Escape from L.A. Page #7

EXT. VINE AVENUE - NIGHT

The ruins of the Capital Records building. The rain has stopped

again. Plissken is a lone figure walking along the street. In the

distance, the sound of thumping music.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD AT HIGHLAND - NIGHT

Pandemonium! Music blares. It's the old Supremes hit, "Love is

Like An Itchin' In My Heart." Crowds dance in the street. It's

like a block party. Black, Latino and Native American gangs

celebrate. Plus the usual Hollywood Boulevard street traffic.

Plissken moves through the carnival. Gorgeous hookers stand under

the marquee of the ruined Chinese Theater. The marquee now reads:

"SAFE SEX", "NO CONDOMS NEEDED", "POLYPROPYLENE ORIFICES",

"SATISFACTION GUARANTEED"

One of the hookers struts in front of Plissken.

CLOSEUP - THE HOOKER

Opening her mouth, she gives a sensuous puff. A polypropylene

orifice attached to the inside of her lips expands outward like a

small, pink balloon. She sucks it back in and puckers, kissing the

air. Plissken turns, as the sounds of car engines rises.

HIS POV - COMING DOWN HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD

... is a caravan of vehicles. The crowd parts to let them through,

cheering insanely. Plissken ducks into an alley, watches...

The caravan passes Plissken's position. Two men on horseback lead

a convoy of rumbling, fuming old cars, buses, motorcycles - all

scarred and ripped and jerry-rigged - bumps down the Boulevard.

Plissken watches from his spot in the alley, as a blonde-haired

hooker joins him, rubs his arm. She has no polypropylene, at least

none that we can see.

BLONDE HOOKER:

It's winnin' time, baby. How about you and

I do some celebrating?

PLISSKEN:

What's going on?

BLONDE HOOKER:

You must be new around here.

(beat)

You look familiar. Have I done you before?

Plissken grabs the hooker.

PLISSKEN:

What's happening?

BLONDE HOOKER:

Easy, man, easy. It's Cuervo Jones' gang.

Mescalito Justice. He's the big boss man

'round here tonight.

(whispers)

He's gonna take down the police and make

'em kiss his fine ass.

Plissken lets her go, stares...

HIS POV - A CADILLAC

... is perched ten feet off the ground on monster truck wheels.

Severed doll heads are glued all over the hood, and a large

glittering disco ball spins atop the roof, catching shards of

light and flicking them back into the night...

Behind the disco ball stands the real Cuervo Jones, at least. And

there next to him is Utopia. She's dressed in black lace underwear

and bra, garters and stockings. A Playboy fantasy. She holds the

prototype. Delgado, Cuervo Jones' second-in-command, stands behind

her. He is huge and evil. Dressed like Pancho Villa.

Plissken stares as the Cadillac passes. The hooker cheers along

with the rest of the crowd, and doesn't notice that Plissken's

moved off...

Several motorcycles bring up the rear of the caravan. Mescalitos

ride with their women slung behind them. As the last bike passes,

Plissken darts out of the alley, yanks the woman off the back of

the cycle, jumps on.

ON THE MOTORCYCLE

The Mescalito biker turns to react...

WHACK! Plissken takes him out with a head-butt, shoves him off the

bike, hops up on the seat.

KAVROOM! Plissken guns the motorcycle and it roars off, around the

other bikers, toward the head of the caravan. Plissken zooms

along, makes the turn onto La Brea Avenue with the caravan...

EXT. LA BREA AND SUNSET BOULEVARDS - NIGHT

As the caravan turns west onto Sunset, Plissken blasts around the

corner.

ON PLISSKEN:

Coming right behind him are four Mescalitos on Harleys - chains,

iron bars, and swords in their hands. Plissken stares up ahead.

HIS POV - THE CADILLAC

... is just a few feet away. Cuervo Jones and Utopia.

Plissken guns it when suddenly two Mescalitos pull up on either

side of him. One of them swings a chain. Plissken grabs it with

one hand, and with his other hand, aims his submachine gun and

fires! The Mescalito and bike go flying, and Plissken holds on to

the chain.

Atop the Cadillac, Cuervo Jones reacts to the sound of gunfire. He

turns to see...

PLISSKEN:

As the other Mescalito riding behind him swings a chain. Plissken

swings his. The two chains snap together, intertwining. Then

Plissken squeezes his hand-brake. He screeches to a stop. The

Mescalito keeps going, and is yanked over backward by his own

chain, off the Harley. Finally the Harley flops over, skids,

explodes. Plissken guns it again, takes off after the Cadillac.

Two more Mescalitos pull up on either side of Plissken. They take

aim at him with their automatic rifles. Plissken pulls a sudden

wheelie, lifts the front of his bike up into the air, rides on the

back wheel. The two Mescalitos fire - directly into each other.

They fall and their bikes go crashing to the pavement.

Plissken surges the bike forward, coming up on a Mescalito on

horseback who turns and fires. Plissken ducks and the bullet rips

through the rear tire. The tire blows and the bike swerves out of

control. Plissken leaps from the bike and grabs the back of the

saddle.

THE HORSE:

Plissken pulls himself up behind the Mescalito and wrestles for

control of the mount. Plissken grabs the reins and wraps them

around the Mescalito's neck, squeezing until his eyes burst.

Plissken slams his arm against the Mescalito, throwing him off the

saddle, bouncing onto the pavement.

Plissken gallops ahead, circling a lasso high above his head,

pounding down on a biker. The lasso takes flight and finds it

mark, the biker's neck. Plissken pulls the lasso taut, ties the

end to the saddle horn, rides his mount parallel to the biker.

THE BIKE:

With one quick yank to the lasso, Plissken pulls the biker off,

jumps on the bike and smacks the hell out of the horse's rump.

THE HORSE:

Takes off down the street, dragging the biker by the neck.

THE CADILLAC:

Speeds up as Plissken moves up to the Mustang five cars behind. He

swings off the bike and jumps onto the trunk. Plissken climbs up

to the roof, leaps on the hood, then jumps to the trunk of the car

in front - leapfrogging, jumping to the next car, the next car...

MESCALITOS:

Lean out their car windows, firing at him, but Plissken keeps

moving toward the Cadillac...

SUDDENLY A HAND:

Reaches out a car window and grabs Plissken's submachine gun.

Plissken turns to snatch it back -

WHEN CUERVO JONES

Leaps from the Cadillac and takes Plissken down to the roof.

CUERVO JONES:

Snake Plissken.

They struggle. Cuervo raises his machete. Plissken grabs his

wrist, flips him over, knocks the machete off into the street,

smacks Cuervo in the face.

A BOLAS-SWINGING MESCALITO

Comes roaring up on his bike, throws the bolas...

PLISSKEN:

As the bolas hit him, wrap around his neck, the balls thunking him

in the face, sending him flying...

KAWHAP! Plissken hits the pavement hard. He skids, rolls, and at

last slams into the edge of the sidewalk. The caravan rumbles away

down Sunset. The hand in the car window still holds Plissken's

submachine gun.

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