RONIN Page #17

EXT. OUTSIDE THE THEATER - MEANWHILE

Deirdre has reached the Citroen. She looks in and sees

Seamus and Gregor. Lastly she looks at the dead Larry. She

sighs in disgust, but otherwise doesn't react as if

surprised.

DEIRDRE:

Cold cocking the poor son-of-a-b*tch

would have sufficed, Seamus, don't you

think?

SCANT SECOND LATER -

Larry's body hits the street as the Citroen drives off,

Deirdre behind the wheel just as - Sam and Vincent run out of

the theater, with Vincent helping a wounded Sam who bleeds

from the wound in his side. They arrive at the street only

to see - Larry, lying dead in the street, even as the Citroen

speeds away from them, turning the corner before they can

even think to raise their guns.

VINCENT:

That double-crossing b*tch.

Sam isn't even capable of saying that much -- he just stares

after the departed Citroen with a look on his face unlike any

we've seen in the film: "how the hell did that happen?" But

there's no time to ponder this because they've been joined by

- A COP. He's a local guy, he directs traffic and busts

drunks in the town square -- and he's scared shitless,

holding his gun in both hands, trying not to tremble, as he

stares back at - TWO GUNS, Sam's and Vincent's, and they're

both pointed at the Cop. LONG BEAT. In the way off distance,

another siren can just be heard. Sam and Vincent glare at

the Cop, who strains with all his might to control himself,

but he can't because Sam and Vincent are death waiting to be

served. The cop knows he has three seconds to make up his

mind. Two. One. The Cop puts his gun on the ground and

steps back, raising his hands in the air. Now - Sam and

Vincent stumble into the street, and are instantly almost hit

by - A CAR speeding around the corner, its Driver oblivious

to what's going on. The car screeches to a halt, and the

Driver curses loudly in French. And then the next thing the

Driver knows - A Gun is in his face. The door is yanked open

and the Driver is yanked out, as we -

CUT TO:

EXT. A BACK ROAD - LATER/EARLY EVENING

The town of Orange is just visible below us as the

commandeered Car drives up into the hills. Vincent is behind

the wheel, while the wounded Sam sits in the passenger seat.

Gritting his teeth, Sam peels back his shirt to get a look at

- THE WOUND, and it's small but bad -- the ricochet ripped a

small raw hole in Sam's side. The wound bleeds, but

moderately so -- no major organs or arteries have been hit.

VINCENT:

That makes twice now you've saved my

life.

SAM:

I didn't save your life back there.

Risked it, maybe -- but I didn't save

sh*t.

VINCENT:

You see it your way, I'll see it mine.

You need a doctor.

SAM:

(hopeful)

You know one around here? Somebody you

trust?

VINCENT:

No...I thought I'd take you to the

hospital.

SAM:

(sharply)

No hospitals. I'll fix this myself if I

have to.

VINCENT:

(he can't believe this)

Fix it yourself?

(a thought comes to him)

Why are we even doing this? There's no

need to run, Christ...

(he can't disguise his disgust)

You're a cop.

SAM:

Not exactly.

VINCENT:

You're with Interpol -- you're a cop.

SAM:

If I was a cop, a real cop, I'd have

busted you a long time ago. This isn't

about you, it's about the job I have to

do.

VINCENT:

And what job is that?

SAM:

My job, Vincent, a job you don't need to

know about. I can't go to the local cops

-- they'd never be able to get close

enough at this point. It's me or nobody,

and I've been on this job too goddamned

long not to finish.

BEAT. Sam takes out his own pack of cigarettes, offers one

to Vincent and takes another for himself. They smoke for a

second, before Vincent speaks.

VINCENT:

It looks to me like we're all that's left

of our group.

SAM:

We? There is no we in my world now,

Vincent, just me.

VINCENT:

I'm going with you.

SAM:

This doesn't involve you, don't you

understand? I can't even guarantee you

any money out of all this.

VINCENT:

It isn't about money for me, not

anymore.

SAM:

You don't have to do this.

VINCENT:

(with great finality)

Yes I do.

Sam gives Vincent a look and shakes his head in disbelief --

Vincent's loyalty and sense of honor is something he's never

seen before, and Sam can only smoke in silence and consider

this as we -

CUT TO:

INT. A CHEAP BACK ROOM - NIGHT

A PEEPHOLE slides open, and we look through it into -

INT. AN ADJOINING ROOM

where Gregor sits, bound and gagged in a chair, his eyes wide

with fright. Now - The Peephole snicks shut, and Deirdre

turns to face Seamus Reilly.

DEIRDRE:

When we're done with this, I want to do

for that one myself.

SEAMUS:

Now there's the Deirdre I know.

DEIRDRE:

And what's that supposed to mean, Seamus

Reilly?

SEAMUS:

It means I was worried that all the time

you spent away from the fold might have

affected you. You've been living the

life of the hired gun -- the well paid

hired gun, I might note. There's no

glory to it, but there are those that

like it.

DEIRDRE:

So you thought that maybe I'd grown too

attached to this charade I've been

playing, is that it?

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