Wild Hogs Page #28

BOB:

Let's go slap the bull.

Doug smiles and taps fists with Bob and Woody.

CUT TO:

EXT. MAIN STREET - LATER

MUSIC CUE:
BLUE OYSTER CULT'S "(DON'T FEAR) THE REAPER."

DOUG, BOB and WOODY walk along main street, shoulder to

shoulder. They look to each other with a smile. Even

though they're walking into the mouth of the beast,

they're finally who they were in college again.

Fearless. They approach the diner and stand out on the

street, like gunslingers in the Old West, calling their

enemy out of the saloon.

MUSIC CUE:
FADE OUT

The front door of the bar opens and the HELLS ANGELS

swagger out. After a moment, the gang parts and JACK

steps out in front of them.

JACK:

Well, well. The "Wild Hogs." I'm glad

to see you're finally showing us a little

respect.

DOUG:

Where's Dudley?

Jack turns back and nods at one of the Hells Angels.

They push DUDLEY forward. We see he is now completely

cocooned in duct-tape - like a mummy. There is only a

small slit for his mouth and eyes.

DUDLEY:

(muffled from tape)

Hey, guyth.

Doug shakes his head.

DOUG:

Just hold tight, Dudley.

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Dudley tries to nod, but can't. He leans his torso back

and forth to signal "yes."

DOUG (CONT'D)

(TO JACK)

All right. Hand him over.

JACK:

Sure. Where's the cash?

Doug looks to Bob and Woody. They nod encouragingly.

Doug gathers his courage and turns back to Jack.

DOUG:

We're not giving you any money.

Jack looks surprised.

JACK:

Excuse me?

DOUG:

We're not going to play your games.

We're all adults, here. It's not

highschool. I'm sorry your bar got

burned down, and we'll be glad to help

you get it rebuilt, but we're done being

bullied by you. Now give us back Dudley,

and get out of this town.

The Hells Angels start to laugh. Jack turns back to them

and smiles, "Can you believe these guys?" Doug is

starting to lose his cool.

DOUG (CONT'D)

(yells to Jack)

Give us back our friend, a**hole!

The Hells Angels are suddenly silent. Jack turns back

and looks at Doug in disbelief - then rage. Doug starts

to look a little worried.

JACK:

What did you just call me?

DOUG:

(losing some confidence)

Ass... hole.

JACK:

You know what? I was just going to

pulverize your friend, here.

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JACK (CONT'D)

But now I'm pissed off. You're all going

to get hurt. Hells Angels style. Guys!

The Hells Angles nod and pick up various weapons:

Crowbars, tire irons, bats... They start moving towards

Doug, Woody and Bob. Bob looks to Doug.

DOUG:

(TO BOB)

What!? I thought they'd back down!

WOODY:

We can still outrun them. They're fat.

Woody turns around to see Hells Angles have now closed in

behind them, blocking their escape. Jack smiles.

JACK:

Hear that, guys!? He called you all fat!

WOODY:

sh*t.

(to Hells Angels)

I meant full-figured.

The Hells Angels close to within a few feet of the "Wild

Hogs," and raise their weapons to strike.

DOUG:

Wait!! Wait a minute!

The Hells Angels stop.

DOUG (CONT'D)

(TO JACK)

You want to beat the sh*t out of us?

Fine. But you outnumber us forty to

three. You think there's honor in that?

Why don't we make it fair, if you guys

are so freaking tough? The leader of our

gang against the leader of yours.

Jack smirks. He's twice as big as Doug.

JACK:

Me against you?

DOUG:

Yeah. But not just for Dudley. If you

win, we'll give you ten grand and go back

home. You'll never see us again. But...

If I win, you let Dudley go and you never

set foot in Lucas again. This town is

off limits to the Hells Angels. Forever.

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Jack looks back to the Hells Angels, who chuckle. This

will be a quick fight.

DOUG (CONT'D)

Well? You in, or are you too much of a

b*tch?

The Hells Angels freeze. Jack grits his teeth in rage

and turns back to Doug.

JACK:

All right. Let's party, tough guy.

DOUG:

Great.

Doug nods, trying to look confidant, but it's quickly

fading away.

DOUG (CONT'D)

(UNSURE)

Great.

CUT TO:

EXT. TOWN SQUARE - A FEW MINUTES LATER

DOUG and JACK are standing "in their corners," opposite

each other in the dirt parking lot. They're surrounded

by a circle of Hells Angels, rowdily waiting for the

fight to commence. WOODY and BOB coach Doug in his

corner.

WOODY:

Just stay clear of the big punches.

You've got more stamina than this guy.

DOUG:

All right. When do I hit back?

WOODY:

Um... Just try and get him tired. I

don't think punches will do much to him.

Doug gives Woody a concerned look. Woody shrugs. Jack

steps into the circle and throws off his jacket.

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