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EXT. THE DINER PARKING LOT-NIGHT

We're on JAMES CARTER mid twenties, dressed to impress. It doesn't

appear to be working, however, because he has a GUN to his head.

MAN'S VOICE

You don't move, you understand?! You

don't move!

CARTER:

Do I look like I'm movin'?! What

you're seeing here? This is not

movement. This is my "still".

The man who is holding the gun is HENRY LAFONTAINE, thirty, shaved

head, expensive clothes.

Lafontaine pushes Carter until he's leaning forward on a parked JAGUAR.

He starts patting Carter down. With his feet spread apart, hands

spread on the trunk, Carter looks like a suspect who is being arrested.

Lafontaine starts feeling around Carter's legs, moving higher up.

CARTER:

Hey, hey, you start touching me there,

I'm gonna start movin'! Word up,

mother...

LAFONTAINE:

(interrupting)

Shut up!

CARTER:

You a cop or something?

LAFONTAINE:

Or somethin'.

Lafontaine backs off, pulling the gun away from Carter's head.

LAFONTAINE:

Okay.

Carter straightens himself.

CARTER:

This is not a good way to start a

relationship, stickin' a gun to a

man's head, feelin' around his

personal equipment. Make him think

you don't trust him.

LAFONTAINE:

I don't trust anybody. Especially

first time deals.

CARTER:

I oughta pat your ass down. Make sure

you're not a cop.

LAFONTAINE:

Nobody touches me.

CARTER:

Sh*t, I ain't interested in puttin' my

hands on you. That does nothin' for

me. No. I don't need to be pattin' no

ass. All I'm sayin' is, how do I know

you're not a cop?

Lafontaine opens the trunk of the JAGUAR.

Inside are MANY SMALL WRAPPED PACKAGES with U.S. ARMY stenciled on

them.

LAFONTAINE:

Because cops don't have the U.S.

Government's finest...at my prices.

Carter looks at the merchandise.

CARTER:

Ooooh. That's pretty.

CUT TO:

INT. DINER BATHROOM-NIGHT

JOHNSON is sitting in a stall, headphones on, talking into a

transmitter.

JOHNSON:

OK, Carter, gimme something here.

Start with the color of the packaging.

ON CARTER:

He sticks a pinky in one ear and scratches.

INSERT:

A TINY MICROPHONE is in Carter's ear.

CARTER:

Yeah...beautiful. What would you call

that paper there? Kind of a...Robin

egg blue color?

ON JOHNSON:

JOHNSON:

(into the mike)

Good. That's standard military

packaging for plastique. Get a look

under it.

ON CARTER:

He leans over the packages and slits one open.

CARTER:

You know something? Every time I see

this stuff, it reminds me of...uh...a

double latte grande...

(still looking)

With two shots of non-fat milk.

LAFONTAINE:

What are you talking about?

ON JOHNSON:

JOHNSON:

(into the mike)

That's it. High intensity C-4. We got

his ass.

CLICK. Carter looks up at a cute little silver plated .38 that Lois is

pointing down on her from the next stall.

LOIS:

Step out slowly. Or I'll blow your

hair style into the toilet. Where it

belongs.

ON CARTER:

He sees a wire coming out of one side of the package.

CARTER:

(speaking loudly)

What's this little green wire coming

out one side of the package?

LAFONTAINE:

I wouldn't touch that if I were you.

Lafontaine pulls a remote DETONATOR out of his pocket.

LAFONTAINE:

I get the money, you get the

detonator.

(smiles)

First date's are always scary.

Lafontaine shuts the trunk. Hands the keys to Carter.

HESS:

You cross the street, leave the money

on the sidewalk. I'll leave the

detonator on my side. Then we trade

places. Get the picture?

LOIS VO:

Hey, honey...

Lafontaine turns to see Johnson, who's wearing a sexy short skirt,

walking toward them with Lois bringing up the rear.

LOIS:

She talks to herself on the potty.

Lois shoves Johnson ahead, revealing the GUN in one hand and Johnson's

TRANSMITTER in the other.

LOIS (cont'd)

(to Lafontaine )

Let's kill her.

(cocking the .38)

I'll flip you for it.

Lafontaine turns to Carter, but Carter is already throwing a punch.

Connecting. Lafontaine falls.

The remote drops as Lois FIRES at Carter.

The bullet ricochets off the car. Lafontaine sees the remote, makes a

dive for it. But another hand gets there first.

Lois turns the gun on Johnson.

CARTER:

No!

Carter is holding the detonator. Stand-off.

Carter grabs Lafontaine. Pulls him up. Lois grabs Johnson, pulls her

back by her hair, shoves the gun to her head. She's going to shoot

anyway.

LAFONTAINE:

Lois, don't!

Lois has the look of a child who hates to be told she can't do

something. Johnson looks at Carter. She offers the best I'm sorry she

can muster with her eyes.

CARTER:

Put the gun down.

LOIS:

After you're dead. I promise.

Carter tightens his grip around Lafontaine's throat.

CARTER:

Okay, look, we're gonna make a trade.

You cross the street, leave her on the

sidewalk. I will leave him on this

side. Then we trade places. You get

him, I get her. Get the picture,

Lois?

LAFONTAINE:

(to Lois)

Do it!

EXT. DOWNEY BLVD-- NIGHT

Lois leads Johnson across the street. Gun to her side. When she gets

to the sidewalk, she turns, looks back at Carter. He's on the opposite

side, holding Lafontaine.

Lois starts back across the street. Dodging traffic. And Carter does

the same, detonator in hand. Carter and Lois cross toward each other.

HORNS HONK. But getting hit by a car is the least of their worries.

They stare at each other as they cross traffic. Lois wants to kill

Carter. She's got that look. Johnson and Lafontaine wait on opposite

sides. Then as Carter and Lois are almost opposite each other --

LAFONTAINE:

Kill him!

Lafontaine starts running. Carter moves.

Lois starts shooting. Hitting cars, smashing windshields. Cars careen

into each other. Carter jumps over one, almost hit by another.

Lois is in the middle of the street, firing at Carter.

Another windshield hit. Car swerving. Carter falls, the detonator

skidding away. Across the lane.

Carter is in direct line of fire. And she takes aim as a TRUCK RUNS

OVER THE DETONATOR.

AN EXPLOSION roars in the parking lot. The Jaguar and SIX OTHER CARS go

up in a ball of fire. Lois is knocked into the street.

The diner windows ALL BLOW OUT AT ONCE.

Carter SEES Lafontaine running for a car stopped on the street.

Lafontaine pulls open the door, grabs the driver. Then Lafontaine

looks up and SEES --

Carter APPEARING THROUGH THE SMOKE. Running toward him.

Lafontaine drops the driver, swings at Carter, but Carter tackles him,

slamming him into the car. Lafontaine tries to throw a punch. But

Carter spins him around and shoves him into the car window, head first.

Window shattering.

Lafontaine is out. Carter pulls him out of the car. Lafontaine slumps.

Carter kneels next to him, pulling out his identification.

CARTER:

Los Angeles Police. You are under

arrest. Anything you say may be used

to put your ass in jail, you piece of

sh*t.

Carter sits down next to Lafontaine. He's tired and hurting.

Johnson runs up, gun in hand.

JOHNSON:

You okay?

Johnson kneels down next to him. Her short skirt hikes up her legs.

Carter looks at one of her thighs.

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