The Limey Page #23

ADHARA:

You guys are f***ing nuts, I'm calling --

She starts to stand. Valentine pulls her down.

ADHARA:

Hey.

TOM:

Mr. Avery.

Avery looks to Tom, who nods toward the back porch.

THEIR POV:

A silhouetted figure is tentatively making its way along the

porch, trying not to be seen. We don't get a very clear

glimpse.

AVERY:

Draws his gun and takes aim.

THE FIGURE:

Careful not to become fully visible, but growing more

courageous with each step.

AVERY:

Locked on him, waiting.

VALENTINE:

Puts Adhara's hand to her ears.

THE FIGURE:

We see a little more now than we have before.

AVERY:

He sees enough. Squeezes off a series of SHOTS, the muzzle

flash strobing the kitchen area like a flashbulb, Adhara and

Valentine flinching.

THE FIGURE:

Hit. Spinning and collapsing to the ground.

AVERY:

Lowers his gun. Turns to Tom.

AVERY:

Watch my back.

Avery moves out from behind the counter and heads for the

body.

EXT. BIG SUR HOUSE. BACK PORCH. NIGHT.

Avery makes his way to the figure, which is on its stomach

and writhing slightly.

AVERY:

Careful. Takes the gun and turns the body over.

STACY:

Stares up at him, choking on his last few breaths.

AVERY:

Puzzled. What the hell is this guy doing here? He starts

feeling around Stacy's jacket for anything useful, but is

interrupted when his hand EXPLODES, accompanied by the sound

of a gunshot. He screams in pain.

INT. BIG SUR HOUSE. KITCHEN. NIGHT.

Valentine and Adhara drop to the floor. Tom, gun raised and

pointing, tries to see who shot Avery.

EXT. BIG SUR HOUSE. BACK PORCH. NIGHT.,/u>

Avery is turning toward his assailant, but not fast enough.

A shot rings out and part of his neck disappears in a blossom

of blood. Stunned, he falls on his side, gasping.

AVERY'S POV

Uncle John. Close by, huddled by the lip of the cliff. He

starts to move cautiously toward Avery and Stacy.

INT. BIG SUR HOUSE. KITCHEN. NIGHT.

Tom squints, trying to see.

TOM:

F***.

VALENTINE:

What?

TOM:

Avery's down.

TOM'S POV

A piece of Uncle John's silhouette appears.

TOM:

Fires at it. Didn't hit anything.

TOM:

F*** this.

Tom jumps up and runs for the living room, firing his gun in

front of him toward where he last saw Uncle John's

silhouette.

LIVING AREA:

Tom runs through and reaches the sliding doors to the back

porch. A portion of the frame SPLINTERS from a gun shot as

he gains access to the other side of the back porch.

EXT. BIG SUR HOUSE. BACK PORCH. NIGHT.

Tom is through the sliding doors and trying to make his way

around to the driveway.

UNCLE JOHN:

Crouched behind the opposite end of the porch, sticks his

head up.

HIS POV:

Tom crossing to the steps, slips on the damp wood, tries to

right himself.

UNCLE JOHN:

Squeezes off two shots.

TOM:

Is shot in the ankle as he is about to reach the steps. He

yelps in pain, tries to raise his gun.

UNCLE JOHN:

Crouched down. A shot flies over his head.

TOM:

Stops shooting. Tries dragging his shattered ankle to the

steps.

UNCLE JOHN:

Looks over the edge of the porch.

HIS POV:

Tom turning toward the steps.

UNCLE JOHN:

Fires at him.

TOM:

Screams again as his elbow of his gun hand disintegrates. He

slips on the first step and tumbles down, the gun bouncing

beside him.

UNCLE JOHN:

Sees this. Stands up to cross the back porch. Takes a step

forward but is stopped by a bullet in the chest (about the

only clean shot anybody makes). He looks down at himself.

UNCLE JOHN:

Sh*t.

He looks up to SEE:

AVERY:

Near death. Gun in his good hand. He squeezes the trigger

again.

UNCLE JOHN:

A small black hole appears in his cheek. He blinks, begins

to raise his hand to his face, and collapses.

AVERY:

Exhales and rolls over.

TOM:

Still trying to get to his feet. He gives up and just lies

there, panting.

A HAND:

Reaches for the gun beside Tom. Tilt up with it to reveal:

ED:

He puts the gun in his jacket and slides away.

INT. BIG SUR HOUSE. KITCHEN. NIGHT.

Valentine and Adhara are still stuck behind the counter.

Valentine sees the shadowy shape of Ed slipping behind the

back porch.

VALENTINE:

Decides to make a run for it, following Tom's route, away

from Ed.

ADHARA:

Where are you going?

LIVING ROOM:

Valentine runs to the sliding door, smack into:

WILSON:

Standing there. Wet. Mad. He grabs Valentine by the shirt

and pushes him back into the room.

VALENTINE:

Bounces off the couch and onto the floor.

WILSON:

Comes toward him.

VALENTINE:

Grabs a lamp off an end table and hurls it at Wilson. It

careens off Wilson's arm and shatters.

WILSON:

Is almost on him now.

VALENTINE:

Tries to scramble away. Throwing anything he can get his

hands on at.

WILSON:

Who keeps coming. He grabs Valentine, pulls him up, then

throws him into the television.

VALENTINE:

Crashes into the TV face first and bounces to the floor.

WILSON:

Goes to him, grabs him by the neck with one hand and pulls

out his gun with the other. He seems about to speak when

suddenly he screams instead.

WILSON:

AAAAGGGGHHHH!

ADHARA:

Has just stuck a kitchen knife into Wilson's back.

WILSON:

Turns instinctively and whips the pistol around, smashing

Adhara in the mouth.

ADHARA:

Hits the ground. She won't be retaliating.

WILSON:

In agony, spinning, trying to reach the knife in his back,

but IT'S JUST BEYOND HIS REACH.

VALENTINE:

Scrambles through the sliding glass door.

EXT. BIG SUR HOUSE. BACK PORCH. NIGHT.

Valentine stumbles out. Notices Avery slumped on the deck,

mortally wounded. Goes to him -- as if concerned -- but

actually just to take the gun. Then runs off the porch

toward the STEPS that lead down to the sea.

WILSON:

Comes out after him, the knife still in his back. So intent

on catching Valentine he fails at first to notice Avery lying

in the shadows.

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