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"LOCKHAWK" BY The Goose OPEN UP ON: ACT ONE "DRUGS, THUGS AND HUGS" LONDON-RUNDOWN BARN MATT HAWKER, 25, 6'3, Black-hair, wears a leather-jacket, Shades and a pair of run-down and rather torn jeans enters. HAWKER Campbell! I know you're here. C'mon Out, I'm ready to buy your shit. Yes it's me, Hawker. Now you said You'd do this, c'mon out. C'MON! EWING CAMPBELL, a big, black Cockney hard-ass enters, with a dodgy smirk. Behind him are two of his toughs, T.T and P.P. Both black and looking mean. CAMPBELL Yo, Hawkey, ma main man, wassappenin' Dude? HAWKER Enough talking, Campbell. Gimme my shi… CAMPBELL No, geezer. Let's talk-I wanna Know stuff ‘bout you-and I'm Sure y'all wanna find out Stuff ‘bout me. So c'mon, temme' Your life story. Hawker grimaces, he doesn't like talking about His life, but he will. HAWKER I was born in Stirling, Scotland-when I Was five years old, I blew up my dad's car With my first chemistry set. Oh, he was In it of course-the car was a complete Write-off and so was he. Then I ran away, and got on a boat to Birmingham. Where I was fostered by a young couple. I lived with them til I was seventeen, Then I got my first taste of Coke, I smoked Pot, They found out and couldn't Take it, so I went to live on the streets. And moved to London, where I shared a flat With three more fellow addicts. And well… I still do. CAMPBELL Then y'all moved onto Heroin, Am I right? HAWKER We gotta real brain-box here. Whoa! BOFF! BOFF! Intelligent Person, whoa! Call Oxford, Oxford, hello-yeh, it's Me-there's this guy here Ewing Campbell he guesses the obvious, Whoa! I know! What a Boffin! UHT-OH! He suddenly realizes, this is a tough mother that He's dealing with. How's Campbell gonna react? He turns to him, Campbell looks shocked for a moment, then He bursts into a spasm of reassuring laughter. CAMPBELL I like ya, Matt-oh mind if I call you That, a who cares, I bet you're too Scared of me to say not… HAWKER I prefer Hawker. CAMPBELL Damn it you really balls, Ain't ya? Y'all ain't scared of No-one. Are ya? HAWKER Nope, now gimme what you got. CAMPBELL I got six bags on me, now I'm a sly MotherFuck, so I say a hundred dollars A bag? HAWKER Sure. CAMPBELL Damn, six-hundred. You may earn a lot, But you one hell of an addict. Mr.Hawker. Hawker takes out a big, fat roll of notes, sorts Through them, then places the right amount into Campbell's hands. He licks his lips. CAMPBELL One. He hands Hawker one bag. CAMPBELL Two. Another. CAMPBELL Three. Another. CAMPBELL Four. Another. CAMPBELL Five. Another. CAMPBELL Six. Hawker thanks him, then somehow packs the bags into his Nike Sports jacket. Then he nods to Campbell, and turns to go. CAMPBELL Say, Mr Hawker-d'you carry a gun? HAWKER Nope. CAMPBELL Stunner? Switchblade? Knife? Pen-knife? Dagger? Anything like that? HAWKER A pen-knife, yeh. But I don't see Much trouble. CAMPBELL I carry a Black Beretta 9mm automatic Handgun, fifteen in the magazine, and One in the pipe-it's lethal. He takes out the Beretta that he just described. And cocks it. Hawker's eyes don't even look slightly worried. CAMPBELL The boys carry mean shit too. Don't'cha, guys? T.T and P.P both take out Berettas, and cock them. HAWKER You're a fan of Berettas, right? CAMPBELL Oh, yeh they're great American guns. Y'all see I Come from the United States. So I like to Carry stuff from the U.S.A. Gives me a more Homely feel when I blow some sorry bastard's Head off. HAWKER ‘You kill much? CAMPBELL Mm, twice a week. And you? HAWKER No. CAMPBELL Don't like to live on the wild side? HAWKER Kinda. Say where d'you get this stuff from? CAMPBELL Straight from the factories in the U.S. HAWKER Any chance of giving me an address? CAMPBELL No way, man. You get this stuff off Me, and me only. HAWKER Okay, okay. He notices that Campbell's voice takes on a nastier pitch, showing that he's an evil son of a bitch. CAMPBELL Sorry ‘bout that. HAWKER Don't worry. Say, I'm pretty impressed with them Guns, that you got there. Who's your Dealer? CAMPBELL What? You want one of these babies? HAWKER You bet. CAMPBELL I thought you didn't like to live dangerously? HAWKER Well I might, if I had a weapon I could rely on. CAMPBELL I get ‘em off a guy called Devlin. Rory Devlin, Decent guy. Owns a gun shop in The Strand. But he wouldn't sell you one, nah. He don't Know you, but he would for me. So, tell you what, Why don't I get you one of this babies, then You gimme the money. Say, we meet here next Wednesday? Nine-thirty-five. HAWKER Suits me. CAMPBELL Matt, I do like you-you are a real Cool son of a bitch. Would you consider Doin' a job for me? HAWKER What kind? CAMPBELL Drugs trafficking, hell-I can't Do it on my own. I've only got two People. HAWKER Anything else? CAMPBELL Err, I could get ya assassination Jobs. Anything. HAWKER Anything, hey? This sounds good. CAMPBELL Trust me, it is. HAWKER Well I gotta go. CAMPBELL Yeh see ya. Hawker gives him the thumbs-up, then begins moving towards the door. Campbell and his bodyguards put their guns away. OUTSIDE BARN Hawker steps outside, and looks around. Life is good. He's Got himself a real good deal, or so he thinks. Suddenly he hears a weird movement, something sinister in the air, immediately he wheels round. Suddenly a Uniform cop throws himself onto him, and grabs him round the waist, then he SLAMS his head against the wall. Suddenly the outside is swarming with cops, most of them are armed response unit. Hawker is thrown on the floor, Face first. And a Nightstick is SHOVED painfully into his back, while he is cuffed. UNIFORMED COP#1 Dirty scum. A big police Captain, CAPTAIN MCGREGOR, is leading this arrest. He motions to the other cops. MCGREGOR GEDDIN THERE, THE DEALER'S STILL THERE! C'MON! He grabs an Assault-rifle off one of the armed officers, then charges into the Barn. BARN Campbell has barely any-time to react, he just wheels round and finds the Cops storming the are. -BLAM- He fires first and kills a non-uniform officer. McGregor AIMS at Campbell and fires, POINT BLANK. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Campbell is blown back. P.P makes a break for the back exit, but his way is blocked by: THIRTY ARMED/UNIFORM COPS. T.T is also arrested and hurled to the ground. MCGREGOR Is that Godfrey on the floor, how is he? UNIFORMED OFFICER#1 It ain't Godfrey, It's Fleming…and he's… Dead! Shit! MCGREGOR DAMN IT! OUTSIDE BARN Unaware of the death. Another officer, FULLER throws Hawker angrily to the ground and raises a Nightstick. FULLER I'm gonna kill you, you Drug-dealing scum! Surprisingly Hawker LAUGHS! HAWKER Okay, Stefan game's up. Fuller un-cuffs, him and helps him up, they Slap a hi-five! HAWKER Did I do okay? FULLER A-okay, did you swap him his own dodgy money For the drugs? Hawker takes them out of his jacket-pocket. FULLER Ha! HAWKER Well I better see how it went, where's My old partner, shouldn't he be Here, now? FULLER Fleming's in there. BARN Hawker enters. And looks around, happy that the operation has gone smoothly, he sees Campbell dead on the floor. But this doesn't really worry him, as Campbell seemed an evil Sod, so it served him right. But then Matt notices something weird, everyone is walking around, with faces as long as a Giraffe's neck. HAWKER Cheer up, guys! Didn't we do a good enough Job? Hell, it looks like a funeral parlour. Say, Cap'n where's Fleming? McGregor walks over to Hawker, and lies a hand on his shoulder. MCGREGOR Matt, brace yourself for this. HAWKER What? He steps out of the way, and Hawker sees Fleming, DEAD! A neat round bullet hole in his head! CLOSE ON: FLEMING-DEAD. HAWKER (V.O) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… He screams trail off, as we: CUT TO: SNOT-POT PUB U.S.A The Snot-pot is a small and average Pub. By most peoples Standards, a decent sort of place to have a few pints. It's night time and raining, but it's the sort of rain that you can just about deal with, not torrential I mean. Outside the Parking-lot is fairly cramped, showing that this Place is definitely a favoured night-spot for the residents of this place. INSIDE Most of the population, are skinny broads, and their thuggish boyfriends. The barman looks a decent merry kind of guy. Sitting on a stool in front of him is JACK LOCKER, a really tall and brawny guy in his mid 30's. He wears ripped jeans And a Chicago Cubs T-shirt. He is sitting with his back to the bar and his face in a newspaper. The Barman, desperate to quench his thirst for the dying art of conversation speaks to him. BARMAN Haven't seen you here before, are you new? LOCKER What to the area? No. I've been here for a while. BARMAN There was a time once when I knew almost everyone in this part Of Detroit, but that time went long, long Ago. LOCKER Oh. BARMAN Not in talkative mood? LOCKER No, not really. The Barman notices that Locker hasn't been reading the paper all along, and is staring past it at a group of tough-looking yobs. The leader is DAVEY MCGUIRE, a big black dude with dreadlocked hair. He is talking to two other Chinese looking men. In one hand he clutches a HUGE Adidas sports-bag. Something very big and bulky appears to be in it. BARMAN You're a cop aren't you? I can see it, The way you look at that lot. I'd Steer very clear of him. That's Davey McGuire, he comes in here Nearly every night ‘n' causes Trouble. Real trouble I mean, not your Average yob. Some reckon he's into arms Dealing. LOCKER Cop? Me? I'm the opposite. The Barman stares at Locker for a long time, if he's not a cop, then he's something of authority, definitely. Maybe he's an F.B.I agent, or something to do with the armed forces. Or maybe he could just be the opposite. BARMAN Hey, Mr. McGuire, sir. We got a Copper Over here. McGuire turns round, and stares accusing eyes on Locker, who Stares back. MCGUIRE He's a cop alright, one of authority too. Clear Off ya Prick. We don't want your Kind in here, do we Lee? BARMAN No, sir. MCGUIRE And cut the sir crap, it's Man to you! Locker turns to the Barman with a look of misery, it's clear he's trying to suck up to McGuire. The two Chinese guys stretch restlessly in their chairs. McGuire is still looking Locker down. LOCKER Are you bent, or something? MCGUIRE WHAT? LOCKER The way you're looking me down. I Can tell, I can see the burning desire For me in your eyes. I can see it! McGuire is outraged by this, and he WHIPS a GLOCK .45, out of his pocket and aims it at Locker. -BLAM- The bullet, aimed to kill Locker WHIZZES harmlessly past His head and into the wall behind the bar. The Barman, sensing trouble ducks under his bar. Locker YANKS a Walther P9K out of nowhere and aims at McGuire. LOCKER Drop your weapon and stick ya Hands in the air, punk! MCGUIRE Kiss my ass! -BLAM- He fires again, but Locker THROWS himself unceremoniously over the bar and onto the Barman. MCGUIRE Take the weapons, ma little Chinese Dudes. I'll deal with this dickhead Detective. The two Chinese men nod and grab the big bag. Suddenly Locker POPS up and: -BLAM- Sends a bullet McGuire's way, but McGuire KICKS a table Over, and ducks behind it. Locker jumps over the Bar. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- His next shots are aimed at the Chinese men, one is NICKED In the leg, and he COLLAPSES onto the other! McGuire is on his feet firing. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- But Locker SPRINTS very fast, and runs over a table, he then SOMERSAULTS through the air, and KICKS a bottle at McGuire. Meanwhile, the People who were in the bar are all hurrying out, scared out of their brains. -BLAM- McGuire fires again at Locker, but Locker is SAILING through the air, and he lands behind some overturned chairs. McGuire is quick to his feet, and SCANNING the area for Locker. Suddenly the Barman pops up with a SHOTGUN. McGuire doesn't know who the Barman is gonna shoot at, so he WHEELS round and: -BLAM- Lets him have it, The Barman goes flying down and SMASHES into a shelf full of bottles. The Shotgun lands on the bar. This is the chance Locker needs, he can now accuse McGuire for Murder. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Locker pops up and fires multiple shots at McGuire, but the big black man dodges them all, The Chinese guy#1 shouts something. McGuire nods and grabs the Sports-bag, he TEARS out a MINI ROCKET-LAUNCHER! Locker's eyes go wide. He BREAKS free of the chairs. The Chinese men escape through the door, still clutching the bag. Locker RUNS towards the Shotgun, as: -BOOOOOMF- McGuire madly fires the Rocket-Launcher, it isn't exceptionally powerful, but it blows up some of the wall! LOCKER DROP THE ROCKET-LAUNCHER, JACKASS! OR ELSE I KILL YOU! McGuire laughs, this guy's gone psycho. Meanwhile outside we hear sirens. -BOOOOOMF- McGuire's past caring, he DESTROYS the Bar, just as Locker grabs the SHOTGUN and ROLLS to safety. McGuire has run out of ammo, but he tosses the Rocket-Launcher away, and looks around. The Building is on fire, and it looks like a bomb-site. Smoke is rising and soon it'll burn right down. -BOOMF- Suddenly a Shotgun ROUND hits McGuire straight in the stomach and he is SHOT forward and into the wall. Then Locker runs for The door. OUTSIDE PULL BACK: So we see the Pub from a distance, it has been almost ravaged by fire, Squad-cars surround it, and Cops draw guns. One form manages to struggle out of it, that is the form Of: DETECTIVE SERGEANT JACK LOCKER! CUT TO: BRITISH POLICE-STATION MORNING Hawker enters, trying to look calm and collective. He enters An Office-room. Fuller comes up to him. FULLER Matt? What're you doing here? McGregor gave you leave-you Should take it. HAWKER What's the point? Mourning Isn't gonna bring J.J back Is it? Anyway I haven't Come for work, I've come for A transfer! FULLER What? Matt, are you kiddin' Me? You're the best that we Got. Hell, last night you shone In that drugs-raid, Anyway, where's this transfer To? HAWKER America. FULLER Sheesh. What do the wife and Kids think? HAWKER Well the station gives me too Many unhappy memories, y'know The vibe? FULLER Best friend's death? Yeh, I know. HAWKER It's sad, but well-they Don't mind. Especially the kids, They love the idea of going To live in the U.S.A. FULLER Where in the U.S.A? HAWKER Detroit. FULLER Damn it! That's a tough place, Detroit. Are you sure you want Your kids to grow up in that sort Of environment? HAWKER Believe me, Stefan. You don't Know my kids like I do. Anyone who tried to Mug them, would Be sitting with the Devil before they Knew it! FULLER That sounds like your off-spring. HAWKER Oh cheers, anyway I gotta See McGregor. He walks into McGregor's office. As Fuller is Approached by another cop, Tom "DIXIE" Dixon. TOM He's remaining remarkably Cheerful, for some dude who's Just lost his partner and best Friend. FULLER That's what I'm thinking. But He's a hard-ass, Matt is. I know he'll pull through. Not that we'll see him do it. TOM Huh? FULLER He's moving to America. TOM What? FULLER Yeh, on transfer. CUT TO: MCGREGOR'S OFFICE McGregor sits at his desk playing with a sponge-ball, when Hawker enters he quickly hides it. MCGREGOR Matt? What're you doing over Here? HAWKER Well, I thought about the move to America and me and my family-we've Decided to go through with it. MCGREGOR Are you sure, Matt? HAWKER Yeh, I think it's for the best. MCGREGOR Well, it's your life… DISSOLVE TO: OUTSIDE FLAT NUMBER.4-DETROIT It is in a tiny block of Flats in the darker parts of Detroit. Outside it's about mid-day, and people are getting on with their everyday lives. A Homeless Wino is singing "When the saints come marching in…", when some guy walks past, and stubs his cigarette into The Wino's trilby, the Wino immediately gets up to fight, but The Guy with the fag, SMASHES him in the Jaw. And he drops. An old man is taking out his trash, he nods to some guy who's on drugs, but the guy just gives him the finger! YEP THIS IS DEFINIETLY AMERICA! FLAT It would be an okay place, if the current owner didn't actually own it. Fast-food wrappers, and porn magazines litter the floors, and a small Chiwowa is running around yapping. Suddenly an alarm clock goes off. And up jumps, MARIOCHI REEVE, One of the Chinese guys from the Pub, the one who didn't get shot. We can also see the sports-bag in the background. He is about thirty-eight, with long black hair, flat down to his forehead, and a skinny but powerful frame. He wears nothing but boxers. On the bedside table is a small mirror, with the remains of some Crack on it, he had this stuff last night. He then walks to the foot of his bed, and makes sure that the Sports-bag is there, luckily for him it is. He un-zips it, and we get a look at the contents. An M16, the parts of some kind of Sniper-rifle and an assortment of Handguns. Then Reeve heads over to his bed, and lifts the mattress up, underneath it is some Ninja weapons. He nods good, nothing is gone. Now, he decides to go down to the day's chores, but what are they? He begins looking around the room for something, where on Earth did he put that piece of paper? Finally he finds it at looks at it, it reads the three objectives for the day. 1. Ring Todd. 2. Go shopping 3. Avenge McGuire's death. Mm, he thinks. This lot should be easy. Now where could He find Todd's number? He goes towards his phone, a small black tatty instrument and searches round a heap of paper, for an address-book. Finally he finds it, and thumbs through the pages. Where is it? Where is it? Ah-ha, it would be under F, for Franklin. F, F, F. He eventually finds it, and dials the number. SPLITSCREEN: Between Reeve and TODD FRANKLIN, a long and un-healthily thin guy with greasy blonde hair. REEVE Todd, It's me, Reeve. Todd speaks with a hurried Canadian accent. TODD Mariochio? Ah-ha. REEVE What did you want then? TODD Yeh. Well. (Pause) No-one else is there with you, are They? REEVE Aht-ah. Nope. TODD I heard about McGuire's Death and your near escape. Reeve nods, and begins looking for something in a drawer. He can't seem to find it. Finally, he finds a cigarette and lights it. REEVE Sorry about that, anyway. Yeh, I didn't know McGuire too much, And he did seem a bit of a bastard, But I still want to kill that Lunatic cop that killed him. TODD Right, yeh. Whatever. Anyway, as you Enjoy working for me I've got a Job for you…and before you say No, I will personally buy you a New Rocket-Launcher if you do it. REEVE Keep talking. TODD Well I have arranged for some of our…err Photos to be dropped in by a guy named Kurt, he's some American Mafia-associate Thinks he's really tough. Pick the package up Off him. Then waste him. REEVE Why waste him? TODD Because I don't really trust him. Then I want you to give it to Ray, who'll post it on our Site. Of course don't open It. REEVE Which site? We got so many. Where do I meet this Kurt Geezer? TODD At The Raybolt club, y'know in South York street? At Four-fifty- Five on Friday. REEVE D'you think we'll ever get caught? Reeve stubs out his cigarette, then lights A new one. This guy's a chain-smoker. TODD Fuck, man. Don't get jumpy, just ‘cos Some cop almost caught you, and shot Massamo. I promise you, cross my heart And hope to die, that he will be dead By the end of the week. Oh and how Is Massamo? REEVE I don't know, I saw him stumble Away to his apartment late last night, Saying he's okay. But I don't know. This could be the end for him. TODD Well if he wants out, then he ain't Gettin' out, because I want all The guys that I can get. There are a good lot of PAEDOPHILES On the internet, hungry for our works Of art. I need all the guys I can get. A vicious Ring of PAEDOPHILES is gonna Scare cops, they don't wanna Come up against us, they're all scared. Crying with their mummies. REEVE Would you ever kill Massamo? TODD If he tried to escape, then yeh. Of course, dummy. You gotta be Ruthless. REEVE How much will you give me? And is this Kurt Guy gonna charge? TODD Charge? He wouldn't dare charge Me. He knows what I'd do, anyway If you kill him-he won't need any Money. I'll give you two hundred For the job, and five hundred for The drop-off, that's seven hundred Dollars in all, whaddaya think? REEVE You bet. TODD And I'll get ya the Rocker-launcher on top Of it. REEVE Suits me. TODD Actually, the other night. I Was thinking about going into the Business of white gold. I mean, it's A good dishonest living, ain't it? REEVE Crack…oh yeh. TODD It's your favourite isn't it? REEVE Yep. TODD Well I'd better go. REEVE Yeh TODD See ya around. Reeve SLAMS the phone down. He looks at his mirror. He's Out! He doesn't wanna wait till he's paid, he needs Crack now! REEVE Hmmmmm. He goes over to the mirror, and looks at the tiny smudge of crack left. It's not really worth bothering about, he TIPS it into the bin. Then Reeve moves over to the fridge. CUT TO: PLANE TO DETROIT Hawker sits on a seat on a big Jumbo-Jet, rubbing his temples and trying to relax. In the two seats next to him are his kids, TIM and LIZ, Both of them are six-year old trouble-makers. Then next to them is, KITTY, his very attractive blonde-haired wife. KITTY Matt, you really should take something for That headache of yours. HAWKER I'll be okay. KITTY I hear this every time you have a Headache, then an hour later you're In bed, writhing around wishing you'd Taken something. HAWKER Well I can't get into bed on here. So I'll be okay. TIM Will you carry a gun when you Go as a cop in America, Dad? HAWKER Yes, and unless you wanna Be my first choice for target Practice then shut up. LIZ Tim, you bastard, get off my Gameboy! KITTY Liz! Where d'you learn such words? LIZ/TIM Daddy! KITTY Oh no you don't! Your father is a Responsible adult, you'd never see Him swear like that! HAWKER Shut the Fuck up kids! Both kids laugh, Kitty just GROANS. TIM Err, mum? KITTY Yes? TIM Is it true that you go like A rabbit? KITTY WHAT!?! LIZ That's what daddy said, when he Was talking To a friend from work. KITTY (Quietly) Oh that man! HAWKER CAN YOU LOT JUST SHUT UP! They decide that it's time to be quiet. And Hawker closes His eyes, and is just revelling in the silence when: CAPTAIN (Through Radio) (LOUD) Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking we are now half an Hour away from Detroit national airport. Captain out. Then there's an awfully high-pitched BLEEP. Hawker GROANS. In the seat in front of Tim sits a very fat man. Tim keeps hitting his chair, and the Fat man turns round. FAT MAN ‘Scuse me, little ‘un. D'you mind not doin' that, I'm try'na sleep. TIM Shut up Donkey-Fucker! Or else My Daddy will beat you up! LIZ Yeh, he said you were a fat old Jackass. FAT MAN Which one's your dad? Liz and Tim both point to Hawker, who is facing the other Way. The Fat man braces himself. -POW- His fist flies and connects HARD with the end of Hawker's nose, Hawker flies forward, and SMASHES against the seat in front. Where an old-woman sits, she turns round and CRACKS him over the head with a walking-stick. OLD-WOMAN You awful little man! HAWKER What did I do? ACT TWO "NEW JOB" DETROIT-TWO DAYS LATER It is raining hard, very hard in fact in Detroit today. A dog walks along the pavement and has a crap, then it proceeds to devour it. One side of the road we can see about five shops. Two Punks walk out of the Arcade and stumble down the road. The Punks are sticking their middle fingers up at all the people in the cars which WHIZZ by. Suddenly a really cool vehicle shoots down the road, it is a Monster-Truck, it is painted black and decorated with evil Looking serpents. MONSTER-TRUCK Hawker is driving it. He looks a lot better than he did on the plane. And he wears a brand-new suit. But Hawker can't seem to get his tie right. He keeps pulling it up and down, but it just won't go. RADIO Hello this is Dangly D'Do. And this is Radio Dic, for Northern Detroit. The only Radio station for Homosexual, Alien Satan-worshippers in Detroit! Hawker turns the radio off. Finally he manages to sort his tie out, then he scratches his back, and turns his attention to the road. HAWKER New job here I come. Suddenly the phone rings. -DRING-DRING- Hawker puts his cell-phone onto "handsfree". HAWKER Hello? TIM Daddy, you're a dickhead! KITTY (B.G) Tim! They argue in whispers for a minute then: TIM Good luck, daddy. HAWKER Thanks. LIZ I hope you do okay, Dadster. HAWKER Dadster? That's a good one. KITTY Matt, good luck. And invite your partner and his/her Family round for tea, won't you? HAWKER Yeh, yeh whatever. Bye. KITTY Bye. TIM/LIZ Daddy, don't masturbat… Hawker hangs up. HAWKER Coarse little Bastards. POLICE STATION Hawker DANGEROUSLY swerves into the car-park, and RAMS A BMW into a tree-trunk! Hawker looks out the window and shrugs. Then he gets out, tightens his tie. And walks into the Station. INSIDE POLICE STATION Hawker enters and looks around, it seems an okay sort of place. He looks at the reception-desk. The receptionist, LILY, a small girl with curly-blonde hair is engrossed in a book entitled "DEATH OF THE WEREWOLF". She looks up and sees him. LILY Oh, hello. Didn't see you come in. HAWKER Hi. I'm Detective Sergeant Matthew Hawker. LILY Oh, hello Mr. Hawker. HAWKER Call me Matt, please. LILY I'm Lily, Lily Washington. You'll hear a lot about me, but Most of them ain't true. HAWKER Okay. LILY The new British recruit, aren't you? HAWKER Yeh. LILY Yes. Well, Lieutenant Jackson wants To see you. HAWKER Sure. Is he grouchy? LILY Nah, he's one of the nicest guys you Could ever wanna Meet. Hawker gives her the thumbs-up, then goes into the Office. OFFICE Hawker looks around, and sees loads of officers milling around the place, all of them are armed. This seems unusual to him, and he feels kind of left out. Some of the Cops stare at Hawker, as if determining his sexuality, he gives them the finger. They exchange a grin. Hawker walks to the door, when SUDDENLY: IT BURSTS OPEN IN HIS FACE, and LIEUTENANT A. JACKSON, a huge guy with a really big afro jumps on him! JACKSON Hi, ma lil' man. How y'all doin'? Everyone laughs, Hawker raises his eyebrow. JACKSON'S OFFICE Jackson sits down at his desk, and shoves his feet On it, dirtying up some important-looking documents. JACKSON Well, Mr. Hawker, always nice to see Two English faces. HAWKER Two? JACKSON Yeh, Locker's English too. Hawker pulls up another chair, and slouches down on it. HAWKER Oh. JACKSON Well, I'll get one of my officers to take you down To the armoury. And we'll sort you outa Gun. HAWKER I've done workshops in… JACKSON Who gives a Fuck? Hawker shrugs, he likes this guy. HAWKER This is my first time in The U.S.A. JACKSON Well, ma Brother, you gonna Enjoy it. HAWKER Good. Jackson shuffles in his seat. JACKSON Well, Detroit ain't the Best place in America, but it certainly Is one of the most interesting. Hell yeah. Y'know, I shot six Guys in one day once. Wasn't that Cool? HAWKER You bet. JACKSON I like you, man. Anyway, you're going with Locker. You'll like him, he's a respectable Geezer. Dead-shot with a gun. If he was called Dick, we'd call him Dead-eye dick! He dials a number on his telephone. JACKSON Can you bring Detective Sgt. Locker in Please? LILY I'll try and find him. JACKSON Righto, baby. LILY Sir! JACKSON Sorry, girl. He puts the phone down. HAWKER Is Locker the British guy? JACKSON Y'all bet yo', Fucking motherFucking Ass, he is. HAWKER Cheers. LILY (PHONE) I got Locker here, sir. I'll send him in. JACKSON One other thing . . . (Hawker turns to him) Detroit's a dangerous place, it ain't Like Britain, I just want ya to Know that. Hawker thinks for a moment. HAWKER I'll be real careful. JACKSON Err, about your partner, I'm sorry. HAWKER Fleming was a good-guy, he didn't Deserve to die. JACKSON (nodding) Well, I don't wanna sound psycho, but that's Life and ya just gotta except it, that These things do happen, even if we Don't want ‘em to. HAWKER I know that. JACKSON Locker's working on a new case, just Try and help him as much as ya can. And remember, if you're dealing With an armed suspect, don't hesitate Just blow his head off. HAWKER Yes sir. JACKSON One other thing, it's man, Not sir. They see Locker outside the office. And Hawker Exits. MAIN OFFICE Hawker comes out, of the door and stares at Locker. JACKSON Locker, man. Take good care of His British-ass, and sort him Out a Gun. LOCKER Yes, man. Locker stares at Hawker, who stares back. Both of them Stare wildly, as if they are about to kill each other. ACT THREE LOCK MEETS HAWK-LOCKHAWK Then suddenly they shake hands, and immediately we Know these two are gonna get on well. Locker clears his throat. LOCKER Hey, I'm Jack Locker. I'm British too. HAWKER Matt Hawker. LOCKER Well we'd better get you a Gun, then I'll show you around Town. HAWKER What've you got? LOCKER Walther P9K. He opens his jacket, and we can see it sitting comfortably in It's holster. GUN-ROOM It is a rather small dimly-lit room, on the walls we can see shotguns and Rifles of all sorts. By them are some trophies, for target shooting. Locker CLICKS A light on, then points to a big glass-case. It is full of Handguns. Locker finds some keys hidden under a stool, and unlocks it. LOCKER Pick one, any one. Hawker looks at the guns, they're good. He fiddles around in the case, trying to find something he wants. Then he finds a: A MAGNUM .44 REVOLVER! Locker licks his lips. LOCKER Name: Colt Anaconda. Material: Stainless Steel. Finish: Brushed. Action: Single/Double. Calibre: Magnum .44 Capacity: Six Rounds. Barrel length: 8" and 6" Hammer: Target. Trigger: Serrated, Target. Front sight: Red ramp Back sight: White outline adjustable. Sight radius: 9/3 4" Grips: Rubber compact type. Weight: 59 oz. Overall Length: 13 5/8 11 5/8. Safety: Transfer bar. Additional features: Drilled and Tapped. Ported 8 barrel. Hawker is stunned, this guy sure knows his guns. Hawker looks down at the Anaconda, and grips it hard. HAWKER Hell, you certainly know Your guns! LOCKER My hobby. Right, d'you want A Shoulder-holster, or a waist Holster? HAWKER I'll try a shoulder-holster. Locker nods, and reaches up onto a high shelf, and he Pulls a brown leather shoulder-holster off it. Hawker takes off his jacket, and fits it on, then he Places the mighty Revolver in it. And puts his jacket back on. LOCKER D'you like revolvers then? HAWKER Yeh. Locker pulls out his Walther P9K. LOCKER When you get a new gun, it always feels Like something extra, something you Don't need-or want. But soon when You have it next to you for about Nine hours a day, you realize that It's more than a gun, it becomes a Friend, I mean hell-if you can't Trust your gun, then who can You trust? HAWKER D'you trust that? LOCKER I live by it. HAWKER Okay… LOCKER Well I suppose I'd better just get You some ammo, then we'll go to Reception and fill in a few forms- Then I'll take you to the target Range, and we can try out your New piece of hardware. HAWKER Captain Jackson, said you were working On a new case? LOCKER Yeh. Child Pornography, run by A ring of PAEDOPHILES, haven't Got much, as yet. Detroit doesn't Seem to be that loud when it comes To talking about crime. HAWKER Ever shot anyone? LOCKER Are you kidding? HAWKER No. LOCKER I've shot loads of people, all of them Deserved it. You'll get the hang of It. It's an okay pastime. Really it Is. Like the other night, I blew away Some guy who was firing at me with a Rocket-launcher. HAWKER Shit. Locker leads Hawker out of the room, and they head through The main office and to reception. Hawker holds the handle of his gun, HARD. TARGET RANGE-SOON CLOSE UP ON: Two hands clutching a Smith & Wesson revolver in a vice Grip. -BLAM- CLOSE UP ON: Target of a man, a neat hole appears in his Forehead. The cardboard cut-out drops. PULL BACK: TO REVEAL: Hawker and Locker standing behind MACHINE GUN MICKEY, a big blonde-haired guy, he is the shooter of the gun. He looks, to the innocent observer, little more than a psycho. LOCKER That's Mickey Fox, otherwise known as Machine-gun Mickey. He's MEANT to have obliterated twenty Drug-addicts with One clip of an Uzi. Whether or not it's true I dunno. But that guy, I swear to God is a psycho. HAWKER Right. MICKEY You must be the new guy? HAWKER Yeh. Detective Sergeant Matt Hawker. He holds out a hand to shake, Mickey turns and walks away. Hawker turns to Locker. LOCKER He doesn't believe in friendship. HAWKER I noticed. Hawker walks over to an empty booth, and presses a red Button, a target of a guy with an assault-rifle Pops up. -BLAM-BLAM- Hawker fires twice, and the target shudders. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- He spends six rounds on it, and it is almost blown off the fragile railing that holds it up. LOCKER I can see you've shot a gun before. HAWKER My dad used to own a gunshop. LOCKER Oh right. Anyway, let's see how you Done. Hawker presses the retrieve button. And the target comes sailing back at them. Locker looks at it. CLOSE UP ON: THE TARGET, FIVE BULLETS ARE IN THE HEAD, AND THE OTHER BULLET IS IN THE GROIN AREA. LOCKER Nice. HAWKER Your turn. Locker takes out his Walther, and steps up to another booth, at the press of a button a target pops up. It is that of a man with two Uzis, Locker takes aim and: -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- He fires six shots, the Target shakes. Hawker presses the retrieve button, and it comes back. HAWKER Why only fire six? LOCKER Just to be fair. I thought I'd fire the same as you. CLOSE UP ON: THE TARGET. FIVE BULLETS ARE IN THE HEAD AND ONE IS IN THE GROIN. HAWKER Copycat. LOCKER It's just greatness if you ask me. HAWKER You got a family? LOCKER Yep, a wife and a kid. Oh, I live Next door to you. Did you know that? HAWKER What? LOCKER You live at three aidley common, am I right? HAWKER Yeh. LOCKER I live at four Aidley common! Hawker nods. HAWKER Well my wife wants you to come round for Dinner tonight, d'you mind? LOCKER Sure, whatever. HAWKER Good. My wife's cooking is heavenly. LOCKER It better be, I don't eat shit. He presses a button again, and another target pops up. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- It drops. He pops another up. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM It also drops. Then he takes out the magazine, And SLAMS a fresh one in. HAWKER How old's your kid? LOCKER Sixteen. His name is Joe. HAWKER Will he be coming round? LOCKER Should be. CUT TO: MONSTER TRUCK Locker is at the wheel, while Hawker sits on the passenger's Seat, inspecting his Anaconda. LOCKER I'm glad we took your set of wheels. This thing's a mighty smooth ride for What it is. HAWKER I know. LOCKER I bet your kids love it. HAWKER Hell yeh, they often go for a drive In it. LOCKER Adults, are they? HAWKER No they're both six. Locker grins. Hawker grins too, he knows what he's thinking. Locker then produces a packet of Cigars. LOCKER Want one? HAWKER Nah, don't smoke. I gave up six years Ago, when the kids were born. LOCKER I'm limited to one a day. HAWKER Fuck, and you actually stay To it? LOCKER Yeh. Suddenly the Radio crackles into life, startling both Of them. LILY (RADIO) We got an incident at the Bronx Bridge, Passers-by have reported seeing a white Female being allegedly raped by two black Thugs, anyone copy? Locker turns to Hawker, Hawker nods. Locker grabs The radio and shouts into it. LOCKER We're on it. LILY (RADIO) Right. Hawker rolls down the window and takes out a siren, he then wires it up onto the roof, and it begins blinking and going ahead. Locker pushes the Monster-truck to it's top speed, and it goes RACING down the road. HAWKER Off we go. BRONX BRIDGE The Monster-truck swerves into the bridge, and both officers leap out, drawing their guns. OLD WOMAN Are you policemen? HAWKER Yeh, are you the one who reported This crime? OLD WOMAN I believe I am sonny. They're over there, still At it. Locker begins running across the bridge, Hawker starts after them, but then turns back and sees that the old woman is the one from the plane. Then he runs after Locker. As Locker runs he spits the Cigar out of his mouth and stamps it out. HAWKER Don't think I've forgotten you. You Were the old cow on the plane who hit Me for no reason. OLD WOMAN Why you… Hawker turns and runs after Locker, sprinting as fast As he can. We can see the two Black-Thugs, they finish with the woman, Then NICK her HANDBAG. RAPED WOMAN Help! Police! LOCKER Don't worry, we're here. Now where did they go? RAPED WOMAN (Crying) Oh, oh, over there. LOCKER STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW, PUNKS! THUG#1 Fuck you! Hawker stops at the Woman, while Locker runs on. HAWKER Are you okay? WOMAN No it's my leg, argh! I can't Feel it! HAWKER Right. He grabs his radio and shouts into it. HAWKER Hi, Lily. We've got a woman here on Bronx Bridge, she's just been raped and robbed, And I think she's got a broken leg, get An ambulance over here will you? LILY (RADIO) Sure thing. She cuts off. Hawker turns to the Old Lady. HAWKER Hey, Miss. Can you take care of her till The Ambulance, I just need to help My partner. OLD LADY Of course, sonny. But not ‘cos You want me to, ‘cos she's injured. Hawker shrugs, whatever. Then he YANKS out his Anaconda, and Chases after Locker and the two thugs. BACK ALLEY Locker is in heavy pursuit after the thugs, one of them runs up some firestairs, but the other runs on. Locker can't decide which way to go, finally he decides to leg It after the one who's still running. The thug turns round, SHIT! That cop's still following him. What can he do? THUG#2 Piss off, you white tub of Shit! This infuriates Locker, and we see a side to him that we've never seen before-A MAD MUSCLE-BOUND VIGLIANTE LAW-ENFORCER. LOCKER Bring it on, asshole! He HOLSTERS his gun. LOCKER C'mon, one on one. No guns. THUG#2 Kiss my ass, punk. I'd Rather shag a Donkey. Locker begins running with new and enforced energy, pushing His body to the limits. THUG#1 That's it, Terry. Run, that big White bastard will soon run out of Gas, he's so fat and ugly. THUG#2 Yeh, Tony, you're right. -BLAM- Without even looking Locker, puts his gun-hand behind his Back and fires at Thug#1, the bullet hits him in the leg. And he falls down the stairs, clutching it. LOCKER Wrong, asshole! Thug#2 looks behind him, Uht-oh. This guy is crazy, then Suddenly he has an idea. Locker sees Thug#2 VAULT over a green gate. And run into Some field. Locker shrugs, and in true cop-fashioned KICKS the gate down and runs straight into a: KIDDIES PLAYGROUND! All the kids look up, and see the big, muscular cop RACING after the black thug. And all of them give the thug the finger! LOCKER THAT'S IT KIDS! THUG#2 Little bastards. LOCKER Hey, you. Come and fight like a man. I won't waste a bullet on you. Come one! Come one! The Thug, an obvious coward just continues running. Locker starts to get a stitch, but he ignores it. ALLEY Hawker comes RACING down it, and runs straight into Thug#1. He Aims his gun at him, but Thug#1 fights like a cornered rat, Despite his leg injury. Hawker tries to arrest him, but he Kicks the gun from his hand, and WHIPS out a SWITCHBLADE! He flicks the Blade up, then runs at Hawker, who meets him head-on with no FEAR what so ever! The Thug THWIZZELS the Blade through the air, then brings it Down on Hawker's head, but then he realizes that Hawker's Head has disappeared, suddenly Hawker comes from behind him, but The Thug LASHES out, and hits Hawker in the jaw. Hawker staggers, but brings his right-hand up, in a STAGGERING UPPER-CUT, and the Switchblade goes flying, and smashes into a wall. The Thug kicks Hawker in the chest, then he grabs the Switchblade, but before he can swing it: -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Four bullets RATTLE into his chest and he CRASHES to the floor, dead. Hawker looks up, and sees Machine-Gun Mickey, with his Smith & Wesson smoking in his hand. Behind him is his partner, a nerdy Italian-American, MARIO MORRIS. HAWKER Gee! Thanks. But was there any need To kill him? MICKEY Yeh. MARIO Is he dead? MICKEY He took four bullets in the chest, not much Chance of him surviving that, is there You prick. MARIO Juzt check him, will you Mr…? MICKEY That's a cop you're talking to. MARIO I ain't ever seen him. MICKEY Perhaps, that's because he's The new guy, dickhead! Mario holds his hand out, and Hawker shakes it. MARIO Welcome, I'm Sgt. Mario Morris. This is my… HAWKER We've already met. Mickey kneels down next to The Thug, and feels his pulse, But he's Stone-cold-dead. MICKEY He's long gone. KIDDIES PLAYGROUND Thug#2 suddenly drops to his knees, he has a stitch. Locker closes in on him. But Thug#2 takes out a SWITCHBLADE just Like the one the Dead Thug had. Locker just shakes his head, and Tosses his Walther P9K in the air. Then he catches it by the barrel and SMASHES the butt of it Down onto Thug#2's head, his eyes cross and he drops, unconscious. ALLEY The body is being loaded into a black body-bag, when suddenly Locker appears, dragging the unconscious Thug#2 behind him. Hawker sees him, and Locker winks at him. CUT TO: RAYBOLT CLUB-PARKING LOT A Pink Cadillac pulls into the tiny Parking-lot for the Raybolt club, a seedy place on the wrong side of town. Reeve is driving, and he looks straight forward with an air of menace. A cigarette dangles from his mouth as he stops the car. He then slips a dull grey Baseball cap over his head. And gets out, then surveys the car-park. There are a few cars there, but not as many as there will be at night-time. He looks at the fading electric sign: "THE RAYBOLT CLUB The best All-day club this Side of America". Reeve smirks, this place definitely isn't. He takes a cell-phone from his trouser-pocket and dials a number. SPLIT SCREEN Reeve and Todd. TODD Talk. REEVE Todd, it's me. I'm at the Club. TODD And, have you got the package? REEVE No, I've only just got here. TODD Well hurry up and get the damn thing! He hangs up. Reeve looks around, is anyone watching? He finally decides NO. Then locks the car and heads into the club. RAYBOLT CLUB Reeve enters and looks around at the smoky little club. Girls lap-dance, and Hip-hop music BLARES out of amplifiers. The owner of the club, DON VON, looks at him and nods. Reeve is a regular. Reeve takes out his Cigarette stubb and Stubbs it out into a small green glass ashtray, labelled "HEINEKEN". Then the Chinese/American surveys the area, looking for anyone with a package. Don Von approaches him. DON VON There's a guy who came in for you about Twenty minutes ago, he said he'd meet You in the bathroom-it's important. REEVE The bathroom? Don Von nods, Reeve utters something which sounds like "cheers", then heads towards a small door named "MENS". MENS TOILETS Reeve enters, and finds KURT ROBBINS, a tall young guy With long blonde hair sniffing Crack off a mirror. When he sees Reeve enter, he pulls himself up. KURT Are you Reeve? REEVE Are you Kurt? KURT Yeh, I brought the package for you. Mighty dang heavy it is too. He shows a light-brown parcel to Reeve. REEVE D'you know my boss, Todd? KURT Yeh-we met in Gaol together. REEVE Into Crack I see. KURT Man, I couldn't live wit' out it. REEVE Mighty addictive stuff, I know I sniff too. KURT Yeah. Who d'you get yours from? Suddenly Reeve remembers, he's gotta kill this Guy. As Kurt waits for the reply, Reeve lights a cigarette. REEVE Want one? KURT Nah, I do everything but smoke. REEVE D'you know what's in the package? KURT Yep, photos and one hundred percent pure White gold… Heroin! REEVE (To himself) Heroin? KURT You said it. Reeve takes the parcel off Kurt, and is deep in thought Until Kurt interrupts him. KURT That stuff is beautiful. I can tell you, it's the Best thing ever created. REEVE Never had Heroin. KURT Want to try some? REEVE I don't think I'm meanna open It. KURT Todd strict is he? REEVE No, not compared to some of the People that I've met. KURT Meet a lot of thugs, do you? REEVE Kill a lot too. Reeve tucks the parcel into his sports-jacket, then Decides not to kill Kurt, and turns to go, but Kurt Stops him. KURT Money? Reeve looks surprised, what money? REEVE Whaddaya mean? Todd said this was gonna Be free. Kurt looks pissed. KURT Well if that's the case… He DIGS a SILENCED SOCOM PISTOL out his pocket, and Fires twice. -POP-POP- Reeve falls to one knee, clutching his stomach. But He tears a Butterfly Knife* out of his jacket. (*……… This is a butterfly knife, it is a Ninja weapon.) Reeve SMASHES Kurt in the gut with a KARATE KICK, then DOUBLES him over with two quick blows to the face, Kurt smashes into a sink. And he drops his Silencer, and it SCUTTLES across the floor and underneath a chair. Reeve then attacks him with the Butterfly knife, the two of them fall over each other fighting, but finally Reeve kills Kurt with the knife And grabs his parcel, then DRAGS himself out of the Bathroom. (After picking up the Silencer, of course). CUT TO: LOCKER'S HOUSE Locker's CHOPPER motorbike SCREECHES into the driveway and SWERVES right in front of the Garage. Then he tears off his helmet and gets off it. INSIDE LOCKER Joe, I'm home. He listens for a minute, but there is no reply, immediately this worries him, he looks round for a note or something. But there's nothing. Suddenly he hears a LOUD GROAN from upstairs. He WHIPS his Walther out and RUSHES onto: THE STAIRS He takes them two at a time, till he reaches the landing. LOCKER JOE? JOE? He hears two more loud GROANS from the bathroom, he KNOCKS on it. LOCKER Let me in! Who's there? He takes a step back and: -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Blows the door open and it falls inwards. BATHROOM He HURTLES forwards into the room, and rolls across the floor, then he gets up and sees: JOE, HIS SON LYING IN THE BATH, HUGGING AND KISSING ANOTHER MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOCKER (Can't believe it) (Pushed for words) Joe! In my bathroom! You're bent? JOE I prefer to be called "Sexually Correct". LOCKER Fuck yeh. JOE Buzz off, dad. LOCKER'S FRONT GARDEN The door FLIES open, and he is holding Joe's boyfriend by the air. LOCKER Do it in my bathroom, will you? -WHAM- He sends The poor kid SOARING face-first into the lawn, and he eats dirt. LOUNGE Joe is sitting on the sofa, as Locker paces about amazed. LOCKER So since when have you been bent? JOE Sexually Correct. LOCKER Whatever. JOE Since I was Ten years old. I've had numerous Boyfriends, but Bradley-the boy you just Threw out was my best. I especially enjoyed The sex. LOCKER I just don't believe you. I really Don't. JOE You mean you're homophobic, dad? LOCKER Did I say that? Look a man comes home to his house, and Finds his son Fucking another kid in his Own bathtub, do you expect me to smile And say "Carry on son?". No, exactly. Now I'm gonna have to buy a new bath. JOE Why? LOCKER Don't kid with me, you Know why. JOE Oh, and a new door. LOCKER Well I'm always buying new doors, But that's besides the point… JOE Exactly. Listen, father, you're Just too jumpy. Locker holds his hand up, silencing him. Then he thinks For a moment. Joe is rather panicky, he wonders what he can say. Then Suddenly he comes up with something. Locker is still think of what to do. JOE Dear, father, why don't you Take the Homosexual way Of life? LOCKER I'm just thinking of how I can Break it to your mother. Joe makes a slight jerky poof-like movement, then gets up And turns on the T.V. LOCKER Fucking in my bathtub. Huh! Can't believe it. JOE What? Did you want to be the first To do it? LOCKER Oh I have my son, and I done it the Proper way. JOE Father, you disgust me. Locker suddenly smiles slightly. Joe catches his Smile, and hopes that he's cheered up. LOCKER If I hadn't have, you wouldn't Exist. Joe almost chokes on his own tongue. JOE Ugh. Joe changes channel on the T.V. LOCKER You're grounded for two years. JOE Bu… LOCKER Ah, don't say anything! Locker gets up and walks into the kitchen, then Arrives with a cup of Coffee. Joe smiles at him. JOE May I have a cup, dear father. Locker just drinks his coffee and looks straight ahead. LOCKER Fucking make it yourself. I'm not You Fucking slave! JOE That's what I'm meanna say! LOCKER Well Fucking say it then. JOE Father, will you stop swearing? LOCKER Stop putting that stupid accent on, it's Really pissing me off. JOE Hmmm, dad my old pal. I never knew that You looked so good. Locker puts his head in his hands. LOCKER I can't believe it! Being flirted with by my Own son! JOE I know, great isn't it? LOCKER No. It isn't! Now when's your mother coming home? JOE About six. LOCKER What's the time now? JOE Five-thirty. LOCKER Well, we're going to my new partner's House at Six-thirty for dinner. You coming? JOE You bet'cha. Is he married, your Partner? LOCKER Yes, and with two kids. Joe suddenly smiles. JOE What day is it today, dad? LOCKER First of April, why? Joe starts laughing, suddenly Locker turns On him. LOCKER OH NO! OH NO! JOE APRIL FOOL! Father and son hug. JOE HA! GOT YOU THERE, DAD OLD FOOL! LOCKER So you mean you're straight? JOE Yeh. LOCKER YOU LITTLE BASTARD! He chases Joe up the stairs and out of sight. HAWKER'S HOUSE It is a nice rather posh place. Showing that Hawker knows When and when not to spend his money. -DING-DONG- The doorbell rings. Hawker appears from the kitchen and opens the door, Locker enters first and hands him a bottle of Wine. And a box of Budweiser. HAWKER Thanks, man. Behind him is his wife, TINA, a pretty black woman of about 33. Behind her is Joe. Hawker shakes Tina's hand. Then nods to Joe. TINA Err, I'll go and help Mrs.Hawker with the dinner. HAWKER Right. TIM (V.O) Yo, Mum you knobless Fuck get in here. KITTY (V.O) Sort your kids out, Matt! HAWKER Okay, love. Hawker and Locker enter the lounge, and see Tim And Liz on the sofa watching porn. HAWKER Kids, will you two stop Fucking swearing? I don't know where the Fuck you get all This words on, d'you Jack? He turns to Locker, but Locker just smiles and steps back. He knows who the kids get it off-Their own father. HAWKER Anyway, come into the end-room, I'll Show you my gun collection. END ROOM LOCKER Is it a good collection? HAWKER Hell, yeh. Hawker takes out his wallet, and takes a key out. He unlocks the door, and CLICKS on a light. END-ROOM HAWKER I won't keep my work-gun in here, Because I just wanna Be able to get it whenever I Want…know what I mean? LOCKER Same here. HAWKER Well here they are. The room has a variety of Shotguns wired onto the wall, and some rifles on the other wall. Also there are a few sporting handguns. Hawker takes a Greener GP shotgun and shows it to Locker. HAWKER This is my favourite. I go hunting With this. LOCKER I got better guns than this. HAWKER You got a collection? LOCKER Yeh. HAWKER It obviously would be better, because You can buy virtually everything In America-without a licence! LOCKER Great place, isn't it? HAWKER Detroit seems a bit rundown to Me. LOCKER It is. But if you live in The better places like this, Then it's okay. KITTY (V.O) BOYS, DINNER! Both men exit, lock the door, then we hear them walking Down the hallway. DINNER-TABLE Kitty has put on quite a spread, and everyone is tucking Into it. The two women natter, as do the men, while Joe Teaches new rude words to the kids. JOE Go on, say it to him, Liz. Liz laughs then says: LIZ Daddy, have your balls dropped Yet! LOCKER JOE! JOE Sorry dad. LOCKER It's okay, kiddo. Anyway, as I was saying Jimmy steps outa the lift, wearing this bra And I'm just like… Suddenly the phone rings. HAWKER I'll get it. He walks over to the phone, and picks the receiver up, As he does so, he puts the phone on AMPLYFY. The voice on the phone, is clearly (to us) Todd's Voice. HAWKER Hello? TODD Is this Matt Hawker? HAWKER Yep. TODD You have two children. Am I right? Tim is small with freckles and blonde Hair and Liz is the same size with Black hair? HAWKER Yeh, listen jackass what is this All about. TODD They attend Kindergarten am I right? HAWKER Yes, listen what is this all About? TODD Nothing. Nothing. Just Watch your mail. Todd hangs up. Suddenly there's a CLANG, and everyone turns to the letter-box, a PETROL BOMB is being posted through it. HAWKER GET THAT THING OUTA HERE! Locker SHOOTS forwards, and grabs the BOMB, then With a quick swivel of his hips he tosses it through the Window. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMF Hawker opens and drawer and finds his ANACONDA, Him and Locker Burst through the door and see a man (Massamo) running away. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Hawker keeps firing, but Massamo jumps into a Light Blue van and Starts the ENGINE, but it won't start. LOCKER Quick, let's get my Bike. HAWKER Good idea. Both of them race onto Locker's lawn, and they jump on his Chopper bike. Meanwhile the Van starts up. Locker takes out his Walther P9K and -BLAM- Fires at the Van, he hits the wheel and it VIOLENTLY SCREECHES Into a hedge, but continues going. HAWKER C'mon catch the Fucking arsonist. LOCKER I'm trying, I'm trying. HAWKER Well try harder, you lazy Fucker! LOCKER Fuck's sake, man keep your hair on! Massamo ROLLS down the window of the van, and LEVELS a 9mm on the two cops. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- LOCKER He's a crap shot. HAWKER Just get after him, Pronto! LOCKER HEY YOU! IN THE VAN! PULL OVER! MASSAMO Kiss my ass, American pig. The Chopper RATTLES down the road after Massamo, Hawker is loading his Magnum .44. Locker pulls the bike level with the Van, and aims his P9K, but Massamo SWERVES across the road into them, and The Chopper SCREECHES across the road, and SPINS madly, Hawker is sent flying into the road, while Locker jumps onto the wing-mirror of the Van. LOCKER You're paying for my bike, Dick-wad. MASSAMO No. LOCKER Well feel my Wrath. MASSAMO What Wrath? The Van skids across the road, and the wing mirror almost SNAPS, it TURNS into the windscreen. Locker does a 360, through the air, and lands onto the roof Of the van. MASSAMO Get off, you fool! Hawker manages to get up, and sees the van SPEEDING away from him, with Locker hanging onto the roof. His first instinct is to jump on the Chopper and follow- And that's just exactly what he does. HAWKER Locker watch out! He's trying to buck You off. LOCKER Don't panic, I've got it under control. He smoothly takes out his Walther P9K, and crawls along the Top of the Van. VAN Massamo is panicking now, the attempted arson attack didn't Work, and now some crazy jackass with a gun is crawling along The roof of his van, trying to kill him. Suddenly he Hears a: -VROOOM- And looks into his remaining wing-mirror to see Hawker RACING down the road after him. MASSAMO This is not good! He looks at his windscreen and sees the huge spider-web crack that Locker made, damn it's big! MASSAMO GET OFF OF MY VAN YOU CRAZY BRITISH-ASSHOLE! Suddenly Locker POPS up in front of him, he's upside down, and this shocks Massamo greatly! ROAD Hawker is going so fast, that when he hits a can that some litterbug has dropped into the middle of the road he is Propelled into the air, and goes SCREECHING across the top of The van, then he DROPS down and SMASHES STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN ON THE BIKE! MASSAMO IS SENT FLYING AND THE VAN SMASHES INTO A SIGN-POST! Locker lands on top of the smashed sign post, and Hawker and the bike are on the hard-shoulder, meanwhile the semi-destroyed van Is on it's side, Massamo crawls out of the DESTROYED windscreen and onto the hard, cold road. LOCKER Stop in the name of the law jackass, Or else I will be forced to blow your Head clean off your shoulders and Scoop the remains into a bucket And feed them to my pet-goldfish. Massamo thinks for a minute then continues running. Locker gets up, and aims. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Massamo is neither hit or put-off by Locker's bullets and he continues running, till he is consumed by the night. HAWKER Shit, he got away. LOCKER That's the thing with criminals, they Always do. C'mon let's check the Insides of this van. Hawker and Locker get on their feet, shakily and head over to The van, it is lying on it's side totally trashed. Hawker grabs the door-handle and gives it a MASSIVE TUG, but It won't open. So Locker helps and finally it does open. ACT FOUR "WHAT TO DO WITH 100 % PURE HEROIN" CUT TO: RAY'S PLACE RAY MATHERSON, a big square-jawed guy of about fifty, and FRANK CREBOLD, a big flat-face guy also of 50, sit in Ray's small junky house. Waiting For Reeve to come. Suddenly the phone rings. RAY Hello? Are you on your way over? (listens) Finally. Yeh. Bye. He hangs up. FRANK Is Reeve gonna come or not Then? RAY Yeh, he wouldn't say why he Was so late. But still, At least he's okay. FRANK D'you think he's opened the Package? RAY Damn it, Frank. Reeve is just a Transporter. He's never opened Any of the packages before, So why should he do it now? FRANK Well, look are we still doing The Porno website, or are We gonna do drugs instead from Now on? RAY How the hell should I know. Todd's the boss. FRANK Fuck Todd, he's just a Big jackass who hasn't Learnt to do anything For his bloody self. That's all Todd is. RAY So? He pays our bills doesn't He? KNOCK, KNOCK. Someone's at the door, Ray answers it. Reeve enters, he has the package under one arm, and we can clearly see the Butterfly knife in his pocket His eyes are bloodshot, and he looks like he's been to hell And back. RAY'S PAD Reeve stumbles into the house and SLAMS the package onto the Desk, they cold-eyes the two. Both of them look rather nervous, and Frank grabs a Colt .45 from a drawer and SLIDES it into his pocket. REEVE Here. He hands it to them. FRANK So, err, how's it hanging? Silence. RAY Come into the kitchen, and Have a coffee, you look As if you need it. KITCHEN Reeve slips in and sits down on an old wooden chair. Ray sits next to him, while Frank busies himself making some Coffee. Reeve takes out his Butterfly knife and lies it on the Table. RAY What the hell is that? REEVE A butterfly knife, a Martial-arts weapon. RAY Never seen it before. REEVE Y'know, today I broke an oath Of mine, a promise. I opened The package. Frank and Ray freeze-SHIT! Frank's hand SLIDES into The pocket where his .45 is. RAY Oh. REEVE Oh, in deed. FRANK Err, two sugars or one? REEVE None. FRANK Oh . . . Suddenly Ray realizes that Reeve has the package still, He reaches forward, but Reeve pushes him back. REEVE Money? RAY D'you know what's in there? REEVE FUCKING HEROIN! RAY Now, just pass me the bag, Please. REEVE Give me the money. FRANK Okay, don't panic. RAY How much d'you want? Reeve considers his price. REEVE Thousand bucks. RAY OH NO! REEVE WHAT D'YOU MEAN, OH NO? FRANK (infuriated) We haven't got that Fucking much. Frank and Ray look at each other. Forty-five hundred. FRANK Todd said we wouldn't have To pay. REEVE Really? Well Todd lied. Like He did to me, in sayin' that Nothing but photos was in That damn package! RAY C'mon, Mariochi. I though we Were buds. REEVE Yeh? Well you thought wrong asshole. FRANK Damn it, Reeve! He DRAWS the .45. But Reeve grabs the Butterfly knife. While Ray SNATCHES the package. REEVE Gimme the package, or else he gets It! SLAM! Suddenly something hard SMACKS into the door. FRANK What the hell? Suddenly the door BULGES, then it FALLS INWARDS, Machine Gun Mickey, Lieutenant Jackson and Mario Morris burst in. Mickey has his Smith & Wesson out, while the others have .38's. In one hand Mickey holds A red Battering Ram and he SMASHES it into Frank's gut, Frank falls backwards and the .45 goes flying. JACKSON Freeze! This is a bust! Reeve grabs the package and turns and BOLTS, Jackson goes after him, but Ray grabs the .45 and aims it at him. -BLAM- Just before Reeve escapes he fires his 9mm, and Morris is hit in the head and dies instantly! Crashing in front of Jackson, who stops. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Mickey TWISTS round and fires his Mighty Smith & Wesson at him, but Reeve has Disappeared. JACKSON Yo' mutha'fuckers, go' pay for That! -BLAM- He fires at Ray. Ray dodges, and pulls the .45 up. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Five shots are TATTOED into the wall behind Jackson. Mickey puts the Smith & Wesson to Ray's head. MICKEY Any last requests, Fucker? Before he can fire, Back-up arrives in the form of LOCKER and HAWKER, they WRESTLE the two to the ground and arrest them. MICKEY Morris's dead. LOCKER Oh, we heard the shots and called The Ambulance. CUT TO: INTERROGATION ROOM Locker, Hawker, Frank and Ray are in the small dimly lit interrogation room. FRANK I want my phone-call, I wanna Call my lawyer. HAWKER Call your Lawyer later. RAY We didn't do anything? LOCKER Apart from shooting an innocent police-officer, And trying to kill two more! FRANK Look, it was just me, him and one Of our friends, (Thinks)…Rick. We were calmly Sitting having a cup of coffee when suddenly A group of people burst in and attacked Us! HAWKER Does that mean that you have the right To blow ‘em away? RAY Look, they never said "stop police". And they Weren't uniform. Anyway if we can't have Our lawyers, then we can leave in Two hours, it's as simple as that. HAWKER WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN THERE? FRANK Oh since my lawyer isn't here, I appear To have lost my voice. Locker grabs Frank by the scruff of the neck, with one hand, and HEAVES him two-feet up from the ground. Then smashes Him against the wall, and a huge dent appears, Frank is K.O.E.D HAWKER Look, okay. If you didn't kill the cop, then who Did? This Rick person? RAY Okay, we spill the beans. We're not Really normal guys, we deal in Drugs and Pornographic images. His Name was Mariochi Reeve and he called Round to deliver a package to us. He thought all that was in the package Was pornographic images, but now he's Realized it's heroin too. He'll probably Go and sell it for himself. LOCKER Now we're getting somewhere, and to Who? RAY Well, he'd, err…err…probably go to…err, Carver Klein and Massamo's place. LOCKER And who are they? RAY Small time mafia. He takes out his wallet, and takes out a photo, It is of Massamo, he hands it to the cops. They immediately recognize the bastard! HAWKER Fuck. Is this guy the Massamo Guy? RAY Yeh. He actually committed a crime last Night, an arson attack, but it went Wrong. They both smile then: LOCKER Where could we find them? RAY Err, the Northside Docks. They Got a little place down there. HAWKER Thanks, you've been a great Help. LOCKER Now get outa here, g'on. Go! Go! Ray drags Frank out the door and they are gone Before they know it. HAWKER Should we have done that? Locker shrugs and says: LOCKER Well, they'll be dead soon. That Reeve guy probably thinks they've Set him up. CUT TO: POLICE STATION Hawker sits in front of one of the computers Typing out a report. RECEPTION Lily is humming a song to herself, when suddenly two men Enter. Holding Breifcases. LILY Can I help you? MAN#1 I don't know, ask me. Lily raises her eyebrow. What's going on. SUDDENLY THE TWO MEN TAKE OUT UZI 9MM'S FROM THEIR BAGS AND START BLASTING THE PLACE UP. LILY AAGH! She ducks behind the Reception-desk, as bullets SMASH up the Place. Hawker comes round the corner, with his Anaconda in his hand. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Immediately they BLAST AWAY at him, and he drops into A chair and it tips over, leaving him on the floor. The two men in Trenchcoats Destroy the place, Jackson's head pops out of his office, door and he sees the devistation. He is about to jump out, but decides that risking his life and almost certainly getting killed won't solve anything, so he SNEAKS back in. CUT TO: POLICE STATION The Killers are long gone, when the door bursts open and Locker enters, the first thing he sees is: MICKEY PROPPED UP AGAINST THE WALL, WITH A BULLET IN THE HIP. Jackson can also be seen arguing with some superior officer down the phone. LOCKER Mickey? What the Fuck? MICKEY Gangsters, after those two shitholes you Let go, came in here and shot the whole Place up, me and the Lieutenant are The only ones alive, I think! LOCKER Where's Hawker? MICKEY Dead. LOCKER WHAT? NOOOOOOOOOO! MICKEY Just face it, Jack. Good loses against evil. Go home. Hawker ain't Coming back. LOCKER I refuse to believe it. He tries to go into the office, but Mickey pulls him Back. MICKEY Don't! it's horrible in there. DISSOLVE TO: POLICE STATION Ambulances are parked outside the Police-station, and cops From other stations are all gathered round the building. Locker is looking for any signs of Hawker, but he finds himself lost in the black sea of zip-up bags. As Locker watches he, cannot bear to see anymore, and he gets onto his Chopper and FLOORS IT. CUT TO: FREEWAY The Chopper speeds down the road, Locker is at the wheel, Looking very meaningful. PINK CADILLAC It is parked at a laybye, very close to where Locker is. Reeve is at the wheel, He takes his jumper off, and we see his muscular stomach, a bandage is across His left rib. From where Kurt shot him earlier. In one hand is a drawing, it is a very rough and sketchy drawing of Locker, but it is easily recognizable. Then he flips the paper over, and it says:0 Objectives: 1.Avenge McGuire's death. 2.Kill Ray and Frank. 3.See if Klein will buy drugs. 4.Decide what to do with Todd. Then he looks at the paper again, and sees the picture of Locker. Where the hell's He gonna find a cop?-The Police-station of course. POLICE-STATION The pink Cadillac pulls up outside the station, and Reeve sees the carnage that the two Killers made, and he is shocked greatly by it. He looks around for any sign of any cops, and he sees Jackson looking rather shocked at the whole thing. Reeve gets out of the Cadillac, and takes a deep breath. He then SLIPS the Butterfly knife into his pocket. He looks for Jackson, but he's gone back into the station. Then he sees another cop-HAWKER! Looking rather battered and bruised. He comes over to him. REEVE What the hell happened? HAWKER Assassins, shot the place up. Killed ten Officers, wounded the rest. REEVE Dang! Were you there? HAWKER Yeh. I got lucky, a bullet in the finger and a graze Across the head. They weren't very good shots Who are you? REEVE Err…Arnold Stallone. HAWKER Weird name. REEVE D'you know this person? He shows Hawker the drawing. HAWKER Yeh, that's my partner, Jack Locker… Hey wait a minute, why d'you wanna Know? Reeve just ignores him and walks away, he then jumps into the Pink Cadillac, and pulls off just as Mickey appears. MICKEY Who the Fuck was that guy? HAWKER He said his name was Arnold Stallone. MICKEY No way. That was the bastard who shot Morris… HAWKER What? MICKEY That was him, the Chinese dude who Killed Morris. HAWKER Shit. Before Mickey can say anything else, Hawker jumps into his Monster-Truck and starts the ignition. MICKEY Hey I'm coming too! HAWKER No, you're not. ROAD As the Cadillac pulls into the road, Reeve happens to glance into the wing-mirror And sees the Monster-truck rolling down the road after him. REEVE Nice set of wheels, I might just Take that. He pulls a 9mm out of the glove-compartment and turns once more to look at the Monster-truck, and he sees Hawker at the wheel! REEVE SHIT! He pushes the Pink Cadillac to it's limits making the vehicle go to speeds that it's almost unincapable of doing. It is going so fast, that any minute now it looks as if It could just burst into flames and EXPLODE. Reeve takes another glance into the wing-mirror, it's definitely Hawker. But wait, why doesn't he just bring Hawker along to the Docks, and let Carver kill him? It would take another murder of his hands. Suddenly he looks through the window and sees that the Monster truck Is right next to him. Hawker takes his .44 out and aims: -BLAM- The bullet BURSTS through the glass of the Cadillac and is coming straight towards Reeve, but at the last minute the Chinese-American dives for cover underneath the Steering-wheel and the bullet WHOOSES through the windscreen. HAWKER Pull over in the name of the law, or I swear That I will obliterate you with this gun. But Reeve gets out his way with another impressive TURN of SPEED. And he is RATTLING up the road a few yards ahead of the monster-truck. -BLAM-BLAM- Another two bullets SMASH through Reeve's back-window, but they SLUG into The passenger's seat. REEVE Just give up, jackass! Suddenly he sees something which turns his blood to Ice! An OIL-TANKER is coming down the road directly ahead of them! Oh shit! The Truck-Driver is stunned, for a second, but then he SWERVES his big vehicle, but only makes things worse by BLOCKING UP THE MAIN ROAD! Immediately Reeve shoves on the brakes, and the Cadillac stops with a quick but high-pitch SCREECH. But the Monster-Truck comes straight into the back of It, SMASHING it up, so that the back creases into the front, and Reeve is propelled onto the bonnet of the car, still clutching his Package. Then Hawker, looking rather Crazy brings the Monster-truck on two-wheels and speeds down the road, then he TWISTS it HARD, and Swivels round (still on two wheels) in a 180, Reeve Meanwhile throws himself off the Bonnet, just as the Monster-truck CRUNCHES down on top of it. Reeve crawls along the road, his face badly scraped And his palms burnt after being sent onto the bonnet. The truck Driver, meanwhile manages to reverse, and starts PEELING off the other way. But Reeve somehow PUSHES HIS BODY to the limits by speeding after the Big vehicle until he finally manages to grab and hang onto the ladder On the back. Hawker calmly steps out of the Monster-Truck and brings his Colt up to fire, but then he realizes that an innocent person is onboard the Oil-Tanker. REEVE Fuck you, jackass! SUDDENLY THE CADALLAC BLOWS UP, A SMALL BUT MENACING FIREBALL. HAWKER IS LOST IN THE FIRE AND THE SMOKE. Reeve laughs. Then RACES across the top of the Oil-Tanker and after a few agile flips lands on the door-handle of the passenger's seat, YANKS open The door and gets in. OIL-TANKER DRIVER What the hell are you trying to do, jackass? REEVE Getting a lift. He karate-chops the Driver in the neck, then throws him out the Oil-Tanker And he hits the ground, unconscious, Reeve laughs. Then takes his cell-phone From his pocket and makes an important phone call. But we don't hear it as we CUT TO: DOCKS FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER The Chopper pulls up, at the small car-park, for the dark and seedy docks. It is parked next to a big oil-tanker, (yes that's right, it's owned by Reeve). BOAT-HOUSE ONE Reeve walks down a small sandy concrete path and reaches a big green Boat-house. He knocks on the door. CARVER KLIEN, a small bald guy with a suit and a sawn-off pump-action shotgun answers. He sees Reeve and sighs a sigh of relief. KLEIN Phew! It's only you, I was sure that we were gonna get Busted. After the Sudden raid on Frank and Ray's place. REEVE Are they here? KLEIN Yeh, yeh. Come in. INSIDE It is a small and smoky place. Massamo sits at a desk smoking a cigarette. Standing up we can see Ray, Frank and another guy ROYAL, A big, bulky black guy with shades. REEVE (Sees the two) Bastards, you se… RAY NO WE DIDN'T! That's where you're Wrong! FRANK Honestly it's true. Reeve takes out his Butterfly knife and raises it over Ray, but Massamo grabs his wrist. MASSAMO Leave them, brother. They are okay. Reeve angrily puts away his knife. And turns to Klein. REEVE I've got something for you. He shows him the package. KLEIN What is it? REEVE Heroin. KLEIN Pure? REEVE I don't know. How much would You buy it for? KLEIN Err. Lemme think. MASSAMO I didn't think you were in The drugs business, Mariochi. REEVE I'm not, I just came across it. MASSAMO Really? REEVE Yeh, of course. You know me. I had some idiot cop chasing After me. KLEIN Did you hear about what happened At the Police-station? REEVE Yeh. ROYAL Those jackasses were after you two guys. FRANK Yeh, I know. RAY We only just managed to escape. MASSAMO You were lucky, brothers. REEVE They were Todd's men, when I Get my hands on that son of a Bitch, he's gonna have a lot To answer for. FRANK Yeh. KLEIN Anyway, where did you get this Stuff from? REEVE A guy named Kurt. KLEIN Kurt Fields? REEVE I think that's the one. I dunno, he's dead now whoever He was. I killed him. KLEIN Why? REEVE Because I was told to. By Todd. KLEIN Hmm, Todd seems to be doing A lot of things all of a sudden. ROYAL Todd? You still under da' control of that lil' Fuck? REEVE I was, but then when I got this Stuff, I decided that I could just Sell it, get the money. Then go Back to China. MASSAMO Oh, good don't mind if I tag Along, do you, brother? REEVE Sure. Whatever. REEVE So how much would you gimme? KLEIN Pass it here. Reeve hands him the package. And Klein takes out some bags of Heroin, Everyone looks lovingly at them. ROYAL (Reaching out) Let's have some. KLEIN No, Fuck off! I must study It first. Buy some off me Later! REEVE So, how much? KLEIN Jeez, I dunno. Five Dollars? REEVE What?!? KLEIN Only Joking. KNOCK, KNOCK. Suddenly there's a knock on the door. Everyone twists round, ready. KLEIN WHO GOES THERE? VOICE (V.O) I've come for the usual. ROYAL (Quiet) It's a cop. KLEIN Okay. He hands the Shotgun to Royal, who stands in front of the door, ready to blow the "cop's" brains out. Massamo steps behind the door and: YANKS IT OPEN. NEXT SCENE IS IN SLOW MOTION -BOOMF- Royal blows someone away and they go flying head-over-heels over a small metal-fence and into the water. His head pops out, and he looks at his kill: AN INFLATABLE WOMAN! Suddenly he hears a noise, and WHIPS round. Locker comes out of nowhere, and LAYS a massive PUNCH onto him, Royal goes flying and the Shotgun drops onto the Floor, both Massamo and Reeve go for it, Massamo gets it and lets off a shot: -BOOMF- The shot goes nowhere, and Locker has his Walther P9K in his hands and he lets off Five shots. -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Royal is blown away, Klein takes a .45 from his desk and aims at Locker. But suddenly a Monster-Truck drives straight through the boat-house, destroying the Place. Frank and Ray go flying through the air. The Monster-truck door CLANGS open, and connects with the back of Ray's head, he falls to his knees. But Frank gets away, and he doesn't stop running Till he's well out of sight and out of range. Ray, meanwhile goes for the Butterfly knife which has fallen out of Reeve's pocket. Locker grabs Klein and wrestles with him, he grabs hold of his gun-hand and BRINGS IT DOWN hard on the surface of the desk, Klein drops the gun And Locker kicks it away under a desk, then he CRACKS Klein round the jaw, and Sends him into the wall. Ray gets up and makes an unskilled movement with the Butterfly-knife, but Hawker has him round the waist and HOISTS him onto the floor, the butterfly knife goes flying. Meanwhile the two Martial-Artists are flying all over the place, using death- defying moves and tricks. Locker is completely outclassed, and his weapon is taken from his hand. Massamo deals a mad combo and Locker SLAMS onto the ground. Hawker grabs Ray round the neck, and PUNCHES him, Ray goes flying through the air. And LANDS straight onto the Butterfly-knife. Klein is still recovering and JUMPS for his Shotgun. But Hawker STAMPS right on his wrist. Locker manages to get an advance on Massamo and SLAMS him onto the desk, but Reeve comes from behind and slams him over the head with his elbow. But Reeve grabs him round the neck, and lifts him up, Locker's legs kick out madly and he KICKS Klein in the back, then in the head. Klein falls straight into Hawker's iron fist, then he FLIES BACKWARDS, Hawker grabs his head and says: HAWKER This is for all the countless People who've had their lives wasted by You and your filthy Fucking shit that You deal. He smashes his Bald head straight through the window of the Monster Truck, and he instantly goes limp. Massamo meanwhile RIPS the Butterfly knife from Ray's corpse and lifts it high above Locker, who is still being held by Reeve. MASSAMO DIE! -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- In even slower motion, Hawker TEARS his Anaconda free of his Holster and fires three shots, all of them take Massamo in the chest, he falls to his knees, but Won't die. Locker wiggles free of Reeve's grasp and drops to the ground, but Massamo drags his body across the floor. SLOW MOTION OFF REEVE Quick, c'mon. MASSAMO No, this is my turn to die. But, please put A bullet in his kid for me will you. Reeve nods, and BOLTS to the door and is gone. Massamo crawls ever closer to Locker, but Locker KICKS him in the chin, and Massamo falls onto his back DEAD! Locker pulls himself to his feet and gets free of Massamo's body, he then turns to Hawker. LOCKER We done it! We done it! Suddenly Massamo's eyes pop open just for a second, and he is able to mouth this: MASSAMO When you come home… (Long winded Pause) Expect to be alone… (Long winded pause) With the bodies…of (Pause) your…families. Then he coughs and dies. HAWKER/LOCKER What? Hawker turns to his Truck, but: LOCKER No, we'd better take my Bike. It's faster. HAWKER Good idea. ROAD The Chopper pulls out of the driveway, with Locker and Hawker, riding meaningfully On it. HAWKER Please say we get home in time… Please…god…please…I never…ask Too much of you…but please…let them Have us…not our families…please… PLEASE! LOCKER Quiet. They come to a red-light situation, Locker turns to Hawker, but Hawker just shrugs and they SPEED straight through them. MAN IN CAR Hey! Hawker gives him the finger. HAWKER C'mon, C'mon. Faster. Push this Fucking thing to it's Fucking limits. LOCKER Will you shut up and let me Fucking Drive, asshole! HAWKER We gotta get home before them. Jack, listen They're gonna butcher my family! HAWKER'S HOUSE A black Sedan pulls up outside his house. And the two men in Trenchcoats get out, Both holding Uzis. ROAD LOCKER C'mon, c'mon. HAWKER Why don't we radio for back-up? LOCKER Because the connection's been cut off, Dickhead! HAWKER C'mon, make this Fucking thing Speed up. LOCKER Calm down, will you? CUT TO: HAWKER'S LAWN The two assassins, are strapping on ammo belts. One of them is MANDRAKE, an exceptionally tall but very skinny guy with a mop of scruffy black hair. The other is ADEN, a bit shorter but built like a brick wall. Aden is fitting on a sheath holding a COMBAT KNIFE, both of this guys are ready to do some serious work. Mandrake has two holsters strapped round him, in both of them we can see Desert Eagles. BINOCULAR'S P.O.V From a little way away, someone is watching the two Assassins with a pair of binoculars. PULL BACK: TO REVEAL: Reeve kneeling behind some bushes. REEVE Good, good. Todd's actually done something I've asked him to do. Maybe I won't Kill him…Yet. LAWN Mandrake tosses the Uzi into the back of the car, and takes out a H & K. MANDRAKE I'm gonna use this, forget the Uzi. What about you, Ade? ADEN Nah, I'll stick with my Uzi. HAWKER'S HOUSE Tim and Liz are watching them from outside the window. LIZ Uht-oh, two strangers have appeared, when Mummy has popped out to buy a bottle Of milk, what should we do? Timmy? TIM Well, mummy always says to lock the Door and to not open it, till her or daddy Come. LIZ But shall we listen to mum? KIDS Nah. TIM Uht-oh! LIZ What's wrong now, Timmy? TIM They've got guns! LIZ Quick follow me. LAWN The two Killers walk up to the door. And Aden pulls a "STICK-IT" note off the Door. ADEN (Reading it) Matt, I have just popped out to get Some milk, I should only be ten Minutes, I've left the kids home alone. Love, Kitty. MANDRAKE This just gets better and better! ADEN Ha, us in a house. Alone with two Gullible little kids, oh yeh! MANDRAKE Let's torment them first. He kneels down, and opens the letter-box. MANDRAKE Hey, kids it's me the ice-cream Man, come outside and I'll Give you free scoops of ice-cream! Aden chuckles. ADEN And I'm the Doughnut maker from Down the road, and I've come to Hire two testers for my latest Flavour. Double-Fudge and Rubbery-sex flavour! HALLWAY Tim and Liz hurry in. Tim has an AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN in his hands! And Liz holds two pump-action shotguns. And they both have Axes in sheathes by their sides. LIZ You go that way and I'll Go this way. TIM Right. (Shouts) GO AWAY YOU STUPID FUCKWADS! They both PEG IT. LAWN ADEN Right that does it! I'm coming for you, You little bastards! He steps back, and gives the door a WHOPPING GREAT KICK. CRAAACK It smashes, almost breaking into pieces. MANDRAKE Nice one. ADEN IN WE COME KIDS. MANDRAKE You take the stairs, I'll try downstairs. ADEN Righto. MANDRAKE Come out kids, I've got some bars Of chocolate to give you. Suddenly he catches sight of Tim in the lounge and opens fire. -BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA- Tim manages to throw himself behind the sofa and the room is PEPPERED with bullets. Mandrake looks around, and sees Tim's head, just above the arm of The sofa. -BOOMF- Tim suddenly pops up with the Auto-Shotgun and lets off a round. It takes Mandrake right in the arm, he staggers-but doesn't drop. -BOOMF- Tim fires again this time Mandrake is hit in the stomach, and he drops his H & K and it CRASHES to the floor, then Mandrake SPLATS against the window, blood SPURTS. Up against it. And he slips down it, DEAD! Tim puts another few SHELLS into the Shotgun, and takes the H & K off of Mandrake. KITCHEN Aden slowly CREEPS through the Kitchen and looks from side to side, the phone suddenly rings, he twirls round and: -BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA- BLOWS THE PHONE TO SMITHEREENS. But just as he does so, Liz JUMPS through, with both Pump-action Shotguns. -BOOMF- -BOOMF- Aden is hit twice, and he goes flying across a BIG ROUND TABLE, and collides with the phone and both of them CRASH to the floor. The phone HITS the floor so hard that it virtually disintegrates. Aden lands next to it, but he isn't dead yet! -BUDDA-BUDDA-BUDDA- He pulls himself up and fires a burst at Liz, but she dives out the way and: -BOOMF- -BOOMF- Aden is blown across the room, with a bullet in the ribs and a bullet in the thigh, Liz stands over him and pumps both shotguns. LIZ HIYA! Tim comes in, with his Auto-Shotgun, and checks for any danger. But sees That Liz is okay. TIM Okay? LIZ Yeh, this fucker paid for What he tried to do. DRIVEWAY The Chopper speeds onto the Driveway, and both men jump off, RIPPING out their guns. But Hawker sees the Sedan and the blood up the window. HAWKER NOOOOO! I'M TOO LATE! He breaks down to his knees and begins to cry, Locker wonders whether to stop, but then he decides to go in and see if he can nail the bastards. Hawker puts the gun to his head, and we slowly watch the hammer go back. REEVE'S HIDING-PLACE He can see Hawker through the binoculars. LAWN Just as the hammer slowly goes back, a finger suddenly appears and stops it. LOCKER FUCK! THAT HURTS! HAWKER What was that for? I want my life To end? TIM Hey daddy, what'cha doing? Hawker slowly looks up, and sees his two children! Tears roll down his eyes and he hugs both of them, and it seems as if he will hang on forever, until: Kitty suddenly appears. KITTY What on Earth? Before she can say anything Hawker lets go of his kids and hugs her, he hugs her and hugs her and hugs her. Meanwhile Locker heads into the house to check for the bodies. HAWKER C'mon, group-hug! Liz, Hawker and Kitty move in for a hug, all of the family in for a big group hug. KITTY I don't know what's going on, but still. HAWKER Where's Tim? LIZ He's got him. Hawker WHEELS round, and he sees Todd and Reeve, Todd is holding Tim, and his hand is firmly over the kid's mouth. HAWKER NOOOOOO! Suddenly a Bus stops right next to Todd, Reeve and Tim. The two Kidnappers wave, and Tim lets out a muffled squeal. BUS Todd rushes up the stairs, and into the bus, while Reeve stands in front of the Bus-driver. BUS-DRIVER Where's your fares? Reeve grabs him by the scruff of the neck and TOSSES him out of the Bus. Then Todd takes over the driving seat, and Reeve Wrestles Tim down the Bus. HAWKER Quick! Get the Registration number! KITTY Um, WCA 913. HAWKER Right now where the fuck is my truck? KITTY Where ever you last left it. HAWKER Shit! Can I take your car? KITTY Well…I… Before she can say anything Hawker SNATCHES the keys from her handbag and rushes back into the garage. Then Locker comes out. LOCKER What the hell's going on? KITTY (The impact of what's happened hits her) Oh…oh, it's Timmy! Two…men…they g-got Him! LOCKER What? Where? KITTY They've stolen a bus full of people, oh it's Terrible! LOCKER Did anyone get the registration? KITTY Um, yes…err…err…WC…oh I can't Remember it…oh…oh…Timmy! LIZ WCA 913. LOCKER Thank you, I'll radio for back-up. KITTY B-but, I thought the station was closed d-down? LOCKER Well I'll call the other station. Suddenly a Blue Mini comes CHUGGING out of the Garage. Hawker is at the wheel. HAWKER WHERE'D THE BUS GO? LOCKER I don't know where that fucking bus went do I? HAWKER I never said you did…Oh fuck I'll go by My instincts. BUS Reeve stands in front of all the people in the bus, and holds a 9mm Beretta to Tim's head. REEVE Now, all of you jackasses listen. I only want to Have to say this once. We have hi-jacked this Bus, and anyone who dares to try and oppose us Will personally be responsible for the death of This kid. Do I make myself clear? Everyone stays quiet. REEVE I SAID DO I MAKE MY FUCKING SELF CLEAR? There's a general murmur of "yes" among the crowd of frightened people. LADY OH PLEASE LET ME GO! I WANNA GET HOME! REEVE SHUT UP, OR ELSE THIS LITTLE PRICK GETS IT! ROAD Suddenly the Mini comes up beside the Bus and RAMS it, Todd's hands go completely clear of the steering-wheel, and the Bus almost crashes. TODD You'll pay for that, wanker! He RAMS into the Mini, but the little car doesn't back down, it SCREECHES to a halt in front of the Bus. SLOW MOTION Hawker brings the Anaconda down, with both hands on it. One eye closes as he aims, Todd continues driving on, then it's: -BLAM-BLAM-BLAM- Bullets smash their way through the Mini's windscreen and the Bus's windscreen, Todd is hit in the shoulder, but all the other rounds miss. FAST MOTION The Bus is now going at TOP SPEED RACING towards The Mini, Hawker turns back round and sees this then: -BOOOOOOOM- FAST MOTION AND SLOW MOTION OFF Hawker is only just able to THROW himself clear and he lands on the Kerb, his Arm breaks instantly. Suddenly we see something moving very Fast on top of a big building, it then SWERVES and FLIES onto another building. BUS TODD Hey! Yamanu what the fuck did you do with My shit? REEVE Huh? Oh it's right here. He takes it out of his jacket pocket. TODD Give here, will you? REEVE Fuck you, Todd! TODD What? REEVE You heard. Y'know, I can't believe You, you got a lot to answer t… SLOW MOTION Suddenly the Vechile which was on the roof SHOOTS off, and almost going at the speed of light SMASHES through one window of the bus, and comes out of the Other, but the only thing is that Todd is hanging onto it, then it does a 360 through the air, and lands on one wheel. Todd looks up at Locker, who is obviously driving it and gives him the finger. SLOW MOTION OFF Hawker, with one arm immobile, chases after the out-of-control bus. BUS Reeve, still holding Tim races towards the Steering-wheel, but Tim kicks it and the bus CRASHES into a brick wall. Reeve and Tim knocked to the floor, and are almost TRAMPLED by all the passengers as they madly ESCAPE from the bus. SLOW MOTION Tim slowly gets up, turns and tries to run, but he happens to turn round again, and sees Reeve-holding the 9mm at him. Tim is paralysed with fear. The trigger goes back, slower and slower, but suddenly TIM IS GRABBED BY STRONG ARMS-THE ARMS OF HIS FATHER (Or the arm of his Father). He is wrenched free of the bus and taken to safety. SLOW MOTION OFF Reeve grabs the wheel, and reverses the bus then madly STORMS after Father and son, as they rush along the kerb. But the Bus suddenly VEERS out of control (due to a punctured wheel) and SMASHES hard against an oil tanker. The engine is damaged during this And: -BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM- The Bus is turned into one MADLY BURNING FIREBALL, but Reeve is still somehow alive and grabs the wheel, coming after them, but the steering-wheel breaks: And the Fireball crashes into another wall, Reeve gets up and tries to throw himself clear, but another FIREBALL comes SHOOTING down the Aisle and OVERCOMES Him. As the Bus burns, his burning body drops out of the Smashed windscreen and into the pavement. But Reeve still somehow lives, and he ROLLS over and over, over and over, soon the flames go out, and he sits on the kerb, looking angry. REEVE COME ON YOU BASTARDS! FINISH ME! FINISH ME! Locker turns to Hawker, and sees that he's soothing his chilled offspring. Looks like it's Locker's turn now. REEVE That's it! That's it! Come on! Come on, you British fuck! A soon as Locker is near, he grabs him in an impressive Judo throw, and throws the Cop over his shoulders, Locker lands hard. But is up on his feet again in a matter Of minutes. CLOSE UP ON: Hawker and Tim watching. Behind them, Todd rises with a Combat-Knife in his hands. ANGLE ON: The Fight Locker has Reeve on the floor and HAMMERS away at him, with dynamite blows. Reeve shakes under the impact, but doesn't die. One of his BURNT arms shoots up, and catches Locker in the neck, the Big Cop COMES off him, and lands HARD on the ground. Reeve is up and on his feet, both of his arms are hold in a Martial-arts stance, Locker struggles to his feet, but he is FELLED again with an awkward CHOP to the side Of the neck. Locker crashes down on the ground and Reeve stands above him, looking MAD. BACK TO: Hawker and Tim. Suddenly Todd comes out of nowhere, and grabs Tim. The little child struggles, but Todd cruelly stabs him. Tim CRASHES to the ground, crying and screaming. Hawker turns to him, there's a cut-wound in his arm. It's not fatal-only minor. HAWKER Wait here little dude. Hawker rises above Todd, immediately the criminal SLASHES the knife at Hawker's chest, but Hawker steps back and it misses. Then he SMASHES Todd in the side of the face with an immense KARATE-KICK, The Combat-knife ready to do damage. But Hawker catches his arm, and twists it, we hear it SNAP. And Hawker, forgetting his own injury SLAMS Todd Down onto the ground, then kicks him in the ribs. But Todd manages to get up again and is ready to fight. Todd grips the knife. But Hawker grips his Anaconda. HAWKER Kiss my ass! -BLAM- Todd is blown away. ANGLE ON: THE OTHER FIGHT Reeve PULVERISES Locker with a brief but powerful Judo move, and Locker lands on his back. CLOSE UP ON: The Bus, still FLAMING. Suddenly one of it's Tyres, breaks off, and the whole Bus begins rolling-madly flaming. Locker sees this and manages to CRAWL out of it's path. REEVE Chicken are you? -CRUSH- The bus ROLLS right over top of him, and he is lost in the smoke, flames and the HUGE EXPLOSION! -BOOOOOOM- Pieces of Debris SPLATS everywhere, and Locker is almost hit by a large chunk of Metal. MINUTES LATER ANGLE ON: Hawker, Tim and Locker all lying down in the middle of the road. Injured, but not fatally so. HAWKER Err, Jack you never told me what happened To your partner. LOCKER Oh? Who? Nathan. Oh he had both his Arms and his head hacked off by Some guy who went mad in a Shopping-mall with a Samurai- Sword! HAWKER So, I'm gifted with luck am I? LOCKER You're not gifted with luck, you're A bloomin' miracle. HAWKER Cool. The sound of sirens can be heard. LOCKER Oh, here comes the cavalry Late as usual! HAWKER Ah, well. At least they've Come. Tim are you okay? TIM Fuck yeah. I'm hangin' in There. HAWKER Where the fuck does he get that language From? I hardly ever fucking swear. Especially not in fuckin' front of him, do I Timmy? TIM Fuck yeh, daddy. Locker laughs, Hawker shrugs. A Cop-car SCREECHES to a halt next To them, and Lieutenant Jackson gets out, .38 in his hands. THEN WE: SEE FROM A BIRDSEYE VIEW: The three of them lying in the middle of the road. And being surrounded by Cop cars, Ambulances and Fire-engines. And we have a happy ending to this Film. THE END Credits roll, then scenes which have been done wrong are played. CAST I'D LIKE TO SEE: Danny.P as Detective Sergeant Jack Locker The Goose as Detective Sergeant Matt Hawker Jet Li as Yamanu Reeve. Thomas Jane as Todd Franklin Chow Yun-Fat as Massamo Toshino. Ice Cube as Lieutenant Avery Jackson. Denise Richards as Kitty Hawker ??????? as Joe Locker ?????? as Tim Hawker ??????? as Liz Hawker Anthony Hopkins as Carver Klein. James Caan as Ray Matherson Sylvester Stallone as Frank Bedford And I'm not too sure about the others. COPYRIGHT. E-MAIL ME AT Glenysbrown@freeuk.com if you wanna buy this, or wanna see a sequel, or just wanna gimme your opinion on this Screenplay.
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