The Limey Page #12

VALENTINE:

I suppose that's good, unless things were

fine the way they were.

WILSON:

Oh, I think a shake-up was in order.

Definitely. Otherwise, people get lazy,

don't they? Forgetful. Start thinking

they can get away with things. Gotta

shake 'em up now and again, make 'em pay

attention.

Wilson looks at him. Valentine looks back. Something about

those eyes...

EXCITED GUY:

Terry, Terry...

The Excited Guy appears, tugging at Valentine.

WILSON:

Glad I got to meet you.

EXCITED GUY:

Ter... Ter... you gotta...

VALENTINE:

Thanks. You, too.

WILSON:

Be seein' you.

The Excited Guy ushers Valentine away. Wilson watches him

go.

EXCITED GUY:

Charles Grodin is here.

CUT.

INT. VALENTINE'S GARAGE. AFTERNOON.

Ed, waiting. Wilson enters.

WILSON:

Got it?

Ed displays the Sterno.

WILSON:

Toolbox?

Ed points to a table, where a toolbox sits. Wilson crosses

to it, begins going through the contents.

WILSON:

Put the Sterno on the ground, near the

center of the garage.

Ed does. Wilson pulls a brace-and-bit from the toolbox and

crosses to the rear of one of the cars. Dropping to the

ground, he bores a hole in the gas tank. Ed raises his

eyebrows and moves toward the door. Wilson crosses to the

other car and puts a hole in that gas tank as well. Then he

puts the brace-and-bit back in the toolbox and heads for the

exit, Ed right behind him, giving a quick backward glance.

THE GASOLINE:

Spills out, slowly but steadily, and slithers toward the

garage door.

EXT. BETWEEN VALENTINE'S HOUSE AND GARAGE. AFTERNOON.

Wilson and Ed walk briskly along the path.

WILSON:

(gives Ed parking ticket)

Bring the motor around. Bang out in

front, right?

ED:

You goin' back inside?

WILSON:

One thing I need.

INT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. DOWNSTAIRS. AFTERNOON.

Valentine is talking to Gordon, his beefy bodyguard, and

looking around. He stops as he sees Wilson once again

stepping onto the deck. He points Wilson out to Gordon, who

nods and heads for the deck.

EXT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. AFTERNOON.

Ed hands the ticket to a Valet. He exchanges looks with a

couple of the other Valets.

INT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. DOWNSTAIRS. AFTERNOON.

Valentine is talking to Adhara, who is introducing her

Girlfriend. As Valentine greets her, he glances outside

where Gordon is approaching Wilson on the deck.

EXT. DECK.

Wilson SEES Gordon approaching. Gets ready to greet him.

Removes cigarette from mouth, drops it to floor of deck,

presses it out under his shoe. Limbers up his shoulders in a

subtle way.

Gordon coming towards him. As if to challenge Wilson's

legitimacy as an invited guest. Closer. About to speak.

But Wilson doesn't even give him a chance to do that. In

quick succession: Wilson HEAD BUTTS Gordon, splintering his

nose; KNEES him in the groin; then, using the knee for

leverage, grabs Gordon by the lapels -- and heaves him over

the railing!

It happened so fast that if anyone else is nearby they

probably didn't even notice -- or didn't readily grasp what

they saw.

INT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE.

Valentine had turned his attention back to Adhara and her

Girlfriend. When he glances back to the deck he's a little

concerned not to see Gordon anywhere out there anymore --

just Wilson coming back in.

WILSON:

Adjusting his jacket, walking back through the house. Behind

him, people are rushing to the railing and looking over. A

few yells of "Call an ambulance!" etc. are heard.

VALENTINE:

Moves that way.

WILSON:

Moving across the room towards the front door. They are

heading right toward each other.

WILSON AND VALENTINE

Pass each other, eyes locked, almost dream-like. Wilson's

eyes cold, though with the hint of a smile. Valentine throws

a last look back before reaching the deck.

EXT. DECK.

Valentine pushes through to look over the railing.

HIS POV:

Gordon -- a crumpled, inert heap way down the hill below.

VALENTINE:

Turns to look toward the front door. Wilson not to be seen.

Valentine pushes through the crowd toward the door.

EXT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. AFTERNOON.

Valentine emerges in time to see Ed and Wilson pulling away.

Wilson looks at him, impassive, through the passenger window.

AVERY:

Is just arriving in his car. Valentine gestures at him.

Suddenly we HEAR a loud, bass-heavy WHHUUUMMMPPP.

Valentine (and a few others) turn toward the sound, which

came from:

THE GARAGE:

There is smoke coming from under the door.

EXT. CANYON ROAD. AFTERNOON.

Wilson's car practically tobogganing back down the hill.

BOOM! We hear an explosion from back UP the hill.

INT. WILSON'S CAR.

Ed jumps -- though he's driving. The gas pedal his most

pressing concern. Negotiating the dangerously winding road

comes second. Exhilaration mixed with panic.

WILSON:

Steady on.

ED:

You steady on, man. What the f*** else

did you do back there.

EXT. ROAD.

An especially sharp curve looms ahead.

WILSON:

Flinches, grabs a handhold.

CURVE:

Car makes it around on two side wheels.

WILSON:

Gulps.

WILSON:

Bloody hell.

Ed regains control.

AVERY:

In his car, takes a different turn.

EXT. ROAD. CAR.

Swerves some more curves. Should be some sense here that a

similar skyline route would have been taken by Wilson's

daughter on her final drive.

INT. WILSON'S CAR.

ED:

Why didn't you just kill him, you had the

chance.

WILSON:

That would be too easy.

ED:

Too easy?

WILSON:

He's gotta know why.

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