Hardcore Hijackers - part 1 - Start the Clock

Hardcore Hijackers - part 1 - Start the Clock by Brad Havens

(formatted to fit this blog post)


IN BLACKOUT 

SFX: KNOCKING ON A DOOR 


                                                            VOICE 

                    Tamale! Tamale! 


FADE IN 

INT APT. COMPLEX HALLWAY - DAY 

OTS POV - TAMALE SALESMAN KNOCKING ON THE DOOR 


                                                            VOICE 

                    Tamale! Tamale! 


The door opens revealing a very irritated JACK. He looks at the salesman meanly. 


INT. APT. ENTRANCE- SAME OTS POV JACK 


                                                            JACK 

                    I told you I don't want any tamales! Bug someone else! 


He slams the door and moves back into his apartment living room. MS. ERIN CARTER sits at one corner of the couch, watching him as he paces. 


                                                                MS. CARTER 

                    Where's your brother, Jack? 

                                                                JACK 

                    I don't know. But I can find him. 

                                                                MS. CARTER 

                    You're sure he has the rest of it? 

                                                                JACK 

                    No, I'm not sure. I told you. Turtle had it when Dom started shooting. Then 

                    the Lady pulls a gun from somewhere and opens up on us. Then it got real 

                    messy - bunch of screaming and shooting and I got the hell out of there with my 

                    bag. I saw Turtle break out the front to the car. I had to jack my ride. I don't 

                    know what happened to Dom. Or my brother. Not yet. I'll find out. 

                                                            MS. CARTER 

                    You better. I trusted you Jack


KNOCKING at the door interrupts them. 


                                                            JACK 

                    Dammit! Look, Erin, I know you went out on a limb for me here

                                                            MS. CARTER 

                    That's right. And you promised me you could be professional about this. 


KNOCKING again draws Jack away from MS. CARTER and back to the door. 


                                                            JACK 

                    I am. It was Dom who lost it and started shooting. This is just clean up, 

                    which is what I'm best at anyway


JACK gets to the door and starts speaking as he pulls it open. 


                                                        JACK 

                    I told you


INT APT. COMPLEX HALLWAY - DAY 


                                                        JACK (cont.) 

                    I don't want any-! 


Jack opens the door and freezes- that's not the Tamale Guy. 


INT. APT. ENTRANCE- SAME OTS POV JACK 


DOM stares back at him with a malicious grin on his face. 


                                                            DOM 

                    Hi Jack. Where's your brother? 


Jack tries to shut the door, but Dom pushes in, grabs Jack and head butts him. Jack staggers back, but Dom hangs on and up ends him, crashing him through a table. Dom moves into the apartment as Jack recovers. 

He notices a duffel bag on the table before Ms. Carter stands and faces Dom. 


                                                            DOM 

                    And who are you? 

                                                            MS. CARTER 

                    You must be Dom


Surprised for a beat, he takes a step closer to her, which she matches stepping back. 


                                                            DOM 

                    What else did he tell you about me? 


Dom lunges and clips her on the side of her head. She sprawls to the ground near her purse. Behind them, Jack rolls over, drawing a pistol. 

Dom returns to Jack and steps on his hand, making him drop the pistol. He grabs Jack and pulls him over to the wall, propping him up in a seated position. 


                                                            DOM 

                    Who's the lady, Jack? More important, where's your brother? 

                                                            JACK 

                    I thought he was with you. 

                                                            DOM 

                    He was. 


Behind them, Ms. Carter pulls a pistol from her purse and aims at Dom. She cocks the hammer. Dom hears that and spins to face her. 

There is a moment of recognition between them before she fires a perfect star pattern into his chest. Dom staggers and slowly sits down to die. 

Ms. Carter reloads her pistol with the casual speed of an expert. Jack watches her, unsure of her next move. She keeps the pistol trained on him as she picks up her purse and moves closer, looking from Dom to Jack. She crouches in front of Jack. The barrel of the pistol sizzles when pressed against Jack's chin. She eyes him. 


                                                            MS. CARTER 

                    You put me in a very awkward position. If this is not handled by the time 

                    we open for business tomorrow, then I have to step in. 


Jack nods. She uncocks the pistol and holds it passively. She smiles ruefully. 


                                                            MS. CARTER 

                    Why do I keep finding you like this? 


The smile fades and she points the pistol at him for emphasis. 


                                                            MS. CARTER 

                    Find your brother. Deliver all, not half, to me. If I don't hear from you by 

                    8:30 tomorrow morning, then, well, goodbye, Jack. This was clean until 

                    this happened. You better take it with you. 


She drops the pistol in his lap and leaves without another word. 

Jack holds the pistol, taking a moment before getting up, grabbing the duffel bag, picking up his own pistol, and taking one last look around before heading out the door, leaving Dom sitting dead in the middle of the room. 


BLACKOUT


Copyright 2020, Brad Havens. All Rights reserved.

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