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Let me guess, you're trying to puke the

sh*t out, right? Right? Don't bother...

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4.

CONTINUED:
(2) VERONA(CONT'D)

the sh*t I gave you is some f***ing high

tech sci-fi Chinese synthetic sh*t that

even I don't know exactly what the f***

it is. All I know is once it binds with

your blood cells, you're f***ed, baby...

and believe me, it's done binded. By now

you'll be feeling your joints stiffen

up... hard to breath...

CHEV puts his hand on the left side of his chest to feel his

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heart. The BEATS of the heart grow louder still, but the

rhythm falters, begins to slow ...

VERONA (V.O.) (CONT'D)

... your heartbeat is slowing down like

there's rust in your veins... you're like

the Tin Man in the Wizard of freaking

Oz...

One of the THUGS, ALEX, contributes from offscreen.

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LEX:

(amused by his own wit,

singing)

"If he only had a brain."

ERONA:

(irritated)

Scarecrow. Whatever. You get the point.

You're f***ed. You got maybe an hour,

max, tough guy ... baby ... sexy ...

The THUGS are into it; VERONA is rolling. One of them comes

up beside the bed and plants a big kiss on CHEV'S unconscious

head.

VERONA (CONT'D)

Hey, it's been real. Probably should've

thought twice before you whacked Don Kim.

Experiencing a little 20/20 hindsight? I

thought so. Have a nice death...

Finally the CAMERA reverses to reveal CHEV'S slack-jawed 6

face, staring at the TV. CHEV is in his late 20s, handsome

in an offhanded way. All of the background noise - the

HEARTBEAT, the CELL PHONE - cuts to dead silence... and

through the silence, a SINGLE WORD:

VERONA (CONT'D)

... a**hole.

5A 5A

(A driving SOUNDTRACK kicks in. The OPENING TITLES play over

the following:
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5.

CONTINUED:
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Finding a drunken man's strength, CHEV flips out. He rips

the TV out of the stand, TEARING THE WIRES FROM THE GUTS OF

THE WALL. He launches it straight into the floorboards with

a BONE-BREAKING CRUSH.

He KICKS over the rest of the entertainment system, JUMPS on

it and heads out of the room.

ROLLER DOLLY follows him on a STUMBLING RAMPAGE through the

apartment and down the hall.

By the door, in an ashtray with his car keys, he finds it:

his God-damned CELL PHONE. Of course it stops ringing just

as he picks it up. He pockets it, BANGS OPEN the front door

and is out.

INT CHEV'S APARTMENT BUILDING, CONTINUOUS

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ROLLER DOLLY stays with him through the door and down the

hall, as a businesswoman peaks her head out the door - then

SLAMS IT SHUT, terrified - and then down the stairs to the

garage door.

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INT CHEV'S APARTMENT BUILDING, GARAGE, CONTINUOUS

ROLLER DOLLY still on CHEV. He jumps up on the hood of a

moving RED SPORTSCAR as it backs out of it's parking spot,

walks right over it and hops off, clicking the keyless lock

button on his chain in mid-air ... the door to his BLACK AUDI

pops open ... he gets in.

RED SPORTSCAR GUY is the sort of classic intolerable LA

A**HOLE we love to hate: platinum hair, suspenders, designer

shades, programming his Blackberry while driving, etc.

SPORTSCAR GUY:

This is a eighty thousand dollar ride,

cockwipe!

CHEV backs out, runs him right over. CH-KUNK, CH-KUNK.

CHEV'S AUDI blasts out of the garage and down the street.

SPORTSCAR GUY holds his backwards leg in agony.

SPORTSCAR GUY (CONT'D)

(screaming like a girl)

You're a dead man!

CUT TO:

INT CHEV'S AUDI, MOMENTS LATER

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The ever-present HEARTBEAT is pounding. CHEV whips out his

cell phone and dials. A HORN BLASTS.

(CONTINUED)

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