Get Carter Page #10

JACK:

’Old chums.’ Interesting choice

of words.

EDDIE:

That’s what I figured. I played

dumb.

JACK:

(nodding)

Did you have any luck with the

camera?

Eddie motions for Jack to follow him.

EDDIE:

Come see for yourself.

INT. TINY’S OFFICE -SMALL STACK OF VIDEOTAPES

Jack ENTERS with Eddie.

INT. OFFICE -LATER

Snow on the TV turns to a black and white image of the

empty bar at the Half Moon.

Jack watches, his interest suddenly growing.

EDDIE:

This is the evenin’ he was killed.

I went through it twice already.

TIGHT ON GRAINY SCREEN

In partial darkness, you can see figures moving around,

but that’s all.

61.

WIDER:

JACK:

Can’t see anything. It’s too

dark.

EDDIE:

Yeah, that’s what happens when you

buy security cameras at the Swap

Meet.

JACK:

Yeah, well, can you find someone

who can improve the clarity?

EDDIE:

I can prob’ly sniff someone out.

JACK:

Good man.

Jack gives Eddie a pat on the back. The two smile.

EDDIE:

Frank told me all your fishing

stories. The one where you were

nabbed for stealing from lobster

traps. Up by Paradise Cove.

JACK:

We couldn’t come home empty-

handed.

(smiling, shaking his

head)

That was my first time in jail.

EDDIE:

(laughing)

You took the blame for that, too,

didn’t you?

JACK:

I tried. I saw the cops storming

the pier so I dropped Frank off

the side of the boat. He hid

behind this buoy for two hours and

got away. But then what does Mr.

Honor Roll do? Tells our dad. He

took Frank straight to jail and

make the cops keep us both

overnight.

The two share a laugh. Suddenly --

Ajit bursts back in the door.

(CONTINUED)

62.

CONTINUED:

EDDIE:

What is it?

AJIT:

They’re back.

INT. HALF MOON -STEADY ON JACK

He moves through the bar on a mission.

EXT. HALF MOON BACK ALLEY -JACK’S DOORWAY POV

A white Mercedes parked diagonally. The back seat window

behind the driver goes down, and a bald MAN WITH GLASSES

sticks his head out.

MAN WITH GLASSES

Jack?

QUICKLY TO JACK:

Ajit and Eddie stand deep in the b.g.

JACK:

Tried using your name at Hollywood

Park today, Thorpey. They almost

threw me out.

THORPEY (MAN WITH GLASSES)

I’d like a word with you, Jack.

JACK:

That’s nice.

THORPEY:

It’s important.

JACK:

Fine. You stay in the car. I’ll

come out and listen.

Jack stops at a safe distance.

THORPEY:

I’ve been asked to give you this.

Thorpey has a ticket envelope. Jack cautiously grabs it.

JACK:

Hope I warrant first class.

(CONTINUED)

63.

CONTINUED:

THORPEY:

You got it. American Airlines.

Nonstop back to the Big Apple.

JACK:

That’s mighty generous of someone.

Who do I have to thank?

THORPEY:

You can thank me. Hop in and

we’ll give you a lift to L.A.X.

JACK:

What happens if I miss this

flight?

THORPEY:

(smiling)

What’re you doin’, Jackson?

Nailing the old broad again?

The FAT DRIVER grows impatient. Jack grows angry.

FAT DRIVER:

Let’s stop f***ing around.

THORPEY:

Get in the f***ing car, Jack.

Seemingly compliant, Jack nods. He then rips the ticket

and throws it at the Mercedes.

JACK:

I’ve never been big on planes.

FAT DRIVER:

You stupid sh*t.

The Fat Driver moves to get out. Jack violently kicks

the door, smashing the driver’s head through the door

window. Knocked out cold, his foot floors the gas.

The CAR BATTERS into a retaining wall. The man in the

front seat ejects through the windshield and bounces off

the hood in a shower of glass.

From the back seat, a bodyguard bounds out. Jack

charges. The bodyguard reaches for his gun and Jack

hammers a fist into his sternum. Bodyguard buckles to

his knees and FIRES a stray SHOT. Jack kicks the gun

into some bushes.

(CONTINUED)

64.

CONTINUED:

Thorpey tries to escape but Ajit trips him and he falls

forward onto his chest. Thorpey looks up and goes for

his pistol.

THORPEY:

You little raghead f***.

Ajit turns and runs. Thorpey FIRES OFF THREE SHOTS as

Ajit dives safely behind a trash dumpster.

Thorpey takes off on foot and Jack moves to aid Ajit.

JACK:

You okay, kid?

Jack shakes him out of his shock. Finally -

AJIT:

Go kill that sonofabitch.

Jack quickly goes after him.

EXT. VENTURA BLVD. -CONTINUOUS ACTION

Thorpey hauls ass down the sidewalk. Jack follows, .45

at the ready. Thorpey gauges a break in traffic and

darts into the street.

Caught by surprise, Jack follows. A Pink Dot delivery

car jumps the curb to miss him and smacks a parked car.

Thorpey races into incoming traffic. CARS SCREECH to a

halt and collide. Jack capitalizes and bounds after.

They snake through a maze of stopped cars, Jack hot on

Thorpey’s tail -

A car door flies open. Jack drops with a thud.

GUY IN CAR:

Hey, a**hole! Stay outta the -

He stops and ducks back inside as Jack rises, gun raised.

Jack continues onto the far sidewalk.

Thorpey dodges pedestrians, approaching a patio setting.

Jack pounds onward.

Thorpey pinballs through patio tables. Bumping chairs.

Spilling hot coffee. Bohemian patrons cry out. A man

stands up, yells after Thorpey. Jack dodges him and

knocks over a table.

Thorpey disappears into a store. Jack follows.

65.

INT. BLOCKBUSTER VIDEO -CONTINUOUS ACTION

Jack enters to the sounds of THEFT PROTECTION DEVICES and

confused employees.

SHOTS RING OUT from the comedy section. Jack ducks

behind the counter. WINDOWS SHATTER, people scream.

Jack scrambles through an aisle towards the rear. He

straightens and crosses into -

Another aisle. Jack pans the gun both ways. No Thorpey.

Jack looks at a frightened woman on the floor. Using

only her eyes, she directs Jack farther over. ANOTHER

SHOT blows past as Jack moves into an empty aisle.

Out of bullets, Thorpey runs down the back corridor and

through the exit door at the end. Jack follows.

An employee stands amongst a scattering of tapes, shaking

in his newly-pissed pants. Jack pushes out the door.

EXT. ALLEY -SAME TIME

Thorpey tosses the gun and disappears around the corner.

Jack sees this and pursues.

EXT. STREET -SAME TIME

Thorpey heads in a new direction: across the street and

between two buildings.

EXT. NIGHTCLUB ALLEY -ROPED-OFF ENTRANCE

Three wasted older men smoke and talk in rapid French.

Thirty more trying to get the doorman’s attention.

Thorpey weasels past all of them, amazingly unseen.

Jack makes his way over and is immediately pulled back by

a bouncer. Mistake. Without hesitation, Jack fists his

esophagus and the Bouncer falls to his knees. Jack gives

him a "don’t f***ing ever grab me" look and enters.

People in line take advantage and steal inside.

INT. CROWDED NIGHTCLUB -JACK’S POV

He makes his way THROUGH a thousand patrons throbbing to

TECHNO MUSIC. No sign of Thorpey. An EFFEMINATE GUY

sidles to Jack.

66.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

EFFEMINATE MAN:

Are you -

JACK:

No.

Jack ignores the man’s wounded look, looks to his left,

and spots Thorpey moving into another room.

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