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INT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - SAME

Flynn jumps onto the bed next to Emma. She moves to get off,

but he grabs her wrist.

EMMA

I have to pee.

He stares at her.

FLYNN

Alright, then...

INT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - BATHROOM - NIGHT

Tamara let’s the water fall over her body. Washing away the

horrors of the day.

She grabs some shampoo. Lathers her hair. And then a bar of

soap. She caresses every part of herself.

We HEAR the DOOR CLICK SHUT.

TAMARA

Gun’s on the counter.

She washes the soap from her hair and eyes. Opens the curtain

to REVEAL -

EMMA standing at the sink.

EMMA

You trust me?

TAMARA

That’s the idea.

Emma picks up the .44 off the counter. She hefts it in her

hand.

TAMARA

Soon as I come out of the bathroom -

-

EMMA

I blow his fucking head off. It’s a

good plan.

Emma tucks the gun in the back of her jeans and smiles at

Tamara. She opens the door and -

CRACK! Flynn nails her in the mouth with the butt of the

shotgun.

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Emma stumbles back into the bathroom, mouth gushing.

TAMARA

Flynn, what the fuck???

Flynn spins Emma around, pulls the gun from the back of her

jeans and palms the gun and --

PISTOL WHIPS Tamara. She goes ass over ankles into the tub,

smacking her head on the tiles...

FLYNN

I figured you to fuck me one way or

the other.

He grabs Emma by the arm and FLINGS her into the bedroom,

following her...SLAMS THE DOOR TO THE BATHROOM SHUT.

INT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - SAME

Flynn holds the shotgun on Emma as she struggles to staunch

the bleeding from her mouth.

With his other hand and holds the bathroom door closed.

FLYNN

I never trusted that cunt.

(to the door)

YOU HEAR ME YOU SKANK WHORE. I

NEVER TRUSTED YOUR ASS.

(beat)

I guess the question is might you

be worth dead.

From inside the bathroom, Tamara slams her hands against the

door.

TAMARA (O.S.)

Flynn. Open the fucking door.

FLYNN

NO CAN DO.

INT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - BATHROOM - SAME

Tamara slams her hands against the door.

TAMARA

What’re you gonna do? Kill us? You

can’t kill me, Flynn.

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INT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - SAME

Flynn is incredulous.

FLYNN

You can’t kill me, Flynn.

INT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - BATHROOM - SAME

Tamara leans against the door.

FLYNN (O.S.)

Hell if I can’t. What were you

going to do? Tickle me softly with

your pretty bullets?

TAMARA

Fuck off...

BEHIND HER - A SHADOW DESCENDS FROM THE CEILING.

TAMARA

EMMA!!! KILL HIM THE SECOND YOU GET

THE CHANCE.

She turns around...RIGHT INTO DRIVER’S KNIFE.

And he plunges the knife deep into her belly.

He pushes her back into the tub, tearing the curtain down

between them, muffling Tamara’s screams as he twists the

blade. Legs kicking wildly as blood and water spiral down the

drain.

INT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - NIGHT

Flynn listens to Tamara in the bathroom.

FLYNN

That’s right, baby. Get mad. But

you made your bed.

(to Emma)

And you were gonna trust that

tweaker. Girl’s got a streak in her

bent as a Polish highway. What a

tool.

JUST THEN, POLICE LIGHTS FLARE UP THE PARKING LOT.

Flynn reacts to the lights and then points the gun at Emma.

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FLYNN

Don’t say a fucking word.

Beat. There’s a knock on the door. Flynn is scattered.

FLYNN

Alright. Fuck. Let’s deal with

this.

Flynn opens the door. The SHERIFF, 40’s, grizzled, is all

cowboy cool.

SHERIFF

Son, I think you better step

outside with me.

Flynn steps out with the Sheriff.

EXT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - NIGHT

The Sheriff has his back turned to Flynn as he walks several

paces away from the door.

SHERIFF

Now, I think we have ourselves a

case of identity confusion. Harris

here at the Highwayman seems to

remember a fella coming through

with the same name as you.

(beat)

Now I know that wouldn’t be so

strange if it wasn’t for the

fella’s name being so unusual.

As he turns around, Flynn pulls his gun and...

BLAM!!! The slug punches a softball size hole through the

middle of the Sheriff’s face.

INT. MOTEL - ROOM 15

Emma reacts to the gunshot.

The FRONT DOOR opens. Flynn screams at her.

FLYNN

OUT. OUT. OUT.

Emma hesitates. Flynn grabs her by the hair...

EMMA

Let...go...of...me, creep.

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EXT. MOTEL - ROOM 15 - CONTINUOUS

As Flynn drags Emma to the Jeep...

The FRONT DOOR to room 15 swings open. Flynn and Emma turn.

FLYNN

Oh, shit...

TAMARA stumbles out. She’s naked and covered in blood,

holding her stomach. She walks several steps toward the

others.

TAMARA

Help me.

She hold out her hands to REVEAL - she’s been gutted and...

Tamara’s insides fall out onto the gravel parking lot.

EMMA

NOOOOO!

Tamara falls to her knees and then face first onto her own

internal organs.

THE SOUND OF A CAR REVVING and...Flynn and Emma turn to

see...

THE SHERIFF’S CAR, IN REVERSE, BEARING DOWN ON THEM.

Emma runs. Flynn fumbles with his gun, is about to take aim

when --

The CAR HITS FLYNN. He pirouettes over the trunk, bounces off

the hood and slams onto the parking lot.

INT. SHERIFF’S CAR - SAME

Driver SNAPS THE CAR INTO DRIVE and...

EXT. MOTEL - SAME

EMMA RUNS toward the construction zone at the far end of the

parking lot.

Suddenly she’s bathed in headlights.

THE SHERIFF’S CAR IS BEARING DOWN ON HER.

She makes it to the pavement’s edge and slides down a steep

embankment just as...

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EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT

THE SHERIFF’S CAR PLOWS through a pile of dirt and gravel and

catches air...

The CAR clears Emma and NOSE DIVES twelve feet down the

embankment, slamming grill first and turtle-backs hard,

crushing the roof.

Suddenly, everything is very quiet.

As the dust settles.

THE DOOR TO THE CRUISER KICKS OPEN.

Emma can’t believe it.

DRIVER crawls out of the car. His shoulder is badly

dislocated. It’s pretty fucking ugly. He grabs his wrist and

JERKS his shoulder back into its socket. CRUNCH!

AND THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER. AND IT’S BIZARRE. THE LOVE IN

DRIVER’S EYES IS SO REAL.

Emma shakes her head. This can’t be happening. Not again.

She runs.

EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - NIGHT

Emma sprints past a slew of heavy machinery.

Driver limps after her.

She turns. Sees him. She’s hysterical.

EMMA

LEAVE ME ALONE.

Keeps running. Driver is silent in his pursuit. As they near

a column...

FLYNN TURNS THE CORNER, BEAT UP, BUT STILL TICKING, SHOTGUN

IN HIS HAND.

Life slows down. Emma hits the dirt just as...

Flynn FIRES, catching Driver in the chest and he is launched

backward. He lands hard. Lays there, not moving.

Flynn walks forward. Approaches prone Driver.

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Suddenly, Driver heaves, back arching, catching his breath.

Flynn backs away.

He claws at his chest to REVEAL -- a BULLETPROOF VEST under

his coveralls. He pulls at it, loosening it, taking the

tightness out of his lungs when he looks up at...

FLYNN smiles, his finger on the trigger.

FLYNN

Do they make one of those for your

face?

CRACK!!! Emma delivers a shovel blow to the side of Flynn’s

skull.

Flynn drops like a stone.

Emma picks up the shotgun. Driver struggles to sit up.

DRIVER

Must admit, I didn’t see that

coming.

Emma turns the gun on him.

EMMA

Let him get the honor of killing

you? I don’t think so.

DRIVER

Emma. C’mon. We have a special

something.

EMMA

You’re out of your mind.

DRIVER

No. I’m very much in my mind.

Driver struggles to his feet.

DRIVER

After all we’ve been through,

you’re going to go with this? Don’t

you find it...trite?

EMMA

This isn’t one of your sociopathic

stagings. This is you dying.

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DRIVER

Now there it is. If this were, I

don’t know, say one of my

sociopathic stagings, I would have

you say exactly that.

He takes a step toward her.

DRIVER

And then I would say, “Go ahead,

pull the trigger.”

EMMA

No problem.

Emma pulls the trigger. An EMPTY CLICK...

DRIVER

College girls...they think they got

it all figured out.

He takes the barrel in his hand and...

DRIVER

It’s called pump action for a

reason.

YANKS THE GUN FREE FROM HER GRIP. Pumps it and FIRES IT right

past her head. BAM!!! She doesn’t even flinch.

But she doesn’t run either. She’s resigned...

DRIVER

You can’t kill me, Emma. I’m deep

inside you.

He places the gun at his side and FLICKS OUT HIS ARM --

The HUNTING KNIFE slides into the palm of his hand.

He places his palm on the back of her neck and JAMS THE KNIFE

RIGHT OVER HER PELVIS at the point of HER TWO INCH SCAR.

DRIVER

Now it’s my turn to set you free.

Emma gasps at the pain. Driver holds her tight as we go --

CLOSE ON - Driver plunges his fingers into the cut, digging

into Emma’s abdomen right under her skin, between the fat and

muscle.

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DRIVER

(softly in her ear)

Breathe.

And PULLS OUT...A BLOODY TRANSISTOR. A GPS DEVICE THAT HAD

BEEN EMBEDDED INTO HER FLESH.

Driver pushes away from Emma. She looks up at him.

DRIVER

Now it’s your turn to find me.

Emma drops to her knees, holding her bleeding side. Driver

picks up the gun, notices...

FLYNN is pulling himself along the gravel.

ON FLYNN - He looks around for Driver. Sees Emma, alone,

holding her side and...

BUMPS INTO DRIVER’S BOOTS. Shotgun hanging at his heel. Eyes

peel upward.

ON DRIVER - He flips Flynn onto his back. Lays a heavy foot

on Flynn’s chest.

Driver looks up the embankment.

HARRIS, the motel owner, stands, silently watching from the

embankment’s edge.

DRIVER

(to Harris)

I think this fella stole my wallet.

Driver reaches down and PLUCKS HIS WALLET from Flynn’s

pocket.

DRIVER

Look at that.

(beat)

Stop. Thief.

And nonchalantly points the shotgun against Flynn’s face and

BLOWS HIS HEAD OFF.

Harris is frozen in fear.

DRIVER

One of the unfortunate drawbacks to

learning my name.

AS WE GO TO BLACK...ANOTHER SHOTGUN BLAST...and the SOUND OF

SIRENS.

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INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT

It’s controlled mayhem. Clearly it’s been a busy night.

INT. HOSPITAL - ICU - NIGHT

A DOCTOR, we don’t see his face, walks down the hallway. He

looks in on several patients and stops at...

DENNY. Wounds dressed. Drugged. Resting peacefully.

The Doctor approaches Denny’s bed. He reviews the chart.

Flips through it. Denny opens his eyes.

ON THE DOCTOR - It’s DRIVER. He smiles at Denny.

DRIVER

No one lives.

And he DRIVES THE CHART INTO DENNY’S THROAT and PUSHES with

all his strength until...

Denny’s HEAD FALLS AWAY FROM HIS BODY.

EXT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT

An AMBULANCE roars up and parks. LOCAL NEWS CREWS ARE ALREADY

ON THE SCENE...

Paramedics race around and open the back and wheel out --

EMMA, on a gurney. The NEWSCASTERS descend on the girl, but

are strong-armed by the paramedics as they wheel her past...

DRIVER. He turns away, an imperceptible inch, and just like

that, Emma is gone, enveloped again into the womb of the real

world.

FADE OUT:

THE END

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