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BANDITS, BULLETS, AND A WHOLE LOTTA BAD!
Written by
Phillip Rogers
PDRogers88@gmail.com
EXT. HIGHWAY (WEST TEXAS) - SUNSET
The barren desert, where every creature must struggle to
survive and even the plants arm themselves with prickly
spines. An empty highway stretches towards the setting sun.
VINCE (V.O.)
I always hated at the end of movies
when when the good guys just ride
off into the sunset.
WOOSH! A jet black '69 Mustang soars past, blaring a punk

infused take on ROCKABILLY. Fast. Loud. The music of outlaws.
INT./EXT. HERO CAR (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS

A four-fingered hand, wrapped in bloody bandage, holds a
cigarette out the driver's window.
VINCE SUTTER (30), exhausted and battered, takes a drag.

Tattoos peek out from under his blood-spattered, retro tuxedo
(winged collar, ruffled undershirt, and full cummerbund).
VINCE (V.O.)
No explanation of what happens to
them-- Where they go?-- What
they're gonna to do? Nothin'.
STATIC kills the music. Vince scans the radio but only finds
CLASSIC COUNTRY. He sneers. Vince hates country.
An uninjured, sharply dressed man, KIM CHOI (also 30), spoons

a DUFFEL BAG of cash in the back. Even asleep he wears his
contagious grin.
VINCE (V.O.)
I guess we're just supposed to
assume everyone lives happily ever
after.
Decidedly not happy, Vince grits his teeth and GUNS the gas,
until-- BANGING comes from the trunk. Vince's eyes dart to
the rear view mirror. Kim shifts awake.
KIM
Sleepin' beauty must've finally
woke up.
VINCE
Shit.
CUT TO:
2.
BLACK.
THRASHING in the darkness and MUFFLED SCREAMS.
INT./EXT. HERO CAR - TRUNK - SUNSET

Light fills the trunk as Vince opens it. He and Kim look
inside, scolding.
VINCE
Now, I know what you're gonna say.
NICK SUTTER (25), lays in the trunk, hands bound, mouth
taped, and feet bare. He wears a stained T-shirt and pajamas.
The sight of his captors turns him from fright to fury.
VINCE
You're gonna say "What the fuck,
Vince!" and rightly so, but hear me
out--
Vince pulls the tape off of Nick' mouth.
NICK
WHAT THE FUCK, VINCE!
VINCE
I know-- just-- calm down.
NICK
I THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS GONNA KILL
ME! OR-- OR SELL MY ORGANS! I
THOUGHT I WAS FUCKING DEAD!
VINCE
Sell your-- what?-- No. Nicky--
Vince covers Nick's mouth, silencing him.
VINCE
Listen. I gotta tell you somethin'
and you gotta promise not to freak
the fuck out. Can you do that?
Nick nods. Vince takes away his hand. Hesitates. Then...

VINCE
We stole 5 million dollars from
Cheung and now we're headed--
NICK
WHAT?-- WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
3.
Vince tries to continue but it's no use over Nick's CUSSING

and FLAILING. He replaces the tape. SLAMS the trunk. Then
leans against the car for a long moment.
VINCE
He's not ready to come out yet.
KIM
(jokey, miming a pistol
firing)
And you didn't even tell him about
the--
Vince glares-- SHUT UP. They walk towards the car doors.
VINCE
I'll tell him after we cross.
KIM
Right. And how're we gonna do that
with him bangin' around the trunk?
VINCE
Quickly.
KIM
Uh-huh. What's plan B then?
VINCE
No plan B.
KIM
I really think there should be a
plan B.
Another glare, then Vince ducks into the car and CRANKS the
engine. Kim follows. COUNTRY bleeds through the radio static
as they drive off, past a sign that reads, "JUAREZ 190 mi."
KIM (O.S.)
What if we stop for a drink and
come up with a plan B?
VINCE (O.S.)
No.
KIM (O.S.)
Can we stop for a drink anyway?
VINCE (O.S.)
The girlfriend's gonna realize he's
gone soon.
4.
KIM (O.S.)
Don't worry about the girlfriend. I
took care of it.
VINCE (O.S.)
What d'you mean you took care of
it?
KIM (O.S.)
I took care of it.
VINCE (O.S.)
KIM! WHAT DID YOU DO?
INT. NICK & TIFFANY'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Half a dozen caged dogs YIP and HOWL over the sound of a
muffled ALARM CLOCK. UNPAID BILLS and LATE NOTICES litter the
kitchen counter.
ON THE FRIDGE, a calendar with the week marked "graveyard
shift," hangs next to a photo of Nick and TIFFANY-- Preppy.
Wide smile. Appearance completely within control-- standing
in front of the DOGGY CAFE with a grand opening sign. Enough
of Vince remains in the photo to show he's been torn from it.
INT. NICK & TIFFANY’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Curtains drawn, the only light in the room comes from the
FLASHING, SOUNDING alarm clock. Tiffany, earplugs in and
sleeping mask on, stirs awake.
TIFFANY
Babe-- The alarm-- Babe, get the
alarm-- Babe-- Nick?
Tiffany reaches out to the other side of the bed, but instead
of her boyfriend she feels a CRINKLED NOTE. She whips off her
mask and reads the note:
"Everything is fine. Went on road trip. DON'T CALL THE COPS."
INT. NICK & TIFFANY’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

From her bedroom doorway, Tiffany surveys her apartment.
Nick's dogs continue to BARK in their kennels. Disheveled
furniture and a broken lamp show signs of a hours old
scuffle.
5.
Her gaze follows a trail of BLOODY SHOE PRINTS to the ajar

front door. Then she re-examines the crinkled note,
specifically the last sentence, "DON'T CALL THE COPS."
Off her very confused expression...
EXT. SEEDY MOTEL - NIGHT

A flickering VACANCY SIGN (that's never had reason to turn
off) hangs above a motel just off the highway. It's the exact
type of place you'd expect some shady shit to go down.
A PURPLE CADILLAC IDLES in it's parking lot. Two voices come

from within, SPEAKING SPANISH.
CARTEL BAGMAN
Say it again.
FATSO DRIVER
I got it.
CARTEL BAGMAN
AGAIN.
INT. PURPLE CADILLAC - CONTINUOUS

A ROSARY swings from rear view. The FATSO DRIVER behind the
wheel stares past it at a TORTA wrapped in foil on the dash.
FATSO DRIVER
Are you gonna eat that?
Another, much leaner, much more intense gangster in a
pristine white suit, the CARTEL BAGMAN, scowls.
FATSO DRIVER
Okay, Jesus. You and the boys go in
and make nice. I wait till you give
the signal and bring in the dope.
CARTEL BAGMAN
And if there's any trouble?
FATSO DRIVER
There's not gonna be any trouble.
CARTEL BAGMAN
IF there's any trouble.
FATSO DRIVER
Bro, nobody's stupid enough to fuck
with us. Not the cops.
(MORE)
6.
FATSO DRIVER (CONT'D)
Not the other gangs. And especially
not these stupid fuck bikers--
We're scary fuckin' people.
CARTEL BAGMAN
I know, it's just--
The bagman shoots a mean look to the rear view, where two
GRIZZLY HENCHMEN awkwardly observe. They get the point and
exit the car.
Alone, the bagman's tough facade disappears. He's scared.
CARTEL BAGMAN
I went to a curandera.
The driver bursts out LAUGHING.
FATSO DRIVER
You're all fucked up cause a witch
doctor?
CARTEL BAGMAN
A curandera. She-- she told death's
coming. A lot of death. And she
gave me this card for protection.
The bagman pulls out a PRAYER CARD with a grim reaper on it.
FATSO DRIVER
Gave you? For how much?
CARTEL BAGMAN
Five hundred.
FATSO DRIVER
FIVE HUNDRED!!!
Once again, the driver LAUGHS, until he sees his friend's
genuine concern.
FATSO DRIVER
Bro, if so much as one of those
biker fucks looks at you wrong--
The driver pulls out a SUB-MACHINE GUN. He's all confidence.
This guy would never leave his buddy to die in a motel in the
middle of nowhere.
FATSO DRIVER
I'll bust through that door and cut
them to fucking pieces. I'm a
surgeon with this thing.
(MORE)
7.
FATSO DRIVER (CONT'D)
A fucking savant. Shit, I hope they
try something so--
CARTEL BAGMAN
(LAUGHING, put at ease)
Alright, asshole. Just don't eat my
fuckin' food.
The bagman hops out of the car. The driver stops him.
FATSO DRIVER
HEY!
(beat, sincere)
Give me the card.
The bagman looks unsure, but relents and hands over the
prayer card. He and his grizzly guards walk off, entering a
room of the motel.
Immediately the driver eyes his buddy's food. He scans his
surroundings for witnesses and sees--
A biker babe, BONNIE, smoking next to the motel. She's mid-
20s, dark hair/make up, leather clad and tough but with a
cunning twinkle in her eye.
The driver makes eyes at her. Bonnie scoffs. Flicks her
cigarette in his direction. And disappears into the motel.
The driver's attention gravitates back towards the torta. He

grabs it. Unwraps it. Almost takes a bite when... A CRASH
comes from the motel followed by YELLING VOICES, FLASHES, and
GUNSHOTS.
FATSO DRIVER
SHIT!
The driver drops the sandwich. CRANKS the car. And SCREECHES
out of the lot, leaving his buddy to die in a motel in the
middle of nowhere.
EXT. CURLY'S SALOON - NIGHT

BANG! A truck backfires and drives off, revealing the guys'
Mustang parked outside a sun-beaten, dried out saloon in the
middle of nowhere. It’s covered in neon signs. One advertises
“World’s Best Coffee!”
8.
INT. CURLY'S SALOON - CONTINUOUS

The duffel bag rests on the floor between Vince's blood-
crusted shoes. He nurses a mug of coffee at the bar,
grimacing with each sip-- not the world’s best.
A few TRUCKER TYPES mingle throughout the saloon, and a
WORKING GIRL dances to, of course, CLASSIC COUNTRY. Nearby,
the BARMAID hustles, pouring drinks while an OLD DRUNK begs:
OLD DRUNK
C’mon, darlin.' Just one more on
the tab.
BARMAID
Tell you what. Pay what you owe and
I’ll start you a new one gladly.
(to Vince)
More coffee?
Vince puts his hand over the mug.
BARMAID
Suit yourself.
The barmaid walks off.
OLD DRUNK
Just some well whiskey, hon.
Vince checks his watch. Impatient. They need to go. Just then
Kim exits the bathroom rubbing his nose. Eyes bloodshot. He’s
high.
KIM
WOOOO!
All smiles, he approaches the bar and DRUMS on it. Too
excited.
BARMAID
How can I help ya, hon?
KIM
The desert makes me thirsty.
(addressing the crowd)
HOW 'BOUT A ROUND ON ME!
The bar CHEERS. Kim slaps a wad of cash in front of the
barmaid with a wink.
KIM
Keep the change, sweetheart.
9.
Vince glares from the opposite end of the bar.

VINCE
(sotto)
God dammit.
OLD DRUNK
Your friend sure is kind with his
money.
VINCE
My money.
OLD DRUNK
What’s that?
VINCE
Nothin'.
OLD DRUNK
It’s not often we get big spenders
‘round here. What’s your trade?
VINCE
Lately?-- Luck.
OLD DRUNK
Find that hard to believe.
VINCE
Why’s that?
The old drunk eyes Vince's blood-spattered tux and various
injuries.
OLD DRUNK
No offense, fella, but you look
like shit.
Vince turns a cold shoulder to the old coot.
Across the bar, Kim waves down the barmaid.
KIM
Couple shots of your finest. Don’t
worry, I have more somewhere.
He searches his pockets for more cash. The barmaid pours. Two
truckers approach, towering over Kim.
FAT TRUCKER
Thanks for the drink, bud.
10.
KIM
Least I can do for some hard
working gentlemen like yourselves.
Another wink, then Kim knocks back a shot.
TALL TRUCKER
What d’they call ya?
KIM
Me?-- Kim Choi. Glad to meet ya.
Kim puts out his hand for a shake. The truckers look at each
other.
TALL TRUCKER
Kim?
The tall trucker points toward the wasted WORKING GIRL,

swaying not at all to the music.
TALL TRUCKER
I think that’s her name, too.
FAT TRUCKER
Oh but yur much more pretty.
The trucker's LAUGH and Kim's face turns sour. He goes for
the other shot.
FAT TRUCKER
We’re just messin’ with ya, bud.
The fat trucker pats Kim on the back and spills the shot on
Kim's jacket. Kim goes from sour to fuming.
The barmaid approaches Vince’s end of the bar. The drunk
talks at (not to) Vince, who gets more and more annoyed as he
rambles.
OLD DRUNK (O.S.)
The wife's damn dog I took care of
for goddam years up and bit me--
Me! Then he took off a runnin’ and
a runnin’. But dogs, y'know, when
they run, they mean to get caught.
It’s their nature.
VINCE
(to the barmaid)
Can you change the station?
The barmaid gives Vince a venomous smile, turns the volume
up, and walks off. Vince SIGHS.
11.
OLD DRUNK (O.S.)

Sure 'nuff next day he meanders
back, tail ‘tween his legs. So I
grabbed the scatter gun and took
care of business--
(somber)
The wife left me for that. Can you
believe it? But the damn thing bit
me and there’s only one cure for a
wild dog.
The old drunk uses his finger to mimic shooting Vince in the
head.
OLD DRUNK
BAM!
Vince snuffs out his cigarette and nabs a couple bottles from
behind the bar. The drunk looks horrified. Vince notices and
passes him one-- the well whiskey.
As Vince leaves, duffel bag in hand, Kim punches the tall
trucker and the whole bar erupts into a FIGHT.
BARMAID
HEY! CUT THAT OUT!
Vince exits without so much as a look back. The barmaid grabs

a bat and rushes into the fray. With Vince out of earshot:
BARMAID
(to Old Drunk)
Call the sheriff!
EXT. CURLY'S SALOON - NIGHT (LATER)

Vince, drunk, sits on his car’s trunk with the duffel bag on
one side and a half-empty bottle on the other. He toys with
his WEDDING BAND while talking (seemingly) to himself.
VINCE
Sometimes we'd joke about-- about
running, y'know. Just hop in the
car, crank some tunes, and--
(dismissive GRUNT)
We'd never get away. Not from her
dad. His business. But, if I knew--
(beat, dour)
How could I protect her when I
didn't even know--
Vince focuses on an inscription on the ring. It reads: "Till

death do us part."
12.
VINCE
We should've ran.
He pockets his ring and painstakingly unwraps his bandaged

hand, exposing his severed ring finger. It's gruesome.
Definitely treated far away from any hospital. He flicks off
the liquor’s cap. Almost pours it onto his wound. Stops.
VINCE
You want a drink?
No response.
INT. HERO CAR - TRUNK - CONTINUOUS
KNOCKING reverberates as Vince bangs from above. Nick just

stares, fury burning in his eyes.
VINCE (O.S.)
Hey, asshole. You awake?
EXT. CURLY'S SALOON - CONTINUOUS
Vince shrugs. Swigs. Then pours liquor on the wound.

Immediate regret. The pain shoots him to his feet pacing,
kicking, and CUSSING.
VINCE
Stupid-- FUCK-- That was stupid--
As he calms, Vince spots Kim through the bar window, laughing

and drinking with the truckers he previously fought. Of
course.
That annoys Vince. Then worries him. He glances at the cash,
then takes a long, hard look down the open road. Headlights
FLASH behind him as a truck pulls in but he doesn't notice.
SHERIFF VIRGIL (O.S.)
You the fella that called in the
disturbance?
VINCE
Jesus.
Vince hides his hand and puts himself between SHERIFF VIRGIL
and his own car. The sheriff hops out of his truck.
VINCE
Nah. Just takin’ in the night air.
The sheriff ogles Vince's ride with a WHISTLE.
13.
INT. HERO CAR - TRUNK - CONTINUOUS

Nick hears the sheriff and perks up.
SHERIFF VIRGIL (O.S.)
Wish the force would set me up with
one of those.
VINCE (O.S.)
It's a friend’s.

Vince moves into the light. The sheriff eyes him, suspicious.
SHERIFF VIRGIL
You’re lookin’ a little worse for
wear. Maybe get a cup of joe ‘fore
heading out.
The sheriff turns and continues toward the bar.
SHERIFF VIRGIL
Ain’t much to run into out here but
drink enough and you’re like to
find it.
VINCE
Yeah. Thanks.
SHERIFF VIRGIL
Take care now.
Nick BANGS and from the trunk.
NICK
HELP! I’M LOCKED IN! PLEASE HELP!
HELP!!!
A shared moment of shock, then the sheriff draws his pistol.
Vince holds his hands up, defensive. Nick continues to BANG.
SHERIFF VIRGIL
Turn around and put your hands on
the vehicle.
VINCE
Whoa, listen, it’s not what you
think.
SHERIFF VIRGIL
Stop walking.
14.
Vince stops. His arms begin to lower.

SHERIFF VIRGIL
Hands up!
Vince’s hands shoot up. He nods towards the front seat.

VINCE
The lever’s in the front-- for the
trunk.
(beat, pleading)
Please. It's just-- He’s my
brother.
SHERIFF VIRGIL
Slowly, open the door and pop the
trunk.
Neither takes eyes off each other. Nick’s BANGING
intensifies. Vince creeps to the driver’s door and...
SHERIFF VIRGIL
SLOWLY!
... opens it. Slowly.
With viper speed, Vince pulls a REVOLVER from under the car
seat. FIRES. Then whips toward the bar's entrance. Behind,
the sheriff falls like a rag doll. Dead.
Nick STOPS banging.

The barmaid cuts the music. The entire bar, including Kim,
looks towards the entrance.
KIM
(to self)
Piece of shit.
Kim notices the surrounding tension and recovers:
KIM
My buddy’s car. May look fancy but
the piece of shit backfires every
time he cranks it.
Kim pulls out some more cash.
KIM
How 'bout another round. I’m not
done apologizing yet.
15.
He points at the tall trucker sporting a fresh black eye.

KIM
Two for this guy.
EXT. CURLY’S SALOON - CONTINUOUS
Vince continues aiming. Waiting. Until the BAR SOUNDS return

to normal. He falls on his ass and rubs his scalp. Tears well
in his eyes. Overwhelmed.
INT. CHEUNG'S MANSION - STUDY - NIGHT

SECURITY MONITORS display footage from all over the mansion.
One shows the Mustang in the driveway. In the others, Vince
marches through rooms and hallways BLASTING henchmen. No
emotion. No concern for his own safety.
VARIOUS POLICE (O.S.)
Stone cold killer./ Christ!/ Is he
wearing a cummerbund?
The police crowd a set of monitors shoved in the corner of
the otherwise rustic office with it's oaken desk and shelves
of leather-bound books.
Crime-scene tape bars AGENT GARZA (late-30s) from the room.
Professionally dressed with an untamed energy, she's nearly
pacing as she stares at the monitors, past the DETECTIVE
briefing her.
DETECTIVE
C-C-T-V helped us I-D the perp.
Vincent Sutter. Son-in-law to the
homeowner. No I-D on the accomplice
in the car, but the perp's brother
was reported missing by his
girlfriend 'bout an hour ago. Seems
likely it's him. We got a unit
pickin' her up now.
ON THE MONITOR, Vince, sobbing, holds his revolver on CHEUNG-
- a mid-50s, husky, Chinese businessman with criminal ties to
the old world. It's a standoff over the oaken desk. Then BAM!
Vince’s gunshot rips Cheung’s head back. The police react
with SHOCK as Cheung falls out of view.
DETECTIVE
The feed cuts out before we could
see what he did with the body--
16.
GARZA
The body?
DETECTIVE
Yeah. The homeowner-- uh, Clarence
Cheung-- his body was taken from
the scene.
Garza throws the detective a disgusted look, then ducks under
crime-scene tape, entering the room.
DETECTIVE
Sorry, you can't--
She holds her TEXAS RANGER BADGE in the air.
GARZA
Okay, people. This's part of an
ongoing investigation. Please clear
the room--
The officers, all except the detective, file out.
DETECTIVE
What’re you doin’?
GARZA
Preserving the integrity of the
crime scene.
DETECTIVE
But--
GARZA
Detective! This homicide connects
to a years' long investigation
that-- frankly-- falls outside your
local expertise.
Furious, but out-ranked, the detective exits.

GARZA
The door.
The detective SLAMS the door behind.
Alone, Garza bursts to the desk and frantically rummages
through papers, drawers, everything. Her CUSSING crescendos
to a climax...
GARZA
FUCKING SHIT!
17.
... before she throws the Rolodex and slumps over, head in
hands. Fucked.
ON ONE MONITOR, unseen by Garza, Vince sits at the desk.
Exhausted, he puts the revolver to his own temple. Almost
pulls the trigger. But stops. He sees the DUFFEL BAG and uses
the revolver to peek within. Shock. Then the feed cuts out.
INT. HARDIN'S CAR - NIGHT

RAIN pelts the windows of the cherry red, mid-70s Dodge
Charger as STROBING lights fill the cab with red and blue.
Outside, police scurry around CHEUNG'S MANSION.
HARDIN (55), formidable and mysterious, sits in the driver
seat. He's only seen from behind, though we can tell from his
stetson that he more easily fits the Texas Ranger image.
Garza ducks into the car and waits. She’s nervous. Scared
even. Hardin turns down the CLASSIC COUNTRY on the radio.
GARZA
No paperwork. Computers were wiped.
So far we're clean, but they got
the shooter on C-C-T-V.
(beat)
It's the husband.
Hardin let's out a mirthless CHUCKLE.
HARDIN
And Cheung?
GARZA
Dead.
HARDIN
Shame.
GARZA
Shame? Him dyin' before the Feds
picked him up's the only bit of
luck we've had.
HARDIN
Still. Owed me a debt.
GARZA
Jesus, Hardin. Did you not hear me?
They already I-D-ed Sutter. They'll
have him in cuffs by dawn.
18.
HARDIN
And?
GARZA
AND? And how long do you think
it'll take before he talks?
HARDIN
Then I guess we better kill 'im.
GARZA
Him and who else? Every scumbag in
town had his hands in Cheung's
pocket. No. No, we got to kill
everyone.
HARDIN
Everyone?
GARZA
Everyone.
HARDIN
S'ppose you're right.
FLASH and a POP as Hardin shoots Garza, without even looking.
She slumps in her seat. Blood sprayed on the passenger
window.
EXT. CHEUNG'S MANSION - HARDIN'S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Surrounded by POLICE too busy to notice, Hardin rolls Garza's
corpse carelessly out the passenger door.
HARDIN (O.S.)
Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. Just
don't know when to quit.
Hardin turns the CLASSIC COUNTRY back up. Shifts the Charger
into gear. And slowly drives off.
INT./EXT. HERO CAR (MOVING) - NIGHT

A BLARING HORN wakes Vince, behind the wheel, as he drives
straight toward a pair of headlights.
VINCE
Fuck!
He cuts the wheel. The car SKIDS to a stop as a semi barrels
past. A near miss. Vince tries to calm himself.
19.
EXT. HERO CAR - SUNRISE

Sitting on the hood, Vince stares at the sunrise. Exhausted.
Within the car, Kim stirs awake.
KIM
You get any sleep?
VINCE
Let him out.
SMASH CUT:
INT. CLASSIC DINER - DINING AREA - DAY

NICK
FUCK YOU!
Vince blows smoke in Nick’s face as reply. They sit across
from each other in a booth with a view of the PARKING LOT.
Kim, also seated, eats his breakfast, unaffected.
KIM
(whisper)
Shh... Keep it down.
NICK
And what was that last night? Was
that a fuckin' gun shot?
VINCE KIM
It was fireworks. A car backfired.
KIM
(to Vince, baffled)
Fireworks?
NICK
Of course, you already ruined my
life why not throw in a kidnapping.
KIM
It wasn't a kidnapping.
VINCE
You wouldn't have come otherwise.
NICK
First my business, then--
VINCE
Oh it's my fault your cafe for dogs
went under?
20.
NICK
A cafe where you play with dogs,
and it was the loan shark--
VINCE
He's a business man.
NICK
He's an ARSONIST!
VINCE
He let the dogs out first.
NICK
Oh yeah. Thanks for that. Living in
a one bedroom with a dozen dogs has
been great for my relationship--
(sudden realization)
Oh god, Tiff's gonna lose it.
KIM
Who’s Tiff?
VINCE
(to Kim)
The girlfriend.
(to Nick)
She'll be fine. You can send for
her when we get to Mexico.
NICK
Mexico? I hate Mexico. I don’t even
like Mexican food. I don't want to
go to Mexico.
KIM
Not even with a third of five
million dollars.
VINCE
(to Kim)
A third?!
NICK
Not with a billion dollars. I--
A CHEERY WAITRESS cuts their conversation short. She tops off
their coffees. Kim compliments through a shit-eating grin:
KIM
Thanks so much. That's great.
Wonderful.
21.
CHEERY WAITRESS
Sure thing, sug.
She pours Vince's coffee. Her hand shakes. Vince notices.
KIM
Thank you. You're an angel.
Absolutely great. Thanks.
As the waitress leaves her smile becomes concern.
KIM
(oblivious)
Waitresses fuckin’ love me.
Vince watches the waitress pass the KITCHEN DOORS. After a
long moment an ARGUMENT escalates behind them. Vince looks
suspicious, until:
NICK
I want to go home.
VINCE
Well, that's not an option.
NICK
Why? The money?
VINCE
Becau--
Vince stops himself. He has to be delicate.
VINCE
I shot Cheung.
NICK
YOU WHAT?!
VINCE
Keep your voice down!
NICK
You shot your--
KIM
Well, killed.
Vince shoots Kim a cold stare.
NICK
You killed your father-in-law!
22.
VINCE
Keep it down.
KIM
See why we had to kidnap you now?
VINCE
It wasn't a kidnapping.
NICK
And what about Molly? You shoot her
too?
Vince SLAMS the table. That was too far. Kim puts his hand on
Vince's shoulder and quickly tries to change the subject.
KIM
Things look bad now, we know, but
when this blows over and we’re
sittin’ pretty with millions--
NICK
I don’t want millions.
VINCE
The fuck would you turn down that
kinda money for?
NICK
Cause I don’t want anything from
you.
They glare, sharing an unhealed wound that could be stronger
if they would just let it scar over. But they won’t.
The waitress returns.

CHEERY WAITRESS
Can I get anything else for you
fellas?
VINCE
No!
NICK
I-- have to go to the bathroom.
VINCE
Bullshit.
Nick stands. Vince tries to stand with him but Kim forces him
back down. Confused, the waitress points to the bathrooms.
23.
CHEERY WAITRESS
Just back there.
Nick leaves the table. Kim continues his shit-eating grin.

KIM
Just the check, please. Thanks.
You're a doll. Absolute doll.
Service was great.
The waitress hands Kim the check and leaves, still confused.
VINCE
(sarcastic)
Thanks for the help.
KIM
You're beyond fuckin' help--
Fireworks?
(beat)
And, I'm amazed this needs to be
said, but you gotta stop shootin'
people.
Vince leans back in his seat. Unconvinced.

KIM
I'm serious.
INT. CLASSIC DINER - BATHROOM CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Nick passes out of sight of Vince and Kim. A GRUFF BIKER, in

a leather vest embroidered with the Grim Reaper and an
armload of paper towels, erupts from the bathroom and pushes
past.
GRUFF BIKER
Watch it.
Forced by the push, Nick falls onto a PAY PHONE. His eyes
light up.
INT. CLASSIC DINER - CONTINUOUS

The gruff biker darts toward the kitchen's push-door
entrance. There's a "Staff Only" sign on the door, under
which is scrawled, "STAY THE FUCK OUT!"
Arms full, he KICKS the doors open, revealing:
24.
INT. CLASSIC DINER - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The CARTEL BAGMAN (from the motel scene) sits, WAILING CUSSES
in Spanish, while a hole in his gut ruins his fancy white
suit. The diner's COOK sops up blood pooling around the
bagman's chair.
GRUFF BIKER
Got more towels.
THE COOK
CLOSE THE GODDAM DOOR!
The gruff biker enters. Doors close behind.
THE COOK
My goddam floor-- Why d'you have to
bring him here? He's dyin'.
Biker babe Bonnie (also from the motel) pauses her wild
search through drawers and cabinets to point at the cook.
BONNIE
HEY-- He ain't gon' die!
THE COOK
How'd you figure that?
BONNIE
Cause that ain't the plan.
Ah-Ha! Bonnie finds a pill bottle. She pops a couple herself
then cautiously approaches the bagman. His ire focuses on her
but Bonnie remains calm.
BONNIE
Now these are gonna help with the
pain.
Bonnie forces a handful into his mouth.
BONNIE
You just gotta stop--
She removes her hand and the bagman SPITS the pills in her
face.
BONNIE
--spitting.
She wipes her face clean.
GRUFF BIKER
We're fucked.
25.
BONNIE
WE AIN'T FUCKED!
Regaining composure, Bonnie turns back to the bagman. Calm.
BONNIE
We just gotta come to an
understanding-- Now, we didn't know
who ya were when we done-- what we
done-- So you-- You gotta tell your
friends-- your partners-- that this
was just a misunderstanding. An
accident. Yeah?
Bonnie nods with a charming smile.
BONNIE
(slowly)
Acc-i-dent. Comprende?
The bagman calms. Could he be relenting?

Then he SPITS blood in her face and goes back to CUSSING and
THREATENING.
Bonnie walks back towards her gruff friend by the door. They
talk quietly.
BONNIE
We're fucked.
CARTEL BAGMAN
Hey-- PUTA.
The bagman's clarity grabs the room's attention. Where he was
wild and untamed before, now he's focused and menacing.
CARTEL BAGMAN
(broken English)
My people-- will-- kill you-- your
family-- your friends-- They'll cut
your tits off and leave you for
dead, puta chingala. YOU DON'T FUCK
WITH--
The cheery waitress, though not too cheery now, BURSTS into
the kitchen.
CHEERY WAITRESS
Will you keep it down? I'm almost
rid of these boys--
(re: the floor)
Oh, the goddam floor.
26.
BONNIE
What boys?
Bonnie peeks into the DINING ROOM:
INT. CLASSIC DINER - BONNIE'S P.O.V.

Vince and Kim argue at their booth.
VINCE
Well, go check on him!
KIM
Al-fuckin'-right! God! You're an
asshole when you're cranky.
Kim gets up and Vince throws his cigarette in Kim's coffee.
INT. CLASSIC DINER - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Bonnie allows a devious grin.
BONNIE
Sorry, amigo--
She un-sheaths a BOWIE KNIFE on her hip. The bagman throws
the chunk of steel a terrified look.
BONNIE
-- New plan.
INT. CLASSIC DINER - BATHROOM CORRIDOR - DAY

Nick leans against the payphone with the receiver to his ear.
NICK
No, no, babe. I'm fine. It's just
Vince. He's in trouble again and--
TIFFANY (ON PHONE)
Where are you?
NICK
Some crapped out diner heading
towards Mexico.
TIFFANY (ON PHONE)
What diner? What’s it called?
27.
NICK
I don’t know. Some dive off the 10,
I think.
Nick sees a neon sign that reads: “World’s Best Coffee.”
NICK
(sarcastic)
Apparently they serve the world's
best coffee.
TIFFANY (ON PHONE)
Are they with you?
NICK
Yeah, but babe, listen--
INT. INDUSTRIAL WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Nick's voice plays over speaker phone.
NICK (ON PHONE)
You remember Vince's father-in-law?
Tiffany sits in a chair in a warehouse full of de-
commissioned machinery. Her hand, holding the phone, shakes.
Her eyes focus intently across from her.
TIFFANY
Yeah.
NICK (ON PHONE)
Well, he wasn’t just Vince’s
father-in-law, he was also a really
bad man, a dangerous man, and
Vince-- Vince killed him.
CHEUNG, the father-in-law, stands across from Tiffany. Not
dead. He wears a haunting grimace and a blood-soaked bandage
covers his left eye and extends across his head.
TIFFANY
Oh my God.
Two intimidating, but well-dressed henchmen (QUAN and LIU)
flank Tiffany on either side.
NICK (ON PHONE)
So, there might be people looking
for him. Just go to your mom's for
a couple of days and I'll meet you
there, okay?
28.
TIFFANY
Okay.
NICK (ON PHONE)
These are dangerous people, Tiff.
Tiffany returns Cheung's haunting stare.
TIFFANY
I know.
INT. CLASSIC DINER - BATHROOM CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

Nick turns to see Kim in the doorway, not happy.
NICK
I gotta go.
TIFFANY (ON PHONE)
Wait--
Nick hangs up the receiver.
INT. CLASSIC DINER - DAY

Still in the booth, Vince toys with his wedding band. He
wears that same tortured expression he seems to put on
whenever he's alone.
BONNIE (O.S.)
She the reason you're all dolled up
in the middle of nowhere?
Startled, Vince drops the ring in his coffee, then WINCES as
he burns himself fishing it out. Bonnie approaches with a
flirtatious CHUCKLE.
VINCE
You could say that.
Behind, through the window, the gruff biker drags the
bagman's CORPSE toward the guys’ car.
Bonnie glances at the corpse and then sits, uninvited.
BONNIE
Figured it wasn't for the piss poor
coffee.
Vince throws some cash on the table (hundreds), grabs the
duffel bag, and stands to leave, almost putting the gruff
biker into his line of sight.
29.
BONNIE
Don’t!
Vince stops.
BONNIE
Afraid it's gonna kill ya to sit a
spell and chat?
VINCE
Rather not find out.
BONNIE
You’re not being very nice to
someone tryin’ to help you.
VINCE
And what would I need help with?
EXT. CLASSIC DINER - CONTINUOUS

The gruff biker, with ROAD MAP sticking out of his back
pocket, stuffs the body into the trunk and SLAMS it shut.

Vince turns to the noise. Bonnie can’t let him.
BONNIE
(too loud)
Gettin' across the border.
That strikes a nerve. Vince sits with his bag of stolen cash.
VINCE
I've got a passport.
BONNIE
C’mon. You look like hell. You're
payin' in hundreds.
Bonnie nods towards Nick and Kim, ARGUING in the BATHROOM
CORRIDOR.
BONNIE
And your buddy was in such a rush
to skip town he forgot to put on
shoes.
Vince tightens his grip on the bag. His eyes go keen.
30.
BONNIE
Don’t worry. I’m not gonna turn you
in. Not much reward for wife
killers anyway.
Confusion. Then Vince, realizing the cause of her mistake,
pockets his ring.
VINCE
And why would you help a wife
killer?
BONNIE
Business.
VINCE
Your business is borders?
BONNIE
My business involves borders.
Though it's usually it's hardware
that goes bang I get across, not
people that go bad.
VINCE
How?
BONNIE
When you can't go over or around--
VINCE
A tunnel?
BONNIE
(leaning in)
Sometimes you find more than
salvation in a church.
Vince pulls out a wad of cash. He thumbs out a few bills and
looks to Bonnie for approval. It’s not there. He puts the
entire wad on the table.
VINCE
Where?
BONNIE
West.
VINCE
West?-- That’s it?
BONNIE
Thought you had more money.
31.
Aggravated, Vince reaches for the bills.

BONNIE
Ah ah ah...
He stops. Then surveys the room. The cook and gruff biker bar
the exits. Intimidating. Then Vince’s eyes trace down
Bonnie's arm until it disappears under the table, where she
holds a pistol on him.
He takes his hands off the bills.
VINCE
Is this a negotiation or a
shakedown?
BONNIE
Can’t it be both.
Vince looks to the car.
INT. HERO CAR - CONTINUOUS

Vince’s revolver lies under the front driver seat.
KIM (O.S.)
What’s up?

Vince startles as Kim and Nick approach from the bathroom.
BONNIE
(sotto)
Get rid of ‘em.
VINCE
I’ll meet you guys in the car.
Concerned, Kim's eyes dart to the duffel bag.
KIM
But--
Vince tosses Kim the keys.
VINCE
(to Bonnie)
Watch your nerves.
(to Kim)
The car tends to backfire.
32.
Staring down Kim, Vince's eyes scream, “see what the fuck is
going on here.” Does he get it?
KIM
Right.
Kim and Nick exit out the front past the gruff biker.
VINCE
What do you want?
BONNIE
Everything.
VINCE
You have everything.
BONNIE
I hear gold’s in demand.
That hits Vince like a ton of bricks.
VINCE
Why?
BONNIE
You ain't gettin' any more use
outta it.
Vince reaches back into his pocket. CLICK! Bonnie thumbs back
the hammer of her pistol. Vince puts the ring on the table.
His other hand grips the bag-- tight.
BONNIE
And the bag?
VINCE
You want my dirty laundry?
Bonnie looks contemplative. Her eyes drift toward the bag.

HONKING comes from outside and Vince shoots up.
VINCE
Good doing business with you.
BONNIE
Ah--
She gives Vince a suspicious look. Her flirtation has turned
to venom.
BONNIE
Drive safe. And remember-- West.
33.
Vince, white-knuckle clenched to the bag, continues to the

door. He brushes past the gruff biker. Exiting.
GRUFF BIKER
D'you really have to rob 'em?
Smirking, very satisfied with herself...
BONNIE
Had to make it believable, didn't
I?
INT. HERO CAR - DAY

Vince opens the car door and throws the bag at Kim in the
driver's seat.
VINCE
Move!
Kim scoots over and Vince replaces him.
KIM
You okay?
VINCE
Why the fuck didn’t you come back
inside?
KIM
You said to wait outside!
VINCE
Did it seem like I wanted you to
wait outside?
KIM
Those were the actual words that
came out of your face, so yes.
Vince pulls the revolver from under his seat. Kim reels back
and Nick dives to the floorboard.
KIM
What the fuck happened inside?
VINCE
If I'm not out in five, put the car
through the fuckin' window.
Vince moves to exit then stops when his eyes lock onto--
34.
The reflection of the ROAD MAP on the windshield. A small

border town is circled, and the word “WEST” is written
underneath.
EXT. CLASSIC DINER - PARKING LOT - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)

The guys PEEL OUT of the lot and hit the open highway. With a
plan.
INT. INDUSTRIAL WAREHOUSE - DAY

Cheung’s wristwatch TICKS. With every tick his money gets
farther away. He stands still. Eye clenched shut. Quan and
Tiffany watch, concerned. Liu is gone. TICK... TICK...
QUAN
Maybe--
Cheung winces.
CHEUNG
Quiet.
INT. LIU’S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Liu ROCKETS down the highway. Gauges maxed out. The
temperature gauge is in the red.
Cheung’s watch continues to TICK.

CHEUNG
Juarez. That’s where he'd go. To
Juarez to launder the money. My
goddam money!
A shooting pain doubles Cheung over, CUSSING in Chinese.
He pulls a bottle of medicine and pours himself more than an

ample dose. Quan looks at him unsure... worried.
QUAN
If they stop.
INT. LIU’S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

The engine RIP-ROARS. Every emergency light blinks on the
dash. The temp gauge hangs limp-- blown out.
35.
Liu sees and allows a slight look of concern.
EXT. MECHANIC’S SHOP - DAY

Liu SKIDS his car into the shop's lot. Black smoke fumes from
under the hood.
QUAN (V.O.)
And if Liu finds a way to make
miracle time.
The MECHANIC ROARS the engine of a sweet roadster with the
hood open. He stands at attention when Liu hops out of his
car.
MECHANIC
Boy, you done burnt out your--
Liu puts two bullets in the mechanic and one more through the
hood support rod of the roadster, closing the hood.
Liu hops in the car and SPEEDS OFF.
QUAN (V.O.)
Even if--

QUAN
They still got a night’s head
start.
CHEUNG
I KNOW, GOD DAMMIT!
Cheung knocks over one of the several surrounding pieces of
industrial equipment. Tiffany startles. Quan keeps his cool.
Cheung turns away to reveal a gun tucked into his waistband.

Tiffany sees it.
QUAN
We gotta buy time. Maybe we should
call in a favor.
CHEUNG
Favor with who?
QUAN
Someone with resources.
Cheung silences Quan with a blood-curdling glare.

36.
CHEUNG
Hardin?-- I'm done making deals
with the devil. No matter how much
I want them dead.
TIFFANY
You said you'd let Nick go. He has
nothing to do with this.
CHEUNG
I say a lot of things, princess.
TIFFANY
Bastard!
Tiffany lunges at Cheung, who falls like a heap. Quan pulls

Tiffany away but not before she gets Cheung’s gun. She points
it at her captors.
TIFFANY
Step back!
(to Cheung)
I am not your princess.
Tiffany pulls back the hammer. Quan steps in the line of

fire, unafraid.
QUAN
Hey! Hey-- You ever wanna see
outside this warehouse again?
Tiffany nods.
QUAN
Then think before you act.
He carefully reaches for the gun. Tiffany braces to fire...
but can’t do it. Quan takes the gun.
QUAN
And never point a gun at something
you don’t mean to kill.
Quan looks sad for a second. He knows what’s coming next.

Cheung recovers slowly. Lurches forward. And HITS Tiffany.
She falls hard. Then Cheung turns to Quan.
CHEUNG
Who do we know out West?
37.
EXT. DESERT - TRAILER - DAY

A shovel THWACKS, again and again, carving a grave into the
hard desert earth. It's swung by a REDNECK in the middle of a
vitriolic rant. Sweating. And digging.
REDNECK
Cannonball. Ever seen that one? And
it's sweet nineteen-seventy Pontiac
Firebird TRANS-AM! Or maybe Knight
Rider from the T-V. Seventy-two--
you guessed it-- Firebird. Smokey
and the Bandit--
Behind the redneck, a PRISONER SCREAMS through a gag. His
hands and feet are bound and pulled in opposite directions,
suspending him a few feet off the ground.
REDNECK
Hell! The entire Smokey TRILOGY.
Seventy-Seven. Eighty. Eighty--
goddam-- Three. All sweet. All
cherry. All FIREBIRDS.
The redneck stops. Squats next to his prisoner. Inches from
his face. Intense.
REDNECK
So I ask you. If this gorgeous
piece of American steel's good
enough for mister Burt-- GODDAM--
Reynolds-- What makes you think you
can talk trash 'bout my baby?
Reveal: the prisoner's tied between a shitty trailer and an
even shittier, IDLING, MID-70s PONTIAC FIREBIRD. It's rusted
and fumes burnt oil. He should not be proud of this vehicle.
REDNECK
Or do I need to tear you to pieces
to prove my point?
The redneck's cell phone RINGS. He and the prisoner share an

awkward look. The redneck points in his prisoners face--
REDNECK
We're not done.
And answers the phone.
Cheung watches Quan talking on his cell phone.

38.
REDNECK (ON PHONE)

Hello?
QUAN
It’s Quan. You busy?
EXT. DESERT - TRAILER - CONTINUOUS

The prisoner's SCREAMS intensify. The redneck shrugs it off.
REDNECK
Not particularly.
EXT. DESERT - TRAILER - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)
The redneck's Firebird MOTORS towards the highway. The

prisoner, hands and feet still bound, hops in the opposite
direction, SCREAMING through his gag.
INT. HERO CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Kim lays passed out in the back with the, now empty, liquor
bottle, using the duffel bag as a pillow. Nick sulks in the
passenger seat. Vince drives. Slowly, the quiet gets to him.
VINCE
Person.
NICK
What?
VINCE
A person. Remember?
NICK
No.
VINCE
The Grand Canyon trip.
(beat)
C'mon, we played this game for
fourteen straight hours. You have
to remember.
Nick cold shoulders Vince for a moment. Then...
NICK
Man?
VINCE
Yeah.
39.
NICK
Historical figure?
VINCE
Yep.
NICK
Ben Franklin.
VINCE
(baffled)
How d'you get that so fast?
NICK
Cause you always do Franklin.
VINCE
Not always.
NICK
Always. And we didn't play for
fourteen hours.
(beat)
Dad made us stop. Said it made us
fight too much.
Vince CHUCKLES at that, but Nick stays sullen. Vince gives
the game another try. Nick's tone stays caustic throughout--
VINCE
Alright. My turn.
NICK
Thing.
VINCE
Can you touch it?
NICK
Yeah.
VINCE
Is it living?
NICK
Uh-huh.
VINCE
(suspicious)
Does it have fur?
NICK
Sure does.
40.
Vince double takes. Scrutinizes for a second.

VINCE
Is this about the goddam dogs
again?
NICK
Of course it's about the dogs! And
the kidnapping! And the--
VINCE
Same old passive aggressive
bullshit--
The ensuing BICKERING wakes Kim. As he sits up, groggy, a
GLINT in the rear view catches his eye. It's the redneck's
FIREBIRD TRANS-AM, approaching fast.
KIM
Guys--
VINCE
I was tryin' to be nice to you.
NICK
What? You hoping the Stockholm
syndrome kicks in early?
VINCE
Tryin' to reach out-- Be the good
guy--
NICK
The good guy?
KIM
GUYS!
SMACK! The Firebird slams into them!
EXT. HIGHWAY/INT. CARS (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS

The redneck continues SLAMMING into the Mustang, nearly
running them off the road each time.
VINCE
The fuck?
NICK
Why’s he hitting us?
41.
KIM
(to Nick)
Switch with me.
Kim and Nick trade seats.
VINCE
(to Nick)
This isn't over.
Another SLAM! Kim falls, hitting the radio on. It plays
COUNTRY. Vince looks at it, disgusted.
The redneck aims a pistol at Vince.

VINCE
Shit!
Vince swerves. Bullets WHIZ by. Windshields SHATTER. Bullets
RICOCHET.
VINCE
Wheel!
KIM
Got it!
Kim grabs the steering wheel. Vince reaches for the revolver
under the seat.
A jolt as Kim SLAMS into the Trans-Am. Vince SMACKS his head.
The gun slides out of reach.
VINCE
KIM!
KIM
Sorry!
Vince feels for the revolver. Nick, cowering, sees the gun
and goes green. He slides it towards Vince, who catches it,
and in one swift motion sits up and aims at the redneck.
Smirking, he takes his time as the redneck reloads.
VINCE
Hold her steady.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Shit! The revolver is empty.
VINCE
Are you serious?
Vince grabs the wheel and tosses the revolver to Kim.
42.
VINCE
Reload!
Kim does but the redneck beats them to it and the GUNFIRE
resumes. Kim drops as many bullets as he gets in. Vince sees.
VINCE
What're you doing?
KIM
Reloading! You told me to reload--
I’m reloading!
Vince snatches the gun.
VINCE
Only need one.
Vince and the redneck aim at each other. Two SHOTS ring out.
The Trans-Am spins off the road. Vince slams his brakes
SKIDDING to a stop.
Calm. Vince shuts off the COUNTRY music.
INT. LIU’S NEW CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Liu ZOOMS down the DESERT HIGHWAY, burning through this car
just like the last.
QUAN (ON PHONE)
How’s it lookin’?
LIU
Alright. Any update on their
location?
EXT. INDUSTRIAL WAREHOUSE - ALLEY - CONTINUOUS

Quan lurks outside. He speaks quiet.
QUAN
No, nothing yet.
INTERCUT with Liu’ car.
LIU
Then why d’you call?
QUAN
The boss-- He’s-- The situation has
changed.
43.
LIU
What're you talking about?
QUAN
Retirement.
LIU
What do you mean?
QUAN
I mean I can take care of things
back here and you can go collect
our severance.
Liu considers it. Something catches his eye. He SCREECHES to
a halt outside of CURLY'S SALOON.
LIU
Hold up.
Liu’ reverses putting the neon blinking sign reading “World’s
Best Coffee” into view.
LIU
What did the boyfriend say about
the coffee?
INT. CURLY'S SALOON - DAY

We've been here before and the bar looks much the same. The
barmaid is again on shift. She inspects Vince’s wedding band
against the light. Bonnie sits across from her.
BARMAID
Is it stolen?
BONNIE
Traded for.
BARMAID
Sure. I’ll give you ten.
BONNIE
Ten? That’s real gold.
BARMAID
How would you know?
She tosses the ring back to Bonnie.
BONNIE
The look on the sucker’s face when
I traded him for it.
44.
Liu enters and goes straight for the bar.

BARMAID
What can I do ya for?
LIU
You seen a guy-- tall, dark hair,
looks like he’s been through a wood
chipper.
The description piques Bonnie's interest. She eavesdrops
while analyzing Liu. Nice shoes. Tailored suit. Gold watch.
BARMAID
This ain’t a dating service, pal.
LIU
I'm not-- Just-- have you seen this
man?
Liu pulls out a PHOTO of Vince. Bonnie catches a glimpse of
the picture. She throws her GRUFF BIKER buddy a curious look.
BARMAID
Him and another fella came through
last night. They headed out 'fore
last call.
LIU
Last night? Not this morning?
The barmaid nods. Liu turns to leave but SMACKS into the
gruff biker, who bars his exit. The biker grins.
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY

Vince ruts through the inside of the crashed FIREBIRD. He
pops his head out, WHISTLES at Kim, and tosses him the
redneck's PISTOL and a few MAGAZINES.
A few feet away, Nick stumbles out of the Mustang, DRY
HEAVING. Kim walks over and pats his back.
KIM
It's okay, bud. It’s just nerves.
INT. REDNECK'S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Vince shuffles through TRASH and spent BULLET CASINGS. He
moves on to the redneck's corpse and finds his CELLPHONE. He
scans the recent calls.
45.
EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS

Vince paces away from the wreck with the RINGING cell to his
ear.
NICK (O.S.)
What... what... WHAT THE FUCK!
KIM
Calm down. It’s over.
NICK
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? DID THAT
JUST HAPPEN?
Quan answers Vince’s call.
QUAN (ON PHONE)
What’s the news?
Vince looks confused until he hears a second voice. A dead
man's voice.
CHEUNG (ON PHONE)
That him?

Cheung snatches the cell.
CHEUNG
Give me that.
(into the phone)
Where are you?
Silence. Vince has hung up.
CHEUNG
Hello?... Hello?
EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS

Vince stares into the desert trying to process the seemingly
impossible.
KIM
It’s okay. Everything’s okay now.
NICK
EVERYTHING’S OKAY? ARE YOU FUCKING
SERIOUS?
(MORE)
46.
NICK (CONT'D)
YOU FUCKERS KIDNAP ME, BRING ME TO
THE MIDDLE OF THE GOD DAMNED
DESERT, WHERE SOME ASSHOLE SHOOTS
AT ME...
KIM
To be fair he was shooting at all
of us.
The trunk, forced by one of the many impacts during the

chase, is open. Nick sees the CORPSE within.
NICK
AND WHO THE FUCK’S THAT?
KIM
What the fuck?
(calling out)
Vince! You should see this.
Vince pulls his revolver. Furious. And charges Nick.
VINCE
I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!
Nick huddles on the ground and covers his head. Kim holds
Vince back.
KIM
Whoa. CHILL!
VINCE
Mother fucker sold us out.
KIM
What?
VINCE
We let him out of the trunk and
they found us. You think that’s a
coincidence?
Vince lashes out at Nick again, pointing the revolver, but

Kim holds him back. Nick dives back into the fetal position.
VINCE
WHAT DID YOU DO?
NICK
I DIDN’T DO SHIT!
KIM
No-- NO! Give me the gun, Vince.
47.
Vince points the gun at Nick. Nick duck and covers.
KIM
VINCE!
Vince hands Kim the gun.
KIM
Now, what happened?
VINCE
He's still alive.
KIM
Wha-- Who’s still alive?
VINCE
Cheung. Cheung’s still alive and he
know’s where we are.
KIM
That doesn’t make any sense.
VINCE
I called the last number on the
dead man’s phone and I heard HIS
FUCKING VOICE.
Vince throws the cellphone at Kim. Then spots the bagman's

CORPSE.
VINCE
WHO THE FUCK’S THAT?
KIM
(to Nick, solemn)
Who did you call?
VINCE
He called somebody?
NICK
Just Tiffany.
VINCE
And you knew about it?
NICK
Oh God. Does that mean Cheung has
Tiffany?
VINCE
Give me my gun back.
48.
Vince goes for his gun and Kim holds him back.
NICK
He has Tiffany! That’s how he knew
where to find us.
KIM
Just-- everyone calm down.
VINCE
Calm down? What if he sends more
people after us? What if he sends
Hardin?
The name strikes fear into Kim.
NICK
Who-- Who’s that?
KIM
A psycho with a badge that puts
anyone he kills on the wrong side
of the law.
VINCE
FUCK!
Kim SLAMS the trunk.
KIM
There’ll be more. We gotta hide
this heap.
Vince motions to the vast openness of the desert.
VINCE
Where?
KIM
Then we’ll just take it.
VINCE
I'm not riding with him.
KIM
Take the clunker then.
Vince begins to walk away then charges Nick again. Nick
huddles up in the fetal position. Vince stops.
VINCE
Fuck it.
He kicks dirt at Nick then walks to the Firebird.
49.
INT. HERO CAR - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)

Kim, behind the wheel, SLAMs the door, furious. Nick sits
passenger.
NICK
He's gonna kill us.
KIM
He's not gonna kill us. He's just
having blood suger issues.
NICK
Well, he's gonna kill me.
KIM
He’s not gonna--
Vince pops into Nick’s window. He snatches the duffel bag
from the back, sneering at Nick the whole time.
NICK
See!
Vince comes back--
VINCE
(to Nick)
Fuck you!
-- then storms off again.
KIM
Alright. He might kill you.
NICK
And Tiffany? You're gonna let him
get her killed too for what? A cut
of money?
At that Kim's tone darkens. He's hiding something.
KIM
It's not about the money. I owe
him.
(beat)
And hate to break it to you, bud,
but your girlfriend sold you out.
NICK
She'd never.
50.
KIM
She did. Now listen. This is
important. Did you call anybody
else?
NICK
No. Just her.
Kim doesn't look sold.
NICK
Just her! I swear.
INT. NICK & TIFFANY'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
The front door is open and so are all the dog kennels.
Tiffany's answering machine plays:
NICK (ON VOICEMAIL)
Vince and Kim, they-- they took me
and now we're in some middle-of-
butt-fuck nowhere bar heading
toward Mexico.
One of Nick's DOGS-- the cutest one-- licks HARDIN'S BOOT.
Hardin, only seen from behind, shakes the dog off. It YELPS
and runs off.
NICK (ON VOICEMAIL)

They stole a lot of money from
Vince’s father-in-law--
Hardin freezes. Interest piqued.
NICK (ON VOICEMAIL)
-- like a lot, a lot of money so
there are probably going to be
people looking for him. Just head
to your mom’s and--
Hardin hits the delete button. BEEEEEP.
Cheung pours medicine down his gullet. Tiffany looks

disgusted. She’s now duct taped to the chair, with her hands
behind her back.
TIFFANY
That doesn't look too good.
51.
CHEUNG
None of this does.
TIFFANY
Really. I'm a nurse.
CHEUNG
Excuse me if I don't take your
credentials seriously.
TIFFANY
I work the night shift. I was
supposed to work last night. People
are gonna be looking for me.
CHEUNG
Princess, they aren't gonna find
you.
Cheung pulls out his phone and walks away.
INT. CURLY'S SALOON - DAY

INTERCUT with Industrial Warehouse.
The muffled sounds of a vicious BEATING come from the
BATHROOM along with a RINGING cell phone.
GRUFF BIKER (O.S.)
Where’re they goin'?
LIU (O.S.)
I don't know.
GRUFF BIKER (O.S.)
WHERE?
LIU (O.S.)
I DON'T KNOW!
Bonnie exits the bathroom with the cell. She answers:
BONNIE
Hello, hello.
Cheung goes red. Furious.
CHEUNG
Who is this?
BONNIE
You must be Quan.
52.
Bonnie peeks into the BATHROOM where Liu is handcuffed to the

toilet. He’s surrounded by bikers.
LIU
NO. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE...
A biker KICKS him in the gut.
BONNIE
No? Could this be the boss-man
himself? Cheung, was it?
(beat)
Yeah, I know your name.
Bonnie walks towards the PARKING LOT.
BONNIE
And I know a lot more than that
thanks to your boy here. I know
about your house guest, I know
about your little accident, and I
know all about the money.
CHEUNG
Now you listen to me--
BONNIE
Y’know I'd listen, boss, I really
would but I see no ends to it.
Bonnie walks outside.

Bonnie’s met by a ROAR of REVVING engines as she steps
outside. Dozens upon dozens of bikers, the entire REAPER
BIKER CLUB, fill the parking lot.
BONNIE
It's probably best you just
consider that money as mine now
seein' as I'm about to go collect.
CHEUNG (ON PHONE)
(in Chinese)
I’M GOING TO GUT YOU, YOU--
BONNIE
Bye now.
Bonnie hangs up the phone and joins the chase.
53.
EXT. REDNECK'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY
The Firebird swerves behind the guys' Mustang. The alignment

is trashed and FLUID LEAKS from its undercarriage.
INT. REDNECK'S CAR (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS

Vince switches between trying to light his cigarette and
straightening out the car with his good hand.
VINCE
Backstabbing piece of shit.
(correcting himself)
Backstabbing pieces of shit.
The Firebird begins to CHUG and GULP. Vince HITS the dash.
VINCE
No, no, NO!
The RUMBLE of a dozen motorcycles. The first few choppers
peer over the horizon behind.
INT. HERO CAR (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS

Nick looks back at the Firebird.
NICK
Vince's falling behind.
KIM
The hell's he doing?

Vince HITS the wheel.
VINCE
Are you FUCKIN' serious?
The back windshield explodes from GUNFIRE.
VINCE
WHOA!

NICK
What was that?
54.
KIM
I don't know.
NICK
Was that a gun?
KIM
I don't know.
NICK
Did you hear gunshots?
KIM
I DON'T FUCKIN' KNOW!
INT./EXT. REDNECK'S CAR (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS

Four bikers swarm the Firebird. BURSTS of machine gun fire
THUD against the car.
Vince ducks. He punches the gas pedal but nothing happens.

KIM
He’s in trouble.
Kim begins to cut the wheel but Nick grabs it.
NICK
Wait!
Kim throws him a confused look.

Vince SLAMS into a biker and watches him tumble away in the
rear-view. Two more come into view and a BLAST destroys the
mirror.

NICK
I'm just saying he got himself into
this. Why should we risk our lives
for him?
Kim considers it.
55.
INT./EXT. REDNECK'S CAR (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS

The bikers ride along both sides of the Firebird, SHREDDING
it. Vince covers his back with the duffel bag. BULLETS riddle
the bag. None hit Vince.
The firing stops. Vince looks up. The barrel of a gun points
at his face. He squeezes his eyes shut and grits his teeth.
But Kim REVERSES into the aiming biker. Saving Vince.
VINCE
TOOK YOUR GOOD SWEET FUCKIN' TIME!
Vince uses a steering wheel club to press down the gas and
wraps his seat belt around the wheel to keep it steady.
EXT. HIGHWAY - CARS (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS

The two cars glide side by side. Nick opens his door. Vince
unlatches his own and it falls away, bouncing off the highway
until SMACK it takes out a biker.
NICK
JUMP!
VINCE
No shit!
Vince readies himself to jump. Just as he’s about to, a
bullet RICOCHETS in the Mustangs' cab and Kim swerves. Vince
catches himself just before jumping.
VINCE
The fuck are you doing?
KIM
There was a bullet.
VINCE
There’re bullets everywhere,
asshole.
KIM
Asshole?
Kim, angered, swerves just as Vince was about to jump again.
Vince catches himself just in time.
VINCE
Stop fucking around!
56.
KIM
Okay!
Vince makes the jump. The Firebird veers off the road, taking
out a few more bikers.
INT./EXT. HERO CAR (MOVING) - CONTINUOUS

Vince lands in the seat and slams the door.
KIM
The money!
Vince tosses Kim the tattered duffel.
KIM
(re: bullet holes)
Ah, what the--
VINCE
Gun!
Kim hands Vince the revolver.
VINCE
Don't you ever take my gun away
from me again!
KIM
Well, if you could keep your temper
in check.
Vince BLASTS a biker. Kim sees.
KIM
Never mind.
Vince FIRES wildly at the last two bikers then ducks back
into the car to reload.
The bikers flank either side of the Mustang. They both aim at
Nick. Though still furious, when Vince sees his brother in
danger, instinct takes over.
VINCE
GET DOWN!
BULLETS SHATTER the windows. Vince dives onto Nick, shielding
him from the raining glass. Nick SCREAMS.
The bikers, caught in their own crossfire, CRASH.
57.
Kim scans their surroundings. No more bikers. He begins a

hysterical, adrenaline fueled LAUGH, looking at his mirrors,
distracted.
KIM
That the best you got! We got half
a tank and clear roads to Mexico!
WOOOO!
Vince, frantic, checks Nick for wounds. None.
VINCE
You okay?
Nick looks up at his older brother. Grateful. He nods.
They’re in danger of having a nice moment until Nick looks
past Vince, down the road.
NICK
Look out!
A cow stands in the middle of the road. SKIDDING tires.
CRASH!
CUT TO: BLACK
EXT. INDUSTRIAL WAREHOUSE - ALLEY - DAY

Quan paces with a cellphone to his ear. The line RINGS.
LIU (ON VOICEMAIL)
This' Liu. Leave it.
The message ends with a BEEP and Quan hangs up. Frustrated.
BANGING and Cheung's CHINESE CURSES come from inside. Quan
shoots a worried look toward the commotion. He needs an out.

COUNTRY MUSIC plays on the radio. A cellphone RINGS. Hardin,
still from behind, sits at the bar with a shot of whiskey and
a smoking pistol. He’s surrounded by carnage. Dead bikers lay
strewn across pool tables and over the bar.
Hardin answers the phone without a word. He waits.

INTERCUT with outside the warehouse.
QUAN
Heard from anyone?
58.
HARDIN
Regarding?
QUAN
The boss had a family dispute and
now there's a small fortune in the
wind.
There's another surge of COMMOTION from inside the INDUSTRIAL
WAREHOUSE.
QUAN
He's not taking it well.
HARDIN
(surprised)
He's alive?
QUAN
The old man's hard to kill. Which
brings me to my point. I want to
make a deal.
HARDIN
What kind of deal?
Quan smiles. This is going well.

QUAN
Liu fell into some trouble going
after the money. You pick him up--
finish the job-- we do a three way
split.
HARDIN
And you take care of Cheung?
QUAN
That's the idea.
Hardin CHUCKLES. Then LAUGHS. Quan's confidence wanes. Then
Hardin hangs up.
QUAN
Hardin? Hardin?-- Shit!
Quan throws his phone. No more smile.
Hardin drinks the shot of whiskey, grabs his pistol, and

walks, boots CLACKING on the hard floor, towards the
bathroom. The COUNTRY MUSIC on the radio plays throughout.
59.
Opening the bathroom door, Hardin sees Liu beaten, bloodied,

and still cuffed to the toilet.
LIU
Oh Jesus-- Hardin. Thank God, man.
Get me out--
Hardin SHOOTS Liu then exits the saloon. Boots CLACKING.

There's even a slight skip in his step.
INT. HARDIN’S CAR - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)

Hardin enters and the engine ROARS. The radio continues the
MUSIC from the saloon. We almost catch Hardin's eyes in the
rear view, but they are obscured by his AVIATOR SUNGLASSES.
Smiling wide, Hardin turns the radio UP and joins the chase.
EXT./INT. HERO CAR - DAY

Crushed hood. Shattered windows. Smoke fuming. The guys'
Mustang appears totaled, and the cow doesn't look much
better.
Vince slowly comes to in the driver's seat. He lifts himself
from the wheel, even more bloodied and broken, but stops as
he peers through the shattered windshield. Horror.
VINCE'S P.O.V., Sheriff Virgil stands in front of the
Mustang. Smirking at Vince.
A GUNSHOT snaps Vince out of his hallucination. He turns to
see Kim standing in the middle of the road with his pistol
aimed at the sky.
VINCE
THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
KIM
Tryin' to get God’s attention.
Vince lumbers out of the wreckage and joins Kim. Motorcycle
engines RUMBLE in the distance as they peak over the horizon.
Vince and Kim see. Both look dejected.
VINCE
He ain't listenin'.
Vince shambles back to Nick and tries to nudge him awake.
VINCE
Come on, Nicky. We gotta go.
60.
KIM
We gotta get out of the open. Now.
Nick doesn't budge. Vince shakes him harder. Fear. Guilt.

This is worse than a nightmare.
VINCE
Nicky! Nick?... NICK!
Kim grabs the duffel bag then pulls and tugs at Vince.
KIM
There's no time, Vince. Let's go.
VINCE
But--
KIM
We gotta go!
Kim tears Vince away and rushes him toward a SHODDY DINER
just off the highway.
VINCE
NICK!
INT. SHODDY DINER - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)
Doors flank either side of the dilapidated dining room, with

a JUKEBOX next to the back exit.
Kim KICKS the front door open and ushers Vince (distraught)
to the middle of the room. The REVVING engines get closer.
KIM
Come on, man. Get it together.
They're coming. HEY!
Kim shoves the duffel bag into his hands.
KIM
There is no plan B.
Vince nods, slings the bag over his shoulder and composes
himself.
KIM
I’ll get the front. You get the
back.
Vince loads his revolver. Kim stands with pistol poised.
Shadows pass in front of the doorway and feet SHUFFLE.
61.
Behind the counter, a SLIM WAITRESS huddles completely

unnoticed by the guys. She's terrified.
Cheung TRASHES the warehouse, throwing equipment and CUSSING.

Quan scrutinizes him, gears turning, but keeps his distance.
Tiffany, being tied to the chair, isn't so lucky.
TIFFANY
You're going to over exert
yourself!
CHEUNG
What do you care?
TIFFANY
‘Cause if you keel over, what's to
keep your lackey here from leaving
me to starve to death.
Tiffany glares at Quan, who shrugs. She's probably right.
CHEUNG
And if I don't.
TIFFANY
Then you’re gonna let me go.
CHEUNG
Did I miss something?
TIFFANY
You missed that you’re out of
options.
Cheung doesn't like that. He lurches over to Tiffany and puts
his pistol to her temple.
CHEUNG
I have at least one!
Tiffany stares him down, brave. Cheung braces to fire--
INT. SHODDY DINER - DAY

BAM! Kim and Vince both FIRE at the front entrance. A biker
falls, dead.
KIM
I got the front!
62.
VINCE
Okay, okay!
Another biker darts past the window. Vince FIRES wildly. The
biker falls.
VINCE
Reloading.
Vince falls to a knee and reloads. He looks up to see bikers
skirting by the back door.
VINCE
Backdoor. Backdoor. BACKDOOR!
KIM
On it!
Kim whips around and FIRES. A biker falls dead in the
doorway.
KIM
Reloading.
Vince stands and covers both entrances. A biker peeks through
the back door, and they exchange FIRE. The biker falls dead.
KIM
Front.
Vince whips around and SHOOTS the biker in the front.
QUIET. Vince and Kim exchange a knowing look then walk toward
opposite exits.
Outside, the gruff biker COCKS a machine gun.
Vince and Kim stop. Kim jumps behind the counter as BULLETS
tear through the side of the building.
Vince falls to the ground and fires blindly through the wall
until his revolver begins CLICKING, out of ammo.
Calm.
KIM
You get him?
VINCE
Why don't you peek your head out
and see?
KIM
I don't hear anything.
63.
Kim walks around the counter. Vince stands and drops the
spent shells out of his revolver. Kim tosses his pistol.
KIM
I'm out.
(re: Vince)
Shit.
VINCE
What?
Kim grabs the duffel bag and inspects it.
KIM
They shot the money again.
VINCE
I’ll be sure to block the bullets
next time instead of the other way
around.
FOOTSTEPS ON GLASS. The slim waitress steps from behind the
counter with her shotgun at the ready. She's shaking.
SLIM WAITRESS
Don't-- don't move.
Vince and Kim SIGH. More annoyed than anything.
SLIM WAITRESS
I called the police.
Their annoyance turns to concern.

Cheung holds his gun to Tiffany's temple. A single tear rolls
down her cheek.
TIFFANY
You have no chance of catching up
to your money. Your only hope--
You're only hope is Nick. That he
brings your money back. Give me a
phone. I can-- I can get your money
back. Me for the money.

Still at gunpoint, Vince and Kim keep their hands in the air.
A smile flashes across Kim's face. Waitresses love him,
right?
64.
KIM
Listen-- Sweetie-- Darlin'-- Look
over your options here. You can put
down the gun and let us walk out of
here, earning the biggest tip of
your life...
Kim nods towards the money and steps towards the waitress.
Slowly.
VINCE
Kim. Cut it out.
KIM
Or you can try to keep us here. But
that's a single barrel shotgun and
there are two very dangerous people
in front of you.
VINCE
Stop messing around.
KIM
Not to mention, that at any moment
some surly lookin' son bitch could
come through those doors and blow
you to hell.
The waitress begins to lower the shotgun.
KIM
That's it.
A carcass shifts on the glass with a CRACK. The waitress
tenses up and BLAST! Shoots Kim.
VINCE
KIM!

Tiffany's poker face fades. She begins to beg.
TIFFANY
Please-- I'm your best chance.
No deal. Cheung cocks the pistol. Quan, with one hand behind
his back, interrupts--
QUAN
Boss?
Cheung returns to sense and lowers his gun.
65.
CHEUNG
Don't need your death weighing on
my conscience.
Tiffany SOBS. Elated. She meets eyes with Quan, who uncocks a
pistol hidden behind his back. It seems Tiffany's plan didn't
fall on deaf ears.

Vince and the waitress share a moment of shock. Then they
race to reload. Vince's crippled hand drops his ammo. He
drops to the ground, grabs some spent casings and throws them
at the waitress.
SLIM WAITRESS
OW!
Vince grabs a single bullet just as SNAP! The waitress stands
over him. Shotgun loaded.
SLIM WAITRESS
Now, you're going to wait for the
police. Drop the gun.
VINCE
I can't do that.
Vince closes his eyes, and slowly slides the bullet into the
revolver. The waitress begins to squeeze the trigger...
COUNTRY plays from a JUKEBOX across the room. The waitress
whips around and BAM! Falls. Vince opens his eyes. Surprised.
BONNIE (O.S.)
Fancy us meeting like this again.
Vince turns but Bonnie, sitting in a booth next to the
jukebox with her legs up and gun aimed, has the drop on him.
BONNIE
Nah, ah, ah. Drop it!
SIGH. Vince drops his revolver.
VINCE
(re: the jukebox)
That really necessary?
BONNIE
You don't like?
66.
VINCE
I really-- really hate country.
Bonnie finds the city-boy's lack of appreciation offensive.
She stands, steps over the waitress and grabs the duffel bag.
Vince doesn't let go. Bonnie puts her pistol in Vince’s face.
BONNIE
Then let me put you out of your
misery.
Bonnie pulls the trigger. CLICK. A misfire.
Vince grabs for the gun. A short tussle and it goes flying
into the jukebox, KNOCKING the needle into a SCRATCHY LOOP.
Both, still grasping the bag, dive for the ground. Vince
grabs his revolver and closes the chamber with a flick of the
wrist. Bonnie nabs a sawed off shotgun from a dead biker.
They aim at each other.
BONNIE
Hold it!
VINCE
Sure that’s loaded?
BONNIE
Sure your bullet's chambered? You
only got the one.
VINCE
One in six ain’t bad odds.
A moment to size each other up. Then Bonnie nods toward a
booth. Vince sneaks a peek at it and nods.
They stand in tandem. Guns in each other's faces. And slide
into the booth. Holding the bag under the table. Tight.
VINCE
You have my ring.
BONNIE
Tell you what-- I’ll let you buy it
off me.
Vince jostles the bag.
VINCE
I'm taking this to Mexico. All of
it.
67.
BONNIE
I don't know. Smugglin’ can be
tricky business.
VINCE
Lucky I got directions.
BONNIE
(grinning)
You have no idea.
Does Vince catch the hint? No. He keeps up his death stare.
VINCE
What Cheung buy you for?
Bonnie throws her head back and LAUGHS.
BONNIE
You think I'd work for that son'
bitch? No, no, no. This's for me.
VINCE
Lost an awful lot of friends for
just you.
BONNIE
My loyalty questioned by the man
who popped off his boss. Or tried
to anyway.
That irks Vince (as it was meant to).
VINCE
He took something from me. Someone.
So I looked him right in the eye
and I shot him for it.
BONNIE
That make ya feel all better?
Vince's tortured expression tells us "NO." Bonnie eyes him.
His gun. Her eyes go keen. She's got an idea.
BONNIE
Shame.
(beat)
Ah fuck it.
Bonnie releases the bag. Vince can’t hide his surprise.
BONNIE
Not everyone's dumb enough to wager
their life on a bag of cash.
68.
VINCE
(re: Bonnie's gun)
Toss it.
Bonnie does and sits back with her hands in her lap, feigning
innocence. Anger unsated, Vince grips his revolver and
presses it to Bonnie's head. She's unaffected.
BONNIE
Really gonna shoot an unarmed
woman?
Vince stands, allowing a hesitant pause to see if Bonnie will
react. She doesn’t.
VINCE
Don’t follow me.
He backs towards the door. Under the table, Bonnie draws her
BOWIE KNIFE. Then just as Vince turns to exit.
BONNIE
You forgot your ring.
Vince stops. Bonnie bates him.
BONNIE
Careless mistake.
(beat)
Hey! Y'think if ya weren't so damn
careless ya coulda kept your cunt
wife from gettin' killed?
Fury. Vince lunges into Bonnie's trap. She slashes at him but
he catches her blade. A scuffle and the knife slides out of
reach.
They WRESTLE over the revolver and it's one bullet.
PUNCHES. KICKS. Bonnie gets the upper hand first. She aims.
20% chance it’ll fire. SNAP! Empty chamber.
Vince wrenches the revolver towards Bonnie. 25% chance. SNAP!
A knee to the balls and Bonnie's back on top. 33%. SNAP!
Vince HEADBUTTS Bonnie and rips the gun away. Bonnie grabs a
stool and charges but the gun in her face stops her.
50/50 chance it will fire... SNAP!
Bonnie SMASHES Vince with the stool. He falls. She hits him
over and over-- a real PUMMELING-- then grabs the revolver.
69.
There’s 100% chance the next pull will fire. Bonnie aims at
Vince, lying on his back AGONIZING.
VINCE
Don’t miss.
BONNIE
Ain’t plannin’ on it.
Vince spots the shotgun in the dead waitress' grip. It's
muzzle is almost pointed at Bonnie's foot.
VINCE
Why don’t you come a little closer
to make sure?
BONNIE
I’m just fine right here.
Bonnie grips the revolver with both hands, and shifts her
feet into a wider stance, which also happens to be in the
shotgun’s line of fire.
VINCE
Good.
Vince kicks the stock of the shotgun. It BLASTS Bonnie’s foot
and she drops. MOANING.
Vince lumbers up, grabs what's left of the stool Bonnie
pummeled him with and returns the favor.
VINCE
THAT-- FUCKING-- HURTS!
Bonnie goes quiet. Vince searches her pockets and finds his
RING. He puts it in his lapel pocket, pressing it against his
heart for a long moment.
Then he picks up his revolver and aims at Bonnie. The jukebox
moves off of its SCRATCHY LOOP and begins to play. It's
COUNTRY.
Vince doesn't fire. Disgust. He staggers to the jukebox and
scans through songs... MORE COUNTRY. MORE COUNTRY. MORE
COUNTRY.
He drops his gun, grabs the nearest stool, and wails on the
machine, CUSSING and SCREAMING, until it SILENCES.
Vince falls on the jukebox, exhausted. Kim lets out a
GURGLING COUGH. Vince turns to see he’s breathing, alive.
70.
INT. HERO CAR - MOMENTS LATER

Nick's body remains within the wrecked car just outside the
diner. A RUSTY TRUCK RIPS from behind the building and hits
the road.
VINCE (O.S.)
Hold on, buddy. It's just a little
ways to go.
On the dashboard, the wind flutters the SMUGGLER'S MAP,
revealing the circled GHOST TOWN.
VINCE (O.S.)
Nobody else's gonna die.
Just then Nick's hand twitches. He's alive.
EXT. GHOST TOWN - DAY
Dilapidated storefronts (an AUTO-SHOP, CONVENIENCE STORE,

ect.) line either side of a thoroughfare, leading to a
Spanish-style MISSION CHURCH that dominates the landscape.
The rusty truck SKIDS to a stop at the edge of town.
KIM (O.S.)
Vinnie, I gotta tell you somethin’.
VINCE (O.S.)
Save your energy, bud.
KICK! The driver's door swings open. Vince tumbles out with
Kim. He helps him walk toward the convenience store.
KIM
I’m sorry-- I'm sorry-- It's all my
fault--
Vince spots the mission church. Recognition as he remember's

Bonnie's description. The tunnel. He's almost pained to move
away from it in hopes of saving his last friend.
VINCE
It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.
They continue toward the store...
INT. RUSTY TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
... the DUFFEL BAG remains on the truck floorboard.

71.
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - CONTINUOUS
Vince and Kim tumble into the convenience store and hit the
ground. Hard. The SHOP OWNER, behind the counter, stares. No
reaction.
VINCE
HELP! Hunting accident! We had a
hunting accident. We need help.
Still no reaction.
VINCE
What the fuck's wrong with you?
(in Spanish)
HELP! HELP, PLEASE!
CREAKING as our buddy from the Seedy Motel, FATSO DRIVER,
leans in his chair to see around the nudie mag stand he was
perusing. The donut he was eating falls out of his mouth. Two
HULKING CARTEL MEN lean over to see Vince and Kim also.
Vince looks up, confused.
INT. AUTO SHOP - BACK ROOM - DAY
Vince and Kim sit back to back, handcuffed to chairs, in a

shop full of gnarly looking tools and equipment. The perfect
impromptu torture room for the Mexican Cartel.
Kim slumps over, near dead. Vince sits up, alert and aware.
He uses his good hand to squeeze his injured one out of the
cuff. The pain stops him immediately with a YELP. Kim stirs.
VINCE
Kim? You with me?
KIM
The money.
VINCE
I need you to do something.
KIM
Did they take our money?
VINCE
I don't know. Just-- just grab my
hand.
KIM
Sorry, Vince. I don't much feel
like holding hands.
72.
VINCE
No. Squeeze. Squeeze my hand. I
think I can get it outta this cuff.
KIM
I can't.
VINCE
Yes you fuckin' can! You have to.
KIM
I'm a rat, Vinnie.
VINCE
No, you're a fuckin' strong-ass ox
that's gonna get us out of here.
KIM
No, Vinnie, I'm a rat. It's my
fault.
VINCE
What?
KIM
She wanted a way out-- for both of
you. She wanted to make a deal.
Witness protection, or--
VINCE
What’re you saying?
KIM
She told me and I got afraid--
afraid of what would happen. I'm a
rat, Vinnie. I ratted out Molly.
VINCE
It was you.
KIM
I didn't mean it.
Vince thrashes. Furious.

VINCE
You piece of shit. How could you?
KIM
I didn't mean for Cheung to-- I
didn't want her hurt.
73.
VINCE
He killed her, Kim! He killed her
because of you!
Vince struggles to no avail. The door CLANKS open and the
gangsters enter. One points towards Kim.
CARTEL GANGSTER
(in Spanish)
Him first. He's almost dead.
As they grab Kim, Vince shifts from furious to protective. He

thrashes but can't break free.
VINCE
NO! NO! Leave him alone.
KIM
I'm sorry, Vinnie. I'm so sorry.
The door SLAMS shut when the gangsters exit with Kim.
VINCE
KIIIIM!

The now empty bottle of booze ROLLS across the floor. Quan's
gone, leaving Cheung and Tiffany alone. Cheung sits passed
out with his CELL PHONE in his hand. Tiffany eyes it from
across the room.
She slowly shifts onto her feet, but the chair she's taped to
CREAKS. She stops. Cheung doesn't budge. Tiffany continues
toward the phone.
CHEUNG
“Uh, uh, uh, little goose.”
Tiffany sits HARD but Cheung keeps his eye closed. She's now
only feet away with her back to a GNARLY MACHINE.
CHEUNG
“There’s no escape for the goose
that lays the golden egg.”
TIFFANY
Wha-- what?
74.
CHEUNG
Jack and the Beanstalk. I tried to
teach her the stories I grew up on,
but that one-- that was her
favorite.
TIFFANY
Who?
CHEUNG
My daughter.
TIFFANY
Oh. That sounds-- nice.
CHEUNG
It was easier back then.
Tiffany relaxes in her seat. As she leans back her hand
brushes against a BLADED EDGE on a machine behind. Her face
lights up. She uses the edge to cut her bindings but the
TEARING TAPE is audible. She masks it with conversation.
TIFFANY
What happened?
CHEUNG
She grew up. Got in some trouble.
So I helped her. Then she got in
some more. I helped her again.
TIFFANY
Then what?
CHEUNG
She got in too much trouble.
Cheung quiets. The TEARING TAPE becomes audible. Tiffany
needs to keep him talking.
TIFFANY
How-- How's that?
And then what?
CHEUNG
One leak and the whole ship goes
down. Not just me but the people I
answer to. People who make examples
of rats.
Tiffany stops. It takes her a second to piece together what
Cheung is telling her, and when she does, she's chilled to
the bone.
75.
TIFFANY
You killed her.
CHEUNG
A bullet to the head is better than
something far worse.
TIFFANY
(re: Cheung's wound)
Is that so?
Cheung glares at Tiffany. His tone now severe. Tiffany
continues to cut herself free as he talks.
CHEUNG
Vince got his shot in. I can’t
blame him for that. But he also
took from me what I sacrificed
everything for. I hope he dies for
it and I hope his dyin’s slow.
Cheung leans toward Tiffany. She stops cutting.
CHEUNG
And if you move from that spot
again I can make that the case for
you. Real... slow...
INT. AUTO SHOP - BACK ROOM - DAY
Kim's SCREAMS and POWER TOOLS can be heard in the next room.
Defeated and half unconscious, Vince hangs his head low.
SOFT VOICE (O.S.)
Poor, poor, Vince.
VINCE
Molly?
SOFT VOICE (O.S.)
Y'know, you really outta watch what
you leave lyin' around.
Bonnie limps into view with the bag slung over her shoulder.
She toils with Vince's revolver, teasing him. Vince snaps out
of his daze.
VINCE
Your directions were shit.
BONNIE
You get what you pay for.
76.
VINCE
The body in the trunk?
BONNIE
A little trouble I ran into. Seems
a couple bandits ambushed one of my
gun deals.
(sotto)
Y'know, I figured they'd need to
see the body to buy it, but I guess
my word was good enough.
Vince lunges at Bonnie but is stopped by his restraints.
Bonnie loves it. She slaps her knee and turns to exit.
BONNIE
Anyway, just dropped by to thank
y'all for taking the heat on this
one.
VINCE
(re: her blasted foot)
You can thank me by hopping over
here and un-cuffing me.
Offended, Bonnie puts the revolver to his head.
BONNIE
I guess I should thank you for that
too.
An especially HARSH SCREAM comes from next door. Bonnie
UNCOCKS the revolver with a wicked smile.
BONNIE
But then you'd miss all the fun.
Bonnie limps to the door. As she exits:
BONNIE
Bye, Vince. Nice knowin' ya.
Vince, reinvigorated, SCREAMS as he squeezes his crippled
hand. The cuff begins to slowly slide off.

Tiffany carefully, quietly continues to cut her bindings on
the bladed machine behind her.
TIFFANY
Tell me more about her.
77.
CHEUNG
That's enough talking.
TIFFANY
Then maybe we can get some
delivery.
Cheung stands. Wobbly. Exhausted. He pulls out his cell
phone.
CHEUNG
I sent Quan for food. Should be
back any--
Tiffany WINCES as she cuts herself. Cheung hears. He looks at
her curiously then sees blood DRIPPING behind her.
Cheung, SWEARING, charges and hits Tiffany. She falls. Hard.
Cheung draws his pistol as Tiffany struggles up. Before he
can aim, she sweeps his legs with the chair, and CRUNCH! Sits
on his head.
As Tiffany looks down at Cheung's phone, the warehouse door
CLANKS. Quan enters carrying bags of Chinese fast food. They
both freeze. Awkward.

Bonnie, with the duffel bag, approaches her bike. She sees
Hardin's CHERRY RED CAR kicking up a cloud of dust as it
BLAZES toward the town. Curious.
WHIZ. PING. Bullets rain from the rooftops, where CARTEL
GANGSTERS are positioned. It's an ambush. Bonnie ducks behind
her bike and in seconds it's destroyed.
She RETURNS FIRE and sees RUSTY TRUCK across the street.
INT. AUTO SHOP - FRONT ROOM - DAY

The GUNFIGHT outside seems far from the (now) quiet shop. The
fatso driver grabs a gun and runs outside. Kim's still.
Vince peeks into the room, then sneaks toward his friend.
VINCE
Kim. We gotta get out of here, man.
He stops. Disturbed. Kim’s dead.
78.
Vince backs away until he hits the wall and slides down it.
He's destroyed. He's lost his wife. His brother. And now his
only friend. He's alone in the universe.
The sound of GUNFIRE continues. Vince peeks outside.
EXT. GHOST TOWN - CONTINUOUS - VINCE'S P.O.V.

Down the street, Bonnie FIRES at the rooftops from behind the
rusty truck. She has the duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
INT. AUTO SHOP - FRONT ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Vince sits back against the wall and thinks.

Bonnie SHOOTS a gangster off the roof across the street. Then
she opens the truck door and tosses in the bag.
Vince opens the door opposite, grabs the bag, and bolts.
BONNIE
HEY!
Vince dives through the CONVENIENCE STORE window.
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - CONTINUOUS

Vince ducks under the window to hide. He looks across and
sees the SHOP OWNER, huddling behind the counter.
Vince nods, courteously, but the owner pulls out a shotgun.
VINCE
Shit.
Vince jumps out the window just as the owner FIRES.
INT. HERO CAR - DAY

A cell phone RINGS. It RINGS again. Nick, slumped in the back
of the car, slowly comes to. He grabs the dead hillbilly's
cell from the floorboard, and answers it.
NICK
Hello.
79.
TIFFANY (ON PHONE)

Oh my God, Nick. Are you okay?
NICK
Not really.

Tiffany is no longer tied up.
TIFFANY
What?
NICK (ON PHONE)
Nothing. Where are you?
TIFFANY
I’m so sorry. They said they
wouldn't hurt you.
INTERCUT with SHODDY DINER.
Nick limps into the diner and surveys the butchery. No Vince.
No Kim.
NICK
They lied. Crooks do that. You
okay?
TIFFANY
They tied me to a chair and I tried
to grab a phone and then he
attacked me.
NICK
Who?
TIFFANY
Vince’s father-in-law. So I sat on
him and I-- I think I killed him.
NICK
He had it coming. Just call the
police. They’ll come help you.
TIFFANY
I can’t.
That confuses Nick. He thinks for a moment before he finds
the right question.
NICK
How’d you get out of the chair?
80.
REVEAL, Tiffany turns to Quan, looming over her.

TIFFANY
I made a deal.

There’s CHAOS and GUNFIRE in every direction as cartel men
shoot from the rooftops. Vince huddles behind a pile of
debris not a dozen yards from Bonnie, who's still behind the
truck.
BONNIE
I got another deal for ya.
VINCE
That so?
BONNIE
How 'bout I lay down some cover and
you bring that bag back to me? We
can drive outta here together.
Vince sees a MISSION CHURCH on the far end of the
thoroughfare. The tunnel.
VINCE
Sure.
Bonnie grins then FIRES a barrage towards the rooftops. But
Vince runs in the opposite direction towards the church.
BONNIE
LYIN' CHEAT!
Vince dodges RICOCHETS and dives for cover wherever he can
with Bonnie limping after. She pauses occasionally to FIRE at
the surrounding gangsters.
BONNIE
Stop running!
Bonnie tries to pursue, but gunfire ERUPTS around her
position. She's pinned down.
BONNIE
Shit!
She sees Vince make it to the church and enter. The GUNFIRE
intensifies. Bonnie's screwed.
81.
SCREECHING. Hardin skids to a stop at the edge of town. The

GUNFIRE quells as the gangsters turn to Hardin's car. MUFFLED
MUSIC comes from within.
A long WHIZ and then DING as a bullet punches a hole in
Hardin's hood. The driver's window rolls down, un-muffling
the COUNTRY MUSIC.
A moment. Then MACHINE-GUN FIRE erupts from Hardin's car.
Cartel members duck and cover as bullets spray the rooftops.
Seizing the moment, Bonnie runs for the church and BURSTS
through a stained-glass window, entering.
INT. MISSION CHURCH - CONTINUOUS

Shafts of light shine through holes in the roof where the
support columns have crashed onto the creaky, dry-rotted
floor. Pews are strewn about in disarray and only a few of
the saint statues lining the walls remain intact.
Bonnie hobbles to her feet. Almost instinctively her eyes
lock onto the pillar Vince hides behind. She limps towards
him, reloading.
BONNIE
Alright, I'm serious this time.
Just come out with the bag and I
won't shoot.
Bonnie SLAMS the magazine into her pistol and chambers a
round. Liar.

The town falls silent as Hardin's GUNFIRE stops. Hardin exits
his car and encounters the fatso driver in his hiding spot.
Panicked, the fatso clutches the prayer card (that once
belonged to his bagman friend), MUTTERING HIS PRAYERS.
Hardin takes the cigarette tucked behind the fatso's ear and
lights it with his piping hot machine gun. Then something
catches Hardin's attention:
The HERO CAR sits hidden behind a corner store.
INT. MISSION CHURCH - DAY

Trapped with Bonnie closing in, Vince scours his surroundings
for any escape. Then his eyes light up.
82.
VINCE
Nick?
Nick slinks from behind the next pillar-- out of Bonnie's
view. He holds a scavenged pistol and motions for Vince to
stay quiet. They whisper.
NICK
Give me the bag.
VINCE
What?
Vince's elated smile turns to hurt, and then anger as Nick
raises the gun to aim at him.
NICK
Give me the money.
EXT. GHOST TOWN - CONTINUOUS
The remaining cartel scurry around the rooftops. Hardin drops

his machine gun, draws his pistol and marches down the
thoroughfare, towards the church.
The fatso driver attempts to run away from the town and...
BAM! Hardin shoots him without even looking. Fatso dead.

Hardin's SHOT carries through the church, followed by an
explosive FIREFIGHT outside. Nick turns to the noise.
Vince bolts to the other side of the church. Bonnie FIRES at

Vince. Nick FIRES at Bonnie. Then they all take cover.
A moment of calm.
BONNIE
The fuck did you come from?
VINCE
Fuck you, Nick! I saved your
fuckin' life.
NICK
You left me for dead.
BONNIE
Know the feelin'.
83.
VINCE
Fuck you, too!
Bonnie ejects an empty magazine and checks her pockets for

another. None.
BONNIE
(to self)
Shit!
She pulls out Vince's revolver and opens the chamber,

revealing the SINGLE BULLET.
NICK
What now?
Confusion. Then they all move into action, CREAKING on the
wooden floor as they dart from one hiding spot to another in
a deadly game of cat and mouse.
Quan stuffs himself with Chow Mein. Tiffany, seated on the

ground, very defensive, watches him.
QUAN
I never liked working for this
asshole.
Quan nudges Cheung’s corpse with his foot. Tiffany’s eyes
wander to Cheung’s pistol lying next to him.
QUAN
Sure you're not hungry?
Quan sees Tiffany's eyes dart away from Cheung's gun.

QUAN
You want a gun?
(pointing at her bruised
face with a chopstick)
That didn’t work out too well for
you last time.
That pisses Tiffany off. But Quan just CHUCKLES and fetches
the pistol. Tiffany frantically tries to crawl away.
QUAN
No, no, no...
He unloads Cheung's pistol, letting the MAGAZINE drop to the
floor, and places it in Tiffany's hand. A gesture.
84.
QUAN
If your man gets the money and is
straight with me, you have nothin'
to worry about.
TIFFANY
And if he can't get it?
Quan's charm fades. He grips her hands tighter. Gives Tiffany
a stern look. That's not an option.

Hardin continues his march. As the surviving cartel men poke
their heads out to take SHOTS at Hardin, he guns them down
with impossible accuracy. One shot each. Taking no cover.
A series of near misses as Bonnie and Nick-- guns at the

ready-- continue to search for Vince and the money.
Vince darts behind the churches ALTAR. His shoe hits the
corner of a rug. Excitement. Vince tosses up the rug
revealing a trap door.
Across the mission, Bonnie almost corners Nick, but the trap
door's hinges SQUEAK and they both turn. They walk toward the
noise.
Vince peers into the BASEMENT.
INT. MISSION CHURCH - BASEMENT - VINCE'S P.O.V.
A dirt basement half full of crates, and mining carts. The

carts sit on a track that leads to a glowing hole lined with
work lights in the basement wall. The tunnel.

Nick's steps CREAK as he approaches the altar. Vince freezes.
Nick braces himself to whip around the altar when--
His cell RINGS. He MUTTERS CURSES under his breath as he
tries to silence the phone. It answers instead.
TIFFANY (ON PHONE)
Nick. Nick?
Nick hears BONNIE'S FOOTSTEPS approaching from behind.
85.
BONNIE
Now, what kind of godless son'
bitch brings their phone to church?
NICK
Please-- Don't shoot.
Nick raises his hands. Tiffany PANICS on the phone. Bonnie
just smiles and takes aim when--
CRASH! Hardin kicks the church doors open and BLASTS Bonnie.
She falls like a sack of bricks. Nick turns and FIRES wildly.

Tiffany hunches over her cell phone as the GUNFIGHT plays
over speakerphone. Quan looms behind.
TIFFANY
NICK? NICK?
The phone goes silent. Tiffany looks horrified.
QUAN
SHIT!
Quan paces away. Furious. Then looks back to Tiffany. She's
gone from partner to liability. Tiffany can feel his stare.

NICK'S CELL lies on the ground, broken. Nick himself leans
against a pillar, hiding from Hardin. His pistol has a bullet
jammed in the action, which he struggles to fix.
Vince swings his legs into the trap door. He's about to drop
in when--
HARDIN
That you, Vincent?
He recognizes the voice immediately. Fear.

NICK
Who the fuck are you?
Hardin's boots CLACK as he approaches Nick. Vince peeks to
see his brother in peril. He's torn. Then he spots Bonnie's
corpse. In her hand-- VINCE'S REVOLVER with its single
bullet. Idea.
CLACK. CLACK. Hardin's only feet away from Nick.

86.
VINCE
HARDIN!
Nick goes pale, recalling the name. Hardin grins and changes
course, moseying toward Vince.
HARDIN
There's my boy.
VINCE
Cheung send you to fetch his money?
Hardin closes in. CLACK. CLACK. Raises his pistol.
HARDIN
Oh, that's my money. Y'see Cheung
owed me a debt. I took care of some
business he didn't have the stomach
for.
Hardin whips around the altar... And Vince is gone. Behind,
Vince's shadow skirts across the church wall. Hardin swings
around and FIRES.
Vince dives for the ground, eyes closed, as bullets pepper
behind him. Close call.
Nick attempts to move but Hardin, angered, SHOOTS around the
pillar. Nick stops, trapped.
HARDIN
DON'T MOVE.
Vince opens his eyes, and finds himself staring down a barrel
as Bonnie, alive, holds the revolver on him. Vince holds up
his hands. Surrender.
CLACK. CLACK. Hardin approaches Vince.
HARDIN
I'm running out of patience, boy.
Bonnie grins, then lets the revolver dangle from her finger.
Vince gently grabs it, nodding a "thank you." In return,
Bonnie contorts her hand into the middle finger.
Hardin SUCKS HIS TEETH, annoyed. He needs to change strategy

if he's going to coax Vince out of hiding.
HARDIN
You've done some very bad things,
Vincent. And it's time to pay your
pound of flesh--
87.
Vince crawls along the floor, watching Hardin's boots, until

he gets to a pillar and stands behind it. He breathes deep.
Readies himself.
HARDIN
Your wife understood that.
And freezes. Confused.

HARDIN
Oh, what was her name? Margie--
Maggie--
(SNAPPING his fingers,
feigning epiphany)
MOLLY-- That's it. See, she
understood. Not at first. She just
thought we were taking her to her
father. That's what Cheung wanted.
No fear. Quick and painless.
As Nick hears Hardin's confession, a sympathy grows in his
expression.
HARDIN
But, to tell ya the truth, I
couldn't allow that. See she was a
rat. Rats don't deserve quick and
painless.
VINCE
Oh yeah. And what do assholes
deserve?
Vince staggers into the open, behind Hardin, with his
revolver at his side. This makes Hardin very happy.
HARDIN
You gonna shoot a man in the back?
VINCE
No. I wanna look you in the eye
when I kill you.
Hardin removes his aviators, exposing us for the first time
to his hauntingly pale eyes. Evil eyes.
HARDIN
Good.
Both parties grip their guns, ready to duel.
Hardin whips around. They both FIRE.
88.
Hardin stumbles back. Surprised. GRUNTING. Vince, unharmed,

relaxes until Hardin starts LAUGHING. He tears open his shirt
to reveal a bullet proof vest. Vince's bullet falls from its
rightful place in Hardin's heart and hits the floor.
VINCE
Shiiit.
Hardin BLASTS Vince and he falls.

Tiffany's un-consolable. She falls to the ground, BALLING.
Quan looks annoyed. Then he goes to console her. He kneels
beside her and puts one arm around her. The other pulls his
gun from his holster. Quiet.
QUAN
It's alright. Everything's gonna be
alright.
Quan presses the muzzle of his pistol into Tiffany's side.
QUAN
It'll be over soon.

Grasping the hole in his gut, Vince crawls away from Hardin.
He looks across the floor to Bonnie but she's gone lifeless.
No help there.
VINCE
(weak)
Nick.
Hardin saunters to the GROANING Vince.

HARDIN
Pardon?
VINCE
Nick!
HARDIN
That your buddy's name?
Hardin puts his foot on his bullet's exit wound. Vince stops
crawling and SCREAMS.
89.
VINCE
Nick, please-- I'm your goddam
brother.
HARDIN
Brother?
Hardin gets a wicked smile. Willing to break his rule about
rats for the sheer cruelty of it, he makes a proposal:
HARDIN
How about this, Nick. Leave now.
And if you're far enough away when
I get done with your brother, I'll
let you live.
Nick thinks. Conflicted.
HARDIN
What ya think, Vince? Think bubba's
gonna save you?
A THUD comes from the church doors as Nick exits. Vince is
crestfallen. Hardin's wicked grin turns sadistic.
HARDIN
Ah, you're gettin' blood all over
it.
Vince WELPS as Hardin tears away the bag, rolling him onto
his back. Hardin UNZIPS the bag and inspects the money.
HARDIN
All this trouble for a bag of cash
and you damn near ruined half of
it.
Hardin, bag in hand, stands over Vince and raises his pistol.
HARDIN
I guess this is goodbye, Vincent.
Give your wife my regards.
Vince closes his eyes as Hardin squeezes the trigger.

Quan un-holsters his pistol. Thumbs back the hammer. Presses
it into Tiffany's side. Then freezes as he hears the CHUCK-
CHUCK of a bullet being chambered. His eyes dart to the empty
floor where Cheung's magazine was.
90.

A REVVING engine. A sudden look of concern from Hardin.
Then...
The hero car finally earns its name as 3000 lbs of American
steel SMASHES through the church doors, SLAMS into Hardin and
drives right over Vince. Cash explodes from the bag and
flutters down on Vince.

BAM! Tiffany and Quan are motionless for a long moment before
Quan's body slides down, revealing Cheung's smoking pistol in
Tiffany's hand. Tiffany drops the pistol.

Nick exits the car. Vince struggles to sit up, looks at the
jammed pistol in Nick's hand, and puts on his best "what the
fuck?" expression.
NICK
It jammed.
VINCE
Give it to me.
NICK
(remembering the entire
movie up this point)
Fuck no.
VINCE
Nick-- Give me the gun.
Nick hands it over. Vince un-jams it with ease. Stumbles over
to Hardin. Grabs the bag and SHOOTS Hardin's corpse until
he's out of bullets. He walks back to a very surprised Nick.
VINCE
You gotta make sure they're dead.
NICK
I didn't say anythin'.
Nick grabs Vince as he falls. Together they walk towards the
exit. As they approach the doors, they see dozens of police
cruisers racing toward the town.
Vince and Nick SIGH.
91.
INT. MISSION CHURCH - DAY (JUST A LITTLE LATER)

Vince sits against the wall next to the entrance. Bleeding.
Spent. Nick joins him. The duffel bag is between them. They
linger in the dour silence until:
NICK
The dog cafe was a terrible idea.
Nick's admission surprises Vince. Then he CHUCKLES.
VINCE
Yeah. That's what the loan shark
said.
Nick glares at Vince. That makes Vince smile even more. He
shifts, uncomfortable. Then nods towards the car.
VINCE
Thanks for uh--
NICK
Don’t mention it. And thank you for
before when those bikers almost--
VINCE
Yeah, yeah.
(beat)
Surprised you didn’t run back to
Tiffany first chance you got.
NICK
She’s fine. She killed Cheung.
VINCE
Oh. That's good.
Nick's tone changes.
NICK
I-- I didn't know about Molly. I'm
sorry--
VINCE
No, no. I am. I kidnapped you and
got you and your girlfriend into
this and-- I’m sorry.
NICK
How long can they lock you up for
hitting a psychopath with a car?
92.
VINCE
You don’t have to go to prison,
y’know?
(jokingly)
I can put you back in the trunk.
They both LAUGH. Elated.
VINCE
Really though. You can catch a ride
to your old life back East with the
boys in blue-- or--
Vince lets that linger.
NICK
Or what?
Vince smiles then notices Nick's bare feet.
VINCE
Where’re your shoes?
NICK
(angry)
You really want to go there right
now?
Vince unties his own shoes. Nick tries to stop him.
NICK
No, no, no--
VINCE
Take-- the shoes.
Vince continues to untie.
VINCE
You aren't going to make it to
Mexico barefoot.
NICK
What?
VINCE
There's a tunnel. It's why we came
here. It should lead to the other
side of the border.
NICK
I don’t--
93.
VINCE
Find your way to Juarez. Use my
name to find the right people but
don't advertise why.
NICK
What're you gonna do?
VINCE
Prison seems like an alright place
to catch up on sleep.
NICK
I, uh-- y'know--
Vince knows. He tries to hide his smile. Then shoves his
shoes at Nick.
VINCE
Quit stalling. East or West?
EXT. GHOST TOWN - EVENING (LATER)
Silent sirens FLASH red and blue. Police stand behind their
cruisers in an arc around the church. Some run from car to
car, checking their weapons and preparing for the worst.

Vince stands by the open doors. Alone, but with the weight of
the world lifted. He puts his wedding band on his non-missing
ring finger and kisses it. Goes to exit. But stops. Grins.
And looks over his shoulder.

The officers COCK their weapons, and aim into the dark void
of the church's entrance-- unable to see inside.
OFFICER #1 (LOUDSPEAKER)
Come out with your hands up! This
is your last warning--
They tense up as an engine REVS in the dark church. STATIC
plays from within. Then COUNTRY. STATIC. MORE COUNTRY. MORE
STATIC.
94.
INT. HERO CAR - CONTINUOUS

The car faces the open doors. In the driver's seat, Vince
scans the radio, again, increasingly annoyed by the
selection. A feminine hand wearing a wedding ring stops him
from turning the knob as it lands on a COUNTRY station.
Delirious, Vince looks over. His wife, MOLLY CHEUNG-SUTTER,
sits in the passenger seat, dressed in an immaculate wedding
dress. She smiles. Vince smiles back, but SIGHS at the music.
He turns the VOLUME UP.
A few REVS of the engine for good measure and the Mustang
ROCKETS out of the church.
INT. SMUGGLER'S TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS
Nick walks through the tunnel. A BARRAGE OF FIRE echoes from

behind him, stopping Nick in his tracks. He unsuccessfully
tries to hold back tears, then continues.
EXT. DESERT - SUNSET
Nick exits the tunnel to find nothing but desert stretching

towards the sun setting on the horizon. He walks towards it.
NICK (V.O.)
What's that tired cliche of the
good guys driving into the sunset
at the end of the movie?
INT. INDUSTRIAL WAREHOUSE - SUNSET

Tiffany exits the warehouse. She stumbles down the open
street, toward the sunset. Still crying.
NICK (V.O.)
I've always hated that. You never
really know if they get away? If
it's really happily ever after?
Then, she sees a horde of dogs-- Nick's dogs-- barreling down
the street to her. Her tears turn to joy. She survived.
Tiffany drops to her knees and lets the dogs overwhelm her.
95.
EXT. DESERT - SUNSET
Nick drudges toward the sunset. His motions are painstaking.

His gifted shoes tattered. And money pouring from the ripped
bag scatters in the WIND.
NICK (V.O.)
Or if they make it at all.
FADE TO: BLACK
A few moments of darkness. And then--
EXT. DESERT - DAY

ROCKABILLY blasts from Vince's Mustang as it tears through
the open desert, bellowing sand into the dozen pursuing
police cruisers.
Molly's veil whips in the wind out the passenger window,

while Vince FIRES his revolver into the air out the driver's
window.
CUT TO: BLACK

THE END.

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