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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. CUT TO: 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. CUT TO: 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... CUT TO: 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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