MIDNIGHT STORM
                                   By
                              Patrick Donahue

               Patrick Donahue              ProtectRite  #R692-6206
               Los Gatos, CA 95030
               (408) 806-2129
               bottlne@comcast.net



               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.