"TRAINING DAY" (2001)

TRAINING DAY

Written by DAVID AYER

April 2001 Draft

FOR EDUCATIONAL

PURPOSES ONLY

FADE IN:

PREDAWN (4:59 AM)

In a Santa Clarita housing tract. It's dark.

WIDER ANGLE

Eyes glisten in the clock's shine, patiently watching the time.

BZZZZ! The ALARM SOUNDS. A hand that's been hovering over the clock drops. Silence. JAKE HOYT, a fit young man, rolls over, throws an arm over his sleeping wife --

-- she's not there, just empty blankets. He sits up, sporting a scraggly goatee, his hair growing out.

HIS POV

LISA, his wife, in a rocking chair in the corner.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake is surprised. How'd she sneak off?

She pulls back the blanket, she breast-feeds their infant daughter.

She lavishes kisses on her baby.

is squirted on terry cloth. A badge is rubbed against it in precise circles.

Jake in T-shirt and jeans, studies the gleaming badge, snaps it in its case, clips it to his belt. He tosses a duffel on the counter. Searches through the police gear. Lisa taps a police baton on his shoulder. He takes it.

He gives her a look, shoves it in the bag.

Jake does a final check of gun belt. Inspecting his Beretta and magazines.

She grabs a pack of English muffins. Jake catches his reflection in a mirror, rubs his chin. He doesn't like the way he looks. Next to the mirror is his police academy graduation photo -- Clean-cut, almost adolescent. Lisa plays with his goatee, she likes it.

He shoves his gun belt in the duffel. Zips it shut. He grabs a pressed uniform off a chair, and his police hat, wrapped in plastic. He kisses Lisa's cheek, her neck, her lips. Heads to the door. The PHONE RINGS. Jake stops. Lisa answers.

Jake looks at her, wondering who the hell is making his wife giggle so much.

Jake reacts, steels himself and takes the phone.

-- CLICK! Alonzo hangs up. Jake too. He stands there, grabs his nervous stomach.

Lisa looking at him. He gets an idea, snuggles up to her.

She breaks the embrace -- sore breasts -- Ouch!

Jake chases them with cupped hands as she retreats, giggling. Their game.

Old and tired, near Good Samaritan Hospital. Jake struts through the door, confidently looks around.

JAKE'S POV

DETECTIVE SERGEANT ALONZO HARRIS, in black shirt, black leather jacket. And just enough platinum and diamonds to look like somebody. He reads the paper in a booth. The gun leather-tough LAPD vet is a hands-on, blue-collar cop who can kick your ass with a look.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake walks over. Slides in across. Alonzo's eyes will never leave his newspaper.

A young waitress pours Jake coffee, offers a menu. Jake waves it away.

Alonzo turns the page. A long beat. Then:

Jake does -- Jeeez, sorry. Pours a ton of sugar in his coffee.

The waitress pours refills. Alonzo reads. Jake fidgets.

Alonzo sighs, carefully folds his paper. Glares at Jake.

Alonzo waves the paper in Jake's face.

Jake thinks. Bingo! He's got it.

Alonzo is astonished.

Jake beams -- some story, huh?

Alonzo shakes his head in disgust. Jake is crushed.

Alonzo tosses a fifty on the table. OFF his heavy wedding band we --

Jake and Alonzo crossing. Alonzo sizes Jake up.

Alonzo stops at:

G-RIDE

A narc-machine supreme. A clean, black 1978 Monte Carlo on nice rims.

Jake pulls a Chinese menu from under the wiper. Hands it to Alonzo, who folds and pockets it.

Jake admires the car, climbs in.

Jake buries his shoes in beer cans and coffee cups. Alonzo twists the key and pumps the hell out of the gas. After a beat, the ENGINE CATCHES -- VROOM!

Alonzo rubs the dash lovingly.

Alonzo hits the switches and the G-Ride is raised by hydraulics.

Jake reacts. Then smiles -- This is kinda cool.

A7 INT. G-RIDE (7TH STREET) - MOVING - DAY A7

Alonzo SQUEALS out of the lot. They pass the formidably- stylish Metropolitan Detention Center.

Jake takes a Motorola radio from the glove box.

A7 CONTINUED: A7

Jake checks the street signs -- 7th and Broadway. Before he can tell Dispatch, Alonzo snatches the Motorola as he makes a left on Broadway.

Alonzo tosses Jake the rover.

Jake nods and smiles -- makes sense.

Heading north on Broadway in downtown LA. It could be San Salvador or Guatemala City. Jake is mesmerized by the crowds.

Jake notes several men making hand signs as they pass.

Alonzo gives Jake a fatherly look, lights a smoke. Settles in his seat.

Alonzo gives him a look -- Don't b.s. me.

The boy is ambitious. Alonzo likes that. As they cruise down Broadway, a black and white up the street does a sudden U-turn.

Jake does.

The two cops from the black and white have their guns drawn on five hardcore cholos with tats on their shoulders and heads. A white cop screams at them in English, then switches to Spanish as his partner pours beer on a cholo's head.

The G-Ride crosses the 1st Street Bridge, revealing Echo Park spread before them.

A8 INT. G-RIDE (1ST STREET BRIDGE) - MOVING - DAY A8

Jake angers, although he knows he is being tested.

A8 CONTINUED: A8

Jake realizes Alonzo is right. Alonzo hands him a card.

Jake takes the card. Kind of smiles.

They cruise a beat.

Alonzo nails him with surprised look.

Alonzo pulls onto a street of dense apartments. Parks along the curb.

Jake looks, sees a young, bald cholo, Neto, just hanging out.

Alonzo watches his mirror, perks up.

INSERT - MIRROR

A new VW Beetle pulls onto the street, moving slow.

BACK TO SCENE

The VW passes the G-Ride. Jake glimpses three people inside, two guys in front, a girl in back. Hipster university students.

JAKE'S POV

The VW stops. Neto looks around, crosses to the driver's window, a drink cup in hand. Neto plucks a foil pack from the cup. Trades it for the driver's ten.

BACK TO SCENE

Neto walks away, disappears into some apartments.

The VW drives off, fast. Alonzo pulls out. Follows it.

Alonzo pulls his gun. Jake reaches for the Motorola.

Jake puts it away, pulls his gun. Alonzo stomps the gas. The G-Ride HOWLS. The VW is at the corner, about to turn!--

SCREEEEEECH! -- Alonzo slaloms to a stop, blocking its path. His pistol aimed through Jake's window at the DRIVER.

Jake draws a bead on the girl in back.

The kids gawk at the two narcs for a stunned beat.

The Driver is mortified because:

The Driver does, quickly, as Alonzo jumps from the car, charges the Driver, shoves the gun in his face. These are just scared kids. The girl tries not to cry.

Alonzo grabs his ear, tugs violently.

The Driver hands over the foil pack.

There's an ornate pot pipe on the floor mat. The PASSENGER picks it up. Reluctantly hands it to Alonzo.

He gives him a squished packed of Marlboro reds. The kids realize Alonzo isn't your average cop. The girl sees Neto standing down the block like nothing is going on. She lowers her hands -- bad move.

Alonzo sees her lip quiver.

Back to the Driver.

That gives him pause -- no kidding -- Alonzo grabs his ear again, shakes.

ON VW

Jake holsters his gun. Follows Alonzo to the G-Ride. The kids lower their hands.

ON G-RIDE

Alonzo and Jake climb in. As they drive away, the girl nails Jake with a look of revulsion. Jake reacts.

Alonzo laughing. Jake didn't like what happened. It shows.

Jake smiles to himself. Alonzo opens the foil, sniffs --

He hands it to Jake. Who takes out a bud.

Jake nods.

Jake is amazed. Alonzo snatches the bud, crumbles it in the pipe, tosses aside seeds.

Alonzo smiles devilishly, offers Jake the pipe.

Jake stands firm, shaking his head.

SCREECH! Alonzo stops in the middle of the street, pulls his gun, jams it in Jake's ear. CARS behind them HONK.

Jake stares stubbornly at Alonzo. Alonzo pockets the gun. Lights the lighter. And takes a huge hit, blows smoke in Jake's face.

A staring contest. Jake decides to play the game.

He takes the pipe, takes an absolutely huge hit --

-- And is racked with a spasm of coughing.

Jake takes another hit -- a passing driver watches -- blows the smoke in Alonzo's face. Alonzo laughs, resumes driving, takes a hit. They pass the pipe around a few times before Alonzo tosses it on the dash.

A12 INT. G-RIDE (ECHO PARK) - DAY A12

They cruise in a strange otherworldly silence. Jake is clearly messed up, his head lolls from side to side.

B12 INT. G-RIDE (SUNSET BOULEVARD) - DAY B12

Jake is scared as hell, pale, sweaty.

B12 CONTINUED: B12

Alonzo slams an elbow across Jake's throat.

Jake shoots him a look.

A well-tended Craftsman on a steep hill of fixer-uppers in Echo Park. The G-Ride parks out front.

Alonzo and Jake cross to the door. Alonzo knocks.

The door opens revealing ROGER in a bathrobe, worn from years of hard living. He's happy to see Alonzo.

Roger and Alonzo hug.

Alonzo and Jake sit in big chairs. Three beepers, three cell phones on the coffee table. Roger sits, takes a bottle of whisky, three tumblers from a liquor cart. Pours booze. Jake looks around at the modest traditional furniture. The tacky porcelain figurines. Family photos on the wall.

Roger gives Alonzo a concerned look.

They clink glasses. Jake doesn't. He stares into the liquid, enraptured by its smoky patterns.

Jake takes a sip and winces. Roger tugs Jake's goatee. Jake recoils.

Roger leans back in the couch. Jake is looking around the room again. A BEEPER BEEPS. Roger checks it. Ignores it. Roger studies Jake.

Alonzo tosses the foil pack on the table. Roger takes it, smells the PCP and shakes his head.

His BEEPER BEEPS. He checks it, sighs. Dials a cell phone.

He hangs up. Freshens the drinks.

A BEEPER BEEPS. Roger checks and ignores it.

Jake stares at Roger a beat. Then starts laughing. Really laughing. Maybe too much. He wipes his eyes.

Roger and Alonzo trade looks -- sharp kid. Alonzo pats Jake's shoulder. To Roger:

Roger scrutinizes Jake a beat. Smiles and nods: yes.

Alonzo stands, shakes with Roger.

Roger gestures at the phones and beepers.

A BEEPER BEEPS. Roger shakes with Jake.

East on Sunset. Jake senses he passed a test. Alonzo smiling at him. Alonzo offers him a cigarette. Jake accepts.

Jake looks green, tosses the cigarette out the window. Alonzo senses what's coming and SLAMS on the BRAKES, flings open Jake's door. Jake vomits. A beat of dry heaving.

Alonzo hands Jake a handkerchief. Jakes wipes his sweaty face.

Alonzo lights a smoke, leaning on his car, cracks a brew.

JAKE'S POV

A beautiful Mexican woman pushing a baby carriage. CAMERA PLAYING OVER her in luscious SLOW MOTION.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake stares, mouth open. Alonzo points out more beautiful Latinas gracing the sidewalks.

A15 OMITTED A15

B15 EXT. G-RIDE (MACARTHUR PARK) - MOVING - DAY B15

Alonzo sees Jake has his eyes closed.

Nothing.

Jake locks bleary red eyes on Alonzo, jokingly:

Alonzo cracks beers for him and Jake.

B15 CONTINUED: B15

Jake takes one. Alonzo drives over the 6th Street bridge. Jake drops his beer, soaking his leg.

He leans his head on the window pillar, feeling better. Jake's eyes absorb the street's tableau of unworldly beauty gliding by. Palm trees and sunshine. Paradise and hell in one. His lids begin to drift shut. Then Jake sees a flash of movement in an alley. Suddenly alert, he paws at the door handle.

Jake grabs the gearshift, throws it in reverse. The transmission GRINDS, TIRES SCREECH. The ENGINE STALLS. Jake is out like a shot --

-- he dodges an oncoming car.

ON G-RIDE

Alonzo pulling to the curb.

ON JAKE

Running like a deer. He enters the alley. Sees a book bag on the ground -- A dumpster ahead. Jake rounds it. Fast.

HIS POV

A devastatingly-beautiful Latina SCHOOLGIRL is pinned against the wall by a tall CRACKHEAD. Her nose dots blood on her uniform blouse.

BACK TO SCENE

The Crackhead hauls back to smack her. Jake charging.

The Crackhead punches Jake's throat. Stops him cold. Jake realizes how huge this guy is. Gulp.

CRACKHEAD #1 Gonna fuck you too, cop.

ANOTHER CRACKHEAD dives from the shadows and tackles Jake. Both go down hard. Jake gets his arm around Crackhead #2's neck, squeezes -- the forbidden choke hold.

Crackhead #1 stomps on Jake's head.

Alonzo drives the G-ride into the alley. Sits in the car and enjoys the action.

Jake rides out Crackhead #1's vicious kicks as Crackhead lets go, sweeps Crackhead #1's legs out from under him and hops to his feet. Crackhead #1 stands too.

CRACKHEAD #1 Your ass is doomed.

Jake growls, snatches him up like a rag doll, spins him, slams him hard. In a flash, Jake twists him into a pretzel, drops a knee on his neck, grinds his head into the asphalt. Clicks on the cuffs.

CRACKHEAD #1 We didn't do shit. Bitch is crazy and shit.

Crackhead #2 coming to, starting to stand. Jake crosses to him, pins his head with his knee. Slips a pair of flexicuffs from his sock, zips them on the man's wrists.

CRACKHEAD #2 Man, you messin' up, slick. Homegirl tradin' her ass for cookies.

ANGLE ON ALONZO

He casually exits the G-ride with a smile, impressed by Jake's raw skill.

Jake crosses to the Schoolgirl.

Alonzo gingerly examines her nose.

She grabs her book bag and gets out of there.

Alonzo squats by Crackhead #1. Searches him.

CRACKHEAD #1 Suck my dick, bitch. I know people.

Alonzo finds rocks in one sock. Some twenties in the other. He pockets the cash and crack. Searches Crackhead #2.

CRACKHEAD #2 Ain't got no horn.

Alonzo finds a glass pipe.

Instead, Alonzo grinds it underfoot.

Alonzo hauls Crackhead #1 to his feet. Unlocks the cuffs, tosses them to Jake. Crackhead #2 strains against the flexicuffs.

He steers Crackhead #1 to a wall -- cocks his fist.

Crackhead #1 does. Alonzo knees his groin -- oof! -- He falls to the ground, whimpers in the fetal position.

Alonzo gets in the car, backs out of the alley. Jake watches Crackhead #1 whimper; Crackhead #2 writhes in the gutter. It's futile to beat these men. Jake takes pity, walks away.

CRACKHEAD #2 Pussy-ass fool. Gonna see your ass again. Gonna fuck you up, bitch. Won't see shit coming. Creep like a ninja and crack your head open. Blow your house up. Punk-ass white boy. Now you in my world, motherfucker.

Jake stops and turns around. He stoops to pick up a pink plastic change purse.

INSIDE CHANGE PURSE

The Schoolgirl's bus pass and her freshman ID from Sacred Convent High School.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake glares at the Crackheads.

CRACKHEAD #2 She all woman. Tax that ass for days.

Man! Jake could kick his brains out. Somehow, he turns and walks away.

Jake steams. Alonzo offers a beer from a new sixer. Jake refuses. Alonzo counts and pockets the money he took. Notes Jake's stare.

A beat.

Bad mistake. Alonzo slaps him. Glares at him.

Now that it's clear who's the boss, they drive in tense silence for a long beat. Alonzo digs in his pocket --

-- hands Jake the rocks he found. A beat.

Jake does, sees several more rocks under some papers.

Jake refuses.

Alonzo gives Jake a beer and grins at him like a proud dad.

They clink cans. Jake smiles.

If you don't know the neighborhood, stay the hell out.A Regal with four rough-looking gangsters bumps its radio through the intersection, oozing menace. Then the G-Ride rolls through the intersection.

The area fills Alonzo's eyes with memories.

They shake hands.

Alonzo turns on McKinley. He reaches over, digs in the glove box. Pulls out a photograph and hands it to Jake.

INSERT - PHOTO

A spit-and-polish, young cop in crisp blues, white gloves, holding his pistol at inspection arms.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake looks at the photo, then at Alonzo. Realizing:

Alonzo rounds a corner. A driveby is under investigation. Several black and whites, crime-scene tape. A coroner's van. Flares block the street. A rookie gestures for Alonzo to stop.

Alonzo badges him and drives around a bullet-riddled Cutlass with two dead gangsters spilling out the open doors. Jake gawks, Alonzo is utterly nonplussed.

Alonzo turns down an alley. Then pulls onto a boulevard. After a block, he pulls into a different neighborhood. Alonzo glimpses some pit bulls down a driveway. A beat later he points out a house.

Jake looks at Alonzo.

thru thru

Alonzo scans the infamous Boulevard searching for prey. Sees a gaunt DEALER on a corner, in a wheelchair. Alonzo hands Jake a twenty.

He pulls over. The Dealer rolls up to Jake's side.

He spins and rolls away quickly. Alonzo shoots Jake a look.

Jake bolts from the car.

ON DEALER wheeling away. He sees Jake, speeds up. Then suddenly darts into a wig shop.

A24 INT. WIG SHOP - DAY A24

The Dealer heads for the back. Where a door leads out to an alley. He reaches for the door handle. Jake tackles him. Gets the Dealer in a compliance hold and cuffs him. Alonzo enters the store, badges the owner.

Jake searches the Dealer as rows of display heads stare with blind eyes.

A24 CONTINUED: A24

Jake finishes searching.

Alonzo glares.

The Dealer does. Sensing to not play with Alonzo.

He does.

Jake does. Alonzo grabs the Dealer's neck. Forces the pen in his mouth. Down his throat. He gags -- urgh! Vomits.

Jake is stunned. Alonzo inspects the spattered sidewalk. Sees Saran-wrapped rocks.

A24 CONTINUED: (2) A24

Alonzo slaps him.

The Dealer mulls it over.

Jake unlocks the cuffs. Alonzo steps over the vomit and crack.

Jake keeps looking at Alonzo, half impressed, half appalled.

Alonzo gives a reassuring look, dials a cell phone.

Alonzo jots the information on a note pad.

Alonzo hangs up. Shows Jake the address with a grin.

Jake smiles.

Near 13th and Mona Blvd. Graffiti on a wall: "MOBSTERS HOOD -- SANDMAN." The G-Ride glides INTO FRAME and OUT.

ANGLE

The G-Ride parks in front of a house. Alonzo and Jake exit. Alonzo pops the trunk. Inside is a microwave box, toaster, a boom box, a TV.

Alonzo fishes out an LAPD Windbreaker, "POLICE" across the back. Hands it to Jake.

Alonzo pulls a paper out of his pocket, unfolds it.

It's the Chinese take-out menu Jake handed him earlier.

He slams the trunk. Pulls his gun. They cross to the door.

They step onto the porch. Take sides by the front door.

He knocks on the security screen.

Silence. Alonzo knocks again. Nods at Jake.

Nothing. Then:

CLICKING. The door is unlocked, opened. SANDMAN'S WIFE, an attractive black woman, stands on the other side of the security screen. Alonzo waves the menu.

She does, Alonzo snaps it open, rushes in, Jake follows.

Jake and Alonzo swinging guns around the room -- two scared toddlers in a playpen. Sandman's Wife sits on the couch.

He searches the couch for a weapon.

Alonzo exits through a doorway into the kitchen.

We hear ALONZO moving through the bedrooms.

Alonzo marches Dimitri, 10, into the living room. The youngster trembles.

Alonzo exits. Sandman's Wife glares at Jake.

She looks out the window at the empty street.

The kids stare at Jake like an occupying soldier. He crosses to Dimitri, smiles.

Jake tries to shake. Dimitri crosses his arms, looks away. Sandman's Wife smirks. O.S., the SOUNDS of Alonzo tearing apart the bedrooms like a hurricane. Making a hell of a mess. Sandman's Wife stands.

Alonzo is suddenly quiet. Jake backs to the doorway, peeks around it. Sees a dresser with a mirror.

IN MIRROR

Alonzo shoves something big down his jacket.

BACK TO SCENE

Alonzo enters, excited, grinning.

He and Jake head for the door.

He hands her the menu as they exit.

At the end of the block, three big gangsters buy Popsicles from an ice cream truck.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Sandman's Wife bursts out of the house, screams at Jake and Alonzo as they climb in the G-Ride.

She sees the gangsters.

The gangsters trade looks. Start running towards --

G-RIDE

Alonzo sees the gangsters. Tries STARTING the CAR. The engine won't catch.

The gangsters getting closer.

Jake sees a Glock pulled from a waistband.

VAROOM! Alonzo SQUEALS from the driveway.

The armed gangster drops to one knee. The G-Ride tear- asses away in Glock's sights.

POP!-POP!-POP!-POP!-POP!

A ROUND SHATTERS a taillight. ANOTHER pierces the trunk!--

-- the back seat -- the front seat -- the six-pack -- and finally the dash. Jake reacting to beer spray.

Alonzo rounds the corner, tosses the wounded cans out the window.

Jake fingers the hole in the dash.

Jake startles, Alonzo laughing.

Jake does, Alonzo takes whatever is in his jacket, wraps it in the raid jacket and sets it at his feet.

Jake looks at the raid jacket.

Jake shaking his head angrily.

A beat. Then Jake fixes Alonzo with a stare.

Alonzo laughs his ass off. Wipes his eyes, he laughs so hard. Ahead on the freeway, a Highway Patrol cruiser is on the opposite shoulder.

Alonzo holds up a finger for him to stop and pulls over on the shoulder opposite the cruiser. A highway patrolman helps a distressed female motorist change a tire.

Alonzo stops the car. Alonzo puts his foot on the dash, reveals his unit's tattoo on his ankle. Jake reacts.

Alonzo reaches over and opens Jake's door. Jake looks around, looks at the tattoo. Forget it, he's out. Jake exits the car. Jake stands on the shoulder, squints at the patrolman fighting lugnuts. Jake knows what he wants to do. He gets back in the G-ride. Slams the door and nails Alonzo with a steely look of resolve.

Alonzo holds out his hand. Jake shakes, serious. Solemn.

Alonzo SCREECHES out of there.

thru thru

Jake nervously glances around one of the toughest parts of the city. A strong point adorned with wrought iron and concertina wire. Alonzo looks around cautiously, puts his gun in his lap, wary.

Alonzo enters a cul-de-sac of run-down houses and apartments. Formidable fences line the entire block.A fortress.

Jake is really uncomfortable.

A little kid runs out of the corner house. He eyes Alonzo, then hops on his bike and rides OUT OF VIEW into the cul-de-sac. A beat. The little kid returns. Waves Alonzo into the cul-de-sac. Alonzo turns onto the dangerous dead-end, driving around a poorly-parked van.

The little kid gives Jake an unsettling maddog stare.

Two solid, early teen gangsters lean against a fence. One claps sharply. Alonzo gestures for Jake to look up through the windshield.

JAKE'S POV

A dozen pigeons dive from the sky, right at the G-ride.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake reacts. The gangster claps his hands again and the pigeons pull out of their dive and arc back into the sky. The gangster smiles at Alonzo.

Jake looking at Alonzo, lost. Alonzo grins.

At the far end of a driveway, more gangsters work out and drink. One of them is benching over 300 pounds.

Alonzo parks at the end of the cul-de-sac. Jake and Alonzo get out. Cross to a gate where two more GANGSTERS kick it. They look at Jake.

Alonzo pushes open the gate. The gangsters regard him coldly as he passes.

NEW ANGLE

Behind Alonzo's back, the gangsters' disposition becomes disdain.

Kids play in the bare dirt yard. A huge pit bull is chained to a tree.

An old woman sweeps her doorstep and glares at Jake.

The old woman smiles, nods. Jake and Alonzo cross to some stairs, climb the steps. A 15-year-old girl exits with a laundry basket. Alonzo leers.

Jake reacts, unsure if Alonzo is joking.

Alonzo knocks on a door.

The door opens, there stands SARA, a ravishing Salvadoran in a housedress. She hugs Alonzo, plants a big kiss on him.

She notices Jake and backs off.

She holds out her hand. They shake.

Alonzo enters, Jake follows.

The living room is filled with Salvadoran kitsch. It's bright, airy, a refuge. A 2-year-old boy on the couch watches cartoons. Alonzo motions for Jake to sit.

He disappears into the bedroom. Sara hands Jake the remote.

She crosses to the kitchen. Sounds of POTS, DISHES. Jake is about to change the channel. The kid gives him a look. He puts away the remote.

Sara returns with a massive tray of food, chicken stew, beans, rice, salad, tortillas, the works. She sets the mouth-watering spread before Jake.

She hangs a beat, embarrassed.

Jake knows. She runs off.

Jake dozes, his plate wiped clean, an arm around the little kid, still watching cartoons. Alonzo enters, invigorated, he kicks Jake's foot.

Jake stirs, stretches. Stands. Alonzo shows him the door.

Jake tussles the kid's hair.

Jake exits. Alonzo picks up his son. Hugs him tight.

Sara watches from the bedroom doorway. Seeing Alonzo like this rips her apart.

Heading east on 6th Street. The buildings of downtown loom ahead. The noon sun high and bright.

Alonzo shoots a look at Jake.

The G-Ride pulls up to the downtown L.A. landmark. Alonzo's CELL RINGS.

Jake does. Alonzo talks on his cell a heated beat. Jake overhears:

Alonzo hangs up, exits the car uncharacteristically shaken. He and Jake cross to the entrance. Alonzo slips an old man polishing shoes a twenty. Alonzo, the raid jacket tucked underarm, hands Jake some eyedrops.

Jake does. Alonzo opens the door.

Leather booths and big, padded chairs. It's empty. Save for a corner table. Three scary 40ish bruisers in immaculate suits, DOUG, STAN, and LOU, share a top-notch cabernet.

Doug and Stan see Alonzo, react like they've seen a ghost. Lou turns, sees Alonzo. And quickly stands. It's tense. Like there could be a gunfight. Jake's hand creeps to his gun. Alonzo and Lou converge, trading serious questions and answers with their eyes. Jake watches Stan and Doug. They watch him. Alonzo and Lou grab hands grimly.

They shake vigorously, smile big. Everyone relaxes.

Alonzo grabs Jake's shoulder, pulls him into the huddle. Jake notes none wear shoes.

Jake shakes Lou's hand. Sees an LAPD Captain's badge on his belt. Jake realizes these guys are police administrators.

Doug stares at Jake like he's a bug as they shake. Jake withers a little.

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Lou takes Alonzo's arm.

Alonzo slides into a leather chair at their table.

He points out the corner table for Jake. Jake crosses, sits, his back to their table.

Chuckles from Lou and Stan.

Alonzo is breaking up. Stan and Lou too.

ON JAKE

laughing too.

Laughs.

The detectives grin knowingly.

The detectives are hooked. So is...

JAKE

Listening, sipping water.

Jake beams with beer-buzzed pride.

ON DETECTIVES

Roars of laughter from the Detectives.

ON JAKE

He turns, sees it's a serious pow-wow. Overhears:

The three suits shudder, trade looks.

A beat. Stan acquiesces.

Alonzo smiles. And the men speak in hushed tones. Jake turns to look.

JAKE'S POV

Lou, Doug, Stan and Alonzo stare back at him.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake snaps his eyes to his plate. The men murmur. The Waiter arrives with Jake's steak.

Jake reacts. The Waiter quickly exits. Jake looks at his steak. Pushes away the plate.

Alonzo and Jake exit. It's obvious something big is going down. Alonzo is excited, happy, the raid jacket underarm. He crosses to the valet.

Alonzo receives a key ring. Alonzo crosses to one of three plush unmarked police sedans in the lot. Jake watches him open the trunk and empty his jacket inside. Alonzo returns the keys to the valet.

Alonzo drives away. Dials his cell phone.

He hangs up.

Jake didn't want to know.

A beat. Jake smiles. Sounds good.

Near downtown. An unmarked police sedan waits. The G-Ride parks next to it. Alonzo and Jake exit.

Out of the sedan steps MARK, a Chicano clothes horse in Italian silk. And PAUL, a steely-eyed, heavyset black guy. JEFF and TIM exit, clean-cut white guys, Jeff has a mullet. Tim is generic but tough-looking.

Now Alonzo and Jake get out. Six cops huddled in an alley. Jake fits right in with the motley bunch. Mark hands Alonzo the warrant.

His men trade looks, they have total trust in him. Jake is a little nervous.

He holds out his hand. Paul scoffs.

Alonzo notes Jake's unease, shows him the warrant.

Five cops crouch outside a gate with shotguns, MP-5s. Assault vests and helmets worn over civvies. Jake and Jeff to one side. Paul, Mark and Tim to the other. Alonzo crosses to the gate with boltcutters and snaps the padlock. The five cops open the gate and run to --

The back door of the little house. Paul and Mark kick it open. Wood splinters. The five cops rush inside.

The cops run through the kitchen into a familiar living room. A familiar one -- This is Roger's house. Jake is surprised, confused.

Roger reads on the couch, the morning paper. He's nonplussed to find himself surrounded by police, weapons.

Jake aiming his shotgun at Roger's head.

Roger, holding his newspaper, recognizes Jake.

Jake nods: yes. The truth is; he doesn't.

CLUNK-CLUNK! Two tiny derringers hit the coffee table. Roger had been palming them. Paul sweeps them aside with his foot. The cops relax a little. Roger folds his paper. Sets it down, takes off his reading glasses.A principal besieged by truants.

Alonzo enters the shattered door. Holding picks, shovels. He drops the tools. They crash to the floor. Roger crosses his arms and glares at his friend.

Roger sees the tools and knows exactly what they are for.

Tim and Jeff gather the tools. Alonzo hands Jake a pick and leads the three men to the kitchen. Roger pours a slug of Crown Royal as Paul and Mark guard him.

Alonzo flips the table. Taps the floor with his toe.

Jake, Tim and Jeff begin chopping. It's quick work to tear a large hole in the wood.

Jake jumps in. Attacking dirt with his pick.

Jake, Tim and Jeff haul a trash-bag-wrapped footlocker out of the hole.

Jake tears away trash bags. Alonzo takes a pick and snaps the lock. Jake opens the lid -- taped bundles inside.

Alonzo hands him a penknife.

Jake does -- it is a brick of fifty dollar bills. Alonzo is relieved to see the money. Jake likes its heft.

Alonzo slaps Jake's back.

Alonzo grabs a shopping bag. Tosses bricks of fifties in it. Hands it to Jake.

However pleasant the heft, Jake could never accept.He returns the shopping bag to Alonzo.

Alonzo drops the bag in the locker. Exits. Jake, Tim and Jeff follow.

Roger reads a Vegas odds paper. Alonzo, Tim, Jeff and Jake enter. Roger glares at Alonzo.

Alonzo tosses Jake the shotgun.

Paul, Mark, Tim and Jeff snicker, crack smiles. Roger too. Jake plays along, points the shotgun at Roger.

He lowers the weapon.

Alonzo smiles. Takes the shotgun from him.

Alonzo aims at Roger. Roger suddenly understands.

BOOM! Roger is punched ragged with BUCKSHOT, lifted off his couch, knocked into the wall.

Jake jumps back. A peal of laughter from Tim. Contagious giggles from the others. Roger gurgles. Jake stares wide-eyed at Alonzo.

Jake's shock elicits more giggles from the squad.

Jake watches Alonzo cross to Roger, blindly gasping.

Alonzo takes one of Roger's derringers from the floor. Slaps it in the dying man's hand.

Jeff smiles, gets in position so Alonzo can shoot him.

He braces himself. Alonzo aims Roger's hand. Pop! A BULLET THWACKS harmlessly into Jeff's VEST. He removes his sunglasses from a pocket.

Jake looking at Roger, it's hard to watch a man die. Again Jeff braces. Pop! The THWACK of another BULLET.

Jeff probing his hand under the vest.

Alonzo drops the gun in an envelope marked: EVIDENCE HANDGUN. Jake can't believe what he just saw.

Jeff coughs -- bright foamy blood in his hand.

Jeff answers by coughing more blood. Tim runs to him.

Jeff does. Tim opens the vest -- a hole in a seam on the edge. Underneath, bruised puckered flesh drools blood.

Jake looks at these guys. They look back, smiling, smirking. He feels dizzy, sick as the nightmare sinks in.

Jeff coughs blood. Alonzo tosses his rover to Paul.

Alonzo pulls his gun. Aims at Jake's face.

Jake strikes -- twists back Alonzo's gun sharply -- sweeps away his legs with a kick. Alonzo finds himself on his back, Jake's knee on his neck, staring down the maw of his own pistol.

Paul presses his Beretta against Jake's temple.

Tim, Jeff, Mark gawk at the Mexican standoff.

Jake's free hand inches to his holstered gun --

-- and snatches it -- He swings on Tim -- who swings his

A beat. Then:

SIRENS APPROACH. Lots of them.

Paul and Tim reluctantly lower their weapons. Jake lifts his knee off Alonzo's neck, stands and backs away, aiming both pistols at Alonzo, who climbs to his feet.

Alonzo calmly pours himself a glass of Roger's whisky.

Jake does, wincing at his stupidity.

Jake looks at Roger, gasping like a beached carp. The SIRENS are getting CLOSER.

Alonzo gulps his drink and!-- Pfffffst! Spits the booze in Jake's face. Jake is blinded. Paul seizes Jake's wrists and aims the pistols at the ceiling. Alonzo wrenches the pistols from his hands. Jake wipes his eyes, looks at the roomful of crazy cops, scared. Paul points at Roger's other derringer, laying on the carpet.

Mark, Tim, Jeff like the idea. Jake doesn't. And lucky for him, neither does Alonzo, who stands protectively in front of Jake.

Jake and Alonzo trade a look. The SIRENS are close.

Jake is only too happy to get out of there. Jake crosses to exit, pauses, an afterthought:

Crack! Jake nails his jaw. Paul staggers, almost falls. To Jake as he exits:

from a distant hilltop. The ambulances and black and whites out front shimmer in golden afternoon heat. Two distance-distorted LAPD paramedics wheel out Roger on a stretcher.

ZOOM IN.

Amidst the heat mirages, Alonzo talks to a uniformed sergeant. Two more paramedics wheel Jeff outside on a stretcher. Mark, Tim and Paul following. Roger is lifted into an ambulance. Alonzo dismisses Jeff's paramedics and huddles with his men.

Alonzo crosses to the G-ride with an armload of gear. Pops the trunk. Dumps everything inside. He shuts the trunk. Dials his cell phone and gets in the car.

ANGLE ON JAKE

leaning against a phone pole. Watching as Alonzo pulls a clipboard from under his seat and puts on reading glasses. Alonzo begins writing a major incident report as he talks on his cell. A beat. Alonzo STARTS the G-RIDE. Motions for Jake to get in.

Jake gets in, on the verge of freaking out. Alonzo with his reading glasses, the clipboard on his steering wheel, filling in the report, talking on his cell phone, laughing.

Alonzo hangs up. Preoccupied with filling in little boxes on the report.

Alonzo looks at Jake, sees his torment.

Jake has a lump in his throat. A beat of silence.

Jake can see. Too clearly. Softly:

That's the truth. And Jake knows it.

Jake stares out the window a beat, clenching his jaw. He looks at dozens of birds sitting on the power lines, backlit by the setting sun.

Jake finally looks at Alonzo, stares into Alonzo's scary, empty eyes. Amazed to be utterly trapped by them. We can almost hear Jake's heart breaking.

A beat.

OFF Alonzo's amazed look:

Alonzo sizes up Jake anew, laments not knowing that earlier. He tries a different tack.

Jake looks at him. And realizes Alonzo is right. Alonzo STARTS the CAR, exits the alley.

The G-ride crosses the river into East L.A. General Hospital looms ahead.

The tough old barrio is before the huge hospital. Cholos drink on the sidewalk. Play grab-ass and listen to MUSIC.

Alonzo parks near the gangsters.

Alonzo points out a well-tended, quiet, quaint house near the cholos. Alonzo gets out. Opens the trunk. Loads up his arms with appliances.

Jake gets out, takes some boxes. And they cross to the house. With Jake following. Past staring cholos.

A drunk PeeWee maddogs Jake. Jake maddogs back.

A VETERANO shoves the PeeWee aside.

He shakes with Alonzo.

Jake and Alonzo cross to the house. AD LIBS of "Those're cops," spread through the cholos. At the house's door, Alonzo knocks. A beat. A little girl cracks it.

She closes it. A beat. The door opens to reveal SMILEY, a huge, drunk veterano sleeved with prison tattoos.He looks at the two cops. Massive, impassive. Smiley never smiles.

Alonzo enters. Jake hesitates. Then follows.

The little girl does homework on a computer. Two fine cholas watch the Spanish newscast. An old man dozes in a chair. Family photos on the wall -- A proud line of warfighters, lots of military uniforms. Alonzo and Jake follow Smiley into:

SNIPER and MORENO, big and intimidating like Smiley, have been playing poker around a beer-bottle-covered table. Smiley, Alonzo and Jake enter.

Alonzo and Jake place the boxes on the counter. Sniper, Moreno, ignore Alonzo. And vice versa.

Alonzo exits to a hallway. Smiley opens a box. Pulls out a nice CD player.

Smiley opens a microwave box. Jake reacts.

JAKE'S POV

The box contains the bag of cash Jake refused.

BACK TO SCENE

DREAMER, 19, an attractive young lady, enters. Smiley hands her the bag of Jake's money.

She gives him a dirty look and exits. Smiley takes his seat and picks up his cards. He eyes Moreno.

Smiley tosses them to Sniper.

Moreno offers one. Sniper deals in Jake.

Sniper finishes dealing. Jake looks at the cards intended for him.

Jake sits. Now he can see a shotgun against the wall by Moreno. The three cholos check their hands, signal for more cards. Jake checks his cards.

Oh -- Jake lays down his cards.

He tosses away his hand, Moreno, too. Sniper shows his cards with a grin.

Sniper collects the cards. Shuffles.

Moreno shakes his head, points at Jake's waist.

Jake is outnumbered, outsized, outgunned. All he can do is take the pistol from his holster and show Moreno.

Jake hands it over. Moreno examines it with skilled hands.

He hands it back. To Jake's relief. Jake looks down the hall. Getting up:

Smiley pulls aside the curtain.

JAKE'S POV

An empty street. The G-Ride is gone.

ON JAKE

He feels like a toddler lost in a department store. He sits back down. Moreno laughs.

Smiley slides the deck to Jake.

Jake shuffles. Smiley lights a joint. Offers it to him.

Sniper takes it, inhales. Jake dealing cards. The joint rounds the table.

Jake does. Dreamer enters.

Dreamer grabs a beer and exits. Jake deals three.

Moreno guffaws. Sniper chuckles.

Smiley gives Jake a look.

Smiley caresses Jake's thigh under the table. He almost leaps from his chair. Everyone laughs.

Jake tries to laugh. But it's getting weird.

Laughs. Sniper reveals his cards.

Everyone looks at Jake -- Well? He lays down his cards.

Smiley taps the deck. Jake looks at it. At them.

Jake picks up the deck. Starts dealing. Smiley arranges his hand.

Looks of agreement are traded. Moreno grins at his shotgun. Sniper shifts his weight. Smiley whiteknuckling his beer.

Jake reaches for the deck. This happens fast: Jake flings the deck in Sniper's face. Smack! Cards scatter.

Jumps up from his chair, flips the table into Moreno. Smiley SMASHES a beer BOTTLE on Jake's head. Moreno grabbing the shotgun. Crack! -- Jake socks Smiley's jaw. He goes down, amazed to find himself on his ass.

Crack! -- Sniper uppercuts Jake. Smiley grabs Jake's legs, yanks him to the deck -- kerchack!

JAKE'S POV

The bore of a 12 gauge and Moreno's leering face.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake gives up, his broken scalp gushing blood.

Dreamer pops her head in.

She gives him the finger, pops out. Smiley pats Jake down. Pockets his gun.

He finds Jake's handcuffs -- clicks his wrists together behind his back. He takes his badge, clips it on his belt.

Smiley commences kicking the hell out of Jake:

Smack! He slaps him. Everyone laughs. Smiley finishes, panting.

Moreno grabs Jake's hair, Sniper grabs an arm, they jerk him to his feet.

They run him out of the kitchen, Smiley follows.

& &

Pink carpet and porcelain kitties. They throw Jake into the tub -- shove his face in the drain. Smiley turns on the water -- Jake's blood whirlpooling away. Smiley grabs the shotgun from Moreno. Thumps the butt against Jake's head, flips it, shoves the muzzle in his ear. Snicks the shower curtain shut to catch the spatter.

Moreno does. Sniper plugs his ears. Smiley braces for the recoil. Jake is dazed, like steer in a slaughterhouse chute.

Smiley nods. Moreno searches Jake's pockets, takes his wallet. Pockets forty bucks. Finds the Schoolgirl's pink change purse. Opens it, reacts.

He hands it to Smiley.

Smiley opens it. His face goes dead blank. He hands Moreno the shotgun. Whips aside the shower curtain. Starts slugging Jake. Emphasizes each word with a kidney punch.

Smiley slaps him with the change purse.

Snick! The curtain closes. Smiley takes the shotgun. Holds it to Jake's temple. Moreno angles for a peek.

Smiley opens the curtain -- stomps Jake's back -- closes it.

Smiley aims, braces for the recoil. Jake croaks:

Smiley pauses. He eases off the trigger. Pulls a cell phone. Dials.

He sits on the toilet. Still holding the shotgun to Jake's head, he waits for an answer.

INTERCUT:

The Schoolgirl works out Algebra II proofs on a "Hello Kitty" bedspread in a pink T-shirt. Boy band posters. She grabs her RINGING PHONE.

A beat.

Smiley looks at Jake. That's him.

A70 INT. SMILEY'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT A70

He hangs up. Looks at Jake a long beat. Soaked, bloody, shivering. Click. He safeties the shotgun. Tosses it to a disappointed Moreno.

Smiley hands the change purse to Sniper.

Smiley stands, turns off the water. He helps Jake to his feet. Unlocks the handcuffs as Jake sways, woozy.

Jake half-smiles, not really sure if he's alive or not. Smiley tosses him a towel.

A70 CONTINUED: A70

Smiley scowls. Regards Jake a beat, the wheels turning, Smiley's a smart guy. He offers Jake his hand.

They shake.

Smiley and Jake exit, the Cholos on the street, they watch him with their jaded, curious eyes.

Jake looks at Smiley. Sucks some blood from his teeth.

He trades a look with Smiley and walks toward the nearby boulevard.

Smiley watching him go, impressed.

Jake stops, turns. Smiley smiles. The first time.

Jake looks at Smiley, grins at the absurdity.

The driver hits the button and the door opens. Jake climbs aboard; the driver is looking at his battered face. Jake taps the badge on his belt. Pulls sixty bucks from his pocket.

The driver gives him a look, unties her shoe. Hands it to Jake.

Cool. Jake jerks his head -- "Hurry up." He picked the right driver; her sock-clad foot stomps the gas pedal. The bus lurches forward.

The bus drives away under Jake's walking feet. He turns and is scooped right into the back seat. Jake's ridden a lot of busses.

Jake pulls his gun. Gives it a quick function check. He pulls the shoelace from the shoe. Ties the gun to his hand. Jake catches his reflection in the window, contemplates himself.

JAKE'S POV

A battered stranger. His reflection moving across the streetlife in b.g.

The city bus FILLS FRAME. Then pulls away to reveal Jake.

JAKE'S POV

Down the block is the cul-de-sac. No man's land. Quiet and dark, the streetlights have been shot out.

Jake enters, wary. He rounds the misparked van. The G-ride parked in a grassy lot. Jake glimpses the Little Kid on the bike disappear down a driveway. Jake notes a glowing cigarette on an apartment rooftop. Across the street, Jake sees rooftop movement, as someone takes cover. CLICK-CLACK as a rooftop shadow cocks a RIFLE.

Jake is on a mission, undeterred.

ON HOUSE

A porchlight turns off. The curtain moves in the window.

COUPLE G'S

kick it on a wall. Veteran soldiers ready for anything. They watch Jake pass with tough stoic faces.

Jake continues toward Sara's building. Where a GANGSTER stands with crossed arms, Jake's an irritant, not a threat.

Jake looks up at Sara's apartment.

The Gangster opens the gate for him. Jake climbs the stairs to Sara's apartment.

The TV is ON in the living room. Sara's boy plays on the floor. TAPPING AT the WINDOW. The boy sees it's Jake, who smiles, points at the door. The little boy crosses, unlocks the door. Jake enters quickly, grabs the boy and hides him in a bookcase with little doors at the bottom.

The boy looking at Jake as he closes the door. Jake hears GIGGLING O.S. Crosses to the bedroom door. Wham! Jake kicks it open.

Jake barges through the door, gun ready. Sara jumps from the bed, clutching a sheet. Alonzo is dressed down, ready for his important rendezvous. Finishing counting and repacking Roger's money into a war bag of police gear. Twenty-two pounds worth of Benjamin Franklin. Alonzo spins, reacting as he recognizes the ghost before him. He raises his hands, impressed. Unable to reach his gun sitting on the dresser by his wallet.

Alonzo offers his hand. Jake scoffs. Alonzo reaches for the war bag. Real slow. He fishes a smoke from the pack inside. Lights it.

Alonzo glances at a clock, it's 11:30, time's wasting. Jake follows his eye-line to the clock.

Alonzo reacts, surprised Jake knows all.

Jake nods at the cash. THWACK! Alonzo flicks his cigarette at Jake's face. A blinding explosion of SPARKS. Alonzo dives over the bed, grabbing the war bag of cash. In a rack under the bed is a sawed-off, pump SHOTGUN. Alonzo jerks the trigger -- BOOM! -- PELLETS SIZZLE past Jake's feet as he dives out of the room.

Jake scrambles for the kitchen. KERCHACK -- BOOM! Dives behind the counter as FORMICA EXPLODES around him.

IN LIVING ROOM

Sara's boy bolts from his hiding place. Sees Jake and runs toward him. When the child reaches the hall --

Jake swings his pistol on him. Alonzo swings the shotgun.

Both men aiming at the terrified child, frozen in the hall.

Alonzo smiles, squats in the hall outside the bedroom door and beckons his son closer.

The child looks at Jake. A connection. Jake motions the child toward him. But the child looks to his father.

(Translation: Son, he's bad. He's the boogeyman. He's going to hit your mommy and you. Come here, little man.)

Jake must act. He scrambles to his feet, exposing himself.

BOOM! Alonzo PEPPERS the FRIDGE.

POP-POP! Jake FIRES as he scoops up the boy and dives into the living room.

Alonzo seizes the moment to depart, dropping the empty shotgun and disappearing into the bedroom.

A78 INT. SARA'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT A78

Jake scrambles into the bedroom, gun ready.

JAKE'S POV

Sara points toward the open window. Alonzo and the money are gone.

Alonzo flings the money on the roof, climbs the railing. And pulls himself on the roof.

A beat later, Jake exits the window, climbs onto the railing and follows Alonzo onto the roof.

Alonzo's silhouette running along the treacherous rooftop, takes cover alongside a pigeon coop covered with elaborate graffiti. Alonzo FIRES at Jake.

Jake drops, rolls and FIRES back blindly. Alonzo runs for the adjacent roof.

Alonzo jumps onto a balcony.

Jake runs at full tilt. Toward the edge of the roof. Where nasty coils of razor-wire lay in wait.

Jake jumps -- His foot hits rotten plywood -- Jake flies awkwardly through space.

Another pigeon coop. Chairs, a card table, potted plants; a little oasis. The edge of the roof approaching fast, and its concertina of razor-wire. Jake's chest hits it -- oof! An iron spike atop a fence a mere inch from his ear. Jake pulls himself onto the roof.

Smack! Alonzo nails Jake's face with the war bag of cash.

Jake is stunned, Alonzo grabs the gun tied to Jake's hand and both hit the deck. They wrestle as Alonzo gets a finger in the trigger guard -- POP-POP-POP-CLICK! Emptying Jake's PISTOL.

Using his gun as brass knuckles, Jake punches Alonzo's head. Alonzo head-butts Jake, knees him in the crotch. Jake gasps in agony.

Alonzo stands, begins stomping Jake's head. Jake rolls out of the way. Alonzo kicking. Jake rolling...

Right off the edge of the roof.

Jake falls a story to -- THUD! -- a roof below.

Alonzo looks down at Jake. Who looks half-dead. Alonzo looks at his watch -- he has 25 minutes. Alonzo spits on Jake and moves on. Alonzo crosses to a stairwell and disappears.

Alonzo climbs in the G-ride and backs out. The money in his lap.

FRONT WINDSHIELD - NIGHT

Something is falling toward the G-ride -- it's Jake, he jumped off the roof.

WHAM! Jake hits hard, denting the roof.

Alonzo reacts, punches the gas, whips the wheel hard. Jake rolls onto the hood. Before he smacks the street, Jake extends a hand and snags the windshield wiper.He tries to pull himself up, but the sheet metal wiper bends back on itself.

JAKE'S FEET

drag along the street. RUBBER GRINDING off his heels.

INSERT - WIPER

It cuts Jake's hand, now slick with blood. Stress cracks in the sheet metal. The METAL TEARS...

BACK TO SCENE

The wiper snaps off. With three desperate fingers, Jake grabs the window stanchion, pulls himself back onto the windshield, his bloody face pressed against the glass, crimson streaks cascade down.

Jake begins whipping Alonzo with the wiper in his left hand. Pffck! Pffck! Opens a gash on Alonzo's face as he backs down the street.

Alonzo presses a button and a GUN slides out of the dash, Alonzo grabs it, presses the muzzle against the glass where Jake's face is. Jake jerks his head -- BAM! A near miss.

BAM! Another hole in the glass. But fortunately not Jake's head.

WHAM! The G-RIDE backs into a car. The gun flies from Alonzo's hand, out the window. Jake tumbles off the car onto the street. The G-ride stalls. It didn't get far at all. Alonzo is pretty beat up from the crash. Jake scrambles for the gun, then leans in the window of the G- ride and punches Alonzo several times. Jake grabs the war bag, pulls open the door and yanks Alonzo out onto the street, Jake backs up, sets the war bag at his feet.

The porch lights of two houses come on. Steel doors open. People tentatively step outside. Women and children, mothers with babies on their hips. Blue-collar fathers in shop uniforms. The Old Woman appears with two pretty girls. More porch lights come on.

A dozen gangsters boil out of a driveway like angry hornets. Lead by the imposing Bench Presser.

Gangsters encircle the G-ride. Alonzo stands, faces Jake.

Jake casts wary sideways glances. The Bench Presser smirks, holds back his people with massive arms.

Alonzo shoots him a look.

To Alonzo's astonishment, no one moves. He's on his own. Jake's eyes are cooler and blacker than a shark's, pistol at his side.

Alonzo taps his forehead as he takes a step toward Jake.

Jake smolders. He aims at Alonzo. Right between the eyes. No. He can't. Jake lowers the gun. Alonzo laughs.

Jake realizes Alonzo is stark raving mad. And it's kind of funny. Alonzo sees he isn't getting anywhere. Alonzo turns to the G's.

A gun is tossed at Alonzo's feet. A tired old workhorse. Drilled-out numbers, taped-up grips.

Jake and Alonzo looking at the gun. Alonzo smiles. He slowly reaches for it.

Alonzo turns his back, steps closer to the gun.

Alonzo reaching for that gun.

BAM! Jake SHOOTS Alonzo in the upper thigh. Alonzo growls, taking the pain. He hops on one leg.

Jake grabs the war bag. Loose bills fall around Alonzo. He desperately scrapes them off the street.

Jake smikes at Alonzo.

Alonzo's eyes narrow in hatred. Alonzo rages at the gangsters.

Alonzo looks diminished, broken.

Jake's eyes fall to the badge around Alonzo's neck.He smirks at the irony. Then yanks the badge from Alonzo's neck.

Jake looks at the gangsters, their faces, the faces of the people around him. He sees satisfaction. Hears murmurs of approval. Jake meets the Bench Presser's gaze, who leans against the G-ride. Pulls a beer from his pocket and cracks it.

The Bench Presser gives Jake a slight nod of respect and Jake leaves. Alonzo watches Jake go in outraged amazement. Alonzo moves to follow Jake and gets the Bench Presser's gun in his face. The crowd surrounding the G-ride drifts away. People return home.

No one listens. Alonzo has been abandoned save for the gangsters guarding him. He despairs in his defeat.

ON JAKE

walking away, the money in hand, his innocence gone. Though there is a heavy burden on his shoulders, there is much strength in his gait.

The G-ride barrels west toward LAX. A 747 in the landing pattern overtakes it, its ENGINES HOWL as it descends.

Alonzo tears open the head liner, exposing a Glock duct- taped inside the roof. He lays the weapon on the seat next to him, where a ROVER plays routine POLICE CHATTER. Alonzo tears back the head liner more, finds a manila envelope, dumps it on the seat -- there's plane tickets, cash, pesos, passports, travelers' checks, IDs, apartment keys. His getaway kit.

A red light ahead. Light cross traffic. Alonzo notes headlights following him. Stops at the light. He takes a pull on a pint of vodka. Wipes his lips with a shaky hand.

A van pulls into the intersection to make a left. Too far into the intersection. Alonzo eyes it, wary.

The headlights pull up behind him -- another VAN -- SCREECHING to a stop at an angle, blocking him. The side doors on both vans slide open. Gun steel glimmers.

This is it. It's going down. Alonzo reaches for his Glock. Hesitates. It's over. Alonzo lifts his chin and braces for what is coming...

BRRRDDDDDDDT! Two men in each van open FIRE with heavy AUTOMATIC WEAPONS -- AKs and HK-91s. Muzzle flashes strobe across bandanna-covered faces and shiny eyes. These pros know their weapons.

BULLETS PUNCH into Alonzo, the G-Ride. Passing straight through the car, SHATTERING GLASS. Shattering Alonzo.

After forever, the weapons are empty. Gun smoke wafts through the intersection. Alonzo, his beloved G-ride, are shredded. Alonzo leans forward, his head hits the HORN.

The DOORS of the vans SNAP SHUT. The vans take off in different directions.

FOOM! A small FIRE STARTS under the G-ride, leaking fuel and fluids. The flames spread, the interior burns.

CLOSE ON FINGERS OF FIRE

as they probe out from the bullet holes.

Jake slowly approaches his house.

HIS POV

In his driveway is a plush unmarked police sedan.

BACK TO SCENE

Jake grabs his service nine from his duffle. He parks and gets out.

Jake shoves the nine in his waistband and crosses to the sedan. Lou, Doug and Stan exit the car. They've been waiting.

Jake slaps Alonzo's badge on the trunk.

Doug picks up Alonzo's badge, impressed, pockets it. Before Doug can say anything.

With the last of his strength, a battered and mauled Jake limps away. The three wise men climb in their car.The plush sedan backs out of Jake's driveway. Jake enters his house.

PULL BACK.

Jake's home becomes indistinguishable in a sea of houses.

FADE OUT: