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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.)
                         Lives in Winchester, a town just
                         outside of the city. Says here
                         he's a professional hypnotist and
                         illuisonist.

                                   KYLE
                         Oh he's that alright. House
                         address?

                                   DENNIS (V.O.)
                         Number ninety Primrose drive. Now
                         can I get back to work?

                                   KYLE
                         Well you can get back to your
                         doughnuts and coffee.

               Dennis laughs.

                                   DENNIS (V.O.)
                         Kyle has anyone ever told you
                         that you're a smarmy cunt?

                                   KYLE
                         Never. See ya.

               Kyle hangs up, he raises his brows and continues driving.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

               Blaze is passed out next to an empty bottle of whiskey. He
               looks a mess. He hasn't been asleep long and we can see
               that tears are still on his cheeks.

                                                             FADE TO:



               EXT. PRIMROSE DRIVE - NIGHT

               A long drive of houses in a sleep town on the city
               outskirts.

               Kyle's range rover appears and slides into a parking space
               between two other vehicles on the pavement side.

               Kyle exits the vehicle and walks down the pavement checking
               the house numbers "86...88...90".

                                                              CUT TO:
               FADE IN:



               ANGLE ON

               The peaceful, sleeping face of Matt.

               PULL BACK TO REVEAL:



               INT. PRIVATE WARD - NIGHT

               Matt lies asleep in a small, very clean looking private
               hospital ward. He is attached to an IV drip, and we can see
               a large bundle underneath the covers where his right hip is
               - indicating a cast or something.

               A pretty young NURSE enters. She checks on Matt, checking
               the machine he's wired up to. After she decides that
               everything is fine, she heads over to the blinds and opens
               them a crack.

               A few rays of golden morning sunshine hits Matt's bed.

               ANGLE ON

               Matt, still sleeping, a ray of sunlight shines down on his
               closed eyelids, for a second his eye opens - but falls back
               down a second later, far too quick to notice.

               BACK TO SCENE

               The Nurse is just crossing to the door when suddenly Matt
               makes a mummer.

               She jumps, startled.

                                   NURSE
                         Mr. Marlowe?

               Matt weakly tries to sit up. She hurries over to adjust his
               pillow so that he can sit up.

                                   MATT
                         Ugh...

                                   NURSE
                         Mr. Marlowe! How are you feeling?

                                   MATT
                         Agh...my...head...

                                   NURSE
                         I'll get you something for that.
                         Are you comfortable?

                                   MATT
                         Y...yeah, my hip...

                                   NURSE
                         Your hip will be fine, Mr.
                         Marlowe, it's been operated on.

                                   MATT
                         H...how long have I been out for?

                                   NURSE
                         Since yesterday afternoon.

               Matt suddenly sits bolt upright.

                                   MATT
                         Johnny!

                                   NURSE
                         Mr. Marlowe please don't over
                         exert yourself!

                                   MATT
                         What's happened to Johnny? Is he
                         alright? They found him?

                                   NURSE
                         Please relax, Mr. Marlowe.

                                   MATT
                         It's Matt. Is he alright?

                                   NURSE
                         If you mean your friend then I
                         believe he's still at loose.
                         Anyway, I'm just going to get you
                         something for that headache. Will
                         you be alright for a few minutes?
                         Can I fetch you anything to eat?

                                   MATT
                         I'll be fine.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. OFFICE - NIGHT

               We find ourselves back in the police office that Blaze ran
               through earlier.

               It's quite late and cops who are doing night shifts are
               stumbling around like zombies, a large queue has formed at
               the coffee machine.

               Follow Maverick and a young rookie cop, Dulfont as they
               move through the office toward Maverick's death.

                                   MAVERICK
                         You new here then?

                                   DULFONT
                         Yeah first day, sir.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Straight outa the academy hey?
                         How come you've arrived for a
                         night shift?

                                   DULFONT
                         Yessir. Superiors said I'd get a
                         better taste of the city and the
                         crime rates.

                                   MAVERICK
                         What's your name?

                                   DULFONT
                         Edward Telford Dulfont.

                                   MAVERICK
                             (Laughs at the kid's
                              enthusiasm)
                         Pleased to meet you. Detective
                         Sergeant Miles Maverick. But
                         please call me, Miles, in my eyes
                         everyone's the same. Rank means
                         nothing to me.

                                   DULFONT
                         So I guess you could be seen by
                         some as a communist?

               Maverick laughs.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Anyway, I'll be taking you round
                         for the evening, Dulfont give you
                         a feel or what it's like to be a
                         homicide officer.

                                   DULFONT
                         I've been following the Johnny
                         Blaze story. Have there been any
                         updates yet?

                                   MAVERICK
                         Nope. That's the case I'm on at
                         the minute as a matter of fact,
                         so you'll be first to know if
                         there is.

                                   DULFONT
                         Excellent.

               Maverick reaches his desk and takes a seat. Dulfont sits on
               the desk, Maverick gives him a bit of a look as if to say
               "that's a bit of an unprofessional way to sit" but lets it
               slide.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Hopefully my partner will be
                         along in a bit so I can introduce
                         you. Now he's an odd chap, name
                         of Duncan Delaware.

                                   DULFONT
                         Odd?

                                   MAVERICK
                         Well, just not a guy you wanna
                         make an enemy of put it like
                         that.

                                   DULFONT
                         Bad cop?

                                   MAVERICK
                         No, not a bad cop. Good
                         detective.

                                   DULFONT
                         Crooked?

               Maverick hesistates.

                                   MAVERICK
                         I wouldn't say things that so
                         loud, Constable. A lot of the
                         guys here...err...find Other ways
                         of increasing their paycheck.
                         Anyway, I was reading through
                         your profile, got top marks in
                         everything at academy hey?

                                   DULFONT
                         Yeah.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Says you were considering to run
                         in the olympics as a gymnast?

                                   DULFONT
                         Was hoping to but picked up a bad
                         knee injury last year so I'll
                         never be as good as I was.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Crying shame! Stations got a good
                         gym, I'll take you down there
                         later. You wanna make sure you do
                         excersise regular and try and
                         stick to a good diet.
                             (Points at some fat
                              officers)
                         So you don't end up like some of
                         these guys.
                         Some of the guys have so much
                         paperwork to do that they just
                         don't have time to exercise or
                         eat a balanced diet.

                                   DULFONT
                         You seem to manage?

                                   MAVERICK
                         Naturally good metabolism. About
                         the only good thing I got from my
                         father was that gene.

               Delaware comes hurrying upto them looking flustered.

                                   MAVERICK
                         And this is my partner, Detective
                         Duncan Delaware. This is
                         Constable Dulfont?

                                   DELAWARE
                         Yeah, yeah, hi...got a call from
                         the hospital. Matt Marlowe's
                         woken up.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Let's get down there.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. PRIVATE WARD - NIGHT

               Dulfont sits on a chair in the corner of the room while
               Delaware and Maverick encircle Matt, who looks a lot better
               now and is comfortably sitting up.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Come on. We know that you know
                         where he is.

                                   MATT
                         I'm not saying a thing.

                                   DELAWARE
                         Well I'll give you your dues,
                         you're a good friend to him.

                                   MATT
                         Would you rat your friend in?

                                   DELAWARE
                         Touche. But you know withholding
                         information from the police about
                         a crime is a criminal offence?

                                   MATT
                         I know. I watch CSI.

                                   DULFONT
                         Good show that.

                                   DELAWARE
                         Quiet, junior.

                                   MATT
                         You guys might as well go and let
                         me get my rest. I'm not gonna
                         help you.

                                   DELAWARE
                         We're gonna catch him anyway so
                         you might as well just spill!

                                   MATT
                         Well if you're so sure you're
                         gonna catch him anyway then why
                         are you pestering me?

                                   MAVERICK
                         Come on, Duncan, it's clear he's
                         not gonna spill anything.

                                   DELAWARE
                         Come on.

                                   DULFONT
                         You know it'd be for your
                         friend's wellbeing more than
                         anything. The person who he had a
                         fight with and who shot you, he
                         was an enforcer for a pretty big
                         gangster. And that guy's got more
                         people on his side, we want to
                         get there before them. Because at
                         least we'll keep him alive.
                         Whereas well...god knows what
                         they'll do to him.. 

               Matt softens.

               Delaware and Maverick look at the rookie in dismay.

                                   DULFONT (CONT'D)
                         It'd be a lot better if you'd
                         tell us his whereabouts. 

                                   MATT
                         I...I...don't know what to do...

                                   DULFONT
                         Well I don't want to force you
                         into a decision but, where would
                         you rather see your friend? In a
                         fair trial or in a graveyard?

                                   MATT
                         Fuck it.
                             (Sighs)
                         My sister's in Australia at the
                         minute and I've got the key for
                         her apartment to go and check on
                         it and I told him to go get it
                         from mine. I presume he's there.

                                   MAVERICK
                             (Taking out a notepad)
                         And where is this apartment?

                                   MATT
                         It's number twenty in the Avery
                         apartment blocks on Crescent
                         street.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Thank you very much! 

                                   DELAWARE
                             (Producing a mobile
                              phone)
                         I'll ring it into the station.

                                   MATT
                         Can't use phones in here!
                             (Points to a sign)
                         Look.

               Delaware groans and exits.

                                   MAVERICK
                         What floor is this apartment on?

                                   MATT
                         Three I think.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Is he likely to be armed?

                                   MATT
                         Well did you find a shotgun at my
                         shop when you got there?

                                   MAVERICK
                         An assault shotgun.

                                   MATT
                         I would have thought he would
                         have took it.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Johnny Blaze was a close friend
                         of yours, did he mention anything
                         about the murder before?

                                   MATT
                         No. I really don't think he did
                         it, detective.

                                   MAVERICK
                         All the evidence points to him.
                         Fingerprints on the weapon. CCTV
                         footage of someone who looks like
                         him.

               Matt lowers his head.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT

               Delaware speaks on his phone.

                                   DELAWARE
                         Yeah...the Avery apartments on
                         crescent street...

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. SOUTHGATE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

               Southgate is on the phone.

                                   SOUTHGATE
                         I know the place you mean.

                                   DELAWARE (V.O.)
                         Apartment number twenty.

               Delaware's was the voice we heard earlier.

                                   SOUTHGATE
                         He's there?

                                   DELAWARE (V.O.)
                         As far as we know. My partner
                         thinks I'm ringing it into the
                         station. I'll try and delay for
                         five minutes until I do for real.

                                   SOUTHGATE
                         Well without further ado then.

               Southgate hangs up.

                                   SOUTHGATE (CONT'D)
                         JOSS!

                                   JOSS (O.S.)
                         Yeah?

                                   SOUTHGATE
                         Rally the guys! We're in
                         business.

               On his wicked smile we...

                                                             FADE TO:



               EXT. NUMBER NINETY - NIGHT

               Kyle walks down the driveway of number 90, sure enough the
               black van is parked there.

               Although it's no different from the other houses around it
               there's something eerie about the place.

               He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

               No reply for a minute then the door opens a crack, but it's
               being held shut still by one of those chains.

               A tiny bit of the hallway can be seen from the crack.

                                   STORM (O.S.)
                         Who is it?

                                   KYLE
                         Err....Kyle Getz.

                                   STORM (O.S.)
                         Don't know you. Get outa here. If
                         you're the fuzz then I don't want
                         nothing to do with ya.

               He tries to close the door but Kyle puts his arm in the
               way.

               Storm slams it on his arm, causing him to pull his arm back
               and allow the door to close.

                                   KYLE
                         Aaagh.

               Kyle takes a step back and SMASHES into the door with an
               atheltic kick, cracking the fairly week wood.

               BOOM - BOOM - two more kicks and the door splinters in.

               Kyle charges it - RIPPING THE DOOR AND CHAIN OFF IT'S
               HINGES AND COLLAPSING INTO THE HALLWAY BEYOND.



               INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

               The hallway is small and cosy, full of photos of a younger
               Storm (or stormberg) and family.

               Kyle stands up and looks up to see -

               ECU

               Of a .38 Revolver aimed point blank at Kyle's forehead.

               KYLE'S P.O.V 

               He looks up to see Storm, but it's not the same, cool,
               sophisticated, slightly creepy Storm we met at the
               beginning.

               He seems a mere shadow of himself - looking tired, haunted,
               drunk and upset.

               A nearly empty brandy bottle is in his other hand.

               BACK TO SCENE

               Storm holding the gun at Kyle's head.

               Kyle terrified.

                                   STORM
                         Who are you? Police?

                                   KYLE
                         No as I said my name's Kyle Getz.
                         I'm a lawyer.

                                   STORM
                         A lawyer? Why have I got a lawyer
                         kicking my fucking door in at
                         eleven thirty in the evening?

                                   KYLE
                         Please, Mr. Storm calm down.
                         Please. You don't want two deaths
                         on your hands.

               Storm drops his jaw.

                                   STORM
                         What?

                                   KYLE
                         I'm Johnny Blaze's lawyer.

                                   STORM
                             (Mock)
                         Who?

                                   KYLE
                         Please put the gun away I'm not
                         here to cause trouble.

               Storm lowers the gun, slouches a bit.

                                   STORM
                         What are you here for...

                                   KYLE
                         You seem upset, Mr. Storm,
                         something on your mind?

                                   STORM
                         I...I...I thought I'd planned the
                         perfect murder. I had been
                         wanting to get that bastard
                         Southgate for years...get revenge
                         for what he did to my boy...you
                         know about my son?

                                   KYLE
                         Luthor, yes.

                                   STORM
                         He killed him! The bastard!
                         Luthor was a day late with his
                         payment for something and one of
                         that bastard's men just drove
                         round and killed him! Shot my
                         boy! The boy I raised from a
                         defenceless infant to a strong
                         man, shot him without even
                         thinking.
                             (Pause)
                         Took my son away...my son...

               Storm falls to his knees, crying his eyes out.

               Kyle crouches down next to him, puts an arm round him.

                                   STORM (CONT'D)
                         I've been wanting to get even for
                         years. For years. I had been
                         going around the country doing
                         various gigs, went to the city
                         for one, and that Blaze chap...he
                         looked so strong, so capable...he
                         wanted me to hypnotize him to
                         train better or some shit...I,
                         I'd had a few drinks backstage
                         and he seemed just a simple boy
                         so I...

                                   KYLE
                         You hypnotized him to murder Al
                         Southgate?

                                   STORM
                             (After a moment)
                         Yes. I told him everything.
                         I'd been monitoring the boy, knew
                         where he lived, where he went on
                         certain nights and the like. I
                         put your client in a trance and
                         told him it all. Told him what
                         store to break into to get a gun,
                         the one with a non working
                         security camera. I'd gotten all
                         the fine details. It was the
                         perfect murder. But there was one
                         thing I didn't count on.

                                   KYLE
                         And that is?

                                   STORM
                         Guilt. I've been watching the
                         news, every news bulletin there's
                         a piece on the poor kid running
                         scared. With the cops and that
                         bastard Southgate on his trail.
                         I'm not a bad man, Mr. Getz, you
                         have to understand this.

                                   KYLE
                         I know, I know.

                                   STORM
                         I just feel so bad...it's been
                         tearing me apart...I tried to
                         find solitude in the bottom of a
                         bottle...but it only makes it
                         worse.

               He hurls the bottle away, smashing it against a wall.

                                   KYLE
                         Well, Mr. Stormberg, an innocent
                         man's future is on the line here.
                         Either the cops or Southgate are
                         going to get him.
                             (Pause)
                         God knows we may even be too
                         late.

                                   STORM
                         You're right...you're
                         right...

               With effort, Storm stands.

                                   STORM (CONT'D)
                         Let's clear his name.

               Kyle smiles.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. APARTMENT TOILET - NIGHT

               As Blaze pukes into the toilet. Looking worse for wear.

                                   BLAZE
                         I am never drinking again.

               He pulls back, flushes the toilet, and heads over to the
               sink to wash his mouth.



               INT. APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

               As Blaze walks through to the shabby, dark apartment, he is
               about to head over to the sleeping area when the SOUND OF
               SQUEALING BRAKES can be heard outside.

                                   BLAZE
                         Huh?

               He turns and sprints over to the window, pulling a blind
               out of the way so he can look.

               BLAZE'S P.O.V - PARKING LOT

               The small courtyard around the flat block which is used as
               a parking area.

               A posh looking black car has just pulled up.

               The doors open and Joss and a bunch of others get out. 

               Something glints in Joss' hand, a silver handgun!

               ANGLE ON

               Blaze - his eyes open wide.

               Sure he wouldn't know who Joss or co are, but it's a hell
               of a coincidence that a car full of gunmen has just pulled
               up.

                                                              CUT TO:



               EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT

               We follow the gunmen as they quickly move across the
               coutyard.

               Joss leads, while the other three - HOWMAN, SMITH and LAND
               follow suit.

                                   HOWMAN
                         Number twenty is it?

                                   JOSS
                         Yep.

                                   SMITH
                         I don't understand why Southgate
                         doesn't want to kill him himself.

                                   JOSS
                         Look at the frail old bastard, he
                         can hardly stand up let alone
                         drive over and kill someone.

                                   LAND
                         I'm a bit weary of this guy to be
                         honest.

               Howman, a six foot six giant looks at him with a grin.

                                   HOWMAN
                         Why? He's just a man, I ain't
                         scared of no man.

                                   LAND
                         He took out John Colt by himself.

                                   HOWMAN
                         Pfft, Colt's an old timer.

                                   SMITH
                         He has a point.

                                   JOSS
                         Smith you stay back here,
                         apparently the cops aren't gonna
                         be far behind so give me three
                         rings when they arrive.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

               Blaze creeps away from the blinds, clearly panicked.

               He moves over to another window, this one isn't covered by
               blinds. He takes a peek outside.

               ANGLE ON

               Window - Smith can be seen by the door which leads upto the
               flat block.

               BACK TO SCENE

               Blaze scans the room for something.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT

               As the gangsters rush up the stairs, four steps at a time.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

               As Blaze grabs a block full of knives from the kitchen.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. LANDING - NIGHT

               The men reach the third floor landing, rush down - checking
               all the numbers of the doors.

                                                              CUT TO:



               EXT. MOTORWAY - NIGHT

               A whole fleet of police cars tear up the motorway - sirens
               blaring.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. KYLE'S RANGE ROVER - NIGHT

               Kyle and Storm inside, driving toward the city.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

               As quietly as possible Blaze opens the window.

               It lets out a creak.

               He holds his breath for a second but Smith doesn't hear.

               He tips out the knives onto a table, takes a firm hold of
               a knife - aims at Smith - THROWS...



               EXT. COURTYARD - CONTINUOUS

               As the kitchen blade lands harmlessly near Smith - startling
               him.

               He looks up - sees Blaze - BLAM BLAM - fires without 
               hesitation.



               INT. APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

               Blaze jumps back - the bullets destroy the window -
               peppering him with glass.

               Footsteps can be heard near the door.

                                   BLAZE
                         Shit..shit...

               He grabs the knives - there are about six and dashes over
               to the front door, hiding in the space between the door and
               the wall.

                                   JOSS (O.S.)
                         This one!

               BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The door is suddenly riddled with bullets
               and kicked open.

               Howman runs in - gun raised.

               And Blaze leaps out of hiding - jamming some knives right into
               Howman's back.

                                   HOWMAN
                         AAAAAGH!

                                   BLAZE
                         You're gonna wish you never met
                         Johnny Blaze.

               Joss and Land race into the room.

               Blaze sidekicks Joss before he can get his bearings and he
               crashes into Land - both go to the floor in a heap.

               Blaze turns and goes running out the door.

                                   JOSS
                         DAMMIT! QUICK! UP!

               Howman weakly looks at him.

                                   HOWMAN
                         It hurts man...help Me...

               Joss nudges him away with his toe as he gets up.

                                   JOSS
                         You lost.



               INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS

               As Blaze runs down the stairs - scared but also pumping
               with adrenaline.



               EXT. COURTYARD - CONTINUOUS

               Sirens can be heard in the distance.

               Smith panics, fumbles to get his phone out - it drops to
               the floor and smashes to bits.

                                   SMITH
                         SHIT!

               As he is about to open the front door it bursts open in his
               face. Blaze comes flying out.

               Blaze grabs ahold of his head and CRACKS his skull right
               into the wall next to the door.

                                   SMITH (CONT'D)
                         AAAAAGH.

               He drops to the floor in a messy heap - his gun skittering
               across the courtyard.

               Blaze runs over to it, grabs it.

               The sounds of Joss and Land grow closer. Blaze jumps over
               the gangster's car bonnet, lands on the other side.

               ANGLE ON

               Blaze as he looks at the gun trying to figure out how to
               use it - finally he gets the idea and cocks it back.

                                   BLAZE
                         Just like the movies.

               BACK TO SCENE

               Blaze leans against the car.

               Joss appears at the door of the building.

               BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM - Blaze fires away - but his aim is
               pretty poor and he only succeeds in wounding Joss.

               Land arrives behind Joss and opens fire, smashing chunks of
               the car away.

               Blaze hits the ground.

                                   BLAZE
                         YOU FUCKING CUNTS! CUNTS! CUNTS!
                         CUNTS!

               Blaze jumps up.

               BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

               Land takes one in the gut - goes down clutching his
               abdomen.

               Joss runs and fires - the bullet whizzes past Blaze. The
               two are now right up close and Blaze BATTERS him back with
               a punch to the face.

               Not a weak man himself Joss retaliates and knocks Blaze
               back.

               A fist fight ensues. It is not a typical movie fight
               however this is really, both are just wildly swinging at
               each other. There's no Joss punch then Blaze punch - it's
               just both of them swinging and hoping to get lucky.

               The first of the police cars appears in the parking lot.

               This takes Joss' attention, and this is a fatal error -
               CRUNCH - he is gunwhipped across the face and goes down -
               clutching his ruined nose.

               Blaze stands horrified as the police car is followed by
               another and another and another.

               Maverick is in on the of the cars and is immediately out.
               Followed by Dulfont. Delaware remains in the car.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Blaze!

                                   BLAZE
                         FUCK YOU COPS! YOU'RE ALL JUST
                         OUT TO GET ME! EVERY FUCKING
                         PERSON...

               BLAM! A bullet suddenly whizzes past Blaze's head, he turns
               and sees Joss up on his feet - gun in hand.

               Maverick ducks back.

                                   DULFONT
                         Wow this is just like CSI!

               Blaze takes a running leap over a car, and hides behind it.

               Joss FIRES.

               Misses.

               Blaze fires.

               Hits the ground near Joss.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Drop the weapon! You're both
                         under arrest.

               Gunfire.

                                   DULFONT
                         Really didn't work did it?

                                   MAVERICK
                         Nope.

                                   DULFONT
                         Well while their attention is on
                         each other I reckon I could sneak
                         up behind that Blaze guy, if I
                         was to go behind the cars.

                                   MAVERICK
                         Don't be so foolish.

               Maverick leans inside the car. Grabs the radio.

                                   MAVERICK (CONT'D)
                         THIS IS SIERRA OSCAR 904 WE'RE AT
                         THE AVARY APARTMENTS! NEED
                         MARKSMEN! REPEAT NEED MARKSMEN!

               He turns back and Dulfont is gone, zipping between the
               cars.

                                   DELAWARE
                         What's the stupid kid doing?

                                   MAVERICK
                         A lot more than you're doing
                         sitting in here, Duncan.

                                                              CUT TO:



               EXT. STREET - NIGHT

               A random street in the city. A small queue of traffic has
               formed by some traffic lights which seem to almost
               permanently be on red.

               Kyle's jeep is among them.

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               EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT

               As Joss fires at the car Blaze is hiding behind.

               Blaze pops up fires.

               Joss fires.

               GUNFIRE.

               A bullet catches Joss in his stomach - he SHOUTS.

               Blaze has no time to react when suddenly Dulfont IS ON HIM
               LIKE A MAD MAN.

                                   MAVERICK
                         GO! GO! GO!

               Maverick and a bunch of uniform officers run over to where
               Dulfont and Blaze struggle with each other.

               Before they can move in however Blaze gets control of
               Dulfont - desperately puts the gun to the man's head - arm
               around his throat.

                                   BLAZE
                         STOP!

               Maverick stops and signals his officers to halt as well.

                                   BLAZE (CONT'D)
                         Please...please...I didn't do
                         it...I just wanna go home...

                                   MAVERICK
                         Drop the gun!

                                   BLAZE
                         Please I didn't do it!

                                   MAVERICK
                         Just drop the gun and we'll
                         discuss it.

                                   BLAZE
                         NO! I REFUSE TO DISCUSS IT WITH
                         YOU! YOU ALL THINK I DID IT! YOU
                         ALL THINK I DID IT AND I DIDN'T!

                                   DULFONT
                         We...

                                   BLAZE
                         Keep quiet you!

                                   DELAWARE
                             (Arriving)
                         Kid's heroics has got us in
                         trouble.

                                   MAVERICK
                         I know.

                                   BLAZE
                         Please just get back a bit.

                                   MAVERICK
                             (Beckoning backwards)
                         Do as he says, come on guys.

                                   BLAZE
                         I need space. 

                                   MAVERICK
                         It doesn't have to end like this.
                         Sniper teams are on their way,
                         Mr. Blaze...if you just drop the
                         gun now I can promise you won't
                         get hurt.

                                   BLAZE
                         I don't care anymore...

                                   DULFONT
                         Then why have you taken me
                         hostage?

                                   BLAZE
                         Because I do care...ahhh.

               One of the policeman tries to edge forward, Blaze jams the
               gun further into Dulfont's head.

                                   DULFONT
                         Agh...

               The cop steps back.

                                   BLAZE
                             (To Dulfont)
                         We're going to stand up now and
                         edge over to that building. We're
                         gonna go inside the flat block.

                                   DULFONT
                         Just drop the gun...

                                   BLAZE
                         NO! You won't believe me when I say
                         I'm innocent! You think I'm lying
                         so fuck you all!
                         If the only way to stop you is to
                         do this then so be it!

               Blaze gets up, wrenching Dulfont up too, all the time
               keeping a firm grip round his neck and the gun to his head.

               ANGLE ON

               Delaware and Maverick watching.

               Delaware stealthily produces a revolver from his pocket,
               looks up at Maverick.

                                   DELAWARE
                         I reckon I could get him.

                                   MAVERICK
                         You wana run the risk?

                                   DELAWARE
                         Once he gets inside that big
                         building it's gonna be a job for
                         the snipers...he seems clever..

                                   MAVERICK
                         Your choice, Delaware.

                                                              CUT TO:



               EXT. STREET - NIGHT

               The range rover races down a long street - the Avery
               building is in view and coming up fast.

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               EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT

               As Blaze and Dulfont back toward the apartment block,
               stepping over Joss' unconscious body on the way.

               Delaware looks ready to move.

               Suddenly everything goes wild, the range rover comes
               tearing into the coutryard - BEEPING THE HORN and crashing
               throughout various police cars.

               It takes Blaze's attention.

               There's a gunshot.

               Blaze goes down, letting go of Dulfont.

               Swarms of cops running up and down.

               Another gunshot.

               And suddenly we...

                                                            FADE OUT:

               FADE IN:



               INT. COURTROOM - DAY

               And we find ourselves inside a very busy courtroom.

               Basically all of the characters are here.

               Maverick, Delaware and Dulfont.

               Jesse and Matt.

               Kyle, who is walking up and down the courtroom - addressing
               the judge.

               Storm.

               Southgate.

               And finally a bandaged Johnny Blaze.

                                   KYLE
                         So you see, your honour, when the
                         murder of Luthor Stormberg was
                         taken to court it was all of a
                         decade ago - a decade ago Mr.
                         Southgate here was far more
                         powerful than he is now and he
                         had most of the courtroom in his
                         back pocket. And still he may do,
                         hence why I requested a judge
                         come from another city.

                                   SOUTHGATE
                         THIS IS NONSENSE! THIS CASE IS
                         DONKEY'S YEARS OLD!

                                   JUDGE
                         Silence, Mr. Southgate.
                             (pause)
                         Very well. You have explained
                         that Mr. Southgate maybe a crook
                         but what of John Blaze's
                         involvement in this whole fiasco?

                                   KYLE
                         Well you see, your honour, Johnny
                         Blaze was merely used as a tool.
                         A tool for revenge, wielded by
                         the sharp-minded Mr. Stormberg
                         against Mr. Southgate here.

                                   JUDGE
                         Do explain.

                                   KYLE
                         May I take you back to a
                         night two days before the murder
                         in question. I attended a
                         hypnotising night at the local
                         university, one run by Mr.
                         Stormberg here. Along with me
                         came my friend Jesse, her
                         boyfriend Johnny and his friend
                         Matt. Johnny was at first very
                         sceptical of this hypnotism lark.
                         But he throughly enjoyed the
                         show, and afterwards we stopped
                         for a few drinks, although being
                         the designated driver, I of course
                         didn't drink, and we saw Mr.
                         Stormberg heading to his car.
                         Feeling uncharacteristically
                         friendly Johnny felt he simply
                         had to go over and congratulate
                         him. So he did, and also asked
                         him if perhaps he could hypnotize
                         him into being able to train
                         better. As he had a title fight
                         coming up. But Mr. Stormberg
                         here, being a master of this very
                         dark art, did not grant him that
                         wish, he in fact basically hypnotized
                         him to kill Al Southgate. He gave
                         him every detail he would need -
                         Mr. Southgate's location, where
                         he would be at certain times and
                         even which gunshop would be the
                         easiest to steal a gun from.

                                   JUDGE
                         I find this very hard to believe.

                                   KYLE
                         What do you find so hard?

                                   JUDGE
                         Well apart from the fact that I
                         personally think hypnotism is a
                         load of illusionist rubbish, how
                         did Mr. Blaze slip back into the
                         hypnotized state on the night in
                         question?

                                   KYLE
                         Well, Mr. Stormberg, I'll allow
                         you to explain?

                                   STORM
                         Well...

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               EXT. HOUSE OF LAW  - DAY

               A bright sunny day and we are outside the court of law.

               A pretty female news anchor stands in front of the
               building, talking to the camera.

                                   NEWS REPORTER
                         Is it on?

                                   CAMERAMAN
                         Live in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! GO! GO!
                         GO!

                                   NEWS REPORTER
                         Hello I'm Veronica Corningstone
                         and you join me outside the City
                         House of Law where Judge John
                         Deed is expected to give his
                         verdict on this compelling case
                         which has involved gangsters,
                         hypnotism, jailbreaks and car
                         chases. Sounds like the recipe
                         for a classic thriller movie if
                         you ask me. Anyway in about two
                         minutes we expect to hear the
                         outcome of this case, which has
                         lasted four days now.

                                                              CUT TO:



               INT. COURTROOM - DAY

               The court all look toward the Judge.

                                   JUDGE
                         Well, after having plenty of time
                         to think this through I must say
                         that this is perhaps the most
                         taxing case I've ever been
                         involved in as judge, jury or
                         observer. Mr. Robin Henry Storm I
                         find you guilty of murder,
                         although it was done
                         unconventionally, it is still in
                         my view a murder. I sentence you
                         to life in jail.
                             (Pause)
                         And to you, Mr. Johnny Blaze, I
                         offer you my sincerest apologizes
                         that due to the stupidity of this
                         man, Mr. Stormberg, you were
                         brought into this whole
                         shennanigan. You are pardoned,
                         and although you have threatened
                         police officers and murdered in
                         self defence, I only sentence you
                         to three weeks community service.

                                   STORM
                         What! What about him?

                                   JUDGE
                         Who?

                                   STORM
                         Southgate! You can't let him get
                         away! He killed my boy!

                                   JUDGE
                         Well I was just about to announce
                         that I will indeed be asking for
                         an investigation into your son's
                         murder to be re-launched. And woe
                         be tide Mr. Southgate if he is
                         indeed the killer.

                                   SOUTHGATE
                         I can assure you I'm not.

                                   JUDGE
                         We'll see about that. Court
                         dismissed.

               Two uniform officers lead Storm away.

               A massive cheer erupts from Blaze.

                                   BLAZE
                         So that's it! I'm free! I'm
                         free!?

               Jesse comes running over, wraps her arms around him.

                                   JESSE
                         You're free!

                                   BLAZE
                         I don't believe it!

               Matt comes over they hug.

                                   BLAZE (CONT'D)
                         I love you man.

                                   MATT
                         I love you too.

                                   BLAZE                      MATT
                         But not in that way.          But not in that way.

               They laugh.

                                   JESSE
                         That's a bit creepy.

                                   BLAZE
                         And thankyou! I'm sure you
                         believed in me the whole way
                         through.

                                   JESSE
                             (Guilitly)
                         Of course. But there's one person
                         you haven't thanked yet. Someone
                         who actually did believe in you.

               Blaze turns to the ever smug looking Kyle.

                                   KYLE
                         Well the fact I believed in you
                         and the fact I love a challenge.

               A moment between them.

                                   BLAZE
                         For a smug bastard, you're not
                         half bad, Kyle.
                             (Sincere)
                         Thank you.

               They shake hands.

                                   KYLE
                         Don't mention it.

                                   BLAZE
                         I've always got your back, mate.

               Kyle nods. He exits the courtroom.

                                   JESSE
                         So what does the future hold for
                         you then?

                                   BLAZE
                         Well the future holds a lot of
                         you of course in my life. And
                         the titleshot has been rearranged
                         for three weeks I think so train,
                         train, train!

                                   JESSE
                         You'll do it I know you well.

                                   MATT
                         As if Kyle saved your bacon, man.

                                   BLAZE
                         I know.

                                   JESSE
                         Such a good guy!

                                   BLAZE
                         Oh god, you're so in love with
                         him!

                                   JESSE
                         No I fucking am not!

               As they turn to exit the courtroom we...

               FADE OUT.

                                      THE END
                                       CODA

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