The Killer Page #19

4/6/92 D.G., W.H. 32.

Tibetan carpets.

Chinese paintings.

Jeff walks through the apartment to the front door.

Opens it.

Sidney comes in.

Carries the BLACK BRIEFCASE.

JEFF:

The briefcase. I guess somebody's got a big

problem.

Jeff walks into the kitchen.

JEFF:

'Want a beer?

SIDNEY:

Sure.

Jeff appears in the kitchen doorway.

JEFF:

How's the action hand?

Throws a can of beer at Sidney.

Sidney drops it.

SIDNEY:

Pretty useless.

He raises his right hand, looks at the frozen fingers.

JEFF:

If you don't use it, you lose it.

Jeff picks up the can.

Opens it.

Puts it in Sidney's hand.

JEFF:

Is it the hand or the nerve?

SIDNEY:

Just the hand.

Jeff indicates the briefcase.

JEFF:

Let's see what you' got?

SIDNEY:

Are you sure?

JEFF:

C'mon...

4/6/92 D.G. .. W.H. 33.

Sidney opens the briefcase.

INSERT - BRIEFCASE

A disassembled rifle.

A hand gun.

A photograph.

A smiling, middle aged Chinese man.

JEFF (V.O.)

Tony Weng...

JEFF & SIDNEY

JEFF:

I thought he was your boss.

SIDNEY:

So did he. That's why my boss wants him dead.

JEFF:

So who's your boss?

SIDNEY:

It's better you don't know.

JEFF:

You're right. I don't want to know...If I do this for

you, Sidney, we're clear forever. I don't owe you

anything else.

SlDNEY

You don't owe me this. You don't owe me anything.

Jeff just looks at him.

SIDNEY:

You want it or not?

JEFF:

I'll do it. I should do it for free. As a service to

humanity. This guy's a scumbag.

SIDNEY:

It won't be easy. He's got heavy protection around

all the time.

JEFF:

This is my last job. I'll do it right.

He picks up a gun.

Gives it a quick inspection...

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