EXT. BACK ALLEY - DAY
DAVID is limping while holding his left shoulder. He has a duffle bag. He catches his breath and removes his hand from his shoulder. Blood dribbles out of an open bullet wound.
He freezes, staring at the blood for a moment, before reaching into his pocket with his free hand. He dials a number.
Right before he is about to speak...
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TITLE CARD
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EXT. ROAD - DAY
An older BMW drives through the streets at a regular pace.
INT. BMW - DAY
The two passengers of the vehicle are PETER and JOHN. John is the driver, Peter is in the passenger seat.
The passenger-side window is unwound, where a flurry of papers fly out. Half-heartedly an arm reaches out to grab them.
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 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.
Peter flashes a lazy grin and lazily reclines in his seat.
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 - DAY
DAVID walks warily, opening up a 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 are a few loose rounds, a set of car keys, 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 - DAY
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.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE ROOM - CONTINUOUS
DAVID sits on the bed, trimming excess gauze off of his now bandaged shoulder.
David stares at his phone on the nightstand. He sighs deeply, before he leans over and grabs the phone. He dials a number, it goes to voicemail. He hangs up, closes his eyes, and sighs.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Shot of the drawer opening up again. David reaches for the car keys, his hand brushing over the bible. He freezes momentarily, before grabbing the keys. Camera follows David as he leaves the room.
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EXT. SAFEHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Shot of David starting up a car.
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INT. DAVID'S CAR - NIGHT
David's hand reaches over to the glovebox, opening it. The glovebox light highlights a handgun.
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EXT. SUPERMARKET/STORE - NIGHT
JOHN and PETER are walking in the parking lot of a supermarket. They pause to stand outside the entrance.
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 squints to see the nametag on the employee's uniform. He takes a deep breath.
John pauses awkwardly, a flash appears on his face for a moment as he fumbles through his jacket's pocket, pulling out the photograph.
ANDREW squints, leaning closer to look at the photo.
John stares sagely at him for a moment.
Andrew shrugs.
INT. SUPERMARKET/STORE AISLE - NIGHT
PETER pushes a cart down the aisle. He stands on it and pushes it with one foot like a skateboard. He stops suddenly.
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 slowly pushes the cart forward, pretending to browse.
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 pushes forwards down the aisle David should be in. Nothing. The shelves are empty, no sign of movement. PETER inhales sharply.
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 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.
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INT. DAVID'S CAR - NIGHT
DAVID drives his car. His hand is shaking but his face remains still, cool, and collected. David lets out a sharp breath and slams his hand on the dashboard.
David pinches the bridge of his nose, regaining his composure.
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EXT. SUPERMARKET PARKING LOT - NIGHT
JOHN and PETER's BMW is parked under a streetlight.
INT. BMW - NIGHT
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 opens his mouth to say something, but Peter cuts him off.
Peter holds up the key, tracing his fingers over the ridges.
Closeup on the key.
John exchanges a knowing look with Peter. Without exchanging a word he starts the car and shifts into reverse to back up.
Tense silence fills the air for a moment. Peter has a wild, almost manic look in his eyes.
John looks behind him as he backs out of the parking spot. He lets out a deep sigh.
Peter stares at him blankly for a moment, before bursting out into laughter.
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EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
JOHN's BMW crawls slowly down the road outside of the neighborhood where David is staying.
INT. BMW - NIGHT
JOHN and PETER are in the BMW. The car approaches the entrance to the neighborhood and stops to turn. John switches the headlights off.
Peter opens his mouth to say something, pauses, and then closes it. John rolls his eyes and the car rolls into the neighborhood.
John stares at him blankly.
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
Multiple shots of the BMW awkwardly rolling past the same house again, driving in circles in the neighborhood.
INT. BMW - NIGHT
John pulls the car forwards.
John grips the steering wheel tightly and slams his face into the middle, honking the horn. There is a beat of uncomfortable silence before Peter opens his mouth. John cuts him off before he can get the first word in.
Peter raises his hands and gets out of the car.
John stares at Peter blankly.
Peter opens his mouth to protest but is cut off by the BMW starting up again and driving out.
EXT. SAFEHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
PETER stands outside of David's safehouse. He stares, turning towards the wall/fence leading into the backyard, before turning towards the front door again. Finally, he lifts up his shirt and pulls his Desert Eagle out from his waistband. He kisses the top of the barrel for good luck, before walking onto the property towards the front door.
Peter fumbles for the key in his pocket.
The front door clicks.
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Outside shot of Peter walking into the safehouse.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE - ENTRYWAY - NIGHT
Low angle shot. The door creeps open slowly, the camera is focused on the tape. It breaks. PETER slips inside, gun raised, he moves with unusual grace for his large frame.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
PETER sweeps the room with the barrel of his Desert Eagle. He pauses for a moment to listen, silence. He moves forward carefully, each step deliberate and slow. He reaches the bedroom door, it's slightly ajar. He takes a slow, deep inhale, before rushing into the room gun-ready and dropping on one knee.
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INT. BMW - CONTINUOUS
JOHN anxiously taps on the steering wheel.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE ROOM - CONTINUOUS
PETER turns the light in the room on. Camera is in duffle bag. Peter drags it out from underneath the bed and unzips it. He grins.
A car engine is heard faintly outside.
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EXT. SAFEHOUSE - NIGHT
DAVID's car pulls up in front of the safehouse. He sits in the car, staring at the light in the house. He slowly opens the glovebox and takes out the Glock. He chambers a round before carefully going out.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
PETER has the bag slung over his back. He double-checks his gun, and lowers it, but not completely. He hears the car engine, but doesn't question it, thinking it's John.
Camera follows Peter as he casually strides back to the front door and looks through the peephole. No one is there. He raises his Desert Eagle. Camera changes to be in front of Peter, showing DAVID sliding through the backyard pet door. As David stands, a floorboard creaks and Peter spins around. They both draw their guns at each other at the same time.
Peter slowly smirks.
David stares coldly at him.
Silence fills the air for a moment as both David and Peter stare at each other.
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CLOSE UP OF PETER'S FACE
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CLOSE UP OF DAVID'S FACE
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WIDE SHOT OF THEM BOTH
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INT. BMW - CONTINUOUS
A gunshot rings out. John races back to the house, passing David's car leaving the neighborhood as he pulls in to the neighborhood.
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EXT. SAFEHOUSE - NIGHT
John gets out of his car, slamming the car door in a hurry as he runs into the safehouse.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Low angle shot of JOHN opening the door in the background. The foreground is occupied by the side profile of PETER's body.
John sees Peter's body. An unreadable expression is on his face.
He crouches down, closing Peter's eyes, and grabs Peter's Desert Eagle, checking it, before putting it in his jacket.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
John stands up, looking at the blood trail on the floor, and looking back at Peter's body. He follows the blood trail with his eyes. It leads into the bedroom.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
John walks down the hallway, noticing the bedroom door is ajar. He readies his Beretta M9, and pushes the door open slowly with his foot.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The room is empty. John stands in the doorway for a long moment, taking it in. Nothing. He lets out a long, slow inhale, before sitting on the bed.
John notices the nightstand is open. He looks inside, it is empty except for a Bible. He stares at it, before taking it, and leaving Peter's gun in its place.
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EXT. SAFEHOUSE - NIGHT
John walks out the front door. He pauses, looking up and down the empty street. The neighborhood is still. He looks back at the house for a beat. He leaves the door open behind him, chucking his Beretta in the trash bin on the way out.
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INT. BMW - CONTINUOUS
John gets in. He sits for a moment before starting the engine. He opens the glovebox. He puts the Bible in there.
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EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS
The BMW disappears into the dark.
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EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
DAVID is driving. His shirt is stained with blood. The duffle bag is on the passenger seat. His eyes are barely opened and he has one hand on the wheel. The ring tone from his phone goes off. He passes street light after street light, seemingly slowing down and glowing brighter with each one he passes. The ring tone grows louder as he passes each one.
MOVIE END