THE DRIFT By Patrick Donahue Patrick Donahue ProtectRite #R692-6264 Los Gatos, CA 95030 (408) 806-2129 email@example.com FADE IN: EXT. BUSHES - NIGHT Two PUNKS, one white, with a tattoo of a SNAKE on the side of his neck. The other ... Mexican. They beat and rob a WOMAN, 30s. They laugh and run off; leaving her bloodied body hid in the bushes. EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - STREET - DAY The fabulous Golden Gate Bridge off in a distance as ALBERT, white, 70, wears an assortment of unmatched clothes. MR. HAMILTON, African-American, 60, white shirt, tie, sports jacket with a laborious cough, pulls his shopping cart loaded with aluminum cans. JOEY, white, 55, wears a black trench coat. All need haircuts, a shave and clean clothes. They share a bottle of wine, hidden in a brown paper bag. Albert walks off unnoticed as Mr. Hamilton digs in a garbage can. MR. HAMILTON You know what's wrong with the world today? JOEY People, yes sir, too goddamn many people like him. Joey points to the street. MR. HAMILTON No, no. We's needs people, no people no cans... Mr. Hamilton sees Albert standing in the STREET Cars swerve as Mr. Hamilton hobbles toward Albert. JOEY I hope Al Baby's insured. Mr. Hamilton gently pulls Albert from the street. MR. HAMILTON This is a fool thing to be doing Albert? ALBERT Have you seen my car? JOEY You see, that's my point. Do we really need people like him? MR. HAMILTON We'll soon find your car, Albert. ALBERT I believe I may have parked it over there ... maybe, I just don't know. JOEY You're wasting your time looking for that stupid red car? ALBERT It is a beautiful red, isn't it? ON THE SIDEWALK The same two Punks. The one with the tattoo grabs Mr. Hamilton's cart and runs with it. Mr. Hamilton runs after them, his cough intensifies, causing him to spit blood. He drops to his knees out of breath. Joey tackles one of the punks. A car hits the cart and cans explode. Joey wrestles the white Punk to the ground then gets kicked in the face by the other one. The white Punk jumps up and kicks Joey in the stomach. The other kicks him in the face again. Joey blocks the next kick and springs up with Martial Arts moves and beats them to a pulp. One lay on the ground, the other is pinned to a tree. Joey pulls his hand back to chop him across the throat. EXT. FENCED-IN AREA - NIGHT - FLASHBACK Rain and thunder light up the sky. A much younger, clean-shaven JOEY beats BOBBY, a biker dude in a Martial Arts fight. Bobby lies in a puddle of muddy water. DEBRA gets up in the background, grabs and slaps Joey. JOEY What the hell you doing with this guy? You're my wife! Debra looks past Joey to Bobby. Joey turns side ways just as Bobby throws a spear-like pipe and hits Debra in the chest. Joey catches her as she falls. JOEY No... Joey dives at Bobby. Joey hits Bobby a few times then delivers a final chop across the throat ... CRACK! And breaks Bobby's neck. JUDGE (V.O.) Joseph Patrick Shannon, the court finds you guilty of second-degree murder... CLUNK! The judge's wooden mallet strikes the anvil. A bolt of LIGHTNING shoots across the sky followed by crashing THUNDER and heavy rain. Bobby falls to the ground and splatters mud and water everywhere. Joey stands with his hand frozen in the chop position. EXT. SIDEWALK - PRESENT DAY Joey readies to chop the Punk across the throat. Mr. Hamilton grabs Joey's hand. MR. HAMILTON They's only cans, Joey. JOEY They are your cans, Mr. Hamilton. The Punk breaks away and the two flat-out run off. Albert strolls off in the opposite direction. Joey bleeds from a cut under his eye, staggers over and YANKS Albert by his arm and PUSHES him to Mr. Hamilton. JOEY If you want to baby-sit, then baby sit goddamnit! STREET CURB The cans in the street are smashed flat by passing cars. The three sit on the curb. ALBERT Let's go to the dealership and look at some beautiful red Ferrari's? JOEY Yes sir, maybe they will let us take one for a test drive ... you idiot. MR. HAMILTON Joey, Don't be so down on the man. JOEY If I could get rid of some of the people in this world, I'd start with this moron. ALBERT Ferrari's are a skillfully manufactured automobile. MR. HAMILTON Yes, good car, Albert. Joey and Mr. Hamilton put the flatted cans into the DAMAGED cart while Albert fills his pockets with them. EXT. CAMP SITE - NIGHT A dirty, unkempt, makeshift cardboard camp. A small fire burns; the three pass the wine bottle and eat beans from cans. Mr. Hamilton has a paper plate, and his cart is empty. Joey works on a small home made trap. A train ROARS nearby. ALBERT This is especially good this evening, Mr., ah, Mr. ... MR. HAMILTON Mr. Hamilton, Albert. ALBERT Mr. Hamilton, Albert. JOEY Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton, just plain old Mr. Hamilton, goddamnit. ALBERT What happen to Albert? JOEY You're Albert and you're a stupid moron. Why in the hell do you put up with his crap? Albert lovingly hugs Joey. Joey yanks Albert free and knocks him to the ground. He sets up to punch Albert when he hears a dog GROWLING a few bushes away. Joey releases Albert. They all listen and walk slowly walk towards the sound. Joey looks around some BUSHES and sees a large DOG dragging the body of a female covered in blood. The dog growls and moves toward Joey. Joey quickly breaks a small branch and shakes it while he moves toward the dog. JOEY Get the hell out of here, get, get. The dog runs off. Joey slowly walks to the body, stares for a moment, puts his ear to her mouth, covers his other ear. JOEY Nothing, dead, she's goddamn dead. Joey quickly stands. JOEY This isn't any good, not at all, no good for me. MR. HAMILTON Joey, we got to get the police. JOEY We're moving the camp, that's what I'm doing. Albert starts making like a SIREN. ALBERT Arrrrrrrrrr, rrrrrrrr... JOEY Shut-up, shut him up before I do, now shut-up. ALBERT Arrrrrrrrrr, rrrrrrrr, rrrrrr... MR. HAMILTON Albert ma man, Albert. Shuuuuu, Shuuuuu, Albert. Albert calms down. MR. HAMILTON Joey, the police will understand, we got to help, Joey. JOEY No way, I ain't going back, man. MR. HAMILTON We got to do something. JOEY She's probably a burned out hooker. She's none of our goddamn business. ALBERT I'll drive her to the hospital. Arrrrrrrr, Areeeeeeeee... Mr. Hamilton puts his hand over Albert's mouth. MR. HAMILTON Albert, Shuuuuuuu, Albert. We can't just do nothing, Joey, come on. JOEY Look at me man, I just had 20 years of lock up; they'll throw me back faster than this moron can walk off. ALBERT I can help. Areeeeee, Areeeeeee... ALBERT Runs around like he's driving a car and races off around some trees. His siren starts to fade. MR. HAMILTON Please Joey. You got to think this out. Mr. Hamilton rushes after Albert. JOEY bends down to feel her pulse. She springs up and grabs him. They roll on the ground. Joey breaks from her and quickly stands. WOMAN Help me. She goes unconscious again. JOEY Mr. Hamilton, Albert, she's alive! Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton! Joey looks around, no one, total silence. JOEY Oh man! Mr. Hamilton where in the hell are you? I need some help here. The woman coughs and moans. WOMAN Please help. She passes out. JOEY Oh man. Joey picks her up and carries her off out into TRAFFIC Down the CENTER OF THE STREET To the rear door of a HOSPITAL He gently sets her down. He tries the door, locked. Joey breaks the glass, the alarm RINGS, Security Guards and a Doctor-looking person run down the hallway to the door. The woman opens her eyes, and looks at Joey. Their eyes connect. Joey quickly runs off, hides and watches them bring her into the Hospital. EXT. CAMP SITE - DAY Rats on a stick cook over a small fire. Mr. Hamilton eats. MR. HAMILTON I demand's to know what you did with the body last night. JOEY This is her, yes sir. Joey bursts out with laughter. Albert laughs. Mr. Hamilton throws his rat at Joey and attacks him. He spits up blood. Joey helps to settle him down. JOEY I'm just kidding. Can't you take a joke? I told you what I did, end of story. Joey gives his rat to Mr. Hamilton. JOEY It's the truth Mr. Hamilton, let's eat, protein, it's good for you. Joey hands Albert a fresh rat off the fire then picks up Mr. Hamilton's rat, brushes it off and eats it. ALBERT Nobody cooks these as good as he does, Mr... Mr... JOEY Yes sir, you tell'em, Einstein. ALBERT Yes, you tell'em, Einstein. EXT. STREET BY THE BAY - DAY Mr. Hamilton pulls his damaged cart. Albert walks off in a different direction. Joey gently takes Albert's arm as they pass a newspaper stand. Mr. Hamilton notices the HEADLINES "MISSING WOMAN SAVED" Woman left at the back door..." Mr. Hamilton and Joey look at each other, smile... THE HOTTEST Goddamn red Ferrari RIPS by as Albert jumps up and down. He laughs, imitates the sound of the Ferrari. Albert runs off after the Ferrari. Joey catches him, with the help of a bus stop bench, and puts him in the cart. JOEY Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines. Albert pretends he's steering and makes the sounds of a race car, shifting gears and peeling out. Joey pushes the cart in circles around the bus stop bench. Mr. Hamilton laughs between coughs. Joey laughs with Albert. BLACK STRETCH LIMOUSINE Drives by, the rear window rolls down and ROBERT, in a sharp three piece suite looks hard at them. The limousine flips a U-turn and stops. Joey pushes faster and faster, Albert laughs, still making race car noises. The front tires on the cart hit the grass, the cart flips over crashing Albert and Joey to the ground showering them with aluminum cans. They all laugh as Mr. Hamilton staggers over to them. The limousine's rear door opens; Robert runs to Albert, helps him up. ROBERT What the hell is this? Mr. Trousdale? Everyone's been looking for you sir, family's worried sick. Come now, it's time to go home. Robert takes out his wallet and pulls out five ones. MR. HAMILTON Sir, we do not take handouts, we's not beggars. Joey snatches up the money. JOEY Speak for yourself. Robert walks Albert to the limousine. ALBERT We were looking for my car. ROBERT Were did you get those dreadful clothes, sir? Robert and Albert get in the limousine. JOEY Excuse me, sir. Does he own a car? ROBERT He owns twenty-eight Ferrari's. MR. HAMILTON Twenty-eight you say... JOEY What color sir? ROBERT Red... ALBERT I like red. The limousine drives off. Albert looks out the back window and pretends he's driving the car and mouthing the sounds, laughing. JOEY Damn. MR. HAMILTON Yeah... Damn. Joey and Mr. Hamilton continue to walk, sharing a bottle of wine. Mr. Hamilton's cough worsens. Joey takes the cart. JOEY Now you don't be coughing all over that there bottle, Mr. Hamilton. MR. HAMILTON This is fine wine for the price. As you know, when I was at Enron, I drank the finest Pinot Noir. MR. HAMILTON Hands the bottle to Joey. Coughs and drops back unnoticed. JOEY Yes sir, I know you did Mr. Hamilton, I surely know that. A hand covers Mr. Hamilton's mouth. It's the same two Punks. They pull him into the thick bushes. Mr. Hamilton fights for every breath as blood spurts through the punk's fingers. THE PUNKS Look at the blood on their hands, they see Joey walk back. They throw Mr. Hamilton to the ground, kick him and run. Mr. Hamilton spits blood and chunks of his intestines. Joey hears Mr. Hamilton in the bushes and charges through. JOEY Oh man, Mr. Hamilton, what the hell are you doing back in here? Mr. Hamilton coughs so bad he can't catch his breath. MR. HAMILTON Your absolutely right, there are some people we don't need in this world. JOEY Yes sir... That's what a judge said about me. They laugh. MR. HAMILTON Twenty-eight Ferrari's. More joyous laughter. Mr. Hamilton CHOKES and dies. JOEY Yes sir... all red. Joey lays Mr. Hamilton out on the grass by the street and cleans him the best he can. JOEY You're a good man Mr. Hamilton, I'm proud to call you my friend. Joey stands and bows to Mr. Hamilton, takes the cart and struts off, abruptly stops, turns. JOEY I'll take real good care of it, yes sir. Joey slowly walks off with the cart. EXT. HOSPITAL - DAY The doors open as a nurse pushes the raped woman in a wheelchair. Her two small children run to her and smother her with hugs and kisses. Joey sees the woman in the wheelchair and recognizes her. THE WOMAN Gives Joey a passing look. JOEY Watches her as the kids laugh and jump for joy. The nurse pushes her to the car. Her husband opens the car door. Joey turns, walks off. She turns and stares at Joey, smiles. Joey turns and gets eye contact with her, smiles. The woman and her family drive off. EXT. STREET - LATER AN AMBULANCE Picks up Mr. Hamilton. JOEY walks to a garbage container, smiling from ear to ear, as a POLICE CAR stops for the light, with the same two Punks in the back seat. Joey pulls out some nice fresh aluminum cans. BRAD Nice shopping cart. What model is it? JOEY I don't know. It belonged to a friend. BRAD, 60, badly need of make-over, picks up empty cans from the gutter, and tosses them into--what is now--Joey's cart. Joey with the cart, and Brad walk down the street. JOEY Do shopping carts have models? BRAD Good question. FADE OUT.