Armed and Dangerous: Screenplay Part 3

DIRK’S POV:

Dirk paces back and forth.  Fed up with all the talking.  He marches toward Betty and Harold.

                         DIRK

          Shut up!  No more talking.

BACK TO SCENE:

A PHONE RINGS.  It’s the restaurant phone on the wall by the cash register.  The phone rings and rings and rings until Nathan finally answers.

                         NATHAN

          Hello?

EXT. DINER – DAY

Sheriff Thorton stands behind a patrol car with a cell phone.  Yellow crime scene tape blocks off a swarm of curious onlookers from the gas station parking lot.  A news helicopter circles above.

                         SHERIFF THORTON

          This is Sheriff Thorton.

          Who am I speaking with?

INT. DINER – DAY

                         NATHAN

          Ummm.

                         DIRK

                 (to Nathan)

          Shut up!

Dirk grabs the phone from Nathan and slams it down.

                         DIRK

          Don’t be talking to the cops.

He kicks at Jon’s journal notebook on the floor beneath the counter.  Curious, he picks it up and opens it.

CLOSE ON: JOURNAL ENTRIES

Dirk skims through Jon’s hand written notes.  He reads from the journal out loud.

                         DIRK

          I thought I almost died

          yesterday when the car

          bomb exploded outside our

          camp.  The sound was deafening.

The explosion rocked the tent

and filled the air with smoke.

Dirk skips ahead several pages.

                        DIRK

                 (mocking tone)

Most nights the slightest

noise makes me wet the bed.

I’m so scared, I just want to

go home to my family.

Dirk skips ahead.

                       DIRK

          I cried for the third time

          this afternoon.  No reason.

          I wasn’t hurt.  I just couldn’t

          take it anymore.  The men think

          I’m a pussy.  They’re afraid

          to go on patrol with me.  I’m not

          a fucking coward, I just need

          some time away from all this mess.

CARL’S POV:

Carl stands up.

                         CARL

                (to Dirk)

          That’s enough.

Dirk puts the journal down and moves toward Carl.  He aims the .357 at Carl’s chest.

                         DIRK

          Sit down.

Carl stands his ground for several seconds, staring into Dirk’s eyes.  Then he quietly complies.  Dirk walks away and throws the journal in a trash can.

INT. WOMEN’S RESTROOM – DAY

Hilda walks in small circles talking to herself.

FLASHBACK:

Hilda sees her cell phone in the back seat of Lindsay’s car.  Lindsay locks the car with a keyless remote.

                         HILDA

          I left my phone.

                         LINDSAY

          You won’t need it.

BACK TO SCENE:

Hilda tries to open the window.  It opens but it’s too narrow to climb out.  She can see the patrol cars and all the police nearby.  She sticks her arm out the window and tries to gain attention.

EXT. DINER – DAY

Hilda waves her arm back and forth, but no one sees it.

INT. WOMEN’S RESTROOM – DAY

Hilda pulls her arm back in.  She cups her hand to her mouth, fighting the urge to vomit.  OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM, THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN.

INT. DINER – DAY

The diner’s phone keeps ringing.  Dirk and Nathan look at one another.

                         NATHAN

          We should answer that.

Dirk shakes his head.  The phone keeps ringing.

SIMON’S POV:

                         SIMON

          Pick up the phone.

                         NATHAN

          Shut up.

BACK TO SCENE:

The phone keeps ringing.  Nathan reaches for the phone.  He sees Dirk raise his .357 at him.

                         NATHAN

          Just to make them go away.

          I won’t fuck it up this time.

          I promise.

Dirk slowly lowers his gun.  Nathan takes the phone.

                         NATHAN

          Hello?

EXT. DINER – DAY

                         SHERIFF

          Son, this is Sheriff Thorton.

          Don’t hang up on me again.

INT. DINER – DAY

                         NATHAN

          I’m listening.

EXT. DINER – DAY

                         SHERIFF

          Is everyone all right in there?

                         NATHAN (VO)

          We’re fine.

                         SHERIFF

          I believe you have someone

that belongs to me.  I need

to speak with him.

INT. DINER – DAY

Nathan cups the phone to his chest to mute his voice.  He glances at Chuck’s dead body in the back room.

                         NATHAN

          He can’t talk right now.

                         SHERIFF (VO)

          How come?

                         NATHAN

          Because we got him tied up

          in the other room.

                         SHERIFF (VO)

          How do I know he’s not hurt?

EXT. DINER – DAY

Sheriff Thorton stares at THE BLOOD SPATTER ON THE RESTAURANT WINDOW.  He knows someone’s hurt.  Bad.

                         SHERIFF THORTON

          You still there?

                         NATHAN (VO)

          I said, no one’s hurt.

                         SHERIFF THORTON

Son don’t lie to me.  That’s

only going to make things worse.

The line goes dead.  Sheriff Thorton wipes the sweat off his brow.  It’s going to be a long day.

Officer Dale approaches with his notepad open.

                         SHERIFF

                    (to Dale)

          Where the hell is my SWAT team?

                         DALE

          They’re on their way.

The Sheriff takes off his hat and throws it at the chopper.  The wind throws it back.

                         SHERIFF

          Get that fucking chopper out

          of here.

                         DALE

          How?

                         SHERIFF THORTON

          I don’t care.  Call the station.

Radio the pilot.  Shoot the damn

thing down if you have to.  Just

get it out of here.

                         DALE

          What about Chuck?

                         SHERIFF THORTON

          Nothing yet.

Dale glances at his notepad again.

                         DALE

          We ran the plates.  Two hits

came back.

Dale points to the Toyota Corolla.

                         DALE

          The Corolla’s registered to a

twenty-one year old Timothy Rivera.

He’s got a rap sheet for domestic

violence, armed robbery, and

assault with a deadly weapon.

                        SHERIFF THORTON

          What else?

                        DALE

          We popped the trunk and found

          a 12-gauge shotgun with a box

          of shells.  Crime scene’s

dusting the car for prints.

                         SHERIFF THORTON

          What about the other plate?

Dale points to Carl’s Mack truck parked away from the diner.

                         DALE

          The tractor trailer’s registered

to Carl Davenport.  Owner-operator.

          Burglary conviction in ’87 got him

three years in Tallahassee.  His

record’s clean since then.

       (beat)

          You think he’s involved in this?

                         SHERIFF THORTON

          Maybe.  Burglary to armed robbery

          is a short jump.

                         DALE

          But why would he drive his rig here?

                         SHERIFF THORTON

          Don’t know.

                 (beat)

          What about my brother?

                         DALE

          We called his house again.

No answer.  A patrol car’s on

its way.

      (beat)

Maybe we should call the Feds?

                         SHERIFF THORTON

          Fuck the feds.  I’ll handle this myself.

INT. DINER – DAY

ABBY AND CHERYL POV:

Abby and Cheryl look about the room nervously, desperate for some heroic measure to save them.  Abby lights another cigarette and inhales sharply.

                         CHERYL

          I’ve got biology lab this afternoon.

                         ABBY

          You’re worried about class?

                         CHERYL

          I’m worried about my GPA.

                         ABBY

          The hell with that.  We’ll be

          lucky to leave here alive.

                         CHERYL

          Don’t say that.  They’ll let

          us go when they have to.

                         ABBY

          Like them Worton kids in Jacksonville?

          They thought they were home free

          until their father shot them up.

                         CHERYL

          That’s different.

                         ABBY

          How’s that?

                         CHERYL

          Those kids were young.  They didn’t

          know any better.  If we keep our

          cool, we’ll walk away from this.

Long beat.  Abby takes a long drag.  The nicotine kicks in.

                         ABBY

          I should have stayed home.

          None of this shit would have

          happened if I just let the phone

          ring.

                         CHERYL

          I should have quit when I had

          the chance.

                         ABBY

          You and me both.

Abby smokes.  She’s lost in thought.  Trying to keep it together.

                         ABBY

          How much longer you got in school?

                         CHERYL

          Two semesters at the junior college.

          Then I go on for my bachelor

          degree.  Then four more years

          after that.

                         ABBY

          Four more years?  For what?

You studying to be some kind of

astronaut?

                         CHERYL

          A veterinarian.

Abby takes a final drag and crushes out her cigarette.

                         ABBY

          I’m not married to this place

          or the lousy tips.  I’m

          saving my pennies for cosmetology

          school.  I plan to open my own shop.

I got a cousin in Charleston who

          says she’ll help me run it.  She works

          for a small shop in the mall.

          Mostly kids’ haircuts, but she’s good.

                        CHERYL

          Amen to that.

NATHAN AND MARY POV:

Nathan comforts Mary in the corner away from Dirk and the hostages.  He rubs her shoulders.  She cries softly behind her mask.  THEY WHISPER BACK AND FORTH.

                         MARY

          Why did this have to happen?

                         NATHAN

          We’ll find a way out.

                         MARY

          How?

                         NATHAN

          Dirk has a plan.

                         MARY

          My mother had a plan.  My

father had a plan.  The God

          damn president had a plan. 

Look where we are.  The same

place we started.  Nowhere.

We’re worse off now than we were

when we woke up this morning.

Nothing’s changed except our future.

                         NATHAN

          Dirk will find a way out of this.

He always does.

                         MARY

          I wish we never met him.  He’s the

reason we’re in this mess.

                         NATHAN

          He’s on our side.

                         MARY

          What about Rose?  What happens

          to her when I’m in jail?

                         NATHAN

          You’re not going to jail.

None of us are.  No one’s seen

our faces.

                         MARY

          What about the cop he killed?

                         NATHAN

          That’s on Dirk.  Not us.

                         MARY

          I should have stayed in the car.

          None of this would have happened

          if I’d stayed in the car.

Nathan shakes his head.

                         NATHAN

          No.  You did the right thing.

KELLY AND LINDSAY’S POV:

They face away from the masked robbers.  Leslie slides her cell phone out of her pocket.

                         LINDSAY

               (whispering)

          We have to get this to Hilda.

Kelly shakes her head slowly.

                         KELLY

          And do what?  Call the police?

                         LINDSAY

          It’s better than sitting around

          here doing nothing.

                         KELLY

          They’ll kill you if they find that.

                         LINDSAY

          They’ll kill us if they don’t.

DIRK’S POV:

Dirk sees the sorority sisters whisper back and forth.

                         DIRK

          HEY!

LINDSAY’S POV:

Lindsay sees Dirk approaching.  She raises her hand.

                         LINDSAY

          I have to use the bathroom.

                         DIRK

          Then pee.

Lindsay starts to walk away.  DIRK PUTS THE GUN TO HER HEAD.  Lindsay stops abruptly.

                         DIRK

          Where the fuck are you going?

                         LINDSAY

          To the bathroom.

                         DIRK

          Sit down!

Lindsay puts her hands on her legs and bends her knees slightly to pretend she’s suffering with a full bladder.

                         LINDSAY

          I’m going to piss my pants.

                         NATHAN

          Let her go.  This place stinks

enough already.

Dirk lowers his gun and lets Lindsay pass.  She makes her way to the women’s restroom.

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