MIDNIGHT STORM By Patrick Donahue Patrick Donahue ProtectRite #R692-6206 Los Gatos, CA 95030 (408) 806-2129 email@example.com FADE IN: EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT The main doors open and out steps JONATHAN, 50--wrinkled oxford, worn Levi's accompanied by PAUL, CHARLES and LINDA, late-20s, in sharp business attire. PAUL Drinks at Joe Joe's? CHARLES Jonathan finely got an assignment. JONATHAN Sorry guys can't make it. LINDA Don't bite off more than you can chew Jon, Jon. CHARLES That's right, you lucky bastard. The all stop except for Jonathan. PAUL Knock'em dead Jonathan. LINDA Yeah whatever, you know he's an ex-con. His fellow workers make the loser sign on their foreheads. PAUL, CHARLES, LINDA Loser... They laugh, then walk away. PAUL How do you know that? LINDA That he's a loser. PAUL No, that he's an the ex-con? LINDA I hear things. CLOUDS Start to block the moonlight with light rain. EXT. CITY STREET, LIGHT INDUSTRIAL - NIGHT Glare from the headlights reflects off the heavy rain as cars splash down the street. Occasional lightning and thunder. A black sedan slows to a stop, the rear door opens and out steps SHARON, molded hard body in white hot pants, and high white boots and a skimpy white bra like top. Rain rolls off her white umbrella. Two guys in the front seat look like the Blues Brothers. She bends down to the passenger MODINE, he touches her hand. MODINE You be good Shar, you hear me girl. SHARON I'm too bad to be good honey. The car speeds off, HORNS BLAST as DANIEL the driver cuts into traffic. She walks down the sidewalk as a second car pulls up. She stops and looks at the car as the window rolls down. JONATHAN Hi... SHARON Hi yourself good lookin'. JONATHAN This weather really sucks doesn't it? SHARON Honey, I can make your sunshine. JONATHAN Do you want to get in, maybe go for a drive? SHARON Darlin' do you think I dress like this to go for a drive? The sky lights up with a blast of lightning and THUNDER as the wind rips Sharon's umbrella inside out and yanks it from her hands; it flies into the street and is run over by a passing car. SHARON Son of a bitch, did you see that? Her dripping hair starts to fall as the lightning and THUNDER become more violent. Sharon looks around and gets IN THE CAR Jonathan smiles as he drives off. JONATHAN Okay, this is great. SHARON What are you doing? You pull this car over now! Did I say I wanted to go for a Goddamn drive? Did I say that Goddamn it? JONATHAN I thought that's why you got in the car, go for a drive, I'm sorry. SHARON Just pull over. Jonathan turns the CORNER And stops; lightning and THUNDER heighten. JONATHAN I apologize lady, I'm really sorry, please. I'm just a writer. SHARON A writer! Do you want to party or tell stories? JONATHAN An interview, I'm a journalist for the San Jose Reader just an interview half-hour hundred dollars what do you say? Sharon just looks. SHARON You're sweet honey, but I think we're both after the wrong thing. The driver side window explodes spraying them with glass. A Hand grabs Jonathan around his face almost pulls him out through the window. A Gun is shoved inside the car over Jonathan's right shoulder aimed at Sharon, BLAM. The Passenger side window explodes, SPLAT against the building wall. Jonathan screams. The gunman forces the gun into Jonathan right hand. The dark figure runs off, lightning and THUNDER ease off. Sharon's head falls between Jonathan's legs. Jonathan screams, grabs his ear as he looks around, then Looks down at her. Gun in hand resting on the back of her head, blood pulsates through his fingers. He throws the gun to the floor, Pushes Sharon upright against the door and grabs his ear. MODINE (V.O.) Three king one, what's your twenty? I lost a visual on three king one. Three king one over... Jonathan grabs her purse, out falls a two-way radio, a 9mm handgun. Lightning bounces off her shiny police badge. He throws it down and franticly opens the door and FALLS OUT To the street, jumps up, a gust of wind slams the door shut. MODINE Three king one, what's your twenty? Sharon where are you? What's your twenty over? Jonathan runs to the passenger side and opens the door; Sharon falls, knocking them to the ground. An approaching cars headlights bounce off the building wall. MODINE Three king one, three king one. Damn it. Three king one where in the hell are you? Jonathan sees the dome light on; he starts to close the door but quickly grabs the radio and slams the door shut as the car rounds the corner. Jonathan desperately looks for the off switch. MODINE Three king one, three king one. Damn it. Three king one, Shar please come in, come in Sharon. The same tinted windowed sedan starts to pull along side, passenger window rolled halfway down. MODINE Sharon where in the hell are you? Come on back to me. Goddamn it. Jonathan looks under his car and sees the wheels stop. MODINE Three king one, what the hell is your damn twenty? MODINE Pulls the walkie from his ear and looks at it. MODINE I thought I heard myself. DANIEL Glad someone's listening. Modine looks at Jonathan's car, rolls his window down, notices the busted out window, puts the walkie to his ear, shines his flashlight into the car. JONATHAN'S Hands quickly move over the walkie, turns the switch to off. MODINE With Walkie to his ear. Opens the door and slowly steps on broken glass. MODINE Sharon, three king one come in, Sharon, what's your twenty? Three king one; three king one come in. Modine slowly walks to the rear of Jonathan's car, crunching glass under his feet, he stops. Jonathan and Sharon cower to the car like paint. Modine slams his fist into the trunk. Jonathan jerks. Modine quickly gets back in the car. MODINE Damn it! Dispatch we need back up! We lost Three king one, over... Let's go, move, move... Car speeds off. JONATHAN Puts her back into his car. They race off. EXT. PARK - NIGHT Jonathan pulls over, stops. Gets out and runs to the passenger side, drags Sharon from the car and throws her body into the bushes, it starts to rain. JONATHAN I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... The rain is heavy with THUNDER and lightning. JONATHAN Runs back to the car, starts it and becomes fixated with the windshield wipers going back and forth. FLASHBACK - BUILDING - NIGHT Jonathan walking sees a reflection from a window, behind him his so-called friends as they make the loser sign on their foreheads. PAUL, CHARLES, LINDA Loser, loser, loser, loser, loser. FLASHBACK - JONATHAN'S CAR - NIGHT BLAM, BLAM, the gunfire's next to his ear; he SCREAMS and looks at the gun. BACK TO JONATHAN Stares at the wipers. JONATHAN Oh God... He quickly searches for the gun on the floor, grabs and cocks it, hands shake, puts it to his temple then into his mouth. A large tree branch breaks off and CRASHES onto the car. BLAM... flash of light inside the car just before the door flies open, Jonathan's body falls to the ground; he doesn't move. Then he jumps up, throws the gun into the bushes, runs to where he had thrown the body. He franticly searches, stumbles, falls hard to his back, sits upright, starts to laugh. JONATHAN This has got to be a joke, a big ass joke. Well you got me, got me good you bastards. Jonathan runs to his car and drives off. JONATHAN Laughing rolls down the window and yells out. JONATHAN Somebody's going to get his ass kicked. Jonathan CHOKES, sees Sharon in the rearview mirror, centered in the back seat. He SCREAMS, the car swerves almost runs off the road, comes to a stop. Jonathan spins around, gets on his knees, leans over to the back seat. JONATHAN I can't believe you guys pulled this off. Sharon slides across the seat, THUD, slams her head into the side window. JONATHAN Jokes over come on! He shakes her; blood runs from her ear to the back of his hand. Jonathan WHINES then SCREAMS, jumps behind the steering wheel, races off. EXT. BUS BENCH - NIGHT Jonathan stops, drags Sharon to the bus bench and props her up. JONATHAN A better person will come by and know what to do. I'm sorry. Jonathan races off in his car. EXT. NEXT TO A BUILDING - NIGHT Jonathan stops and watches Sharon on the bench. A BLARING SIREN From a lone police car races by. Several vehicles pass in both directions. A large truck and trailer pass, Sharon's gone, VANISHED. The sound of SIREN fades off. Jonathan runs to the street, looks in all directions. Runs back to the car, stops ten feet away. Slowly walks to the car, looks in the back seat, nothing. JONATHAN Quickly jumps in, starts it, puts it in gear. SMASH, CRASH, the windshield and roof cave in. Sharon's face stuck on the windshield as she stares back at Jonathan. Jonathan SCREAMS are uncontrollable. MR. BADGER A black man, in dark clothing walks by Jonathan's car. MR. BADGER Yea just do not mess with a man's territory. No sir, it's just not right, you know what I'm saying... A black stretch limo stops, a gorgeous, sexy Asian girl, TINA opens the rear door, gets out, Badger enters, she gets in, they drive off as JONATHAN Watches, SCREAMING. INT. BLACK STREACH LIMO - NIGHT Mr. Badger sits next to Tina, Paul wipes blood from Sharon's hair, with Charles, Linda, Modine and Daniel. TINA I can see there's a lot of love here. PAUL Don't worry the con's got a sense of humor. CHARLES Do you know for sure? PAUL I've seen him laugh. CHARLES No, the con thing. PAUL It's a fact, right Linda? LINDA The one thing I do know, he's a... They all make the loser sign. PAUL, CHARLES, LINDA Loser, loser, loser... EXT. NEXT TO A BUILDING - NIGHT Jonathan hysteric as Sharon's head rolls from the smashed windshield to the hood, then to the ground. Jonathan looks down at the severed head... it's clearly a fake from a mannequin. Hysteric SCREAMS from Jonathan... as the SUN RISES Behind the mountains. EXT. CITY SIDE STREET - DAY Jonathan hunched over, staggers across the street, cars come and go in both directions, they swerve, missing him by inches. He doesn't flinch a muscle. CAR DRIVER Get the hell out of the way you stupid bastard! Jonathan looks at some beautiful flowers at a stand. INT. OFFICE - DAY Paul, Charles and Linda, work at their desks. Jonathan enters, clean shaven, clean cloths carrying a paper bag with a bouquet of beautiful flowers sticking out the top. CHARLES Jonathan... LINDA How'd it go last night? JONATHAN I learned something. PAUL What are the flowers for? The bag slides off; Jonathan has an Uzi in each hand. JONATHAN Funerals. Fear covers their faces, they SCREAM as the UZI'S Spit bullets, BLAM, BLAM... hundreds of empty shells bounce off the furniture, the floor. The smoke clears, the bodies of Paul, Charles and Linda lay motionless as JONATHAN LAUGHS Charles slowly looks up as does Linda and Paul, they WHIMPER as they check their bodies for bullet holes. CHARLES Blanks. They jump up and rush Jonathan. LINDA You're a bastard. PAUL You son of a bitch. JONATHAN Drops one Uzi and pulls out a 9mm handgun from his belt, BLAM, splinters the corner of a desk. They freeze. JONATHAN Blanks... Real. Do you want to know what I learned? I learned to share, spread the good times around, sharing, that's what it's all about. They shoot at you; you get a bigger gun. Don't be selfish give back more than what you receive. LINDA I have children, you know them... They know you... JONATHAN Shut-up. You, you're the one that's been passing those rumors around. PAUL I never believed her Jonathan. CHARLES We didn't mean any... JONATHAN Shut-up, I kill one person 25 years ago, now I'm an ex-con, the guy raped and murdered my girl friend. Well I'm tired, tired of it all. PAUL That's all behind you. Jonathan puts the gun in his mouth. PAUL, CHARLES, LINDA No... No... No... Jonathan pulls the gun from his mouth and points it at them. LINDA Little Bobby and Susie call you uncle... Jonathan puts the gun back in his mouth, BLAM. Blood peppers the wall. PAUL No, Oh my god... LINDA What have we done? CHARLES Oh God please no. Linda falls to the floor SCREAMS. They all SCREAM and SOB. JONATHAN Do they really call me uncle? The SCREAMS stop, they look... Jonathan sits up, smiles. FADE TO BLACK. LINDA No... not really.