INT. LONG BEACH BAR - NIGHT 2
THIS STORY ISRESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE LOS ANGELES
SALARY OF $26,000A YEAR, STRAP ONA GUN, WALK THE. STREETS,AND PRAY TO GOD THEY DON'T DIE PROTECTING THE REST OF US...
lies spread out beneath us in all its splendor, like a bargain basement Promised Land.
CAMERA SOARS, DIPS, WINDS its way SLOWLY DOWN, DOWN, bringing us IN OVER the city as we:
TITLES END, as we --
SPIRAL DOWN TOWARD a lush, high-rise apartment Coup 1éx. The moon reflected in glass. .
CAMERA. CONTINUES TO MOVE IN THROUGH:billowing curtains, INTO the inner sanctum of a penthouse apartment, and here, boys and girls, is where we lose our breath, because --
' spread-eagled on a sumptuous designer sofa lies the single most beautiful GIRL in the city. Blonde hair. A satin nightgown that positively glows. -.$am-.Cooke. MUSIC, crooningfromfivehundred dollar SPEAKERS.
PASTEL colors. Window walls. New wave furniture tor- tured into weird shapes. It looks like robots live here.
On the table next to the sleeping Venus lies an open bottle of pills... next to that, a mirror dusted with cocaine. . She ‘rouses herself to smear some powder on her gums. As she does, we see from her eyes that she is thoroughly, ' completely ‘whacked outof her mind...
-She: stands, stumbles across the room, pausing to glance at a photograph on the wall: Two men. Soldiers. Young, rough-hewn, arms around each
On the balcony railing beside her stand three potted plants.
The Girl sees them, picks one up. Looks over the balcony railing... It is ten stories down to the parking lot. She squints, holds the plant over the edge.
Drops the plant. Down it goes, spiralling end over end -~ until, finally... BAM -- ! SHATTERS. Dirt flies. A red Chevy is now minus a WINDSHIELD. The Girl takes another plant.|
She drops it. Green Dodge. Ten stories below, BAM --! Impact city. Scratch onepaint job. Grabs the final plant and holdsit out, saying: — .
DO ah+ POW. GLASS SHATTERS. Dirt sprays. A blue BMW this time. The Girl loves this game... her expression is NikRete slightly crazed. She reaches for another plant -- ealis tn There aren't any. Her smile fades --And for a moment, nita just amoment, the dullness leaves her eyes and she is suddenly, incredibly sober. And tears fill her eyes as she looks over the edge --
And jumps the railing. Plummets, head overheels like a rag doll. Hits the yellow car spot on. She lies, dead, like an extinguished dream. Stillbeautiful.
Full of smoke. The clink of glasses, the rumble of drunken conversation.
At a corner table sits what appears to be a very lonely man.
In front of him is a bottle of Wild Turkey bourbon and a glass. Both are empty. He is thirty-five, give or take. Scragely growth of beard. Pouches under the eyes. The eyes? Totally black. Unreadable. Meet MARTIN RIGGS. You wouldn't know by looking at him that he's one of the deadliest men alive. In fact, he looks a little like a bag person.
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He puffs on a cigarette. Glances up as an old blackman O) in awheelchair approaches the table. Meet JAKE, the bartender. Riggs looks like shit.
| RIGGS Yeah. (rubs.his eyes) This one's empty, better bring me another.
- JAKE Whatever you Say.
_RIGGS Thanks, Jake.
Riggs stands and heads for therestroom. As he does, however ~- TWO PUNKS at the bar notice him. Nod to each other and begin making their way across the floor.