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The light turns red and Ziggy hits the brakes. Finch sits

shotgun, now wearing a NEW YORK METS baseball hat.

Ziggy messes with the radio, searching for a good song.

FINCH:

Holy f***.

ZIGGY:

Ditto, I love this song.

FINCH:

Not you. Him. That’s Doug.

Finch points out the window and Ziggy turns to look. Two

lanes over, TESS’ CAR sits parallel to theirs. Unbelievable.

ZIGGY:

Are you sure?

FINCH:

I’ve seen him before. I’m sure.

ZIGGY:

Then get the duffel ready.

Finch un-zips a DUFFEL BAG sees that it’s FULL OF GUNS.

FINCH:

Whoa! This is full of guns?

ZIGGY:

Of course it’s full of guns, what

did you think was in it?

FINCH:

I don’t know, hockey equipment?

ZIGGY:

Why would I bring hockey equipment?

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FINCH:

I was wondering the same thing!

We’re supposed to talk to the guy,

not blow his head off!

ZIGGY:

Two things can happen.

FINCH:

But we need him to tell us-

ZIGGY:

HEY, DOUG!

INTERCUT TESS’ CAR/ZIGGY’S SEDAN:

Doug stops talking to the girls and turns toward the sedan.

DOUG:

What?

Ziggy’s jaw drops -- it really is him.

ZIGGY:

What’s the dealio with our drugs?

Doug’s eyes shoot wide, realizing who he’s talking to.

DOUG:

I... I don’t have them.

Finch spots Tess in the front seat.

FINCH:

Are you the girl he gave them to?

TESS:

Yes?

FINCH:

So... wouldn’t you have them?

DOUG:

It’s not what it looks like.

Doug is at a loss for words. He can’t think of a lie. So

instead... HE FLOORS IT THROUGH THE RED LIGHT.

ZIGGY:

YAHTZEE, B*TCHES!

FINCH AND ZIGGY WHIP OUT GUNS, FIRING AT TESS’ CAR --

42.

Tess’ car is riddled with a few bullets but escapes the

intersection, BARRELING THROUGH A PLANTER before Doug regains

control. Ziggy floors it and chases after them --

Doug zips in and out of traffic, trying to lose Ziggy.

DOUG:

Do you have your seat belts on?

Jenna clicks hers in, terrified. Tess doesn’t bother.

TESS:

Are these seat belts bullet proof?

DOUG:

No.

TESS:

Then I don’t think it’ll matter!

Doug YANKS the wheel, causing Tess to SMACK her face on the

window. She curses in pain and buckles her seat belt...

Doug yanks the wheel again and ends up in a ROUNDABOUT --

He drives around the roundabout at top speed, Ziggy

following. But instead of exiting, Doug just keeps driving

inside it -- AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND --

ZIGGY:

Why is he doing this?!

FINCH:

Just stop the car. Stop and he’ll

blow past us on the way around.

Ziggy brakes. Doug sees it and stops, too. A standoff.

ZIGGY:

He stopped, too!

FINCH:

Just go again!

Ziggy guns it and Doug matches -- AROUND AND AROUND AGAIN --

JENNA:

I’m gonna throw up.

DOUG:

Me, too.

This time, Doug stops first. Instinctively, Ziggy does, too.

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FINCH:

Why did you stop?

ZIGGY:

He’s in my head!

Doug sees a narrow window in the traffic and SHOOTS THE GAP

out of the roundabout -- losing Ziggy in the process.

Ziggy slams on the brakes, blocked in by a mess of cars.

ZIGGY (CONT’D)

Well, this is just the tits. How

are we supposed to stop him when

he’s jolting around like that?

Finch stares down Tess’ car as it recklessly speeds away. He

gets an idea and digs through the GLOVE BOX, pulling out:

A POLICE SCANNER. He slams it on the dash, turning it on.

FINCH:

Why bother stopping him if someone

else will stop him for us?

Ziggy cracks a smile as POLICE CHATTER filters in.

INT. TESS’ CAR - MOVING - NIGHT

Though the car is calm, Doug’s attitude is anything but.

Jenna gets Tess’ attention and shows her GWEN’S CELL PHONE

hidden in her pants. Tess’ eyes light up, but Jenna holds a

“quiet” finger up to her lips. They need a plan.

TESS:

Doug? Jenna started her period. We

need to stop for tampons.

Jenna wasn’t expecting this, but goes along with it anyway.

JENNA:

Yeah, I’m totally bleeding.

DOUG:

You can’t stop when you’re on the

run, it defeats the whole point.

TESS:

Dude, I’ve been living with Jenna

for five years and we’re about to

be dealing with an elevator doors

in The Shining situation.

(MORE)

44.

TESS (CONT'D)

You might as well buy an air

freshener that smells like old band-

aids and wet aluminum.

JENNA:

He probably gets the point.

DOUG:

Fine, okay. I’ll find a store,

just... let me think for a minute.

Doug’s mind is elsewhere. He grips the wheel, nervous.

JENNA:

What’s wrong?

DOUG:

If those guys talk to my boss,

Blair’s gonna come babysit me.

JENNA:

Who’s Blair?

INT. TESS & JENNA’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

The doorknob jiggles. Turns. Opens.

BLAIR steps into the quiet apartment, wearing leather gloves

to hide fingerprints. He spies a few stray pillows on the

ground and looks around, stopping to notice something odd --

A MAKESHIFT BARRICADE has been built up to trap Gwen inside

the bathroom:
a desk, a few chairs, and an assortment of

pillows and knick-knacks. Obviously Doug’s doing.

Blair eyes it, curious...

INT. BATHROOM - SAME

Disaster zone, population: Gwen. She’s busy tracing her

reflection in the mirror with lipstick, clearly high.

Then, slowly but surely, she hears faint MUSIC from outside.

BACK TO LIVING ROOM:

The door to the bathroom begins to budge, being slammed from

the inside. The desk barricade scoots forward until Gwen

BURSTS OUT OF THE DOOR, SHOULDER FIRST --

She catches her breath outside until she notices Blair in the

living room, calmly playing JAZZ PIANO.

45.

GWEN:

Who the f*** are you now?

He holds up a finger... and finishes the song. Then, finally:

BLAIR:

Hi. I’m Blair.

A FEW MINUTES LATER:

Gwen sits on the couch. Blair offers her some ice water.

GWEN:

Are you a drug dealer, too?

BLAIR:

I prefer kingpin. Are you Tess?

GWEN:

Tess can get f***ed.

BLAIR:

Roommate, then.

Gwen doesn’t refute it. Blair makes a “bingo” gesture.

GWEN:

I’m Gwen.

BLAIR:

Ah, Gwen. Lovely name. Short for

Gwendolyn, I’m sure. Like wonderful

poet Gwendolyn Brooks.

GWEN:

Or wonderful poet Gwen Stefani.

Blair stands and surveys the room, looking for something.

BLAIR:

I am sincerely interested in your

roommate debacle here, but I’d like

to cut to the chase: do you know

what happened to the narcotics?

GWEN:

They’re in the bathroom. Sort of.

Blair peeks his head into the bathroom.

BLAIR:

Holy cats.

He adjusts his glasses, moving back to the living room.

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BLAIR (CONT’D)

And where did Doug go?

GWEN:

I heard him say he had more at his

apartment. That it might be enough

to replace or some crap.

BLAIR:

And one could surmise based on your

ability to Bruce Banner yourself

out of the washroom here that you

used some of the narcotics?

GWEN:

It wasn’t my fault. I fell when I

was trying to get out and-

BLAIR:

Shh, shh, shh. It’s perfectly fine.

GWEN:

Really? That’s super cool of you.

BLAIR:

You know me.

GWEN:

Actually, I don’t.

BLAIR:

Right. Well, best keep it that way.

Blair checks the time. Scratches his forehead.

BLAIR (CONT’D)

Just to do the safe thing for the

both of us, I’d prefer you not see

which way I’m going once I leave.

Is that equitable?

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