Strange Days Page #18

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INT./ EXT. LIMO AND SAN PEDRO STREET - NIGHT

Mace has the big car floored. She looks in the rear-view

as the truck gains on them. Mace is doing her thing...

what she's trained for. Security driving. She whips some

moves in the big car, but the truck is closing on them.

LENNY:

(holding on)

Oh no, we're not being followed,

Lenny, Don't be so paranoid, Lenny.

They hear rounds hitting the car, and look back. The

truck is right behind them.

LENNY:

Sh*t!

MACE:

Take it easy. The glass is bullet

resistant.

LENNY:

Bullet resistant? Whatever happened

to bullet proof?

MACE:

Lenny. Calm down. This is what I

do.

THE LIMO slides broadly through a turn, side slamming a

parked van. Mace accelerates. The truck stays with them.

Engelman is leaning out the passenger side window with an

AK-47 assault rifle. He rips off several burst which

riddle the limo, cracking the glass in starburst patterns.

The Lexan-laminated windows are cracked to hell, but the

rounds don't come all the way through.

Spreg's truck comes alongside, ramming them. The impact

drives them sideways. Mace swerves to miss a light-

standard and finds herself roaring between warehouse

buildings which front the harbor.

The truck stays right with them. Engelman fires bursts at

the tires, shredding them off the rims. The limo thunders

along on steel rims, throwing rooster-tails of orange

sparks.

Mace finds herself boxed in by the buildings. No way to

turn. Ahead is a short concrete pier. She hits the

brakes and the limo skids on its rims out onto the pier,

stopping before it reaches the end.

They are trapped.

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EXT. SAN PEDRO PIER - NIGHT

Engelman and Spreg jump out of the truck, taking cover

behind it. They rake the limo with bursts from their AK-

47s.

INSIDE THE CAR. Lenny and Mace keep their heads down

below the door frame. It sounds like they are inside a

steel drum in some psychotic Calypso band. But the

armored body panels hold.

Lenny is punching his cellular.

LENNY:

Goddamnit!! 911 is busy!

MACE:

It's okay, Lenny

(he looks at her

hopefully)

They'd never get here in time

anyway.

Mace has reloaded her Sig and is trying to open the door

on her side (away from the bad guys). It is jammed from

the sideswiping.

Spreg reaches into the bed of the truck and pulls out a

gallon gas can. He uncaps it and throws it across the

pavement. It slides under the limo, glugging its contents

onto the ground. Spreg grabs a road-flare from under the

seat of the truck and strikes the cap, lighting it.

He tosses the flare under the limo...

KA-WHOOMPH!! The gas can explodes in a fireball. The

Continental is engulfed in flames. From the inside all

Lenny and Mace can see is fire. All the windows are

covered in roaring flames.

MACE:

(matter-of-fact)

This is bad.

LENNY:

The gas tank's going to go any

second!

Mace slams the car into gear and floors it. The powerful

Lincoln thunders forward. It crashes through a chain-link

fence and launches right off the end of the pier. A

fireball plunging in a meteoric arc into the oily black

water.

Inside, they are slammed forward by the impact. The car

sinks.

UNDERWATER:
The car hits bottom, twenty feet down, sitting

there amid the junk. Shafts of light play down from the

big streetlights at the end of the pier.

INSIDE, Lenny and Mace are in a flooding black tomb.

LENNY:

Are you out of your f***ing mind?!

MACE:

Fire's out, isn't it?

She scrambles into the back seat. She wrenches at the

rear seatback, pulls it free... and crawls half-into the

huge trunk. Water is up around their legs. She grabs her

shotgun:
a sawed-off ten-gauge.

MACE:

Get in here. Come on Lenny, move

it. MOVE!!

Mace yanks him toward her and he tumbles in.

MACE:

Get ready to hold your breath.

She aims the ten-gauge at the trunk latch mechanism.

MACE:

Lenny, kick out hard, then just

follow me. Okay?

He nods. BLAM!! She blows the trunk latch into shrapnel.

The trunk lid belches open in a whoosh of bubbles. Lenny

and Mace kick out, heading toward the lights of the pier.

ON THE SURFACE:
Mace breaks the surface slowly alongside

the slimy concrete wall. Lenny comes up beside her,

spluttering. Her hand goes over his mouth. They are in

the inky shadows under a massive bumper made of rail-road

ties.

Engelman and Spreg are standing above them, scanning the

black water over the barrels of their AKs.

SPREG:

Let's get out of here.

They run back to the truck and high-tail it out of there.

Down below, Lenny and Mace are clinging to the pier,

chest-deep in the water. They hear the truck pulling

away. They let out a big exhalations of relief.

CUT TO LENNY AND MACE walking on the pier, shoes

squishing. They leave a shiny trail behind them.

MACE:

I can't believe we had to give them

the damn tape.

LENNY:

Yeah, me neither. It was one of my

favorites. Me and Faith in a hot

tub on my birthday. I'm going to

really miss it.

He feels around in his jacket pocket. He pulls out the

MYSTERY TAPE... nice and dry in its plastic case. He

holds it up to show a grinning Mace.

LENNY:

Are we impressed yet?

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INT./ EXT. FREEWAY AND CURTIS' CAR - NIGHT

7:
45 P.M.

Lenny and Mace, still wet, riding in the back seat of

Curtis' car.

CURTIS:

(pissed)

I got better things to do on New

Year's Eve than be some kinda damn

chauffeur...

MACE:

Hey Curtis? Just drive.

Curtis swears. But he shuts up and drives.

LENNY:

Those two guys were cops.

MACE:

You sure?

LENNY:

It's the walk. Something. Anyway,

they'll run your plates and get your

address. We gotta keep moving.

Mace takes it in. She nods.

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INT. MACE'S HOUSE

Mace comes in the front door and walks straight to the TV,

switching it off. Zander and Cecile are shocked.

CECILE:

Lornette, girl... what's going on?

Lenny goes past them and starts grabbing his stuff...

wardrobe bag, playback gear.

MACE:

(to Zander)

We're going to aunt Cecile's, honey.

We're going to watch fireworks from

there. Let's go. Chop chop.

ZANDER:

Aw, Mom!

LENNY:

Come on Zander. You can ride on my

shoulders. Here you go.

Lenny hoists him overhead and goes out the door. Cecile

catches up to Mace in the hall, just as she is opening a

locked cabinet and pulling out a little .380 auto, holster

and ammo.

MACE:

Cecile, get in the car. Now.

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INT./ EXT. STREET AND CIVIC - NIGHT

Sirens pierce the night. Two pillars of fire are visible

blocks away. There are dark crowds of people everywhere.

People on the sidewalks, lighting fireworks. There are

flashes and explosions. It could be a celebration, or a

war zone. Maybe both. Or one about to turn into the

other.

Mace is driving, scanning the streets. She has her .380

auto in her hand, resting in her lap. Lenny is riding

shotgun, while Curtis, Cecile and Zander are in the back

seat.

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EXT. CECILE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

It is gang territory pure and simple. Blacks and

Hispanics. Graffiti everywhere. Burned-out buildings.

Lenny sees abject poverty, here. Even so, people are

partying.

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