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"Sniper Target"
An Original Screenplay
Written
by
Harry Deckard
29/02/08 - 03/03/08
First Draft
FADE IN:
INT. CHINESE RESTURANT - EVENING
A large, extravagant looking Chinese resturant. We pan over
to a booth where JOHNNY BLAZE and JESSE ROSCOE sit. Johnny
is a short, spikey haired, broad-shouldered, stocky guy of
no more than twenty. Jesse is about nineteen, very, very
pretty, fairly short, black haired and very buxom perhaps a
bit chubby.
JESSE
Now this what I call good food! I
can't remember the last time we
had Chinese!
BLAZE
Me either.
JESSE
Oh by the way, what are you upto
tomorrow night?
BLAZE
Nothing, why?
JESSE
Fancy going to something a
bit...err...different?
Blaze sighs, from this we can tell her idea of "somewhere
different" isn't usually somewhere he would like to be.
BLAZE
Where?
JESSE
Well I managed to get two tickets
for a show that's on at one of
the university lecture theatres
tomorrow evening.
BLAZE
What sort of show is it? A good
band?
JESSE
Well...err...
She doesn't say anything, knowing he won't be too keen.
BLAZE
What is it?
JESSE
Well, the guy's called Sam Storm
I think.
BLAZE
(Interested)
Stand-up comedian?
JESSE
Err...no...
BLAZE
What then?
JESSE
Well erm...an...
(Can't think of any
other way to put it)
A hypnotist!
Blaze is appalled at the idea.
BLAZE
Oh god! I Couldn't think of
anything worse! Watching some
ridiculous, creepy character
standing on the stage waving
around a large watch on a chain
trying to make everyone stare at
it until they become...
(pathetic voice)
"hypnotized".
JESSE
Well you don't have to come!
BLAZE
Well I won't then. Why don't you
take loverboy Kyle?
Jesse looks angry.
JESSE
Oh for fuck's sake! I was just
waiting for a Kyle wisecrack! I
just don't see what's so bad
about it! Me and Kyle - we're
just mates!
BLAZE
Just mates! You see more of him
than you do me!
JESSE
Johnny, you need a serious
reality check - I love you!
Kyle's my best friend of course I
spend a lot of time with him! You
spend a lot of time with Matt.
BLAZE
He's your ex-boyfriend!
JESSE
That was a long time ago! In High
school! Anyway for all I know
Matt could be your ex-boyfriend!
BLAZE
Oh very funny! Okay, okay, I'm
sorry. But I know that if I was
to start spending all my time
with one of my exes...a very good
looking one at that...then you'd
get all silly!
JESSE
No I wouldn't! That's the thing!
I trust you! I trust you because
I love you and I know you
wouldn't do such a thing! Perhaps
you just hate Kyle because he's
good-looking and successful
BLAZE
Hey! I'm successful as well!
JESSE
Successful for what? Dancing
around in a pair of shorts and
punching at people while wearing
big red, silly gloves? Please,
Johnny, Kyle's a lawyer. He's
making a lot of money and going
places.
BLAZE
Oh I see how it is! That was
uncalled for, Jesse. I've got a
title shot for the under-twenty
one championship! Is Kyle soon to
be an under twenty one champion
lawyer!? No! So therefore I have
done better in my chosen career
than him.
JESSE
That's because Kyle is twenty
two, anyway a lot of things are
uncalled for, Johnny.
She stands up.
JESSE (CONT'D)
Give me a call when you finally
grow up.
BLAZE
Hey! Wait! You haven't finished
your meal! I expect some money
for it if you're just going to
waste!
JESSE
You said it was on you!
BLAZE
Yeah I would have treated you to
it no worries I always do, but
you're now about to storm out
like a hormonal, sissy teenage
girl and leave half of the food i
paid fourteen pound for, so this
is no longer one. Pay up!
JESSE
I don't believe you!
BLAZE
You better start believing, baby!
Jesse takes out a few notes from her purse and sets them
down on the table.
JESSE
You can burn in hell, Johnny
Blaze!
BLAZE
Hey Jesse wait!
JESSE
What?
BLAZE
Have fun nailing Kyle's pale,
pussy lawyer ass.
Blaze begins picking at his food, picks up a piece of duck
out of the rice awkwardly with a pair of chopsticks.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
Looks like this duck has been
burned in hell. Waiter! Waiter!
What the hell was this duck
cooked on? Satan's right ass
cheek?
CUT TO:
EXT. APARTMENT BLOCK - NIGHT
It's night time and pouring with rain, Blaze hurries across
a parking lot towards a large apartment block.
He tries the door but it's locked.
BLAZE
Fuck's sake.
A panel which serves at an intercom sits to the right of
the door and Blaze presses number 16.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
Jesse! Open the door for god's
sake! It's me!
No answer.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
Come on!
(Grudgingly)
I'm here to apologize.
No answer.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
Alright then! I've made the
effort. Have it your way.
Blaze turns and heads off into the dark night.
FADE TO:
EXT. STREET - MORNING
A small, busy street lined with shops and flat blocks.
Among the shops is a small florist, Blaze appears in frame,
wearing jogging clothes.
INT. FLORIST - CONTINUOUS
Inside the florist is pretty much just like any other, full
of flowers, plants and posters which tell us about various
flower events that are coming up.
Blaze's best friend, MATT, a tall, good-looking tanned man
of about twenty-one is tending to a plant.
BLAZE
Good morning, Matt.
MATT
Hows it going, stranger?
BLAZE
Not too bad, not too bad.
MATT
Upto much this fine, sunshiney
day?
BLAZE
Training later.
MATT
The fine life of the unemployed
ey?
BLAZE
I'm a professional sportsman
thankyou very much.
Matt laughs.
MATT
Going for an early morning jog
then?
BLAZE
Well sort of, kinda had a bit of
a tiff with Jesse last night...
MATT
Oh dear, bad one?
BLAZE
Well I dunno she kinda stormed
out of the resturant we were
eating at.
MATT
Ouch. What was it over?
BLAZE
Kyle.
MATT
That guy is such a bastard.
BLAZE
I know I'd love to just get hold
of his miserable little neck
and...
(grabs a vase and mimics
strangling it)
...grr...
The vase smashes.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
Oh shit sorry!
MATT
You need to chill out, Johnny,
your temper really will get the
better of you one day.
Matt gets a broom and begins sweeping up the broken glass
up. Blaze takes out a tissue and tends to his hand, which
is bleeding.
BLAZE
Anyway yeah, she isn't at work
till one this afternoon, so I was
gonna get a nice bouquet and
bring it over to her.
Blaze takes out a couple of coins and puts them on the
desk.
MATT
You came to the right place.
(Looks at the coins)
What's that for? You know
everything in here's free for
you!
BLAZE
For the vase.
MATT
Oh right, yeah.
Matt puts away the broken shards of glass.
MATT (CONT'D)
Want anything in particular in
this?
BLAZE
Just make it look good.
MATT
Will do.
CUT TO:
EXT. APARTMENT BLOCK - DAY
Blaze jogs through the parking lot toward Jesse's apartment
block, holding a thick bundle of flowers.
A slick looking black range rover pulls up next to him. The
window rolls down to reveal the much hated KYLE GETZ, a
chiselled, athletic, good-looking Mr. Nice guy.
KYLE
Oh look who it is.
BLAZE
Fuck off, Kyle, what are you
doing here?
KYLE
Just came to see Jesse, she's
pretty upset you know.
Kyle is such a smarmy cunt it's almost unbearable.
BLAZE
Yes I do know.
KYLE
Are those for her?
BLAZE
What do you think.
KYLE
Get em free from your boyfriend,
Matt did you?
BLAZE
No I didn't actually.
KYLE
Well how come it says M. Falcheck
florist on the wrapper?
Blaze grimaces.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Always one step ahead of
everyone, Johnny boy, gotta be to
be a good lawyer ya know.
BLAZE
Just fuck off, Kyle.
KYLE
Alright I'm going. You got some
serious grovelling to do though.
BLAZE
You know one of these days I'm
gonna grab that miserable head of
yours and smash your stupid skull
in against that dashboard.
KYLE
Is that so?
BLAZE
Yes it is you smarmy wanker. Then
I'm gonna drag you out of your
stupid, uber-big vehicle, put you
on the floor and piss on you.
Kyle laughs.
KYLE
You should be a standup, Johnny
boy.
Kyle accelerates off leaving Blaze angry, he punches at the
air a few times then jogs up to the building.
ANGLE ON
The control panel, as Blaze hits the "16" button.
BACK TO SCENE
JESSE (V.O.)
(Through intercom)
Yes?
BLAZE
Jesse it's me...
JESSE (V.O.)
What do you want, Johnny?
BLAZE
I've come to apologize.
JESSE (V.O.)
Oh really?
BLAZE
Yes. I have. I've brought you
something.
JESSE (V.O.)
Come on up then.
The door unlocks and Blaze enters.
CUT TO:
INT. JESSE'S APARTMENT - DAY
An open plan, very modern and stylish studio apartment.
Jesse and Blaze stand in the living room area, Blaze has
just handed her the flowers.
BLAZE
(Sincere)
I'm sorry. I really am.
JESSE
You just apologized for
something.
BLAZE
I know. Rare occurrence hey?
JESSE
Yes.
BLAZE
I love you, Jesse Roscoe.
JESSE
(Breaks into a big
smile)
I love you too, Johnny Blaze.
The two embrace and kiss. Jesse moves into the kitchen area
and begins filling a vase with water for the flowers.
JESSE
They're beautiful.
BLAZE
Like you.
Jesse laughs.
JESSE
Oh you smooth criminal.
BLAZE
And also I will come with you
tonight. To say sorry.
JESSE
Oh you don't need to...
BLAZE
I will.
JESSE
Well I kinda...err...gave your
ticket to Kyle.
Blaze grimaces, bites his tongue.
BLAZE
Oh...I...see...well, they'll have
tickets on the door won't they?
JESSE
Yes I would imagine so...
BLAZE
I'll come with you! I'll even go
if Kyle's going. I really am
sorry.
JESSE
You serious?
BLAZE
Yep. But if Kyle's going...
JESSE
Yes you can bring Matt if you
want.
Blaze grins.
BLAZE
Sure you don't mind?
JESSE
Nope, I like Matt, I actually
make an effort to like your
friends.
BLAZE
Technically Kyle is your ex, not
your friend.
JESSE
He's my best friend!
BLAZE
Grr...
JESSE
Anyway let's get off the subject
of Kyle. Say, what time have you
got training?
BLAZE
Er I told Rocky I'd be at the gym
by about half twelevish.
JESSE
That means we've got a bit of
time to waste.
Blaze grins mischeviously.
BLAZE
Well I wouldn't say waste..
As he leans in to kiss her we...
FADE TO:
EXT. UNIVERSITY CARPARK - EVENING
A large car park belonging to the city university. Kyle's
jeep pulls up and reverses into a parking space - doing it
perfectly of course.
Kyle, Jesse, Matt and Blaze exit the vehicle.
Matt and Blaze keep their distance from Kyle and Jesse who
walk ahead.
MATT
Man, as if we had to ride with
that schmuck.
BLAZE
As if we're actually going to
something like this!
MATT
You never know, might not be that
bad!
BLAZE
Oh it will.
Blaze points to a poster.
ANGLE ON
The poster "FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY UP AND COMING HYPNOTIST SAM
STORM" below the title is a picture of a very creepy
looking, bearded man who wears a tophat.
BACK TO SCENE
BLAZE
Look at that guy, have you ever
seen such a loser!
KYLE
I was looking on google earlier
for Sam Storm, there's virtually
nothing on him at all. Must be a
pretty new act.
JESSE
Yeah there wasn't much
information on him on the website
I booked the tickets from.
KYLE
I guess these types like to stay
elusive.
BLAZE
(Muttering)
Shame you couldn't stay elusive.
Jesse gives him a look.
KYLE
(Turning to Matt and
Blaze)
Are you boys going to volunteer
to be hypnotized?
BLAZE
Am I fuck! Don't know what that
mindless creep could put in your
head.
KYLE
I think I might. Would be a
laugh.
JESSE
I could try hypnotism for weight
loss I guess.
BLAZE
O...
KYLE
Oh come on, Jesse, you don't need
that, you're at a perfect weight!
Blaze gives Kyle an angry look.
JESSE
Aw thanks, Kyle!
BLAZE
(Mouthing it to Matt)
Just...fuck...off...Kyle...
CUT TO:
INT. LECTURE THEATRE - NIGHT
The lecture theatre is absolutley huge, full of rows and
rows of seats looking down at a big stage which is being
set up.
It's fairly full, although not packed.
We pan past the crowd, mostly made up from drunk students,
until we find Blaze, Jesse, Matt and Kyle who are sitting
quite near the back.
Blaze and Kyle sit either side of Jesse and Matt sits next
to Blaze.
BLAZE
Wish this bloody show would hurry
up and start. I hate waiting.
JESSE
You need to stop being so
impatient.
KYLE
Yeah, good things come to those
who wait, Johnny boy.
BLAZE
I swear if you call me "Johnny
boy" one more time I'll...
(Jesse gives him an evil
look)
...do absolutely nothing.
The lights begin to dim.
JESSE
Ooo it's starting!
A voice of an announcer is heard from speakers above.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
And with out further ado, I
present the up and coming
hypnotist phenomenon Sam
Storm.
We pan down to the stage as STORM appears. He is perhaps
one of the creepiest people you will ever see. Tall, rail
thin and about fifty years old. He wears a tophat atop his
long, greasy black hair and a long black trenchcoat.
STORM
(Taking off his hat and
bowing)
Hello there ladies and gentlemen,
how are you this evening? Well I
hope.
(Putting hat back on)
My name is Sam Storm and I'm
here for one night only to
entertain you with the wonders of
the elusive art of hypnotism. Now
I'm addressing all those skeptics
out there! Please leave your
doubts at the door and enter with
an open mind.
(Pause)
Because if you enter with an open
mind you may just discover the
truth.
(Grinning wildly)
Anyway without further ado, may I
please have a volunteer from the
audience? Preferably someone who
is skeptical about this great
"art".
A lot of hands in the audience are raised.
STORM
(Eyeing up the people)
Well I'm sure that if I was to
pick anyone you skeptics would
just think I had already spoken
to them.
He points to a lady in the front row.
STORM (CONT'D)
Excuse me miss, could you please
pick one of these kind volunteers
for me?
The lady seems quite shy and giggly.
SHY LADY
Err..yes...yes...of course.
She scans the group, points a stocky young student.
SHY LADY (CONT'D)
Er...him...
STORM
Like the look of him ey?
He laughs a very creepy, slightly manical laugh.
BLAZE (V.O.)
Man, this guy laughs like Vincent
Price.
MATT (V.O.)
Proper creep.
BLAZE (V.O.)
I bet this is all staged.
KYLE (V.O.)
Why don't you go up, Johnny boy,
you're on of the most skeptical
here?
BLAZE (V.O.)
No!
The stocky man comes down to the stage.
STORM
(Shaking his hand
vigorously)
Welcome, welcome, Mr...?
LOCKSLEY
Mr. Locksley.
STORM
Welcome Mr. Locksley. Do you
believe in hypnotism at all?
LOCKSLEY
No, I do not, I think it's a load
of bullshit if I'm quite honest.
(Pause)
Err...no offence.
STORM
None taken.
He laughs his manic laugh again.
STORM (CONT'D)
(Pointing to a chair on
stage)
Anyway, Mr. Locksley, please take
a seat.
Locksley does as told.
STORM (CONT'D)
Please relax and make yourself
comfortable.
LOCKSLEY
Right.
Storm takes out a strange kind of black and white rock from
his pocket. He holds it up to audience.
STORM
This is my very best friend, and
the tool of my trade.
He holds the rock out to Locksley.
STORM (CONT'D)
As I speak, look very deeply into
this rock and don't ever take
your eyes off it. Yes?
LOCKSLEY
Okay.
STORM
If you take your eyes off it, god
knows what effect it may have on
you.
LOCKSLEY
(Grinning)
Whatever.
STORM
Alright then. Ready?
LOCKSLEY
You bet.
Locksley stares at the rock, Storm begins saying some
words, whatever he says is said so fast that we can't make
it out at all.
STORM
Youwilllfeelsleepierandsleepieru
tilyourwholemindbecomesrelaxando
entoanysuggestionthatIgiveyouwhe
youhearthissound...
(Taps the side of the
chair)
...youwillwakeupfromthisstateIha
eputyouinandyouwillfollowmyevery
nstructionuntilyouhearthissounda
ainandatthatpointyouwillceasefol
owingmyinstructiosnandreturntoyo
rnormalstateandyouwillhavenomemo
yofthisatall.
BLAZE (V.O.)
I bet he's saying, just do
whatever I say and I'll give you
a tenner.
MATT (V.O.)
(Laughing)
Wouldn't put it past him.
JESSE (V.O.)
Be quiet and enjoy the show!
Locksley's head lulls back as if in a deep sleep.
STORM
As you can see, ladies and
gentleman, our friend Mr.
Locksley is in a deep, deep
sleep. But when I awake him I can
make him do anything! Absolutely
anything!
(Pause)
Now are any of Mr. Locksley's
friends out there?
RANDOM GUY (V.O.)
Yeah! I'm his friend!
STORM
Ah excellent. Name me something
that our friend wouldn't do in a
million years? Whether acting
hypnotized or not?
RANDOM GUY (V.O.)
Erm...erm...he would never run
around topless. He's really
insecure about his body.
STORM
(Laughing)
We'll see.
Storm taps the chair - Locksley is jarred awake.
LOCKSLEY
Whoa!
STORM
How are you feeling Mr. Locksley?
LOCKSLEY
(Robotically)
Fine.
STORM
Is it just me or is it a bit
warm, Mr. Locksley?
LOCKSLEY
Very.
STORM
So hot that in fact, you're
sweating?
Beads of swear appear on Locksley's forehead.
LOCKSLEY
I'm sweating. Boiling hot.
STORM
Oh no, Mr. Locksley, the air
conditioning's broken.
LOCKSLEY
It's just getting hotter and
hotter.
STORM
Perhaps you should take your top
off?
LOCKSLEY
Good idea.
Without a second thought Locksley pulls his shirt off,
revealing his generous body.
Gasps from crowd.
BLAZE (V.O.)
Talk about a fatass.
STORM
Still quite hot though.
LOCKSLEY
Yes.
STORM
Perhaps you should run up and
down the stage, instead of
warming you up it will cool you
down.
LOCKSLEY
It will.
Locksley begins running up and down, up and down.
The crowd laugh.
ANGLE ON
Matt and Blaze, who are in hysterics.
CUT TO:
MONTAGE
A montage of the hynotism show. After each shot we cut to a
view of Matt and Blaze, who are both absolutley thrilled
and entertained at it.
1) Storm instructing a fat man to do a cartwheel.
Matt and Blaze are rolling around their chairs with
laughter.
2) Storm instructing a muscular, good-looking man to kiss a
very fat, rather unattractive woman.
Matt and Blaze covering their eyes at the sight, but
laughing too.
3) Storm making a bunch of trendy guys swim around on their
bellies like fish.
Matt and Blaze in hysterics again.
You get the idea.
CUT TO:
INT. LECTURE THEATRE - LATER
Storm stands on stage.
STORM
Well unfortunately, that's all I
have time for. Thanks alot for
everyone who participated and
those who applauded and laughed.
Hopefully I'll come to the city
again.
The crowd gives him a standing avation.
RANDOM GUY
Amazing show! Absolutely awesome!
MATT
I love it! You were great.
STORM
(Creepy smile)
You're too kind.
We pan across the theatre to find Blaze, Matt, Jesse and
Kyle.
BLAZE
Ah that was great.
JESSE
Told you, you'd have fun. Did you
enjoy it Kyle?
KYLE
Well wasn't too bad I suppose.
Some of the humour was a bit
juvenile.
BLAZE
(Rolling his eyes)
Jokes not intelligent enough for
you, Kyle?
KYLE
No they weren't.
MATT
(Checks watch)
Finished kind of early didn't it?
JESSE
Yeah.
MATT
Shall we go for a drink at the
student bar?
BLAZE
Good thinking.
(To Jesse and Kyle)
You two up for it?
JESSE
Yeah.
KYLE
(Stupid grin)
First round on me.
BLAZE
I'll buy my own thanks.
KYLE
Suit yourself.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. UNIVERSITY CARPARK - LATER
Blaze and Matt (both a little drunk) head across the car
park to the range rover with Kyle and Jesse following them.
Jesse stops to light a cigarette.
BLAZE
Ahh man! Budweiser! What a beer!
MATT
King of beers!
JESSE
(Catches up to Blaze and
holds his hand)
I love you.
BLAZE
Thanks, I love you too. What was
that for?
JESSE
Dunno, perhaps it's just the wine
talking.
They laugh and Jesse kisses, as they do Blaze looks up at
Kyle - giving him a snide looking.
Kyle rolls his eyes at the immaturity, he unlocks the car
and Matt and Jesse get in.
BLAZE
Ah wait a second, just need a
slash.
KYLE
Hurry up then.
Blaze turns his back and begins to urinate.
BLAZE
Don't look, Kyle, don't want you
to get jealous.
KYLE
Oh give it a rest, idiot.
Just as Blaze zips up he sees Storm heading across the car
park, smoking a cigar.
BLAZE
Ah look who it is. Wait a second,
just gonna congratulate him on a
good show.
(Laughs)
Look at his registration plate it
says Gay!
Kyle rolls his eyes. Sure enough the registration plate
reads L922 GAY.
Blaze jogs over to Storm, who has reached a large black van
and is unlocking it.
BLAZE
Hey!
STORM
Hello there, young sir.
BLAZE
Brilliant show, mate, absolutley
fantastic.
STORM
Ah thankyou. I do try to
entertain my guests.
BLAZE
So funny as well. How do you do
it?
STORM
Takes a lot of practice.
BLAZE
Say do you do like hypnotism for
weight loss and stuff like that?
STORM
Well it's not my business but I
do dabble in it. Trying to lose
weight are you?
BLAZE
Well no, not exactly.
STORM
You look a good strong chap. You
got the biceps of a...killer.
Storm seems very interested in Blaze, although not in a gay
way.
BLAZE
Well I'm a boxer and I've got a
title shot coming up in a few
weeks.
STORM
Oh how excellent.
BLAZE
And the guy I'm fighting is a lot
more experienced than me so I'm
trying to train as much as I can.
Thing is I'm starting to get
slack, I just can't seem to train
as well as I should.
STORM
(Pre-occupied)
Shame.
BLAZE
So I was wondering if there was
anyway you could like I dunno,
hypnotize me so that I'd find
training fun...and want to do it.
STORM
Well I could...
Blaze takes out his wallet and hands Storm a few notes.
STORM (CONT'D)
In fact I'm sure I could.
As he takes out his rock we
CUT TO:
ANGLE ON
A television screen. A female news reporter is standing in
front of a very plush looking apartment block.
NEWS REPORTER
Hello there I'm Veronica
Corningstone and I'm here at the
very nice Hinton Apartments in
downtown Storey street. Last
night at about one thirty a.m
this posh, modern apartment block
was the scene of a brutal murder.
An insert of a good-looking young man, AL SOUTHGATE,
appears to her right.
NEWS REPORTER
Alistair Southgate, the young
socialite son of dubious
businessman, Dwight Southgate...
A picture of a mean looking elderly man appears to her
left.
NEWS REPORTER (CONT'D)
...Was found shot dead in his
apartment. Police were called
when neighbours heard shots
fired, but they arrived too late
to capture the mystery assassin.
Although they have declared that
they have cctv footage showing
the assassin entering the
building. Al Southgate's father
is known to have quite a few
enemies around the city, so as
you can imagine, police have a
large catalogue of people to
swift through.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL:
INT. BLAZE'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING
Blaze's spacious living room. He sits on the floor near the
TV, only half watching it, eating a bowl of cereal. He
wears jogging clothes.
The phone RINGS. He answers.
BLAZE
Hello?
JESSE (V.O.)
Morning honey.
BLAZE
Oh hey, how's it going?
JESSE (V.O.)
Not bad thanks, just on a break
at work.
BLAZE
Cool.
JESSE (V.O.)
Thought you'd be out jogging?
BLAZE
In a bit, just having some
cereal.
JESSE (V.O.)
You don't sound too thrilled?
BLAZE
Well I'm not.
JESSE (V.O.)
Guess the hypnotizing didn't work
hey?
BLAZE
Guess so. Stupid bastard, I gave
him thirty quid as well.
JESSE (V.O.)
Perhaps it takes a few weeks to
work.
BLAZE
Oh fuck it, I went for a good jog
anyway last night and got an
early night.
JESSE (V.O.)
Oh right, well anyway just called
to say I love you.
Blaze smiles a rare smile.
BLAZE
I love you too.
JESSE (V.O.)
I hope so. Anyway gota go, bye.
BLAZE
Bye.
She hangs up.
FADE OUT:
ON BLACK:
The sounds of heavy breathing - someone sleeping.
The sound of a sharp, bleeping alarm clock - beep - beep -
beep.
As we hear a grunt we:
FADE IN:
INT. BLAZE'S BEDROOM - MORNING
A small, cosy bedroom. A few specks of light shine in from
a crack in the curtains. The room contains all the usual
stuff, bed, wardrobe, television and a set of drawers.
The floor is a mess of clothes and other scattered items.
Blaze groggily sits up in bed and turns off the annoying
alarm clock. After a few seconds he gets his bearings,
stretches, coughs and slowly gets out of bed. Wearing only
T-shirt and boxers.
He heads into the next room.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARK - MORNING
It's a beautiful sunny day and we find Blaze, now wearing a
hoodie and trackies, jogging through a large park.
The park is a really nice place with freshly cut grass and
a lovely river running through it. A few fishermen sit at
the river's edge, a few children play on a playpark, and
mothers are constantly going past, wheeling babies in
prams.
Blaze stops near a bench to tie up his shoelace.
A young mother with her hyper son are crossing the pathway,
as Blaze stands up he collides with the boy - almost
knocking the little boy over.
BLAZE
Wow!
YOUNG MOTHER
Oh sorry about that.
BLAZE
You should keep closer control of
the little bastard! I damn near
knocked him flying!
Blaze jogs off, leaving the mother stunned at his rudeness.
YOUNG MOTHER
Remember what I was telling you
earlier about good and bad
manners, Fredrick?
LITTLE BOY
Yes, mummy?
YOUNG MOTHER
Well that's a perfect example of
bad manners.
Back with Blaze as he continues jogging through the park,
muttering to himself.
After a while he comes to the end of the park and jogs
through into...
EXT. SUBURBS - CONTINUOUS
A suburban neighbourhood.
Blaze jogs into view and through the various streets,
closes and roads until he reaches a long, windy street.
Blaze jogs through the street and down an alleyway.
EXT. MCLINTOCK CLOSE - CONTINUOUS
He arrives at a small, suburban close - this is where his
house is.
ANGLE ON
Blaze - as he stops dead, something he's seen has shocked
him.
BLAZE'S P.O.V
Three police cars are parked up in front of a small house,
and the yard is buzzing with officers - it's Blaze's house.
BACK TO SCENE
BLAZE
What the fuck!
EXT. BLAZE'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
DETECTIVE MILES MAVERICK stands by the front door -
revolver trained on it. He's a tall, lean man with thick,
styled brown hair and even thicker-rimmed black glasses.
He makes a sign to a beefy uniform cop, RUDDOCK. Ruddock
takes a running leap at the door, kicks it down.
Just as they are about to enter, Blaze comes jogging up.
BLAZE
Hey! Hey! What the fuck's going
on here!?
DETECTIVE DUNCAN DELAWARE, an overweight black detective
steps in his way.
DELAWARE
Nothing to see here, Mister.
BLAZE
What the hell do you mean nothing
to see here! This is my house!
Delaware double-takes.
DELAWARE
You're Johnny Blaze?
BLAZE
Yes! What the hell's going on
here.
Before Blaze knows what's happening two uniformed cops are
on him, wrestling him and trying to snap some cuffs on him.
Blaze struggles but he is forced to the ground - protesting
wildly.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
What the hell!
MAVERICK
John Blaze, you are under arrest
for breaking and entering and
murder. You have the right to
remain silent. Anything you say
can and will be used against you
in a court of law. You have the
right to speak to an attorney,
and to have an attorney present
during any questioning. If you
cannot afford a lawyer, one will
be provided for you at government
expense.
BLAZE
You've got the wrong person! What
the hell!
RUDDOCK
Hey! He's called Johnny Blaze!
That's the name of Ghost Rider.
MAVERICK
Now is not the time, Officer
Ruddock.
Maverick leans over Blaze.
MAVERICK
Don't play the fool with me
Blaze. We have CCTV footage of
you breaking and entering.
BLAZE
I'll think you'll find you don't!
MAVERICK
Get this asshole in the back of
the car and get him back to the
station.
BLAZE
What the hell!
The officers pick Blaze up and throw the wildly struggling
man in the back seat of their police cruiser. Blaze's
shouts of anger are cut short as the doors slam closed on
him.
MAVERICK
Well that was easier than I
thought it would be.
DELAWARE
Didn't put up a fight or
anything.
MAVERICK
Let's get him down to the
station.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Maverick, Delaware, Blaze and a dopey looking, ancient
LAWYER sit inside a standard police interrogation room. The
two cops sit one side of the table and Blaze and the lawyer
sit the other side.
A digital recording device sits in the middle.
MAVERICK
So, Mister Blaze, tell me about
your whereabouts on friday night?
Blaze looks at his lawyer, but the man is almost falling
asleep in his seat.
BLAZE
I was at home! I went for a jog
at about nine that night. Got in
at ten thirty and went straight
to bed!
MAVERICK
So where were you between the
hours of one thirty A.M And two
A.M?
BLAZE
In bed asleep!
DELAWARE
Are you sure about that?
BLAZE
Oh...
He is cut off by a knock at the door.
DELAWARE
Yes?
A uniformed cop speaks from the other side of the door.
UNIFORM COP (O.S.)
Err Detective Delaware, Mr.
Blaze's laywer has arrived.
DELAWARE
Thought you didn't have a lawyer?
BLAZE
So did I?
MAVERICK
Come in then.
The cop opens the door and Kyle Getz enters.
BLAZE
Kyle! Oh god, as if things
couldn't get worse!
KYLE
I'm Mr. Blaze's lawyer, Kyle
Getz.
(Looks scornfully at the
lawyer)
You can get rid of this man now,
I'm here to represent Mr. Blaze.
DELAWARE
(To Maverick)
Is this allowed?
MAVERICK
I think so.
LAWYER
Ahh, good luck in yer case then,
Mistah.
The lawyer stumbles off.
KYLE
I'd like a few minutes to speak
in private with my client before
we go any further, he is allowed
this isn't he?
MAVERICK
Very well then. You have five
minutes. Come on, Duncan, let's
grab a coffee.
The two cops get up to leave.
KYLE
Wait aren't you forgetting
something.
DELAWARE
What?
Kyle points to the recorder, which is still recording.
Delaware gives him a look - annoyed at being rumbled, he
leans over and turns it off.
DELAWARE (CONT'D)
Happy?
KYLE
(Smarmy grin)
Yep.
The detectives and the uniform exit.
BLAZE
What the hell are you doing here,
Kyle, you're not my lawyer!
KYLE
I am now.
BLAZE
I'd rather have that fucked up
old fart than you!
KYLE
You really aren't very grateful
are you? I could end up saving
your ass.
BLAZE
Why are you even here? Trying to
get in Jesse's good books?
KYLE
No, I'm just doing it as a favour
to her. And also, I like a
challenge.
Blaze softens.
BLAZE
I'm fucked aren't I?
KYLE
Well...
BLAZE
I didn't fucking do it though!
This whole situation it's insane!
Friday night I went for a jog and
went straight to bed!
KYLE
They have it on CCTV someone who
looks like you going to
Southgate's apartment with a
gun...
BLAZE
I know! Looks like me!
KYLE
Well cops like easy arrests, so
looks like you is perhaps good
enough.
BLAZE
This is madness. I promise you
Kyle I didn't do this! What
motive would I have!? I've never
met Aaron Southgate...
KYLE
Al.
BLAZE
Al Southgate before...or his
dad...
KYLE
Perhaps you'd be better off in a
cell you know. Dwight Southgate,
his father, is a known crimelord,
in fact he probably has a
reasonable of this station on his
paylist. You may never be safe
again.
Blaze puts his head in his hands.
BLAZE
BUT I DIDN'T DO IT! I REALLY
DIDN'T, KYLE!
Blaze stands up.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
THIS IS ALL BULLSHIT I FUCKING
DIDN'T! I FUCKING DIDN'T!
UNIFORM COP (O.S.)
QUIETEN DOWN IN THERE!
KYLE
You shouldn't be listening in!
UNIFORM COP (O.S.)
I can hear that damned cat from
the other end of the hall.
BLAZE
What the hell do I do then?
KYLE
Guess you just better keep quiet
for this interview. Don't answer
anything they say. Give me some
time to work this out.
BLAZE
Why are you doing this, Kyle? Is
it just to rub in my face the
fact that you are indeed better
than me at everything?
KYLE
No it's not! What the hell goes
on in that stupid head of yours?
Why do you always think that
everyone has an ulterior motive
or is out to get you! I've known
junkies less paranoid than you!
BLAZE
Go fuck Jesse.
KYLE
This thing with me and Jesse! Yes
we went out but it was years ago!
We no longer have feelings for
each other! I'm no threat.
BLAZE
(Angry)
I don't see you as a threat.
KYLE
Well you obviously do or else you
wouldn't get so wound up about
things.
BLAZE
I have a good mind to...
KYLE
A good mind to do what?
(Pathetic voice)
Beat you until your black and
blue...piss on you...
BLAZE
You smarmy...
Blaze is about to lunge for him but stops himself.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
Grr...
KYLE
Well that's a first. You actually
managed to control yourself.
BLAZE
Don't push me.
KYLE
Or what? You're gonna beat up the
only person who could perhaps
save you...
BLAZE
There are better lawyers than you
around, Kyle.
KYLE
Yeah but you couldn't afford any
of them.
BLAZE
How's Jesse?
KYLE
Distraught.
BLAZE
Badly?
KYLE
(Nods)
Badly.
BLAZE
Ah shit.
KYLE
Well her boyfriend she loves has
just been accused of murder.
BLAZE
A murder I didn't commit.
KYLE
(Sighs)
As you keep saying.
BLAZE
How the hell do I get out of
this! I've got a title shot in
two weeks! No way would I commit
a murder that would jepordize it!
Boxing's the only fucking thing
I'm good at!
KYLE
I know that.
The door bursts open, Kyle turns round angrily as Delaware,
Maverick and two uniform cops enter.
KYLE (CONT'D)
I believe it hasn't been five
minutes yet?
Maverick has a big, shiteating grin on his face and holds a
cellophane bag in front of him.
Inside it is a handgun.
MAVERICK
This was found in your house, Mr.
Blaze, and we've just checked it
and it is indeed the murder
weapon. Also it's covered with
your fingerprints.
BLAZE
RUBBISH! IT'S BEEN PLANTED! I'VE
NEVER FIRED A GUN IN MY LIFE!
DELAWARE
On the same night that Al
Southgate was killed a small
gunshop nearby was broken into.
We found your fingerprints there
as well.
ANGLE ON
Blaze - absolutley flabbergasted.
INT. CELL - DAY
A small, temporary holding cell, only contents are a bench
and a cot.
Blaze sits on the bench looking down.
His cellmate, BRENT, a burly man of about twenty or so
slouches in the cot.
BRENT
Don't say alot do ya?
BLAZE
Sorry, just got stuff on my mind.
BRENT
What you in for then?
BLAZE
Murder. You?
BRENT
(Shocked; trying to
pretend he isn't)
Err...being drunk and disorderly,
I punched some guy out who was
making rude jokes bout my girl at
the local.
BLAZE
I see.
A long pause.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
I didn't actually do it.
BRENT
Do what?
BLAZE
Murder someone.
BRENT
(Doesn't really believe)
Oh right.
BLAZE
I didn't honest.
BRENT
Well what happened?
BLAZE
Woke up this morning all bright
and happy, next thing I knew
there were three police cars
outside and they dragged me in
here, telling me I was being
brought in for
questioning...suspected murder.
BRENT
So they haven't found you guilty?
BLAZE
Well they have my fingerprints on
a gun that I used to shoot the
guy and..
(growls)
...ahh, This is so shit...
BRENT
Well yeah.
BLAZE
Must have been short of cell
space to put a "murderer" or
whatever they think I am in the
same cell as someone.
BRENT
(Uneasy)
Must be.
CUT TO:
INT. SOUTHGATE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
DWIGHT SOUTHGATE sits in an armchair in his very well
decorated, very plush living room. He is the father of the
deceased, Al, and he's not a very nice man. In fact he is a
big time crimelord as we've heard.
He wears a crisp white suit and a black tie (as he's in
mourning).
A radio plays some country and western music.
His right hand man, JOSS, a stocky, curly black haired man
enters with a glass of whiskey.
JOSS
Here you go.
SOUTHGATE
(Dry)
Thanks.
The phone by Southgate rings. He jumps up to answer it,
suddenly excited.
SOUTHGATE
Dwight Southgate speaking.
VOICE (V.O.)
Suspects been brought in for
questioning. Murder weapon has
been found with his fingerprints
so we're ninety-nine percent sure
it's him.
Southgate smiles.
SOUTHGATE
I see. Who is he?
VOICE (V.O.)
Some twenty year old, name of
Johnny Blaze.
SOUTHGATE
Never heard of him before.
VOICE (V.O.)
Well he could be a hitman or
something. But they're gonna
bring him down. Looks like he's
gonna be inside.
SOUTHGATE
I don't want him inside. I want
him dead.
VOICE (V.O.)
Well he's in one of the temporary
holding cells at the station at
the minute.
SOUTHGATE
Very well. Any motive for the
crime?
VOICE (V.O.)
None it seems at the moment.
SOUTHGATE
Very well. Thank you. Get a look
at some of the files admin will
have on him. Next of kin,
partners, etc.
VOICE (V.O.)
Sure.
Southgate hangs up, looks up to Joss.
SOUTHGATE (CONT'D)
They've found him.
JOSS
Who was it?
SOUTHGATE
Some guy called Blaze or
something. Don't know who he is
at all. But I want him dead.
JOSS
How are we gonna go about it?
SOUTHGATE
Colt.
JOSS
(Shocked)
John Colt?
SOUTHGATE
Find me his telephone number.
JOSS
Right away.
Joss hurries off, leaving Southgate alone.
SOUTHGATE
(Pondering)
Blaze...Johnny Blaze.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAR PARK - DAY
As JOHN COLT crosses a large, busy car park.
He's an absolute badass. A six foot four, two hundred and
ninety pound (of muscle) giant clad in a leather jacket and
aviators. Perhaps the closest a human will ever get to
being The Terminator.
He carries a bag of groceries in his hand.
His mobile phone rings. When he opens his mouth to talk we
notice all his teeth are gold.
COLT
(Answering)
Yes?
SOUTHGATE (V.O.)
Hello, Mr. Colt.
COLT
Southgate, that you?
SOUTHGATE (V.O.)
Who else could it be!
COLT
I heard about your boy. I'm
sorry.
SOUTHGATE (V.O.)
They've caught someone.
COLT
The killer?
SOUTHGATE (V.O.)
Seems like it.
COLT
Who is he working for?
SOUTHGATE (V.O.)
I don't know. A young kid. Seems
to have nothing to do with me.
COLT
I take it you want him gone?
SOUTHGATE (V.O.)
He's in one of the temporary
cells at the station. Reckon you
could pull it off?
COLT
I've got contacts there. I'm sure
one of them would turn a blind
eye long enough for me to do the
dirty and get outa there.
SOUTHGATE (V.O.)
I leave it in your hands.
Colt hangs up and heads over to his vehicle, a big black
sportscar.
ANGLE ON
The car window, a big gun shaped form lies under a blue
blanket.
FADE TO:
INT. CELL - DAY
Brent and Blaze talking.
BRENT
Sounds like you were framed, man.
BLAZE
Perhaps.
BRENT
What you gonna do about it?
BLAZE
What do you mean?
BRENT
Well if you didn't commit the
crime then you gota do something
about it.
BLAZE
What is there I can do? I got a
lawyer, I've told everyone
several times that I didn't do
it. I'm pretty much fucked!
BRENT
You don't seem the type to just
sit down and let yourself get
fucked over.
BLAZE
True.
Two uniformed cops appear at the cell door.
UNIFORM COP
Alright, Brent, time to get out
of here.
UNIFORM COP 2
You're becoming a regular round
here.
BRENT
Alright guys.
(Leans over to Blaze)
I cause a distraction...you do
what you think is best...
BLAZE
You sure?
BRENT
Course.
Brent stands up.
BRENT (CONT'D)
Goodbye, cellmate and good luck.
UNIFORM COP
Hope you weren't bothered by him
at all?
BRENT
Not at all.
The cops unlock the cell door and it swings open, they hold
their batons at the ready as they help Brent out.
Everything seems fine, then Brent "loses his footing" and
stumbles into the two officers.
BRENT
Oh shit sorry officers.
Brent stumbles again, this time taking them both to the
ground.
BLAZE SEIZES HIS CHANCE AND TEARS OUT OF THE CELL.
UNIFORM COP
SHIT! SHIT!
INT. CELL CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Blaze races down a long cell corridor, while behind him the
cops get their bearings.
The prisoners in the cells cheer.
UNIFORM COP
(Shouting into radio)
ESCAPEE IN THE CELL BLOCKS!
The two chase after him.
BRENT
Run forrest, run!
INT. OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
A large police station administration officers, full of
officers lazing about, drinking coffee, typing at computers
and talking.
Suddenly Blaze leaps into view from a hatch.
RANDOM DETECTIVE
Stop him!
A few officers get in Blaze's way, but he is able to dodge
them, another comes at him with a baton - swings - Blaze
ducks, takes the man by the waist and knocks him off his
balance.
Two more officers come running at him, Blaze takes them
both down with a brutal double punch.
CUT TO:
INT. RECEPTION - DAY
The police station reception.
A bored desk sergeant sits there.
Colt enters.
DESK SERGEANT
Afternoon.
COLT
Hello there, I was wondering if I
could get a...
A set of double doors to the right smashes open and Blaze
comes running out. He jumps over a seating area, and
hurries to the main doors.
COLT (CONT'D)
What in god's name?
DESK SERGEANT
My god! That's the guy they
brought in for that young
Southgate kid's murder! He's got
free!
COLT
What!
Colt spins and goes racing outside.
DESK SERGEANT
What is up with everyone today!?
CUT TO:
EXT. POLICE STATION - CONTINUOUS
Blaze runs free of the station, leaping high over a set of
stairs.
A police car is parked directly outside and an officer is
just getting.
OFFICER
Hey what's going on?
Blaze has no time to explain, he runs at the officer.
OFFICER (CONT'D)
Wow!
BLAZE
Sorry.
Blaze headbutts him, then hurls him out of his way.
BLAZE'S P.O.V
He takes a look over his shoulder and sees Colt running
out, pulling a revolver from his jacket.
BACK TO SCENE
Blaze dives into the car as BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Colt opens
fire.
The bullets hit the roof of the vehicle and richocet
everywhere. Colt tries to fire again but a swarm of
policeman come rolling out of the station and he is lost in
their midst.
The police car that Blaze has commadeered races off into
the road ahead.
Maverick and Delaware are among some of the officers.
MAVERICK
As if he managed to get out!
(To some officers)
You lot, give chase.
(To some others)
Get a list of possible friends or
family he might get to as a
safehouse.
Delaware starts to head inside.
MAVERICK (CONT'D)
Where you going?
DELAWARE
I'll help some of the guys out,
most of them don't know how to
use the database for shit.
As everyone goes their separate ways we see a black
sportscar pull out along with the police cars and jet off
down the road.
CUT TO:
INT. SOUTHGATE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Southgate sits in his armchair, looking sad and perplexed.
The phone rings.
SOUTHGATE
Dwight Southgate speaking.
VOICE (V.O.)
It's me.
SOUTHGATE
What's happened?
VOICE (V.O.)
He's broke free.
SOUTHGATE
He's what!
VOICE (V.O.)
Some rookies went down to get his
cellmate out and somehow he
managed to bust free.
SOUTHGATE
What! He got out of a busy,
packed police station?
VOICE (V.O.)
Never seen anyone run so fast.
SOUTHGATE
I had sent Colt to get him.
VOICE (V.O.)
Didn't see Colt about, but he's
escaped in a police car and some
are giving chase but he's had
quite a headstart.
SOUTHGATE
Quite the character this "Blaze".
VOICE (V.O.)
I got a list of next of kin. He's
an orphan so no real family. But
he's got a girlfriend a Jessica
Roscoe who lives at number
sixteen in the Weston Apartments
on Maine Street.
SOUTHGATE
Right.
VOICE (V.O.)
And closest friend Matt Marlowe
who has a flower business up on
Regal Road. He's not much more
than a kid running scared. Likely
to go to one of those.
SOUTHGATE
Thanks. I'll pass them onto Colt.
VOICE (V.O.)
Alright then.
Southgate hangs up.
CUT TO:
EXT. MOTORWAY - DAY
A large motorway leading toward the city. Blaze's police
car comes flying out of a slip road and straight into the
busy road ahead.
Three police cars are right on his tail, sirens wailing
violently.
INT. POLICE CRUISER - CONTINUOUS
With Blaze, as he looks behind his shoulder nervously at
the following cars.
BLAZE
Oh shit...shit...shit...
Blaze looks up, and just manages to avoid hitting the back
of a jeep in front.
EXT. MOTORWAY - CONTINUOUS
Blaze swerves into another lane, this time cutting up a car
behind him.
The driver hits his horn.
INT. POLICE CRUISER - CONTINUOUS
BLAZE
FUCK OFF CUNT!
INT. MOTORWAY - CONTINUOUS
Blaze drives onto the hard shoulder, using it as an
overtaking lane - the cruiser can really rack up some
speed.
The other police cars are having trouble catching him, two
of them try to fit on the hard shoulder and once, and this
ends in disaster as on of the cars rubs right up against a
big rig, causing a brutal load of sparks.
The other car is being scraped up against the edge of the
motorway barriers and has to break.
It breaks sharply and the other police car has no time to
stop and goes straight into the back of it.
INT. POLICE CRUISER - CONTINUOUS
Blaze checks in his wing mirror.
BLAZE
Cops just as stupid as they are
in the movies.
FADE TO:
INT. FLORISTS - DAY
As Blaze bursts in. The shop is strangely empty, and a
smashed vase lies on the floor.
BLAZE
Matt? Matt? It's me!
A SSSSH noise is heard from the back room and Matt comes
through, looking a bit worse for wear.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
You allright mate?
MATT
Johnny! Yeah I'm
fine...just...err...fell over and
knocked that vase down. What the
hell's been happening? Police
must be everywhere looking for
you? Some of them showed up here
earlier and poked around the
place.
(Pause)
Thought I was concealing you.
After he says this he tries to mouth something to Blaze,
but Blaze is far too worked up to notice.
BLAZE
I don't fucking know!
Everything's gone nuts! I didn't
kill anyone you know I wouldn't!
You must do! I didn't know where
to come...figured you'd be the
only one to believe me...this is
whack, Matt...
Matt is desperatley trying to mouth something to him.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
What? I can't hear you? Someone
fired a gun at me earlier and I
think the noise has deafened me a
bit! There's some guy been
chasing me, big guy...
Matt waves his arms around wildly.
MATT
HE'S FUCKING HERE! THERE'S...
BOOMF! Suddenly the door to the backroom becomes peppered
with shot and Matt's hip explodes with blood, ripped to
shreds by shotgun buckshot. Matt collapses into a bundle on
the floor.
BLAZE
MAAAAAAAAAATT!
The chit-chit of a shotgun being pumped can be heard from
the back room.
Blaze dives behind a flower exhibit as BOOMF the floor
where he was standing explodes with rubble.
The back room door is thrown completely of its hinges as
Colt comes SMASHING through, like a wild bull, spas-12
shotgun in hand.
COLT
Here's Johnny.
BLAZE
'The fuck are you? You fucking
shot, Matt...
(Rest of what he says is
unintelligible due to
his fear)
...mfhmff...
COLT
Name's Colt. John Colt. But I
guess you could call me Satan coz
I'm gonna send you right to hell.
Bad move killing the boss's son
you know.
BLAZE
Well if I'm gonna die, I don't
want it to be from the business
end of a shotgun.
COLT
Well that's how it's gonna be.
Blaze leans back and pistons the exhibit stand forward with
his two muscular legs, sending the wooden set of shelves
right onto Colt.
Using this as an advantage he dashes forward, grabbing hold
of one of Colt's tree-trunk arms and attacking it
viciously, somehow he is able to wrench the shotgun free
and it goes skittering across the floor.
COLT (CONT'D)
Fine then. Have it your way.
Blaze hits him in the face with a vicious melee of punches.
Colt just laughs and opens his mouth in a smile - showing
his glittering gold teeth in the process.
He takes off his sunglasses and sets them down on a table
nearby, while he is being punched! This reveals his eyes,
one of them is fairly normal - an icy blue eye but the
other is a weird, fake glass eye and whenever he moves the
black dot that represents a pupil seems to go in another
direction.
COLT (CONT'D)
Would hate for you to ruin these
aviators, very expensive you
know.
Blaze hits him in the stomach with a right jab then drives
an elbow into his chest.
BLAZE
I'm gonna fucking rip you to
pieces you big cunt, and then I'm
gonna tear your head off and piss
down your rotten throat.
COLT
(Grinning stupidly)
A likely story.
Colt punches Blaze in the face, sending him to the ground
just like that, he makes a move toward the gun but Blaze
anticipates and sweep kicks him, somehow staggering the
monster.
He launches a kick into Colt's right knee and this brings
the big man down and Blaze is on top of him like a ravenous
tiger, ripping at him with his hands - headbutting, biting,
kicking, punching - doing anything to prevent Colt from
fighting back and stop him.
This isn't some ponsy Hollywood fight this is as real and
gritty as it gets. Each punch lands with a nasty crackle.
Matt looks up at them, lying helplessly.
MATT
(weakly)
Come on, Johnny...you've taken
bigger guys...
ANGLE ON
Colt - grinning wildly, even though punch after punch is
hitting him. One punch hits his nose - squashing it like a
tomato, but still he smiles. His glass eye rolling all
sorts of directions.
BACK TO SCENE
Blaze begins to tire, lets down his assault of punches for
a second and this gives Colt his advantage, he wraps one
huge hand around Blaze's throat and slams him to the
ground.
COLT
Barely tickled me, little guy.
Colt stands up, picking Blaze up by the throat, strangling
the life of out of him.
ANGLE ON
Blaze, eyes almost popping out on storks, veins sticking
out on end, saliva running from his mouth. Desperately
trying to breath but having no success at all.
BACK TO SCENE
Matt weakly tries to kick Colt, anything to try and stop
him. But it's barely more than a tap.
Colt turns to Matt, and grins his gold toothed grin.
COLT
Not dead yet? Shame. I'm gonna
make sure you are after I've
disposed of this.
Blaze seizes the moment and sends his finger into Colt's
one good eye. Colt roars with anger and pain like an
injured grizzly bear and Blaze kicks him in the groin -
again and again and again.
Colt lets go of Blaze who falls to the ground with a BANG.
But barely feels it due to adrenaline.
MATT
I...I always told you to watch
your anger...but don't this time,
don't...man, go fucking
wild...wild...fucking wild!
Blaze roars with anger and adrenaline takes him over
completely morphing him into a madman - he leaps forward
and sends punch after punch into Colt's groin, absolutely
tearing into it. Knowing it's the best way to bring a
stronger opponent down.
BLAZE
First time in a while I've
strayed from the Queensbury
rules.
Colt can't take the pain, it's mindnumbing even for him, he
swings at Blaze, landing a devastating punch to the jaw but
Blaze continues the onslaught of blows.
COLT
RAAAAAAAARGH!
Colt picks Blaze up and throws him across the room.
But unfortunately for him Blaze lands right next to the
shotgun.
ANGLE ON
Colt - realizing - oh shit!
BACK TO SCENE
Colt charges at Blaze, but our hero scoops up the weapon -
CHIT-CHIT - pumps it - and fires - the kick sending him
reeling backward.
Colt's knee disappears in a red explosion and he crumbles
to the ground.
Blaze charges him, smashing the butt of the gun into his
chin.
BLAZE
Oh I'm gonna have some fun with
you, you big cunt.
Blaze smashes him atop the head with the shotgun, then in
the cheek.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
I didn't even kill that guy, I
take it you've been sent to get
me cos of it? Well I've never
seen him before in my life. So
you can just fuck off! I've been
framed! Whatever anyone says I
didn't do it! I swear I didn't do
it!
Hits him again.
BLAZE (CONT'D)
You can fuck right off! Going
around fucking killing people and
acting all big and hard with your
tacky fake gold teeth and your
stupid eye. You shot my best
mate! You try and shoot me! Chase
me! Make me panic! Make me almost
piss myself from fear. Well you
can go fuck yourself you absolute
arsehole.
COLT
Oh, you're making me so angry.
BLAZE
(In his face)
Oh am I really? Well I'm angry
too, in fact I'm furious, and
you're gonna regret the day you
messed with Johnny fucking Blaze.
You cheesy, shining-quoting
bastard.
Colt grabs hold of Blaze's waist and drags him down.
COLT
Got'cha.
(Manages a grin)
The two struggle on the floor, although in pain Colt
overpowers Blaze and grabs him by the side of the head -
cracking his skull into the desk - again and again - Blaze
fights back - grabs the back of Colt's skull -
ANGLE ON
A large, sharp ended wooden stick that has a piece of Ivy
growing up it as suddenly there's a hideous crack and we
find that COLT'S SKULL HAS JUST BEEN DRIVEN RIGHT THROUGH
IT! Killing him instantly needless to say.
ECU ON
Colt's fake eye, as it stares up at the sky. Blankly.
BACK TO SCENE
Blaze lies back - hurt, tired but still pumping with
adrenaline.
He takes a look at Matt - he's bleeding pretty bad.
BLAZE
Dude! Are you alright?
MATT
I dunno, man...but boy you showed
him...
BLAZE
I shouldn't have come
here...I..I...
MATT
He was here before you, man, you
didn't lead him here or anything.
BLAZE
I didn't kill that guy! You gota
believe me!
MATT
I do of course I do.
Matt coughs blood.
MATT (CONT'D)
Oh shit that ain't good.
Blaze is close to tears.
SIRENS can be heard in the distance.
MATT (CONT'D)
Shit someone musta called cops,
get outa here man, they'll treat
me when they get here...
BLAZE
I can't leave you...
MATT
Dude you gotta get away...you
can't let em lock you up...
BLAZE
I dunno where to go to man! I'm
out of ideas.
Matt takes out a key.
MATT
My house key.
BLAZE
Your house? But it'll be obvious
I might go there...they'll track
me down.
MATT
Nah...my sister has flat on
Crescent street...n...number
twenty in the Avery apartments
there...she's in Australia for
the next three weeks so I'm
keeping an eye on it...stay there
for a bit...make a plan of what
to do.....her keys are on that
rack by the kettle...
BLAZE
Dude...you're always there for
me...
MATT
Right back at'cha.
BLAZE
I love you, man.
MATT
I love you too.
BLAZE
But...not in that way.
MATT
But...not in that way.
They both laugh...Matt Coughs blood. The sirens are really
close now.
MATT
Get out the back way. Go through
the alleyways.
Matt passes out.
ANGLE ON
Blaze, as he stands to go...a tear in his eye.
ECU ON
Colt's creepy fake eye as it still looks up to the heavens.
FADE TO:
INT. APARTMENT - EVENING
Blaze sits inside a scruffy apartment in a rough side of
the city.
He holds a half-full bottle of J.D in his hand.
ANGLE ON
His face...we can see that he's crying. And who can blame
him?
CUT TO:
INT. JESSE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Jesse sits by herself in her apartment. Crying her eyes
out. She is holding a picture of her and Blaze in happier
times.
In her other hand is a cigarette which she is constantly
taking big tokes off.
A buzzing noise on the intercom machine near her startles
her. She presses a button.
JESSE
Yes?
KYLE (V.O)
Jesse! It's me!
JESSE
Oh Kyle! Thank god. I need you so
much right now.
KYLE (V.O.)
Can you buzz me in then?
JESSE
Course.
Jesse presses a button by the intercom. She reaches over to
a bottle of sherry and with a shaking hand pours herself a
glass of it.
She gulps down the goblet of drink like it was nothing and
pours herself another.
There's a knock on the door, she quickly finishes the drink
and walks over to unlock it - a bit unsteady due to the
drink.
She opens it and Kyle is standing there, she immediately
falls into his arms, sobbing hysterically.
KYLE
(Comforting)
Ssh...ssh...
He closes the door and locks it and helps her over to the
sofa.
KYLE (CONT'D)
You smell of alcohol, I hope you
haven't been drinking too much?
JESSE
N...no...just a glass or two of
sherry.
KYLE
Looks like a glass too many for
me.
JESSE
Oh god, Kyle! I can't believe all
of this...any news? Have they
caught him?
KYLE
No it seems like he's gotten away
for the time being. Whether he's
still in the city or not is
anyone's guess. Has he tried to
contact you?
JESSE
No. Police have tapped the
phonelines anyway and there's a
car outside.
KYLE
Ah yeah I thought I saw some non
uniforms out there. So
conspicuous no matter how hard
they try.
JESSE
Oh...Kyle...why Did he have to do
this...why! Why couldn't I just
be with a normal guy? Why do I
have to end up with a
homicidal...
(Starts crying)
Arggh...
Kyle comforts her.
KYLE
Mind if I get a beer? Been a long
day.
JESSE
S...sure...fridge is full of
Buds...
(Starts crying again)
...Johnny's Favourite.
Kyle crosses the room to the kitchen.
KYLE
You know what I find baffling?
JESSE
What? The fact that he did it?
KYLE
No the fact that you, his
girlfriend of over a year,
believes that he did it.
JESSE
Oh come on, Kyle, you for one
know that he has one hell of a
temper. Sure in many aspects he
was a nice guy, but...
KYLE
It just doesn't add up. He had
never met Al Southgate before.
Why would he buy a gun and shoot
someone he's never met before?
JESSE
I don't know. Perhaps they had an
argument or something, Johnny got
angry...you know what he's like.
KYLE
Since when has Johnny carried a
gun around?
JESSE
God knows.
KYLE
Been talking to the police
they're kind of impressed with
him.
JESSE
Impressed!? He's a murderer!
KYLE
Yes but the guy who was found
dead in Matt's shop, his name is
John Colt. He was an enforcer for
Dwight Southgate. Ex cage fighter
and royal marine. Said to be
almost unstoppable.
JESSE
Well if there's one thing
Johnny's good at then it's
fighting.
KYLE
I just don't think he killed him,
Jesse.
JESSE
Oh he did let's just face it!
Someone probably offered him some
money for it and he went out
there and did it. You know what
he's like! Anything for a few
quid!
KYLE
Well Dwight Southgate has a lot
of enemies most of them would
probably want to get at him
through killing his son, would
probably cause him more pain than
if they killed him, himself.
JESSE
Kyle! Stop it! There's CCTV
footage of Johnny with the gun
about to shoot him! What more do
you need!?
KYLE
True...true...ahh...his
fingerprints are also all over
the gun in question but...still.
Ah, perhaps I just want him to
innocent and I'm praying for hope
that he is.
JESSE
Why are you so worked up about it
anyway? You two hate each other.
KYLE
Correction: he hates me.
JESSE
Exactly for no reason. Just
because he's jealous!
(Pause)
Grr...I hate him! I hate him! All
he does is make me upset and
bring me misery! Now look at what
he's done! My life will never be
the same again! I went out with a
killer...I loved a
killer...gaaah...
Kyle hugs her, there's still a bit of passion in that hug
you can tell.
JESSE (CONT'D)
Oh pour me another drink, Kyle,
please.
KYLE
I think you've had enough.
JESSE
Stop being such a goody-two-shoes
for fuck's sake.
Kyle reacts - slightly annoyed.
KYLE
Fine.
Kyle moves over to make her a drink.
JESSE
Do you reckon they'll catch him?
KYLE
Well I would imagine so. He's
done well to keep himself hidden
these last few hours. The police
are waiting by Matt's bedside for
him to wake up. They think that
he knows where he's hiding or
going to.
JESSE
How is Matt doing?
KYLE
Well his left hip bone's
completely shattered but they
think he'll make it. Lost a hell
of a lot of blood though.
JESSE
I like Matt I hope he'll be okay!
KYLE
To be honest if Blaze was gonna
murder anyone he'd tell Matt and
Matt probably would stop him.
He's got a wise head on his
shoulders.
JESSE
Oh let's just stop talking about
Johnny. He's been weird last few
days.
KYLE
Weird?
JESSE
I dunno quiet and moody.
Apparently he fell asleep at
training the other day. Mr.
Balboa was furious.
KYLE
Asleep at training, doesn't sound
like him.
JESSE
Ever since thursday night he's
just been weird.
KYLE
Thursday night?
JESSE
When we went to see that
hypnotist.
KYLE
Oh right yeah.
Kyle brings her her drink and sits down on the sofa.
JESSE
He liked the show so much he even
went to see the guy afterward to
see if he could hypnotize him to
train better.
KYLE
Ah yeah I know. I was there,
Jesse.
JESSE
Of course, yeah.
KYLE
Did he actually do it?
JESSE
I think so. It's almost as if the
guy hypnotized him into being a
complete dick.
Jesse laughs a little. Kyle smiles.
KYLE
Yeah.
(After a second)
Wait a second. Hypnotism...
Kyle becomes lost in thought.
JESSE
What? What is it?
Kyle stands up, puts his jacket out.
JESSE (CONT'D)
Kyle?
KYLE
Sorry, Jess, I gota go.
JESSE
No please...please...stay...I'd
like to spend the night with you.
Kyle looks at her sternly.
KYLE
You have a boyfriend, Jesse.
JESSE
Not anymore I don't! He's a
murderer!
KYLE
He may not be.
And with that Kyle is gone - racing toward the door.
JESSE
Kyle! What are you doing!
The door slams shut and Jesse is left on her own.
JESSE (CONT'D)
Guys.
(Sighs; looks at sherry
bottle)
Well you'll always be my friend.
As she reaches for the bottle we..
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
INT. KYLE'S RANGE ROVER - NIGHT
Kyle drives through the city, on his mobile phone.
KYLE
Hello is this the university Ah
hello there, my name's Kyle Getz.
I was wondering if I could be put
through to the events manager?
Ah they're at home...well is
there anyway you could put me
through to their home number?
Yes, it's urgent...thank you.
Kyle waits.
KYLE (CONT'D)
Hello there! My name's Kyle
Getz...yes I know it's late and
I'm sorry, you put on a show for
Sam Storm hypnotist? Yes...very
good show I went to...was
wondering if I could perhaps have
his contact details? Number he
gave doesn't work? Oh I'm sorry
to hear that, do you know if Sam
Storm is a stage name? Ah well
thank you for your time. Have a
good night.
Kyle hangs up and puts his phone away, he rolls down the
window for some fresh air.
KYLE
Dammit. How the hell can he be
tracked.
Kyle slows down by a pedestrian crossing as some people
cross, as they do he remains deep in thought.
A rather butch looking transvestite is the last to cross.
Kyle looks at her(him) absently.
Then suddenly.
KYLE
GAY!
The window is still open and the butch transvestite hears.
BUTCH TRANSVESTITE
What? What was that?
Kyle accelerates, leaving the transvestite standing there
waving their fist.
He picks up his phone and dials a number.
KYLE
Hello can you put me through to
sergeant Dennis Rock please? Kyle
Getz. I'm a lawyer. Friend of his
yeah.
A deep voice answers.
DENNIS (V.O.)
Evening.
KYLE
Alright Dennis it's Kyle.
DENNIS (V.O.)
Jeez, Kyle, it's ten o'clock
thought you'd be in bed by now.
KYLE
You funny man. If I gave you a
registration plate number could
you find who it's registered to?
DENNIS (V.O.)
Sure. May take a minute or two,
database is working pretty slow
at the moment.
KYLE
That's fine.
(Thinks)
It's L922 G - A - Y.
DENNIS (V.O.)
Gay?
KYLE
Yep gay.
DENNIS (V.O.)
Alright then, be with you in a
sec just gotta tap it in.
KYLE
Fine.
DENNIS (V.O.)
Right I got it.
KYLE
Already?
DENNIS (V.O.)
Yeah it's registered to a Mr R.
Stormberg.
KYLE
Perfect. Could you get me some
information on him?
DENNIS (V.O.)
Real name Robin Stormberg. Born
fifth of May ninety fifty four.
Interesting bit of information
here, and in fact I remember this
case, Stormberg's son, Luthor was
a bit of a badboy. Got himself in
debt with some wrong people ended
up shot dead. Stormberg ran
around accusing Dwight Southgate
of it.
KYLE
The property tycoon?
DENNIS (V.O.)
Well so-called property tycoon,
we all know he's a drugs and arms
runner but he's got half the city
in his back pocket. Anyway
Stormberg brings him to court but
of course the judge is crooked
and taking a chunk out of
Southgate's account himself so
the court case was dismissed and
Southgate was reported to have
said that he and Stormberg sorted
their differences out outside of
the court.
Kyle looks shocked.
KYLE
So what you're saying is
Southgate probably killed his
son?
DENNIS (V.O.)
Pretty much. Although you don't
wanna be getting on the wrong
side of Dwight Southgate if
that's what you try'na do.
KYLE
No pathetic crook scares me.
DENNIS (V.O.)
He would if he got ya.
KYLE
I'm gonna need an address for
him.
DENNIS (V.O.)