Armed and Dangerous: Screenplay Part 6

DIRK AND NATHAN POV:

Dirk sees Hilda tugging on the rear exit door.  He FIRES TWO SHOTS and misses.  He fires A THIRD SHOT as Hilda opens the door and runs out.

Nathan follows Dirk to the back room and secures the door again.

                         NATHAN

          Where the hell did she come from?

Dirk runs to the front window and peeks out.  HE SEES HILDA RUN TOWARD THE POLICE.

                         DIRK

          She never saw our faces.

          She can’t ID us.

Dirk storms toward Lindsay and Kelly.  He grabs Kelly by the hair and pulls her off her seat.  He puts the HOT MUZZLE to her forehead.  KELLY CRIES OUT.  The muzzle leaves a small impression in her skin.

                         DIRK

          I should have done this sooner.

                         NATHAN

          Let her go.

Dirk points his gun at Nathan.

                         DIRK

          Now it’s my turn.

Nathan puts his hands in the air.

                         NATHAN

          This won’t help anything.

          So one of them got away.

          Big deal.  She can’t hurt us.

Dirk hesitates for a second.  He looks at Kelly, then back at Nathan.

                         NATHAN

          Please.  Too many people are

          hurt already.

Dirk pulls the trigger.  CLICK.  The gun is empty.

Dirk laughs.  He lets go of Kelly, who runs back to the hostage group.

Dirk dumps the spent .357 casings on the floor.  He digs more bullets from his pocket and reloads.

                         DIRK

          I wish I could see your face.

EXT. DINER PARKING LOT – DAY

Sheriff Thorton grabs Hilda by her shoulders and looks her in the eye.  Hilda’s hyped on adrenaline.  Out of breath.  In a state of shock.

                         SHERIFF

          It’s all right.  Shhhh.

It’s all right.  Are you hurt?

Hilda shakes her head.  A paramedic rushes over.

                         SHERIFF

          She’s all right.

                         PARAMEDIC

          I still need to evaluate her.

Hilda swallows hard.  Her hands are shaking.

                         HILDA

          I’m all right.

She waves the paramedic off.

                         SHERIFF

                 (to Hilda)

          What happened in there?

Hilda takes a step back.  She’s reeling from what happened.

                         HILDA

          I saw three men with guns.

They’re wearing masks.

       (beat)

One of them shot a cop.

                          SHERIFF

          Is he still alive?

Hilda shakes her head.

                          HILDA

                 (about to cry)

          They shot him twice in the chest.

                 (crying)

          I think they killed him.

The Sheriff punches the air in frustration.

                          SHERIFF

          Son of a bitch.

Dale approaches.

                         DALE

          What happened?

                         SHERIFF

          Chuck’s dead.

                         DALE

          Shit…God dammit!  I fucking

          new this would happen.

                         SHERIFF

                (to Hilda)

          Is anyone else hurt?

                         HILDA

          A waitress got shot in the arm.

                         SHERIFF

          What about the cook?

                         HILDA

          They burned his hand but

          he’s all right.

                         DALE

          How many people are in there?

Hilda’s flustered, dizzy, STARTS TO FAINT.  THE SHERIFF CATCHES HER.

                         SHERIFF

                 (to Paramedic)

          Stay with her.

The Sheriff jogs to—

HIS CAR

The SWAT Commander follows him.  Sheriff Thorton grabs his MEGAPHONE from the passenger seat.

                         SHERIFF

          This is Sheriff Thorton.

          Throw out your weapons and

step out now.

The SWAT Commander pushes the megaphone aside.

                          SWAT COMMANDER

          What are you doing?

                          SHERIFF

          Trying to end this thing.

                          SWAT COMMANDER

          And kill everyone inside?

                          SHERIFF

          We have to do something.

Sheriff Thorton runs his hand through his hair.  He tosses the megaphone in the car.

                         SHERIFF

My brother’s inside there.

                         SWAT COMMANDER

          I’m aware of that.  I’m also aware

          there are a dozen other hostages.

          We’re doing everything we can.

                         SHERIFF

          Well it’s not enough.

                         SWAT COMMANDER

          Call the diner.  Keep them

talking as long as you can.

We’ll get your people out.

INT. DINER – DAY

Nathan and Dirk pace back and forth near the counter.  THE PHONE RINGS.

                         NATHAN

          What if she can ID us?

                         DIRK

          She never saw our faces.

                         NATHAN

          She knows you killed that cop.

                         DIRK

          We, killed that cop.  Now we’re

all involved.  For the long haul.

                         NATHAN

          You said you’d get us out of here.

How are you going to do that?

Dirk answers the phone.

                         DIRK

          What do you want?

EXT. DINER PARKING LOT – DAY

Sheriff Thorton on the phone.  The SWAT Commander stands beside him and listens.

                         SHERIFF

          This is Sheriff Thorton.

          Don’t hang up.

                         DIRK (VO)

          If you start shooting, I swear

to God I’ll kill every one of

these people.

                         SHERIFF

          No shooting I promise.

          I just wanna talk.

                         DIRK (VO)

          Make it fast.

                         SHERIFF

          Let the rest of the women go.

                         DIRK (VO)

          I haven’t let anyone go.

          That bitch got away on her own.

                         SHERIFF

          Don’t make this worse.

                         DIRK (VO)

          I want a car with tinted windows

and a full tank of gas.  And I

want your guys to back off.

The Sheriff looks at the SWAT Commander and covers the cell phone with his hand.

                         SHERIFF

          He wants a car.

The SWAT Commander nods.

                         SHERIFF

                (to Dirk)

          You still there?

                         DIRK (VO)

          Twenty minutes.  Or I start

          killing hostages.

The line goes dead.

                         SHERIFF

          Wait.

INT. DINER – DAY

Dirk slams the phone down.  He turns his head to read the CLOCK on the wall.  IT’S NOON.  Then he turns back to read the iron man plaque on the wall by the grill station.  He takes the plaque off the wall and reads the name beneath Simon’s picture.

CLOSE ON: IRON MAN PLAQUE

Dirk sees the name Simon Thorton.

BACK TO SCENE:

Dirk looks at Simon who’s holding ICE on his severely burned hand.

                         DIRK

          Small world.

EXT. MARY’S TRAILER – DAY

Mrs. Abbott emerges from the trailer and climbs in the old Volare.

INT. VOLARE – DAY

                         WHITE TRASH DRIVER

          What about the baby?

                         MRS. ABBOTT

          She’s down for a nap.

EXT. DINER PARKING LOT – DAY

The Sheriff slams his hand on the roof of a police car.  Dale stands beside him with his hands on his hips.

                         DALE

          We can’t just give them a car.

                         SHERIFF

          Then what do you suggest?

                         DALE

          We can’t let them leave.

A cop runs up to Sheriff Thorton and hands him a fax.  The Sheriff examines the page.

                         SHERIFF

          What’s this?

                         OFFICER

          Arrest warrant for Timothy Rivera.

          The Corolla’s registered in his name

          but he’s not our man.

      (beat)

Orange County police popped him

          for drug possession two nights ago.

          He’s been in lock up since then.

                         DALE

                 (to Sheriff)

          Then who’s inside?

                         SHERIFF

          Peter fucking Piper for all I know.

                 (beat)

          Find out.  Fast.  I wanna know

          who we’re dealing with.

INT. DINER – DAY

The clock on the wall reads 12:07.

NATHAN AND MARY POV:

Mary points to Dirk, who checks the front window blinds again.

                         MARY

          Why did you get involved with him?

                         NATHAN

          He said this place was easy

          money.  That he knew somebody

          who stole ten grand from one of

          these and got away.

Dirk approaches Nathan and Mary.

                         NATHAN

                (to Dirk)

          You see a car?

                         DIRK

          Not yet.

EXT. DINER BACK DOOR EXIT – DAY

SWAT team members dressed in black attach a special MIRRORED device over the peep hole.  They use a blow torch on the lock mechanism.

EXT. DINER PARKING LOT – DAY

The SWAT Commander lays out a hand drawn map on the hood of the Sheriff’s car.  Sheriff Thorton and officer Dale examine it.

                         SWAT COMMANDER

          Timing is critical.  One man will

          bring the car up front and get out

          with the engine running.  I want your

          men to drive away.  Give the elusion

          all is clear.  When our suspects

          approach the car, my men will enter

          from the storage room undetected.

          One team will secure the hostages.

          The other will engage the suspects.

Sheriff Thorton rubs his hand on the back of his head.

                         SHERIFF

          What if they get away?

                         SWAT COMMANDER

          They won’t.

                         DALE

          What if they try to take

          the hostages with them?

                         SWAT COMMANDER

          The car barely seats four people.

          When it reaches a safe distance

from the diner, my sharp shooters

will take it out.

                         SHERIFF

          Too risky.  I don’t like it.

                         SWAT COMMANDER

Right now it’s all we got.

The Sheriff checks his watch.

                         SHERIFF

          Eight minutes.

                         DALE

          You think they’re bluffing

          about killing the hostages?

                         SHERIFF

          They didn’t hesitate to kill a cop.

INT. MEN’S RESTROOM – DAY

Nathan takes his mask off.  He splashes water on his face.  His gun rests on the sink.  His hands tremble.

INT. DINING ROOM – DAY

Dirk’s seated at a table.  He watches the clock tick past 12:15.  Deadline’s looming.  Still no car.  He counts heads with his finger and removes more bullets from his pocket.

LINDSAY AND KELLY POV:

                         LINDSAY

          I’m sorry.

                         KELLY

          For what?

                         LINDSAY

          It was my idea to come here.

                         KELLY

          It doesn’t matter.  At least

Hilda got away.

                 (beat)

My uncle’s a New York State

          Trooper.  Cops train for this

kind of stuff.

                         LINDSAY

          I hope you’re right.

HAROLD AND BETTY POV:

Harold leans over the table and whispers to his wife.

                         HAROLD

          We can’t just sit here.

          We have to do something.

                 (beat)

          The other guy’s only holding a

          twenty-two.  I could take

          a couple shots from that and

          still survive.  If I can get close

          enough to him–

                         BETTY

          Shhhh.

                         HAROLD

          It’s us or them.  I’m not

          going to sit in the hangman’s

          gallows and wait to die.

Masks or not, we can identify their

          voices.  Sooner or later, they’ll

figure that out.

                         BETTY

          Don’t say that.

                         HAROLD

          We’re all witnesses.

                         BETTY

          The police will do something.

                         HAROLD

          They better do it soon.

CARL AND JON’S POV:

Carl slips a small folding knife from the top of his boot and hides it in his hands underneath the table where HE UNFOLDS THE BLADE.

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