Collateral Damage Page #10

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GORDY:

I've got money. I'll buy the passfrom you.

ARMSTRONG:

I've worked too hard for it. And

you don't have that kind of money

on you.

GORDY:

I'll be getting some lifeinsurance money -ARMSTRONG

(shaking his head)

It's all cash and carry down here,

Gordy.

The FERRY WHISTLE TOOTS.

ARMSTRONG:

Mompos... You want to have somefun, we'll hook up later. I

always schedule a stopover. To

sample the local wares and such.

(winks)

Life can be what you make it hereon the frontier.

No, thanks.

GORDY:

ARMSTRONG:

Gotta get off the boat anyway.

Mompos is the last stop. From

here into the guerrilla zone youcan only travel by panga... If youchange your mind, I'll be at theTropicale later. It's a gringobar. Just follow the cockroaches.

127 NEW ANGLE 127

They see the beginnings of Mompos. Two 4x4 trucks are

parked on the riverbank. Lean, clean-cut men in jeans,

tight shirts, cowboy boots and sunglasses lean on thetruck and watch the ferry pass.

ARMSTRONG:

Sicarios. Death squads.

those dudes at all costs.

Avoid

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128 SAME SCENE - FEW MOMENTS LATER 128

The ferry pulls up to the dock. The dock street is a

culture clash of shanty bars and Amazon Indian traders,

of big-wheel SUVs and mule carts. There's a definite air

of menace.

ARMSTRONG:

Federales are looking for someone.

Gordy follows Armstrong's look to two plain-clothesfederales, one fat and one thin, standing near the dockwatching the boat pull up.

When Gordy glances back, Armstrong is gone.

129 EXT. MOMPOS FERRY DOCK - DAY 129

Gordy disembarks amid the throng of passengers, when theFAT FEDERALE confronts him.

Senor Pitt?

FAT FEDERALE:

Gordy looks up in surprise at him and the thin federalebacking him up.

FAT FEDERALE:

You'll have to come with us.

GORDY:

Why?

FAT FEDERALE:

Come with us, please.

He clamps a hand on Gordy's arm. Gordy shakes it off andstarts running. Almost immediately, he's tackled to theground by the thin federale. Two more federales join in.

Gordy's not gonna go down easy, though.

Even as only one against four, Gordy's a formidablechallenge. He's strong, and he's committed all the way.

He's not getting kicked out of this country again. It's

not a clean or artful fight. There's no karate. It's

four men trying to tackle a bull, and...

The bull gets away.

130 EXT./INT. MOMPOS - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY

Gordy sprints down streets with the federales in pursuit.

130

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GORDY 131

jukes into a local bar.

132

ANOTHER ANGLE 132

Gordy pounds out the back of the bar into a litteredcourtyard, where he's surrounded by ten-foot walls.

133

FEDERALES 133

blast through the bar.

134

GORDY 134

runs, jumps, launches off a beer keg, and...

135

TOP OF WALL 135

He reaches the top of the wall and pulls himself up.

He's looking out across a block-long run of corrugatedtin roofs. Takes off across the roofs, each stepthundering, as...

136

FEDERALES 136

burst into the courtyard. Two men hastily build a stackof boxes, etc., against the wall.

137

GORDY 137

runs as fast as he can across the rooftops, when...

A section of roof gives way beneath his feet, just as...

138

NEW ANGLE 138

One of the federales finally mounts the wall, looksacross the rooftops... and Gordy's gone.

139

GORDY 139

lands inside a warehouse room amid sacks of rice, beans

and coffee. The building is dark and dusty. He lies

still and listens. FOOTSTEPS approach across the tinroof overhead. Gordy burrows into the bags of rice,

pulls them over him.

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140 FEDERALE 140

on the roof peers down through the hole. Scans the

warehouse room below with a mini-Mag-Lite.

141 GORDY 141

sees the flashlight beam move past. He holds his breath.

Beat. Then the FOOTSTEPS pass on, RECEDE down the roof.

And Gordy can breathe again.

142 EXT. MOMPOS STREET - NIGHT 142

Gordy makes his way along the main drag of the frontier

town. A noisy, neon-lit strip of bars and brothels.

Everyone's packing a gun. A new Dodge City, where deathsquad sicarios cruise past in 4x4's BLARING SALSA.

143 INT. TROPICALE - NIGHT 143

In here, the MUSIC'S LOUD ROCK 'N' ROLL. Gringo musicfor a gringo bar. The place is busy, with plenty oflocal "hostesses" for the men. Even Armstrong, standinghalf-crocked at the bar, is flanked by two scantily-clad

women. He's got a spoon hanging off his nose. So does one

of the girls. Armstrong's trying to hang a spoon on theother.

Gordy slips into the bar. Spots Armstrong through thecrowd. Sees Armstrong's not wearing his cap, when...

The girl with the spoon on her nose turns slightly,

revealing she's wearing the cap. It's on backwards, but

now Gordy can see the "Deerborn" logo clearly.

Gordy wants the guerrilla travel pass inside the cap.

It's a desperate move, but he's got no choice. Starts

toward the girl, when...

Gordy sees the thin federale enter the front door. The

thin federale sees him at the same time. Begins movingin on him.

Gordy moves faster toward the girl. And...

The girl unwittingly does him a favor by taking off thecap and setting it on the bar, where it's easier to grab,

and then turns her attention to Armstrong's antics.

The thin detective fights through the crowd after Gordy.

Gordy's almost to the hat.

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Armstrong's still having trouble with the second girl's

spoon.

ARMSTRONG:

I never met a nose I couldn't hang

a spoon on.

Gordy reaches the bar, snags the cap. Glances back, sees

the thin federale closing in, turns to run out the back,

when...

A strong hand stops him. The hand belongs to the FatFederale. And now the thin federale's there, too,

wielding a stun gun where Gordy can see it. People inthe bar fall silent. Everyone but Armstrong, who'sfinally hung the spoon on the second girl's nose.

ARMSTRONG:

Yahtzee!

And now Armstong also realizes something's up. Turns and

sees Gordy. Sees the cap in Gordy's hand as the FatFederale addresses Gordy -

FAT FEDERALE:

Come along, Mr. Pitt.

Whereupon Armstrong shouts drunkenly at Gordy -

ARMSTRONG:

Police catch you trying to stealmy hat, you a**hole?!

He staggers toward Gordy. Grabs the hat.

ARMSTRONG:

F***ing hat thief!

Armstrong takes a drunken swing at Gordy, but...

Instead of hitting Gordy, Armstrong accidentally-onpurpose

clocks the fat detective. Then hisses into

Gordy's ear, clearly not that drunk -

ARMSTRONG:

Get outta here -

But then Armstrong's legs won't work as the thin federalejams the stun gun against his neck, and 10,000 voltssurprise the Armstrong neural network.

Gordy moves against the thin federale in anger, when...

The Fat Federale ZAPS him with another STUN GUN, justbehind the ear... And Gordy gets to know the floor, too.

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144 EXT. MOMPOS JAIL - NIGHT 144

The building's ancient, constructed of wood and adobe.

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