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YORGI:

Has it arrived yet?

Petra checks her computer. ON SCREEN she's monitoring their

BANK ACCOUNT.

PETRA:

Nothing. He had two days.

YORGI:

Perhaps he is not all he says he is.

Outside the Ivans nod approval and Xander heads to the office.

Yorgi looks to kirill, who puts his hand on his PISTOL.

Xander opens the door.

XANDER:

Very nice. I'm impressed.

YORGI:

I'm somewhat less so. We seem to

have a bit of a problem...

Just then Petra's computer BEEPS and the MONEY floods into

their account. Xander holds up a CELL PHONE and smiles.

XANDER:

I had to inspect the merchandise

first.

YORGI:

Of course.

He nods for Kirill to stand down.

OUTSIDE - the two transport trucks are driven off by the

Ivans. As they pull out they reveal ANOTHER CAR under a COVER.

XANDER:

What's this?

YORGI:

This is a gift. From me to you.

Anders pulls off the cover, revealing a cherry '72 PONTIAC

GTO.

YORGI:

It's a little nothing, you take it.

Xander checks out his new ride. Yorgi gets in the passenger

seat.

YORGI:

Come on, get in.

Xander sits behind the wheel and STARTS IT UP. The big engine

ROARS.

XANDER:

You're alright, Yorgi.

Next door to the warehouse sits an ABANDONED BUILDING. Up on

the sloped roof, Slovo spies down on the transaction. He's

got a camera with a big zoom lens.

SLOVO:

Smile, bychara.

Slovo snaps a few pictures but his view is obscured. To get

a better vantage, he JUMPS DOWN onto a lower part of the

roof.

CRUNCH! His foot BREAKS THROUGH THE SHABBY ROOF TILE.

Down below, Kirill hears the noise.

KIRILL:

Yorgi!

They all look to the abandoned building.

Through the second floor window they can see Slovo's leg

poking through the ceiling.

Xander is taken aback.

YORGI:

What in the hell...?

Yorgi turns to Xander, goes for his pistol.

Thinking fast, Xander does the same.

They draw simultaneously and hold the guns to each other's

heads as they sit in the car. Petra, Kirill and Anders draw

as well, all of them covering Xander.

YORGI:

What's going on, my friend?

XANDER:

You tell me! You got a sniper up

there or what?

YORGI:

He's not with us, Xander. He must be

with you.

XANDER:

(he c*cks the hammer)

Bullshit! You get your boy off that

roof or I swear to God I'm gonna

give you another hole to breathe out

of.

Yorgi stares, finally believes him. He lowers his gun.

YORGI:

Get him! Find out who he is!

By now Slovo is down the fire escape. He hits the ground and

goes running down the street.

The Anarchy 99 crew heads for their cars. Xander SPINS the

cylinder on his REVOLVER.

XANDER:

I've got him. Buckle up.

The GTO peels out.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Slovo is huffing and puffing as fast as he can when Xander

comes skidding around the corner. He looks back and sees the

speeding GTO.

YORGI:

That's the cop from the club!

Xander does the only thing he can. He puts the car sideways

and aims out the window as he slides to a stop.

Slovo turns and BLAM! Xander SHOOTS Slovo right in the chest.

IN SLO-MO:
a spray of BLOOD erupts from his chest and Slovo

falls backwards, his face frozen in a look of shock and

betrayal.

The smoking shell clatters to the ground.

Slovo blinks up at Xander, gasping for words, then lays still.

Xander hops out, rifles through Slovo's pockets. The other

Anarchy 99 cars pull up, the whole group looking on.

YORGI:

What are you doing? Get in the car!

Xander heads back to the GTO and the cars peel out.

INT. GTO - MOVING - DAY

The rest of Anarchy 99 follows behind the GTO.

YORGI:

I don't believe it! You can't shoot

a cop in the middle of the street!

XANDER:

(grim)

Had to do what I had to do.

He pulls out the roll of FILM. Yorgi laughs.

YORGI:

You say you get a million, you get

the million. Some cop gives us sh*t,

he's dead. Jesus Christ, man, you're

hard-core!

EXT. DEAD END STREET - DAY

The Ivans pull up in their transport trucks. They see all

the blood and rush towards Slovo. But something doesn't look

right.

Ivan 1 TASTES the blood and spits it out.

IVAN 1

It's sweet.

Ivan 2 pulls a CHROME DART from Slovo's chest. Slovo GROANS.

INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

It's a crowded basement rave club. Hot and sweaty RAVERS

dance in provocative outfits. The Anarchy 99 group is standing

on the best booth, right on the packed dance floor.

Surrounding them are a handful of MAFIYA BODYGUARDS who stand

at attention like the Secret Service.

Anders swings from a water pipe and then drops onto the table,

smashing glass.

A DRUNK GUY tries to pull Petra onto the dance floor and she

PUNCHES him. The Bodyguards drag the dude out for a proper

thrashing. Yorgi shatters a BOTTLE against the wall.

YORGI:

Total chaos, man! Welcome to Anarchy

99!

XANDER:

What's "Anarchy 99"?

YORGI:

It's all this craziness! It's what

we've been living since 99, when we

left the Army. One of our brothers

died in Grozny and we said the hell

with this sh*t. What for? He dies

for what? Politics? Who's politics?

Not ours.

XANDER:

You wanna see my politics?

Xander shows him a TATTOO on his arm. It shows PLANET EARTH

with a giant SCREW through it.

XANDER:

Screw the world. If I'm gonna die

for something, it better be b*tches

and money.

YORGI:

That's what I'm talking about, man!

That's why Anarchy 99 was born.

Yorgi rolls up his sleeve, revealing an Anarchy 99 tat (a

circled "A" with "99" underneath).

YORGI:

To us it means no walls, no speed

limits, no jails. It's everybody

does what he wants. People think

democracy is freedom but they don't

have a clue. There's an old punk

song. It says:
"America stands for

freedom, but if you think you're

free..."

XANDER:

"...try walking into a deli and

urinating on the cheese". 'Anarchy

Burger' by the Vandals.

YORGI:

You got it, man. It's stupid but

it's true. True freedom is when you

do whatever you want anytime you

want. That's when you know you're

living, man.

XANDER:

How you gonna do that with government

and rules everywhere?

YORGI:

Easy. You get enough money that you

grow an ass big enough for the whole

world to kiss.

Yorgi throws a fistful of money onto the dance floor. The

Xed out ravers swat it around like confetti.

YORGI:

You hang with us, buddy, taste some

freedom! Petra! Dance with this guy!

Yorgi melts into the dance floor crowd, leaving Xander alone

with Petra. She gets up grumpily and starts dancing. Xander

joins her, but she won't even look at him.

XANDER:

This is great, dancing with the back

of your head.

She reluctantly turns around.

XANDER:

If you got a problem with me, why

are we dancing?

PETRA:

Yorgi asked me to.

XANDER:

You do everything Yorgi says?

PETRA:

Go to hell.

XANDER:

It's gonna be like that, huh? You

got all bent out of shape as soon as

he started dancing with someone else.

Why's that?

PETRA:

Mind your business.

XANDER:

Did you guys used to date? That's

it, right? He broke your heart and

you're still soft on him. That's

funny, it don't seem to fit with a

tough broad like you.

She glares at him and walks away. Xander follows.

XANDER:

Where are you going?

PETRA:

Why are you still hanging around?

Your business is finished, you should

go home.

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