Charlie Zone Page #2

Let me out of here,

you pervert.

Listen.

You make me come in there,

you go back to sleep, you got it?

Now put the f***ing clothes on.

(Bangs)

Got a thing for grannies?

Great.

You got to look respectable.

Humph.

I'd be a little more worried

about yourself if I were you,

'cause you just bought

yourself a nightmare.

I'm only the beginning.

(Fence clangs)

Police dispatcher: 10-23 Charlie Zone,

report shots fired.

- Report shots fired.

- (police officer speaking on radio)

Dispatcher:
223,

are you 10-8? Brava?

Do you copy?

Donny:

Word is out.

Everyone we know

is looking for them.

- What else?

- That Ontario plate is bullshit.

All we can do is wait.

He's working for someone local,

only so many places to go...

Sprytown, Dartmouth, Preston.

Yeah.

Boys fixed your tires.

Come on.

Hey, someone sees the car,

they're gonna call us.

So I wait by the phone

like a f***ing high school boy?

Come on, lock up.

You're gonna drive blind?

I mean, there's a f***ing business...

You tell me about

my f***ing business?

This is business too.

Let's hit the f***ing road, huh?

Dispatcher:
10-17 in Highveld Park,

report man injured.

Assailant armed with ax...

Got a real eye for fashion.

Better than looking

at your arms.

Never did get your name.

It doesn't matter.

Didn't by chance bring anything

to take the edge off, did you?

Huh?

"Kicker," man.

"Ox"?

- Need a hit.

- Nope.

F***, this keeps getting

better and better.

You shouldn't smoke.

I thought all you Indians had a case

of illegal smokes in the trunk.

You know what I've got

in my trunk?

- What?

- Bodies.

Come on, man,

you must have something.

Morph, dillies?

- Don't use.

- I saw you shoot up.

- Oh, you saw me, did you?

- Yeah.

Hey, "Chief Red Bull,"

think about how I'm gonna

use the bathroom?

When you're done with the water...

the bottle will be empty.

That's filthy.

Well, I'm sure you've done

way worse.

So if you're not planning

to rape me,

what are we doing here?

- Can you tell me that?

- Nope.

Why not just let me go?

You can still save yourself.

For that girl you left.

Huh?

That nice leather coat says you

once had money,

but those boots and that shitty car...

which is likely why you're doing this.

You talk white

and walk like a convict.

She didn't wait, huh?

Hmm.

Save it.

By tonight you'll be

someone else's problem.

Whose problem?

I don't know names.

Look, if you're from Montreal,

I can explain everything, okay?

But they're gonna

take me with them, and...

- I can't leave the city.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Something I got to do.

Something big.

And...

just... I'm not...

I'm not ready yet.

Almost, but...

You know what I mean?

Donny:
Yeah, she s about 58

she's pretty, brunette.

All right, let me know

if you see her.

(Phone beeps)

Any girl,

they could have taken.

Who are my enemies?

Tell me.

You ever wonder

if the enemy is hers?

The word just came back

about a custy in Montreal

who burned a bike gang

for 12 Gs and skipped town.

- So?

- So...

some biker's been seen around,

not local patch.

F*** Montreal.

Think they can take over

the city, f*** 'em.

- I'm just saying.

- What are you saying?

Look, what I'm saying

is I think we should know

who we're dealing with.

(Police scanner playing)

I know I love her.

(Softly)

F***in' kidding me.

I said one hour.

It's been almost three.

Sister:

We're trying.

Look, we don't even have

enough money for her rehabilitation.

"Red Bull"! Yo!

Listen, I let her go,

you guys are out 10 Gs.

- No more bullshit, okay?

- Jan:
Hey!

- Hey, who are you talking to?

- (dial tone hums)

- (phone clicks)

- Hey!

What the f***

is your problem?

- Do you know what time it is?

- Yeah.

It's time to tape your mouth.

Try it.

But I bite, you know.

There's all those diseases

a girl like me might have...

hep C, AIDS, rabies.

(snarls)

I'll cut you a break

if you do something for me.

- You'll cut me a break?

- Mm-hmm.

By the way the light falls,

it's got to be past 4:00.

- Right?

"$0?

So at 4:
00 they draw the weekly

jackpot for Lotto Fever.

Got to give me the numbers.

How the f*** am I

supposed to do that?

Text 4587 on your cell.

If I do this, you keep

your voice down...

way down, you got it?

Maybe.

(Rattling)

Oh, f***, is that

what I think it is...?

And... you put the clothes on.

Deal. Deal.

(Phone beeping)

- Six, nine...

- Mm-hmm.

- 12...

- Hold on, you're going too fast.

- Six...

- Uh-huh.

Nine, 12, 29.

Yes! Motherf***er,

in your face!

Don't tell me you won.

Yeah! 20 bucks.

- F***in' waste of time.

- Not this one.

I win way more than I lose.

Here... give me the chalk.

What for?

Come on, it's chalk.

Very nonlethal.

Might make you money

someday.

Thanks.

Okay.

So, you see, you got a set

of "N" elements,

and then you have your subset

of favorable elements

where small "N" is less than

or equal to big "N," okay?

So probability is equation

between total cases

and favorable cases.

You with me?

Junkie that's good in math.

Your parents must be proud.

I don't have any parents.

Hey!

What?

I can even pay you

to let me go.

Oh, yeah.

With your lottery winnings?

Yeah.

There's more.

Got bank accounts.

I've been saving for years.

And stealing, right?

Maybe.

(Phone rings)

- Yeah.

- Sister:
All right, we're ready.

Avery:

$50,000. You got it all?

Yes. We're not wealthy people.

We had to negotiate a loan.

- It was not easy.

- Well, get used to it.

She says she doesn't

have any parents.

Jan is adopted. It doesn't mean

she's loved any less.

Whatever.

Where are we gonna do this?

All right.

We have to be very careful.

Drive north to Fall River.

There's a gas station

at the highway ramp.

Call us when you get there,

we'll arrange the rest.

- The sooner the better.

- Jan:
Let me talk to them.

All right. Let's go.

- We're leaving.

- (slams)

Back to Montreal, huh?

Listen...

I open this door...

if you don't f*** around,

I'll give you the stuff, okay?

You don't know what they'll

make me do to pay them off.

You turn around.

(Yells)

Turn around!

Stick out your hands.

(Ripping)

You actually trust them?

You better watch yourself,

Red Bull.

You know what?

Shut your f***ing mouth.

- I've heard enough of you.

- (plank rattles)

(knocking)

Not a f***ing sound

out of you, you got it?

(Knocking)

(loudly)

Yeah?

Excuse me, we have

some oil and glass out here.

It has to get cleaned up.

(Loudly)

Okay, will do.

(Whispers)

Not a f***ing sound.

(Keys jingle)

(whistling)

You don't know, but you're

f***ing everything up. I had a plan.

Oh, yeah, to do what?

Get clean.

Get out.

I've seen you

on a hundred corners.

Everyone tries,

but almost nobody makes it.

And for somebody who knows the odds,

you can probably guess...

neither will you.

Not everything is simple.

Except for Indians, right?

And stop calling me

"Chief Red Bull. "

You're no one...

just like me.

(Slams)

(rattles)

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