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	  THE GUN

          

          EXT. MOONLIT ROAD - NIGHT

          It is the dead of night, on a deserted rural road. Two
          figures approach each other from opposite directions.

                              MAN #1
                         (Shakes hands with second man)
                    Run into any trouble?

                              MAN #2
                    Of course. Trouble comes with the
                    territory.
                         (He examines his hand)
                    This much? You sure? I work for
                    free.

                              MAN #1
                    No, no. I insist.

                              MAN #2
                    Sure, sure. Pleasure doing business
                    with you.

          MAN #1 turns and begins to walk away. We follow him.
          Suddenly, the click of a gun is heard behind him. He turns,
          and we move to see MAN #2 pointing a gun at him.

                              MAN #1
                    What are you doing?

                              MAN #2
                    I told you. I work for free. In
                    other words, I work freely.
                         (He shakes his head, confused
                         by his own wording)
                    Plus, this is where the scene
                    starts winding down.

                              MAN #1
                    But... the director is trying to
                    innovate in the film noir
                    industry...

                              MAN #2
                    Yeah? Well, he changed plans.

                              MAN #1
                    Without telling me?

                              MAN #2
                    Yeah. He decided you were... not
                    required to understand.

                              MAN #1
                    But... I take his kid to soccer
                    practice... There's no reason he
                    wouldn't--

                              MAN #2
                    I don't write the scripts, Jerry. I
                    just act them out. See you on
                    payroll.

                                                         FADE OUT

          A gunshot is heard.

          EXT. CITY STREET - MIDNIGHT

          We see a street stretching before us. Slowly, we move down
          the street as slow piano music fades in. The title, "THE
          GUN", fades slowly in.

                              MAN #2
                         (Narration)
                    They say that I killed him that
                    night.  They say that I pulled a
                    gun; shot him in cold blood.  What
                    they don't understand is that the
                    director authorized it.  He just
                    removed the scene before the script
                    was released to public viewing. 
                    Dirty, double-crossing bastard. 
                    Now it's my turn.  My move.  I'll
                    get the bastard.  I'll make sure he
                    bleeds.  I'll do it or my name
                    isn'tů Jason Jones.

                                                         FADE OUT

          EXT. CITY STREET - NOON

          The camera is looking at a car's front windshield. Two men
          in overcoats, AL and JOE, sit there. Al sits on the left,
          looking through binoculars. Joe looks at a notepad.

                              JOE
                    So, Al, what do we have here?

                              AL
                    Well, I'd use your name in my
                    response, but we both know what
                    your name is, so why should I?

                              JOE
                    What, do I gotta do everything
                    around here?
                         (He looks directly at the
                         camera)
                    My name is Joe. Now that we've
                    oriented the viewer, what are we
                    dealing with here?

                              AL
                    Why are you asking me all of these
                    questions? Were you even at the
                    briefing?

                              JOE
                    Dammit, man!
                         (He leans over and whispers)
                    Just act like we've just received
                    the orders.

                              AL
                    Well, we're dealing with a
                    high-class schmuck. I mean it. The
                    cream of the crop.

                              JOE
                    What the hell kinda crops do you
                    raise?

                              AL
                    The weirdest kind, Joey. The
                    weirdest.

                              JOE
                    And it's to my understanding that
                    he has some connection with the
                    culprit.

                              AL
                    Well, we wouldn't be taking a look
                    otherwise.

                              JOE
                    I mean to talk to you about that.
                    Do you think we're being too...
                    conspicuous?

                              AL
                    What makes you say that?

                              JOE
                    Think about it. Two guys with
                    binoculars. Sitting in a car,
                    directly in front of a house. In
                    broad daylight. Then there's...
                    y'know...
                         (He nods straight ahead,
                         acknowledging the presence of
                         the film crew)
          Al's face

          Al gulps uncomfortably.
          back to scene

                              AL
                    What was the point of your little
                    outburst, Joe?

                              JOE
                    I'm just sayin'... Maybe this guy's
                    clean.

                              AL
                    Joey, that's not our decision to
                    make.

                              JOE
                    Well, what if--

          They both jump with a start as someone knocks on their
          window. It's the CHIEF.

                              CHIEF
                    What the hell are you guys still
                    doing here? You have your orders!

                              JOE
                    Hot halibut, the Chief! We're sure
                    up Hell Creek with a paddle now...
                    or something...

                              AL
                    Go tell that to my mother. Let's
                    get going!

          EXT. CITY STREET - MIDNIGHT

          It is raining heavily.

                              JASON JONES
                         (Narration)
                    Some folks say the best place to
                    stop a rat is in his hive. Or nest.
                    Let's just go with rat-hole. Some
                    folks say the best place to stop a
                    rat is in his rat-hole. The only
                    problem is, most folks are too
                    large to fit in a rat-hole. The
                    problem with me, well...

          We rotate the camera to see a luxurious house with music
          blaring out of it.

                              JASON JONES
                    ...I'm too small to fit into this
                    rat-hole.

          INT. HOUSE PARTY - NIGHT

          The party is extremely popular. Guests chat, drink. We see
          Al and Joe strolling through the crowd. We follow them as
          they flash their badges to all of the partygoers.

                              AL
                    Hey, Joe?

                              JOE
                    What is it?

                              AL
                    Is there any particular reason
                    we're doing this?

                              JOE
                    Doing what?

                              AL
                    Showing everybody our badges. I
                    thought we wanted to stay, you
                    know, incognitus.

                              JOE
                    That's the point. We show these
                    people our badges, and they keep us
                    a secret. It's a standard tactic.

                              AL
                    Where'd you learn that? "Spying for
                    Dummies"?

                              JOE
                    No, "Stupidity for Smart Guys".
                         (He stops Al and points ahead)
                    Wait! There he is!

                              AL
                    You sure?

                              JOE
                    Hm. He doesn't look a lot like the
                    photo.

                              AL
                    People change, Joe.

                              JOE
                    Not in the world of criminals, they
                    don't.

                              AL
                    I meant physically.

                              JOE
                    So did I. Now come on, we've got to
                    bring him in.

                              AL
                    He looks sort of familiar...

          The lights go out. People are heard screaming.

                              AL
                    What the hell?!

                              

                              JOE
                    You know I'm an Atheist, Al. That
                    means that I'm protected from the
                    darkness.

                              AL
                    Quick, grab my hand. We need to
                    make sure we don't lose each other
                    in this crowd.

                              JOE
                    If you say so. Hey... your hand
                    feels disturbingly petite and
                    feminine, Al.

                              AL
                    Thank you very much. There's no
                    time for that, though. Hurry!

          Al and Joe fumble through the darkness amid cries of "Ouch!"
          and "My foot!"
          ext. house party - Night

          Al and Joe emerge from the front door. We move backward as
          they run in our direction.

                              JOE
                    Welcome to the outside, Al.

                              AL
                    Is this where we were trying to go?

                              JOE
                    Maybe. I'd know, if you had filled
                    me in on the case.

                              AL
                    We've got to catch this crook,
                    before he becomes a cliché!

                              JOE
                    What the hell is that supposed to
                    mean?

                              AL
                    It's an expression, I... There's no
                    time! There's his chopper! He's
                    escaping!

          The noise of a helicopter taking off is heard. Joe stops
          suddenly and looks up.

                              JOE
                    I don't think he's escaping, Al.

          Machine gun rounds ring out. Al and Joe leap out of the way,
          barely evading them. They end up on their backs. laying next
          to each other. The helicopter's noise slowly dies out.

                              JOE
                    Al?

                              AL
                    Yeah, Joe?

                              JOE
                    I think this scene just became a
                    cliché.

          They fall unconscious, and we slowly zoom out.

                                                         FADE OUT

          EXT. CITY STREET - MIDNIGHT

          It is again raining heavily.

                              JASON JONES
                         (Narration)
                    There've been a lot of rainy days
                    lately. I don't complain, though.
                    The more monologues, the better.
                    Most of my attempts on this man's
                    life were futile, ending with me in
                    precarious situations, bondage, and
                    one time, tears. Tears. Over the
                    fact that I couldn't take him down.
                    He was virtually untouchable. I
                    considered professional help,
                    but... the fruit is sweeter when
                    picked yourself.

                                                         FADE OUT

          EXT. ALLEYWAY - AFTERNOON

          We see an alleyway stretching before us. Cars can be heard
          in the distance. We see Al and Joe round the corner and walk
          in our direction. As they meet the camera, we pan backward
          with them as they walk.

                              JOE
                    Hey, Al?

                              AL
                    What is it, Joe?

                              JOE
                    Do you ever feel lost?

                              AL
                         (He stops walking and turns to
                         face Joe)
                    Joey, I've felt lost ever since my
                    compass fell out of my pocket at
                    that disaster last night.

                              JOE
                    How do you suppose he knew we were
                    there?

          There are a few moments of silence.

                              AL
                    I'm not even going to answer that.

          They continue walking.

                              JOE
                    Well... I've got another lead on
                    him.

                              AL
                    Do ya now? Where is he, huh? The
                    bottom of the ocean? Mount Everest?
                    I tell ya, Joe, I can't take much
                    more of this. The witty comments,
                    the rainy days, the Atheism.
                    Sometimes it just... it just gets
                    to me.

                              JOE
                    Al, I... I'm a Buddhist now...

                              AL
                    It's not the point! I quit! This is
                    all too much! I love you, Joey. I
                    love you like the brother my father
                    strangled. But I just... can't take
                    it anymore.

                              JOE
                    Fine. Quit. But there's still a
                    dangerous criminal out there, and I
                    have to bring him in.

          Joe turns and walks away in anger, leaving Al standing
          alone.

                                                         FADE OUT

          EXT. RURAL FIELD - SUNSET

          Joe lies on the ground. He is looking through binoculars.

                              JOE
                    Well, he can't be too hard to track
                    down in a place like this. Hey, Al,
                    do ya... oh. Right.
                         (He sighs)
                    Where the hell is he?

          Suddenly, a stranger's voice is heard.

                              MAN
                    Try looking behind you.

          Joe stands and turns quickly. He sees a black-clad figure
          with a mask concealing his face. His voice is also
          disguised.

                              MAN
                    Why are you following me?

                              JOE
                    What you call "following", I call
                    "walking behind you in a
                    coincidental fashion".

                              MAN
                    Coincidentalate this!

          The man gives Joe a punch to the face. A choreographed fight
          takes place, as each seem evenly matched against each other.

                              MAN
                    How long have you been following
                    me?

                              JOE
                    As coincidentally long as you
                    think.

          Joe takes a kick to the stomach and collapses. The man
          stands over him.

                              JOE
                    Well... you gonna finish the job?
                    Or are you too--

                              MAN
                    Whatever the last word was gonna
                    be, no, I'm not.

          The man raises his foot to stomp Joe. Suddenly, a gunshot
          rings out. The man collapses and grips his leg in severe
          pain.

                              MAN
                    Dammit! What the hell just
                    happened?!

                              AL
                         (Holding gun)
                    Next time, don't bring a fist to a
                    fistfight that gets interrupted by
                    a gun.

                              JOE
                    Al! You son of a gun--no pun
                    intended--what are you doing here?

                              AL
                    I couldn't let you go down without
                    your opponent suffering a severe
                    leg wound.

                              JOE
                    Well, thanks.

          Joe gets to his feet and joins Al.

                              AL
                    Now let's get a look at our cul--

                              JOE
                    Ah! The cliché thing. Careful.

                              AL
                    Oh, right. Sorry.

          Al reaches down and removes the man's mask. To their horror,
          it is the chief.

                              JOE
                    Chief?! What the hell?!

                              CHIEF
                    What the hell to me?! What the hell
                    to you! You guys have been spying
                    on me for days!

                              JOE
                    But... we...

          Suddenly another gunshot rings out. The camera rotates to
          show Jason Jones, the man from the very first scene,
          pointing a gun into the air.

                              JASON JONES
                    Alright, Joan, time to pay.

                              CHIEF
                    Dammit!
                         (He points Jason out to Al and
                         Joe)
                    That's the guy you were supposed to
                    bring in!

                              JOE
                    Oh, damn...

                              AL
                    So, you're Jason Jones. Joe, we
                    were following Joan Jonas! The
                    Chief! You idiot!

                              JOE
                    Well, what? That's what happens
                    when you don't fill me in on the
                    mission! I get mixed up!

                              JASON
                    I've waited all of 36 hours to do
                    this... Now, it's time.

                              AL
                    Sweet mother of God...

                              JOE
                    This is why I became a Buddhist,
                    Al.

                              AL
                         (To Jason)
                    Look, can't we just look at this as
                    a huge misunderstanding?

                              JASON
                    Don't talk to me like a cliché
                    resolution! He framed me for
                    murder!

                              CHIEF
                    Is that what this is about?!

                              JASON
                    Yeah! You told me the gun I was
                    using was filled with blanks! Then
                    you removed the scene from the
                    final cut to make it look like I
                    murdered Jerry!

                              JOE
                    Kinda messed up, Chief.

                              AL
                    You make movies?

                              CHIEF
                         (To Jason)
                    Are you that stupid?! Have you read
                    the papers since the incident?

                              JASON
                    I don't follow the news, Jonas. I
                    act on instinct.

                              CHIEF
                    How about yesterday's headline?!
                    "POLICE INVESTIGATE FILM
                    'SHOOTING'". In the article, it's
                    universally believed it was
                    sabotage! They arrested the prop
                    manager this morning! He replaced
                    the gun!

                              JASON
                    Whatever you say can't save you
                    now.

                              CHIEF
                    Hey, Jones. Is that a Lincoln brand
                    pistol?

                              JASON
                         (He examines the gun)
                    Why, yes, it is.

                              CHIEF
                    Thought so.

          Jason points the gun at the Chief and fires. The Chief,
          however, remains unharmed.

                              JASON
                    What the hell?!

                              CHIEF
                    That's the gun you were originally
                    supposed to use.

                              AL
                    Way to go, Chief!

                              JOE
                    Jeez, what a deduction!

                              JASON
                    Hmph. Well, I feel like an idiot.

                              CHIEF
                    There ya go.

                              JASON
                    Well, a gun is still good for
                    hitting people!

          Jason attacks the Chief with the gun. The Chief is again
          unharmed.

                              CHIEF
                    It's made of rubber, as well.

                              AL
                    Chief, you're all over this!

                              JASON
                    My God. I guess you're right.

                              CHIEF
                    Now, if we sit here any longer, my
                    leg might need to be amputated.

                              JOE
                    Apparently a gun is also good for
                    producing a plot twist!

                              AL
                    Just shut up, Joe.

                              JOE
                         (Not hearing)
                    C'mon, guys. Let's get Chief to the
                    hospital.

          They all begin to help the Chief up.

                              AL
                    Hey, Chief?

                              CHIEF
                    What is it, Al?

                              AL
                    What would you have done if the gun
                    wasn't a Lincoln brand pistol?

                              CHIEF
                    Probably make like a dead tree and
                    not live.

          The three of them support the Chief, and are seen walking
          away from the camera, as it slowly pans back and up to see
          the sunset.

                              JASON
                         (Narration)
                    I can admit when I'm wrong. I can
                    admit when I've done something
                    stupid. It's just a part of life.
                    It exists in all of humanity...
                    It's just something I have to get
                    used to.

          Piano music fades in slowly, as the four are seen in the
          distance.

                              JOE
                    Hey, uh, Al?

                              AL
                    Yeah, Joey?

                              JOE
                         (Quietly)
                    Your dad didn't strangle your
                    brother.

                              AL
                    What was that?

                              JOE
                    Nothing. Nothing.

          The music settles and resolves.

                                                         FADE OUT

                                                         END FILM



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