Run Rabbit Run - Act 2

Two happy go lucky bandits get tangled in a dangerous
feud between a pair of psychotic twin brothers fighting for
possession of their father's ashes.
Let's see where to begin.
How should I bring you guys up to speed on
this shit show? Oh yeah, that's right. As you know,
I'm broke and running on fumes. But hey, desperate times
call for desperate measures. My old pal Wyatt informed me
about a golden opportunity, but spared some crucial details which
would have changed the direction of my wins.
There's only one direction for you, Rowan.
Nobody asked you. Besides, you were busy being interrogated. And
where's the thanks for that? By the way, who got
you out of that pickle?
Yours? Truly?
I was free to go anyway, so I gave Wyatt
the green light to tell the client I'm willing to
be convinced.
Oh listen to the big man with two pennies in
his papers?
Are you done? This is about me? Sorry about that, guys. So,
as you learned, I have what you might call cosmic luck,
but behind the wheel of a car I am cursed
no other way to put it. So this meeting didn't
go quite as expected. Well little known fact Killy and
Cherry watched his mother kill herself right in front of
him when he was six years old. I don't care
who you are, that's gonna have some effect on your
personality and whatever that thing was attached to his leash.
I don't want to be around when he gets loose.
No thanks, count me out. And apparently his twin brother Jamison,
showed him the coffin he carved from a tree in
the effort to make peace and bury their father together,
but Killian cremated the body instead, that son of a bitch.
So the job was to hold an urn until the
heat simmered. Now I'm really going on a hunch here,
but that woman who tried to kill me, she probably
don't work for ups.
Just by the hair of my chinny chin Chin, I managed.
To escape with an urn and a jack in a
box toy as a souvenir for Chloe.
Oh Chloe, We're.
All going to miss her once again. Behind the wheel,
the curse found me, but this time in the form
of a pie. With all that being said, it was
high time to locate.
This lame ass. Kind of wish you hadn't I missed
you too.
Exterior precinct dusk flashback. A cop escorts a young Rowland
and a young Monty, both nine years old, out of
the police station. Senior thirties, Monty's father, a Man's Man
race car driver, sits in the passenger seat of his
car parked out front. The cop gives Senior a stern
look like this is all his fault, even you were nine.
Once the cop walks back toward the precinct, leaving the
boys behind.
Why are you sitting in that seat, because today that
seat is yours.
Monty and Roland run around the car towards the driver's.
Easy rabbits faces key.
Where are we going nowhere?
Just yet, one thing at a time. You know it
would break my heart if anything happened to either of you.
You know that, right?
Roland and Monty nod. Senior looks at Roland.
As far as I'm concerned, both of you are my boys,
So no matter what, you can always come to me.
Then put the key in the ignition.
Monty's about to turn the key when Senior reaches out
and places his hand over his son's hand.
Listen to me, boys, drive is what exists within your
heart and mind. The space between and the gut of
your instincts.
The two boys listen intently.
No matter what's going on around you, even if everything
has fallen apart, always hit the ground running, and don't
ever let them catch your looking back. Ever, all a
man has is his talent, and even God can't take that.
You can take your life, but never your talent. Remember,
victory has a thousand fathers, but failure is an orphan.
The young boys take the lesson. In Monty turns the key,
the engine roars, the boys smile. In Unison Interior bar
day flashback, a race car rally rumbles on the TV
behind the bar. Sitting at the bar, Roland twenty five
SIPs on a glass of milk. Monty twenty five is
bitter drunk. A drunk man stares at Monty.
I know you, I know, I know you. Holy fucking shit,
you're junior. Why the ft son?
Tell me I'm alive.
Monty gives a cold, then takes a swig of beer.
Your dad is the best there ever was. I'll look
at him, a goddamn legend.
Drunk man leans in closer.
Rumor has it your pastor maybe even better?
Is that true? He's better? Now than his father will
ever be. What are you doing here? Aren't yours? Juju
Hamlet the keto is winning strict.
He doesn't need me to win, and I don't need him.
That's a hell of a thing to say. I don't
think you ever missed her?
Pal olders now.
Two o'clock, two white right os looks familiar to you.
Monty glances sees two huge albino men, then turns back
to the TV.
He shrugs, You've been betting against your father again, haven't you.
Monty doesn't answer.
I thought you were done with that. Fuck Monty, how
deep are you this time? Ten feet to China.
Roland gets up, Monty grabs him by the shirt. Roland
shakes him off and walks to the albino men.
Gentlemen, can I get you a drink?
No response?
All right? How much does he ope?
Albino number two pulls Roland by his tie, but it
pops off, revealing it's a clip on.
Not a big fan of tightness around my neck. You
know what I mean. He's a few years and several
commas behind. My boss's interest rate is not in his favor.
Roland looks at Monty, who's still focused on the TV.
He turns back.
Whatever it is, I'll take it on.
The Albino men laugh. Roland is serious.
Names Roland, clear it with whoever you have to. If
you leave, the debt is mine.
Roland walks back to Monty. Albino Number two grabs his phone.
Montes swinks down the last sip of his beer. Car
crash erupts on the television and Senior Number sixty seven
gets the worst of it. Roland restrains Monty's rage, glances
back and sees the Albino men are gone. Monty manages
to throw a beer mug at the television, shattering the screen.
Back to the crashed van after Roland kidnapped Monty interior
exterior crashed van, present day, the shattered windshield with a
hole in it. Roland wakes abruptly, realizing his dress is
on fire. He puts it out in a daze. Tyler
opens the back door and rushes out. Roland shakes Monty
awake and shoves him out of the burning van. Francois
yells in anguish, stuck upside down in the driver's seat.
A Roland grabs his irn and rushes to the driver's door.
Come on, we don't have time.
Roland tries to open the door while Tyler watches for
any sign of police.
A cat, a fucking black cat, and right in front
of him.
Get him out of nowhere.
Roland tries to pull France while out through the window.
Fuck the cat, Frank, get the fuck out of the bear.
France will was about to pass out. Roland slaps him
in the face.
Frank, don't pass out on me. Look at me, Frisoi.
The van is on fire. Fire is bad. Get the
fuck out of the fucking bed.
Roland and Tyler help France while out of the van
and struggle to carry him down the alleyway like a
wounded soldier. When they arrived to the corner, a bus
pulls up as if on cue. The door is open,
revealing the bus driver forty's man. He notices the condition
of the men and sees the burning van in the background.
Hell no, Jack, sorry, forties woman, not forties man.
Always crossed out here. Oh so it's back to man, right, Yes, okay,
I told you.
And everyone stop.
When they arrived to the corner, a bus pulls up
a zip little sorry. When they arrived to the corner,
a bus pulls up zi.
The carn.
When they arrived at the corner, a bus pulls up
as if on cue. The door is open, revealing the
bus driver forties man. He notices the condition of the
men and sees the burning van in the background. Hell no,
he shuts the doors and pulls away.
Now what we roll with it? Play? B aren't we
on c or d by?
Now?
Zimp it? I gotta think.
Roland sees an old lady eighties frail, pushing a grocery
cart in a parking lot. Roland shoves the urn in
Monty's arm and hurries over towards the old lady. Tyler follows,
with Francois close behind. Monty stands there holding the urn,
processing everything. Exterior old lady's car, parking lot continuous. The
old lady is about to pick up a gross free
bag when Roland slides his arm under hers and leads her.
To the curb. Let us give you a hand. You
shouldn't have to do this by yourself.
Oh that's so very sweet of you. Tyler and Francois
load the groceries carelessly like brutes. Easy on those.
Some of that is glass. It's gonna be fine, Oh,
and just one more thing.
Roland gently removes the keys from her hands.
We have to borrow your car.
Roland notices a name tag that reads Martha on the
keychain as he backs away from the old lady. Meanwhile,
his crew is already climbing inside the car.
You mean steal my car? Well, if you be a technical, Martha,
how about your lending it to us. I'm not lending
you shit.
It's my husband's car. Dick wad.
Roland is surprised by her language as he opens the
passenger door.
I hope you get fucked to death in prison.
Again, I'm not lending you shit.
It's my husband's car.
Dick wod Roland is surprised by her language as he
opens the passenger door.
Such harsh language, may'am, I hope you get fucked to
death in prison.
Jesus, lady is just a car.
Roland is about to get in when he sees the
sad look on Martha's face. He has a change of heart.
Oh fine, are you driving a state?
Roland holds up the keys. Cut to Newman and Mulray
driving by recognizing Roland in address holding up the keys
towards Martha. They look at each other, puzzled. Interior, Old
Lady's car continuous. The old lady starts the car, she
removes her glasses from her purses. Roland and his crew
watching utter disbelief.
I can't see anything without my glasses.
Is this still part of plan?
Being?
Tires screech as the old Lady peels off, revealing the
black cat laying casually in the cloud of smoke. Interior,
Old Lady's car continuous, squeezed between Tyler and France, while
in the back seat, Monty leans forward.
Sure could use that explanation right about now. Oh, it's
a long story and start from the beginning.
I'm a dead man. Well, I'm gonna be honest with you.
Looks pretty bad.
Francois notices the detective's car behind them with the emergency
light on in fast pursuit.
We are being followed, Eh, They couldn't catch a cold.
Roland holds up the urn.
First thing we have to do is hide this thing.
There's no wi Roland.
As long as we have this, they can't touch it.
Stop saying we wait.
Did you tell them that I'm involved in this job
with you?
I would never It hurts my feelings to think that
you would think that I would.
Which way am I headed?
They just keep driving. You're doing great, Martha.
Did you give them the impression that I'm involved?
Silence?
Oh, Roland? Why would you do that?
Roland loses is cool, giving us a glimpse of his fear.
Listen to me, Ah, I don't think you appreciate the
severity of a situation.
Monty looks at Tyler and francois lobbing candid goods from
the back window like grenades toward the detective's car behind.
I think, I do.
They're gonna kill me, Monty, and I don't want to die,
not today. I thought it was a simple A to
B pick up and deliver.
It was a little sketchy, I was warned, but the
price was too good to resist, enough to pay all
your debt.
Why are you worried about my debt? Is that why
you took this jump?
I wish I'd have better odds coming out with my
head intact. You know what's worse than being in debt
being broke, Monty broke? How much does masks run you? Well,
they weren't cheap, but money well spent here you are anyway?
Like I said, I was warned, shit got a little
fucked up, and now I'm stuck in the middle of
Why don't you just get it back? Oh that's a
fucking brilliant idea, Monty. You think I haven't considered debt
If I get to the roll brother Now my ass.
Is grass whoa, whoa, whoa?
Did Cherry Brothers fuck me?
They were right? Roland? Whose ashes are those? You know what?
Forget it? I don't, I don't want to know.
I'm done with all this. I made that perfectly clear. No,
Samantha made that perfectly clear.
Box sake, you still don't get it. I'm engaged. So
what where in the fine print does I say that
your best friend becomes a walk Right under the heading
grow the.
Fuck up boom, the detective's car smashes against the rear panel,
forcing the old lady to make a heart left interior
Killian's car afternoon, Killian Boonham and FALCONm Brute are parked
in silence across from Victoria's house. In the passenger seat,
Killian is in a meditative state with his eyes closed
and headphones on. Suddenly, the old Lady's car swerves down
the street with the detective's car close behind. Killian remains
peacefully unaware. Dissolved to Killian's what if regrets sequence, Young
Killian runs away from the bathroom down the hallway with
his pocket knife in his hands. Behind him in the distance,
his mother sits up in the bathtub, uninjured. Cut back
to Killian is nudged awake by bottom. He removes his
headphones and sees a car pulling up in front of
Victoria's house. Killian sees a woman behind the wheel, Dorian.
As the woman reaches into the glove box, Killian notices
the bandage on her left shoulder covered with blood, recognizing
her as a UPS woman who tried to kill him
in his own home. Devastated, Killian puts his sunglasses on
interior exterior Victoria's home day A doorbell rings repeatedly. Victoria
rushes down the hallway, asshole I heard Tooria swings the
door open to find Roland and his crew.
Rulind, thank god, why is he wearing much?
Why are you wearing my dress?
Can we have this conversation inside? Please?
You have a visitor.
She pushes open the door to reveal the UPS woman,
now known as Dorian, dressed in a nice suit, casually
seated in a chair. Petrified, Roland discreetly tosses the urn
into the bushes by the front door.
Glad you could make it.
What a day? Huh.
Dorian senses Roland's reluctancy.
Why so gloom, you look like a mourner at your
own funeral.
It was nice knowing you, guys.
Roland and his crew step inside on edge.
What's that lovely aroma?
Oh? Sneakerdoodles made from scratch.
Roland gives Victoria a cold stare.
What my mother is a recipe?
They're good?
Well, mothers do know best?
Monty?
Would you be so kind and fetch me one with
a glass of milk.
I don't know about your math, but in case you
hadn't added it up, there's five of us and one
of you.
Roland shakes his head. Dorian moves past the remark, if.
It's possible, give me a tall glass. I hate the short,
stumpy ones.
Dorian winks at Monty, not wanting to test the delicate
situation any further. Monty leaves to fulfill Dorian's request.
You were very lucky this morning, Roland. But that certainly
is the way you go about things. Isn't it charming
style when you consider nothing less forever?
Monty walks back in with the cookies and a glass
of milk like her little bitch.
You're too kind, thank you.
Dorian takes a bite and gives a look of approval.
Roland uses the silence as an opportunity to.
Clear the air about earlier.
Dorian holds a finger up she takes a sip of milk.
I'm a big believer in new beginnings, fresh starts. We
should just clean the slate right here and wash our
hands together. What happened at my uncle's was an unfortunate misunderstanding.
Roland nods in agreement.
Tragic.
I know it's probably hard to imagine after what you've
seen today, but there was a time when Killian and
I were very close. You could even say I still
love him underneath it all.
Dorian lost in thought dissolve into Dorian stoically seated in
a chair getting her bloody shoulders stitched up by a
nervous doctor.
I mean to be put in a situation as delicate
as this. I realize you all must be very confused
at this moment, but understand.
This Behind Dorian Jamison destroys one of his wooden sculptures
in a furious tirade.
Those ashes belong to my father, Jamison Cherry Killian's brother.
Whatever deal you made, whatever pledge or contract you entered into,
consider it non void.
Back to Dorian in Victoria's living room, takes a sip
of milk.
You didn't realize what you were getting into, that's obvious.
Everyone stares at Roland, hoping he comes clean.
It's not here.
Roland feels the pressure from his peers, but.
I can get it to you.
I like you, Roland, for whatever reason. Your careless style
impresses me. However, second chances are rare. Wherever the urn
is at the moment, I know it's safe, but tomorrow
it better be back where it belongs.
Ends up and heads through the door.
I've always been a fan of the diplomatic approach. I
don't want to see anyone else get hurt. The options
that follow, for those that are still alive are a drag.
Dorian pauses, almost forgot. She holds Roland's driver's license up.
You left this behind in the hot tub.
Everybody looks at Roland, confused.
It's a little ironic, don't you think Roland shrugs by
the way, what was it? Lemon meringue.
Everyone looks at Roland, inquisitive. Roland hesitates to admit.
Coconut.
Dorian knots pleasantly surprised, and then leaves. Everyone exhales. Roland
hurries to the window to confirm the urn is still there.
Who the fuck was that? The maleman fade to black.
Exterior Luxuria's Condo building. Evening, Newman and mul Ray's detective
car pulls up with a fresh coat of t tomato
sauce spread across the hood and windshield. A bald cop
forty five, arrogant waiting by the entrance, waves them in ursge.
You guys almost had him this morning.
The detectives get out of their car.
We think you might have found a new driver. What
do you got for me? Fucking mess? Any fatalities?
Sure looks like it, but can't find any bodies.
Mulray catches up to them. Interior killian penthouse entryway continuous.
The condo is filled with cops swarming like hornets. Newman, Moulray,
and the bald cop enter the crime scene. Newman notices
an officer holding a record reading the lyrics She approaches
and slaps him across the head.
You mind keeping your prints off by evidence? Dumb nuts?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Give me your gun.
Confused, the young officer hands her his gun. She gives
it to Molray.
Get the butter knife out of here. I don't want
to see his face the rest of the year.
Newman watches her steps as she moves through the condo.
Hey, Newman, that reminds me I got a new one
for you.
Every cop signals him not to tell the joke.
No, no, this one's good.
What's the difference between a car tire and three hundred
and sixty five used condoms?
I give up. One's a good year, the other is
a great year.
Heyo.
The bald top bursts out, laughing alone.
Outstanding.
Your mother must rave about you.
Interior Killian's kitchen continuous. Newman sees gas here, eyeing the
food inside the fridge.
Dasser, what are you doing?
Dustin foot prints? I think the handle is sufficient.
Newman puts a rubber glove on to inspect a knife
next to a puddle of blood.
I hate knives.
Once you rense it clean, there's absolutely no side of
where it's band of the damage.
It's done, just like my dis crash. Everyone turns around
and finds a broken jar of pickles at Gasser's feet.
Newman notices the hint of a white object peeking out
from under the fridge. She crosses over to inspect it.
She tilts the object onto its side, revealing a white
rabbit figurine. She wipes the blood away, showing an r
printed on its belly. She smiles.
It looks to me someone has gotten themselves wedged between
two rotten apples, and hopes of a prophet, We'll see
how long it can keep his head above water.
That's the thing about Luck. It's a real motherfucker. And
right now it looks if someone is running a little
low sound of a finger tapping interior exterior station wagon,
Victoria's driveway, evening the gas indicator needle points on empty.
Roland's finger taps the indicator, feeling Tyler's stare.
I know what you're thinking. It's not a sign. People
run out of gas. It happens. Don't look into it.
I figure we're over the hump now. It's all downhill
from here.
I feel it. Really, it can't get any worse.
Bee bee Bee Roland looks in the rear view mirror
he sees Chloe's crashed Camaro being pulled into Victoria's driveway
by a tow truck. Stunned, he whips around, hoping his
eyes are playing tricks on him.
Wait for Marque.
The loud beeping continues as the tow truck backs up.
Roland approaches Floyd, the tow truck driver twenty one dorky
doesn't belong in greasy overalls?
Hey can I help you?
Floyd climbs out of the tow truck with paperwork.
Ah, yeah, we got a call to return this head
to the registered address.
Roland slowly peaks to find a tarp draped across the
back seat. Reluctant, Roland lifts the corner of the tarp,
exposing the dead bodies of Chloe and the unknown man
on the floorboard of the car and twined in such
a way they actually resemble dolls.
I'm gonna need a couple signatures.
And Floyd notices the two lifeless bodies in the car.
Oh my, is that what I think it is? Oh?
Oh, Roland clenches his fist.
I cannot believe it. I just read an article in
popular mechanics the other day. The newest version comes out
next month and has some kind of technology that makes
some more real. Like you won't even be able to
tell I'm talking settings to even create the voice you want.
It'll be as good as the real thing. Floyd reaches
down and gently touches Chloe's hair.
Even the hair will feel real.
None of this, none of this fake stuff they've used
on some of the older version. I mean, real quality,
not this brittle witch broom chicanery.
Roland is speechless as Floyd fills out the paperwork.
Hey, hey, don't be embarrassed.
We're human.
There's no shame in it.
Sometimes the real thing is hard to acquire.
I'll be honest.
I'll be honest, my guy. It's a weird place to
keep him. I'd advise maybe keep him the top up.
You definitely want to keep them away from the sun.
But to each his own.
It's cool.
No judgments here.
God forbid. My stepdad finds mine again. I already had
to place the lips twice.
Floyd gives him the paperwork to sign. Rolling knots relieved
while Floyd lowers the car.
This one's on me, my guy, I'm gonna wave the feet.
Floyd hands rolling his business car, before climbing back in
his truck with his signed paperwork. You and I are
the same, Rollin smiles to please Floyd.
So he'll leave pretty close.
No no, no, no, no no no, we're the same.
Part you gotta say with me, man, we're the.
Same rolling cringes but plays along.
Hey, technology, we've come a long way since blow up dolls.
Thank god.
The tow truck drives away.
I'll be thinking of you next month.
Please don't.
Rolling waves. As he pulls the top back on the Kamara,
Roland sees Chloe's purse with the jack of the box
toy picking out. He slides the purse over his shoulder. Sentimental,
A ring tone that sounds like a dying battery goes
off Somewhere in the back seat. Roland pauses, confused. Is
Chloe a robot? He snaps out of it, searching for
the ringing device and discovers a cell phone and a
puddle of blood. He answers it, how about.
We prevent future Chloe's from suffering a similar faith or
we just consider everyone you know of Chloe and proceed
from there. Sooner or later, it's going to be someone
you love and something tells me you're going to feel
a little different. Or you fix this and avoid collecting
any more toe tags in the process.
It's your choice. Look in the glovebox. Click.
Roland tosses the phone, eyeing the glove box, fully aware
anything could be in there. Pumping himself up, he starts
rubbing his hands together.
Do it, dude.
He swiftly opens the glove box, anticipating the worst. Inside
lies a toe tag with his name on it. Rowland
turns it over to find an address. Monty exits Victoria's house,
walking away from the mess.
This is where you come in.
Roland tosses the car keys to Monty, who catches them.
The familiarity of car keys in his hands feels nostalgic.
Monty hesitates, then tosses the keys back to Roland.
Good luck, I'm going home.
I'll drive. Where are we going?
A cab pulls up next to Monty. Monty glances back
at Roland. This is goodbye. Monty opens the back door.
Roland walks around to the passenger.
North Shore drive. It's not far.
Tyler clumsily slides over to the driver's side.
Don't worry, we got this.
A hand stops Tyler from starting the car.
Get in the back.
I'm driving, Tyler obeys, as Monty quickly climbs in the
driver's seat.
Change of art.
Monty gives Roland a death stare.
Samanthas address.
The station wagon abruptly pulls back from the driveway.
She's pregnant.
Francois scurries out of the house and barely gets in
the back seat as they screech away. Exterior Samantha's house. Later,
a peaceful suburban neighborhood, sound of tires screeching, the station
wagon comes to a violent stop in front of a
home with a for sale sign. Monty jumps out of
the car and hurries for the door. Roland jumps out,
following after him.
Marzy wait.
Monty kicks the front door open. The interior Samantha's house continuous.
The house is a mess. Sam Sam Roland runs inside,
tripping over furniture, trying to catch up Marzy. Monty grabs
a baseball bag from a closet and hurries for the bedroom.
Light shines through the crack of the door. He rams
through the door and sees Killian lying on the bed,
watching a home video of Monty and Samantha. As Monty
lifts the back to swing, Bonham tackles Manty into the bathroom,
slamming the bathroom door shut behind him. Interior Samantha's Bathroom continuous.
Bonham shoves Monty. Bonham locks the bathroom door and stands
firmly in front of it. Monty picks up the back
and charges bottom swim. Bonham catches the bat with one hand.
Where is he?
Bonhom snatches the bat away from Monty and pushes him
to the ground. Bonham looks like he'll swing at Monty,
but shatters the bat on the bathroom. Count David Versus Goliath.
Interior Samantha's Bedroom continues. Roland enters and sees Killian lying
on the bed. Roland hurries to the bathroom door.
Montyo, love to see that fire? What did you do
with her? Slow down? Take a seat.
I just wants to have a few moments alone so
we can discuss the present situation we're now in.
Who this is my favorite part?
Killian turns up the volume. Roland sees the footage of
Monty proposing to Samantha.
Look at his eyes.
He loves her a great deal I mean, I had
an idea that true love existed, but I never actually
found such an obvious account.
It's beautiful, but I'm confused. Yeah, I can't find you
anywhere in any of these videos.
Ashamed Roland notices a small knife stuck upright in the dresser.
Where is she safer than the queen?
Relaxed Roland quickly snatches the knife and grabs Killy and
pressing the blade against his throat.
Well, the queen is fucking dead. So if you don't
tell me where the Fusamantha is, I swear to God,
I'm gonna bury this in your throat. When is the
baby Doo? By the looks of her any day? Now,
I'm guessing it's a boy. They tend to lay low
in the pocket. I'm not fucking with you.
Killian leads for towards the blade, and a thin stream
of blood flows down his neck.
Then do it.
What makes you so fucking special, Rolands?
You're a fucking cartoon character running on fumes. You don't
know a fucking thing about me. You sick fuck I
know plenty.
When I was bleeding all over my new kitchen, I thought, oh,
he'll never make it out of here.
Surely it's hopeless.
Yet here you are and in perfect condition, not a
fucking scratch, making me wonder if you've aligned with someone else,
and on top.
Of it, you lied to me. I'm a lot of things,
but I ain't a liar. Monty wasn't waiting in the car.
Mm Mmm if you.
Ordered a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, would you accept
it without the jelly? Of course not, you'd fire the
chef and burn down the restaurant.
How are my odds looking now? About as good as mine?
Finally we're on the same page. I hope you still
have it, of course I do. But that earn is
the least of your worries. Why did that lunatic try
to kill me?
Who? Dorian? Open your eyes? Rolling, She's coming for me.
Interior Tyler's car continuous Franzoan Tyler wait in the station
wagon on the lookout.
This is so stupid. Wait you can side this is car.
Well, Mum goes in for some groceries, which is seating
ducks out?
Yeah, Tyler reaches forward to press the cigarette lighter.
Yeah.
I don't think we have enough feathers left to qualify
as ducks.
Francois notices a burned scar on Tyler's neck, just below
his shirt line, but.
That the number makes for a good story around the campfire.
France Wiff points to the scar.
Yeah, the last job we did nothing when as planned
a shit show from the start. Fuck, now that I
think about it, it reminds me a lot of this job.
MANI was already long gone, rolland try to pull him
back in. He was good at that.
When they ran things anyway, read what shit?
If the price was right, pretty much anything under the sun, diamonds, antigues, planes, trains,
If it could be moved, they were moving it.
These guys were wild.
Didn't give a buck all caution to the wind.
The lucky ones? Is he true?
Roland can't drive? Oh he can drive just fine. He
just should ever? Oh he could drive just oh sorry.
Smoking?
Oh he can drive just fine, He just shouldn't ever.
Why no, terrible things? Man, How do you think I
got this souvenir? But have I learned anything?
Fuck?
No.
If I had any sense left, i'd walk home right now.
But I can't leave them hanging now like this. It's
gotten too personal. Sometimes there comes a point you're so
deep in the shit. You just have to keep moving forward,
no going back.
I know what you mean.
Gillian's car pulls up in Samantha's driveway Tyler and France
while I drop out of view, two gunmen in suits
get out of the car and walk towards Samantha's house.
Tyler peeks up and notices the guns.
They have guns. They're going inside.
Do something STI.
Tyler thinks fast, turns on the headlights and honks the horn.
The two gunmen turn around, pointing their guns. Tyler kisses
his gold ambulance, starts the car and hits the gas.
As the two gunmen fire bullets into the windshield. Duck down,
Tyler speeds up towards them. One of the gunmen hits
the windshield and goes flying in the air. The other
man stays on the hood. Interior Samantha's bedroom continues. Honking
continues outside. Roland still with a blade the Killian's throat.
How deep am I? The room is filling as we speak,
But focus on the silver lining. You still have luck
on your side.
Concerned, Roland releases Killian and steps away.
What's the plan, Roland?
Do you even have a plan?
Or are you just buying time until another light bulb explodes.
Instantly, Tyler's station wagon with the gunman on the hood,
crashes into the bedroom, violently pinning Killian between the bed
and the wall, missing Roland by hair. Roland sees Tyler
struggling to their feet on the front lawn. Unconscious. Francois
lays flat on the grass.
We're going to need a new car.
Tyler hurries to remove the keys from the dead gunman. Interior,
Samantha's bedroom continues. Having heard the loud commotion, Bonham leans
against the door and pulls out his gun. Monty grabs
the large piece of the broken bat and stabs Bonham
in the thigh, causing Bonham to drop his weapon. He
picks up Monty, choking him in the air. On the
verge of passing out, Monty kicks hard downwards, breaking off
the splinter bat in Bottom's leg. Bonom screams in pain,
shoving Monty to the ground. Bonham struggles as he recovers
his gun, prepares to shoot, and Roland manages to bust
through the door and jumps on Bonhom's back, attempting a
choke hold, bad a wild shot, missing Monty by inches.
Roland secures the choke hold as Boontom misses another gunshot. Fading,
Bonnom drops to his knees. Monty takes control of the
gun and presses it against his head.
Where is she?
No response? Enraged, Monty fires around next to Bonhom's ear.
Botom passes out.
Oh.
Roland pulls Monty away, Let's go, MONSI.
No, we can't leave. Where's Sam? Come on, hey, what
will find her? Well? We won't be able to do
jack shit from jail cell.
Roland grabs Chloe's purse with a jack in the box
toy from the front seat as he and Monty scramble
out of the house.
Through the hole where the car crashed.
Exterior interior Samantha's driveway Killian's car continuous. Tyler drags Francois
by the hands and shoves him into the back seat
of Killian's car. He hurries around the other side and
jumps into the back seat, stunned to find Falcon Brute
sitting in silence between them, with Francois passed out on
his shoulder. Tyler removes his sunglasses to have a better look.
He notices the large brass knuckles. Roland and Monty jump
in the front seats. What the fuck is this? Monty
starts the car as Roland turns around.
I've been wondering at myself.
Monty peels away as Bonham limps out of the house,
firing shots at them. Monty pops the trunk to block
the bullets as they speed down the street. Inside the trunk, Samantha, thirty,
pregnant girl next door, terrified, stays low, trying to avoid
the bullets. Interior exterior Killian's car continues. Monty swerves around
a few corners. He pulls over next to a wooded area,
white knuckling the steering wheel. Silence everyone but Francois, in
a state of shock. Tyler smacks Francois awake, close his trunk.
Francois bolts out of the car. Francois approaches the trunk
and sees Samantha escaping into the misty, dark woods. He
staggers to grab his ankle gus stop. He falls back
as he aims in her direction. Samantha continues running away.
Roland gets out of the car and sees Francois and
his ass Roland notices a figure running through the fog
in the dark woods.
Who the fuck was that?
Francois shrugs, Well, don't just sit there and watch, go
get them. Francois scrambles up and takes off after Samantha.
Monty gets out of the car.
What's taking so fucking on? My fiance is still missing?
What a fucking snail? I'm on it.
Roland runs off. Monty goes to close the trunk. He
recognizes Samantha's scarf inside. Stunned, he picks it up and
smells it. He turns to Roland running into the dark woods.
Samantha.
Monty takes off running after them. Samantha now Tyler gets
out of the car, joint in mouth. Oblivious of the situation.
He watches his partners running away.
Hey, if you gotta go, you gotta go.
He taps his pockets for a lighter.
You don't happen to have a light on you, do you?
Exterior forest continuous out of breath. Francois catches up to
Samantha with a gun still in his hand, sober running
will you terrified? Samantha runs for her life. Francois grabs
her by the shoulder, She whips around, kicks him in
the cross and follows him with a hard punch to
the note. Francois goes down in agony, accidentally firing off
a shot. Monty hears the gunshot as he's running Roland,
here's Monty and realizes who they're running after.
Frank fright. Don't shoot.
Francois cowers in a fetal position. Samantha picks up the
gun and points it at Francois. Roland comes running.
Don't do it, Samantha. Startled.
Samantha looks up and fires two shots at Roland as
he dies between the tree.
Don't shoot, Samantha, it's Roland. Roland.
Monty comes running up as she fires another shot, nearly
hitting him. Monty drops to the ground, whoa baby, it's me. Overwhelmed,
she passes out and falls on franco while with her head,
landing on his hands, covering his nose. Interior exterior Killian's car.
Later reclined in the front seat, Tyler smokes his joint
in deep thought.
All I know for sure life is precious. Do you
ever think about the word Thursday, Like, what does that mean?
You know?
Why did they decide to call that?
Or Wednesday for that matter.
Somehow Sunday makes sense. You know the sun is out
the day of rest.
But you know, Tyler stops himself and sits up and
turns to Falcon Brute, who hasn't moved an inch.
You know what I like about you.
You're a good listener. No one listens anymore. They don't
take the time.
You don't feel the need to fill the air with
pointless nonsense, and I really appreciate it.
Sounds of leaves and twigs cracking in the forest. Tyler
gets out of the car and sees Monty appearing out
of the fog with Samantha in his arms.
You found a girl in the woods.
Monty walks past him, silent. More leaves and twigs cracking
call for Tyler's attention. Roland emerges from the fog, carrying Francois,
unconscious in his arms. Roland walks to Tyler and forces
Francois into his arms as Tyler slides Francois on one
side in the back seat.
Really no comment, nothing on this.
Roland reaches inside and uses the leash to lead Falcon
Brute out of the car. He gingerly places the leash
over the Brute's shoulder.
Wait, I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what
the fuck is going on.
The car drives off, leaving Tyler and Falcon Brutes standing
next to each other on the side of the road.
The car stops and backs up. The trunk pops open.
Choose your battles wisely, my friend, Tyler sheepishly climbs into it.
The car speeds off, leaving the Falcon Brute standing alone
on the side of the road. Interior Yacht night, Roland, Tyler,
and Francois look down at something intrigued.
Is he dead? He's not dead, He's sleeping. Who sleeps
like that? Dead people sleep like that? Dead people don't sleep? Wyatt,
wake up?
All three men stare mystified. Wyatt fifty, former pro surfer,
passed out. Roland opens Wyatt's eyelid. He slaps white hard.
Tyler flinches at the thought of the pain.
Check his pulse.
Tyler reaches up.
I'm not feeling anything. That's his ear lobe. Einstein, what
the fuck do you want from me?
I'm not a doctor.
If I told you to take his temperature, would you
stick your toe of his ass?
A parrot lands on the window ledge, wearing a severed
finger as a pendant around his neck. They all take notice.
Right, fuck you, I'm batman.
Wyatt wakes up seeing three men towering over him. He
freaks out and responds by pulling out a small harpoon gun.
The three men duck, taking cover. Whyatt falls back, firing
off the harpoon. Monty walks in As the harpoon hits
the wall inches from his head. Monty stares at it
in the final wobble, christ Man, why.
Do you just knock?
I did knock Wyatt and he didn't have a finger
around his neck last time I was here.
It's unsettling, rop.
I hearn it.
Wyatt points with his finger nub, Yeah you did up
errad square.
Oh, where's my manners? I'm Wie.
White extends his hand.
You guys hungry friends of all? Well, uh, you can
check the fridge, but I doubt it. Four gwab. That's
a fancy friend you got there.
White smiles and gives Roland a big hug and kisses
him on the forehead.
God damn it, I thought you were dead.
Why It sticks his finger up into the bullet hole
in a Roland's shirt. He notices a scratch. Why it
pours whiskey on it as Roland tries not to flinch.
Kind of clothes, aren't we what's with the posse? You
guys selling cookies.
Or something more like our silves.
Well, any friend of Roland is a friend of mine. Man,
I extend a certain allowance for newcombers for the first
hour or so.
Then if I don't like.
It, well, why it is silent for a moment, then
laughs out loud.
I'm just fucking with your man. Hey, sorry about that.
Hits your finger, No harm, no foul. Right, you can't
expect a cat not to scratch when startled.
Whyatt walks over to Monty?
But seriously, I tie a cinder block around your ankles
and they won't find you for months, maybe years.
Have you ever seen goonies? Year? Yeah?
Science? Whyet yanks the harpoon out and places it in
Monty's hand. He walks over to the sink and scrubs
his armpits with a soap bar.
So what sort of shit has hit the fan to
be graced with your presence?
Voice? The kind that stinks We're just gonna lay low
and collect ourselves. No trouble, no trouble.
Oh, trying to pull the wall over these eyes, you
sly devil. If you're here, I know you brought at
least a little with you, or it's coming. It's probably
nipping at your heels right this second.
White walks over to Roland and squeezes his cheeks.
But it's all good, brother troubles, exactly what I'm looking for.
I'm bored out of my fucking mind. What goods of
boat with no waves?
Roland pulls Wilt by the arm into the next room.
It kind of pinched me.
Interior yacht bedroom continuous. Roland leads White inside and closes
the door as Wyatt plops down in a hammock.
What the fuck, Wyatt? You sold me off to a
fucking maniac.
Relax, it can't be that bad.
Well, fuck you, it is that bad. How bad, bad,
bed brother bad.
Rowland stares silently. Oh that is bad, Rowland, paces did
you run? Rowland resists the hurts to joke Wyatt and leaves,
slamming the door behind him. Exterior Victoria's neighborhood. Later night,
Rowland and Monty pull up in Killian's car in front
of a house. They sneak up quietly towards Victoria's house
through the neighbor's backyards.
How do you know it's still here?
I told Victoria to put it in the safe and
she was a man of her work. After this, I'm
done for good. Uh huh, I'm serious. It's gotten way.
Too out of control Before Roland came answer, I got
a dead psycho squish between my mattress, Samantha.
It's probably gonna lead me.
What you realize is the shit sandwich he's been rolled into.
I am fucking done tonight.
We finished this? Yeah, yeah, I got it? Do you
do you?
Because it seems to be a recurring theme view that
I have to repeat myself a lot.
But this is a partnership. Was we had something good going? Yeah?
I know we did.
But all things change rolling, all chapters lead to new ones.
This is a new one for me.
I'm gonna have a child.
It can no longer be about me or even you
rolling scuffs.
Huh? And what kind of timeframe are we looking at here?
Eighteen years?
At least eighteen years? What am I supposed to do
for eighteen years? You're the only family I got Without you?
What do I have? All the luck in the world
and no one to share it with? God? You need
a girlfriend. No, I need a friend. I'm not your friend, Roland.
Never be your friend. That's right, because we're brothers. Through
thick and.
Thin, Roland offers out his hand. Unable to resist, Monty
smiles and grips his hand.
Tight through thick and sin. We'll figure it all out,
I promise.
Roland and Monty approach Victoria's patio door. Roland pulls out
a fancy lock picking.
Kit Uncle, Roland, it has a nice thing to it.
Can we just live through this first? Please?
Deal hard?
He could be in there waiting for us.
It's possible.
Interior Victoria's house, continuous, flashlight in hand, Roland creeps down
the hallway. He glances back and sees a figure passing
by Manty. Roland continues on into the bedroom. Interior Victoria's
bedroom continuous. Rowland opens the safe in the closet, removes
the urn, and exits the room. Interior Victoria's kitchen, continuous.
Monty is on the lookout, peeking through the blinds. Roland
walks in, studying the urn.
I'm surprised the nutbag didn't just keep it stuffed up
his ass like some bug.
Monty turns to him, what did.
You just say difficult to fit?
I guess let me see that thing.
Monty grabs the iarn.
Oh you want to try?
Monty is unamused. He slides his hand around the edges.
He flips it over.
It's an urn. They don't need instructions.
Everything has fine print if you look close enough.
Monty slides a small lever by accident, revealing a hidden
compartment concealing a GPS bug with a red blinking light.
Ohh, and the fine print is everything.
They both stare as the red light flashes on their face.
He said, the jump on us all this time? What
kind of sick game is he playing?
A dangerous one? You gotta remember. The cat doesn't kill
the mouse right away. He wounds him, lets him bleed
for a while, and just keeps him around for amusement.
Roland and Monty look at each other registry the fear.
Roland snatches the bug and crushes it under his shoe.
Let's get the fuck out of here. They exit.
The breeze from the door reveals a wounded Killion hidden
beneath the curtain, struggling to at least a falcon brutes wrath,
but the leash is tangled in the curtain. Defeated, Killian
gives up and lets go with the leash. He notices
the red light of the crushed bug fading on the floor.
Killian sinks his head in his hands.
Mom, you gotta give me a sign.
After a moment, he hits the wall in anger. A
single picture frame falls from the wall, while the numerous
others remain in place. The breaking of the frame draws
Killian's attention. He reaches down and pulls the photo from
the broken glass, revealing Roland on the yacht named It's
a Sign. A profound sense of renewed hope fills Killian.
Fade to white super If you chase two rabbits, both
will escape. End of second episode, will.
Upside.
Let's get back about one five.
It's right lunches and back where he came in. Please
refresh yourselves.
Thank you so much.