Get Carter Page #11

INT. LOUNGE -COUCH ROOM -SAME TIME

Jack dodges the drug-induced patrons and opens the door

to a booze storage closet.

QUICKLY TO Thorpey. He sits on a case of Scotch, out of

breath.

JACK:

It seems you’re out of shape,

Thorpey.

THORPEY:

Jesus Christ!

Jack calmly sits right next to him. Finally -

JACK:

Who killed Frank?

THORPEY:

I don’t know.

Jack elbows Thorpey hard in the gut.

JACK:

Lie to me again and I’ll put your

brains in a snifter.

THORPEY:

I swear to God, Jack, I don’t

know!

JACK:

Who’s picking up the tab then?

Suddenly, the BOUNCERs storm inside. Jack stares

upwards, crazed.

BOUNCER:

You’re outta here, fuckhole.

(CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED:

The first Bouncer grabs Jack and hits him in the same

exact location. Once again, the Bouncer drops like a

sack of potatoes.

Another guy rushes Jack. This time, Jack grabs an arm,

turns and breaks it at the elbow. The man screams as

Jack turns back to Thorpey.

He just stands there frozen, a Jim Beam bottle at the

ready. Gently, Thorpey sets it down.

EXT. CLUB -BACK ALLEY

Police commotion in the street b.g. Jack exits with

Thorpey in tow.

JACK:

Heel, Thorpey, before I snap your

neck.

CUT TO:

EXT. HALF MOON -JACK’S POV

He spots police officers, ambulances, and a fire truck at

the far end of the alley. Ajit spots Jack near a trash

bin, slips away from a non-attentive officer and makes

his way over.

TIGHT ON THORPEY

Thorpey makes eye-contact with the back seat bodyguard as

he gets nursed by a paramedic. The guard knows there’sa

problem and prepares himself to follow.

JACK (O.S.)

Don’t you have a place around

here?

QUICKLY TO Ajit. He looks ready to kill Thorpey.

AJIT:

Yes. Come with me.

CUT TO:

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING -NIGHT

Jack and Thorpey follow Ajit up some stairs to a door.

(CONTINUED)

68.

CONTINUED:

AJIT:

I told you it was close by.

Ajit goes inside and the two men follow.

INT. SMALL APARTMENT -CONTINUOUS ACTION

Paintings and artifacts of Hinduism. Various swords and

scimitars are displayed on the wall. Decorated by

someone who takes his culture very seriously.

Ajit puts on some funky, yet disturbing, BHANGARA MUSIC.

Jack takes it all in as Ajit walks into the kitchen.

Ajit returns with a dicing knife. He walks up to Thorpey

and stabs him viciously in the arm.

AJIT:

You shoot at me, you die!

Thorpey wails as Jack restrains the young man.

JACK:

Jesus Christ! Calm down, kid.

Calm down. You calm?

Ajit nods and smiles.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BEDROOM -TIGHT ON THORPEY -LATER

Hands tied and arm bleeding, he sits in a chair with a

pathetic expression. The MUSIC BLARES loud in the b.g.

THORPEY:

It was some guy your brother knew

closely! He...!

Jack removes his .45 and Thorpey knows he’s serious.

THORPEY:

I can’t remember his name! It’s

B-something! Black guy, tough

face, white wife!

Jack gives him a long "don’t f*** me" look.

THORPEY:

I’m telling you the f***ing truth

here, Jack! Jesus Christ! He

owns a bar --!

(CONTINUED)

69.

CONTINUED:

Jack knocks Thorpey out and turns towards Ajit.

JACK:

Do you have a gun here?

AJIT:

No, but we have a few swords.

Ajit points to the scimitar display.

JACK:

No, that’s not good enough.

AJIT:

You’d be surprised.

Jack reluctantly gives Ajit his ankle handgun. The

Heckler and Koch 9mm.

JACK:

All right. This is an H and K P

7. The safety’s in the handgrip

here. If you have to fire, give

this a squeeze first.

AJIT:

Gladly.

Thorpey doesn’t look so happy. Ajit does.

CUT TO:

INT. OLDSMOBILE -JACK’S POV -NIGHT

The house where he dropped Doreen off earlier. Dark

green Suburban now in the drive. Two shadowy figures

move away from the upstairs curtains.

STEADY ON JACK:

He exits, draws his gun and walks towards the house,

always with purpose. He goes through the side gate and

around to the back.

EXT. BACK YARD PATIO -JACK’S WINDOW POV

He watches Cliff Brumby hurriedly put on his shoes. He

and his wife Susan appear to be having some kind of an

argument as they storm out the door. Jack follows them.

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EXT. FRONT DRIVEWAY -DARK GREEN SUBURBAN

It flies back in reverse and SCREECHES down the street.

Jack quickly jumps in the Olds.

INT. OLDSMOBILE -MOVING

Hot on the tail of the speeding Suburban. It climbs a

freeway on-ramp. Jack accelerates and follows.

CUT QUICKLY TO:

EXT. AJIT APARTMENT COMPLEX -NIGHT

The back seat bouncer, whom Thorpey made eye-contact with

earlier, makes his way up Ajit’s stairwell.

CUT BACK TO:

EXT. HIGHWAY 60 -MIDNIGHT

Pitch black outside. The Olds follows the Suburban at a

distance.

CUT QUICKLY TO:

INT. AJIT BEDROOM -TIGHT ON AJIT

He clasps Jack’s 9mm, despite being asleep in his chair.

PAN QUICKLY TO Thorpey. Wide-eyed, he watches the boy

snooze.

CUT BACK TO:

INT. OLDSMOBILE -JACK’S POV

The Suburban taillights plow through the darkness. A

sign on the right reads: "PALM SPRINGS -5 MILES."

JACK:

checks his speedometer. The needle wavers at 90 MPH.

Jack looks up and the Suburban is gone.

Then he sees it:
Atop a freeway off-ramp, the Suburban

makes a right. Jack quickly cuts over.

CUT QUICKLY TO:

71.

INT. AJIT BEDROOM -THORPEY

He is freed of his ropes by the back seat bodyguard.

Bodyguard signals for Thorpey to quietly exit behind him.

Thorpey presses his wound, winces and shakes his head.

Instead of escaping, he creeps towards Ajit and the gun.

CUT BACK TO:

EXT. STREET -SAME TIME

Jack follows the Suburban on a series of turns.

The Suburban enters through an electric gate. The gate

closes shut and the Olds barely makes it through.

CUT QUICKLY TO:

INT. AJIT APARTMENT -THORPEY

He holds onto his breath as the FLOOR CREAKS. Ajit

stirs. Thorpey looks up and brightens: On a nearby wall

is a long, curved scimitar.

Thorpey moves for the sword and pulls it from the wall.

Ajit awakens.

Thorpey whirls, sword high. Ajit blinks, raises the 9mm.

Thorpey brings the sword down -

TIGHT ON GUN:

It clatters to the floor in a spray of blood. Ajit’s

high-pitched SCREAM.

CUT BACK TO:

EXT. COMMUNITY STREET -DOZENS OF CARS

Both sides of the street are decorated with cars. LOUD

MUSIC ECHOES throughout the entire neighborhood.

JACK’S POV

He NOTICES a crowded house part in the distance. The

Suburban slams its brakes in front of the party. Brumby

storms into the house, Susan in tow.

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INT. LARGE PALM SPRINGS HOUSE -POOL PARTY

A diverse ethnic crowd. A DJ BLARES HIP-HOP MUSIC. High

school teens dance, drink, smoke, swim and make out.

TIGHT ON BRUMBY AND SUSAN

They stare from the door-well.

SUSAN:

Oh, my God...

BRUMBY:

Jesus f***ing wept!

Brumby makes his way through the mayhem.

SUSAN:

Honey!

BRUMBY:

Where’s my daughter?! Michelle

Brumby, you best show yourself!

He grabs a DRUNK KID.

BRUMBY:

I know you! Where’s my daughter?!

DRUNK KID:

Oh, ah, I think she’sinthe

poolhouse.

BRUMBY:

The poolhouse!

DRUNK KID:

With Jimmy.

BRUMBY:

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