Run Rabbit Run - Act 3

Last we left off, two young Ruffians were being escorted
out of the police precinct.
We weren't that bad, just typical nine year olds.
Hey, I wouldn't say typical, and you might want to
plug your ears for this. Monty went to all his
father's races except for one, and that was the one
that he died, and he was still betting against him.
That's when I took on his date.
Fast forward a little bit, so we survived a rolling band,
sold some sweet old lady's car, borrowed yep, that's right,
she lent it to us, and by a struggle of
good fortune, we all made it back to Victoria's to
find out the ups woman is actually an assassin related
to the Cherry Brothers, but being a fan of my style,
she took it upon herself to grant some leniency and
gave me twenty four hours to give the urn to
her father Jamison. Meanwhile, detectives Newman and Molray discovered my
calling card in Killian's.
K I told you it was stupid to leave those
rabbits everywhere you go.
The good ones always have a thing. That's my thing. Killian,
being the thoughtful guy that he is, decided to return
Chloe's car with Chloe God Bless her soul, and whatever
the fuck his name was on the back seat, both
bodies covered with a tarp.
Oh.
Yeah, and that's when you and your new best bud
Floyd bonded over the high tech sex robot Frontier.
Yeah. Luckily so. Killian kidnapped Samantha Monty's fiance.
Touchy subject because she's nine months pregnant.
Hey, but it went well, well enough anyway, it went horrible, Hey, keep.
Your chin up.
Thanks to Tyler and Francoise quick thinking, it worked out.
So we managed to escape with her in the trunk.
But we found her in the woods Rowland, and she
almost killed both of us all most.
So this is where we reunite with the source of
our troubles, the guy who got me into this trap,
my old pal Wyatt.
His yacht is always a good place to lay. Oh.
At this point, the top priority was to get the
urn back from Victoria's place. Manti discovered that Killian had
the damn thing bug.
The whole time could have been worse.
We're lucky Chillian's leash got tangled in those curtains.
The guys were looking out for us Oh, Monty, trust
the process.
Interior exterior Yacht Bedroom number two, continuous Through the yacht window,
a radiant full moon illuminates the sky. Monty lays down
on the bed and exhausted, Samantha gently rubs his chest.
I had a horrible dream. I've been taken by the
strange men that were looking for Roland and an urn,
and they locked me in a trunk, and I remember running.
A man speaking French was chasing me through the woods
and it was.
Dark.
It was very dark.
At one point I had a gun and I nearly
shot Roland.
Samantha opens her eyes and you, She noticed the strange surroundings.
Where are we listen to me? Maybe you should lay down.
I am laying down. It wasn't a dream.
Samantha embraces Monty hard.
I almost killed you, but you didn't. I'm fine, We're fine.
That bullet wasn't even close.
What's going on? I thought you were done with all
of this.
I am what do you call this?
Closure? Rolland eavesdropping through the crack of the door.
Oh what job did he talk you into this time?
It's not a job, baby, It's a situation, and it's
all going to be over soon.
No more running?
How are you going to square that circle?
Roland's never going to stop.
He can't roll. The bad luck will eventually find him.
Roland walks away and exits the yacht exterior Marina gas
station nighted. Roland processes Samantha's words as he walks toward
the entrance. He glances at a figure sitting on a
b Before entering, He pops back out, realizing it's Dorian.
Can I get you something? Maybe some cookies? I doubt
they're going to be fresh.
Dorian stares at him sternly.
It would be dumb on me to run right now,
wouldn't it?
Yes, it would.
Sensing she's not in a playful mood, Roland walks over
to sit next to her.
It's not here.
That's what you said last time.
And I meant it well. Actually I was lying before.
But you're telling the truth now.
Sort of. What's the entire truth anyway? Is there such
a thing?
Of course there is. That's why there's fiction, and that's
all you're giving me right now. I'm not sure it's
advisable to tickle the nuclear codes if you catch my
drift and I have to take something back with.
Me like a handwritten note.
More like a hand my hand.
Rolin looks at his hand.
Wait, the whole hand.
Lots of people manage with just one hand. You don't
drive anyway. Almost anything can be done with the dominant one.
It won't be so bad. Look on the bright side,
you got the first thirty years with both.
That's pretty lucky. Besides, what would Jamison think of me
if I returned.
With just a finger?
You were going to take just a finger? Oh?
Initially an awkward silence.
You fucking with me?
Of course I am.
That would be heinous if I took your hand.
She stands up to leave.
Jesus, I really had you going, didn't I.
I'm a ruthless killer, but I'm not a monster.
What are you even doing here? I haven't sold tomorrow.
I got antsy. You too many close calls for my taste.
Dorian walks away.
What are you going to tell your dad?
She looks back at him.
What I told him last time. I couldn't catch him.
Dorian slips into the night like a shadow, leaving Roland
mystified fucking Ninjas interior Marina station continuous. Roland heads straight
for the fridge. He checks the dates on the cartons
of milk, picks the very last one in the back.
As he turns the corner in mid gold, he notices Amelia,
the woman from the police station at the counter. Loves struck,
Roland immediately retreats behind a rack of potato chips. He
peeks up to stare at her longingly. She senses his
stare and glances back, just as Roland ducks down. After
a moment of hiding, he sees his reflection in the
fridge door and starts rehearsing.
Hey, Amelia, it's good to see you at the police
He shakes his head.
He starts over, Hey, it's you.
I was hoping that read.
He sees a reflection behind him in the fridge door.
He quickly tries to escape the embarrassment.
Oh what what was it?
A snapple or doctor pepper?
Fuck? Fuck fuck they can get it themselves.
He turns to face Amelia and feigning surprise. Amelia charmed,
she spares.
Him the human It's been a long time.
Sparks are flying interior Yacht Bedroom number one continuous. Roland
and Amelia with hands passionately racing on each other's body.
I want you to know. I don't do this sort
of thing often, do I look easy?
She pins him against the wall, making the urn tip over.
Is that a fucking urn?
I believe?
So She begins to undress, starting with her shoes. Isn't
it Roland takes off his shoes.
Beats me, But it wouldn't be much of an urn
without him. It'd be like a pase.
He stops mid pant leg.
Wait, vase or vawse?
Amelia slides off her pants.
You really never looked.
She picks up the urn as Roland struggles with his
pants at his ankles.
Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa? Isn't that bad luck? Won't that
release some kind of spirit or something?
Like? The last thing I need right now was some
ancient curse.
It's not a genie in a bottle. The body was cremated.
You're fine.
She removes the lid and look inside, as though peering
down a well.
He or she he?
I think you think you don't even know who this is.
He closes the urn and places it back on the dresser.
I don't ask questions when I'm afraid of the answer.
They start kissing each other again.
So is it a practice of yours? Babysit earns.
No, actually, this is a first.
Don't you think that's a bit odd?
Oh? What is odd these days?
It's a little creepy.
Yet here you are.
Amelia pulls Roland towards her. We stay on the urn
as it begins to slowly vibrate across the dresser. Later dawn,
sound of shower running, Roland wakes up. He slides his
arm across the bed, searching for Amelia. He gets up
and yawns his way to the bathroom. Looking at himself
in the mirror, he takes a deep breath.
Look, I don't want to be that guy spilling out
his guts the morning after because he had some great awakening.
But last night what special for me?
It felt real for the first time in a long time,
longer than I can remember. In fact, I'm not even
sure I knew what this feeling was before last night.
I just want to be honest with you, only the truth,
and the truth doesn't always present itself accurately. What is
wrong sometimes feels right, what is right never feels wrong.
Honesty wasn't exactly a family heirloom handed down When I
was a kid. I remember my dad saying to my mom, baby,
you're my cotton candy. And then he turned to me
and say, cotton candy never fills you up, boy, It's
just air, just fluff. Oh in the moment, it's sweet,
all right, but it vanishes as soon as you taste
it and the flavor. Nevertheless, it gets in the way
and distracts your hunger.
You need to find something that fulfills you, leaves you satisfied,
and that ain't easy. And then he leave for months,
only to come back for a night and say the
same damn thing before leaving it all over again. A beat.
You're not cotton candy. I know that in my bones.
What I'm trying to say.
Is Roland has difficulties saying the words.
I love you, I've always loved you.
Silence. Roland waits for a response. He cringes, thinking he
said too much. After a moment, he gently slices the
curtain to reveal an empty shower. What Confused, he wanders
out and begins looking for Ama throughout the yacht. He
reenters the bedroom puzzled. His eyes grow wide. The urn
is gone, interior yacht living room continuous. Roland frantically shuffles
through the cabinets and tosses the sofa Roland. Roland frantically
shuffles through cabinets and tosses the sofa cushions. Monty approaches.
What the hell are you looking for?
Roland plays it down, looking for anything.
It's it's here.
Don't forget it. I don't even want to know. At least,
it's not the art.
Roland continues his search as Marty leaves. After a few moments,
Monty returns. It's not the Roland stops.
Roland look at me.
Roland slowly turns around to face Monty tell me it's
not the urn rolland de flates, heartbroken. It's not the ern,
Monty resists, getting angry.
I'm gonna make us a drink.
Exterior yacht deck. Moments later, wrapped in a bed sheet,
Roland stares at the storm in the horizon. He smells
the bedsheet where Amelia slept, rinks in hand. Monty walks
up and sits, next time.
We gave it a shot, didn't we. Hell, no one
wins them all.
Monty shoots back the liquor.
I can't believe you let that old lady drive.
She was pretty good a beat. What are you gonna
do now.
I'm gonna wake up Samantha.
Take what little savings I got, head straight to Mexico
and take things slow.
For a long while, A long while you.
Roland squeezes the bed sheet tight.
I think I'm cursed. If you could put a cherry
on top of my impending doom, she would be it.
They say the first cut is the deepest.
That that shit's fucking' true.
I never had a chance. She ripped right through me.
It was like lightning.
Roland and Monty spin around, surprised to see Amelia standing
on the deck holding their lightning crashes fade too. Exterior
Cherry's Barn lightning in the distance as a storm rolls in. Jamison,
wielding an axe, cuts down a large tree with fury.
A tombstone is next to the tree. It reads Fiona Cherry.
The twins father was dying from cancer. Jamison received the
news and was crushed by the coming loss. For over
a year, he devoted himself.
To carving a coffin the tree falls.
It would be his masterpiece.
Interior Cherry's Barn, Jamison cuts the first details into the
massive trunk that will become his father's coffin.
He worked his soul into those splinters, racing against time.
When he finished, he showed only one person, Killian.
Exterior desert dusk. William Cherry lays in the wooden coffin.
The lid slowly slides over.
Him, but on the day of their father's death, Killian
signed for the release of the body.
Killian steps back. He lights a cigar. He tosses the match,
and the coffin ignites in flames.
Killian stole the body in the coffin from Jamison and
reduced them both to ashes.
The fire whips up in frenzy.
Out of spite.
Interior Cherry House bathroom. Killian, as an adult, huddled against
the bathtub where his mother died, holds his deceased mother's hand,
crying like a child, all for.
The shame Jamison branded him with. After their mother's death.
Exterior cherry House front porch, Jamison stands motionless, like.
A trophy or some twisted talisman. Killian Taunts's brother, with
their father's remains locked away in the urn.
An intricate corner piece of the burnt coffin sits in
front of Jamison.
WHOA, WHOA, let's rewind here for a second, which part
exterior drive and diner morning.
We follow a waitress and Rollerskates carrying a tray of
food until she arrives at Killian's car window. She hands
the order to roll in Monty and Amelia.
All of it. You're telling me you're sent by Jamison
to reclaim the urn.
You're a quick one, MANI he didn't want things to
get any mess here and was concerned Dorian's temperament might
become an issue. He thought I could just slip in
and get.
It slipped into my sheets instead.
I most certainly did so let me get this straight.
You seduce Roland.
Amelia grabs a hot fry from the bag.
Technically I did that thirty years ago.
Steal the urn, realize on the drive back you're madly
in love with him, still still madly in love with him,
and decide to return and confess everything more or less.
Then take us to jameson not a chance.
I just betrayed him, But you guys should probably strongly
consider giving it back to him. Killian's craze and he'll
chase you to the ends of the earth if he
wants something from you.
Not to worry. We pinned the tail on that donkey.
Yeah we did roland in Monty high five Amelia as.
Her doubts red Sky at morning sailors take warning.
I knew you look familiar, but why would a thief,
a good one be working at the police station.
That doesn't make any sense.
Really, I expected more from you, Moni. If you're planning
on sealing honey, the best place to be is the hive.
Hard to argue with that. Monty starts. The car backs up,
revealing Newman and Mulray munching down on their breakfast, parked
a couple of spots away.
We're never going to find rolland with the standard process
it's tired and old. If we really want to catch him,
we're going to have to start thinking like him.
Do as he would do.
No more getting tangled in the branches. We have to
go for the trunk of the tree.
You know, I'm not going to drink the kool aid.
If that's what you mean, you start putting on the
wolves fur, you'll quickly forget your sheep.
We don't have to be sheep, Mulray, that's my point.
Why not be a fox and outspart them all. We
don't have to drink their kool aid. That's not what
I'm saying, but we should definitely open our eyes.
Mulray nods as he looks around with a fresh set
of eyes. Interior ice wrink Arena morning. Roland walks in
carrying Chloe's purse, followed by Monty and Amelia as a
youth hockey practice is underway.
Are you gonna tell me what we're doing here?
We don't exactly have leisure time, Roland, time is of
the essence.
Does that mean anything to you?
People start acknowledging Roland as they pass by.
Back on the ice. Good to see you, Roland, my man?
Since when do you play hockey?
Since always, here's a little tribute for that big brain
of yours. The slaves that escape Canada were pioneers and
inventing the sports.
Take that again, the slaves who escaped to Canada.
Oh, h.
Since always, here's a little tribute for that big brain
of yours. The slaves that escape to Canada were pioneers
and inventing the sport.
Pioneers. Huh, I never saw you play hockey.
I never saw you jerk off douchet.
Monty catches Amelia's look. He shrugs.
Some things are hard to give up.
Spare me the details.
Monty is about to speak. Amelia holds up her hand.
I believe you.
It was hard, Yeah, it was details.
They arrived to Rowland's locker. Roland turns the dial.
It'll be safe here.
You have a locker.
I have skates too, Monty.
Roland opens the locker and places the purse inside, as
Monty scans the crowd on the lookout.
Look, the only leverage we have are these ashes. We
can't fuck this up.
Roland closes the locker when Monty notices Bonham staring at
him on the far side of the ice rink.
It's coming with us.
God damn, you're not listening.
Roland turns to see what Monty and Amelia are staring at.
Bonham and Killian scrambling towards them.
Shit.
Bonham opens the rink door to cut across the ice,
interrupting the game. Roland struggles to open the.
Locker a little faster.
Roland is not working.
No time for humor. You just opened it.
I'm aware of that, Manzi, but it's not working now.
Roland realizes he's on the wrong dial. Monty notices Roland
move one locker over.
Don't get mad.
I'm not mad. I'm worried.
Roland spins the correct dial.
It could happen to anyone, no one.
It could happen to no one.
Roland grabs Chloe's person.
You guys are professionals, right we were?
They acknowledge the two different tones.
Things change fast, don't they.
They take off running. Bonham continues his struggle on the ice.
Roland slams a fifty dollars bill against the glass.
Fifty bucks for the first one that nails him.
The kids immediately starts sending slapshots in Bonham's direction. A
puck ricochet's heart across Bonhom's head, putting him down.
Don lop you suck cop.
Bonham gets up like Frankenstein. All the players scatter, except
for the kid who landed the shot. Seized with fear,
he watches Bottom approach. Bonham grabs him, lifts him up,
and prepares to slam him down on the ice.
What are you doing?
Bonhom hesitates and looks at Killian.
That's just a child. Set him down.
Bottom obeys the order and lowers the kid, who skates
off emotionally shaken.
They heard It's all that matters.
Bonham continues on his way exterior ice rink continuous. Roland,
Montaganemilia quickly climb too Killian's car before driving off exterior
into her phone booth continuous. Killian's car is hidden behind
a large billboard on the side of the road. Roland, Monty,
and Amelia are crammed inside the phone booth.
Give me a quarter.
Monty struggles to fish for a quarter from his pocket.
I don't have a quarter, Amelia searches her pocket.
This is not how I imagined it. You guys are
so unprepared. The rubers are absolute bullshit.
That's why they're rumors.
Sweetheart, Hey, we're a little rusty. Okay.
She finds a quarter and hands it to Roland. Roland
is about to slide the quarter into the payphone.
What are you gonna tell him?
Annoyed Roland hesitates.
Great, I just went blank, had it all worked out?
What is there to think about? Tell him you want
to bring him the urn and your troubles are over.
You haven't spent a lot of time with Rowland, have you.
Roland shoves Monty out of the phone booth. Monty presses
his face against the glass.
The trouble picks up right where left off, No flack
in the line, seamless.
Roland slides the quarter into the slot and dives any advice.
Be confident but humble, Be direct, but subtle.
Jameson is a human lie detector, so it's best to
be honest, not too honest. He'll sense weakness. So don't
let your voice crack, and don't say please. Whatever you do,
don't say that.
Roland nods.
Jamison cherry please.
Amelia gives him two sarcastic thumbs up for reassurance. Outside,
Monty pulls out an image of his baby's ultrasound.
Don't worry, it's going to be a clean slate for you.
Roland and Amelia exit the phone booth.
Seven pm tonight. Our troubles are over, and we might
even come out of this with a few dollars under
our pillow.
They look at Killian's car.
Got any ideas for a new ride?
They all stare and ponder reluctant. Roland shakes his head
as he removes the tow truck driver's business card out
of his pocket.
Mmm, I'm going to need another quarter.
Interior Yacht Kitchen day. A quarter lands into a winning
pot in the center of a table. Tyler, Francois, and
Wylett are in the midst of a serious poker game.
The silence is deafening, the steaks seem high. Why it
pours whiskey for everyone?
Look, you don't need an ace in your deck to win,
Just convince everyone it's there. Life like cards, is a
winded bluff, a gauntlet of bullshitters keep them guessing long
enough they start questioning themselves, and eventually they'll.
Fold the wasted wisdom of an old man.
How's this for convincing?
Tyler lays his cards down, revealing two waists.
But it was a good speech, Wyatt, I was moved.
Fuck yourself.
Why it tosses his cards? He pours another glass of whiskey.
Whyatt forces it in Francois's face, but he knocks it
away with disgust.
Get the nasty shit out of my fist.
You knit with.
That's gonna put hair on your balls. Forging you into
a man. God, they don't make him.
Might they used to.
Back the whiskey Sounds of footsteps above on the deck
of the yacht. Francois shoots back the shot of liquid courage.
Tyler creeps towards the stairs as why it bumps the table,
causing a bottle to wobble. Francois catches it before it
hits the ground. Moment of relief. The parrot lands near
on a window.
Rah, loog you, I'm matman.
The three men halt and look at the bird, waiting
to see his next move.
Right, Rah, we're in the back cape.
Out here we're Tyler makes his way up the stairs.
Whyatt creeps behind him with a harpoon gun on three
white nods. Tyler counts to three, opens the door and
sees no one. What do you see now? Relaxed, Tyler shrugs.
Tyler loses his footing and tumbles down the stairs. On
the wyat above the stairs, Victoria and a group of
girls peek down at the two men lying on top
of each other. Hur exterior phone booth. Day, Roland, Montigne,
Amelia wait by Killian's car under the scorching sun. Beep
beep beep. Roland perks up. Floyd pulls up with a
white Volkswagen rabbit hooked up behind his toe truck. Happy
to see Roland.
Wow, wow, wow, two peas in a pod.
Roland cringes.
You two are close huh.
Bear with me, I'll explain later.
I'm good.
Floyd lowers the car and catches Roland, reluctantly peeking in
the back seat, afraid of what he might find.
Don't worry, I don't travel with him, not on weekdays.
Roland is relieved.
Who as Floyd approaches You don't want to know.
Roland and I just happen to play with the same toys.
Nervous, Roland feels Amelia's cold stare not true.
We don't interesting what kind of toys.
The fun kind.
By the way, I'm looking to hang it up on
this toe in racket. If you were serious about needing
some help in the future, I'm your guy. I was
meant for the action life on the edge. Fortune favors
the bull that sort of thing.
You sure it's not too late to pull out.
The only thing that pulls out in my house is
a sofa bed.
Charming.
Floyd offers Roland the keys.
No, no, no, no, no, not me. He's driving.
Monty reaches for the keys. Floyd holds them back.
My car.
My rules on Roland. Monty and Amelia, wary of what
the rules might be, cut to Monty in the driver's seat,
Roland and Amelia as passengers. Floyd squat's down by the
driver's window.
Now watch her. In third, she gets a little ornery.
I'm still working on it, but don't worry. She won't
bite and keep that clutch tight. Trust me, you don't
want her to get out from under you.
Monty does his best to keep calm, staring ahead with
his eyes closed.
Hey, snap out of it. Are you paying attention? This
is no joke. Driving is no joke, so focus here.
Roland hides his amusement, catching Monty's attention.
Don't look at me. You should be paying attention.
Monty turns back to Floyd.
When she starts to loosen up and shove her back.
In second.
She's a cranky.
Old bitch, but she'll burn like.
A rocket once she warms up to you.
Is that in that? About does it? She cuts on
a dive, so be wary on corners. She likes some
sharp Yeah. I think I can take it from here.
Glad I can help. And remember, driving is no joke.
You're a quick study, Daniel Son.
Don't go drive her off a cliff.
Roland and Monty laugh is stering Key's turning in the
ignition car engine rumbles, tires, burning Volkswagen Rabbit logo peels
away exterior cliff day, a white car drives off a
high cliff and crashes down below. A crowd cheers and
claps for the car launcher. Man, Newman and moul Ray
stand next to the bum hostage at the police station. Earlier,
bum throws his ticket down.
God damn it, another thirty down the drain.
The three walked through the crowd.
My partner tells me, you've known Roland for some time.
I mean we didn't swap diapers in Sunday school or
anything like that, but yeah, I know Roland as well
as anyone could. Some of a bitch still owes me money.
Tell her what you told me about a job he
was considering. He said he was given a proposition he
couldn't refuse.
Too tempting to pass up, exactly, or too good to
be true?
Probably right again.
Did he mention any names.
The only thing he ever said was baby squirrel could
be code for something.
Newman is amazed by Mulray's stupidity.
You think I was considering looking him up in the
phone book.
Mul Race SeNSS her sarcasm.
He did mention he was desperate to get his partner involved.
I had heard a lot of rumors about him, but
never actually met the man. Something with an M monty
damn right again?
Any ideas where we might find Roland.
It's a sign.
That's what we were thinking, the odds of our past crossing.
It's no, no, that's the name of his friend's boat.
It's a sign if I had to guess, that's where
he'll be.
A loud buzzer goes off.
I like your odds, quick heads or tails tails?
Interior yacht kitchen, late afternoon, drunk France, while pushes a
small matchbox car as it rolls off the table, a
symbolic metaphor for his life friends, while bounces a quarter
into a glass. All the guests around erupt in a cheer.
A hand with a leather leash wrapped around it reaches
over hold on.
What's like, let's do the cheer.
He bounces it into the thing, and it's like.
Points friends, while bounces a quarter into a glass. All
the guests around erupt in a cheer. A hand with
a leather leash wrapped around reaches over held the winning glass.
Killian shoots the whiskey back Killian pours two more glasses
and slides one toward Francois.
They toast you look like shit with your story similar
to yours, I'd say was.
A man without a story.
Looks to me he is even worse. This has to
be explained.
Can he even see?
Francois waves his hand at the falcon brute.
I'm his guide, and it all comes down to trust.
Where's Roland? Money said he'd be here a little trip.
Interesting he takes time off while business is booming.
That's putting it mildly. What it is is a clusterfuck.
Do tell?
Francois leans in closer.
A fucking lunatic. He's trying to steal his own father's earn.
You don't say, a real fruit loop, A total nut job.
Probably wasn't loved by his mom, that sort of thing.
Mm hmm, so bathetic.
Chillian's grip tightens around the leather leash.
Ann huh, yep, that's why I'm here to keep an
eye on it until he returns.
It's here, yes, yes, on the boat right now.
Francois points up to the ceiling right above us. Francois
takes a swig, then looks over noticing Killian and the
falcon brute are gone, he looks around for him.
Is that as rude?
Interior Yacht Hallway continuous. Tyler knocks on a door. He
hears laughing and giggling on the other side. Frustrated, he
knocks louder. Why it opens the door, wearing a hockey
helmet with a sticker that reads the cherry pickers on
its side. Naked folks celebrate in the background.
You right, look, we have a serious problem.
Why it comes out of the room, closes the door behind.
Define serious, Wyatt. Look around.
This place is a fucking circus.
It's good to see some life up in here. I'm
feeling to see the problem.
We have to get these people out of here.
Like now, we're only complicating the situation.
We're here to help.
You're right, even the naked ones.
Everyone, okay, I'll meet you downstairs in five minutes.
Five minutes, that's what I said.
I'm a man of my word.
See you in ten minutes.
Why it closes the door in Diler's face. Interior Yacht
Bedroom number one, continuous. Killian searches the room with falcon
brutes standing by his side. He tosses clothes out of
the closet wildly. He removes and empties all the doors
one and one. He opens the last door. There waits
the urn. Interior not hallway continuous, Why It proudly exits
his room with his hockey helmet on, sounds of Killian's
sinister laughter, Why It freezes. Interior Yacht Bedroom number one continuous.
Killian laughs hysterically as he gives the urn a gentle kiss.
Wyatt jumps on Killian's back. He grabs him in a
choke hold. Killian drops the urn. Falcon Brute stands motionless.
Killian lunges back slashly, Whyatt into the wall. Killian struggles
to reach the falcon. Bruce's leap with Whyat's still around
his neck, bullops to me. Killian pulls out a knife
and swings over his shoulder, deflecting off Wyatt's helmet twice.
The third attempt gets stuck in the face grill, a
hair away from Wyatt's eyes. Unable to retrieve his knife,
Killian lunges forward, reaching the leather leash. Interior Yacht living
Room continuous slow mode. Wyatt runs through the party, terrified
urn in hand, maskless, the falcon brute emerges in pursuit.
Tyler's surprised to see why it's coming.
He's early.
Wyatt shoves the urn in Tyler's arms as he runs by. Confused,
Tyler looks up and sees the Falcon brute charging like
a bulldozer. From the crowd makes off after Wyatt. Interior
yacht living room continuous people run around like chickens trying
to escape Victoria and Francois helps Samantha make her way
out as she screams in labor pains, where is Matte?
Wyatt and Tyler run past them.
Right, that's not good.
Exterior yacht front deck continuous. Falcon brute gains on Wyatt
and Tyler, swinging his massive brass knuckles, knocking people over
like bowling pins. Wyatt turns right and Tyler makes a
hard left. Tyler crawls under a table with the urn
and watches the Falcon brute run by. Relieved. Suddenly, Francois
slides under the table next to Tyler.
What the fuck is going on?
Tyler shoves the urn in Francois's arms.
Don't fuck it up.
Tyler takes off instantly. Francois gets pulled out with the
urn from under the table like a rag doll. Bottom
stands over. Francois grabs the urn and hands it over
to Killean. Francois passes his rat's nest. It's not actually
what I meant to say, I was support from that,
France While presses his thumbs and bottoms eyes as they
both fall overboard. Killian moves through the crowd and the
guests jump overboard to escape them back this exterior yacht
back deck continuous. Tyler hurries around a corner and hides
inside the control room. The Falcon Brute runs past, and
Tyler grabs their leather leash, only to be dragged behind
the falcon broof like a dog's sled. Falcon Brute stops
in his tracks. He slowly turns around and sees Tyler
on the ground, mobilized with fear. Falcon Brute approaches Tyler
with a stoic gaze. He lifts him up eye to eye.
A peaceful tranquility comes over Falcon Brute, for he's been
deprived of human connection for so long.
Sunday takes sense, does it.
Falcon Brute brings Tyler in for a hug, A sense
of relief comes over Tyler. Tyler becomes concerned when the
squeezing tightens to a bone crushing ability. A harpoon hits
Falcon Brute in the back, with Tyler still in his grip.
He turns to find Wyat's struggling to load a new harpoon.
Falcon Brute hurls Tyler over the railing and steps toward Wyatt.
When Falcon Brute's head snaps back as he falls and
breaks his neck on the railing, Wyatt hurries to the
railing and finds Tyler holding the leather leashed tight with
his feet planted firmly on the side of the yacht
like a spy.
Be honest, Do I look like Jason Bourne right now?
More like Austin Powers?
Whyatt pulls him back up. Tyler climbs over the railing.
John Wick eh keep practicing.
Interior white Volkswagen Dusk Roland, Monty and Amelia pull up
into a cluster of partygoers running around like chickens with
their heads cut off.
What the hell is this?
They quickly get out of the car. Exterior Marina continuous.
Six forty five PM.
We're gonna be late, Monty spots Samantha being assisted by Victoria,
both soaking wet. As they emerge from the crowd. Monty
hurries to help.
How water broke?
I always imagine less water.
Bang bang bang bang. Monty gets shot in the right hand,
losing part of it. Everyone takes cover behind a car
as Roland ducks down. The Jack in the Box toy
falls out of Chloe's purse and hits the ground in
the distance. Gun pointed Bonham, with his torn sleeve balled
up and stuffed in his eye socket, clears the path
through the crowd for Killian. Amidst all the chaos. Killian
recognizes his childhood toy on the ground. Quick flash Killian
as a young boy, turning the handle of that very
same Jack in the Box. In disbelief, Killian opens the urn.
It's empty. He realizes the ashes are inside his Jack
in the Box toy. His heart sinks as he drops
the urn. Bang bang. Bonhom reloads his revolver. Stretched out
on the ground, Roland extends his hand for the car
keys towards Monty.
I got this, I can feel it.
Monty shakes his head as he clenches his injured hand.
Two hands are better than one unless.
Both a curse.
Monty throws the keys to Roland. Roland swiftly picks up
the jack in the box toy, jumps in the white
Volkswagen Rabbit and locks the doors. Monty attempts to open
the passenger door.
What are you doing?
Open the Dooran's starts the car. Don't do this, Rowland
cut too heavy. Machinery operating at a construction site nearby.
A bolt pops off, sending a large saw blade rolling
off at great speed back to Monty continues to yank
on the door handle.
If it's got handles, I can handle it.
In the distance, Tyler and Wyatt emerge from the crowd,
seeing Roland at the wheel of a car.
You don't have a chance in hell.
Suddenly, the saw blade hits the driver's head, jolting the
car from the impact. Roland sees the saw blade planted
firmly in the door with horror. He notices Tyler's gold
ambulet stuck on the edge of the saw blade. Roland
and Monty look at each other, possibly for the last time.
Roland speeds off like a bat out of hell. Monty
can't believe it. Monty panics, refusing to let his lifelong
friend head off to certain death. Killian sees Roland driving away.
Give me that gun.
Bottom hands is revolver to Chillian, who starts firing at
Roland's car. Monty pulls a partygoer from his car and
tosses him aside like a ragged doll. Get in now Amelia.
Victoria quickly helps Samantha to the back seat as she
moans in labor pay. Killian and Bonham hop in their
car and take off in pursuit of Rolan. As he
wraps his injured hand, Monty spots Wyatt, hail and shell
shocked with Tyler's blood splattered on him.
Wyatt, snap out of it. You're coming with us and
need you to shift the gears.
White jumps in the passenger seat.
Just breathe, Honey, deep breaths in and.
Anty.
Of course, first thing's first?
Should they peel away?
The interior exterior Newman's car continuous. Newman and Mulray waited
a red light.
When we get there, let me do the talking. The
last thing we need to do is lose our momentum.
Mulray takes a big bite of his hamburger and a
sip of his milkshake.
Maybe he'll come to us. Crazier things have babbened.
Rowland's white wolfs, sorry, it's too funny. Roland's white Volkswagon
rabbit swerves around the corner wild like an amateur driver.
Newman recognizes Rowland. Killian's car swings around the pursuit while
Killian leans out, fire the shots at. Monty's stolen car
swings around the corner, but loses control, stopping inches away
from Newman's car.
That was close. Everything is under control. She's just having
a baby.
Burst gear wyat Whyatt snaps out of it and jerks
the gearsticking first off they go. Newman takes off after Monty.
We've got shots fired, repeat shots fired.
We are in pursuit of what looks to.
Be an eighties white rabbits.
It's an a I repeat.
Eighties white rabbit heading east on Ventura.
Run rabbit run copy.
That hunt is on interior, White Volkswagon rabbits continuous. Rowland
sees Killian's car in the rear view mirrors. They gain
on him. Killian fires a shot, shattering Roland's back windshield.
Bottom speeds up to clip Roland's rear panel. Roland barely
manages to maintain control of his car.
Ten and two.
Interior, Monty's car continuous.
I think the baby's cut it.
Why it turns back?
Yoga breath, dam yoga breadth?
Fuck off?
What no, Sam, is only your fault?
Detective's cop life flashing behind them in the distance.
Looks like you got a friend on your trail.
Monty looks in the rear view mirror and takes his
foot off the gas. Why are you slowing down the
detective's approach. Monty hits the brakes hard Interior. Newman's car continues. Unprepared,
Newman jerks the wheel to avoid the collision. They slingshot
past Monty and lose control. Slow mo Newman and Molray
holding on tight as the car spins. Newman shows concerns
while Moulray is worried about the floating milkshake in the air.
End of slow mo, Newman's car comes to an abrupt stop.
Moulray realizes he managed to avoid any of the spill.
He turns to Newman. She's covered in Molray's milkshake, and
her death stare cuts right through him. Exterior highway. Moments later,
Roland Killian and Monty all haul ass toward a group
of motor homes driving in a single file like duck Lan's.
Not far behind them is the entire police force catching
up with them. Roland's car flies past the motor homes,
with Killian's car close behind. Interior Monty's car continuous. Whyatt
sees the cops approaching, h looks.
Like you're gonna have to shed support.
Fat Monty thinks fast to create a diversion. He comes
dangerously close to the lead motor home with the old
Lady's car hitched behind. Interior exterior lead motor home continuous, Terrified.
The old lady driving Martha gets startled and jerks the wheel.
Jesus Howard Christ, hold.
On, hold on to your seat, Carl, an.
Old man in the toilet reacts to her erratic driving.
God damn it, Martha, who's so close?
Like a like a chain reaction. All the motor homes
behind lose control,
creating a barricade, forcing the cops to stop. Interior Monty's
car continuous. Monty marvels at Roland's new driving skills.
Terrible things. My ass curse is broken.
In front of him. Roland scrapes the railguard, knocking the
side mirror off interior white Volkswagen Rabbit can tinuous. Rowland
regains control, noticing the missing.
Mirror, Did I need that?
Interior Killian's car. Shortly after, Bonham sees Monty's car closing
in behind them. Hole time Monty smashes against them. As
they race side by side. Killian leans out of his
window and points the gun over the roof to fire
at Monty. Monty swerves and the bullets hit the headlight
interior Monty's car. Continuous Wyatt leans out the window and
aims his gun at Killian's car with his eyes closed,
anticipating the recoil do it, Wyatt fires are shot, exploding
Killian's front tire. Killian's car swings hard out of control
towards Monty. At the last second, Killian's car rolls and
flips in the air, scraping the roof of Mandy's car
as it passes over. Monty and Wyatt lock eyes with
Killian and bottom through the sun roof. As we hear
the sound of a baby crying. Monty turns around and
sees Samantha holding a new hoorn wrapped in a sweater
interior white Folkswagen Rabbit continuous. Rowland looks at the commotion behind.
He turns his eyes back to the rope just in
time to avoid hitting a parked car. He clips the corner,
sending him in the He violently lands back on all
four tires in a daze. Roland looks for the Jack
in the Box toy as Monty's car abruptly pulls up
next to him.
Get in, you crazy son of a Bitness.
White opens his door as Rollin stammers inside. Toy in
hand exterior Monty's car continues. Everyone is silent as they drive.
Monty extends his wounded hand to squeeze them and his
hand tight. Moments later, they drive down the long driveway
to the Cherry House right on time, park in the
back exterior interior Cherry's House continuous. Dorian opens the door
as Monty and Roland approach, looking like shit with a
Jack in the Box toy.
Putting it close.
Traffic was a bitch.
She leaves them inside.
All the way down last door and you're right.
Dorian watches Roland and Monty with a sense of resolution
as they head down the hallway behind Dorian out of nowhere.
Killian pulls her head back and slices her throat. Swiftly,
he drops her body, while keeping his attention on Monty
and Roland. He hangs the car keys up on the hook.
Interior cherry study continuous. Roland and Monty enter, finding Jamison
preparing a cigar.
As you can imagine, this situation has grown to be
quite sensitive.
It certainly has.
We're sorry for your loss.
Roland extends the toy to Jamison.
Just set it on my desk.
Roland obeys.
What gives a man the nerve to cross the ropes
of morality and take something only he feels belongs to him?
I guess that depends on what he's taking.
Jamison shakes his head in disagreement.
It doesn't matter what he's taking.
Entitlement, a false sense of it will encourage a man
to abandon all reason and sabotage whatever good might be
left in him.
Jamison picks up a picture of Jamison and killy And
as young boys with their parents. The boys look happy
and close. Fiona, their mother, forces a smile.
This was taken a couple of days before she passed.
My parents wanted nothing more than to have children. They
shared the kind of love you only find in books.
They tried for years to get pregnant.
He sets the picture down.
From the moment they received news that they were having twins.
They were consumed with joy, with great anticipation.
They waited. But with all things planned, so come the unplanned.
Roland and Monty listened intently.
Our mother nearly passed away due to complications during the delivery.
She was never the same. A terrible depression eventually dismantled
her ability to love herself, and in time self compassion
became lost to her. The burden of our luck to
be born would only prove to be our loss. My
father always said, never consider a man lucky until he
reaches his journey's end. Do you still consider yourself lucky?
Roland? Time will tell. What is it? You want? An understanding,
more of a promise? Really, we want our names cleared.
You return something to me that I can't replace. My
father deserves to be respected in his death, so that
his soul may finally rest. Are we free of any harm?
Now that this is all over, I have no quarrel
with you. You have my word. No harm shall befall any
of you.
Jamison extends his hand as Roland shakes it. I do want,
I promise it is. Jamison turns to Monty.
Your dad has been absolved.
Roland discovers after years that Monty's gambling dead he took
on was with the Cherry family.
You're your life to Roland. That can never be repaid.
That kind of bond is rare, as the Pope's piss.
Monty now realizes that Roland is the one that paid
his debt. Roland and Monty leif. Trusting Jamison's promise, Jamison
approaches the jack in the box. The moment is heavy.
He turns the handle slowly as he listens to the
familiar chime. He stops, realizing he's not ready to see
his father's remains. Jamison picks up the toy and we
will follow him through the house. As he makes his
way towards exterior interior, Cherry's barn continuous. Jamison closes the
barn door behind him, and just as he turns around,
he sees Killian face to face. Jamison winces. He looks
down to find Killian's knife in his gut.
We're brothers, oh pren.
Then for some time, Jamison's head SAgs gently against Killian's shoulder.
Killian lowers jamieson to the ground.
And Dad loves you most because you reminded him of her.
Killian stares in Jamison's eyes as he stops breathing. He
pulls the knife out. He stands up, knife in hand,
his eyes fill with tears. Killian steps back. His foot
lands onto the Jack in the Box toy, and just
like Achille's heel, having survived so much, he slips and falls,
landing on his own knife, penetrating through his chest. Killian
struggles to breathe as he reaches for the handle of
the Jack in the b He manages to slightly touch it,
ejecting the ashes and a rabbit puppet dissolved. To Killian
in the same position, stretched down on the bathroom floor
where he lost his mother all those years ago, he
takes his last breath. Interior hospital room morning, the open
eyes of a newborn held by Monty, who sunk in
in a chair, fast asleep, as Amelia interacts with a baby.
Samantha is resting in the hospital bed. Roland is looking
through a magazine for baby cribs. Tyler's gold amulet is
hanging around his neck. A doctor inspects Francois nose. Francois
slaps the doctor's hands away. Victoria laughs at his expense.
Wyat storms in. Roland and Monty sprang up. Roland tosses
the magazine as Monty hands his baby to Samantha, giving
them a kiss each. They both volt for the door.
Buckle up.
Cops run by the in pursuit exterior hospital continuous, Rowland
and Monty hurry out the door. They run past the
bum from the police station. Roland quickly slaps thirty dollars
into the bum's hands. About fucking time, the cops emerge
from the hospital, freeze on Roland and Monty. Roland has
a big grin, kissing Tyler's gold amulet. Monty looks terrified.
Interior Floyd's car street parking continuous. Floyd eagerly grips the
steering wheel, focused like a hawk. His fancy AI robots
in the passenger seat. Floyd sees Roland, Monty, and Amelia
hurrying around the corner.
Quick put your seatboat on their coming.
The AI robot doesn't move, fine, I'll do it.
He quickly fastens its seatbelt.
Now these guys are real pros. So do not embarrass
me based on my evaluation.
You don't need any assistance in that department.
Nice, real, nice, No, I didn't program you to be
a smart ass.
You didn't program me.
I guess that's what I get for turning you on, boy,
Miss the Old Days.
Cut to car doors, slamming, tires peeling out with a
thick cloud of smoke, dissipating revealing a black cat hissing,
fade to black super in short lux, always to blame
the end.
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