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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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