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Eyes snap open and she's off him in a second, runs out.
John pries himself from the tile, goes after her.
Angela runs behind the vertebrae of machines, drippingwater the entire way. John tries to keep up.
ANGELA:
It was rolling toward him --not a
ball --something smaller. Shiny.
She stops, kneels to the floor. John walks up to join her.
Something glints in the catch trough. She reaches down,
plucks it up and brings an odd COIN INTO VIEW -
John's face contorts with rage as he takes the familiarcoin.
JOHN:
Balthazar.
INT. JOHN'S APARTMENT -LATER
Beeman's bowling bag is flipped and the contents aredumped onto a table. Powder, bugs and bullets goeverywhere. John retrieves the odd-tipped bullets.
Those brass knuckles and that copper pipe are taken also.
CHRISTIAN RELICS
are removed from a display cabinet.
There's the pure platinum Flask of Divinity, thepetrified husk from the River of Life --the hollow shaft
of an iron cross --all striking pieces individually butwhen twisted and locked together form a very imposing -
(CONTINUED)
81.
CONTINUED:
--HOLY SHOTGUN.
He swings the cross down, pours a pound of blastingpowder into the husk --chambers a special bullet intoone of the ten barrels, snaps it shut --turns and FIRES.
BULLET leaves a trail of flame as it streaks across his
endless apartment, blasts the center out of --
SETTLE ON the Surgeon General's warning --burning away.
ANGELA (V.O.)
Can you kill him? What about the
Balance?
INT. JOHN'S APARTMENT -LATER
John is stuffing the bowling bag while Angela watches,
now dressed in dry clothes. That shirt is John's.
JOHN:
That half-breed tipped my scaleswhen he started killing myfriends. I'm just adding a littlecounterweight.
John lifts that holy shotgun --KA CHICK --
ANGELA:
What about me? I can't stay hereforever.
John turns to her --locks on those eyes. He reaches
into his coat pocket as he walks up to her. She shudders
as his arms wrap around her face and for a beat they'recheek to cheek. When he pulls back she sees he has
clipped Hennessey's AMULET around her neck.
JOHN:
Think of it as a bulletproof vest.
ANGELA:
So I'm going.
JOHN:
(knows he can't win)
You're staying in the car.
82.
INT./EXT. 20 LANES -DAWN
FAT-ASS TIRES BURN under the full torque of a 426 HEMI.
A jet-black '70s BARRACUDA BLASTS from the basement
garage of 20 Lanes --slides onto the streets of L.A.
Angela hangs on as John grabs the SKULL shifter knob -slams
into 2nd --leaves another layer of tread behind.
EXT. OCEAN
FLYING OVER the ocean, a 747 ROARS RIGHT OVER US.
Dipping out of cloud cover, it reveals the coast of asprawling metropolis stretched out miles below.
L.A. LANDMARKS -DAWN
streak PAST. The Big Donut, the occult bookstores, the'57 Chevy sign, that Mission in the park.
This is actually the POV FROM John's Barracuda.
He downshifts --DRIFTS PAST a building with a facade of
pre-stressed concrete and huge gold letters --"BZR
FINANCE AND BROKERAGE."
JOHN (O.S.)
This shouldn't take long.
INT. BZR BROKERAGE
Elevator opens and John steps out into a lobby ofconcrete and glass. Pretentious design screams money.
Lots of it.
Since trading is still a half hour away, the place ispractically empty.
Across the room a stainless steal DOOR HISSES open. John
looks the other way as a Security Guard exits. Thick
DOOR glides closed, seals with another HISS. No way in.
John notices the janitor down one hallway. It's Nico
from Midnite's. He and John lock stares. Nico opens a"Security Only" door, steps inside --leaves the door
open.
INT. TRADING ROOM
Monitors are powering up around the room. A few of those
Young Businessmen we last saw at Midnite's are here.
(CONTINUED)
83.
CONTINUED:
YOUNG TURK:
(into phone)
Hey, early bird is a fat bird,
know what I'm sayin'?
Balthazar walks through, looking every bit like the smugand successful businessman he is. He stops at a LONGMIRROR on one wall. Adjusts his collar, his hair. His
"look."
PRETTY BOY:
What are we pushing today, sir?
BALTHAZAR:
Phillip Morris.
As Balthazar admires himself, his reflection distortsslightly. The demon in him? He touches his face, does avowel stretch. His face distorts even further.
That's got him moving closer to the mirror.
Balthazar's concerned because now his skin appearsin motion, rippling as if liquefied. And just when hesees the surface of the mirror BLISTERING and starts to
move --
BOOOM --
One way GLASS EXPLODES outward on the front edge of aFIREBALL --sending Balthazar flying with glass andflame.
John stands on the other side in an ACCESS CHANNEL -that
Dragon's breath flamethrower now duct-taped to hisholy shotgun.
JOHN:
How's he doing it?
John steps into the trading room, eyes Balthazar risingfrom the floor. Suit's in shreds, half his face isburned off, but now he's pissed.
BALTHAZAR:
This is in direct violation of the
Balance!
JOHN:
Screw the Balance.
John hits him with another BLAST of FLAME --pins himhard against the wall.
(CONTINUED)
84.
CONTINUED:
Balthazar's young turks attack. One leaps over thetrading station. John swings around --aims the SHOTGUN
--BOOM --half-breed is blasted midair.
The other turk seems to defy gravity as he scampersacross the ceiling. John aims up --PUMPS SEVERAL ROUNDS
--steps out of the way as a body falls, smashes into adesk. BOOM --BOOM --that'll keep it down.
INT. BARRACUDA
Angela hears the GUNSHOTS. Cop instinct takes over andshe gets out of the car. Checks the amulet. Intact.
John turns his attention back to Balthazar, doesn'thesitate and hits him with a continuous tide of flame.
Suit and skin is peeling off, revealing something elseunderneath. The true form.
JOHN:
How's he doing it, you half-breed
sh*t?!
John swings the flame aside so he can KICK Balthazar
against the wall. But now his WEAPON SPUTTERS. Sh*t.
Charcoal hand thrusts out, bats away the shotgun andgrabs John by the throat.
Balthazar rises from the ashes. He may be burned, buthe's one tough son of a b*tch.
Balthazar slides John up a wall by his neck. John can't
break his hold. He's choking, frantically rummagesthrough his coat pockets. Comes out with those sacred
GOLD KNUCKLES on his right hand.
Balthazar tightens his grip and John swings, clocks himacross the face. The enhanced punch sends a dizzyingripple throughout Balthazar's body.
But he doesn't let go. John is choking, starts whalingon him. Again and again --each punch weakening thisdemon more.
John finally gets him against the wall. Right arm'stired so he slips the gold knuckles onto his left hand,
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