The Limey Page #13
ED:
You think a f***in' guy like that ever
will? What more do you want, man?
Suddenly out of nowhere -- (a side street) -- BAM! -- another
car shoots out to cut them off, sideswiping them.
EXT. ROAD.
Wilson's car SKIDS into a spin from the impact.
THE OTHER CAR:
It's Avery. Chased them via a shortcut down the mountain.
Now jumps out of his car, levels a shotgun at them and pumps
off a BLAST.
WILSON'S CAR
BAM! -- the trunk pops open as the car rights itself. Avery
FIRES again, but the upended trunk is a kind of shield,
deflecting the shot.
INT. WILSON'S CAR.
Despite the fact that Ed is still in the driver's seat (and
managed rather skillfully to avoid crashing) -- Wilson acts
like he's not there, grabs the steering wheel, jams the car
into reverse, virtually sitting on Ed as he pounds his own
foot onto the gas pedal -- and with his ferocious eyes
monitoring the door-mirror, steamrolls the car backwards
towards Avery.
EXT. ROAD.
Wilson reverses his car like a speeding tank: SMASHING into
Avery's car. Pushing it right off the edge of the road.
AVERY:
Falls backwards to the ground as he gets the hell out of the
way.
WILSON:
Jumps out of his car. Gun drawn. Advancing on Avery with it
pointed.
AVERY'S CAR
CRASHING through underbrush down the steep bank of the
hillside.
WILSON'S FACE
SOUND of the divebombing car OVER. Another pointed echo of
his daughter's fate.
AVERY:
Their eyes meet momentarily. And before Wilson can shoot,
Avery rolls over the edge of the road himself.
ED:
Calls frantically to Wilson from their car.
ED:
C'mon, man! C'mon!
SIRENS in the distance.
WILSON:
That consuming rage overtaken him again for a second. But
the exigencies of the moment snap him out of it.
WILSON:
Turns on a dime, goes back to the car. Before he's halfway
in, Ed's driving them away again. Trunk at the back BANGING
up and down, up and down.
AVERY:
Pulls himself back up to the road. Brushing himself off.
Looking the way they went.
He gently tosses his shotgun down into some thick brush where
maybe he'll retrieve it later.
EXT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. AFTERNOON.
Avery returns, sweating, walking back up the road to where
all the action is. Party guests milling outside, waiting for
their cars so they can leave. A fire truck, a police car.
SMOKE pouring out of Valentine's garage.
Valentine finishes talking to a couple of COPS. Walks over to
Avery.
AVERY:
You should have let me do the talking.
VALENTINE:
Why, because you're my security
consultant?
(insecure)
This cocksucker nearly burnt my house
down.
AVERY:
(more concerned about police
presence)
What did you tell them.
Valentine blows air, runs a hand through his hair.
VALENTINE:
I told them a long-time employee flipped
out. Had a drug problem, refused
counselling. Set the garage on fire,
then committed suicide. One of my
"guests" tried to stop him -- but how do
you stop Gordon.
In this context meaning how did that rangy Englishman do it.
VALENTINE:
I mean, Gordon must weigh a good four
hundred pounds.
AVERY:
Heavier than that now. But are there any
drugs in that stomach to back up your
story.
VALENTINE:
As it happens. I didn't make that part
up.
AVERY:
And where is this guest? Don't they want
to interview him.
VALENTINE:
I don't know everyone here. He was so
traumatized he split.
(another notion)
Maybe he was Gordon's pusher.
Avery stares at Valentine. Impressed at him thinking on his
feet.
VALENTINE:
Where do you think he is, Mike.
AVERY:
(already turning)
We'll find him.
VALENTINE:
(stops him)
No. I mean. Not even your people should
be involved. Right? It's too close now.
AVERY:
You could use a few of my prime
shitkickers up here.
VALENTINE:
You think I'm staying?
AVERY:
There's already gonna be talk about how
people close to you keep falling into
canyons.
VALENTINE:
Well, can we make it one more. Nowhere
the f*** near me.
He's being glib, but he's being serious. His open-handed
gesture inquiring of Avery: are you up to the task?
AVERY:
I have other resources.
He turns to go.
EXT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. CANYON. AFTERNOON.
The huge dead bulk of Gordon hoisted back up to the deck by a
paramedic team.
INT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE.
Valentine comes back in. In the living room beyond, Adhara
stands anxiously, where she's been waiting for him. Cops
visible outside on the deck, peering over the edge.
VALENTINE:
Heading that way. Then stops. Backtracks. Something
peripherally had caught his eye and he returns to it. His
wall of photographs.
AN EMPTY FRAME:
The one that had contained the picture of Jenny.
CUT.
INT. WILSON'S CAR. AFTERNOON.
Safely down the hill. Driving away in traffic, Ed calmer
now.
WILSON:
Pulls the rolled-up photograph of his daughter out of his
jacket and looks at it.
CUT.
INT. POOL HALL. NIGHT.
Two characters stand, leaning, against a back wall. Staring
ahead, without purpose. Halfheartedly watching a game of
pool in progress. Just hanging out. Strange, threatening
characters. One of them is young. Lean, hungry-looking.
STACY is his name. A shrewd, scheming kid. But definitely a
little unhinged. Weirder is his companion. UNCLE JOHN. The
title isn't one of courtesy. He's an actual blood relative.
Maybe 25 years older than Stacy. But intellectually younger.
Physically, much bigger. The man is huge. Nevertheless, the
safer of the two -- until Stacy tells him otherwise. Way
they're standing next to each other suggests the ease they
feel in each other's company. Tight bond. They're good
buddies.
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