Love on the Run

This cracks them up and they take a few seconds to get under control.

MATTHEW:

Ten bucks says he's faking that shit.

ZOEY:

Twenty says she's the one who caused the

heart attack.

MATTHEW:

Well, she is a cruel task master. Do you

think they still have sex? Maybe he's just

verbally swatting her away. You know, like:

'I'm a man, not a machine, woman.'

ZOEY shakes her head in disbelief. She stifles a laugh.

ZOEY:

You're terrible.

They walk for a beat in silence.

MATTHEW:

This place is filthy. How can you stand it?

ZOEY:

You have a filthy mind and I tolerate you.

MATTHEW:

Wow. Game, set, match.

ZOEY doesn't respond. She's lost amidst the trinkets and hand-me-downs.

CUT TO:

INT. FLEA MARKET BACK AISLE - DAY

They turn the corner to the back aisle and ZOEY spots the backpacks and flashlights and batteries. She picks up two packs, two flashlights, and several battery packages. She puts the flashlights and batteries inside of one of the backpacks and places everything in MATTHEW'S hands.

ZOEY:

Hold this. I want to look for a few more

things while we're here.

She turns to go down another aisle. When he doesn't follow her, she comes back around the corner.

ZOEY:

What's up?

MATTHEW:

There's something I have to tell you. It's

really personal. I can trust you, right?

ZOEY'S face lights up and she lays into him, laughing.

ZOEY:

Oh, my God, you're gay. If you are, that's

totally cool. I mean, you come off as a

little metro anyway. I'm kidding! Spill the

beans.

MATTHEW:

If by gay, you mean happy, then yes. No, it's

about the hard drive tower we brought with us.

ZOEY:

With all the government documents on it? It

had to come with us, right? Some big conspiracy,

I get it. I get it.

MATTHEW places the packs on a nearby shelf and leans on it.

MATTHEW:

Not exactly. See, I was downloading porn off

the net while I was at work. Illegally. And

that's why they're chasing me-us-because I

fucked up. Now, I could go to jail. I mean,

they're really coming after us. Because I

love porn. I had to take the tower because

the files and e-mail links are on it and it

could be used against me in court. I'm so

sorry I dragged you into this. What? Why are

you laughing at me?

ZOEY:

You're such a goober. Do you really think

they care if you watch porn? Like, they're

going to put you away for that? You're a trip.

He takes a few steps toward her.

MATTHEW:

Well, they are chasing us.

ZOEY:

Yes, they certainly are.

MATTHEW:

They do want something that we have.

He takes another step. She smiles at him.

ZOEY:

Might as well be an outdated hard drive

tower. We have nothing else of value.

He stops moving mere inches from her.

MATTHEW:

I beg to differ.

He plants a kiss on her and she pulls away and smacks him.

ZOEY:

Don't be lame, Matthew.

He looks bewildered and hurt.

MATTHEW:

I'm sorry. I thought we were having a

moment here.

ZOEY laughs.

ZOEY:

A moment? That wasn't a moment. You want a

moment? I'll give you a goddamn moment!

She launches herself at him and they kiss passionately. They stumble blindly down the aisle knocking over displays, glass breaking, things falling off the shelves. Other customers scamper away. Some kids stand idly by and gawk before their parents drag them away.

MATTHEW:

Damn, this is hot.

ZOEY:

Less talking, more kissing.

They continue rolling around and making out on the floor

for a few more seconds. MATTHEW pulls away as he sees

several people standing in a circle, glaring at them.

JANELLE:

I think it's time for you to go.

They get to their feet.

MATTHEW:

Yeah. Sorry about that. We got a little

carried away.

ZOEY grabs the backpacks and hands them over to MATTHEW.

JANELLE:

You've got to be kidding me. You know you

owe us for everything you've broken as well,

right, little Miss?

ZOEY reaches into her bra and pulls or a roll of twenty dollar bills. MATTHEW'S mouth drops open. She places the roll into JANELLE'S hand.

ZOEY:

This should cover it.

She grabs MATTHEW'S hand and they leave the aisle. JANELLE thumbs through the roll and whistles.

JANELLE:

Sweet Jesus... Miami Beach, here I come. Harold!

We need a clean-up in the outdoor section!

HAROLD (O.S.)

Go f*ck yourself!

CUT TO:

EXT. FLEA MARKET - EVENING

The sun is going down as they make their way to the car.

MATTHEW:

So are you rich or something?

ZOEY:

No, I just don't have a piggy bank.

MATTHEW:

Nice. Let's find someplace to hide out. It's

gonna be dark soon.

ZOEY:

I think I saw a sign for an aquarium a few

miles back.

MATTHEW:

I guess that beats a parking lot. I think

I saw a sign for a deli around here, too.

They open their car doors.

ZOEY:

I'm tapped out. So it's on you then.

They get into the car.

MATTHEW:

It's only fair. One great kiss deserves

another.

He goes in for a kiss and she playfully pushes his face away.

ZOEY:

Shut up and drive, Romeo. I'm starving.

He starts the car.

CUT TO:

EXT. GROCERY STORE BACK ALLEY - DAY

Two agents are holding the BAG BOY against the wall. He is bruised after having been roughed up and interrogated.

BAG BOY:

Look, I told you what I know, all right? I

don’t even know their names.

FRANCIS:

For the thousandth time, did they or did they

not have a computer hard drive tower with them?

It’s a simple question. Yes or no?

BAG BOY:

I didn’t see any tower, okay? I think they just

bought coffee. Come on, man. Can I go now?

FRANCIS:

Go? Go where? Where do you have to be, Phoenix?

Aren’t we having fun here? Aren’t we your

friends having a laugh together behind the store

on company time?

BAG BOY:

Yeah, you guys are funny, all right. Eat a dick,

fascist.

FRANCIS swings back his hand to hit the BAG BOY.

ROURKE:

That’s enough, Francis. Here, hold this.

ROURKE forcefully puts his Styrofoam cup into FRANCIS’S hand where it crumbles, spilling hot coffee all over him.

ROURKE:

You’re going to tell me what you know, kid.

ROURKE steps in front of the BAG BOY, inches from his face.

BAG BOY:

Sure. Grass is green. The sky is blue.

ROURKE:

And my gun is grey and black.

ROURKE puts his gun against the BAG BOY’S chest right over his heart.

BAG BOY:

What the hell, man? You can’t do that!

ROURKE cocks the gun and presses it back against the BAG BOY’S chest.

ROURKE:

My finger’s getting itchy. Which way did they

go?

BAG BOY:

They went south on seventy-seven. After that

I don’t know. I don’t know, all right? Please

don’t kill me!

ROURKE:

That wasn’t so hard, was it?

ROURKE moves the gun away and the BAG BOY passes out.

FRANCIS:

I’ll let our other units know to change course.

ROURKE walks past him.

ROURKE:

You do that. But first, get me some goddamn

coffee.

CUT TO:

EXT. AQUARIUM - NIGHT

MATTHEW and ZOEY creep along in the hedges along the aquarium. MATTHEW is still carrying the computer monitor but is slouching from the weight. ZOEY is carrying a plastic bag with groceries in it. After turning the back corner of the building they come to a window close to the ground.

MATTHEW:

Jackpot.

ZOEY:

A closed window isn't an open door, my friend.

MATTHEW:

Oh, come on. You of all people should-

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