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Writer(s) : Todd Farmer, Patrick Lussier

Genres : Action, Crime, Fantasy

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                                   DRIVE ANGRY


                                   Written by

                         Todd Farmer & Patrick Lussier




                                                      March 28, 2009

                         

          EXT. LAUGHTER, COLORADO - DAY

          Half a dozen abandoned shacks and a boarded up gas station
          make up the central hub of Laughter, Colorado. She'd be a
          ghost town ‘cept the ghosts considered her a shithole ages
          ago and baled. The buck ten for leaded sign gives us an idea
          how long ago this place went dry.
          Suddenly an old Chevy RIPS around the corner, wheels sending
          PLUMES of dust skyward.

          INT. OLD CHEVY - DAY

          Three grimy looking fuckers are stuffed into the cab.
          FUCKING DRIVER looks as though he may piss himself. FUCKING
          MIDDLE twists around, glares through the back glass and
          FUCKING PASSENGER white-knuckles a tire iron.

                         FUCKING DRIVER
          Goddamned old man!

                         FUCKING PASSENGER
          I thought he was dead! She said he
          was dead!

                         FUCKING MIDDLE
          I don't see him. Just go. I think
          we lost him.

          EXT. LAUGHTER - MAIN STREET - DAY

          They race through the dusty derelict little town, peeling for
          the main road in the distance when they round a corner --
          --to face a ‘70 PLYMOUTH ROADRUNNER, beat to shit, engine
          screaming. SPEEDING head on. This ain't chicken because
          these three Fuckers don't even have time to react before:

                         MILTON
          “The Old Man”, shock of white hair, drives the Roadrunner,
          locks the tires and spins the wheel.
          The Roadrunner fishtails, slides sideways AT THEM!
          The truck's gonna ram the driver's side. At least it would

                         BUT:
          MILTON AIMS A SHOTGUN through the driver's side window.
          Fearless. Pissed off. He FIRES!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          2.
          The shot BLOOMS right at us! Then SLOWS TO NEAR FROZEN -
          Hanging in mid-air - suspended, like we could touch it:
          TITLE CARD appears--

                         "DRIVE ANGRY"
          --then the shot BURSTS through the title! SHATTERING the
          words right at us!

                         ANOTHER ANGLE
          ...EXPLODING into the hood of the Chevy! The hood RIPS up,
          SLAMS the windshield.
          Truck CAREENS out of control!
          Milton GUNS the Roadrunner away from truck...but...
          KRAACK - The Truck nails the Roadrunner's rear quarter panel.
          Roadrunner and truck go into a spin. A tornado of dust
          SWIRLS around the two vehicles.
          The Roadrunner SPLINTERS into a boarded store front!
          The Truck HITS a ditch and UPENDS. Flips. SLAMS into the
          dirt on its roof, wheels SPINNING.

                         ANOTHER ANGLE
          Smoke HISSES from the totalled Roadrunner. Door creeks open.
          Milton emerges slow and sure. He crosses toward the Chevy.
          Fucking Passenger rises from behind the truck and rushes
          Milton, tire iron held high over his head!
          Milton spins and KUH-FOOM!
          --blows Fucking Passenger's hand clean off! Passenger
          screams as Milton snatches the iron out of the air and --

          KER-ACK!
          -- slams it across his face! Passenger drops. Hard.
          Milton stoops, removes Passenger's wallet, digs the cash out.

          OVER MILTON'S SHOULDER
          Fucking Driver scrambles from behind the wheel, springs to
          his feet and runs.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          3.
          Milton spins, BLOWS his knee apart from 20 paces. Driver
          SCREAMS and face-firsts the cracked pavement.

                         ANOTHER ANGLE
          As Fucking Middle drags himself from the passenger side. He
          got the worst of it. Looks like his face went through the
          windshield. He looks up --
          -- into the barrel of Milton's shotgun. A beat.

                         FUCKING MIDDLE
          I'll never tell you where they've
          taken her...NEVER.

                         MILTON
          I know.
          The EXPLOSION vaporizes what's left of his face.

          ON FUCKING DRIVER
          As he tries to stand but his lower leg dangles from a piece
          of cartilage. He falls, WRITHES on the ground. He looks up
          at Milton standing over him.

                         FUCKING DRIVER
          You...you took my leg you fuck!
          Milton presses the shotgun barrel into the man's good knee.

                         FUCKING DRIVER
          Wait. Wait!

                         MILTON
          Where is she?

                         FUCKING DRIVER
          I...I don't...
          Suddenly Fucking Passenger, flattened by the tire iron, sits
          up, dazed. Sees Milton. Spots the iron. Goes for it.
          Milton spins and KAFOOM!
          Blows Fucking Passenger to hell.

                         FUCKING DRIVER
          Stillwater! Stillwater Marsh! I
          don't know where exactly. They
          call it Wolf Deer Run, that's all I
          know. I swear!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          4.
          Milton digs Driver's cell phone out...stares at it for a
          moment, drops it, finds wallet, takes cash.

                         FUCKING DRIVER
          But you're too late. You gotta
          know that. Next full moon she's
          dead. Nothing you can do. She's
          dead and hell will walk the earth--

          WHAM!
          Milton shoves the barrel of his shotgun into the man's mouth,
          breaking a couple teeth in the process.
          Milton hisses, his throat dry, like a man who hasn't quenched
          his thirst in a decade.

                         MILTON
          You tell him I'm coming. You got
          that? I'm coming to get her back.
          You tell him. Tell him I'm gonna
          kill every last one of you fuckers.
          Milton turns on his heels. Walks into the dust and doesn't
          look back.

          EXT. FAT LOU'S ROADSIDE DINER - DAY

          Black smoke billows from the BBQ of this shithole diner.
          It's the only building as far as the eye can see. The lot
          dotted with vehicles past their prime. A muscle bound ‘67
          GTO stands out.

          INT. FAT LOU'S ROADSIDE DINER - DAY

          Covered in a thick layer of cooking grease, this is one of
          those diners where white trash goes to die. Half a dozen
          PATRONS sit at bar and booth as a young American Indian
          couple, MARY and DALE, enter with their children 2, 4 and 7.
          Two waitresses, PIPER (25) and NORMAJEAN (57) stand at the
          kitchen pick-up window. Through which we can see the
          joint's owner, FAT LOU, dripping sweat into a pile of
          scrambled eggs. Fat Lou is fat. Holy fuck fat.

                         PIPER
          So I tell him, I says, “Frank,
          that's it. No more free milk. You
          gonna have to buy the cow you son
          of a bitch.”

                         

                         

                         

                         

          5.

                         NORMAJEAN
          But you're not fat, Piper

                         PIPER
          Wha? No, NormaJean, “buy the cow.”
          Marry me? He's got to marry me.
          I'm sayin I cut him off.

                         NORMAJEAN
          You cut him off?

                         PIPER
          Not just yes but hell yes! No
          tits, no ass. And I told him if I
          see that big ol' dick of his
          anywhere near my face I'm gonna
          bite it in half.
          Normajean giggles with embarrassment.

                         NORMAJEAN
          You said that? How long's it been?
          Piper frowns.

                         PIPER
          Well, it's only been two days but
          that's like a decade in horny
          fucker years.

                         NORMAJEAN
          So he bought you a diamond?

                         PIPER
          A diamond? God no. If Frank had
          money for a diamond I would have
          jacked his sorry ass ages ago and
          put this shithole life in the rear
          view. But he did get down on his
          knees and ask me to be his bride.

                         NORMAJEAN
          No way.

                         PIPER
          Yes way!
          NormaJean grabs Piper in a great big hug.

                         NORMAJEAN
          Oh! Piper!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          6.

                         PIPER

          I KNOW!

          FF-FF-FFUMP!
          Something yellow peppers them both. The girls look up as --
          Fat Lou SLAMS two plates of food into the window.

                         PIPER
          Did...did you just throw scrambled
          eggs at us?

                         FAT LOU
          I don't pay you bitches to stand
          around. Now get the fuck back to work!
          Piper snatches one of the plates.
          She delivers it to a Patron sitting at the bar, then turns
          toward the newly arrived customers.
          The American Indian couple scans a menu...
          ...and Milton (the old guy from our opening) scans her...he
          quickly looks down at an unfolded map of Colorado as --
          NormaJean steps up to Milton.

                         NORMAJEAN
          Hello beautiful, coffee?

                         MILTON
          That'd be great. Tell me,
          Stillwater Marsh around here?

                         NORMAJEAN
          (shrugs) Stillwater...doesn't ring
          a bell. I'll get that coffee.
          But Milton makes eye contact with Mary, the Indian mother.
          She quickly looks away. She knows something...
          Milton opens his mouth to speak as--
          --Piper approaches the American Indian couple.

                         PIPER
          Hi guys, I'm Piper. Can I bring
          you something to drink?

                         MOTHER MARY
          We'll take this.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          7.
          Mary points to the menu, Piper leans in, reads.

                         PIPER
          “She's a Brickhouse” breakfast.
          Ten monster flapjacks for 4.99.

                         MOTHER MARY
          And five waters.

                         PIPER
          Five waters. And what can I get for...
          Father averts his eyes. He's embarrassed.

                         MOTHER MARY
          That's it. Just the pancakes. If
          that's okay?
          Piper stares at them as if for the first time. Shit...
          they're hungry. And broke.

                         PIPER
          Oh. Of course. Coming right up.
          Piper shoots Milton a look as she crosses to the kitchen.
          Milton rises slightly. He's clearly trying to get Mary's
          attention. She's ignoring him.
          Piper calls through the window to Fat Lou.

                         PIPER
          One brickhouse.
          She turns and stops suddenly. Stares at a pile of muffins
          kept fresh within a glass cake stand.

                         ANOTHER ANGLE
          Mary can no longer avoid Milton's stare.

                         MILTON
          Stillwater Marsh? You know it?
          Dale, the father, keeps his back to Milton as he speaks.

                         DALE
          No. We don't.

                         MILTON
          It's important.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          8.

                         MOTHER MARY
          You're in the wrong state.

                         DALE
          Mary!

                         MILTON
          And what state Should I be in?
          Dale turns, glares at Milton.

                         DALE
          Nevada. Catch the 50 and cut across.
          It's a two day drive from here.

                         MILTON
          And Wolf Deer Run?

                         DALE
          Never heard of it.
          The 7 year old LITTLE GIRL'S eyes brighten.

                         LITTLE GIRL
          Yes you have daddy. Wolf Deer Run,
          that's where The Smiling Man takes
          the wicked children to see the
          Mother of all things.
          Mary SHUSHES her Little Girl and pulls her close.

                         MILTON
          Mother of all things, that sounds
          very interesting.

                         LITTLE GIRL
          Oh it is! The Mother of all things
          bleeds black tears unto those who

                         CUT HER--
          Mother places her hand over her daughter's mouth.

                         MOTHER MARY
          It's nothing. Just a story parents
          tell to their children. Like the
          boogey-man or the tooth-fairy.
          A plate filled with muffins thumps down before them. Piper
          leans in with three kiddie cups.

                         PIPER
          And three milks.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          9.

                         MOTHER MARY
          But we didn't order--

                         PIPER
          (whispers) --On the house.
          She winks and moves away...eyeing the kitchen window. She
          doesn't notice...

                         MILTON
          staring at her again. An impressed smirk on his face.
          Suddenly NormaJean steps in front of him.

                         NORMAJEAN
          So, aren't you gonna ask what time
          my shift ends? Full moon tonight.
          I'm always a little ‘randy' during
          full moon.

                         MILTON
          Full moon's three days off.

                         NORMAJEAN
          (she touches his hand)
          You sure ‘bout that, sweetie?

                         MILTON
          Pretty sure. (looks outside) Hell
          of a ride out there. Yours?

                         NORMAJEAN
          The GTO? I wish.

                         MILTON
          (glances at Piper)
          Hers?

                         NORMAJEAN
          Sure but if you're lookin' for a
          ride...

                         MILTON
          And would you be gentle?

                         NORMAJEAN
          Life's too short for that, sweetie.

          INT. FAT LOU'S ROADSIDE DINER - KITCHEN - DAY

          Piper enters with two dirty plates, scrapes them and drops
          them into a soapy sink. She turns right into --

                         

                         

                         

                         

          10.

                         FAT LOU
          He glares down at her.

                         PIPER
          Jesus Lou, back the fuck off.

                         FAT LOU
          “On the house”? On the fucking
          house?

                         PIPER
          Oh relax. We gotta toss them
          muffins out today anyway.
          She sidesteps him, exits the kitchen.

          INT. HIGHWAY 50 - FAT LOU'S ROADSIDE DINER - DAY

          As Piper crosses toward the bar, Lou grabs her from behind,
          spins her around.

                         PIPER
          Get your hand off of me!
          His fat fingers tighten around her shoulder.

                         FAT LOU
          You get over there and you charge
          them for those muff...
          Piper strikes. Like a snake. Her hand reaches beneath the
          fat of his belly and vice grips his balls. Hell, we even
          hear the CRUNCH.
          Fat Lou GASPS and doubles over allowing Piper to SLAM her
          forehead into the bridge of his nose!

          KER-RACK!

                         PIPER
          I told you, you fat fuck son of a
          bitch, never to touch me again!
          His nose seeps blood.

                         FAT LOU
          Let...go...of...my...
          She SLAPS him across the face with her free hand.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          11.

                         PIPER
          Shut up.
          She takes a step backwards, but keeps her hand clamped to his
          nuts. He has no choice but follow.
          She pulls him up to the American Indian family.

                         PIPER
          Tell'em.

                         FAT LOU
          Wha...what?
          We see it in her face. She squeezes. Lou's eyes go
          wide...flutter...he's about to pass out.

                         PIPER
          Tell them...the muffins...are on
          the house.

                         FAT LOU
          On. The. House.
          She lets go. Lou drops to his knees, then timbers to the
          floor as Piper turns to the family.
          The children are huddled, terrified against their parents.

                         PIPER
          I'm sorry your kids had to see
          that. Put some honey butter on
          those bran muffins and they taste
          an awful lot better.
          Piper turns and crosses toward the door.
          NormaJean is pale as she watches her go.
          Piper brushes past Milton's booth. His cup is there but
          Milton is gone.

          EXT. FAT LOU'S ROADSIDE DINER - DAY

          We're close on a car door as it SLAMS.
          CLOSE ON GLASS PACK EXHAUST PIPES as the car RUMBLES with
          life. An “I brake for pussy” bumper sticker stands out.
          THE BACK GLASS vibrates as MUSIC blares from within.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          12.

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Piper's French manicured hand wraps the floor-mounted gear
          shift like a cock and SLAMS it into drive.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - DAY

          With Piper behind the wheel the GTO tears onto the highway...
          ...and blows passed Milton, as he walks west, duffle bag
          thrown over his shoulder.

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Piper SINGS. She's empowered. Then...

          KA-THUNK.
          She grips the wheel.
          The RPMS drop.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - DAY

          The GTO pulls off the road...white smoke HISSES from beneath
          the hood.
          CLOSE ON ENGINE as the hood POPS.
          Piper waves a hand in front of her face as the smoke devours
          her. She COUGHS. Stares. It's clear she don't know jack
          shit about engines.
          FOOTSTEPS. Piper slips the keys between her fingers. Ready.
          Milton appears through the smoke.

                         MILTON
          Car trouble?
          Piper stares. It's the way he said it. Too knowing.
          Milton glances at the engine.

                         MILTON
          Oh, that's not so bad. I can fix
          that for you if you like.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          13.

                         PIPER
          I would. Thank you.

                         MILTON
          If you give me a lift.

                         PIPER
          I'm only going as far as Blackfoot
          Falls. The truckstop there.

                         MILTON
          And I'd be much obliged.
          Milton leans in, flicks something then rises and THUMPS the
          hood shut with a smile.

                         MILTON
          Shall we?

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Piper behind the wheel focuses on the road. Milton sits in
          the passenger seat, hugs his duffle bag, glances at Piper.
          Suddenly Piper turns on him.

                         PIPER
          Get it straight old man. I ain't
          sleeping with you.
          Milton chuckles.

                         MILTON
          Darlin, my days of bedding a gal ten
          minutes after I meet her are over.

                         PIPER
          Yeah. Well, that's good to hear.

                         MILTON

                         (TO HIMSELF)
          For now, anyway.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - LAURA'S TRUCK STOP MOTEL - DAY

          Several big rigs are parked near the truck stop. A few
          derelict vehicles outside the adjacent run down old motel.
          Piper's GTO pulls in and parks near the road.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          14.
          Piper climbs out. Milton rises stiffly and crosses toward
          her as he tosses the duffle over his shoulder. He offers his
          hand, gives her a smile.

                         MILTON
          ‘Preciate the ride, ma'am.
          Milton crosses toward an old Superman style phone booth.

          EXT. LAURA'S MOTEL - DAY

          Piper inserts her key, glances back at Milton.
          He's in the booth now, his back to her.
          Piper turns the key and opens the door.

          INT. LAURA'S MOTEL - ROOM 9 - DAY

          First thing we see is MONA'S naked ass and back. Long red
          hair, she is riding a naked FRANK. Neither realizes Piper
          has opened the door.

                         MONA
          Oh Frank, you know how long I've
          wanted to feel you inside me?

                         FRANK
          Faster.

                         MONA
          Oh, you want it faster?
          Mona thrusts her pelvic the tiniest bit faster.
          Suddenly Piper's hand clinches a handful of red hair and
          yanks! Mona SCREAMS in pain, Frank YELPS in fear as Piper
          drags Mona backwards off the bed.

          EXT. LAURA'S MOTEL - DAY

          Piper drags Mona, KICKING and SCREAMING, into the lot, then
          drops her and whirls toward the room--
          -- where Frank struggles, desperate to find his pants.

                         MONA
          What's the matter with you?! You
          psycho bitch from...

                         

                         

                         

                         

          15.
          Piper spins on Mona, points a finger in warning.

                         PIPER
          Don't.
          It shuts Mona up.
          Piper storms back toward the room.

                         HER POV
          Frank hops with one leg in his jeans. He sees her coming.
          Although he's a big fella, he looks scared.
          Suddenly Mona steps in front of Piper and SLAPS her across
          the face!

                         MONA
          Fuck you, Piper, we're in lo--

          WHAM!
          Piper clocks Mona!
          Mona stands there...dazed. Swaying. Confused.

                         PIPER
          What was that? I didn't catch that
          last word.

                         MONA
          Oh...I...I said...we're in lo--

          WHAM!
          This time Mona stumbles backwards and CRASHES into a metal
          chair on the motel porch.
          Piper brushes passed her.

          INT. LAURA'S MOTEL - ROOM 9 - DAY

          Piper stuffs a gym bag with clothes.

                         FRANK
          Now baby, just hold on.

                         PIPER
          I'm warning you, Frank. Don't come
          near me.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          16.

                         FRANK
          Look, sooner you accept this is
          your fault, the better.
          Piper stops, turns, stares.

                         FRANK
          Baby, I can't just turn it off.
          Now you know that. I gotta have
          it. At least once a day. It's in
          the wiring. You did this. You
          made me cheat on you. You're lucky
          I'm not more pissed about it.
          Piper stares for a moment. It's like she's been sucker
          punched. Then she zips her bag and crosses to the door.

                         FRANK
          Piper! Now cut it out. Enough
          with the drama!

          INT. HIGHWAY 70 - LAURA'S MOTEL - PHONE BOOTH - DAY

          Milton watches Piper's room. It's clear the phone to his ear
          is a fake out.
          Suddenly a look crosses his face. He jerks around.

                         HIS POV

          THE GAS STATION ACROSS HIGHWAY 70
          ...the garage. A grimy looking GREASE MONKEY is staring at
          Milton, cell phone to his ear. He sees Milton see him,
          quickly backs into the shadows.

          FRANK (O.S.)
          Piper!

          EXT. LAURA'S TRUCK STOP MOTEL - DAY

          Piper exits, glances at Mona, sprawled out unconscious in the
          metal chair, an ASIAN MAN in a Hawaiian shirt SNAPS pictures
          of her.
          Piper snatches the camera and flings it against the wall
          where it SHATTERS.

                         ASIAN MAN
          Hey?!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          17.

                         PIPER
          Pervert.
          Piper stomps across the lot as Frank exits, calls to her.

                         FRANK
          Baby, Please. Now hold on. Can we
          talk about this?
          Piper keeps walking. Never looks back.

                         FRANK
          Piper, stop this! You got nowhere
          to go and you know it.

                         PIPER
          I'll go to San Francisco and stay
          with my cousin.

                         FRANK
          (Realization) Whoa. You ain't
          taking my car.
          Piper pulls out the keys, twirls them on her finger.

                         FRANK
          I said, you ain't taking my car, bitch.
          Frank grabs her by the shoulder. Piper spins and --

          WHAM!
          -- punches him in the face. Caught off guard, Frank
          stumbles, nearly goes down.

                         PIPER
          Your car?! Who's been making the
          payments you out of work, skanky
          Mona fucking piece of shit?!
          She drops the gym bag and launches into him. A blur of FISTS
          and CLAWS. The tears flow. Heartbreak, anger, humiliation.
          Frank stumble backwards. Tries to block the blows. WHAM!

                         FRANK
          Stop...

          WHAM!

                         FRANK
          ...hitting me!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          18.
          She swings but this time Frank lashes out.

          KUH-RACK!
          He punches her in the face. Hard. She drops to her hands
          and knees. When she looks up, her teeth are caked in blood.

                         FRANK
          You're insane, you know that? Look
          what you made me do!
          She staggers to her feet, sways before him.

                         FRANK
          Come on, I'll get you some ice--
          She SPITS blood in his face and SWINGS!
          He blocks the blow and BACKHANDS her with the force of
          thunder. She spins and SLAMS into the ground. Doubtful
          she'll get up this time, then --

                         QUIET LAUGHTER
          Frank stares as Piper rolls over.

                         PIPER
          Frank. Sweetie. I'm gonna tell
          everybody what I caught you doing
          with my pink dildo.
          Her laughter becomes a hysterical fit.

                         FRANK
          That's it.
          He drops on top of her, his fingers curl into a fist.

                         FRANK
          You don't wanna fuck me? Fine.
          When I'm done nobody's gonna wanna
          fuck you. Ever.

                         PIPER
          Go to hell.
          Frank raises his fist into the air. Then...

          MILTON (O.S.)
          Hey.
          Frank looks up as a boot catches him under the chin, lifting
          him off Piper.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          19.
          Piper stares through blurry eyes as Milton drops on top of
          Frank, pounding him with his fists.

          FADE TO BLACK.

          FADE UP ON:

          EXT. COLORADO PLAINS - DUSK

          The sun is a glow to the west. The horizon dances and
          shimmers. Then...is that...yes. Someone is out there.
          Walking toward us. As if they appeared within the heat.

                         ANOTHER ANGLE
          We start close to the ground. Dress shoes. Suit pants.

          PULL BACK TO REVEAL
          The ACCOUNTANT. Least he sure as shit looks like an
          accountant in blue suit and purple power tie. Not especially
          large. Nice looking face. Something trustworthy about him.
          Friendly even.
          He loosens his tie, slips his jacket off and tosses it over
          his shoulder. There's a bounce in his step.

          INT. FAT LOU'S ROADSIDE DINER - DUSK

          NormaJean looks up as the Accountant enters.

                         NORMAJEAN
          Have a seat sweetie. Mary there
          will be right with you.
          Indian Mother Mary turns. Piper's replacement. She stops in
          her tracks. Stares at the Accountant.
          He winks at her.
          A shiver runs through Mother Mary. She backs away then
          rushes from the diner.

                         NORMAJEAN
          Mary?!
          Fat Lou leans from the Kitchen window.

                         FAT LOU
          Where's she going?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          20.
          The Accountant turns to Lou. Stares. Then --

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You. Fat fuck. Come here.
          Lou stares.

                         FAT LOU
          What did you call me?
          The Accountant smiles.
          Fat Lou vanishes from the window then BURSTS from the kitchen.

                         FAT LOU
          I said, what did you call--

                         ACCOUNTANT
          --I called you ‘fat fuck' and we had
          better leave it at that unless you'd
          prefer I call you ‘dead fat fuck.'

                         FAT LOU
          Wha-what?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I'm looking for someone. An old
          man. White hair. Five-eleven.
          The Accountant smells the air, embraces it.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          He was here earlier. Traveling
          light. Likely on foot.

                         FAT LOU
          Who are you?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I'm the Accountant.

                         FAT LOU
          That's supposed to mean something
          to me?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          It will if I add you to the books.
          And if you don't tell me what I
          want to know...
          NormaJean opens her mouth to speak. Shuts it.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          21.
          The Accountant turns to her, quickly. So quickly she takes a
          step back.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You had something to say?

                         NORMAJEAN
          He was here. Earlier.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Yes. We've established that.

                         NORMAJEAN
          Terrible tipper.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I'm sure he was. Where did he go?
          She points.

                         NORMAJEAN
          That way. West. On foot.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - NIGHT

          The GTO THUNDERS past.

          INT. GTO - NIGHT

          Piper is curled up in a fetal position in the big back seat.
          She sits up slowly. Her eyes are blackened. But clearly
          Milton has cleaned her up. She props herself on an elbow,
          looks at the jacket covering her.
          Milton is driving. He gazes out the window...up to the sky.
          Piper looks.
          The MOON hangs a few days from full.
          Piper slides over the seat, drags Milton's jacket with her,
          then slips into it, wrapping herself as if cold.

                         MILTON
          Want me to roll the window up?

                         PIPER
          You didn't kill him did you?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          22.

                         MILTON
          No but he'll likely piss blood for
          a day or two.

                         PIPER
          Thanks for that.

                         MILTON
          Hungry?
          He gestures through the windshield as they pass a “Welcome to
          Utah” sign. Beyond, there are lights ahead.

                         PIPER
          Utah?

                         MILTON
          You mentioned San Francisco.

                         PIPER
          Appreciate what you done for me
          back there but I ain't takin you
          all the way to--

                         MILTON
          --My business is in Nevada. Can
          you get me that far?

                         PIPER
          What business?

                         MILTON
          I'm looking for someone. You
          hungry or not?
          Piper considers for a moment, then--

                         PIPER
          Yeah. I could eat.

                         MILTON
          Name's Milton. You're Piper,
          right?

                         PIPER
          You try to kill me and dump me in
          the desert I'll cut your nuts off.

                         MILTON
          Fair enough.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          23.

          INT. BULL BY THE BALLS BAR AND GRILL - NIGHT

          Pool tables, old pin ball machines and an odd mix of BIKERS,
          COWBOYS and the SLUTS who love them.
          Piper and Milton slide into a booth. Piper eyes a Latino
          BUSBOY, nice biceps, jeans too tight.
          ROY, a greasy fella in his fifties approaches, big happy
          looking fucker, owns the joint.

                         GREASY FELLA
          Greetings folks, welcome to the
          Bull by the Balls...
          He stops. Smile fades. Stares at Milton, mouth agape.

                         MILTON
          Roy.

                         ROY
          Milton?
          Roy doesn't even try to hide his dislike of Milton.

                         ROY
          Thought you were dead.

                         MILTON
          You hoped I was dead. Not the same.

                         ROY
          You planning on staying?
          Milton eyes a door marked “Motel Guests”.

                         MILTON
          Got a problem with that?

                         ROY
          Your money's good as any I‘spect.
          But be gone by dawn.
          With Roy turns his back on them and walks away.

                         PIPER
          What was that all about?

                         MILTON
          Back in another life I used to
          drive a truck through these parts.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          24.

                         PIPER
          And you'd spend the night here?

                         MILTON
          I'd spend the night here fucking
          his wife.
          Suddenly Milton twists around, stares toward the bar.

                         PIPER
          What's wrong?

                         MILTON
          I...nothing I guess.
          A large breasted waitress, fuckin' hot for a woman in her
          fifties, approaches with chips and salsa. Eyes Milton.

                         CANDY
          Well, hello. I'm Candy. Start you
          off with some drinks?

                         MILTON
          Beer.

                         PIPER
          Same.
          Candy plops two pens and index cards on the table.

                         CANDY
          And I'll need to see your IDs.
          Piper pulls her license absently and slides it over, begins
          filling out the card.

                         MILTON
          What is this?

                         PIPER
          Guess it's been awhile since you
          drove that truck through here.

                         CANDY
          You want a drink? You gotta be a
          member. Dry county.

                         MILTON
          You're kidding.

                         CANDY
          Welcome to Utah, Mr...

                         

                         

                         

                         

          25.
          She takes his license.

                         MILTON
          Call me Milton.

                         CANDY
          This license isn't just expired.
          It's an antique.

                         MILTON
          Fine, then bring me a milk.
          She tosses his card on the table.

                         CANDY
          For you, gorgeous, we'll break the
          rules. Shhhh, don't tell nobody.
          Milton watches her go. Drinking her up.

                         PIPER
          You gonna tap that?

                         MILTON
          Tap what?

                         PIPER
          Jeez, Milton, how long's it been?
          Sounds like you used to stick it in
          anything with a crack.

                         MILTON
          Yeah. Well. I've been distracted.

                         PIPER
          Suit yourself. But nobody reaches
          the end and says, “Wish I hadn't
          fucked so much.”
          Milton's gaze returns to Candy. Even a man as driven as he
          needs a reboot sometimes. Candy catches his look, smiles.
          Piper slides from the booth.

                         MILTON
          Where are you...?

                         PIPER
          I'm gonna do my nails, take a hot
          bath and sleep in a warm bed.

                         MILTON
          What about your beer?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          26.

                         PIPER
          You drink it. See you at dawn.
          But she walks right passed the “Motel Guests” door and
          approaches the Busboy, who's already eyeing her.
          As she does, our focus settles on a shadowy area at the back
          of the bar. JONAH KING steps into the light. Ruggedly good
          looking. He wears a necklace with something bulky hidden
          beneath his shirt. There's an old scar under his left eye
          but a scar on this guy simply adds to his fuckabilty factor.
          He glances at Milton then --

                         JONAH KING
          It's Roy isn't it?
          Roy spins from the bar, smiles a friendly smile.

                         ROY
          Sure is. Get you a drink friend?

                         JONAH KING
          Fantastic place you have here. You
          don't happen to rent it out for
          parties do you?

                         ROY
          We sure do. You planing a party?
          Again Jonah glances at Milton.

                         JONAH KING
          Oh yes. Tonight, in fact.

          INT. LAURA'S MOTEL - ROOM 9 - NIGHT

          The Television chatters away with local nightly news. Frank
          ignores it, paces on the phone. As he does, we see Jonah
          King's face on the TV. The same guy from the bar. Archive
          footage of him preaching, warm, friendly.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          27.

           FRANK TV NEWS
           Mom...Mom...Mom! Would you Reverend Jonah King, the self-
           shut up and listen?! I've proclaimed prophet whose
           lost her for good this time. church has come under fire
           She's gone. I just want my for his anti-establishment
          car back. (a beat) messages, is wanted for
           Because...because...arrrg! questioning in the brutal
           Because I smacked her one, murder of the young parents.
           okay?!. Smacked her a couple While police say this is a
           of times, in fact. (a beat) routine questioning witnesses
           You don't think I know that?! place King in the area and we
           Mom...Mom! It's over! End of have recently learned that
           story. She ain't coming King had a prior relationship
           back. Mom...mom...Mom! with one of the deceased.

                         KNOCK KNOCK

                          FRANK
          I gotta go.
          Frank clicks his phone shut, jerks the door open to find --
          The Accountant smiling at him.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          There was an old man, yes?

                         FRANK
          Wha?
          The Accountant sniffs the air.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          White hair. Angry with attitude.

                         FRANK
          Sumbitch kicked me in the face.
          Who are you?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I'm the Accountant.

                         FRANK
          The wha? I called the cops, not a
          bean-counter?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          The old man? Where did he go?

                         FRANK
          Fuck should I know where he went?
          I woke up and all three were gone.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          28.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          All three?

                         FRANK
          The bitch, the old man and my car!

                         ACCOUNTANT
          What kind of car?

                         FRANK
          You know what, fuck you. You ain't
          no cop. I'm done talking.
          Frank starts to close the door but the Accountant grabs his
          wrist, twists him around and shoves him into the room!
          Frank doesn't stumble forward. He flies. Lifted off the
          ground his toes drag the floor, Frank SLAMS into the opposite
          wall and bounces into the dresser.

                         FRANK
          You son of a --
          Frank staggers to his feet. Dazed. Mouth bleeding. He
          wipes blood onto the back of his hand.

                         FRANK
          You...you made me bleed.
          Frank pulls a baseball bat from behind the dresser.

                         FRANK
          You leave me no choice but to beat
          you with this Louisville Slugger.
          Frank takes a step, swings at the Accountant.
          The Accountant dodges.
          Bat SMASHES down on the TV. SPARKS & GLASS fly.
          The Accountant STOMPS on the bat, SNAPS it in two.
          SLOMO: The short end rips from Frank's hands, knocks him
          backwards. The piece spins in the air - for a second, hangs
          there until...
          The Accountant snatches it, letting his follow-through gather
          momentum.
          Frank can only watch as the Accountant -

          HURLS THE JAGGED TIP OF THE BAT RIGHT AT HIM --

                         

                         

                         

                         

          29.
          The tip STRIKES Frank in the shoulder with such force, it
          impales him up to the knob. Drives him backwards where it
          embeds into the wall!
          The Accountant grabs the broken barrel end of the bat, tosses
          it from hand to hand with a loud SLAP of flesh on wood.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          What kind of car?

                         FRANK
          (dazed) I...what?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Your car. What kind is it?
          Frank stares down at the bat protruding from his shoulder.

                         FRANK
          Wha...what did you do?
          The Accountant reaches out and twists the bat. Frank SCREAMS
          out in pain.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Answer the question.

                         FRANK
          A ‘67 GTO! Arrgg!
          The Accountant turns and walks toward the door. Stops to eye
          a framed photo of Piper and Frank on the dresser.

                         FRANK
          Hey! Just hold on!
          The Accountant pivots and flings the barrel of the bat.

          FRANK'S POV
          It's coming right at his face. Frank tries to dodge...twists
          his head...no good.
          The other end of the broken bat RAMS through his face, PINS
          his head to the wall. The words Louisville Slugger just
          visible where Frank's face should be.

          EXT. LAURA'S MOTEL - NIGHT

          The Accountant exits as two STATE TROOPERS approach, their
          vehicle parked behind them.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          30.

                         TROOPER #1
          Frank Raimi?

                         TROOPER #2
          You called about a stolen car?
          The Accountant gestures over his shoulder.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          In there.
          Trooper #1 moves toward the opened door. The Accountant
          steps in front of Trooper #2.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I'm looking for someone. Five-
          eleven. White hair. Driving a ‘67
          GTO. He's traveling with her.
          He hands Trooper #2 the framed photo.

                         TROOPER #2
          Excuse me?
          The Accountant pulls a shiny, ancient coin, worn from being
          worried over the years, from his pocket. He tosses it, the
          coin catching the light, glinting madly. Trooper #2 stares at
          it. Can't seem to take his eyes off it.
          Trooper #1's eyes widen as he stares into Frank's room.

                         TROOPER #1
          Jesus.
          He pulls his gun. Points it at the Accountant.

                         TROOPER #1
          Keep your hands where I can see them!

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Troopers, this is your lucky day.
          Trooper #2 is watching the hypnotic glinting coin.
          ANGLE - High looking down on the trio as the coin spins right
          in front of us - we glimpse the ancient face in the worn
          silver - Roman maybe?

                         TROOPER #1
          Show us your hands, asshole.
          (to his partner)
          What's the matter with you?! Draw
          your weapon!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          31.
          Trooper #2 slowly reaches for his gun until...
          The Accountant snatches the coin from the sky, thrusts it at
          the two cops.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Here. Look at this.
          They don't see a coin. But a badge. Letters F.B.I. on it.

                         TROOPER #1
          You're... you're a Fed?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          In pursuit of a white haired man. John
          Milton. He's travelling with the girl
          in this picture.
          Trooper #1 fixes his eyes on the photo of Piper & Frank in
          his partner's hand. Lowers his weapon.

                         TROOPER #1
          But, that guy, in the room. He's -

                         ACCOUNTANT
          --Dead. Yes. I'd say it's
          unfortunate, but I'd be lying.
          World won't miss him. Look,
          troopers. I need your help with my
          pursuit of this fugitive. If we,
          we three, can apprehend him...you
          are ambitious, correct.

                         TROOPER #2
          I guess...

                         TROOPER #1
          Yes, we are...

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Wasn't actually a question. I can
          tell you are. Success will mean
          promotion. Pay raise. I guarantee
          it. Now we are going to hunt this
          Milton, we are going to find the
          GTO he's driving and when we find
          him, you will shoot to kill. You
          understand? Shoot. To. Kill.
          The Accountant's voice is velvet. Hypnotic. Seductive.
          Purposeful. Promising glory with a hint of damnation.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          32.

                         TROOPER #1
          That's against protocol...

                         ACCOUNTANT
          This man is highly dangerous. He
          has killed and will kill again. He
          must be taken down on sight. The
          time it takes you to follow your
          protocols is the time it takes him
          to end your life.
          The Accountant crosses to the cruiser's back door, the coin
          disappearing back into his pocket.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Shall we?

          INT. BULL BY THE BALLS MOTEL - NIGHT

          We're staring into two motel rooms. We're cheating...the
          wall that divides the rooms...divides the screen. The beds
          in each room butted up against the dividing wall.
          On one side we see Piper, on her back. Still clothed. At
          her feet, on his knees and completely naked, the Busboy.
          He's painting her toenails.
          On the other side we see Milton, on his back. Candy riding
          him like a fucking big-tittied stallion. Candy is a SCREAMER.
          The Busboy looks up, timidly. Then...

                         BUSBOY
          Uh, are we gonna do it?

                         PIPER
          Well, I don't know, baby. Depends
          on how well you do those nails.
          Now pay attention. You might need
          to redo that one.
          He hunches over and gets back to work. As Piper ties her
          hair up with a pink bandanna. Candy's SEX SCREAMS are
          starting to annoy the fuck out of her.
          She twists around with frustration and POUNDS the wall.

                         PIPER
          Shut the fuck up in there!
          Milton twist and POUNDS the wall right back.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          33.

                         MILTON
          You shut the fuck up!
          That's it!
          Piper swings her legs off of the bed. Busboy wasn't prepared
          and topples backwards to the floor.

                         PIPER
          (giggles) Oh! Sorry, I didn't
          mean...
          She stops. Stares.
          Movement. Someone stepped quickly away from the window.

          INT. BULL BY THE BALLS BAR AND GRILL - NIGHT

          Piper BURSTS into the room ready to kick ass and take names.
          But...the place is...empty. Food still on the plates. Beer
          in the mugs. The TV over the bar is still on.
          We see footage of a Nevada Amber Alert. “Baby Tabitha still
          missing” A photo of a baby in pink onesie. Then appearing
          beside it...the photo of Jonah King.

                         TV NEWS
          ...issued an all points bulletin for
          Jonah King's immediate detention in
          connection with the murder of a young
          married couple in Loveland, Colorado.
          Their infant girl is believed to have
          been abducted by this religious sect.
          A nation-wide Amber Alert is now in
          full effect.
          Piper stares at the TV for a moment, then scans the bar.
          What the fuck?
          She eyes the EXIT sign where an assortment of athletic
          equipment hangs from the wall.

          EXT. BULL BY THE BALLS BAR - BACKLOT - NIGHT

          Piper exits with a hockey stick.
          A few cars are left in the lot. A black Chevy van with flames
          stands out, parked in front of a barn/storage building.
          Piper crosses to a window in the bar/motel.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          34.

                         THROUGH WINDOW
          Busboy sits on Piper's bed. Still naked. He holds her nail
          polish to his nose. Sniffs. Jerks his head back.

                         PIPER
          Imbecile.

                         A NOISE
          Piper spins, grips the hockey stick.
          No one. The cars are empty. The barn looks undistur...
          A light GLOWS within the barn, bleeding through the wood
          slats. Then...
          CRREEEEEEEK...barn door slowly swings open.
          ...revealing THREE SILHOUETTES backlit by a hanging lamp.
          One holds a shovel. The other heaves an ax over his
          shoulder. The third holds a shotgun.
          The side door on the flamed van slides open. TWO SILHOUETTES
          step out. Baseball bat and machete.

                         FOOTSTEPS
          Piper spins as THREE DARK FIGURES appear around the side of
          the bar/motel. Sledge hammer, iron pipe, sickle.
          Surrounded. All seven begin walking toward her.
          Piper rushes back inside.

          INT. BULL BY THE BALLS BAR - NIGHT

          Still empty. Piper turns toward the door marked “Motel
          Guests” then hesitates.
          Instead she dives under a booth table...as...
          The back door opens.

          PIPER'S POV
          LEGS. Three sets. Beat up sneakers. Work boots. Cowboy
          boots with a duct tape patch.
          A door opens. Piper sucks in breath. More legs appear.

                         ANOTHER ANGLE

                         

                         

                         

                         

          35.
          Shadows approach the desk counter near the “Motel Guests”
          door. There's an open guest book on the counter top.

          CLOSE ON GUEST BOOK
          As a weathered hand comes into view. A finger traces down to
          the last two entries.
          Piper Lee RM 111
          John Milton RM 112

          INT. BULL BY THE BALLS MOTEL - MILTON'S ROOM - NIGHT

          Candy's still on top. She is, as we say in the fuck
          industry, “close”.

                         CANDY
          Close'm'close'm'close'm'close.
          Suddenly Milton's head jerks toward the door.
          His hand shoots beneath his pillow as--
          The door BURSTS OPEN!
          MAN WITH AN IRON PIPE held high rushes into the room.
          Milton comes up with a 357 hand cannon!

          KAFOOM!
          IRON PIPE is BLOWN backwards into MAN WITH MACHETE!
          Milton thrusts upright, suddenly Candy finds herself beneath
          him as --
          Machete HEAVES Iron Pipe to the side and rushes toward Milton
          as -- KAFOOM! He's blown off his feet!

          KER-SMASH!
          The window shatters as a MAN WITH BASEBALL BAT dives, hits,
          rolls and comes up swinging!
          Milton snakes an arm beneath Candy and rolls from the bed
          with her! As they fall--
          The bat SLAMS onto the mattress just missing them as --

          KA-BOOM!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          36.
          Milton turns Baseball Bat's head into a canoe!
          Milton on bottom again as they crash to the floor, still
          intertwined.

          FWOOM!
          The door adjoining Milton and Piper's room EXPLODES open at
          his feet!
          MAN WITH AXE and MAN WITH SHOTGUN enter!
          Milton, presses Candy's face into his chest, twisting his
          body to shield her as his 357 THUNDERS twice!
          Shotgun's eye vaporizes in a mist! He drops to his knees.
          Man with Axe clutches his throat...blood gushing...turns and
          flees back into the adjoining room as --

          KUH-FWAM!
          The bathroom door flies open!

          MILTON'S POV
          Staring under the bed, Cowboy boots with duct tape patch
          appears.
          Chamber opens. Shells drop to dirty carpet. Milton rolls
          Candy over, still connected. Fumbles in his bag on the floor.
          COWBOY with SLEDGE HAMMER freezes at the carnage. Can't see
          Milton. Because he's hidden by the bed.

          COWBOY WITH SLEDGE
          Old Man. You know you can't stop
          what's comin' That little girl's
          as good as dead.
          TWO BULLETS slide into the 357. Chamber SNICKS shut.
          Milton aims under the bed. FIRES!
          Half the man's foot is blown to hell! He hops then crashes
          to the floor!
          He and Milton make eye contact beneath the bed...a nanosecond
          before Sledge Hammer's forehead implodes.

                         A NOISE
          Milton rolls Candy beneath him again and raises his head just
          in time to see--

                         

                         

                         

                         

          37.
          MAN WITH SICKLE enter!
          He stares at his dead comrades in rage then glares at Milton.
          The glare becomes fear.
          Milton's already aiming the 357, then --

          CLICK. CLICK-CLICK-CLICK
          Sickle smiles, raises the bladed weapon and--

          KUR-RUNCH!
          The top of his head SPATTERS BLOOD as a hockey stick crashes
          down from above and behind.
          Sickle drops to the floor revealing Piper, white knuckling
          the hockey stick...her face pale.

                         MILTON
          Thanks. Apparently I shot my wad.
          Milton stares down into Candy's face.
          Her whole body QUAKES...CONVULSES. She sucks in breath and
          opens her eyes.

                         CANDY
          Jesus Christ. You're the best fuck
          I've ever had.
          Piper crosses to the adjoining room.

                         CANDY
          Hello? Do you mind?! We're...
          Candy sits up and suddenly takes in her surroundings. She
          SCREAMS, wraps herself in a sheet and flees from the room.

          PIPER'S POV INTO HER ROOM
          Man with Axe is lying face down in his own blood. Dead. But
          it's Busboy who draws Piper's attention. Lying beneath blood
          drenched white sheets. He never saw it coming.

                         PIPER
          Aw, hell.
          Milton, in pants, pulls his shirt on, rolls Man with
          Shotgun's face with his boot. Reloads the 357.

                         MILTON
          I definitely got their attention.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          38.

                         PIPER
          What. The fuck? You know these people?
          Milton flings his duffle over his shoulder.

                         MILTON
          Come on. There are probably more.

          EXT. BULL BY THE BALLS BAR - FRONT - NIGHT

          Jonah King slips from the bar and rushes toward a parked
          Sedan. He POPS the trunk and grabs a gym bag. As he crosses
          toward the Driver's side door...
          The gym bag starts to CRY.

                         JONAH KING
          Shhhh. Don't cry little precious.
          FF-FFUMP! Two doors shut.
          Jonah King turns, freezes.
          Our two State Troopers stand near their parked cruiser,
          staring from Jonah to the CRYING gym bag.
          For a cop, this is that one in a life time event. A career
          maker. News. Media. Leno. Then--
          The cruiser's back door opens. The Accountant steps out. He
          ignores Jonah King and the crying gym bag.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Troopers. Remember why we're here.
          He walks by them towards the front door of the bar.
          Both Troopers turn and move around the side of building.
          Jonah King...stares...stunned, he absentmindedly scratches at
          the old scar on his face then leaps into the Sedan with the
          gym bag, engine ROARS to life.

          EXT. BULL BY THE BALLS BAR - BACK LOT - NIGHT

          Milton and Piper exit into the back lot.

                         PIPER
          Milton, I'm serious! I want some
          answers!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          39.
          They turn as the SPEEDING Sedan tears onto the highway. As
          it disappears behind the barn it reveals --
          --Man With Shovel. He FLINGS the barn doors open, stares at
          Milton and Piper for a moment then vanishes within.

                         MILTON
          Yeah, we both want some answers.
          Milton moves toward the barn as--
          The State Troopers walk around the bar.
          Everyone freezes.
          The Troopers stare from Piper to Milton, then back to Piper.
          Recognition.

                         MILTON
          Aw fuck.
          Milton grabs Piper, places himself between she and the
          Troopers as they go for their guns.

                         MILTON
          Come on!
          Milton pulls the 357 and opens fire!
          The Troopers, emboldened and fearless, stand their ground and
          shoot back!

          FFFUMP!
          Milton staggers, clutches his side. A crimson spot spreads
          across his belly. Piper tries to catch him as he stumbles,
          falls to one knee, his duffle tumbles to the ground, clothes
          spilling from within.

                         PIPER
          No!
          The Troopers keep FIRING!
          Piper stares down at Milton's open duffle. There's a gun
          lying within the spilled clothes. An ancient six shooter.
          We get just a glimpse, but we can tell this isn't just any
          old gun. There's detailed inscriptions scrawled into the
          metal. The steel of it is thick, tarnished and somehow angry.
          She reaches for it.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          40.

                         MILTON
          No! Not that one.
          He shoves the 357 toward her. Piper snatches it without
          hesitation, rises and --

          KUPOW!
          Trooper #1's chest EXPLODES. The force spins him...still
          firing...he SHOOTS Trooper #2 in the ear!
          Both men crash to the ground. Dead.

          KAFOOM!
          The barn doors explode outward as a big Dodge truck powers
          toward the highway, Man with Shovel behind the wheel.
          Piper turns to find Milton struggling toward the GTO.

                         PIPER
          What are you doing?!

                         MILTON
          Have to stop him...

                         PIPER
          Milton! Those cops weren't trying
          to arrest us!

                         MILTON
          No. They weren't. Get in.
          Milton climbs behind the GTO's wheel.

                         PIPER
          I'll drive.

                         MILTON
          You gotta patch me up. I'll drive.
          Piper fumes but climbs into the passengers seat.

          INT. GTO - NIGHT

          The car RUMBLES to life!

                         PIPER
          They were trying to kill us!

                         MILTON
          Yes.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          41.

                         PIPER
          They were trying to kill you.

                         MILTON
          Yes.
          Milton floors it! As the GTO fishtails toward the highway--

                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          The Accountant steps from the back door of the bar.
          Hunter and Hunted glare.

                         MILTON
          Christ.
          Piper's attention is still on the dead cops.

                         PIPER
          Christ is right! They start
          shooting with no warning?! What
          are you, a murderer? You escape
          from prison or something?
          The GTO tears onto the highway!

          IN REARVIEW MIRROR
          The Accountant just stands there...fading into the darkness.

                         PIPER
          Well?! Which is it?!

                         MILTON
          Both.
          Piper raises the gun, points it at Milton.

                         PIPER
          What have you gotten me into? I
          should...I should...Jesus, I just
          killed a cop! I'm going to prison.
          Give me one good reason I shouldn't
          shoot you in the face.

                         MILTON
          Because I'm driving.

                         PIPER
          You know what I mean!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          42.
          Milton gestures through the windshield, toward the distant
          brake lights ahead.

                         MILTON
          They took my grand-baby. Took my
          grand-baby and killed my...
          He breaks off. Looks away.

                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          We see the lighted Amber Alert sign come into view and
          quickly blur passed.
          Piper stares at Milton.

                         PIPER
          The little girl on the news? The
          baby girl they're looking for?
          Milton nods.

                         PIPER
          But the news said the baby's
          parents were...
          Piper stops.
          Milton's eyes glisten. He speaks in a whisper.

                         MILTON
          Sons of bitches killed my daughter.
          Piper stares. Milton steadies himself.

                         MILTON
          So Yeah. I busted out. And I'm
          gonna get my grand-baby back. I'm
          gonna get her back and I'm gonna
          kill every last one of the fuckers.

                         (A BEAT)
          You want out, I'll understand.
          Piper considers, then --

          KUH-FWAM!
          They both slam into their seats as the GTO is rear-ended.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          43.

          EXT. GTO - NIGHT

          It's the Trooper's cruiser. The Accountant, face blank, sits
          behind the wheel.

          INT. GTO - NIGHT

          Milton fights with the wheel as the muscle car fishtails. He
          mashes the accelerator pulling out of the spin!

                         MILTON
          In the back seat. Now.

                         PIPER
          What? Why?

                         MILTON
          Now!
          Piper scrambles into the back seat as Milton watches the
          cruiser pull up along side him.

                         MILTON
          Shotgun. It's already loaded.
          Piper digs the shotgun from the duffle and heaves it into the
          front seat.

                         MILTON
          Have the other one ready. Not the
          357. The OLD one.

          THROUGH PASSENGER WINDOW
          The cruiser pulls up and matches the GTO's speed. After a
          beat the Accountant turns and smiles at Milton.
          Milton smiles back, lifts the shotgun, shoves the barrel
          through the passenger window.

          BOOOM!

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - DRY GORGE BRIDGE - NIGHT

          The cruiser's driver's side window explodes.

          INT. GTO - NIGHT


          MILTON'S POV

                         

                         

                         

                         

          44.
          The Accountant brushes shattered glass from his shoulder.
          When he looks back at Milton its with a face of arrogance. A
          cat toying with a three-legged mouse. He pulls the cruiser
          next to Milton. Matches the GTO's speed. Shouts across.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          It's over, Milton. Stop the car.

                         MILTON
          I can't do that.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Really? What makes you think you
          have a choice?

                         MILTON
          I got something I gotta do first.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Then you should have done it a long
          time ago.

                         MILTON
          I didn't have to do it a long time ago!

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Milton, I will kill that nice woman
          in the backseat to get to you.

                         MILTON
          I won't let you do that.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Again. What makes you think you
          have a choice?

                         MILTON

                         (TO PIPER)
          Now.
          Piper hands Milton the ancient Six Shooter. Milton snatches
          it, points it across the gap between cars, pulls back the
          hammer with a thunderous...KUH-THUNK.

                         MILTON
          This does.
          The Accountant's eyes widen.

          SSHHU-BOOOM!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          45.
          It's as if God tripped, fell and the entire earth shook as a
          result!
          The recoil nearly rips Milton's arm off.
          We travel with the slug, fire trailing it, as it SLOMOs
          toward the Accountant...his eyes continuing to widen...the
          muscles in his face contracting.

          INT. CRUISER - NIGHT

          The Accountant cuts the wheel. Hard.
          He wracks his head around as the slug just kisses his cheek.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - DRY GORGE BRIDGE - NIGHT

          The Cruiser SLAMS into the guard rail! The back-end rockets
          forward as the cruiser goes into a spin.
          The GTO fishtails away.

          INT. GTO - NIGHT

          Milton fights with the wheel as --

          IN REARVIEW MIRROR
          The Cruiser bucks up and over the guard rail.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - DRY GORGE BRIDGE - NIGHT

          The Cruiser, spins like a top, helicopters out over the
          nothingness and plummets to the dry valley below.

          KER-FRUNCH!
          And flattens sending out a dusty shockwave in all directions.

          INT. GTO - NIGHT

          Milton manages to stop the GTO before it slams into the rail.
          The GTO BUCKS and STALLS.
          He breathes a sigh, then turns and stares in the direction
          they'd been going.
          He can just make out the fleeing Cultist's tail lights.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          46.
          The back door opens. Piper leaps out.

                         MILTON
          Piper! Wait!
          Milton watches the taillights vanish over a distant ridge.
          He starts the engine...then hesitates...

          THROUGH BACK WINDOW
          Piper approaches the destroyed guard rail.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - DRY GORGE BRIDGE - NIGHT

          Piper stares into the valley below.

                         HER POV
          We can just make out the flattened Cruiser in the light of
          the three quarter moon. No fireball. No smoke. No sign of
          movement. Just flattened metal.

                         PIPER
          He's not one of the ones who took
          your granddaughter, is he?

          MOVE TO REVEAL
          Milton stands behind her. Shakes his head.

                         MILTON
          Someone else.

                         PIPER
          Is there anyone not trying to kill you?
          Milton stares up the road. Piper considers, then --

                         PIPER
          Come on. I'll help you. But
          we're dealing with that first?
          She points to his blood soaked shirt.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - NIGHT

          The GTO THUNDERS beneath a starry sky.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          47.

          INT. GTO - NIGHT


          CLOSE ON SPEEDOMETER
          The needle hovers at 95 mph.

          PULL BACK TO REVEAL
          Piper behind the wheel. Milton, shirtless, his stomach
          wrapped in homemade bandages, grabs his shotgun, reloads.

                         MILTON
          My daughter got mixed up with the son
          of a bitch right out of college.

                         PIPER
          She knew him? She knew Jonah King,
          the man they think killed...
          She stops herself.

                         MILTON
          She knew him. The world was in a
          fuckin tailspin and King was
          preaching quiet revolution.
          He places the shotgun on the dash, grabs the 357.

                         MILTON
          It was four months before she
          realized ‘quiet' meant hiding in
          the basement, cutting the heads off
          chickens.

                         PIPER
          Jonah King was into voodoo?
          Milton reloads the 357, slowly, methodically.

                         MILTON
          Voodoo, the occult, not much he
          wasn't into. When she told him she
          was leaving, he helped her pack.
          Gassed up her car. Cooked her a
          hot meal. Then while she slept he
          broke her leg in three places with
          a tire iron.

                         PIPER
          Jesus.
          She twists her pink bandanna nervously in her hands.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          48.

                         MILTON
          She learned her lessen. Was a good
          little follower for eighteen
          months. That's when they met with
          some witch doctor bullshit artist
          in Chinatown. It was Chinese New
          Year so the place was wall to wall
          slants. She saw her chance,
          stabbed Jonah in the face with a
          souvenir corkscrew and vanished
          into the crowd.

                         PIPER
          Milton. Your daughter was in a
          cult for two years and you didn't
          know? Why didn't you help her?
          Milton grabs the ancient six shooter. It's got real weight.
          His blood-stained fingers run down the scrolled steel. The
          gun almost seems alive. Pops the chamber.

                         MILTON
          I didn't find out about any of this
          until...until I got locked up.
          Only two bullets left. He SNAPS the gun shut.
          Shoves it into his duffle.

                         PIPER
          Not gonna reload?

                         MILTON
          Only had three bullets to begin...

                         PIPER
          Milton.

                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          Lights ahead. Several. And road flares. There's been an
          accident.
          Milton eases the shotgun into his lap.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CRASH SITE - DAWN

          Several vehicles and an RV block the road. The PASSENGERS
          scramble back and forth. There's a jack-knifed flatbed, a
          crumpled Station Wagon and the Cultist's Dodge truck is
          overturned on the shoulder.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          49.

          INT. GTO - DAWN


                         PIPER
          That's his truck.

                         MILTON
          Stay put. I won't be long.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CRASH SITE - DAWN

          Milton climbs from the GTO and crosses toward the overturned
          Dodge. He lets the shotgun dangle at his side, keeping it
          hidden behind him.
          TATTOOED GUY and SKANKY GAL stand near the RV with MAN IN
          LEATHER JACKET. BUSINESS WOMAN paces on her cell phone.
          Milton glances at MAN WITH WIG sitting in the driver's seat
          of his station wagon, his face in his hands. LADY IN
          LEOPARDSKIN HOTPANTS kneels beside him. In the passenger
          seat, BURLY DUDE's on his phone. Watching Milton.
          There's a couple near the overturned Dodge. TRUCK DRIVING
          WOMAN gazes into the upsidedown cab. THIN OLD MAN rises and
          nods as Milton approaches.

          THIN OLD MAN
          I think he's gonna be okay.

                         MILTON
          Is that right?
          In a swift move, Milton RATCHETS a shell into the chamber,
          drops to one knee, aims into the cab.

          MILTON'S POV
          The cab is empty.
          Somewhere near, we hear a MUFFLED BABY'S CRY.

          CLOSE ON MILTON'S FACE
          Realization. Shit. But it's too late.
          A snub-nosed .38 appears at his temple.

          THIN OLD MAN
          I wouldn't.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          50.

          PIPER (O.S.)
          Milton!
          Milton rises slowly and takes in the situation.
          Tattooed Guy comes up fast behind the GTO. We get a good
          look at him. It's Man with Shovel. Piper's getting out,
          doesn't see Tattooed Guy until he's grabbed her. Presses the
          pistol in her ribs.

                         PIPER
          Hey! Let me go, fucker!
          She goes to fight but Man in Leather Jacket approaches her
          with an axe. Burly Dude is with him.

                         MILTON
          Don't Piper! (to Thin Old Man)
          Let her go. She's a pain in the
          ass you don't want.
          Milton still hasn't let go of his shotgun.

          THIN OLD MAN
          Drop it. Or we'll gut her.
          To emphasize the point, Truck Driving Woman pulls a Rambo
          Knife from her purse and smiles a missing toothed smile.
          Milton drops the shotgun as --
          --Man With Wig steps from his car with a scoped hunting
          rifle. Lady in Leopardskin rises revealing a baseball bat
          with nails and spikes protruding from the end.
          Skanky Gal and Business Woman open the RV's door.
          Jonah King steps from within then smiles down at Milton. He
          cradles a baby in his arms.

                         JONAH KING
          Milton, isn't it? Why are you here?
          Why are you making such a fuss?

                         MILTON
          Isn't that obvious, you sick fuck?
          I'm here for her.
          Milton gestures toward the baby.

                         JONAH KING
          What's obvious is that you clearly
          abandoned your daughter.

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          51.
          JONAH KING (cont'd)
          Crushed her so completely that she
          told everyone you were dead. No,
          Milton, I cannot in good faith hand
          over this child to you.

                         MILTON
          But sacrificing her under the full
          fuckin moon, that's okay?

                         JONAH KING
          Okay? Milton, your granddaughter is
          unbelievably blessed. Look around.
          The world's on fire. Companies own
          our governments and the people
          suffer. Daily. And will continue to
          suffer until change comes. And
          change will come. Thanks to your
          granddaughter, Milton. She will open
          the door to a new world order.

                         MILTON
          Your BS don't work on me. You
          killed my daughter but I won't let
          you kill my grandbaby.

                         JONAH KING
          Your daughter's death was an
          accident.

                         MILTON
          No shithead, it wasn't. I saw the
          whole damn thing. I saw who you
          are when no one's lookin'. And I
          saw what that night cost ya.
          Jonah's armor cracks a little as Milton faces the others.

                         JONAH KING
          Milton, you're embarrassing your--

                         MILTON
          (to the crowd)
          --What was it three or four days
          before he showed after killin my
          little girl? You jerkoffs didn't
          notice he was walking a little stiff?
          Milton glances at Skanky Gal and Business Woman.

                         MILTON
          When's the last time he shared a
          bed with either of you? Before
          that night, right?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          52.
          The girls shoot a nervous glance at Jonah.

                         MILTON
          You forced my daughter onto her
          knees, you sonofabitch. And she made
          you pay for it.
          Jonah stares at Milton in shock. How does he know?

                         MILTON
          But don't take my word for it. Ask
          him. Leather Jacket was there.
          Jonah made him swear not to tell.
          Jonah lifts a .38 auto from within the baby's blanket and
          shoots Leather Jacket in the forehead.
          Piper SCREAMS. The Baby starts CRYING.
          Jonah shoves the baby into Skanky Gal's arms then swings the
          gun toward Milton.

                         JONAH KING
          Put the blonde in the RV.
          Tattooed Guy shoves Piper toward the RV as Skanky and
          Business woman climb in with the baby.
          Jonah aims the gun at Milton's face.

                         MILTON
          I'm only gonna make this offer
          once. Give me my granddaughter and
          I'll let you liv--

          KAPOW!
          He shoots Milton in the left eye! Milton's head snaps, he
          falls to the ground on his back.

                         PIPER
          No!!!
          Tattooed Guy shoves Piper into the RV.

          INT. RV - DAWN

          Skanky tries to calm the crying baby. Tattoo shoves Piper
          onto the travel couch then hands the gun to Business Woman.

                         BUSINESS WOMAN
          Please. Try something.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          53.
          Jonah climbs into the RV, closes the door.

                         JONAH KING
          Let's go.

                         PIPER
          You killed him! You bastard you --

          WHACK!
          Piper's head rocks back as Business Woman pistol whips her.

                         BUSINESS WOMAN
          Next time I shoot that mouth right
          off your face.
          Jonah gazes out the window as the RV pulls away, Piper's SOBS
          rising behind him.

          JONAH'S POV
          Milton's body lays there. Unmoving. His one eye staring
          skyward. Void of life as the RV pulls away, leaving the
          cluster of cars, the wreck and body of Milton behind.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CRASH SITE - DAWN

          Man With Wig pops the back of the Station wagon. Truck
          Driving Woman and Thin Old Man lean in, snatch two shovels.
          Burly Dude drags Leather Jacket's body next to Milton's as
          the others join him.
          They gaze down at Milton, his one eye open and unseeing. A
          single tear runs from it. The other, pools blood where the
          bullet entered.

          MILTON'S GOOD EYE TWITCHES.
          Everyone stares. Did they just see that right?

          THE 357 COMES UP IN MILTON'S HAND - FIRES!
          The bullet RIPS BURLY'S SCALP WIDE. He stumbles back.
          The others recoil.
          Burly ROARS, blood streaming from his head wound - charges
          Milton with the ax.
          MILTON unleashes rapid fire lead from the 357!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          54.
          Burly's blown back! The others scatter as Milton staggers to
          his feet! He grabs the shotgun, leans on it for support.

                         ON GTO
          AS Milton stumbles to the open passenger door.

                         ANOTHER ANGLE
          MAN WITH WIG comes from the back of the Station Wagon with
          the scoped hunting rifle. Aims.
          BLAM - His shot rips into the GTO, blows the side mirror off.
          Milton FIRES back with the shotgun - forcing Man with Wig
          back behind the wagon.

          INT. GTO - DAWN

          Milton falls heavily across the front seats. Ties Piper's
          bandanna around his head, covers his now gaping eye.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CRASH SITE

          Man with Wig hasn't had enough yet. He aims the rifle.
          Moves into the road. Can't see Milton in the car, but that
          doesn't matter. He knows he's there.

          BLAM.

          INT. GTO - DAWN

          The windshield SHATTERS. Glass splinters down on Milton. He
          reaches for the keys.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CRASH SITE - DAWN

          The Cultists jump at the sound of the GTO's GLASS PACKS!
          Dust rips skyward as the GTO barrels toward them!
          They scramble, clawing at one another to get out of the way.
          All except Man With Wig. He's playin' hero, lines Milton in
          his sights. But what he sees shakes him to his core.

          POV THRU SCOPE
          MILTON, face bloody and twisted with rage.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          55.
          Man with Wig screams, falls, tries to roll out of the way.

          FU-FUMP!
          The wheels pound over both of his legs, SHATTERING them!

          INT. GTO - DRIVING - DAY

          Milton flips open the 357 as he FISHTAILS the GTO back onto
          the highway. He dangles the 357 out the window.

          EXT. GTO - DAY

          Empty shells DANCE onto the blacktop, several SKITTER down
          onto the cracked Earth and OS.
          ANGLE - moving fast, the GTO's wheels consume the frame.

                         MATCHING TO:
          A bicycle tire SKIDS to a stop before us. Then a second.

          PULL BACK TO REVEAL

          EXT. VALLEY FLOOR - DAY

          Two TEENAGERS sit on beat-to-shit mountain bikes, staring.

                         THEIR POV
          The cratered cruiser lies on its crushed roof, both doors
          shut. No windows visible.
          TEEN #1 lights a chillum pipe, inhales. Holds it, passes the
          pipe, then speaks as only a pothead can.

                         TEEN #1
          Think anyone's in there?

                         TEEN #2
          (inhales, holds, passes)
          I guess. Doors is still closed.

                         TEEN #1
          (inhales, holds)
          Bet it's sick. Wanna look?

          KWU-FOOM!
          The driver's side door launches right at us!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          56.
          ...nails Teen #2 in the chest, knocking him ten feet
          backwards where he skids on his back.

                         TEEN #1
          Jesus!
          The Accountant rolls from the cruiser, stands, brushes
          himself off as he strides forward.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Carpenter and despite what you've
          heard, prefers short hair.
          Teen #2 sits up suddenly, coughing.

                         TEEN #2
          You...you nearly killed me!

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Not even close. I won't see you
          again until...
          He tilts his head, as if reading a sign too far away.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          ...until you're seventy-three.
          He glances at Teen #1, then --

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You, I'll see in three months.
          And with that the Accountant turns and strides away.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - MOVING - DAY

          The RV RUMBLES past, running faster than an RV should.

          INT. RV - DAY

          Jonah glances through the back window. Double takes.

                         HIS POV
          A rapidly growing black blotch on the road. In seconds that
          blotch reveals itself as the GTO ripping up the highway,
          gaining fast. The baby SCREAMS in the background. When
          Jonah speaks...it is with wonder.

                         JONAH KING
          Look at this. He's still coming.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          57.

                         TATTOO
          Who's still coming?

                         JONAH KING
          The old man. He's alive.

          TATTOO AND PIPER
          What?
          Piper tries to stand. Business Woman backhands her!

                         BUSINESS WOMAM
          Stay down! That's impossible!

                         TATTOO
          You shot him in the face! He can't--

                         JONAH KING
          Don't you see? We stand at the
          crossroads! Did you think we would
          just idly change the world? The
          forces of evil challenge us! This is
          wonderful! We show ourselves to be
          worthy. I'm so very proud of each
          one of you.
          Tattoo and Business Woman beam.
          Skanky pulls her tit out, shoves it in the baby's face. The
          kid goes quiet as --
          The back glass SHATTERS.
          Everyone ducks!

          EXT. GTO - DAY

          Milton leans out the driver's side with the shotgun in his
          left hand, his one good eye squinting as --

          KAFOOM!
          He fires at the RV!
          He RATCHETS another shell into the chamber, takes aim
          then...hesitates...

                         IN REARVIEW
          The front end of a fast approaching vehicle!

          WHAM!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          58.
          Milton's head snaps back as a 90 Corvette slams into the back
          of the GTO.

          EXT. 90 CORVETTE - DAY

          Lady in Leopardskin behind the wheel, her eyes insane.
          Behind the Corvette we see a ‘92 Lincoln, Thin Old Man
          driving. Truck Driving Woman in a ‘95 Viper.

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Milton struggles to pull the shotgun back inside...struggles
          to keep the big GTO on the road.
          Distracted by the newcomers...we see what Milton does not.

                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          The RV pulls off the road to the left.
          Milton looks up just as he passes the turn off.

                         MILTON
          Shit!
          He SLAMS on his brakes.

          INT. 90 CORVETTE - DAY

          Leopardskin's eyes go wide. Survival kicks in. She jerks
          the wheel.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - THE CHASE - DAY

          The Corvette slams into the side of the Viper!
          The Lincoln cuts hard right.
          All three cars shoot pass the GTO.
          Milton cuts the wheel left and floors it!

          INT. RV - DAY

          Piper watches as the bucking RV forces Jonah and Business
          Woman to turn their backs on her.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          59.
          Piper leaps from the couch, rushes up behind and shoves them
          toward the shattered back window!
          Jonah snatches a cabinet, drops his gun!
          It slides beneath the foldout bed.
          But Business Woman hits the giant opening and flips up and
          out of the RV!

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Milton looks up as Business Woman SLAMS into the ground and
          TUMBLES just out of his path. She sits up...dazed. Alive.
          Milton swerves...just enough...to...

          KAFWAM!
          What doesn't explode from the force KUH-THUMPS as the GTO
          bucks over her body.
          Milton grits through the pain. A bloody angry smile.

          INT. RV - DAY

          Jonah stares out the back glass in shock.

                         PIPER
          Oops.

                         JONAH KING
          I am patient and forgiving, but
          that was wrong of you.
          He turns to her.

                         JONAH KING
          I'm going to kill you now. And
          then I'm going to rape your corpse.
          So that in the afterlife you might
          consider your sin this day.
          Piper CRACKS her knuckles.

                         PIPER
          Great. Between now and then.
          I'm'a fuck you up.
          He takes a step and swings a punch.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          60.
          But she leaps at his face, closing the gap too quickly. Her
          French Manicure digs in. Jonah screams. They both go down!
          The baby WAILS.
          Skanky crawls into the cramped sleeper-bunk above the driver.
          Pulls the baby with her, tucks back into the corner, away
          from the battle in the RV's cabin.

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Milton is gaining when --

          BOOM!
          The back glass SHATTERS.

          EXT. DIRT PATH - DAY

          Truck Driving Woman gains on Milton in her Viper. She's
          being blanketed in dust. BOOM! She fires a .44 Magnum.

          INT. GTO - DAY

          The radio and dash explode!

                         MILTON
          Son of a bitch.
          Milton snatches the 357, points it out the back glass and
          opens fire.

          BOOM!
          Milton's POV
          A white dot spider webs the Viper's windshield left.

          BOOM!
          Windshield middle!

          BOOM!
          The windshield suddenly turns red from the inside as a dot
          appears in front of the driver.
          The Viper jerks right drifts off of the dirt path!

                         FOOM

                         

                         

                         

                         

          61.
          The Lincoln bursts through the dust cloud behind it. Thin
          Old Man leans from the driver's window, FIRES.
          Slugs PEPPER the GTO.
          Milton spins in his seat.

                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          The RV has pulled ahead and vanishes over a hilltop.
          Milton FLOORS it!

          INT. RV - DAY

          Piper on top, Jonah's face looks like he ran into a barbed
          wire fence! He howls in pain and manages to slip a hand
          around her throat!
          Piper feels it. His fingers tighten. He shoves her away
          from him...she can no longer dig into his face.
          Her arms flail. Reaching for anything. Grasping.
          Her face turns red. Eyes bulge. Fuck.
          She claws his shirt open.
          And there...hanging around his neck is a small corkscrew.
          Chinese in design.
          She snatches it and --

          SHUNK!
          Stabs it into Jonah's shoulder, twists it deeper in.
          He SCREAMS. Releasing her!

          EXT. DIRT PATH - HILL TOP - DAY

          Quiet.

          FOOM!
          GTO rockets over the hill top, clears the ground ten feet!
          The moment the GTO touches down, Milton BRAKES!
          Milton JOLTS the car into reverse! Tires SCREAM in protest!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          62.
          The GTO jerks backwards...climbing toward the top of the hill
          in reverse when Milton SNAPS the wheel.
          The GTO 180s, comes to rest just on this side of the hilltop.
          Milton casually leans out of the driver's side window with
          the shotgun in hand. He points it skyward as--

          FOOM!
          The Lincoln ROCKETS over the hilltop...and passes directly
          over the top of Milton.
          Milton's one good eye zeroes in on the massive gas tank
          beneath the back of the car.
          Milton squeezes the trigger.
          The back end of the Lincoln EXPLODES as --
          --The Corvette rockets over the hilltop!

          INT. CORVETTE - DAY

          Lady in Leopardskin's face drops.

                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          The Lincoln fireball SLAMS into the ground before her!
          Lady in Leopardskin shields her face as --

          EXT. DIRT PATH - HILL TOP - DAY


          KER-FWAM!
          She slams into the burning vehicle and spins out of control!

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Milton kicks the car into drive, jerks a 180 and speeds off
          toward the RV.

          INT. RV - DAY

          Jonah sits up...he pulls at the corkscrew and screams. It
          won't budge.
          He glares at Piper.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          63.
          She scans for a weapon. Nothing. She snatches an umbrella
          from a coat rack. It'll have to do...
          There's a machete hanging beneath it.
          She drops the umbrella grabs the machete. Smiles at Jonah.

                         PIPER
          Give me the baby and I'll make the
          pain go away.
          Suddenly everyone SLAMS into the side of the RV!

          EXT. RV - DAY

          Tattoo pulls the RV back onto Highway 70!

          INT. RV - DAY

          Piper clings to the old stove. She watches in horror as --
          Jonah's gun slides from beneath the foldaway bed. It slides
          right up to him.
          He snatches it.
          Piper leaps through the door.

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Milton is gaining as --

                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          Piper swings out, clinging to the door for dear life!

          EXT. RV - DAY

          Piper SLAMS into the side of the RV. She tries desperately
          to hold on as --
          Jonah leans through the door. Gun in hand.

                         JONAH KING
          Goodbye, child.

          MILTON (O.S.)
          Hey, dickless.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          64.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CHASE FINAL - DAY

          Jonah looks up. Milton is driving beside them, shotgun in
          hand, barrel aimed right at Jonah!

          KUH-FWAM!
          But before Milton can get his shot off --
          The Corvette SLAMS into the back of the GTO!
          Milton fires! Blowing a hole in the side of the RV a foot to
          the right of Jonah's head!
          Jonah leaps back inside the RV.
          Piper clings on for dear life but she's slipping.

          INT. GTO - DAY

          Milton jerks the wheel.

          INT. CORVETTE - DAY

          Lady in Leopardskin slows as Milton's GTO goes into a spin.
          There's a smile on her face. She thinks he's lost control!
          Until the GTO does a 180. Milton now driving in reverse.
          His shotgun pointing through the remnants of windshield...
          ...directly at Lady in Leopardskin.

          BOOM!
          Her head goes buh-bye.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CHASE FINAL - DAY

          The Corvette swerves off of the road, jumps a ditch and flips
          thirty or forty times.

          EXT. RV - DAY

          Piper slips. Slips again. It's over. She knows it. Damn.
          She falls.

          FUMP.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          65.
          And lands on the hood of the GTO.

          EXT. GTO - DAY

          She looks up, through the GTO's windshield into Milton's
          battered face. He stretches his hand out to her. Piper
          snags it before slipping off into oblivion.

                         MILTON
          Got ya.
          Piper nods, crawls toward the windshield, Milton tries to
          pull her in as --

          KUH-THUNK....CRUNCHCHCHCH...
          A horrible sound of grinding metal roars from beneath the
          GTO's hood.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CHASE FINAL - DAY

          The GTO pulls to the side of the road.
          Milton leaps out and stares.
          He can just make out Jonah standing in the back window...
          holding his granddaughter.
          Piper eases from the hood.
          She stares at her bandanna, at the blood on his face.

                         PIPER
          Jesus, Milton. How?
          She pulls him close...looks at the back of his head.

                         MILTON
          It's still in there. The bullet. I
          can feel it.

                         PIPER
          But how...how are you still alive?
          He stares back toward the RV. Just a dot on the horizon now.

                         MILTON
          Ain't got time to die.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          66.

                         PIPER
          I tried, Milton. I tried to get
          her back.

                         MILTON
          I know, baby. I know. Jonah only
          had about twenty followers. We
          hurt him good today.

                         PIPER
          Fuckin devil worshipers freak me
          out. They mess with powers that
          should be left alone. Turns my
          shit white.

                         MILTON
          Powers. It's all bullshit.

                         PIPER
          No, Milton. It's real. Ghosts,
          UFOs, bigfoot, that's the bullshit.
          The Devil and demons? Once those
          doors are opened you're fucked.
          Milton rolls his one good eye.
          Piper turns back to the GTO. Smoke hissing from the engine.

                         PIPER
          What do we do now?

                         MILTON
          I used to know a guy lived out this
          way. You got one of them portable
          phones?

                         PIPER
          Portable phones? You mean a cell
          phone? Yeah, in my bag.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - CRASH SITE - DAY


          WE ARE CLOSE ON THE CRACKED EARTH
          As a hand slams into view, fingers with dirt crusted nails
          curl...dig into the ground.

          PULL BACK TO REVEAL
          Man With Wig crawls toward us. He's pale. Eyes dim.

          PULL BACK FURTHER TO REVEAL

                         

                         

                         

                         

          67.
          His busted, mangled legs have left a slug trail of blood and
          fluid stretching back to the highway.
          Left hand hits the ground, right hand digs into the dirt. He
          drags himself forward a few inches.

                         HIS POV
          He's crawling toward the Station Wagon.
          Someone...somewhere...is HUMMING
          Wig turns, squints.

          A SILHOUETTE APPROACHES
          Back lit by the early day sun. There's a bounce in his step.
          Wig holds his hand out to the savior as--
          The Accountant's smiling face becomes clear.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Scorcher today, huh?
          He takes a big long swing from an oversized water bottle.

          MAN WITH WIG
          Help me...

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Christ on a cracker. My apologies.
          The Accountant grabs the man by the collar and drags him into
          the shade of the Station Wagon where he flips him around into
          a sitting position.
          Wig's shirt falls open revealing a pentagram tattooed above
          his left breast.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          What's that supposed to mean?

          MAN WITH WIG
          It's a symbol of our pact with Lord
          Satan.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Pact huh? That's cute. Funny he's
          never mentioned you.
          Wig stares down at his mangled legs. The Accountant notices.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          68.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Yeah, those are fucked. Here, have
          some water.
          Wig takes the offered water as Accountant kneels before him.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Milton's work I take it?

          MAN WITH WIG
          Ran me over with his...how do
          you...? Who are you?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I'm the Accountant. I'm curious.
          And I never get curious. What do
          you people want with Milton?

          MAN WITH WIG
          You're the who?
          The Accountant smiles, places his hand around Wig's clearly
          shattered femur and squeezes.
          Wig's body convulses! He SCREAMS.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Does it matter? Milton. Why is he
          important to you?

          MAN WITH WIG
          He isn't! He's the one chasing us!

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Why?
          Wig stares...searches for an answer.
          The Accountant snatches a mangled ankle and twists. Wig's
          body stiffens and he SCREAMS.

          MAN WITH WIG
          Because! Because of what we did.
          Because of who we took.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Color me curious. What DID you do
          and who DID you take?

          EXT. HIGHWAY 70 - DEAD GTO - DAY


                         CLOSE ON

                         

                         

                         

                         

          69.
          The blood stained pink bandanna. The wind pushes it gently
          down the black asphalt.

          PULL BACK TO REVEAL
          Milton sits on the GTO's hood. Piper stands between his legs
          cleaning his wound.

                         PIPER
          Lemme know if I hurt you.

                         MILTON
          Do what you gotta do. You get used
          to the pain.
          Piper pulls a black bandanna from her pack, there are white
          skulls on it. She folds it, ties it around Milton's head.

                         PIPER
          There. That's better.
          When she moves aside we see she's lined up a skull over his
          missing eye.

          A VEHICLE APPROACHES.
          Milton slides from the hood, steps protectively in front of
          Piper as a banged up wrecker pulls toward them, pulls to the
          side of the road.

          POV FROM APPROACHING VEHICLE
          From this angle it looks as though an innocent old man and
          his granddaughter are having car trouble.

          POV FROM BEHIND THE GTO
          From this angle we can see Milton concealing the shotgun
          behind him. Piper stands close, her hand on the handle of
          the 357 protruding from his waistband.

                         ON WRECKER
          As the DRIVER steps out...stands half hidden by the door as

                         WE --

          MOVE TO REVEAL
          Like Piper, the Driver has his right hand tucked behind his
          back, wrapped around the handle of a .44 Magnum.

          DRIVER (O.S.)
          Thought you were dead.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          70.
          Now we get a good look at him. His name's WEBSTER. An old
          black man, as tough as Milton is angry.

                         PIPER
          Why does everyone keep saying that?

                         WEBSTER
          Because he IS dead. Sure as shit
          supposed to be anyway.
          Webster and Milton eye one another for a long beat then --

                         WEBSTER
          I carried your coffin, old man. I
          was there the day we put your ass
          in the ground.
          Piper stares at Milton. Milton stares at Webster.

                         MILTON
          Webster, you gonna yank that .44 or
          just keep stroking it?

                         WEBSTER
          That depends. How's this possible?

                         MILTON
          You heard about my daughter?

                         WEBSTER

                         (SOFTENS SLIGHTLY)
          I did.

                         MILTON
          Then you know why I'm back.

                         PIPER
          Back? Back from where? What. The
          Fuck. Are you two talking about?!

                         WEBSTER
          It true they took the little one?
          Milton nods.
          Webster considers for a long beat, then releases the .44.

                         WEBSTER
          Put her in neutral. I'll pull the
          truck around.
          But Piper can't tear her eyes away from Milton.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          71.

          EXT. BULL BY THE BALLS BAR AND GRILL - DAY

          Police tape, half a dozen state and county cruisers. Three
          meat wagons and a news van. Humans buzz the scene like
          insects. The two dead State Troopers lie where they fell.
          Undisturbed. ROOKIE stands out. Young, county uniform, wide
          eyed. Very busy at having no idea what he should be doing.
          He scans the ground. His eyes go even wider.

                         ROOKIE
          Sarge! Sarge look at this!
          Rookie squats to the ground as SARGE, leather skin,
          approaches, stares, frowns.

                         SARGE
          Yeah?

                         ROOKIE
          Cigarette butt.

                         SARGE
          I see that.

                         ROOKIE
          Sarge! It's less than twenty feet
          from the victims!

                         SARGE
          And less than three feet from the
          ash bin.
          Sarge points to an ash bin filled with sand. Over a hundred
          cigarette butts salute the sky.

                         SARGE
          Pay attention, Rookie.
          But Rookie's attention has quickly OCD'd elsewhere.

                         ROOKIE
          Hey!

                         HIS POV
          CAP, an American Indian man walks the crime scene. Jeans,
          cowboy boots, a “Dumbledore Dies On Page 596” sweatshirt.
          His dress may look out of place but his face and attitude are
          all business.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          72.

                         ROOKIE
          You! You can't be here!
          Rookie rushes forward.

                         SARGE
          Rookie!

                         ROOKIE
          Sarge, this joker can't just stomp
          around the crime scene.
          Sarge catches up, nods with respect to Cap.

                         SARGE
          Captain. Sorry about that.
          Cap looks up then stares at Rookie's feet.

                         CAP
          One of yours?

                         SARGE
          Yessir, I won't let it happen
          again.

                         CAP
          Get him out of here.

                         SARGE
          Cap, he's green, that's all.

                         CAP
          He's standing on evidence.
          Rookie leaps back revealing two shell casings.
          Cap kneels, stares.

                         CAP

          357.
          Suddenly a Unformed Officer leans from within the bar.

                         UNIFORMED OFFICER
          Cap! We got a live one.

          INT. BULL BY THE BALLS BAR AND GRILL - DAY

          Several officers motion Cap behind the bar toward an open
          cabinet. Cap crosses to the cabinet and kneels.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          73.
          Candy hides within. Naked, hugs her knees. Shivers.

                         CAP

                         (TO MEN)
          Get me a blanket. And get a medic
          in here.
          He turns to Candy, offers a comforting smile.

                         CAP
          You're gonna be okay now. I won't
          let anything happen to you.

                         CANDY
          He...he killed them. He killed all
          of them.

                         CAP
          Who did?

                         CANDY
          No. You don't understand, we was
          fuckin'. He killed them while we was
          fuckin'. That's never happened to me
          before, has it happened to you?
          Cap turns to Sarge who is standing near.

                         CAP
          Let's get a shrink in here too.

          EXT. WEBSTER'S WRECKER - DUSK - EST.

          A giant barn surrounded by an army of muscle car's laid to
          rest on cement blocks.

          INT. WEBSTER'S GIANT BARN - DUSK

          Engines dangle from assorted winches. Auto tools hang from
          the walls. Stacks of tires, a pile of carburetors.
          Webster throws a lever.
          The wrecker winch lowers the GTO.
          Piper crosses to the front, pops the hood. Webster joins
          her, stares at the engine. Frowns.

                         WEBSTER
          Engine's shot to hell.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          74.

                         PIPER
          Can you fix it?
          He leans close, hands caress the engine, searching.
          Somewhere near a fire CRACKLES. Piper turns.

                         HER POV
          Milton stands just through the barn doors, stokes a fire
          within a 50 gallon drum. Flames rising.

                         PIPER
          I don't...how is this possible?

                         WEBSTER
          He loved his daughter.

                         PIPER
          Lots of daddy's love their
          daughters, doesn't explain
          shattering reality.

                         WEBSTER
          That one loved his little girl
          enough to make her hate him.
          (off her stare)
          Like Timmy yellin' at Lassie to go
          home?
          Piper looks even more confused.

                         WEBSTER
          You never watched...forget it.
          Milton was a bad husband but he was
          a good father. Used to say it was
          the only thing he was ever good at.
          Then we went and got mixed up with
          the wrong crowd. Power and money
          and once you're in there ain't no
          gettin' out. So to keep her safe
          he vanished the year before she
          went off to college.

                         PIPER
          Obviously you got out.
          Webster glances at Milton for a moment.

                         WEBSTER
          The bastards we were workin' for, they
          were gonna kill us when the job was
          done.

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          75.

                         WEBSTER (CONT'D)
          So the day before, Milton paid'em a
          little visit. He went alone you see.
          I didn't know. I would'a gone with him
          but I didn't know.
          Webster goes very quiet.

                         WEBSTER
          Being a daddy wasn't the only thing
          Milton was good at. Sumbitch was
          good at being a friend.

          EXT. WEBSTER'S GIANT BARN - DUSK

          The sun's setting to the West. Milton stands dangerously
          close to the fire. Stares at the dancing flames.

          WEBSTER (O.S.)
          That fire makin you homesick?
          Piper and Webster approach with a six pack.

                         WEBSTER
          Cold beer?
          Milton gazes up at the moon. It isn't full but it's close.
          The fire CRACKLES, POPS. He stares at it.

                         MILTON
          You know the pain and suffering
          ain't the worse part, right?
          That's what they tell ya, what they
          want you to believe. But it's all
          a big fuckin lie. Nosir, worst
          part's the goddamn video feed.
          Webster and Piper exchange a glance.

                         MILTON
          It ain't about the fire and brimstone.
          Ain't about your suffering. It's
          about the suffering of them you love.
          Cuz you see it. You see it all. In
          full goddamn detail. And there ain't
          nothin you can do about it.
          Milton chunks a 2x4 into the fire. Sparks SWIRL into the air.

                         MILTON
          Fuckin son-in-law. He looked like
          one of them tree-huggin piece of
          shits. Wore sandals. What kind of
          man wears fuckin sandals?

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          76.

                         MILTON (CONT'D)

                         (A BEAT)
          But I saw how he died. Fought like
          a fuckin banshee.
          Milton goes quiet.

                         MILTON
          He loved that daughter of mine.
          Loved that little baby too. He
          kept fightin long after he should'a
          been dead. But some people's
          better at killin than others. Just
          how they're wired.
          Milton's finding it harder to speak.

                         MILTON
          Then them sons of bitches turned on
          my...nosir, physical pain is nothin
          compared to watching your baby
          girl...watchin those fuckers...I'm
          gonna kill'em. I'm gonna kill'em
          all. And...and then I'll be done.
          Milton finally goes silent.
          Piper makes a noise. Involuntary. Tears stream down her
          cheeks. She's trying not to sob.
          Webster looks steely. Determined.

                         WEBSTER
          Milton, I can't fix that car. But
          I can get you were you need to be.

          INT. WEBSTER'S GIANT BARN - NIGHT

          A huge sliding barn door opens into a giant stall revealing a
          1969 Chevrolet Nova 396 L-78 and a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro.
          Milton and Piper stare. Webster smiles.

                         WEBSTER
          Milt, if memory serves you were
          always partial to the Nova, yes?

          EXT. WEBSTER'S GIANT BARN - DISTANT RIDGE - NIGHT

          We're staring down over the barn from a distant ridge as we
          hear the GLASS-PACKED RUMBLE of the Nova's engine.

          MOVE TO REVEAL

                         

                         

                         

                         

          77.
          JONAH standing on the ridge top, cell phone to his ear.

                         JONAH KING
          Yeah, about that fella who killed
          all them people at the Bull by the
          Balls last night. The fella who
          killed two of your cops. I know
          where you can find him.

          EXT. WEBSTER'S GIANT BARN - DAWN

          The sun rises to the east burning off the Utah dew.

          INT. WEBSTER'S GIANT BARN - CAR STALL - DAWN

          Milton crosses to the 69 Nova. Stops. Stares.

                         HIS POV
          Piper is curled up beneath a quilt in the front seat.

                         MILTON
          What are you doing?
          Piper pops awake, sits up. Already angry.

                         PIPER
          Fuck are you doing?!
          Milton stares.

                         PIPER
          Think you were gonna sneak off by
          yourself?! Go it alone?!

                         MILTON
          Uh, no. I need your help. If
          you're still willing.
          Piper stares for a moment.

                         PIPER
          Oh.
          A beat.

                         PIPER
          Well if I'd known that I would have
          slept in a bed!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          78.

          EXT. WEBSTER'S GIANT BARN - DAWN

          Milton opens the big barn doors as Piper drives the Nova out
          into the sun light.
          Webster approaches with a shotgun and a box of shells.

                         WEBSTER
          Mapquest says it's an eight hour
          drive and we got twelve until
          midnight so we should be fine. And
          get this, “The Mother of all
          things”? “Bleeds black tears unto
          those who cut her”? Take a guess
          what's really bleeding like a stuck
          pig from the marsh?

                         MILTON
          Black tears of oil?

                         WEBSTER
          Damn right.

                         MILTON
          Webster, I need you to stay here.

                         WEBSTER
          Wha? No. You went alone last time.

                         MILTON
          I'm not going alone this time.
          Piper's coming with me.

                         WEBSTER
          You take that little girl over me?

                         MILTON
          Give me the fuckin shells. And the gun.
          Milton snatches both and hands them to Piper. He then
          quickly places an arm around Webster's shoulders and walks
          him out of earshot.
          Piper places the gun and shells in the backseat then stares
          at the two men.
          They glance back at her several times. Then Webster nods.
          Milton returns, slides into the passenger seat.

                         MILTON
          Let's go.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          79.
          Piper stares out the window as Webster slips quietly into the
          barn. He does so reluctantly.

                         PIPER
          He's not coming?

                         MILTON
          He's too old. He'll just slow us
          down. Get himself killed.

                         PIPER
          That's what you told him?

                         MILTON
          That's what Timmy told Lassie isn't it?

                         PIPER
          Who the fuck is this Timmy and
          Lassie you two keep talking about?!

                         MILTON
          This ain't gonna be easy, Piper. I
          need you. That's no lie. But are
          you sure about this?

                         PIPER
          Just drive the damn car.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - BORDER - DAY

          We see a “Welcome to Nevada” sign as --
          The Nova THUNDERS past.

          INT. 69 NOVA - DAY

          Milton behind the wheel, Piper has her bare feet on the
          windshield as she loads shotgun shells into the slits on a
          hunting vest.

                         PIPER
          I never knew him. Momma said he
          was a drifter.

                         MILTON
          I ain't your daddy.

                         PIPER
          Fuck you if you are.
          Milton notices something in the rear view.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          80.

                         MILTON
          Shit.
          Piper sits up, stares.

          THROUGH BACK GLASS
          There's a State Trooper's car way back there. Fuck. There
          are two. No lights yet but they are coming up fast.

                         PIPER
          What do we do?

                         MILTON
          Nothing yet. Not until...
          The lights come on.

                         PIPER
          Oh shit. They know.

                         MILTON
          We can't stop.
          Milton mashes the peddle to the floor.

                         PIPER
          Milton, this will never work.

                         MILTON
          It'll work.

                         PIPER
          No. It won't. Nobody gets away
          anymore. In fifteen minutes there
          will be choppers, we'll be all over
          the news...
          She breaks off. Her mouth drops.

                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          As the NOVA tops a ridge, in the distance we see a police
          barricade. Several State Trooper Cruisers line the roadway
          in front of a bridge crossing a dry ravine. Cruisers line
          the side of the road.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - DRY RAVINE BRIDGE - DAY

          Twenty cruisers. Thirty TROOPERS are set up behind their
          vehicles, shotguns and assault rifles in hand.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          81.
          Cap, the American Indian Police Captain, stands in front, a
          radio to his mouth.

                         CAP
          Just keep driving him to us. We'll
          do the rest. And make sure you
          peel off before the fireworks.
          He lowers the handset, addresses the men.

                         CAP
          Gentlemen, these two killed two of
          our own. I know you'd like them to
          pay. Therefore, when I tell you to
          aim for the tires, what I mean is
          aim for their heads. Are we clear?
          The men nod with steely determination.

                         CAP
          Very good. Please aim for the tires.

          INT. 69 NOVA - DAY

          The barricade is approaching stupidly fast. For the first
          time on this adventure, Milton looks...concerned.

                         PIPER
          Just don't stop.

                         MILTON
          Too many of them.

                         PIPER
          Just keep driving.

                         MILTON
          I'm...I'm sorry I got you into--

                         PIPER
          --They took your granddaughter,
          Milton, and now these badge-wearing
          fuckers are trying to stop you.
          You crawled out of the Goddamn
          abyss...and a few fat-assed county
          Mounties are giving you pause?
          Your grand-baby needs you.
          Milton nods. Turns back to the road.

                         PIPER
          You know what happens to her if
          they stop us.

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          82.

                         PIPER (CONT'D)
          You lose the last connection you
          will ever have to this world. You
          gotta drive.
          A scowl crosses his face.

                         PIPER
          No. You don't just drive. Drive
          angry! Drive with the motherfuckin'
          rage that'll take us through that
          motherfuckin' roadblock!

          EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - DRY RAVINE BRIDGE - DAY

          Sarge from earlier approaches Cap.

                         SARGE
          He ain't stopping.

                         CAP
          Good. Makes our job easier.
          Suddenly a noise catches them off guard. They turn behind
          them. Their eyes widen.

                         THEIR POV
          A Mack Truck RUMBLES over the bridge approaching from behind
          them. It's pulling 80mph at least.

                         CAP
          Well...this is unexpected.

          INT. MACK TRUCK - DAY

          The Accountant is driving. Calm. Whistling.

          INT. 69 NOVA - DAY

          Piper and Milton stare.

                         PIPER
          Uh...what is that?

                         MILTON
          Get down!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          83.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - DRY RAVINE BRIDGE - DAY

          Cap and Sarge scatter! Several Troopers leap or slide down
          into the ravine as --

          KU-FWAM!
          The Mack BARRELS THOUGH THE BARRICADE!
          Several Cruisers go airborne, sailing directly at us!

          INT. 69 NOVA - DAY

          Milton cuts the wheel hard as one of the Cruisers ROCKETS
          right at them.

          EXT. 69 NOVA - DAY

          The Cruiser's front end, hits the blacktop, digs in and flips
          over! The Nova SCREAMS beneath it!
          The radio antenna SNAPS!

          INT. MACK TRUCK - DAY

          The Accountant smiles. Then cuts the wheel. Hard.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - DRY RAVINE BRIDGE - DAY

          The Mack jackknifes.
          It slides sideways down the road toward the Nova!

          INT. 69 NOVA - DAY


                         THROUGH WINDSHEILD
          There's nowhere to go!

                         MILTON
          Shotgun!
          Piper shoves the shotgun in his hand. He quickly shoves it
          out the window and --

                         

                         

                         

                         

          84.

          EXT. 69 NOVA - DAY

          QUICKFIRES three blasts!

          EXT. MACK TRUCK - TRAILER HITCH - DAY

          The hydraulics line BURSTS! Hydraulic fluid bleeds like a
          stuck jugular!
          The metal brackets holding the trailer in place...RELEASE!

          EXT. MACK TRUCK - DAY

          Truck and Flatbed separate!
          The back of the flatbed catches on a cruiser. The front
          flips around.

          INT. 69 NOVA - DAY


                         THROUGH WINDSHIELD
          We can just make out the Accountant's face. He's smiling.

          EXT. 69 NOVA - DAY

          The Nova rips through the opening between truck and trailer!
          And then blazes past the scattered and overturned cruisers
          and tears onto the bridge!

          EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - DRY RAVINE BRIDGE - DAY

          Cap staggers into the road, FIRING at the Nova!

                         CAP
          Hurry! After them!
          Those men still near, scramble toward the working vehicles as

          SCRRREEEECH.
          The Mack skids to a stop behind them, now parallel across the
          blacktop. Driver's side angled back at the bridge.
          Every gun in the area spins as the driver's side door opens.
          The Accountant steps out, big smile on his face.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          85.

          CLOSE ON SARGE AND CAP

                         SARGE
          You want us to shoot out his tires?

                         ON ACCOUNTANT
          As he smiles and flips his coin high into the air.
          The surrounding Troopers stare.
          The Accountant catches it. Holds it high between thumb and
          forefinger for all to see.

          POV FROM TROOPERS
          He's holding an FBI badge in the air.

                         CAP
          No Goddamn way. No ever-loving way
          in God's good heaven are you a...
          The Accountant steps down, thrusting his ‘badge' into Cap's
          face stopping him cold.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Need you boys to stand down. Captain,
          you know what this badge means, right?
          Not a single gun lowers. All trained at The Accountant.
          Itching to blow him out of his expensive shoes.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Federal Bureau of get the fuck
          outta my way. You boys have
          blundered into an on-going Federal
          case. Now, lower your...
          He stops, turns...sniffs the air.
          His focus settles on a YOUNG FACED TROOPER.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You.
          ANGLE - Looking down on The Accountant surrounded by armed
          angry troopers. He steps from the truck, nudges Cap aside
          like he wasn't there. Cap can't believe it.
          Shot continues, moving down, closer and closer until the
          Accountant is face to face with a Young Faced Trooper.
          The kid keeps his gun aimed, nervous, excited and confused.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          86.
          Suddenly the Accountant moves fast. He bats the gun aside,
          snatches the kid's uniform shirt and pulls it open, popping
          two buttons.

                         YOUNG-FACED TROOPER
          Hey, Hey!!! Cap!
          And there...above the kid's left breast...a pentagram tattoo.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          It seems you're serving two masters.
          The kid says nothing stares. Every cop's gun is sighted on
          the Accountant. He doesn't seem to notice.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Take out your phone and call him.
          Call Jonah King. Tell him the old
          man is dead.
          The kid stares until...

                         CAP
          Go ahead, Trooper. Do as the agent
          says. Rest of you. Stand down. Now!
          Guns lower. The kid removes his cell phone and dials.

          EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - NEVADA - DAY

          We tear West down the highway as we catch up to the Nova and
          dive down...toward the back glass until --

          INT. 69 NOVA - DAY

          Piper stares through the back window.

                         PIPER
          I don't think...why aren't they
          following us?
          Milton slips into his hunting vest. A scowl on his face.

                         MILTON
          They're likely scared of you.

                         PIPER
          Now what?

                         MILTON
          Now we drive.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          87.
          We pull back...

          EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - NEVADA - DAY

          ...out of the back glass as the Nova speeds up.
          Faster...faster. The sun suddenly time lapses across the
          sky. The landscape blurs. Only the Nova and the moving sun
          remain...until the sun dips into the Western horizon and
          vanishes...replaced by one hell of a bright full moon.

          EXT. SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA - NIGHT

          Suddenly our view veers off the highway and rips toward a
          rocky outcropping in the distance.
          We slow and drop toward the ground until we're mere inches
          above the cracked earth...we come to a stop.

                         FOOM
          A BOOT slams into view.

          PULL BACK TO REVEAL

          EXT. STILWATER MARSH - NEVADA - NIGHT

          Milton climbs from the Nova. In the distance we can hear
          DRUMS. BONGOS. There's CHANTING. And LAUGHTER.
          Piper rises and gazes at him over the roof. She's scared.
          Milton shoves the 357 into his back waistband, slides the
          ancient revolver into a leather hip-holster then he leans in
          and grabs his shotgun.

                         MILTON
          Stay here.
          Piper nods.
          Milton moves toward the jagged rocks in the distance but soon
          we can make out the flicking light of fire ahead as Milton
          moves toward a cliff's edge.

          EXT. STILWATER MARSH - CLIFF'S EDGE - NIGHT

          Milton lowers to the ground and crawls to the edge.

                         MILTON'S POV

                         

                         

                         

                         

          88.
          A twenty foot drop off to the ravine floor below. The ravine
          is filled with giant oil derricks, like metallic T-Rex's,
          rising and falling to the SHRIEK of oiled metal.
          And in the center of this Jurassic gathering, a CROWD of
          people dance and sway around a giant bonfire. It is
          celebration, ritual and orgy rolled into one.
          Brawny cultists erect a makeshift stone altar. On the
          opposite side of the Oil-Rig ravine - the battered RV sits
          like a mobile command post.

          CLOSE ON MILTON'S FACE
          He was expecting less than twenty followers. There are forty
          down there. Fuck.

          EXT. STILWATER MARSH - NEVADA - NIGHT

          Milton walks slowly back toward the Nova. His head lowered
          in deep thought. How does one man and a kid take on forty?
          Suddenly a look of alarm crosses his face!
          He jerks the ancient revolver and aims it ahead.

                         HIS POV
          Piper sits on the hood of the Nova next to the Accountant.

                         MILTON
          Get away from her.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I think not.

                         MILTON
          I shoot you with this, you know
          what it means. No heaven. No
          hell. You cease to exist.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          All the more reason to keep Ms.
          Piper in close proximity. You are
          old, Milton. You might miss again.

                         MILTON
          You can't stop me.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          89.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Stop you? Milton, you wouldn't be
          here without me, you ungrateful
          shit. That roadblock back there,
          that would have stopped you. So I
          want you to drop that iron God-
          Killer and say thank you.
          Milton stares.
          The Accountant, moves. Quickly. With a crisp flick,
          suddenly there's a blade at Piper's throat. She GASPS.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I said, drop it and thank you.
          Milton puts up his hand, flings the revolver into the
          darkness behind him.

                         MILTON
          Don't hurt her. Th-Thank you.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          That's better.
          He lowers the blade, but keeps Piper close.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You're not the first to get out and
          I doubt you'll be the last but I
          gotta know, HOW did you get out
          with the God-Killer?

                         MILTON

                         (CHUCKLES)
          I just walked in and took it.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You did not.

                         MILTON
          I'm an old washed up lifer. Never
          occurred to'em that I was up to no good.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Wouldn't wanna be you when he finds
          out.

                         MILTON
          What's he gonna do? Not let me
          back in? Now, I gotta know. Why?
          Why help me?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          90.

                         PIPER
          I know why. It's because of those
          crazy fucks out there isn't it?
          They figured something out didn't
          they? Somehow they know how to
          summon a piece of hell to earth.
          The Accountant laughs.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          That's cute. You haven't told her?

                         MILTON
          She don't listen.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Young Ms. Piper, let you in on a
          little secret. The Dark Lord?
          Satan? Beelzebub? Lucifer? Simply
          the warden of a very large prison.
          Quiet man, actually. Thoughtful.
          Well read. I happen to know the
          idea of sacrificing children in his
          honor annoys him greatly.

                         MILTON
          Then why? Why help me?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Simple. Like the warden, we all
          have jobs to do. Getting you here
          makes my job easier. You get what
          you want, I get what I want.

                         MILTON
          Then help me, now. There are forty of
          them down there. You and I could--

                         ACCOUNTANT
          --No.

                         MILTON

                         BUT--

                         ACCOUNTANT
          --No. You want to save her then go
          do it. If you win, I win. If they
          take you down, I win.
          He hugs Piper closer.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          91.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You like butter on your popcorn?
          It's sure to be a grand show.
          Piper doesn't know what to say.
          The Accountant glances back at Milton.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You're still here? Milton, the clock
          is ticking. Midnight approaches.

                         MILTON
          Then get off my fuckin car.

          EXT. OIL RIG RAVINE - NIGHT

          The RV door flings open revealing Jonah King. He walks with
          arrogance through the orgy around him, his followers turn to
          him with reverence. His name is WHISPERED like a secret.
          He approaches the make-shift stone altar where Skanky Gal
          holds the baby within a bundle of blankets.
          HIGH ABOVE: the moon is full and ripe.

                         JONAH KING
          It's almost time.
          Skanky Gal nods. But there is hesitation in her eyes. She's
          grown attached to the baby.
          Jonah takes the baby, places her on the stone altar.

                         JONAH KING
          My brothers and sisters, we have come
          so far. To this place where the
          dying earth bleeds its corrupt soul
          at our feet. From its death, it shall
          be reborn. As we will be. We who
          have survived the slings. The
          arrows. The revulsion of those too
          weak to believe. We have been cast
          out. And hunted. But no more.
          Followers gather, move in unison, dance, writhe, fuck.
          Tattoo approaches with an old rusty knife. It was probably
          elegant once. Now it is worthless. He hands it to Jonah.
          The Followers GASP in holy awe.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          92.

                         JONAH KING
          (raising the knife)
          With this sacrifice, no more will
          we be shunned. They say the meek
          will inherit. They LIE. We are
          not meek. We are chosen. The
          hounds of perdition will howl at
          our command. For now we...
          A HOWLING noise.
          No. An engine. Distant but thunderous.
          Heads turn. The sound echoes throughout the ravine then --

          FOOOM!
          The NOVA ROCKETS from the cliff's edge!
          It plummets straight at the cultists!
          They scatter! But three are not so lucky, they vanish as the
          giant Chevy turns them to PULP!
          Jonah's jaw drops. This can't fuckin' be.
          Skanky Gal, grabs the baby and flees toward one of the giant
          oil derricks!

          INT. 69 NOVA - NIGHT

          Milton wears a mask of rage as he rips the Nova into a 180,
          his 357 aimed out the window.

          KABOOM! BOOM! KUHFWOOM!
          He's shooting Cultists in a barrel.
          But the Nova is the better weapon. He FLOORS it, then LOCKS
          the brakes, fishtailing.

          EXT. 69 NOVA - NIGHT

          The Nova's ass-end veers like a dragon's tail SMACKING
          cultists aside with BONE-SHATTERING brutality.

          EXT. OIL RIG RAVINE - NIGHT

          Jonah grabs a shotgun from behind the altar, opens FIRE.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          93.

                         JONAH KING
          Kill him! KILL HIM!
          Followers produce an assortment of firepower and RIDDLE the
          Nova with lead!
          Milton sights Jonah, ready to blow him to fuck, catches the
          reverend while he cocks the pump.
          JONAH can see Milton's got him.
          MILTON grits and pulls the 357's trigger: Click. Click.

          BLAM!
          Jonah fires a fresh round - barely missing as--
          Milton GUNS the engine - SMASHES two followers head on. They
          fly up the hood, SMASH the glass - but shield him from
          another frontal assault. Their bodies RIDDLED with lead.
          The Cultists circle him to get a better shot.
          A Magnum is thrust into the driver's side window - right in
          Milton's face.
          He leans back just as the gun is FIRED. Milton yanks the
          wheel, reverses the Nova - wrenches the Magnum from the
          fucker's hand. The Cultist hangs on. Claws at Milton.
          Milton twirls the Magnum, gunslinger style. Jams the barrel
          into the Cultist's face and FIRES.
          Milton runs down any that get in his way.

          EXT. STILWATER MARSH - CLIFF'S EDGE - NIGHT

          The Accountant stands above the battle, Piper at his side.
          He can hear her heartbeat.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          You want to help him.

                         PIPER
          Yes.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          He chose you, you know that. Fast
          car, spunky attitude. He put your
          life at risk and you still want to
          help him?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          94.

                         PIPER
          Yes.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Then go.
          She rushes toward a goat path leading down to the valley
          below. Suddenly something catches her eye.

          CLOSE ON GROUND
          The Ancient Revolver.
          Without the slightest pause, Piper snatches it, spins and
          aims it right at...
          The Accountant's smiling face.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Hold on tight. It has quite a kick.

                         PIPER
          If I kill you, you can't take him.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Someone else will come...someone
          else always comes.
          Piper considers, the SOUNDS of battle rising from below.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          Piper, he didn't steal that gun to
          kill me. He stole it to slow me down.
          He's getting what he wanted. Now, go
          to him. Before it's too late.
          Piper turns and scrambles down the goat path.

          INT. 69 NOVA - NIGHT

          Milton is ROARING in anger as the NOVA is PEPPERED with
          bullets and shotgun blasts. GLASS, SPARKS and CHAOS rain
          down on him. Steam and oil SPEW from the engine.

          EXT. 69 NOVA - NIGHT

          Ducking in the seat, unable to see, Milton fights to keep

                         CONTROL UNTIL:
          Jonah BLASTS the front driver's side tire, SHREDDING it -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          95.
          The NOVA pitches hard to the left, PIN-WHEELING right into an
          oil derrick.
          The SCREAM of metal on metal rips through the ravine. The
          Nova SCREECHES to a halt, tires SPIN, smoke spews, gas drips
          from the wreck.
          Jonah and the half a dozen remaining Cultists zero in around
          the Nova, guns trained on the driver's door.
          Jonah nods to Tattoo who approaches close to the ground,
          reaches out slowly and YANKS the door open.

          KA-FOOM!
          Tattoo is blown backwards by a shotgun blast!

                         JONAH KING
          Kill him!
          Jonah and his men open FIRE!

          INT. 69 NOVA - NIGHT

          Milton SCREAMS as the Nova's cab turns into a warzone. He
          clambers deep inside the wreck. Praying they don't ignite
          the leaking fuel. Then the firing stops.

          EXT. 69 NOVA - NIGHT

          Jonah and his men draw closer and closer.

                         THEIR POV
          Soon they'll have a direct shot right into the Nova's open
          driver's side door.

          PIPER (O.S.)

          HEY!
          The men spin to find Piper standing behind them, ancient
          revolver aimed into their group. She pulls the trigger.

          KAFOOM!
          Jesus wept. The KICKBACK blows Piper off her feet, the gun
          jerked from her hands.
          She lands on her back. Hard. The wind KNOCKED out of her.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          96.
          The GOD SLUG slams into a cultist's stomach. It EXPLODES
          through him, and into the BATTERED RV BEHIND:

          KABLAAAAM!
          The RV goes nuclear - blows shrapnel and cultists helter
          skelter across the ravine, shredding the remaining five.
          JONAH is spattered with his men's blood, dives behind the
          wreck of the Nova.

                         JONAH KING
          Well...this has all gone to shit.
          He steadies himself, grips the shotgun and shoves it into the
          Nova's open driver's side door.

                         HIS POV
          Empty. The passenger door is open. Milton is gone.
          Jonah spins in all directions. Expecting a trick. But
          nothing. He rushes around the Nova to find...
          Milton crawling. Bleeding.

          MILTON'S POV
          Skanky Gal cowers twenty yards away beneath an oil derrick.
          The baby wrapped in pink blankets in her arms.
          Jonah walks up oozing arrogance. He knows he's won.
          He places the barrel of the shotgun to Milton's chin.

                         JONAH KING
          You lose.

                         (LOOKS UP)
          Get over here!
          Skanky continues to cower. Doesn't budge.

                         JONAH KING
          I said get over here! I want him
          to watch me kill the kid!
          Skanky doesn't move.

                         JONAH KING

                         (TO MILTON)
          Stupid bitch. Fine. Then just
          know I promise to kill her slowly.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          97.
          Jonah raises the barrel to Milton's forehead then...
          Someone near CLEARS HIS THROAT.
          Jonah turns, stares.
          The Accountant leans against the Nova's hulk. He winks.
          At Jonah's feet, Milton scrambles forward and we realize he
          wasn't crawling toward his grand-baby.
          He was crawling toward the ancient revolver.
          He snatches it, rolls onto his back as--
          Jonah swings his gun toward Milton --

          KAFOOM!
          The burning God Slug HITS JONAH IN THE FACE!
          Jonah's head is obliterated. The force yanks his headless
          body into the air, spins it sky-wards in a plume of flame.
          The Accountant moves away, watching as --
          The burning corpse slaps onto the leaking wreck of the Nova.

          THE GAS IGNITES
          FLAMES ERUPT with THUNDER clear to the heavens - the Nova
          ROARS one final time, living up to it's name in a furious
          ball of fire that consumes whatever's left of Jonah King.

                         ANOTHER ANGLE
          Piper SUCKS in air. Sits up. Fire lighting her face.

                         PIPER
          Milton?!
          He lies on his back several yards away.
          Piper rushes up, falls beside him.
          He's alive, mouth filled with blood. She takes his hand.

                         ANOTHER ANGLE
          Skanky Gal looks up to find...
          ...the Accountant standing over her. He holds out his arms.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          98.
          She hands him the baby.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I'm curious. Would you have let
          him do it?
          She opens her mouth to speak, says nothing...

                         ACCOUNTANT
          That's what I thought.
          He turns and walks away from her.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          See you. Soon.
          Skanky bolts. Races off into the darkness.

          ON MILTON AND PIPER

                         PIPER
          Milton...no...
          Milton struggles. His head lolls back and forth. Eyes flick
          around. Searching.

                         MILTON
          Where...where is she?

                         ACCOUNTANT
          She's here.
          The Accountant hands the baby to Milton.
          Milton stares at the tiny face. The big bright eyes.
          Innocent. Beautiful in every miraculous way.
          He places her in Piper's arms.

                         MILTON
          Keep her safe.

                         PIPER
          I will. Anyone tries to hurt her
          and I'll kill'em.

                         MILTON
          I know. That's why I chose you.

          A HORN BLARES.
          They all turn toward the high cliff.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          99.

                         THEIR POV
          WEBSTER climbs from the 69 Camaro.

                         MILTON
          Webster will look after you both.
          As long as he can. And he'll keep
          trying long after he can't.

                         PIPER
          Milton. This can't...you can't
          just give up. There's gotta be
          something we can do to...

                         MILTON
          Beat the devil? Nah. Never gonna
          happen. I'm askin more than I have
          a right to. I know it. But love
          her for me, Piper. Love her and
          make her yours. I don't have any
          right to ask for your promise...

                         PIPER

                         (WITHOUT HESITATION)
          I promise. Milton. I promise.
          Milton coughs.

                         MILTON
          Thank you.
          And like that. The life fades from his eyes.
          Piper holds the baby close, SOBS.
          She looks up at the Accountant. But he is gone.

          EXT. STILWATER MARSH - NEVADA - DAWN

          The sun glows to the east as --
          --Piper cradles the baby as she climbs the goat path where
          Webster is waiting. He rushes to her, places an arm around
          her. Leads her toward the Camaro as --

          EXT. OIL RIG RAVINE - DAWN


          CLOSE ON MILTON
          He twitches.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          100.
          His one good eye opens. It rolls around then settles on
          something above.

                         MILTON
          How was that?

          MOVE TO REVEAL
          The Accountant stands over him.

                         ACCOUNTANT
          I've seen better. Guess she
          doesn't know you can beat him, slow
          him, shoot him, even stop him...

                         MILTON
          ...But you can't kill a dead man.
          Milton sits up slowly. Bones CREAK. He holds his hand out.
          The Accountant takes it. Pulls him to his feet.
          They turn and walk toward the rising sun.
          They walk until they are just silhouettes against a bright
          yellow glow...then...
          ...they fade into the shimmering heat...
          ...and they are gone.

          FADE TO BLACK.


          THE END