locker THROWS himself unceremoniously over 
the bar and onto the Barman.

MCGUIRE
Take the weapons, ma little Chinese
Dudes. I'll deal with this dickhead
Detective.

The two Chinese men nod and grab the big bag.

Suddenly Locker POPS up and:

-BLAM-

Sends a bullet McGuire's way, but McGuire KICKS a table
Over, and ducks behind it.  Locker jumps over the Bar.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

His next shots are aimed at the Chinese men, one is NICKED
In the leg, and he COLLAPSES onto the other!

McGuire is on his feet firing.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

But Locker SPRINTS very fast, and runs over a table, he then 
SOMERSAULTS through the air, and KICKS a bottle at McGuire.

Meanwhile, the People who were in the bar are all hurrying out, scared out of their brains.  

-BLAM-

McGuire fires again at Locker, but Locker is SAILING through the air, 
and he lands behind some overturned chairs.

McGuire is quick to his feet, and SCANNING the area for Locker. Suddenly 
the Barman pops up with a SHOTGUN.

McGuire doesn't know who the Barman is gonna shoot at, so he WHEELS round and:

-BLAM-

Lets him have it, The Barman goes flying down and SMASHES into a shelf full 
of bottles. The Shotgun lands on the bar.

This is the chance Locker needs, he can now accuse McGuire for Murder.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Locker pops up and fires multiple shots at McGuire, but the big black man 
dodges them all, The Chinese guy#1 shouts something.

McGuire nods and grabs the Sports-bag, he TEARS out a MINI ROCKET-LAUNCHER! 
 Locker's eyes go wide.  He BREAKS free of the chairs.

The Chinese men escape through the door, still clutching the bag.

Locker RUNS towards the Shotgun, as:

-BOOOOOMF-

McGuire madly fires the Rocket-Launcher, it isn't exceptionally powerful, 
but it blows up some of the wall!

LOCKER
DROP THE ROCKET-LAUNCHER, JACKASS! OR
ELSE I KILL YOU!

McGuire laughs, this guy's gone psycho. Meanwhile outside we hear sirens.  

-BOOOOOMF-

McGuire's past caring, he DESTROYS the Bar, just as Locker 
grabs the SHOTGUN and ROLLS to safety.

McGuire has run out of ammo, but he tosses the Rocket-Launcher
 away, and looks around.

The Building is on fire, and it looks like a bomb-site. Smoke 
is rising and soon it'll burn right down.

-BOOMF-

Suddenly a Shotgun ROUND hits McGuire straight in the stomach and he is
 SHOT forward and into the wall. Then Locker runs for

The door.

OUTSIDE

PULL BACK:


So we see the Pub from a distance, it has been almost ravaged by fire, 
Squad-cars surround it, and Cops draw guns.

One form manages to struggle out of it, that is the form
Of: DETECTIVE SERGEANT JACK LOCKER!

CUT TO:

BRITISH POLICE-STATION MORNING

Hawker enters, trying to look calm and collective. He enters
An Office-room. Fuller comes up to him.

FULLER
Matt? What're you doing here?
McGregor gave you leave-you 
Should take it. 

HAWKER
What's the point? Mourning
Isn't gonna bring J.J back
Is it? Anyway I haven't
Come for work, I've come for
A transfer!

FULLER
What? Matt, are you kiddin'
Me? You're the best that we
Got. Hell, last night you shone
In that drugs-raid, 
Anyway, where's this transfer
To?

HAWKER
America.

FULLER
Sheesh. What do the wife and
Kids think?

HAWKER
Well the station gives me too
Many unhappy memories, y'know
The vibe? 

FULLER
Best friend's death?
Yeh, I know.

HAWKER 
It's sad, but well-they
Don't mind. Especially the kids,
They love the idea of going
To live in the U.S.A.

FULLER
Where in the U.S.A?

HAWKER
Detroit.

FULLER
Damn it! That's a tough place,
Detroit. Are you sure you want
Your kids to grow up in that sort
Of environment?

HAWKER
Believe me, Stefan. You don't
Know my kids like I do.
Anyone who tried to Mug them, would
Be sitting with the Devil before they
Knew it!

FULLER
That sounds like your off-spring.

HAWKER
Oh cheers, anyway I gotta
See McGregor.

He walks into McGregor's office. As Fuller is
Approached by another cop, Tom "DIXIE" Dixon.

TOM
He's remaining remarkably
Cheerful, for some dude who's
Just lost his partner and best
Friend.

FULLER
That's what I'm thinking. But
He's a hard-ass, Matt is.
I know he'll pull through.
Not that we'll see him do it.

TOM
Huh?

FULLER
He's moving to America.

TOM
What?

FULLER
Yeh, on transfer.

CUT TO:

MCGREGOR'S OFFICE

McGregor sits at his desk playing with a sponge-ball, when
Hawker enters he quickly hides it.

MCGREGOR
Matt? What're you doing over
Here?

HAWKER
Well, I thought about the move to
America and me and my family-we've
Decided to go through with it.

MCGREGOR
Are you sure, Matt?

HAWKER
Yeh, I think it's for the best.

MCGREGOR
Well, it's your life…

DISSOLVE TO:

OUTSIDE FLAT NUMBER.4-DETROIT

It is in a tiny block of Flats in the darker parts of Detroit.
Outside it's about mid-day, and people are getting on with their
 everyday lives.

A Homeless Wino is singing "When the saints come marching in…", 
when some guy walks past, and stubs his cigarette into

The Wino's trilby, the Wino immediately gets up to fight, but
The Guy with the fag, SMASHES him in the Jaw. And he drops.

An old man is taking out his trash,  he nods to some guy who's 
on drugs, but the guy just gives him the finger!

YEP THIS IS DEFINIETLY AMERICA!

FLAT

It would be an okay place, if the current owner didn't actually own it.

Fast-food wrappers, and porn magazines litter the floors, and a small Chiwowa
 is running around yapping. Suddenly an alarm clock goes off.

And up jumps, MARIOCHI REEVE, One of the Chinese guys from the Pub, the one who 
didn't get shot. We can also see the sports-bag in the background.

He is about thirty-eight, with long black hair, flat down to his forehead, and 
a skinny but powerful frame.

He wears nothing but boxers.

On the bedside table is a small mirror, with the remains of some Crack on it, 
he had this stuff last night.

He then walks to the foot of his bed, and makes sure that the
Sports-bag is there, luckily for him it is.

He un-zips it, and we get a look at the contents. An M16, the parts of some 
kind of Sniper-rifle and an assortment of Handguns.

Then Reeve heads over to his bed, and lifts the mattress up, underneath it 
is some Ninja weapons.  He nods good, nothing is gone.

Now, he decides to go down to the day's chores, but what are they?

He begins looking around the room for something, where on Earth did he
 put that piece of paper?

Finally he finds it at looks at it, it reads the three objectives for the day.

1.	Ring Todd.
2.	Go shopping
3.	Avenge McGuire's death.

Mm, he thinks. This lot should be easy. Now where could
He find Todd's number?

He goes towards his phone, a small black tatty instrument and searches round 
a heap of paper, for an address-book.

Finally he finds it, and thumbs through the pages. Where is it? Where is it?

Ah-ha, it would be under F, for Franklin. F, F, F.
He eventually finds it, and dials the number.

SPLITSCREEN:

Between Reeve and TODD FRANKLIN, a long and un-healthily 
thin guy with greasy blonde hair.

REEVE
Todd, It's me, Reeve.


Todd speaks with a hurried Canadian accent.

TODD
Mariochio? Ah-ha.

REEVE
What did you want then?

TODD
Yeh.  Well.
(Pause)
No-one else is there with you, are
They?

REEVE
Aht-ah. Nope.

TODD
I heard about McGuire's
Death and your near escape.

Reeve nods, and begins looking for something in a drawer.
He can't seem to find it.

Finally, he finds a cigarette and lights it.

REEVE
Sorry about that, anyway. Yeh,
I didn't know McGuire too much,
And he did seem a bit of a bastard,
But I still want to kill that
Lunatic cop that killed him.

TODD
Right, yeh. Whatever. Anyway, as you
Enjoy working for me I've got a 
Job for you…and before you say
No, I will personally buy you a
New Rocket-Launcher if you do it.

REEVE
Keep talking.

TODD
Well I have arranged for some of our…err
Photos to be dropped in by a guy named
Kurt, he's some American Mafia-associate
Thinks he's really tough. Pick the package up
Off him.  Then waste him.

REEVE
Why waste him?

TODD
Because I don't really trust him.
Then I want you to give it to 
Ray, who'll post it on our
Site. Of course don't open
It.

REEVE
Which site? We got so many.
Where do I meet this Kurt
Geezer?

TODD
At The Raybolt club, y'know in
South York street? At Four-fifty-
Five on Friday.

REEVE
D'you think we'll ever get caught?

Reeve stubs out his cigarette, then lights
A new one. This guy's a chain-smoker.

TODD
Fuck, man. Don't get jumpy, just ‘cos
Some cop almost caught you, and shot
Massamo.  I promise you, cross my heart
And hope to die, that he will be dead
By the end of the week. Oh and how
Is Massamo?

REEVE
I don't know, I saw him stumble
Away to his apartment late last night,
Saying he's okay. But I don't know.
This could be the end for him.

TODD
Well if he wants out, then he ain't
Gettin' out, because I want all
The guys that I can get.
There are a good lot of PAEDOPHILES
On the internet, hungry for our works
Of art.  I need all the guys I can get.
A vicious Ring of PAEDOPHILES is gonna
Scare cops, they don't wanna
Come up against us, they're all scared.
Crying with their mummies.

REEVE
Would you ever kill Massamo?

TODD
If he tried to escape, then yeh.
Of course, dummy. You gotta be
Ruthless.

REEVE
How much will you give me? And is this
Kurt Guy gonna charge?

TODD
Charge? He wouldn't dare charge
Me. He knows what I'd do, anyway
If you kill him-he won't need any
Money.  I'll give you two hundred
For the job, and five hundred for
The drop-off, that's seven hundred
Dollars in all, whaddaya think?

REEVE
You bet.

TODD
And I'll get ya the Rocker-launcher on top
Of it. 

REEVE
Suits me.

TODD
Actually, the  other night. I
Was thinking about going into the
Business of white gold. I mean, it's
A good dishonest living, ain't it?

REEVE
Crack…oh yeh.

TODD
It's your favourite isn't it?

REEVE
Yep.

TODD
Well I'd better go.

REEVE
Yeh

TODD
See ya around.

Reeve SLAMS the phone down. He looks at his mirror. He's
Out! He doesn't wanna wait till he's paid, he needs Crack now!

REEVE
Hmmmmm.

He goes over to the mirror, and looks at the tiny smudge of crack left.

It's not really worth bothering about, he TIPS it into the bin.


Then Reeve moves over to the fridge.

CUT TO:

PLANE TO DETROIT

Hawker sits on a seat on a big Jumbo-Jet, rubbing his temples 
and trying to relax.

In the two seats next to him are his kids, TIM and LIZ,
Both of them are six-year old trouble-makers.

Then next to them is, KITTY, his very attractive blonde-haired wife.  

KITTY
Matt, you really should take something for
That headache of yours.

HAWKER
I'll be okay.

KITTY
I hear this every time you have a 
Headache, then an hour later you're
In bed, writhing around wishing you'd
Taken something.

HAWKER
Well I can't get into bed on here.
So I'll be okay.

TIM
Will you carry a gun when you
Go as a cop in America, Dad?

HAWKER
Yes, and unless you wanna
Be my first choice for target
Practice then shut up.

LIZ
Tim, you bastard, get off my Gameboy!

KITTY
Liz! Where d'you learn such words?

LIZ/TIM
Daddy!

KITTY
Oh no you don't! Your father is a 
Responsible adult, you'd never see
Him swear like that!

HAWKER
Shut the Fuck up kids!

Both kids laugh, Kitty just GROANS.

TIM
Err, mum?

KITTY
Yes?

TIM
Is it true that you go like 
A rabbit?

KITTY
WHAT!?!

LIZ
That's what daddy said, when he
Was talking
To a friend from work.

KITTY
(Quietly)
Oh that man!

HAWKER
CAN YOU LOT JUST SHUT UP!

They decide that it's time to be quiet. And Hawker closes
His eyes, and is just revelling in the silence when:

CAPTAIN
(Through Radio)
(LOUD)
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your
Captain speaking we are now half an
Hour away from Detroit national airport.
Captain out.

Then there's an awfully high-pitched BLEEP.  Hawker GROANS.
In the seat in front of Tim sits a very fat man.

Tim keeps hitting his chair, and the Fat man turns round.

FAT MAN
‘Scuse me, little ‘un. D'you
mind not doin' that, I'm
try'na sleep.

TIM
Shut up Donkey-Fucker! Or else
My Daddy will beat you up!

LIZ
Yeh, he said you were a fat old 
Jackass. 

FAT MAN
Which one's your dad?

Liz and Tim both point to Hawker, who is facing the other
Way. The Fat man braces himself.

-POW-

His fist flies and connects HARD with the end of Hawker's nose, 
Hawker flies forward, and SMASHES against the seat in front.

Where an old-woman sits, she turns round and CRACKS him over the head 
with a walking-stick.

OLD-WOMAN
You awful little man!

HAWKER
What did I do?

ACT TWO

"NEW JOB"

DETROIT-TWO DAYS LATER

It is raining hard, very hard in fact in Detroit today.
A dog walks along the pavement and has a crap, then it proceeds to devour it.

One side of the road we can see about five shops. Two Punks walk out of the 
Arcade and stumble down the road.

The Punks are sticking their middle fingers up at all the people in the cars which WHIZZ by.

Suddenly a really cool vehicle shoots down the road, it is a Monster-Truck, 
it is painted black and decorated with evil

Looking serpents.

MONSTER-TRUCK

Hawker is driving it.  He looks a lot better than he did on the plane. 
 And he wears a brand-new suit.

But Hawker can't seem to get his tie right. He keeps pulling it up 
and down, but it just won't go.


RADIO
Hello this is Dangly D'Do.  And this is Radio
Dic, for Northern Detroit. The only Radio station 
for Homosexual, Alien Satan-worshippers in Detroit!

Hawker turns the radio off.

Finally he manages to sort his tie out, then he scratches his back, 
and turns his attention to the road.

HAWKER
New job here I come.

Suddenly the phone rings.

-DRING-DRING-

Hawker puts his cell-phone onto "handsfree".

HAWKER
Hello?

TIM
Daddy, you're a dickhead!

KITTY
(B.G)
Tim! 

They argue in whispers for a minute then:

TIM
Good luck, daddy.

HAWKER
Thanks.

LIZ
I hope you do okay, Dadster.

HAWKER
Dadster? That's a good one.

KITTY
Matt, good luck. And invite your partner and his/her
Family round for tea, won't you?

HAWKER
Yeh, yeh whatever. Bye.

KITTY
Bye.

TIM/LIZ
Daddy, don't masturbat…

Hawker hangs up.

HAWKER
Coarse little Bastards.

POLICE STATION

Hawker DANGEROUSLY swerves into the car-park, and RAMS
A BMW into a tree-trunk!

Hawker looks out the window and shrugs.

Then he gets out, tightens his tie. And walks into the
Station.

INSIDE POLICE STATION 

Hawker enters and looks around, it seems an okay sort of place. 
He looks at the reception-desk. 

The receptionist, LILY, a small girl with curly-blonde hair is engrossed 
in a book entitled "DEATH OF THE WEREWOLF". She looks up and sees him.

LILY
Oh, hello. Didn't see you come in.

HAWKER
Hi. I'm Detective Sergeant Matthew Hawker.

LILY
Oh, hello Mr. Hawker.

HAWKER
Call me Matt, please.

LILY
I'm Lily, Lily Washington.
You'll hear a lot about me, but
Most of them ain't true.

HAWKER
Okay.

LILY
The new British recruit, aren't you?


HAWKER
Yeh.

LILY
Yes. Well, Lieutenant Jackson wants
To see you.

HAWKER
Sure. Is he grouchy?

LILY
Nah, he's one of the nicest guys you
Could ever wanna
Meet.

Hawker gives her the thumbs-up, then goes into the
Office.

OFFICE 

Hawker looks around, and sees loads of officers milling around the 

place, all of them are armed.

This seems unusual to him, and he feels kind of left out.


Some of the Cops stare at Hawker, as if determining his sexuality,
 he gives them the finger.

They exchange a grin. Hawker walks to the door, when

SUDDENLY:

IT BURSTS OPEN IN HIS FACE, and LIEUTENANT A. JACKSON, a huge guy 
with a really big afro jumps on him!

JACKSON
Hi, ma lil' man. How y'all doin'?

Everyone laughs, Hawker raises his eyebrow.

JACKSON'S OFFICE

Jackson sits down at his desk, and shoves his feet
On it, dirtying up some important-looking documents.

JACKSON
Well, Mr. Hawker, always nice to see
Two English faces.

HAWKER
Two?

JACKSON
Yeh, Locker's English too.

Hawker pulls up another chair, and slouches down on it.

HAWKER
Oh.

JACKSON
Well, I'll get one of my officers to take you down
To the armoury. And we'll sort you outa
Gun.

HAWKER
I've done workshops in…

JACKSON
Who gives a Fuck?


Hawker shrugs, he likes this guy. 

HAWKER
This is my first time in
The U.S.A.

JACKSON
Well, ma Brother, you gonna
Enjoy it. 

HAWKER
Good.

Jackson shuffles in his seat.

JACKSON
Well, Detroit ain't the
Best place in America, but it certainly
Is one of the most interesting.
Hell yeah.  Y'know, I shot six
Guys in one day once. Wasn't that
Cool?

HAWKER
You bet.

JACKSON
I like you, man. Anyway, you're going with
Locker. You'll like him, he's a respectable
Geezer. Dead-shot with a gun.
If he was called Dick, we'd call him
Dead-eye dick!

He dials a number on his telephone.

JACKSON
Can you bring Detective Sgt. Locker in
Please?

LILY
I'll try and find him.

JACKSON
Righto, baby.

LILY
Sir!

JACKSON
Sorry, girl.

He puts the phone down.

HAWKER
Is Locker the British guy?

JACKSON
Y'all bet yo', Fucking motherFucking
Ass, he is.

HAWKER
Cheers.

LILY
(PHONE)
I got Locker here, sir.
I'll send him in.

JACKSON
One other thing . . .
(Hawker turns to him)
Detroit's a dangerous place, it ain't
Like Britain, I just want ya to
Know that.

Hawker thinks for a moment.

HAWKER
I'll be real careful.

JACKSON
Err, about your partner, I'm sorry.

HAWKER
Fleming was a good-guy, he didn't
Deserve to die.

JACKSON
(nodding)
Well, I don't wanna sound psycho, but that's
Life and ya just gotta except it, that 
These things do happen, even if we 
Don't want ‘em to.

HAWKER
I know that.

JACKSON
Locker's working on a new case, just
Try and help him as much as ya can.
And remember, if you're dealing
With an armed suspect, don't hesitate
Just blow his head off.

HAWKER
Yes sir.

JACKSON
One other thing, it's man, 
Not sir.

They see Locker outside the office. And Hawker
Exits.

MAIN OFFICE 

Hawker comes out, of the door and stares at Locker.

JACKSON
Locker, man. Take good care of
His British-ass, and sort him
Out a Gun.

LOCKER
Yes, man.

Locker stares at Hawker, who stares back. Both of them
Stare wildly, as if they are about to kill each other.

ACT THREE

LOCK MEETS HAWK-LOCKHAWK

Then suddenly they shake hands, and immediately we
Know these two are gonna get on well.

Locker clears his throat.

LOCKER
Hey, I'm Jack Locker. I'm
British too.

HAWKER
Matt Hawker. 

LOCKER
Well we'd better get you a 
Gun, then I'll show you around
Town.

HAWKER
What've you got?

LOCKER
Walther P9K.

He opens his jacket, and we can see it sitting comfortably in
It's holster.

GUN-ROOM

It is a rather small dimly-lit room, on the walls we can see shotguns and 
Rifles of all sorts. 

By them are some trophies, for target shooting.  Locker CLICKS
A light on, then points to a big glass-case.

It is full of Handguns.  Locker finds some keys hidden under a stool, 
and unlocks it.

LOCKER
Pick one, any one.

Hawker looks at the guns, they're good.  He fiddles around in the case,
 trying to find something he wants. Then he finds a:

A MAGNUM .44 REVOLVER!

Locker licks his lips.

LOCKER
Name: Colt Anaconda.
Material: Stainless Steel.
Finish: Brushed.
Action: Single/Double.
Calibre: Magnum .44
Capacity: Six Rounds.
Barrel length: 8" and 6"
Hammer: Target.
Trigger: Serrated, Target.
Front sight: Red ramp
Back sight: White outline adjustable.
Sight radius: 9/3 4"
Grips: Rubber compact type.
Weight: 59 oz.
Overall Length: 13 5/8 11 5/8.
Safety: Transfer bar.
Additional features: Drilled and Tapped.  Ported  8 barrel.

Hawker is stunned, this guy sure knows his guns.  Hawker looks down 
at the Anaconda, and grips it hard.

HAWKER
Hell, you certainly know
Your guns!

LOCKER
My hobby. Right, d'you want
A Shoulder-holster, or a waist
Holster?

HAWKER
I'll try a shoulder-holster.

Locker nods, and reaches up onto a high shelf, and he
Pulls a brown leather shoulder-holster off it.

Hawker takes off his jacket, and fits it on, then he 
Places the mighty Revolver in it. And puts his jacket back on.

LOCKER
D'you like revolvers then?

HAWKER
Yeh.

Locker pulls out his Walther P9K.

LOCKER
When you get a new gun, it always feels 
Like something extra, something you
Don't need-or want. But soon when
You have it next to you for about
Nine hours a day, you realize that
It's more than a gun, it becomes a
Friend, I mean hell-if you can't
Trust your gun, then who can
You trust?

HAWKER
D'you trust that?

LOCKER
I live by it.

HAWKER
Okay…

LOCKER
Well I suppose I'd better just get
You some ammo, then we'll go to
Reception and fill in a few forms-
Then I'll take you to the target
Range, and we can try out your
New piece of hardware.

HAWKER
Captain Jackson, said you were working
On a new case?

LOCKER
Yeh.  Child Pornography, run by
A ring of PAEDOPHILES, haven't
Got much, as yet. Detroit doesn't
Seem to be that loud when it comes
To talking about crime.

HAWKER
Ever shot anyone?

LOCKER
Are you kidding?

HAWKER
No.

LOCKER
I've shot loads of people, all of them
Deserved it. You'll get the hang of
It.  It's an okay pastime. Really it
Is.  Like the other night, I blew away
Some guy who was firing at me with a
Rocket-launcher.

HAWKER
Shit.

Locker leads Hawker out of the room, and they head through
The main office and to reception.

Hawker holds the handle of his gun, HARD.

TARGET RANGE-SOON 

CLOSE UP ON:

Two hands clutching a Smith & Wesson revolver in a vice
Grip.

-BLAM-

CLOSE UP ON:

Target of a man, a neat hole appears in his
Forehead. The cardboard cut-out drops.

PULL BACK:

TO REVEAL:

Hawker and Locker standing behind MACHINE GUN MICKEY, a 
big blonde-haired guy, he is the shooter of the gun.

He looks, to the innocent observer, little more than a psycho.

LOCKER
That's Mickey Fox, otherwise known as Machine-gun Mickey.
He's MEANT to have obliterated twenty Drug-addicts with
One clip of an Uzi.  Whether or not it's true I dunno.
But that guy, I swear to God is a psycho.


HAWKER
Right.

MICKEY
You must be the new guy?

HAWKER
Yeh. Detective Sergeant Matt
Hawker.

He holds out a hand to shake, Mickey turns and walks away.
Hawker turns to Locker.

LOCKER
He doesn't believe in friendship.

HAWKER 
I noticed.

Hawker walks over to an empty booth, and presses a red
Button, a target of a guy with an assault-rifle Pops up.

-BLAM-BLAM-

Hawker fires twice, and the target shudders.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

He spends six rounds on it, and it is almost blown off the 
fragile railing that holds it up.

LOCKER
I can see you've shot a gun before.

HAWKER
My dad used to own a gunshop.

LOCKER
Oh right. Anyway, let's see how you
Done.

Hawker presses the retrieve button. And the target comes sailing 
back at them.  Locker looks at it.

CLOSE UP ON:

THE TARGET, FIVE BULLETS ARE IN THE HEAD, AND THE OTHER
BULLET IS IN THE GROIN AREA.

LOCKER
Nice.

HAWKER
Your turn.

Locker takes out his Walther, and steps up to another booth, at 
the press of a button a target pops up.

It is that of a man with two Uzis, Locker takes aim and:

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

He fires six shots, the Target shakes.  Hawker presses the 
retrieve button, and it comes back.

HAWKER
Why only fire six?

LOCKER
Just to be fair. I thought I'd fire the same as you.

CLOSE UP ON:

THE TARGET.  FIVE BULLETS ARE IN THE HEAD AND ONE IS IN THE GROIN.

HAWKER
Copycat.

LOCKER
It's just greatness if you ask me.

HAWKER
You got a family?

LOCKER
Yep, a wife and a kid.  Oh, I live
Next door to you. Did you know that?

HAWKER
What?

LOCKER
You live at three aidley common, am I right?

HAWKER
Yeh.

LOCKER
I live at four Aidley common!

Hawker nods.

HAWKER
Well my wife wants you to come round for 
Dinner tonight, d'you mind?

LOCKER
Sure, whatever.

HAWKER
Good. My wife's cooking is heavenly.

LOCKER
It better be, I don't eat shit.

He presses a button again, and another target pops up.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

It drops. He pops another up.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM

It also drops. Then he takes out the magazine,
And SLAMS a fresh one in.

HAWKER
How old's your kid?

LOCKER
Sixteen. His name is Joe.

HAWKER
Will he be coming round?

LOCKER 
Should be.

CUT TO:

MONSTER TRUCK

Locker is at the wheel, while Hawker sits on the passenger's
Seat, inspecting his Anaconda.

LOCKER
I'm glad we took your set of wheels.
This thing's a mighty smooth ride for
What it is.

HAWKER
I know.

LOCKER
I bet your kids love it.

HAWKER
Hell yeh, they often go for a drive
In it.

LOCKER
Adults, are they?

HAWKER
No they're both six.

Locker grins.  Hawker grins too, he knows what he's thinking. 
Locker then produces a packet of Cigars.

LOCKER
Want one?

HAWKER
Nah, don't smoke. I gave up six years
Ago, when the kids were born.

LOCKER
I'm limited to one a day.

HAWKER
Fuck, and you actually stay
To it?

LOCKER
Yeh.


Suddenly the Radio crackles into life, startling both
Of them.

LILY
(RADIO)
We got an incident at the Bronx Bridge, 
Passers-by have reported seeing a white
Female being allegedly raped by two black
Thugs, anyone copy?

Locker turns to Hawker, Hawker nods. Locker grabs
The radio and shouts into it.

LOCKER
We're on it.

LILY
(RADIO)
Right.

Hawker rolls down the window and takes out a siren, he then wires 
it up onto the roof, and it begins blinking and going ahead.

Locker pushes the Monster-truck to it's top speed, and it goes
RACING down the road.

HAWKER
Off we go.

BRONX BRIDGE

The Monster-truck swerves into the bridge, and both officers leap out, drawing their guns.

OLD WOMAN
Are you policemen?

HAWKER
Yeh, are you the one who reported
This crime?

OLD WOMAN
I believe I am sonny. They're over there, still
At it.

Locker begins running across the bridge, Hawker starts after them, but

 then turns back and sees that the old woman is the one from the plane.

Then he runs after Locker.  As Locker runs he spits the
Cigar out of his mouth and stamps it out.

HAWKER
Don't think I've forgotten you. You
Were the old cow on the plane who hit
Me for no reason.

OLD WOMAN
Why you…

Hawker turns and runs after Locker, sprinting as fast
As he can.

We can see the two Black-Thugs, they finish with the woman,
Then NICK her HANDBAG.


RAPED WOMAN
Help! Police!

LOCKER
Don't worry, we're here. Now where did they go?

RAPED WOMAN
(Crying)
Oh, oh, over there.

LOCKER
STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, PUNKS!

THUG#1 
Fuck you!

Hawker stops at the Woman, while Locker runs on. 

HAWKER
Are you okay? 

WOMAN
No it's my leg, argh! I can't
Feel it!

HAWKER 
Right.

He grabs his radio and shouts into it.

HAWKER
Hi, Lily. We've got a woman here on Bronx
Bridge, she's just been raped and robbed,
And I think she's got a broken leg, get
An ambulance over here will you?

LILY
(RADIO)
Sure thing.

She cuts off.  Hawker turns to the Old Lady.

HAWKER
Hey, Miss. Can you take care of her till
The Ambulance, I just need to help
My partner.

OLD LADY
Of course, sonny. But not ‘cos
You want me to, ‘cos she's injured.

Hawker shrugs, whatever. Then he YANKS out his Anaconda, and
Chases after Locker and the two thugs.

BACK ALLEY

Locker is in heavy pursuit after the thugs, one of them runs up some 
firestairs, but the other runs on.

Locker can't decide which way to go, finally he decides to leg
It after the one who's still running.

The thug turns round, SHIT! That cop's still following him.
What can he do?

THUG#2
Piss off, you white tub of
Shit!

This infuriates Locker, and we see a side to him that we've never seen
 before-A MAD MUSCLE-BOUND VIGLIANTE LAW-ENFORCER.

LOCKER
Bring it on, asshole!

He HOLSTERS his gun.

LOCKER
C'mon, one on one. No guns.

THUG#2
Kiss my ass, punk. I'd
Rather shag a Donkey.

Locker begins running with new and enforced energy, pushing
His body to the limits.

THUG#1
That's it, Terry. Run, that big
White bastard will soon run out of
Gas, he's so fat and ugly.

THUG#2
Yeh, Tony, you're right.

-BLAM-

Without even looking Locker, puts his gun-hand behind his
Back and fires at Thug#1, the bullet hits him in the leg.

And he falls down the stairs, clutching it.

LOCKER
Wrong, asshole!

Thug#2 looks behind him, Uht-oh. This guy is crazy, then
Suddenly he has an idea.

Locker sees Thug#2 VAULT over a green gate. And run into
Some field. Locker shrugs, and in true cop-fashioned

KICKS the gate down and runs straight into a:

KIDDIES PLAYGROUND!

All the kids look up, and see the big, muscular cop
RACING after the black thug. And all of them give the thug the finger!

LOCKER
THAT'S IT KIDS!

THUG#2
Little bastards.

LOCKER
Hey, you. Come and fight like a man.
I won't waste a bullet on you. Come one!
Come one!

The Thug, an obvious coward just continues running. Locker starts to get
 a stitch, but he ignores it.

ALLEY

Hawker comes RACING down it, and runs straight into Thug#1. He
Aims his gun at him, but Thug#1 fights like a cornered rat,

Despite his leg injury.  Hawker tries to arrest him, but he
Kicks the gun from his hand, and WHIPS out a SWITCHBLADE!

He flicks the Blade up, then runs at Hawker, who meets him head-on with no FEAR what so ever!

The Thug THWIZZELS the Blade through the air, then brings it
Down on Hawker's head, but then he realizes that Hawker's

Head has disappeared, suddenly Hawker comes from behind him, but The Thug LASHES out,
 and hits Hawker in the jaw.

Hawker staggers, but brings his right-hand up, in a STAGGERING UPPER-CUT, and the 
Switchblade goes flying, and smashes into a wall.

The Thug kicks Hawker in the chest, then he grabs the Switchblade, but before he can swing it:

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Four bullets RATTLE into his chest and he CRASHES to the floor, dead.

Hawker looks up, and sees Machine-Gun Mickey, with his Smith & Wesson smoking in his hand.

Behind him is his partner, a nerdy Italian-American, MARIO
MORRIS.

HAWKER
Gee! Thanks. But was there any need
To kill him?

MICKEY
Yeh. 

MARIO 
Is he dead?

MICKEY
He took four bullets in the chest, not much
Chance of him surviving that, is there
You prick.

MARIO
Juzt check him, will you
Mr…?

MICKEY
That's a cop you're talking to.

MARIO
I ain't ever seen him.

MICKEY
Perhaps, that's because he's
The new guy, dickhead!

Mario holds his hand out, and Hawker shakes it.

MARIO
Welcome, I'm Sgt. Mario Morris. This is my…

HAWKER
We've already met.

Mickey kneels down next to The Thug, and feels his pulse,
But he's Stone-cold-dead.

MICKEY
He's long gone.

KIDDIES PLAYGROUND

Thug#2 suddenly drops to his knees, he has a stitch.  Locker closes in on him. 
But Thug#2 takes out a SWITCHBLADE just

Like the one the Dead Thug had.  Locker just shakes his head, and Tosses his
 Walther P9K in the air.

Then he catches it by the barrel and SMASHES the butt of it
Down onto Thug#2's head, his eyes cross and he drops, unconscious.

ALLEY

The body is being loaded into a black body-bag, when suddenly Locker appears, dragging the 
unconscious Thug#2 behind him.

Hawker sees him, and Locker winks at him.

 


CUT TO:

RAYBOLT CLUB-PARKING LOT

A Pink Cadillac pulls into the tiny Parking-lot for the Raybolt club,
 a seedy place on the wrong side of town.

Reeve is driving, and he looks straight forward with an air of menace.  
A cigarette dangles from his mouth as he stops the car.

He then slips a dull grey Baseball cap over his head. And gets out, then 
surveys the car-park.

There are a few cars there, but not as many as there will be at night-time.  
He looks at the fading electric sign:

"THE RAYBOLT CLUB
The best All-day club this
Side of America".

Reeve smirks, this place definitely isn't.  He takes a cell-phone from
 his trouser-pocket and dials a number.

SPLIT SCREEN

Reeve and Todd.

TODD
Talk.

REEVE
Todd, it's me. I'm at the
Club.

TODD
And, have you got the package?

REEVE
No, I've only just got here.

TODD
Well hurry up and get the damn thing!

He hangs up.

Reeve looks around, is anyone watching? He finally decides NO.
Then locks the car and heads into the club.

RAYBOLT CLUB


Reeve enters and looks around at the smoky little club. Girls lap-dance, 
and Hip-hop music BLARES out of amplifiers.


The owner of the club, DON VON, looks at him and nods.  Reeve is a regular.

Reeve takes out his Cigarette stubb and Stubbs it out into a small green glass
 ashtray, labelled "HEINEKEN".

Then the Chinese/American surveys the area, looking for anyone with a package.
 Don Von approaches him.

DON VON
There's a guy who came in for you about
Twenty minutes ago, he said he'd meet
You in the bathroom-it's important.

REEVE
The bathroom?

Don Von nods, Reeve utters something which sounds like "cheers", then heads
 towards a small door named "MENS".


MENS TOILETS

Reeve enters, and finds KURT ROBBINS, a tall young guy
With long blonde hair sniffing Crack off a mirror.

When he sees Reeve enter, he pulls himself up.

KURT
Are you Reeve?

REEVE
Are you Kurt?

KURT
Yeh, I brought the package for you. 
Mighty dang heavy it is too. 

He shows a light-brown parcel to Reeve.

REEVE
D'you know my boss, Todd?

KURT
Yeh-we met in Gaol together.

REEVE
Into Crack I see.

KURT
Man, I couldn't live wit' out it.

REEVE
Mighty addictive stuff, I know
I sniff too.

KURT
Yeah. Who d'you get yours from?

Suddenly Reeve remembers, he's gotta kill this
Guy.

As Kurt waits for the reply, Reeve lights a cigarette.

REEVE
Want one?

KURT
Nah, I do everything but smoke.

REEVE
D'you know what's in the package?

KURT
Yep, photos and one hundred percent pure
White gold…
Heroin!

REEVE
(To himself)
Heroin?

KURT
You said it.

Reeve takes the parcel off Kurt, and is deep in thought
Until Kurt interrupts him.
 

KURT
That stuff is beautiful.
I can tell you, it's the
Best thing ever created.

REEVE
Never had Heroin.

KURT
Want to try some?

REEVE
I don't think I'm meanna open
It.

KURT
Todd strict is he?

REEVE
No, not compared to some of the
People that I've met.

KURT
Meet a lot of thugs, do you?

REEVE
Kill a lot too.

Reeve tucks the parcel into his sports-jacket, then  

Decides not to kill Kurt, and turns to go, but Kurt
Stops him.

KURT
Money?

Reeve looks surprised, what money?

REEVE
Whaddaya mean? Todd said this was gonna
Be free.

Kurt looks pissed.

KURT
Well if that's the case…

He DIGS a SILENCED SOCOM PISTOL out his pocket, and
Fires twice.

-POP-POP-

Reeve falls to one knee, clutching his stomach. But
He tears a Butterfly Knife* out of his jacket.

(*……… This is a butterfly knife, it is a Ninja weapon.)

Reeve SMASHES Kurt in the gut with a KARATE KICK, then DOUBLES him over 
with two quick blows to the face, Kurt smashes into a sink.

And he drops his Silencer, and it SCUTTLES across the floor and underneath a chair. 
 Reeve then attacks him with the

Butterfly knife, the two of them fall over each other fighting, but finally Reeve
 kills Kurt with the knife

And grabs his parcel, then DRAGS himself out of the Bathroom.
(After picking up the Silencer, of course).


CUT TO:
                           
LOCKER'S HOUSE

Locker's CHOPPER motorbike SCREECHES into the driveway and SWERVES right in front of the Garage.

Then he tears off his helmet and gets off it.

INSIDE

LOCKER
Joe, I'm home.


He listens for a minute, but there is no reply, immediately this worries him, he
 looks round for a note or something.

But there's nothing. Suddenly he hears a LOUD GROAN from upstairs.  He WHIPS 
his Walther out and RUSHES onto:

THE STAIRS

He takes them two at a time, till he reaches the landing.

LOCKER
JOE? JOE?

He hears two more loud GROANS from the bathroom, he KNOCKS on it.

LOCKER
Let me in! Who's there?

He takes a step back and:

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Blows the door open and it falls inwards.


BATHROOM

He HURTLES forwards into the room, and rolls across the floor, then he gets up and sees:

JOE, HIS SON LYING IN THE BATH, HUGGING AND KISSING ANOTHER
MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOCKER
(Can't believe it)
(Pushed for words)
Joe! In my bathroom! You're bent?

JOE
I prefer to be called "Sexually Correct".

LOCKER
Fuck yeh.

JOE
Buzz off, dad.

LOCKER'S FRONT GARDEN

The door FLIES open, and he is holding Joe's boyfriend by the air.

LOCKER
Do it in my bathroom, will you?

-WHAM-

He sends The poor kid SOARING face-first into the lawn, and he eats dirt.  

LOUNGE

Joe is sitting on the sofa, as Locker paces about amazed.

LOCKER
So since when have you been bent?

JOE
Sexually Correct.

LOCKER
Whatever.

JOE
Since I was Ten years old. I've had numerous
Boyfriends, but Bradley-the boy you just
Threw out was my best. I especially enjoyed
The sex.

LOCKER
I just don't believe you. I really
Don't.

JOE
You mean you're homophobic, dad?

LOCKER
Did I say that?
Look a man comes home to his house, and
Finds his son Fucking another kid in his
Own bathtub, do you expect me to smile
And say "Carry on son?". No, exactly.
Now I'm gonna have to buy a new bath.

JOE
Why?

LOCKER
Don't kid with me, you
Know why.

JOE
Oh, and a new door.

LOCKER
Well I'm always buying new doors,
But that's besides the point…

JOE
Exactly. Listen, father, you're
Just too jumpy.


Locker holds his hand up, silencing him. Then he thinks
For a moment.
 
Joe is rather panicky, he wonders what he can say. Then
Suddenly he comes up with something.
 
Locker is still think of what to do.

JOE
Dear, father, why don't you
Take the Homosexual way
Of life?

LOCKER
I'm just thinking of how I can
Break it to your mother.

Joe makes a slight jerky poof-like movement, then gets up
And turns on the T.V.

LOCKER
Fucking in my bathtub.
Huh! Can't believe it.

JOE
What? Did you want to be the first
To do it?

LOCKER
Oh I have my son, and I done it the
Proper way. 

JOE
Father, you disgust me.

Locker suddenly smiles slightly. Joe catches his
Smile, and hopes that he's cheered up.
 
LOCKER
If I hadn't have, you wouldn't
Exist.

Joe almost chokes on his own tongue.

JOE
Ugh.


Joe changes channel on the T.V.

LOCKER
You're grounded for two years.

JOE 
Bu…

LOCKER
Ah, don't say anything!

Locker gets up and walks into the kitchen, then
Arrives with a cup of Coffee.

Joe smiles at him.

JOE
May I have a cup, dear father.

Locker just drinks his coffee and looks straight ahead.

LOCKER
Fucking make it yourself. I'm not
You Fucking slave!

JOE
That's what I'm meanna say!

LOCKER
Well Fucking say it then.

JOE
Father, will you stop swearing?

LOCKER
Stop putting that stupid accent on, it's
Really pissing me off.

JOE
Hmmm, dad my old pal. I never knew that
You looked so good.

Locker puts his head in his hands.

LOCKER
I can't believe it! Being flirted with by my
Own son!

JOE
I know, great isn't it?

LOCKER
No. It isn't!
Now when's your mother coming home?

JOE
About six.

LOCKER
What's the time now?

JOE
Five-thirty.

LOCKER
Well, we're going to my new partner's
House at Six-thirty for dinner.
You coming?

JOE
You bet'cha. Is he married, your
Partner?

LOCKER
Yes, and with two kids.

Joe suddenly smiles.

JOE
What day is it today, dad?

LOCKER
First of April, why?

Joe starts laughing, suddenly Locker turns
On him.

LOCKER
OH NO! OH NO!

JOE
APRIL FOOL!

Father and son hug.

JOE
HA! GOT YOU THERE, DAD OLD FOOL!

LOCKER
So you mean you're straight?

JOE
Yeh. 

LOCKER 
YOU LITTLE BASTARD!

He chases Joe up the stairs and out of sight.

HAWKER'S HOUSE

It is a nice rather posh place. Showing that Hawker knows
When and when not to spend his money.

-DING-DONG-

The doorbell rings.  Hawker appears from the kitchen and opens the door, 
Locker enters first and hands him a bottle of Wine.
And a box of Budweiser.

HAWKER
Thanks, man.


Behind him is his wife, TINA, a pretty black woman of about 33. Behind her is Joe.
Hawker shakes Tina's hand.

Then nods to Joe.

TINA
Err, I'll go and help Mrs.Hawker with the dinner.

HAWKER
Right. 

TIM
(V.O)
Yo, Mum you knobless Fuck get in here.

KITTY
(V.O)
Sort your kids out, Matt!

HAWKER
Okay, love.

Hawker and Locker enter the lounge, and see Tim
And Liz on the sofa watching porn.

HAWKER
Kids, will you two stop Fucking swearing?
I don't know where the Fuck you get all
This words on, d'you Jack?

He turns to Locker, but Locker just smiles and steps back. He 
knows who the kids get it off-Their own father.

HAWKER
Anyway, come into the end-room, I'll
Show you my gun collection.

END ROOM

LOCKER
Is it a good collection?

HAWKER 
Hell, yeh.

Hawker takes out his wallet, and takes a key out.  He unlocks the 
door, and CLICKS on a light.

END-ROOM

HAWKER
I won't keep my work-gun in here,
Because I just wanna
Be able to get it whenever I
Want…know what I mean?

LOCKER
Same here.

HAWKER
Well here they are.

The room has a variety of Shotguns wired onto the wall, and some 
rifles on the other wall. Also there are a few sporting handguns.

Hawker takes a Greener GP shotgun and shows it to Locker.

HAWKER
This is my favourite. I go hunting
With this.

LOCKER
I got better guns than this.

HAWKER
You got a collection?

LOCKER
Yeh. 

HAWKER
It obviously would be better, because
You can buy virtually everything
In America-without a licence!

LOCKER
Great place, isn't it?

HAWKER
Detroit seems a bit rundown to
Me.

LOCKER
It is. But if you live in
The better places like this,
Then it's okay.


KITTY
(V.O)
BOYS, DINNER!

Both men exit, lock the door, then we hear them walking
Down the hallway.

DINNER-TABLE

Kitty has put on quite a spread, and everyone is tucking
Into it.

The two women natter, as do the men, while Joe
Teaches new rude words to the kids.

JOE
Go on, say it to him, Liz.

Liz laughs then says:

LIZ
Daddy, have your balls dropped
Yet!

LOCKER
JOE! 

JOE
Sorry dad.

LOCKER
It's okay, kiddo.  Anyway, as I was saying
Jimmy steps outa the lift, wearing this bra
And I'm just like…

Suddenly the phone rings.

HAWKER
I'll get it.

He walks over to the phone, and picks the receiver up,
As he does so, he puts the phone on AMPLYFY.

The voice on the phone, is clearly (to us) Todd's
Voice.

HAWKER
Hello?

TODD
Is this Matt Hawker?

HAWKER
Yep.

TODD
You have two children. Am I right?
Tim is small with freckles and blonde
Hair and Liz is the same size with
Black hair?

HAWKER
Yeh, listen jackass what is this
All about.

TODD
They attend Kindergarten am
I right?

HAWKER
Yes, listen what is this all
About?

TODD
Nothing. Nothing. Just
Watch your mail.

Todd hangs up. Suddenly there's a CLANG, and everyone turns to the letter-box, 
a PETROL BOMB is being posted through it.

HAWKER
GET THAT THING OUTA HERE!

Locker SHOOTS forwards, and grabs the BOMB, then
With a  quick swivel of his hips he tosses it through the
Window.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMF

Hawker opens and drawer and finds his ANACONDA, Him and Locker
Burst through the door and see a man (Massamo) running away.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Hawker keeps firing, but Massamo jumps into a Light Blue van and Starts the 
ENGINE, but it won't start.

LOCKER
Quick, let's get my Bike.

HAWKER
Good idea.

Both of them race onto Locker's lawn, and they jump on his Chopper bike. 
 Meanwhile the Van starts up.



Locker takes out his Walther P9K and

-BLAM-

Fires at the Van, he hits the wheel and it VIOLENTLY SCREECHES 
Into a hedge, but continues going.

HAWKER
C'mon catch the Fucking arsonist.

LOCKER
I'm trying, I'm trying.

HAWKER
Well try harder, you lazy Fucker!

LOCKER
Fuck's sake, man keep your hair on!

Massamo ROLLS down the window of the van, and LEVELS a 9mm on the two cops.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

LOCKER
He's a crap shot.

HAWKER
Just get after him, Pronto!

LOCKER
HEY YOU! IN THE VAN! PULL OVER!

MASSAMO
Kiss my ass, American pig.

The Chopper RATTLES down the road after Massamo, Hawker is loading his Magnum .44. 

Locker pulls the bike level with the Van, and aims his P9K, but Massamo SWERVES 
across the road into them, and 

The Chopper SCREECHES across the road, and SPINS madly, Hawker is sent flying into the road, 
while Locker jumps onto the wing-mirror of the Van.

LOCKER
You're paying for my bike,
Dick-wad.

MASSAMO
 No.

LOCKER
Well feel my Wrath.

MASSAMO
What Wrath?

The Van skids across the road, and the wing mirror almost SNAPS,  
it TURNS into the windscreen.

Locker does a 360, through the air, and lands onto the roof 
Of the van.

MASSAMO
Get off, you fool! 


Hawker manages to get up, and sees the van SPEEDING away from him, 
with Locker hanging onto the roof.
 
His first instinct is to jump on the Chopper and follow-
And that's just exactly what he does.

HAWKER
Locker watch out! He's trying to buck
You off.

LOCKER
Don't panic, I've got it under control.

He smoothly takes out his Walther P9K, and crawls along the
Top of the Van.

VAN

Massamo is panicking now, the attempted arson attack didn't
Work, and now some crazy jackass with a gun is crawling along
 
The roof of his van, trying to kill him. Suddenly he
Hears a:

-VROOOM-

And looks into his remaining wing-mirror to see Hawker 
RACING down the road after him.

MASSAMO
This is not good!

He looks at his windscreen and sees the huge spider-web crack 
that Locker made, damn it's big!

MASSAMO
GET OFF OF MY VAN YOU CRAZY
BRITISH-ASSHOLE! 

Suddenly Locker POPS up in front of him, he's upside
 down, and this shocks Massamo greatly!

ROAD



Hawker is going so fast, that when he hits a can that some 
litterbug has dropped into the middle of the road he is
 

Propelled into the air, and goes SCREECHING across the top of
The van, then he DROPS down and 


SMASHES STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN ON THE BIKE!
MASSAMO IS SENT FLYING AND THE VAN SMASHES INTO A SIGN-POST!


Locker lands on top of the smashed sign post, and Hawker and the bike are 
on the hard-shoulder, meanwhile the semi-destroyed van



Is on it's side, Massamo crawls out of the DESTROYED windscreen and onto 
the hard, cold road.

LOCKER
Stop in the name of the law jackass,
Or else I will be forced to blow your
Head clean off your shoulders and
Scoop the remains into a bucket
And feed them to my pet-goldfish.



Massamo thinks for a minute then continues running.
Locker gets up, and aims.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Massamo is neither hit or put-off by Locker's bullets and he continues 
running, till he is consumed by the night.

HAWKER
Shit, he got away.

LOCKER
That's the thing with criminals, they
Always do. C'mon let's check the
Insides of this van.

Hawker and Locker get on their feet, shakily and head over to 
The van, it is lying on it's side totally trashed.

Hawker grabs the door-handle and gives it a MASSIVE TUG, but
It won't open. So Locker helps and finally it does open.

ACT FOUR

"WHAT TO DO WITH 100 % PURE HEROIN"

CUT TO:

RAY'S PLACE

RAY MATHERSON, a big square-jawed guy of about fifty, and
FRANK CREBOLD, a big flat-face guy also of 50, sit in Ray's small 
junky house. Waiting

For Reeve to come. Suddenly the phone rings.


RAY
Hello? Are you on your way over?
(listens)
Finally. Yeh.
Bye.

He hangs up.

FRANK
Is Reeve gonna come or not
Then?

RAY
Yeh, he wouldn't say why he
Was so late. But still,
At least he's okay.

FRANK
D'you think he's opened the
Package?

RAY
Damn it, Frank. Reeve is just a
Transporter. He's never opened
Any of the packages before,
So why should he do it now?
	
FRANK
Well, look are we still doing
The Porno website, or are
We gonna do drugs instead from
Now on?

RAY
How the hell should I know.
Todd's the boss.

FRANK
Fuck Todd, he's just a
Big jackass who hasn't
Learnt to do anything
For his bloody self.
That's all Todd is.

RAY
So? He pays our bills doesn't
He?


KNOCK, KNOCK. Someone's at the door, Ray answers it.
Reeve enters, he has the package under one arm, and we can clearly 
see the Butterfly knife in his pocket

His eyes are bloodshot, and he looks like he's been to hell
And back.


RAY'S PAD

Reeve stumbles into the house and SLAMS the package onto the 
Desk, they cold-eyes the two.
 
Both of them look rather nervous, and Frank grabs a Colt 
.45 from a drawer and SLIDES it into his pocket.

REEVE
Here.

He hands it to them.

FRANK
So, err, how's it hanging?

Silence.

RAY
Come into the kitchen, and
Have a coffee, you look
As if you need it.

KITCHEN

Reeve slips in and sits down on an old wooden chair. Ray sits next to
him, while Frank busies himself making some Coffee.

 Reeve takes out his Butterfly knife and lies it on the
Table.

RAY
What the hell is that?

REEVE
A butterfly knife, a Martial-arts weapon.

RAY
Never seen it before.

REEVE
Y'know, today I broke an oath
Of mine, a promise. I opened
The package.

Frank and Ray freeze-SHIT! Frank's hand SLIDES into
The pocket where his .45 is.

RAY
Oh.

REEVE
Oh, in deed. 

FRANK
Err, two sugars or one?

REEVE
None.

FRANK
Oh . . .

Suddenly Ray realizes that Reeve has the package still,
He reaches forward, but Reeve pushes him back.

REEVE
Money?

RAY
D'you know what's in there?

REEVE
FUCKING HEROIN! 

RAY
Now, just pass me the bag,
Please.

REEVE
Give me the money.

FRANK
Okay, don't panic.

RAY
How much d'you want?

Reeve considers his price.

REEVE
Thousand bucks.

RAY
OH NO!

REEVE
WHAT D'YOU MEAN, OH NO?

FRANK
(infuriated)
We haven't got that Fucking much.

Frank and Ray look at each other.
Forty-five hundred.

FRANK
Todd said we wouldn't have
To pay.

REEVE
Really? Well Todd lied. Like
He did to me, in sayin' that 
Nothing but photos was in
That damn package!

RAY
C'mon, Mariochi. I though we
Were buds.

REEVE
Yeh? Well you thought wrong asshole.

FRANK
Damn it, Reeve!

He DRAWS the .45. But Reeve grabs the Butterfly knife.
While Ray SNATCHES the package.

REEVE
Gimme the package, or else he gets
It!

SLAM! Suddenly something hard SMACKS into the door.

FRANK
What the hell?

Suddenly the door BULGES, then it FALLS INWARDS, Machine Gun 
Mickey, Lieutenant Jackson and Mario Morris burst in.

Mickey has his Smith & Wesson out, while the others have
.38's.

In one hand Mickey holds A red Battering Ram and he SMASHES it into Frank's gut,
Frank falls backwards and the .45 goes flying.

JACKSON
Freeze! This is a bust!

Reeve grabs the package and turns and BOLTS, Jackson goes after him, but Ray
 grabs the .45 and aims it at him.

-BLAM-

Just before Reeve escapes he fires his 9mm, and Morris is hit in the head 
and dies instantly! Crashing in front of Jackson, who stops.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Mickey TWISTS round and fires his Mighty Smith & Wesson at him, but Reeve has 
Disappeared.

JACKSON
Yo' mutha'fuckers, go' pay for
That!

-BLAM-

He fires at Ray.


Ray dodges, and pulls the .45 up.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Five shots are TATTOED into the wall behind Jackson. Mickey puts 
the Smith & Wesson to Ray's head.

MICKEY
Any last requests, Fucker?

Before he can fire, Back-up arrives in the form of LOCKER and HAWKER, 
they WRESTLE the two to the ground and arrest them.

MICKEY
Morris's dead. 

LOCKER
Oh, we heard the shots and called
The Ambulance.

CUT TO:

 INTERROGATION ROOM 

Locker, Hawker, Frank and Ray are in the small dimly lit 
interrogation room.
 


FRANK
I want my phone-call, I wanna
Call my lawyer.

HAWKER
Call your Lawyer later.

RAY
We didn't do anything?

LOCKER
Apart from shooting an innocent police-officer,
And trying to kill two more!

FRANK
Look, it was just me, him and one
Of our friends, (Thinks)…Rick. We were calmly
Sitting having a cup of coffee when suddenly
A group of people burst in and attacked
Us!

HAWKER
Does that mean that you have the right
To blow ‘em away?

RAY
Look, they never said "stop police". And they
Weren't uniform. Anyway if we can't have
Our lawyers, then we can leave in
Two hours, it's as simple as that.

HAWKER
WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN THERE?

FRANK
Oh since my lawyer isn't here, I appear
To have lost my voice.

Locker grabs Frank by the scruff of the neck, with one hand, and 
HEAVES him two-feet up from the ground. Then smashes

Him against the wall, and a huge dent appears, Frank is
K.O.E.D

HAWKER
Look, okay. If you didn't kill the cop, then who
Did? This Rick person?


RAY
Okay, we spill the beans. We're not
Really normal guys, we deal in 
Drugs and Pornographic images. His
Name was Mariochi Reeve and he called
Round to deliver a package to us.
He thought all that was in the package
Was pornographic images, but now he's
Realized it's heroin too. He'll probably
Go and sell it for himself.

LOCKER
Now we're getting somewhere, and to
Who?

RAY
Well, he'd, err…err…probably go to…err,
Carver Klein and Massamo's place. 

LOCKER
And who are they?

RAY
Small time mafia.

He takes out his wallet, and takes out a photo,
It is of Massamo, he hands it to the cops.

They immediately recognize the bastard!

HAWKER
Fuck. Is this guy the Massamo
Guy?

RAY
Yeh. He actually committed a crime last
Night, an arson attack, but it went
Wrong.

They both smile then:

LOCKER
Where could we find them?
 
RAY
Err, the Northside Docks. They
Got a little place down there.

HAWKER
Thanks, you've been a great
Help.

LOCKER
Now get outa here, g'on. Go!
Go!

Ray drags Frank out the door and they are gone
Before they know it.

HAWKER
Should we have done that?

Locker shrugs and says:

LOCKER
Well, they'll be dead soon. That
Reeve guy probably thinks they've
Set him up.


CUT TO:

POLICE STATION

Hawker sits in front of one of the computers 
Typing out a report.

RECEPTION

Lily is humming a song to herself, when suddenly two men
Enter. Holding Breifcases.

LILY
Can I help you?

MAN#1
I don't know, ask me.

Lily raises her eyebrow. What's going on.

SUDDENLY THE TWO MEN TAKE OUT UZI 9MM'S
FROM THEIR BAGS AND START BLASTING THE PLACE UP.


LILY
AAGH!

She ducks behind the Reception-desk, as bullets SMASH up the
Place.

Hawker comes round the corner, with his Anaconda in his hand. 

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

 Immediately they BLAST AWAY at him, and he drops into
A chair and it tips over, leaving him on the floor.

The two men in Trenchcoats Destroy the place, Jackson's head 
pops out of his office, door and he sees the devistation.

He is about to jump out, but decides that risking his life and almost certainly
 getting killed won't solve anything, so he SNEAKS back in.


CUT TO:

 POLICE STATION 

The Killers are long gone, when the door bursts open and
Locker enters, the first thing he sees is: 

MICKEY PROPPED UP AGAINST THE WALL, WITH A BULLET IN THE HIP.
Jackson can also be seen arguing with some superior officer down the phone.

LOCKER
Mickey? What the Fuck?

MICKEY
Gangsters, after those two shitholes you
Let go, came in here and shot the whole
Place up, me and the Lieutenant are
The only ones alive, I think!

LOCKER
Where's Hawker?

MICKEY
Dead.

LOCKER
WHAT? NOOOOOOOOOO!

MICKEY
Just face it, Jack.
Good loses against evil.
Go home. Hawker ain't
Coming back.

LOCKER
I refuse to believe it.

He tries to go into the office, but Mickey pulls him
Back.

MICKEY
Don't! it's horrible in there.

DISSOLVE TO:

 POLICE STATION 

Ambulances are parked outside the Police-station, and cops
From other stations are all gathered round the building.
 
Locker is looking for any signs of Hawker, but he finds himself 
lost in the black sea of zip-up bags.

As Locker watches he, cannot bear to see anymore, and he gets onto his Chopper and
 
FLOORS IT.
 

CUT TO:

FREEWAY

The Chopper speeds down the road, Locker is at the wheel,
Looking very meaningful.    

PINK CADILLAC

It is parked at a laybye, very close to where Locker is.  Reeve is at the wheel, 
He takes his jumper off, and we see his muscular stomach, a bandage is across

His left rib.  From where Kurt shot him earlier.   In one hand is a drawing, 
it is a very rough and sketchy drawing of Locker, but it is easily recognizable.

Then he flips the paper over, and it says:0

Objectives:

1.Avenge McGuire's death.
2.Kill Ray and Frank.
3.See if Klein will buy drugs.
4.Decide what to do with Todd.


Then he looks at the paper again, and sees the picture of Locker. Where the hell's
He gonna find a cop?-The Police-station of course.

POLICE-STATION

The pink Cadillac pulls up outside the station, and Reeve sees the carnage that the two
Killers made, and he is shocked greatly by it.  

He looks around for any sign of any cops, and he sees 
Jackson looking rather shocked at the whole thing.

Reeve gets out of the Cadillac, and takes a deep breath.  He then 
SLIPS the Butterfly knife into his pocket.  He looks for Jackson, 
but he's gone back into the station.

Then he sees another cop-HAWKER! Looking rather battered and bruised.  
He comes over to him.

REEVE
What the hell happened? 

HAWKER
Assassins, shot the place up. Killed ten
Officers, wounded the rest. 

REEVE
Dang! Were you there? 

HAWKER
Yeh. I got lucky, a bullet in the finger and a graze
Across the head.  They weren't very good shots
Who are you?

REEVE
Err…Arnold Stallone.

HAWKER
Weird name.

REEVE
D'you know this person?

He shows Hawker the drawing.

HAWKER
Yeh, that's my partner, Jack Locker…
Hey wait a minute, why d'you wanna
Know?

Reeve just ignores him and walks away, he then jumps into the Pink
Cadillac, and pulls off just as Mickey appears.

MICKEY
Who the Fuck was that guy?

HAWKER
He said his name was Arnold Stallone.

MICKEY
No way. That was the bastard who shot
Morris…

HAWKER
What?

MICKEY
That was him, the Chinese dude who
Killed Morris.

HAWKER
Shit.

Before Mickey can say anything else, Hawker jumps into his 
Monster-Truck and starts the ignition.

MICKEY
Hey I'm coming too!

HAWKER
No, you're not.

ROAD

As the Cadillac pulls into the road, Reeve happens to glance into the wing-mirror
And sees the Monster-truck rolling down the road after him.

REEVE
Nice set of wheels, I might just
Take that.  

He pulls a 9mm out of the glove-compartment and turns once more to look 
at the Monster-truck, and he sees Hawker at the wheel!

REEVE
SHIT!

He pushes the Pink Cadillac to it's limits making the vehicle go to speeds 
that it's almost unincapable of doing.  It is going so fast, 
that any minute now it looks as if

It could just burst into flames and EXPLODE.  Reeve takes another 
glance into the wing-mirror, it's definitely Hawker. But wait,
 why doesn't he just bring 

Hawker along to the Docks, and let Carver kill him? It would take another
 murder of his hands.  Suddenly he looks through the window and sees that the Monster truck

Is right next to him.  Hawker takes his .44 out and aims:

-BLAM-

The bullet BURSTS through the glass of the Cadillac and is coming straight towards 
Reeve, but at the last minute the Chinese-American dives for cover underneath the 

Steering-wheel and the bullet WHOOSES through the windscreen.

HAWKER
Pull over in the name of the law, or I swear
That I will obliterate you with this gun.

But Reeve gets out his way with another impressive TURN of SPEED.  And he is 
RATTLING up the road a few yards ahead of the monster-truck.

-BLAM-BLAM-

Another two bullets SMASH through Reeve's back-window, but they SLUG into
The passenger's seat.

REEVE
Just give up, jackass!

Suddenly he sees something which turns his blood to Ice! An 
OIL-TANKER is coming down the road directly ahead of them! Oh shit!

The Truck-Driver is stunned, for a second, but then he SWERVES
 his big vehicle, but only makes things worse by BLOCKING UP THE MAIN ROAD!

Immediately Reeve shoves on the brakes, and the Cadillac stops with a
 quick but high-pitch SCREECH.  But the Monster-Truck comes straight into the back of

It, SMASHING it up, so that the back creases into the front, and Reeve 
is propelled onto the bonnet of the car, still clutching his Package.  Then Hawker, looking rather

Crazy brings the Monster-truck on two-wheels and speeds down the road, 
then he TWISTS it HARD, and Swivels round (still on two wheels) in a 180, Reeve

Meanwhile throws himself off the Bonnet, just as the Monster-truck CRUNCHES
 down on top of it.  Reeve crawls along the road, his face badly scraped

And his palms burnt after being sent onto the bonnet. The 
truck Driver, meanwhile manages to reverse, and starts PEELING off the other way.

But Reeve somehow PUSHES HIS BODY to the limits by speeding after the
Big vehicle until he finally manages to grab and hang onto the ladder
On the back.

Hawker calmly steps out of the Monster-Truck and brings his Colt up to fire, 
but then he realizes that an innocent person is onboard the Oil-Tanker.

REEVE
Fuck you, jackass!

SUDDENLY THE CADALLAC BLOWS UP, A SMALL BUT MENACING FIREBALL.  
HAWKER IS LOST IN THE FIRE AND THE SMOKE.

Reeve laughs.  Then RACES across the top of the Oil-Tanker and after a 
few agile flips lands on the door-handle of the passenger's seat, YANKS open

The door and gets in.

OIL-TANKER

DRIVER
What the hell are you trying to do, jackass?

REEVE
Getting a lift.

He karate-chops the Driver in the neck, then throws him out the Oil-Tanker
And he hits the ground, unconscious, Reeve laughs. Then takes his cell-phone

From his pocket and makes an important phone call. But we don't hear it as we 

CUT TO:

DOCKS

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

The Chopper pulls up,  at the small car-park, for the dark and seedy docks. 
It is parked next to a big oil-tanker, (yes that's right, it's owned by Reeve).

BOAT-HOUSE ONE

Reeve walks down a small sandy concrete path and reaches a big green Boat-house. 
He knocks on the door.

CARVER KLIEN, a small  bald guy with a suit and a sawn-off pump-action shotgun answers. 
He sees Reeve and sighs a sigh of relief.

KLEIN
Phew! It's only you, I was sure that we were gonna get 
Busted. After the Sudden raid on Frank and
Ray's place.

REEVE
Are they here?

KLEIN
Yeh, yeh. Come in.

INSIDE

It is a small and smoky place.  Massamo sits at a desk smoking a cigarette.
Standing up we can see Ray, Frank and another guy ROYAL,

A big, bulky black guy with shades.  

REEVE
(Sees the two)
Bastards, you se…

RAY
NO WE DIDN'T! That's where you're
Wrong! 

FRANK
Honestly it's true.  

Reeve takes out his Butterfly knife and raises it over Ray, but
Massamo grabs his wrist.

MASSAMO
Leave them, brother. They are okay.

Reeve angrily puts away his knife.  And turns to Klein.

REEVE
I've got something for you.

He shows him the package.  

KLEIN
What is it?

REEVE
Heroin.

KLEIN
Pure?

REEVE
I don't know.  How much would
You buy it for?

KLEIN
Err.  Lemme think.

MASSAMO
I didn't think you were in
The drugs business, Mariochi.

REEVE
I'm not, I just came across it.

MASSAMO
Really?

REEVE
Yeh, of course. You know me.
I had some idiot cop chasing 
After me.  

KLEIN
Did you hear about what happened
At the Police-station?

REEVE
Yeh.  

ROYAL
Those jackasses were after you two guys.

FRANK
Yeh, I know.

RAY
We only just managed to escape.

MASSAMO
You were lucky, brothers.

REEVE
They were Todd's men, when I 
Get my hands on that son of a 
Bitch, he's gonna have a lot
To answer for.

FRANK
Yeh.

KLEIN
Anyway, where did you get this
Stuff from?

REEVE
A guy named Kurt.

KLEIN
Kurt Fields?

REEVE
I think that's the one.
I dunno, he's dead now whoever
He was.  I killed him.

KLEIN
Why?

REEVE
Because I was told to. By
Todd.

KLEIN
Hmm, Todd seems to be doing
A lot of things all of a sudden.

ROYAL
Todd? You still under da' control
of that lil' Fuck?

REEVE
I was, but then when I got this
Stuff, I decided that I could just
Sell it, get the money. Then go
Back to China.

MASSAMO
Oh, good don't mind if I tag
Along, do you, brother?

REEVE
Sure. Whatever.

REEVE
So how much would you gimme?

KLEIN
Pass it here.

Reeve hands him the package. And Klein takes out some bags of Heroin,
Everyone looks lovingly at them.

ROYAL
(Reaching out)
Let's have some.

KLEIN
No, Fuck off! I must study
It first. Buy some off me
Later!

REEVE
So, how much?

KLEIN
Jeez, I dunno. Five
Dollars?

REEVE
What?!?

KLEIN
Only Joking.

KNOCK, KNOCK. Suddenly there's a knock on the door. 

Everyone twists round, ready.

KLEIN
WHO GOES THERE?

VOICE
(V.O)
I've come for the usual.

ROYAL
(Quiet)
It's a cop.

KLEIN
Okay.

He hands the Shotgun to Royal, who stands in front of the door, ready to 
blow the "cop's" brains out.  Massamo steps behind the door and:

YANKS IT OPEN.

NEXT SCENE IS IN SLOW MOTION

-BOOMF-

Royal blows someone away and they go flying head-over-heels over a small
 metal-fence and into the water.  His head pops out, and he looks at his kill:

AN INFLATABLE WOMAN!

Suddenly he hears a noise, and WHIPS round. Locker comes out of nowhere,
 and LAYS a massive PUNCH onto him, Royal goes flying and the Shotgun drops onto the 

Floor, both Massamo and Reeve go for it, Massamo gets it and lets off a shot:

-BOOMF-

The shot goes nowhere, and Locker has his Walther P9K in his hands and he lets off
Five shots.

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Royal is blown away, Klein takes a .45 from his desk and aims at Locker.

But suddenly a Monster-Truck drives straight through the boat-house, destroying the 
Place.  Frank and Ray go flying through the air.

 The Monster-truck door CLANGS open, and connects with the back of Ray's 
head, he falls to his knees. But Frank gets away, and he doesn't stop running

Till he's well out of sight and out of range.  Ray, meanwhile goes for the
 Butterfly knife which has fallen out of Reeve's pocket.

Locker grabs Klein and wrestles with him, he grabs hold of his gun-hand and
 BRINGS IT DOWN hard on the surface of the desk, Klein drops the gun 

And Locker kicks it away under a desk, then he CRACKS Klein round the jaw, and
Sends him into the wall.

Ray gets up and makes an unskilled movement with the Butterfly-knife, but 
Hawker has him round the waist and HOISTS him onto the floor, the butterfly knife goes flying.

Meanwhile the two Martial-Artists are flying all over the place, using death-
defying moves and tricks.  

Locker is completely outclassed, and his weapon is taken from his hand. Massamo 
deals a mad combo and Locker SLAMS onto the ground.

Hawker grabs Ray round the neck, and PUNCHES him, Ray goes flying through the air.

And LANDS straight onto the Butterfly-knife.  Klein is still recovering and JUMPS for 
his Shotgun. But Hawker STAMPS right on his wrist.

Locker manages to get an advance on Massamo and SLAMS him onto the desk, but Reeve 
comes from behind and slams him over the head with his elbow.

But Reeve grabs him round the neck, and lifts him up, Locker's legs kick out madly and
 he KICKS Klein in the back, then in the head.

Klein falls straight into Hawker's iron fist, then he FLIES BACKWARDS, Hawker grabs 
his head and says:

HAWKER
This is for all the countless
People who've had their lives wasted by
You and your filthy Fucking shit that
You deal.

He smashes his Bald head straight through the window of the Monster Truck, and he instantly goes limp.

Massamo meanwhile RIPS the Butterfly knife from Ray's corpse and lifts it high above
 Locker, who is still being held by Reeve.

MASSAMO
DIE!

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

In even slower motion, Hawker TEARS his Anaconda free of his Holster 
and fires three shots, all of them take Massamo in the chest, he falls to his knees, but

Won't die.  Locker wiggles free of Reeve's grasp and drops to the ground, but
 Massamo drags his body across the floor.

SLOW MOTION OFF

REEVE
Quick, c'mon.

MASSAMO
No, this is my turn to die. But, please put
A bullet in his kid for me will you.

Reeve nods, and BOLTS to the door and is gone.  Massamo crawls ever closer to Locker, 
but Locker KICKS him in the chin, and Massamo falls onto his back

DEAD!

Locker pulls himself to his feet and gets free of Massamo's body, he then turns to Hawker.

LOCKER
We done it! We done it!

Suddenly Massamo's eyes pop open just for a second, and he is able to mouth this:

MASSAMO
When you come home…
(Long winded Pause)
Expect to be alone…
(Long winded pause)
With the bodies…of
(Pause)
your…families.

Then he coughs and dies.

HAWKER/LOCKER
What?

Hawker turns to his Truck, but:

LOCKER
No, we'd better take my Bike.
It's faster.


HAWKER
Good idea.

ROAD

The Chopper pulls out of the driveway, with Locker and Hawker, riding meaningfully
On it.

HAWKER
Please say we get home in time…
Please…god…please…I never…ask
Too much of you…but please…let them
Have us…not our families…please…
PLEASE!

LOCKER
Quiet. 

They come to a red-light situation, Locker turns to Hawker, but Hawker 
just shrugs and they SPEED straight through them.


MAN IN CAR
Hey! 

Hawker gives him the finger. 

HAWKER
C'mon, C'mon. Faster. Push this
Fucking thing to it's Fucking limits.

LOCKER
Will you shut up and let me Fucking
Drive, asshole!

HAWKER
We gotta get home before them. Jack, listen
They're gonna butcher my family!


HAWKER'S HOUSE
 
A black Sedan pulls up outside his house. And the two men in Trenchcoats get out,
Both holding Uzis.

ROAD

LOCKER
C'mon, c'mon.

HAWKER
Why don't we radio for back-up?

LOCKER
Because the connection's been cut off,
Dickhead!

HAWKER
C'mon, make this Fucking thing Speed up.

LOCKER
Calm down, will you?

CUT TO:

HAWKER'S LAWN

The two assassins, are strapping on ammo belts. One of them is MANDRAKE,
 an exceptionally tall but very skinny guy with a mop of scruffy black hair.

The other is ADEN, a bit shorter but built like a brick wall.  

Aden is fitting on a sheath holding a COMBAT KNIFE, both of this guys 
are ready to do some serious work.

Mandrake has two holsters strapped round him, in both of them 
we can see Desert Eagles.

BINOCULAR'S P.O.V

From a little way away, someone is watching the two Assassins
 with a pair of binoculars.

PULL BACK:

TO REVEAL:

Reeve kneeling behind some bushes.

REEVE
Good, good. Todd's actually done something
I've asked him to do. Maybe I won't
Kill him…Yet.

LAWN

Mandrake tosses the Uzi into the back of the car, 
and takes out a H & K.  

MANDRAKE
I'm gonna use this, forget the Uzi.
What about you, Ade?

ADEN
Nah, I'll stick with my Uzi.

HAWKER'S HOUSE

Tim and Liz are watching them from outside the window.  

LIZ
Uht-oh, two strangers have appeared, when 
Mummy has popped out to buy a bottle 
Of milk, what should we do?
Timmy?

TIM
Well, mummy always says to lock the
Door and to not open it, till her or daddy
Come.


LIZ
But shall we listen to mum?

KIDS
Nah.

TIM
Uht-oh!

LIZ
What's wrong now, Timmy?

TIM
They've got guns!

LIZ
Quick follow me.

LAWN

The two Killers walk up to the door. And Aden pulls a "STICK-IT" note off the
Door.

ADEN
(Reading it)
Matt, I have just popped out to get
Some milk, I should only be ten
Minutes, I've left the kids home alone.
Love, Kitty.

MANDRAKE
This just gets better and better!

ADEN
Ha, us in a house. Alone with two
Gullible little kids, oh yeh!

MANDRAKE
Let's torment them first.

He kneels down, and opens the letter-box.

MANDRAKE
Hey, kids it's me the ice-cream
Man, come outside and I'll
Give you free scoops of ice-cream!

Aden chuckles.

ADEN
And I'm the Doughnut maker from
Down the road, and I've come to
Hire two testers for my latest
Flavour. Double-Fudge and
Rubbery-sex flavour!

HALLWAY

Tim and Liz hurry in. Tim has an AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN in
 his hands! And Liz holds two pump-action shotguns. And
 they both have Axes in sheathes by their sides.

LIZ
You go that way and I'll
Go this way.

TIM
Right. 
(Shouts)
GO AWAY YOU STUPID
FUCKWADS!

They both PEG IT.

LAWN

ADEN
Right that does it! I'm coming for you,
You little bastards!

He steps back, and gives the door a WHOPPING GREAT KICK. 

CRAAACK

It smashes, almost breaking into pieces.

MANDRAKE
Nice one.

ADEN
IN WE COME KIDS.

MANDRAKE 
You take the stairs, I'll try downstairs.

ADEN
Righto.

MANDRAKE
Come out kids, I've got some bars
Of chocolate to give you.

Suddenly he catches sight of Tim in the lounge and opens fire.

-BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA-

Tim manages to throw himself behind the sofa and the room is PEPPERED with
 bullets.  Mandrake looks around, and sees Tim's head, just above the arm of

The sofa.

-BOOMF-

Tim suddenly pops up with the Auto-Shotgun and lets off a round.  It takes Mandrake
 right in the arm, he staggers-but doesn't drop.

-BOOMF-

Tim fires again this time Mandrake is hit in the stomach, and he drops his H & K and 
it CRASHES to the floor, then Mandrake SPLATS against the window, blood SPURTS.

Up against it. And he slips down it, DEAD! Tim puts another few SHELLS into the Shotgun,
 and takes the H & K off of Mandrake.

KITCHEN

Aden slowly CREEPS through the Kitchen and looks from side to side, the phone suddenly 
rings, he twirls round and:

-BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA-

BLOWS THE PHONE TO SMITHEREENS. But just as he does so, Liz JUMPS through, with both
Pump-action Shotguns.

-BOOMF-

-BOOMF-

Aden is hit twice, and he goes flying across a BIG ROUND TABLE, and collides with
 the phone and both of them CRASH to the floor.

The phone HITS the floor so hard that it virtually disintegrates.  Aden lands next 
to it, but he isn't dead yet!

-BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA-

He pulls himself up and fires a burst at Liz, but she dives out the way and:

-BOOMF-

-BOOMF-

Aden is blown across the room, with a bullet in the ribs and a bullet in the thigh,
 Liz stands over him and pumps both shotguns.

LIZ
HIYA!

Tim comes in, with his Auto-Shotgun, and checks for any danger.  But sees
That Liz is okay.

TIM
Okay?

LIZ
Yeh, this fucker paid for
What he tried to do.

DRIVEWAY

The Chopper speeds onto the Driveway, and both men jump off, RIPPING out their guns. 
 But Hawker sees the Sedan and the blood up the window.

HAWKER
NOOOOO! I'M
TOO LATE!

He breaks down to his knees and begins to cry, Locker wonders whether to stop, 
but then he decides to go in and see if he can nail the bastards.


Hawker puts the gun to his head, and we slowly watch the hammer go back.

REEVE'S HIDING-PLACE

He can see Hawker through the binoculars.  

LAWN

Just as the hammer slowly goes back, a finger suddenly appears and stops it.

LOCKER
FUCK! THAT HURTS!
 
HAWKER
What was that for? I want my life
To end?

TIM
Hey daddy, what'cha doing?

Hawker slowly looks up, and sees his two children! Tears roll down his eyes and 
he hugs both of them, and it seems as if he will hang on forever, until:

Kitty suddenly appears.

KITTY
What on Earth?

Before she can say anything Hawker lets go of his kids and hugs her, he hugs her and hugs her and hugs her.

Meanwhile Locker heads into the house to check for the bodies. 

HAWKER
C'mon, group-hug!

Liz, Hawker and Kitty move in for a hug, all of the family in for a big group hug.

KITTY
I don't know what's going on, but still.

HAWKER
Where's Tim?

LIZ
He's got him.

Hawker WHEELS round, and he sees Todd and Reeve, Todd is holding Tim,
and his hand is firmly over the kid's mouth.

HAWKER
NOOOOOO!

Suddenly a Bus stops right next to Todd, Reeve and Tim.  The two Kidnappers
 wave, and Tim lets out a muffled squeal.

BUS

Todd rushes up the stairs, and into the bus, while Reeve stands in front
 of the Bus-driver.

BUS-DRIVER
Where's your fares?

Reeve grabs him by the scruff of the neck and TOSSES him out of the Bus.
Then Todd takes over the driving seat, and Reeve Wrestles Tim down the Bus.

HAWKER
Quick! Get the Registration number!

KITTY
Um, WCA 913. 

HAWKER
Right now where the fuck is my truck?

KITTY
Where ever you last left it. 

HAWKER
Shit! Can I take your car?

KITTY
Well…I…

Before she can say anything Hawker SNATCHES the keys from her handbag
and rushes back into the garage. Then Locker comes out.

LOCKER
What the hell's going on?

KITTY
(The impact of what's happened hits her)
Oh…oh, it's Timmy! Two…men…they g-got
Him!

LOCKER
What? Where?

KITTY
They've stolen a bus full of people, oh it's
Terrible!

LOCKER
Did anyone get the registration?

KITTY
Um, yes…err…err…WC…oh I can't
Remember it…oh…oh…Timmy!

LIZ
WCA 913.

LOCKER
Thank you, I'll radio for back-up.

KITTY
B-but, I thought the station was closed
d-down?

LOCKER
Well I'll call the other station.

Suddenly a Blue Mini comes CHUGGING out of the Garage.  Hawker is at the wheel.

HAWKER
WHERE'D THE BUS GO?

LOCKER
I don't know where that fucking bus went do 
I?

HAWKER 
I never said you did…Oh fuck I'll go by
My instincts.

BUS

Reeve stands in front of all the people in the bus, and holds a 
9mm Beretta to Tim's head.

REEVE
Now, all of you jackasses listen. I only want to
Have to say this once.  We have hi-jacked this
Bus, and anyone who dares to try and oppose us
Will personally be responsible for the death of 
This kid. Do I make myself clear?

Everyone stays quiet.

REEVE
I SAID DO I MAKE MY FUCKING
SELF CLEAR?

There's a general murmur of "yes" among the crowd of frightened people.

LADY
OH PLEASE LET ME GO! I
WANNA GET HOME!

REEVE
SHUT UP, OR ELSE THIS LITTLE PRICK
GETS IT!


ROAD

Suddenly the Mini comes up beside the Bus and RAMS it, Todd's 
hands go completely clear of the steering-wheel, and the Bus almost crashes.

TODD
You'll pay for that, wanker!

He RAMS into the Mini, but the little car doesn't back down, it
 SCREECHES to a halt in front of the Bus. 

SLOW MOTION

Hawker brings the Anaconda down, with both hands on it.  One 
eye closes as he aims, Todd continues driving on, then it's:

-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-

Bullets smash their way through the Mini's windscreen and the
 Bus's windscreen, Todd is hit in the shoulder, but all the other rounds miss.

FAST MOTION

The Bus is now going at TOP SPEED RACING towards The Mini, Hawker 
turns back round and sees this then:

-BOOOOOOOM-

FAST MOTION AND SLOW MOTION OFF

Hawker is only just able to THROW himself clear and he lands 
on the Kerb, his Arm breaks instantly.

Suddenly we see something moving very Fast on top of a big building, 
it then SWERVES and FLIES onto another building.

BUS

TODD
Hey! Yamanu what the fuck did you do with
My shit?

REEVE
Huh? Oh it's right here.

He takes it out of his jacket pocket.

TODD
Give here, will you?

REEVE
Fuck you, Todd!

TODD
What?

REEVE
You heard. Y'know, I can't believe
You, you got a lot to answer t…

SLOW MOTION

Suddenly the Vechile which was on the roof SHOOTS off, and almost
 going at the speed of light SMASHES through one window of the bus, and comes out of the

Other, but the only thing is that Todd is hanging onto it, then it
 does a 360 through the air, and lands on one wheel.

Todd looks up at Locker, who is obviously driving it 
and gives him the finger.

SLOW MOTION OFF

Hawker, with one arm immobile, chases after the out-of-control bus.

BUS

Reeve, still holding Tim races towards the Steering-wheel, but Tim kicks it and the bus
CRASHES into a brick wall.

Reeve and Tim knocked to the floor, and are almost TRAMPLED by all the 
passengers as they madly ESCAPE from the bus.

SLOW  MOTION

Tim slowly gets up, turns and tries to run, but he happens to turn round again,
and sees Reeve-holding the 9mm at him. 

Tim is paralysed with fear.

The trigger goes back, slower and slower, but suddenly TIM IS GRABBED
 BY STRONG ARMS-THE ARMS OF HIS FATHER (Or the arm of his Father).

He is wrenched free of the bus and taken to safety.

SLOW MOTION OFF

Reeve grabs the wheel, and reverses the bus then madly STORMS after 
Father and son, as they rush along the kerb.  

But the Bus suddenly VEERS out of control (due to a punctured wheel) and 
SMASHES hard against an oil tanker. The engine is damaged during this

And:

-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

The Bus is turned into one MADLY BURNING FIREBALL, but Reeve is still somehow
 alive and grabs the wheel, coming after them, but the steering-wheel breaks:

And the Fireball crashes into another wall, Reeve gets up and tries to throw himself
 clear, but another FIREBALL comes SHOOTING down the Aisle and OVERCOMES

Him. As the Bus burns, his burning body drops out of the Smashed windscreen
 and into the pavement.

But Reeve still somehow lives, and he ROLLS over and over,  over and over, soon
 the flames go out, and he sits on the kerb, looking angry.

REEVE
COME ON YOU BASTARDS! FINISH ME! 
FINISH ME!

Locker turns to Hawker, and sees that he's soothing his chilled offspring. 
 Looks like it's Locker's turn now.

REEVE
That's it! That's it! Come on!
Come on, you British fuck!

A soon as Locker is near, he grabs him in an impressive Judo throw,
 and throws the Cop over his shoulders, Locker lands hard. 
But is up on his feet again in a matter

Of minutes.

CLOSE UP ON:

Hawker and Tim watching. Behind them, Todd rises with a
 Combat-Knife in his hands.

ANGLE ON:

The Fight

Locker has Reeve on the floor and HAMMERS away at him, with 
dynamite blows. Reeve shakes under the impact, but doesn't die.

One of his BURNT arms shoots up, and catches Locker in the neck, 
the Big Cop COMES off him, and lands HARD on the ground.

Reeve is up and on his feet, both of his arms are hold in a Martial-arts 
stance, Locker struggles to his feet, but he is FELLED again with an awkward CHOP to the side

Of the neck.  Locker crashes down on the ground and Reeve stands above 
him, looking MAD.

BACK TO:

Hawker and Tim. Suddenly Todd comes out of nowhere, and grabs Tim. The
 little child struggles, but Todd cruelly stabs him.

Tim CRASHES to the ground, crying and screaming.  Hawker turns to him, 
there's a cut-wound in his arm. It's not fatal-only minor.

HAWKER
Wait here little dude.

Hawker rises above Todd, immediately the criminal SLASHES the knife at 
Hawker's chest, but Hawker steps back and it misses.

Then he SMASHES Todd in the side of the face with an immense KARATE-KICK, 
The Combat-knife ready to do damage. But Hawker catches his arm, and twists it,
 we hear it SNAP.  And Hawker, forgetting his own injury SLAMS Todd

Down onto the ground, then kicks him in the ribs. But Todd manages to get up again
 and is ready to fight.  Todd grips the knife. But Hawker grips his Anaconda.

HAWKER
Kiss my ass!

-BLAM-

Todd is blown away.

ANGLE ON:

THE OTHER FIGHT

Reeve PULVERISES Locker with a brief but powerful Judo move, and Locker
 lands on his back.

CLOSE UP ON:

The Bus, still FLAMING. Suddenly one of it's Tyres, breaks off, and the whole
Bus begins rolling-madly flaming.

Locker sees this and manages to CRAWL out of it's path.

REEVE
Chicken are you?

-CRUSH-

The bus ROLLS right over top of him, and he is lost in the smoke, 
flames and the 


HUGE EXPLOSION!

-BOOOOOOM-

Pieces of Debris SPLATS everywhere, and Locker is almost hit by a 
large chunk of Metal.

MINUTES LATER

ANGLE ON:

Hawker, Tim and Locker all lying down in the middle of the road. 
Injured, but not fatally so.

HAWKER
Err, Jack you never told me what happened
To your partner.

LOCKER
Oh? Who? Nathan. Oh he had both his
Arms and his head hacked off by
Some guy who went mad in a 
Shopping-mall with a Samurai-
Sword!

HAWKER
So, I'm gifted with luck am I?

LOCKER
You're not gifted with luck, you're
A bloomin' miracle.  

HAWKER
Cool.

The sound of sirens can be heard.

LOCKER
Oh, here comes the cavalry
Late as usual!

HAWKER
Ah, well. At least they've
Come. Tim are you okay?

TIM
Fuck yeah. I'm hangin' in
There.

HAWKER
Where the fuck does he get that language
From? I hardly ever fucking swear. Especially
not in fuckin' front of him, do I Timmy?

TIM
Fuck yeh, daddy.

Locker laughs, Hawker shrugs.  A Cop-car SCREECHES to a halt next
To them, and Lieutenant Jackson gets out, .38 in his hands.

THEN WE:

SEE FROM A BIRDSEYE VIEW:

The three of them lying in the middle of the road. And being surrounded
by Cop cars, Ambulances and Fire-engines.

And we have a happy ending to this Film.

THE END

Credits roll, then scenes which have been done wrong are played.

CAST I'D LIKE TO SEE:



Danny.P as Detective Sergeant Jack Locker




The Goose as Detective Sergeant Matt Hawker



Jet Li as Yamanu Reeve.



Thomas Jane as Todd Franklin



Chow Yun-Fat as Massamo Toshino.



Ice Cube as Lieutenant Avery Jackson.



Denise Richards as Kitty Hawker



??????? as Joe Locker



?????? as Tim Hawker



??????? as Liz Hawker



Anthony Hopkins as Carver Klein.




James Caan as Ray Matherson



Sylvester Stallone as Frank Bedford



And I'm not too sure about the others.


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