Everything is BLACK.
Let's go for a ride.
The sound of two car doors SHUTTING is heard.
You wanna listen to something?
The reflective underside of a CD fills the screen. It is being
sucked into a car's CD player.
A SONG plays.
T drives. V sits in the passenger seat.
So, where we going?
To make a hit.
What? Why you takin' me to a hit?
What's wrong with taking you to a
I've never been to a hit before. The
Boss Man said I'd never have to go to
Yeah, he said you or the other boys
would always take care of those
Well, the Boss Man told me to bring
you along. There've been some
vacancies opening up and he wants you
to fill one of the spots.
V gazes out the window. Something's bothering him.
That was thoughtful of him.
Yeah, he's a pretty generous old man
when it comes to that shit. Damn, you
accounting guys are so jittery.
Putting the books of a multi-million
dollar business through a shredder
does that to ya.
So how have you and B been?
V still stares out the window.
Fine. Everything's fine.
Dating the Boss Man's daughter. You
got balls man. Brass ones to be going
out with her. I'd be afraid that
after one arguement...
T makes a slashing motion across his neck.
She's a nice girl. We get along okay.
V looks at T.
So where we going to do it?
To do what? Oh! Just off the road up
Is our guy there yet?
He will be.
V gazes out the front windshield.
A little warning would have been
The Boss Man likes to surprise us
with our first one. Here we are.
They turn off the paved highway onto a dirt road.
I remember my first hit. God, it was
what- ten, fifteen years ago. I
couldn't have been more than fourteen
years old. Damn, those were the days.
Who was he?
It was a girl actually. One of the
Boss Man's call girls. The higher end
ones. Gorgeous little tramp. Well, at
least she was.
What did you do?
Cut her face. Cut it good. Damn good
for a first time teenager. Did it
with a Swiss Army knife my dad got me
What did she do to deserve that?
The hell do you think? Cheating on
the Boss Man. She was his number one
bitch and when you're his number one
you don't go fucking around when
you're not told. (beat) This is good.
The car stops. V gets out and looks around. T gets out, opens
the rear driver side door and takes out a manilla folder that
is on the seat.
Where is he?
T points off in the distance. They walk together for a few yards.
T takes a deep breath in through his nose.
God I love this time of year. The air
is brisk. The trees have lost their
leaves. And there's that smell of
So who we hitting?
T hands V the folder. V opens it. Inside is a stack of black and
white photos of V talking to a MAN wearing dark glasses.
V looks up to T, shocked.
V's POV: T is pointing a handgun at the camera.
T, what the hell?
Don't "what the hell" me V. You know
what the hell is going on. You FBI
guys think you're so smart. I'm no
college boy like you but even I know
not to screw with the Boss Man
especialy while screwing his
daughter! Damn, talk about stupid.
I have no idea where the hell you got
those pictures but that's not me.
Shut up and put these on.
T takes a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and tosses them to
V hesitates then handcuffs his wrists behind him.
Move. Over there.
They move to a leaf covered clearing.
What do you want?
What do you mean, what do I want?
Money, women, drugs?
What? Please, I can get that crap
from the Boss Man.
Taxpayer funded hookers. Now that's
funny. On your knees.
T looks upset, like he's ready to breakdown and cry.
Why? I loved you like a brother, man.
And this is how you repay me?
T throws the photos at V's face.
I mean, fuck the Boss Man. He'll get
his someday. The big guys always do.
But me? How could you?
Its my job to dupe stupid assholes
like you so I can get to stupid
assholes like the Boss Man.
T is livid. He whacks V across the face with the gun.
Sonofabitch. You son of a bitch! I'm
gonna enjoy doing this.
T readies to shoot.
V looks up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes.
T, please man. I'm sorry. I didn't
mean it. I... I have a family. A kid
my folks watch when I'm at work. A
girl. She's six. Her mother died when
she was two. Ovarian cancer. The same
your mother died from.
T is enraged, on the verge of tears. He circles V as he speaks.
Don't talk to me about my mother! You
don't know what it was like, man. You
don't know what it's like to be eight
years old and leave your dead mother
in your house and live on the street.
Eight years old! Living in dumpsters,
eating out of garbage cans. Getting
the crap kicked out of you by kids
two years older just for a piece of
mold covered bread. You don't know
me! So don't talk about...
T stops and looks off into the distance as if remembering mom.
He snaps out of it and smiles.
Not bad. You almost had me. Do they
teach you that shit at the FBI
Its the FBI academy.
T smacks V upside the head with the gun again.
T aims at V's right temple.
V squints hard, waiting for the bullet.
CLOSE ON: T'S FINGER ON THE TRIGGER.
A GUNSHOT is heard.
Blood splatters on V's right temple.
Camera is at ground level. A head hits the ground. An open lifeless
eye fills the screen.
Overhead shot about 20 feet up: T lies on the ground, dead. V
looks around, gets up and runs away.
EXT. FOREST - DAY
We are looking down the barrel of a smoking rifle. An eye is seen
through the crosshairs of a scope.
The shooter is on his belly dressed in fatigues. He gets up.
It is the Man from the photos. He puts on his dark sunglasses
and walks away.