Good People Page #4

We have one place where we can go.

At least for a few hours.

KHAN:
You broke your word.

Do you think I would let you play me?

TOM:

I'm not trying to play you, Khan.

When I find you, just remember,

you brought this on yourselves.

Would you mind giving us a

minute in private, Mrs. Halden?

Yeah, I was going to

grab a coffee anyway.

What in God's name were you thinking?

Not only were you wearing

a bulletproof vest,

but you took a firearm

into a public park.

There are children there,

for Christ's sake.

You're an embarrassment. You should've

retired when your junkie daughter died.

NURSE:
Excuse me, sir.

Mr. Halden needs to rest.

Okay, my apologies.

You rest up, John.

Good news for me is... now I

don't have to pay your pension.

Who's going to pay your pension, Ray?

Scotland Yard or guys

like Jack Witkowski?

I wanted to fix the floor

before I showed it to you.

It's a little different upstairs.

You want to see?

Yeah.

Remember when we started working on the

house and we'd eat take-away on the floor?

Yeah.

Remember when I thought

I'd be done in four months?

Remember when I thought

I'd be pregnant in six?

I'm sorry I stopped coming here.

I'm sorry I got lost in this place.

I never needed the house, Tom.

All I needed was us.

I know.

ANNA:
We're going to make it.

Tell me we're going to make it.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[CRYING]

It's okay, Boo-boo. I'm coming.

Give me your phone.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Sarah?

JACK:
You smell so lovely.

Julian's a real peach.

Hello?

You want kids, don't you,

Tommy? Me, too.

Such a precious gift.

So, hurting little Julian...

- it's not going to be easy for me.

- [CRYING]

He's so smooth.

What's your plan, Tommy?

What's your plan, Tommy?

We can't go out. After the park,

the police are looking for us, too.

We're hiding out in an old

house in West London.

I'll text you the address...

and you come meet us here.

Okay?

No more tricks.

Keep f***ing quiet.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Better text Khan.

Yeah.

You really think he's going to come?

Yeah.

It's all about honor with that guy.

Sent.

You know they're going

to have guns, right?

Guns are for pussies.

[BEEPING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Yeah.

JACK:
Look who's come for dinner.

Anna?

Get ready.

This is the perfect place.

For what?

I see no cash.

It's in the house. Safe.

Don't f*** with me.

Jack, you can have the money

just as soon as we get

Sarah and Julian.

- Where's Mrs. Tommy?

- She's inside, with the money.

What the f***.

Honey, I'm home.

Mrs. Tommy.

[C*CKS GUN]

You got five seconds to show me the

money or I'm shooting your husband.

- ANNA:
The money's up here.

- How can I be sure?

I just want Sarah, I want Julian,

but if you hurt them or my

husband, I will destroy all of it.

That's impressive.

I'll get them over.

[WHISTLES]

Get the f*** out, love.

Now it's your turn.

Well done, sweetheart.

Now the bag.

Jack?

Are you all right?

[WEAK CHUCKLE]

[NAILING]

Sarah!

ANNA:
Sarah!

[GUNSHOTS]

Go out the ladder.

[WHISPERING]

Sarah, go out the ladder.

[MUFFLED GRUNT]

- Oh, God.

- Give me Julian. Give me Julian

[CHUCKLES]

[GRUNTS]

[JULIAN CRYING]

[JET FLIES BY]

[BEEPING]

[JET FLIES BY]

[SARAH SCREAMS]

[BOARDS CREAK]

Andre?

[BOARDS CREAK]

KHAN:
You betrayed me, Mr. Wright.

You cannot undo that.

You must be sacrificed

pour le bien de tous.

[NAIL GUN FIRES]

The greater good.

[GUNSHOTS]

Does not seem fair.

You are playing with toys while

I am not playing at all.

You are a worthy adversary.

[GUNSHOT]

Ahh!

Anna.

Anna.

[GASPING]

Anna.

[GUNSHOT]

LADY NEWSCASTER:
Metro Police

today announced a breakthrough

in a case that's traumatized people living

in the sleepy London suburb of Mortlake.

It comes just 36 hours after a

shootout which left five people dead

a house burnt to the ground,

and the entire community in shock.

With me is Superintendent Ray Martin,

one of the officers in charge of the case.

Superintendent, what can you tell us?

We can now confirm that these tragic events

are directly linked to a drug turf war

which began with an armed robbery that

turned deadly in an East End night club...

- HALDEN:
Remarkable.

- Hi.

...police work and extraordinary bravery

of veteran detective John Halden

a man I consider to be a

personal friend and a colleague.

It's easy to be a hero when

you're writing your own story.

Uh, the firemen found this.

It's, um...

It's not much, but, uh, it's yours.

Good luck.

[MUFFLED VOICES]

Hm.

- TOM:
What took you so long?

- I just had to do one last thing.

All right. Say goodbye

to this hell hole.

Come on.

ANNA:
So, no more sushi nights.

[SERENA RYDER SINGING "FOR YOU"]

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