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68 int. smiley's house bathroom night 68

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

Sniper

Do it

Smiley

It's gonna be loud. close the

Door

Moreno does. sniper plugs his ears. smiley braces for the recoil. jake is dazed, like steer in a slaughterhouse chute

Moreno

Wait. lemme get his money first

Smiley nods. moreno searches jake's pockets, takes his wallet. pockets forty bucks. finds the schoolgirl's pink change purse. opens it, reacts

Moreno

Dang

He hands it to smiley

Moreno

Here, ese... you are gonna trip out

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

Pinchi... game... playing

Cop... where'd... you... get... this?

Jake

Get what? get what? god

Smiley slaps him with the change purse

Smiley

This, stupid. alonzo give it to you?

Jake

No! i found it!

Smiley

Where?

Jake

Macarthur park!

Smiley

What? bullshit!

Snick! the curtain closes. smiley takes the shotgun. holds it to jake's temple. moreno angles for a peek

Moreno

Wait up. i can't see

Smiley

If you're religious, go ahead and

Get in that last prayer

Jake

Omigod... she was going to be raped. i was driving with alonzo. these two crackheads were gonna rape her. i saw them hit her. i stopped them. they were gonna rape her. i swear to god. i stopped it... i gotta kid

Smiley

Shut up, faggot!

Smiley opens the curtain stomps jake's back closes it

Sniper

Blast the fool

Smiley aims, braces for the recoil. jake croaks

Jake

I gotta little girl

Smiley pauses. he eases off the trigger. pulls a cell phone. dials

Smiley

We're gonna get to the bottom of

Your bullshit. she's my cousin. she's a civilian. ain't right involving her

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

Intercut

69 int. letty's bedroom night 69

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

Schoolgirl

Hello?

Smiley

Wassup, letty. whatcha doin'?

Letty

Hey, smiley! just here doing

Homework. wanna talk to tony?

Smiley

No. i wanna talk to you. go to

School today?

Letty

Yep. yep

Smiley

All day? you didn't ditch?

Letty

Nope. i went to every class

Why?

Smiley

I heard different

Letty

Nuh-uh

Smiley

Cops talk to you today?

Letty

No

Smiley

Tell me what happened. don't bullshit me

Letty

I got jumped by two niggers

Smiley

You got jumped?

Letty

Well... i think they wanted to

Rape me. i kinda got hit. i mean he just slapped me. but nothing happened, okay? 'cause this cop came and kicked their butts. they almost killed him but he kicked their asses

A beat

Smiley

What did this cop look like?

Letty

He was a white boy. he looked young

Smiley looks at jake. that's him

Smiley

Sure you're okay?

Letty

I'm fine. nothing happened

Smiley

That don't sound like nothing

Wanna go to the doctor?

Letty

No. i said i'm fine

Smiley

Letty

Letty

Smiley

What were you doing in east los?

Letty

I was just kicking back at my

Friend's pad. there weren't no guys or nothing. i swear to god

Letty

Smiley

You go there again, i'm gonna beat your ass. i got your bus pass and i.d. gonna send 'em over. and we're gonna talk more about this

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

Moreno

Ain't you gonna blast him?

Smiley

The vato was tellin' the truth

Life's a trip

Sniper

This is some trippy-ass shit

Smiley hands the change purse to sniper

Smiley

Get this to letty

Smiley stands, turns off the water. he helps jake to his feet. unlocks the handcuffs as jake sways, woozy

Smiley

Thanks for getting my cousin's

Back

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

Smiley

Put that on your head. you're

Gonna stain the carpet. where they at? where you book 'em?

Jake

I didn't

Smiley

Why not?

Jake

Alonzo let them go

Smiley scowls. regards jake a beat, the wheels turning, smiley's a smart guy. he offers jake his hand

Smiley

You know this shit was just business

Jake

I know

They shake

70 ext. smiley's house night 70

Smiley and jake exit, the cholos on the street, they watch him with their jaded, curious eyes

Smiley

Alonzo wants your ass destroyed

Supposed to burn you up on the freeway by your house

Jake looks at smiley. sucks some blood from his teeth

Smiley

You went sega today, rookie

You're at that next level. just play their games and do what you gotta do and you'll be cool. they'll make you chief

He trades a look with smiley and walks toward the nearby boulevard

Smiley

Sure you don't wanna ride?

Cut to

Jake

I'm sure

Smiley watching him go, impressed

Smiley

Hey, cop!

Jake stops, turns. smiley smiles. the first time

Smiley

Remember me

Jake looks at smiley, grins at the absurdity

Cut to

71 ext./int. mta bus night 71

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

Jake

I need one of your shoes

The driver gives him a look, unties her shoe. hands it to jake

Jake

Go straight to the jungle. stop

Only when i say

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

72 ext./int. mta bus night 72

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

Cut to

73 ext. street night 73

The city bus fills frame. then pulls away to reveal jake

Jake's pov a battered stranger. his reflection moving across the streetlifee in b.g

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

74 ext. cul-de-sac night 74

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

Gangster

'sup, rookie. you got business

Here?

Jake looks up at sara's apartment

Jake

Yeah. i'm here for alonzo

The gangster opens the gate for him. jake climbs the stairs to sara's apartment

Cut to

75 int. sara's apartment living room night 75

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

Jake

Shhh. it's okay. lay down

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

76 int. sara's apartment bedroom night 76

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

Jake

Smiley didn't want the job

Alonzo

Goddamn, jake. lemme shake your

Hand. you did it, you passed the test. you a man now

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

Shit i've been through. shit i've

Seen. took me a long time to get where you are. now you on, jake. now you're a real narc. i held your hand through hell. you just gonna stand there holding your shit on me? wassup?

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

Jake

Fuck your little rendezvous

Alonzo reacts, surprised jake knows all

Jake

I got your number, homie. you're

Worse than a gangster. they ain't hiding behind badges

Alonzo

Then hook and book me. for what? you shot roger when you were whacked on p.c.p. and ran off like a maniac. got witnesses? smiley? my squad? my loyal troopers? tell your tales. we'll tell the truth. it's not what you know, it's what you can prove. where's your evidence, jake?

Jake

There's my evidence

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

Alonzo

Jake. doing good, man. first

Gunfight

77 int. sara's apartment hallway night 77

Jake scrambles for the kitchen. kerchack boom! dives behind the counter as formica explodes around him

Alonzo

Know that i am surgical with this

Baby. wanna closed casket? or you want one below the belt?

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

Alonzo

Shhh, mijo. no llores. ven aqui

Mijo. vente no llores. escucha a tu papi

The child looks at jake. a connection. jake motions the child toward him. but the child looks to his father

Alonzo

Mijo. no, es malo. es el cucuy

Te va a pegar. el cucuy, mijo. quiere pegarle a tu mami. vente, papasito

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

Cut to

78 ext. sara's apartment rooftop night 78

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

79 ext. sara's apartment roof night 79

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

80 ext. other rooftop night 80

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

81 ext. cul-de-sac night 81

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

82 int. g-ride moving high angle through 82 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

No fun when the rabbit has the

Gun, is it?

Alonzo

Someone dome this white boy right

Now

Jake casts wary sideways glances. the bench presser smirks, holds back his people with massive arms

Bench presser

Police business

Alonzo shoots him a look

Alonzo

First head that drops this fool

Is gonna be a rich man!

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

Jake

They're not like you. know what

I learned today? i'm not like you

Alonzo

Good. now what? gonna kill me?

Gonna break your cherry with a cop? ever done a little killin', jake? just stepped on some ants? ain't easy. do it clean, right here, jake

Alonzo taps his forehead as he takes a step toward jake

Alonzo

'cause if i live, i'll be up in

Santa clarita, taking care of that gal i talked to this morning. sweet voice. she's chicana, light-skinned. like to know how a good woman like that feels on the inside

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

Alonzo

C'mon. someone dump this man

A gun is tossed at alonzo's feet. a tired old workhorse. drilled-out numbers, taped-up grips

Bench presser

Put in your own damn work

Jake and alonzo looking at the gun. alonzo smiles. he slowly reaches for it

Jake

Don't do it

Alonzo turns his back, steps closer to the gun

Alonzo

Wait, shoot me in the back

Guarantee yourself the gas chamber. know it smells like pine oil?

Alonzo reaching for that gun. bam! jake shoots alonzo in the upper thigh. alonzo growls, taking the pain. he hops on one leg

Alonzo

Sonufabitch. you shot me in the ass

Jake

Next one kills you

Jake grabs the war bag. loose bills fall around alonzo. he desperately scrapes them off the street

Alonzo

Gimme the money, jake. c'mon, son

Jake

Not gonna happen

Alonzo

Now you dirty? straight jackin' me

Jake

Told you. it's my evidence. my

Proof. wanna go to jail. or you wanna go home?

Jake smikes at alonzo

Jake

It's street justice. nothing

Wrong with that. right?

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

Alonzo

Disloyal fool-ass bitch-made

Punks! put cases on all y'all! whole crew's going to folsom. solitary for life. no human contact. fuck y'all

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

You don't deserve this

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

Bench presser

Better get on outta here

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

Alonzo

That's right. that's right. i'll

Burn this down. take it all down. walk away. see what happens

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

Cut to

83 ext. sepulveda boulevard night 83

The g-ride barrels west toward lax. a 747 in the landing pattern overtakes it, its engines howl as it descends

84 int. g-ride moving night 84

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

Cut to

85 int. jake's car moving night 85

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

Cut to

86 ext. jake's house night 86

Jake shoves the nine in his waistband and crosses to the sedan. lou, doug and stan exit the car. they've been waiting

Stan

Where's the money, jake?

Jake

The evidence room at headquarters

Jake slaps alonzo's badge on the trunk

Stan

That's not necessary

Jake

That's not mine

Doug picks up alonzo's badge, impressed, pockets it. before doug can say anything

Jake

Now leave me the hell alone

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

The end

Fade out