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Script - No Angels Die
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Transcript of Script - No Angels Die
ONLY ANGELS LIE
by
Charlie Howe
1. INT/EXT. OF DRIVER'S CAR EARLY MORNING We hear the low hum of a car engine. The screen is black still. The sound builds slightly, but now too much, then cuts to:
Interior of the car. A man sits behind the wheel. This is BEAMER (20s), a coldhearted and ruthless killer hidden behind a calm exterior. As he drives he drives through the dark morning, his face is illuminated by the neon lights of latenight fast food joints passing by. His hair is darkbrown, his face hard and expressionless, hiding a violent temper, stubbled from the early morning. The dark eyebrows taking up a small part of his forehead frame his dead eyes. Muffled music plays over the radio now, a song by The Red Hot Chili Peppers Tearjerker. He is only halflistening, his eyes focused on the road. He checks his watch. It shows 2:22 AM. He checks his rear view mirror, and turns on the indicator, turning left. The car continues on for a while before pulling up opposite a dark alleyway. The street is dark, residential except for a convenience store and garage across the road.
2. INT/EXT. OF BEAMER’S CAR CONT’D
Beamer reaches under the seat and pulls out a police scanner, placing it on top the dash. He switches it on, tuning it to the right frequency. Crackling police dispatches are interspersed with the Chili Peppers now.
POLICE SCANNER ...is 5 Hotel 16, current location headed south east on Inverary Avenue...responding to possible domestic disturbance, over.
Beamer sits back, resting his arm arm on the window sill of the door. He stares motionless ahead. There is a pause before the silence is broken by the opening of the passenger car door. A second man, mid 20s with caramel brown skin and short black hair, enters. This is RAY, a smalltime criminal with big ambitions but little knowledge or talent to see them through. He is tall, skinny, with beady eyes and thick eyebrows that give the impression of a permanent scowl. He flicks a dying cigarette into the curb as he gets in, slamming the door behind him. There is a slight pause. Ray scratches his stubble nervously, looks out the back window.
RAY Anyone follow you here?
Beamer flicks the car into gear, looking over at Ray with a look of absurdity.
BEAMER
No one.
RAY How do you know?
BEAMER
This ain’t my first rodeo. Nobody followed me. Ray sits back in his seat, slightly more relaxed but not altogether calm. Beamer pauses a second, looking at Ray whose eyes are now focused ahead.
BEAMER (CONT’D) Relax.
He pulls the car out from the curb and continues down the street, turning right at the end. The dark morning flashes by through the windows. The occasional glint of neon light illuminates the two men in the car, plunging them into slight darkness when it passes.
RAY So, is it done?
BEAMER
It’s done.
RAY Where is it?
Beamer slows to a steadier speed, looking left and right out the windows of the car, It hits a bump, and jolts. A thump is heard from the trunk.
BEAMER Where do ya think?
Ray swivels in his seat to look at the trunk.
RAY Is it back there?
BEAMER
Well, I ain’t carrying around no spare wheel back there, if thats whatcha askin’.
Ray sits back in his seat and looks out the window.
RAY Doesn’t feel right.
BEAMER ‘Course it doesn’t, but this is a riskversus reward type situation, Ray. Were taking a risk now, and we get the reward later. And that reward is gonna be pretty fucking large, alright? Now sit the fuck back and relax.
3. EXT. INDUSTRIAL DOCKS CONT’D
The car pulls up near the water’s edge. A pause as the ignition is turned off and the engine ticks off. The two men exit the car and move towards the trunk. Shot from in front of the car as the two walk behind the car and lift the boot. This can all be seen through the windscreen and rear window of the car. Cut to shot from behind the two as they stare into the trunk. Their bodies block what occupies the trunk from the camera, leaving the contents up to the viewer’s imagination. INSERT TITLES: ONLY ANGELS LIE, at bottom right of screen. END.