From darkness a dog barks and a man CURSES.
MAN'S VOICE
Damn it! Now who the hell...I've
got it!Me thinks some scum-shit
has got here before us. Line up
my rifle for me I gotta check it out
only hope the Feds keep their distance-
this'a a purely non-federal aff...yeah!
Good boy!Good boy...now jus' some slight
ad...justment...here!
FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM. NIGHT
The lights are on. A pretty 30-YR-OLD WOMAN HALEY is lying on the king-sized bed in a tight fetal position, hugging a pillow to her chest. She APPEARS to be asleep.
MAN'S VOICE
Everything looks fine.My only worry is
was the Feds propaganda convincing
enough to force Tails to make an
appearance here to dispatch the girl
cuz she's the only one with incriminating
info about him-jus' hope he falls for the bait.
The door opens and a MIDDLE-AGED man, STEVE slips into the room. He has a small package wrapped with red ribbons under his left arm and in his right hand he clutches a bunch of flowers. He shuts the door, walks to the side of the bed. He lays the flowers nest to a phone which is on the bedside table, smells the flowers and lays them beside the package then laying his hand on Haley's temple runs his fingers down the side of her face-to her chin and stoops down to kiss her.
The sound of a car engine FADES IN
Steve straightens abruptly, walks over to the open window overlooking a drive-way.He PEERS into the darkness and CURSES, slamming his hand against the wall when he SEES:
EXT.DRIVE-WAY.SAME
A car pulls up on the drive-way. The headlights are switched off. The driver's door is flung open and the driver a young man, SIMMON'S steps out of the car. He yawns then reaching back pulls the left back door open-
A tall heavily-built man, HICKS steps out of the car. He's dressed entirely in black: black pants, black shirt, black shades and a black overcoat which tapers off on its backside to a narrow strip of cloth which dangles over his rear-end like a tail. He wears a sour expression on his face.
Hicks grabs Simmon's tie-pulls him closer and lifting one hand lays one finger under his chin, forcing his head back.
HICKS
If any of this leaks out or should you
grow cold feet and blabber when shit is
discovered I'll track you down and finish
you off. Now get lost.
Hicks shoves Simmons aside, heads for the front door.
Simmons holds up his middle finger at Hicks. He glances over his shoulder and Simmons turns about quickly then pulling the car's front door open scrambles into the car-starts the engine and as the car leaves the drive-way we TILT UP to catch:
INT.BEDROOM.SAME
Steve moves away from the window real fast, walks over to the bed-side table and grabbing up the phone dials a number but NOTICING an unopened bottle of wine lying on the floor grabs it up and slamming the phone back on its cradle walks to door-pulls it open
A punch connects to Steve's face with a vicious impact. The bottle flies out of his hand, strikes the the edge of the bed-side table and EXPLODES, showering Haley with glass splinters and wine. She uncurls swiftly rolls onto her belly: her back-side a bloody mess.
Steve staggers back and slipping on the mess on the floor falls back his torso slapping against onto the bed-side table. He rolls off lands on the broken pieces of glass with a YELL.
Hicks steps into the room, shuts the door behind him.He adjusts his glasses and pulling aside his overcoat pulls out a HK-45 pistol tucked into a hip-holster. He fixes a silencer on it then raising the gun points it at Haley.
MAN'S VOICE
Time to taste some lead Tails-
A bullet SLAMS into Hick's shoulder throwing him back against the door. He staggers
two steps forward and drops onto one knee. A second bullet RIPS through his neck knocking him onto his side. He lies still for a beat but lifting his head off the floor drags himself forward and propping himself on one elbow lifts the gun-
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