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The camera moves up the arm of the hand changing the stations. CLOSE ON the PASSENGER. Male, early 20’s, dressed in a nice suit. CLOSE ON the face of the DRIVER. He’s mid 20’s, casually dressed. He looks over at the passenger. Driver C’mon man pick a station or turn it off for Christ’s sake. The PASSENGER looks over at him with a ‘who the fuck are you talking to’ look. Passenger Who the fuck are you talking to? Driver Pick a station or turn it off. The PASSENGER turns off the radio. A quiet moment passes. Driver So how’s Angela been? Passenger Good. Driver (Laughing) She still busting your balls for a ring? Passenger All the damn time. I mean I love her and all but I’m too fucking young to get married. I aint about to move into the suburbs and raise some kids. Fuck that. Driver You need to cut her ass loose my friend. You can’t ever trust women because the only thing that a bitch cares about is the size of a man’s bank account. When it comes down to it they’re after the money. I’m talking about ALL of them. And you could be one of them John Holmes motherfuckers, ya know working with a foot long or some shit, but if you don’t got that cake to back up the bullshit you been whispering to her, she’s out like disco, my man. Why the fuck do you think I’m not getting caught up with that shit? Cuz I got brains. (Beat) And I got that John Holmes shit so you know I’m givin it out like candy on Halloween. One pussy for the rest of my life? No sir. Take that shit somewhere. The PASSENGER laughs and shakes his head. Passenger No man. Not with Angela. Maybe with some of the skanks you bring home-- Driver --There aint a damn thing wrong with skanks. I do what I have to do with them and then I get rid of them. No roses, no dinners, no bullshit. You let a woman come into the mix and you got shit that will fuck you up when you least expect it. The PASSENGER nods, he takes this all in. Passenger So what then? I should live my life alone. Nobody to talk to but you? The DRIVER takes out a pack of cigarettes. He removes one and lights it up. Driver No. The DRIVER takes a puff off the smoke and exhales Driver (cont.) What I’m saying is that if you don’t look out you’re gunna get hurt. Motherfucker’s are shady these days. Just watch your fuckin back. Passenger I don’t need to watch my back. That’s what you’re here for. The DRIVER looks around not recognizing where he is. Driver Christ, where the hell is Manor at? Get out the directions. The PASSENGER reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket. He removes a folded up piece of paper, he unfolds it and reads off the directions. Passenger You took a left at the light, right? Driver Yeah. Passenger Okay, we’re on Hawthorne. Manor should be coming up on the left soon. Driver I swear to God if that idiot Lou gave us the wrong directions, I’m gunna kick his fuckin teeth in. That idiot’s had more fuckin screw ups then I’ve had hot meals. Passenger He’s Mickey’s cousin and you know how Mickey is Passenger (cont.) --about family. Driver Yeah well Mick’s not the brightest fuckin bulb in the house my friend. Getting sick of his bullshit too. The PASSENGER gets ready to respond but quickly notices and points out to the Driver’s left. Passenger There’s manor. The DRIVER hangs a left onto Manor Lane. He drives down another long stretch of road. Driver Okay partner here’s the setup. This guy is a grade A scum bag. He snitched out one of Mickey’s boys to the police to get off a bid. He ended up running. Went a little loco since this shit went down. Stacked up on guns and ammo and now he’s held up in some shit bag cabin in the middle of the woods. He might have been able to stay off of Mick’s radar but the idiot made a trip into town last week. Lou spotted him at Paulie’s and tailed him to his fortress of solitude. (beat) Mickey wants this cocksucker in a body bag. Passenger If you don’t like Mick so much why you still working for him? Driver It aint that I don’t like Mick I just think he’s a shmuck, his old man ran this business like a fuckin well oiled machine. But times are tough for guys in our chosen profession. So we take what we can get. EXT. MANOR LANE - SAME The car stops near a thicket of woods. A long dirt path is the only thing around the area. INT. CAR - SAME Driver Let’s go to work. EXT. CAR - SAME The two get out of the car and move toward the trunk. The DRIVER opens the trunk. Passenger What do you want? Driver Gimmie the bitch. The PASSENGER reaches in and pulls out a pump action shotgun and hands it to the DRIVER. The PASSENGER reaches in and pulls out two handguns. He holsters one and tucks the other one in his waistband. The DRIVER reaches in and pulls out a pistol, he tucks the pistol and looks around. Driver What do you think? The PASSENGER surveys the area. He takes a look at the long dirt path that leads into the woods. Passenger If this guy is as crazy as you say, we can’t take the dirt road. He’da planned for that. Best bet is to track through the woods. Driver Sounds good to me. The two look around and then cross the street entering into the woods behind the curtain of trees. INT. CABIN IN THE WOODS - AFTERNOON We see various cuts of a MAN IN FATIGUES. He paces back and forth in the house. Loads weapons up. Watches a small TV. The small TV shows surveillance of the dirt path and various shots of the outside of the cabin. EXT. WOODS - AFTERNOON The TWO HITMEN truck through the woods. The PASSENGER wipes sweat from off of his head. The DRIVER looks at him. Driver Why do you wear all that hot shit? The suit and tie? Passenger I’m trying to look professional. Driver You don’t look professional. You look sweaty. You look agitated. And you look like your getting ready for your funeral. Passenger Maybe I am. I like this suit cock sucker. Angela got it for me. Driver Why didn’t she buy me a suit? Passenger Fuck you. Driver Yeah go ahead and sweat your nuts off, see if I care. The Two continue to walk. A few minutes pass by. The two stop walking, the PASSENGER looks and points, the DRIVER looks ahead. Passenger There it is. We see a wide shot of a CABIN IN THE WOODS. Driver Okay, here’s the plan. You take the left, I’ll go right. Circle the back and hit the cabin. I’ll take the front. Passenger Let’s go. Driver Be fuckin careful. The two slowly move out. They split up. The DRIVER moves to the left, his shotgun is held tight on his shoulder. The PASSENGER grips his pistol and heads to the right. All is quiet. The two killers move close to the cabin. INT. CABIN - SAME The TV shows the two walking toward the cabin. CLOSE UP on the CAMOUFLAGED MAN’S eyes. EXT. CABIN - SAME The PASSENGER continues to sneak toward the back part of the cabin. All of a sudden a GUNSHOT POPS OFF and punches into the ground by the PASSENGER’S feet. Taken off guard he dives behind a broken down car. GUNFIRE ERUPTS ALL AROUND. The DRIVER looks over and sees the PASSENGER taking fire. He too, takes cover, he cocks his shotgun and fires off a round toward the house. Soon the gunfire stops. The two listen. The DRIVER and PASSENGER lock eyes. Waiting for the next move. The DRIVER whispers to the PASSENGER. Driver You hit? The PASSENGER shakes his head. Driver Okay. You lay down cover fire. I’m going to hit the house. The PASSENGER nods and un-holsters his second pistol. He stands up and starts to lay down fire from his cover spot. THE DRIVER jumps up and heads toward the cabin. He ducks down by the front steps. THE PASSENGER stops shooting. He releases the empty clips from the guns and slams in two new ones. THE DRIVER stays crouched down by the steps, shotgun aimed directly at the door. Ready to fire. He yells out at the man in the house. Driver Alright walk out the fuckin house nice and slow! No answer. The DRIVER waves for the PASSENGER to head toward the cabin. The PASSENGER gets up and starts to walk. He has both pistols aimed at the front door of the house. THE DRIVER continues to talk to the man inside the cabin. Driver Let me ask you a question! Have you ever used a 12 gauge shotgun? Packs a fuckin punch. I got one right here, and my associate is carrying two Berettas. It’s disgusting how good he is with them. The PASSENGER and DRIVER both hold their aim on the door. Waiting for the man held up inside to make a move. The DRIVER takes out a cigarette and lights it up. Driver Either you can come out of the house and give up. Or you can come out of the house and show us what YOU got. There is a long pause. Rapid cuts of the two men as the tension builds. All is quiet. Suddenly a gun presses into the temple of The PASSENGER. Passenger Oh fuck. The camouflaged man has snuck up on him. THE DRIVER looks over to see his partner has a gun to his head. The DRIVER spins around with the shotgun drawn ready to shoot. The CAMAFLOUGED MAN looks around crazily. Man Well hasn’t our situation gotten interesting? The DRIVER watches. He takes a long drag to finish his cigarette and flicks it away. Cool as ever. Driver Put down the gun. The MAN laughs. Man You’re in no position here to give fuckin orders comrade. I got your girlfriend here and I’ll spray her brains all over these woods. The DRIVER cocks the shotgun. Driver Put…down…the…gun. Man No fuckin way. The blast from that street sweeper will kill me and Shirley here. Passenger Fuck you. Man Fuck me? Fuck me? Looks like you’re the only one whose about to get fucked here, amigo. (Beat) So who sent you, Shirley? Passenger Mickey Mallantino. He got you a gift, told me to deliver it to you. Man Mickey? I knew that son of a bitch would try to bury me. What gift you got for me, Shirley? A blowjob? The DRIVER watches. Not sure of what the PASSENGER is doing. Driver What are you doing, man? THE PASSENGER quickly smashes the camouflaged man’s gun away from his head. Still holding both pistols he points ONE to the MAN’S head and the SECOND for his leg. The MAN whips out a knife and brings it to the Passenger’s throat. The DRIVER steps forward with the shotgun ready. The CAMAFLOUGED MAN raises his pistol at the Driver‘s chest. The DRIVER stops from coming in further but he still holds his shotgun tight to his shoulder. They each pause. They’re at a standoff. Man Now this shit is getting FUN! We got ourselves a regular ménage-a-trois here, ladies. The PASSENGER tenses his finger on the trigger. Passenger Now you just fucked up. How fast do you think you can swipe that blade across my throat before I pull this trigger? The MAN look around nervously. The PASSENGER talks to The DRIVER. Passenger How long do you think it’ll take him? THE DRIVER backs off a little bit. Driver Too fuckin long. THE MAN seems to be breaking down. Man Look, man this shit is-- Passenger --This shit is out of your hands. You lower that knife and we can make this simple. You wanna keep playing Rambo with us and we can make this shit real motherfuckin’ complicated for you. He lowers the knife just enough for the PASSENGER to make his move. THE PASSENGER smacks him in the head with one gun. THE MAN drops the knife. THE PASSENGER shoots THE MAN in the leg with his second pistol. THE MAN drops to his knees screaming in pain. Man YOU COCKSUCKING BITCH! YOU FUCKIN SHOT ME! THE DRIVER moves over to his partner. Driver Shut the fuck up! THE DRIVER smacks THE MAN in his face with the butt of his shotgun damn near knocking his teeth out. He screams in pain as a mixture of spit and blood spurt out of his mouth into the dirt THE PASSENGER raises his pistol and puts it to THE MAN’S head. His finger eases on to the trigger. THE DRIVER lowers his partner’s gun just before he fires. Passenger What are you doin’? Driver Hold on. Passenger Come on man I’m a little shook up from getting shot at and shit. I wanna go home. I got some shit cooking on the croc-pot. If I don’t get home soon I’m goin to have some nasty ass soup and a big fuckin mess to clean up. The CAMOUFLAGED MAN spits more blood into the dirt, he looks the PASSENGER up and down. Man Hey, that’s a nice suit. Passenger Shut the fuck up. The PASSENGER kicks the man in the chest causing him to sprawl out on the ground. Passenger So unless you’re offering to clean my kitchen up, I say we just finish this fuck and get the hell outta dodge. Driver Hold on a god damned second. The DRIVER kneels down next to the man, he taps him on the head. Driver Okay, smart ass. Tell me where the shit is. Passenger What shit? The DRIVER doesn’t acknowledge his partner. Driver Don’t fuck with me. I know you’ve got something very interesting in that cabin. Tell me where it is. The MAN mumbles incoherently. Driver If you speak up I might let you live. Man The first room on the right. Under the bed. Driver You sure that’s where it is? Passenger What the hell are you talking about? Man Yeah, under the bed. The DRIVER stands up. He aims his shotgun. Pauses for a second. He fires two shots into the MAN’S body. The PASSENGER steps back, not sure of what the hell is going on. The DRIVER looks at him and makes his way for the front door. Passenger What are we doing? The DRIVER walks into the house. INT. CABIN - SAME THE DRIVER walks through the house and into the first room on the right. The PASSENGER stays close behind. The DRIVER walks into the room and looks under the bed, he brings out a duffle bag and slides it across the floor. The PASSENGER watches from the doorway. Passenger What the hell is that? The DRIVER still ignores him. He unzips the bag and takes out a stack of money. He turns to the PASSENGER holding up the brick of cash. Driver This my friend is payback. Payback for all these years of being a no name fuck. This is my retirement. Passenger How much is in there? Driver 1.5 million. Passenger That’s Mick’s money isn’t it? Christ he’ll put a hit on OUR fuckin heads if we take his shit, man. Driver Well that’s what you’re here for. The DRIVER spins around with the shot gun aimed. The PASSENGER dives out into the hallway. The DRIVER FIRES OFF A ROUND. The PASSENGER lands on his back on the hallway floor hard. He takes out his two pistols and aims them for the door. The DRIVER holds aim of the shotgun and makes his way slowly to the door leading to the hallway. Passenger (Off Screen) What the fuck! You gunna kill me you son of a bitch! The DRIVER reaches the door he pauses before making his move. Driver The thought had crossed my mind. I can’t just disappear with 1.5 million bucks on me. Someone would want that back. That’s where you come in. You steal Mickey’s doe, fire at me, thinking I’m dead you take the fuck off. Never to be seen from again. Truth is you’ll be buried in the ground way out here in the cut with a bullet in your fucking skull. INT. HALLWAY – SAME The PASSENGER keeps his aim on the room, he begins to slide backward down the hall toward the front door of the cabin. He reaches the end of the hall and begins to stand up, his back pressed against the door. Both pistols aimed. INT. CABIN - FIRST ROOM ON THE RIGHT – SAME The DRIVER begins to ease his way out of the room. INT. CABIN – HALLWAY - SAME The PASSENGER sees the Driver coming out slowly and begins emptying his clips into the frame of the door. Bullets rip through the wood and blow fragments into the air. INT. CABIN – FIRST ROOM ON THE RIGHT - SAME The DRIVER quickly falls back into the room, covering his face from the flying debris. He checks himself, he’s not hit. Driver You son of a bitch! You’re dead! INT. CABIN – HALLWAY – SAME The PASSENGER looks at both guns, they’re empty. He drops the guns to the floor and takes off out the cabin. INT. CABIN – FIRST ROOM ON THE RIGHT – SAME The DRIVER hears The PASSENGER taking off out of the cabin. He gets up, cocks the shotgun, and rushes out the room. EXT. CABIN - SAME THE PASSENGER is running toward the dirt path leading back to the car. The DRIVER stands in the doorway leading into the house. He fires a round off at the PASSENGER. The PASSENGER ducks his head from the shot. It’s not even close to hitting him. He sees the dead CAMOUFLAGED MAN on the ground, his knife laying next to him. He runs over, picks it up, and throws it at the DRIVER. The knife whips across and sticks into the DRIVER shoulder, causing him to drop the shotgun. The DRIVER screams in pain as he wrenches the knife from his arm. He watches as the PASSENGER takes off down the dirt path. Driver Fuck! The DRIVER picks up the shotgun and runs back into the cabin. INT. CABIN - SAME The DRIVER goes into the room with the bag of cash. He zips it up, slings it over his shoulder, and takes off out the room. EXT. DIRT PATH - SAME THE PASSENGER runs down the dirt path toward the car. EXT. CABIN - SAME THE DRIVER runs out of the cabin and down the dirt path in pursuit of his ex-partner. EXT. MAIN ROAD - SAME THE PASSENGER runs off of the dirt path and over to the car. He tries to open it but realizes that he doesn’t have the keys. Passenger Damn it! He looks around. He knows that the DRIVER is fast on his heels. EXT. DIRT PATH - SAME The DRIVER runs down the dirt path. EXT. MAIN ROAD - SAME The DRIVER runs out onto the main road, he looks around but all he sees is the car. He walks around the area, his shotgun held tight ready to shoot. He circles around the car slowly. Suddenly the PASSENGER jumps out of the woods and throws the DRIVER against the car. The DRIVER tries to swing the gun around but the PASSENGER kicks it out of his hands and punches the DRIVER in his face. Passenger FUCK YOU! The PASSENGER throws another fist to the DRIVER’S face and then begins to punch his wounded shoulder. The DRIVER screams in agony. He drops to the ground and is kicked in the stomach. The DRIVER blocks one of the PASSENGER’S kicks and elbows him in the stomach. The PASSENGER falls to the ground and goes for the shotgun that the DRIVER had. He picks it up and aims just before the driver can take out a pistol in his waistband. Passenger Don’t you fuckin move! The DRIVER freezes his hand before he can get the gun. The PASSENGER slowly stands up with the shotgun aimed for the DRIVER’S face. Passenger Now slowly, and I mean slowly, take the gun and toss it here. The DRIVER removes the pistol from his waistband and tosses it to the PASSENGER’S feet. Passenger Now the cash. The DRIVER slides the bag from off of his shoulder and throws it to the PASSENGER. Passenger The keys for the car. Give em to me. The DRIVER reaches in his pocket and takes out the keys he tosses them to the PASSENGER. The PASSENGER catches them. The DRIVER watches the PASSENGER sling the bag of cash over his shoulder. Driver Now you gunna kill me? Take the money and run? Passenger No. I’m going to bring it back to Mickey. Let him know what the fuck you tried to pull out here. So from now on you’ll be looking over your shoulder, waiting for your fucking bullet. Driver This isn’t over. Suddenly a large object swings in the background and hit’s the PASSENGER in the back of the head. Knocking him out cold. FADE IN FROM THE BLACK EXT. WOODS - LATER THE PASSENGER’S eyes slowly open, he looks around to see that he is in the middle of the woods. He winces in pain. His head hurts like hell. He looks around. The bag of money is a few feet away from him and a shotgun lays on the ground next to it. He attempts to get up but he finds himself tied at the feet and his hands tied behind his back as he sits propped against a tree. He hears a familiar voice to the left of him Driver Hey there, partner. The PASSENGER looks over to see the DRIVER walk over to the bag of money with a pistol in his hand. The DRIVER tosses the pistol into the bag and picks up the shotgun. Passenger You’re fuckin DEAD! The DRIVER raises a finger to his lips to tell the PASSENGER to be quiet. The PASSENGER attempts to get his hands free of the rope. It’s useless; boy scouts don’t tie better knots. The DRIVER lights up a cigarette. Passenger You fuck, you were supposed to be my friend, I know- Driver Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship and especially about you and me. (Beat) How’s the head feel? Bet it hurts like shit. The PASSENGER starts to remember why his head hurts. Passenger Who hit me? The DRIVER smiles evilly. He exhales a thick puff of smoke. Driver Why don’t you see for yourself? Come on out! He’s awake! The PASSENGER looks around; he hears footsteps, coming from behind. P.O.V. shot of the person walking and turning to see The PASSENGER on the ground. The PASSENGER’S eyes widen. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. Passenger Angela? ANGELA is mid twenties, very pretty, innocent looking. She smiles when she sees him on the ground. Angela Hey you. Driver Bet you didn’t see that one coming huh? The PASSENGER stares at her. Passenger What the fuck are you doing? ANGELA walks over to the DRIVER. She kisses him, long and passionately in front of the PASSENGER. The PASSENGER shakes his head in disbelief. Passenger Angie, Baby? Angela Save it with the baby bullshit. It’s over. It has been for a long time. You took your sweet ass time with me. And now I’ve found what I really want. The PASSENGER tries to get out of his restraints. He stops when he realizes he can’t. Driver I told you man. The only thing a woman cares about is the size of a man’s bank account. And as of 1 hour ago, mine has increased a lot more than yours. You let a woman come into your life and you got shit your enemies can fuck you up with. The DRIVER laughs and points to ANGELA. Driver Point proven. He lifts up the shotgun and points it at the PASSENGER. He looks into The PASSENGER’S eyes. Pauses. Then squeezes the trigger. The PASSENGER slumps over. Very dead. The DRIVER lets out a quiet sigh, and brings the shotgun to his side. He turns around and sees ANGELA smiling. Driver That’s it baby. Just you and me. The DRIVER kisses ANGELA. He moves over to the bag of money, kneels down in front of it and smiles. Driver It’s all ours, baby girl. A year and half of waiting and we can finally be to- He stops mid sentence and looks around, wondering about something. BOOM! The DRIVER’S brains splatter all over the forest floor. ANGELA looks down on the dead body with the smoking pistol in hand. WIDE SHOT as she looks among the two bloody bodies. She tosses the pistol next to the dead Driver and walks over to the bag of money. She zips it up and carries it on her shoulder. She walks off into the woods. 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