(Annoyed)
Dude!
PETER
(Nonchalant)
What?
JOHN
Why the hell did you do that?
PETER
Do what?
John breathes sharply, taking a moment to collect himself.
Peter leans back in his seat and outstretches his arm, lazily waving it through the open window.
PETER (CONT'D)
Y'know, you should really fix the air in this thing
JOHN
I just can't with you sometimes.
PETER
Nah, you just take things too seriously man. I mean, look, we still got the picture!
Peter waves the picture haphazardly in front of John's face.
John pinches his nose bridge out of frustration
Peter puts the picture in the glovebox
JOHN
Jesus christ.
PETER
Chill out man, half a decade doing this. Plus, it's just one guy. No way this goes worse than the El Paso job.
JOHN
(Wearily)
Don't remind me. Who had the bright idea to shoot first again?
Peter flashes a lazy grin and lazily reclines in his seat pulling his hat over his head.
The car zooms off into the distance.
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY
DAVID limps down a sidewalk in a suburban neighborhood trying his best to look inconspicuous. He stops when he gets to a house and checks his phone briefly, before looking under the welcome mat and taking a key. He unlocks the front door and opens it, stepping inside and closing the door.
INT. SAFEHOUSE
DAVID walks warily, opening up bedroom door with a bed. He tosses the duffle bag underneath the bed and collapses on the bed in exhaustion. The camera zooms in on a digital clock on the nightstand time-lapsing until like 6 or 7 pm.
David gets up groggily, the blood on his shoulder has completely soaked through. He opens up the nightstand drawer, inside of are a few loose rounds, blood-soaked money, a lighter, and a bible. He grabs a round and the lighter. Weakly, and nearly collapsing against a wall, he manages to make his way to the bathroom.
INT. SAFEHOUSE BATHROOM
DAVID opens up the medicine cabinet and grabs gauze before sitting down on the toilet. Closeup shot of the shot bullet being opened. Closeup shot of the lighter being flicked open. Cut to outside of the bathroom, a muffled scream is heard.
CUT TO:
INT. SAFEHOUSE ROOM
DAVID sits on the bed, trimming excess gauze off of his now bandaged shoulder.
DAVID
(TO HIMSELF)
That should hold, at least for now.
David stares at his phone on the nightstand.
DAVID (CONT'D)
It's either shake 'em off, or wait until Tuesday.
David sighs deeply. He opens the nightstand drawer again and grabs the cash.
DAVID (CONT'D)
Might as well make myself at home if I'm gonna be stuck in this dump for a week.
David grabs the flip phone and dials a number.
DAVID (INTO THE PHONE) (CONT'D)
You still owe me one from Nogales. I need a heater and a ride. Pay up.
David hangs up.
CUT TO:
EXT. SAFEHOUSE - NIGHT
A car pulls up outside of the safehouse, low and slow. DIEGO rolls down the window on the the driver side's and sparks up a cigarette, letting it droop from his mouth. David walks out the front door.
DAVID
You took your sweet time.
DIEGO
And you look like hell threw up on you.
David cracks the barest glimmer of a smile.
DAVID
Touche.
David tosses the wad of bloodied cash, Diego catches it.
DAVID (CONT'D)
Consider this an upfront payment.
DIEGO
Yeah yeah whatever, just don't bleed out on the leather.
EXT. SUPERMARKET/STORE - NIGHT
JOHN and PETER are walking in the parking lot of a supermarket, they pause to stand outside the entrance.
JOHN
Grab whatever you think we'll need. We'll probably be stuck here for a couple days at least, depends on how tricky this guy is.
PETER
I'll just grab the usual, Monsters and cigarettes. Not that many six-three skeletons with a shot arm around here.
JOHN
Yeah yeah whatever, I'll holler if I need you.
INT. SUPERMARKET/STORE - NIGHT
JOHN and PETER walk into the store. John walks off to the left, Peter continues to go down the aisles. The focus is on John. He taps an employee on the shoulder.
JOHN
You uh,
John squints to see the nametag on the employee's uniform. He takes a deep breath.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Andrew?
John pauses awkwardly, a flash appears on his face for a moment as he fumbles through his jacket/duster's pocket, pulling out the photograph.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Andrew, you see this guy around?
ANDREW squints, leaning closer to look at the photo
ANDREW
Maybe? It's Tucson man, lotta weirdos drift in-and-out here.
John nods, there's a flicker of irritation.
JOHN
Thanks anyways.
Andrew shrugs
INT. SUPERMARKET/STORE AISLE
PETER pushes a cart down the aisle. He stands on it and pushes it with one foot like a skateboard. He stops suddenly.
PETER (TO HIMSELF)
Sweet, Ultra Sunrise is back!
PETER takes two cans and drops them into the cart and glances up. His eyes catch a shape moving past the end of the aisle, a tall hunched man in a baseball cap, hoodie pulled over low. For a beat Peter only watches. The man’s stride is wrong, arm tucked, shoulder tilted.
PETER (UNDER HIS BREATH) (CONT'D)
No shot.
Peter slowly pushes the cart forward, pretending to browse.
PETER (UNDER HIS BREATH) (CONT'D)
C'mon, don't do a disappearing act on me.
DAVID glances over his shoulder. His movements are careful, almost catlike. He rounds the aisle and vanishes. Peter shifts his weight, scanning the aisle David just disappeared into. He steps carefully, eyes narrowing, trying to catch a glimpse.
PETER (WHISPERING) (CONT'D)
Where the hell did he go?
Peter pushes forwards down the aisle David should be in. Nothing. The shelves are empty, no sign of movement. PETER inhales sharply.
PETER (TO HIMSELF) (CONT'D)
Okay, think.
Peter casually spins his cart around, pretending to check items on the opposite shelves. He glances down another aisle, the way David came from but it's empty.
PETER (FRUSTRATED) (CONT'D)
Christ, he's slick.
Peter pushes his cart towards the checkout, before it hits something on the ground. A key. Curious, Peter picks it up before something clicks in his head. He grins.
PETER (CONT'D)
Never mind.
CUT TO:
INT. DIEGO'S CAR - NIGHT
DAVID and DIEGO are in Diego's car. David's hand is shaking but his face remains still, cool, and collected. David lets out a sharp breath.
DIEGO
Wanna tell me who you pissed off this time?
DAVID
Two out-of-towners. One's jumpy and the other's an idiot savant with a special interest in shooting people.
Diego pinches the bridge of his nose
DIEGO
Cartel? Again?
DAVID
(Sighing)
No, thank god.
David pauses for a moment
DAVID (CONT'D)
(Deadpan)
Just homegrown hitmen, God bless this beautiful country.
CUT TO:
EXT. SUPERMARKET PARKING LOT - NIGHT
JOHN and PETER's BMW is parked under a streetlight.
INT. BMW INTERIOR
Peter fidgets with the key in his hand. John is about to start the car up. Peter takes a sip of an energy drink.
JOHN
What's up?
PETER
Houdini and I played a little game of hide-and-seek.
John opens his mouth to say something, but Peter cuts him off.
PETER (CONT'D)
Before you ask, he won. But he left me a little participation prize.
Peter holds up the key, tracing his fingers over the ridges.
PETER (CONT'D)
INSERT HOUSE NUMBER THAT PETER READS OFF HERE
Closeup on the key.
JOHN
Well what do you know.
John smirks as he looks at the key, exchanging a knowing look with Peter. Without exchanging a word John starts the car and shifts into reverse to back up.
PETER
You think he'll be there? At the house? I hope so.
Silence fills the car for a moment. John looks behind him as he backs out of the parking spot.
JOHN
I guess there's only one way to find out.