INT. BOXING ARENA-NIGHT/EARLY MORNING 4AM
(Boxing arena is cold and damp, low lighting hard to see faces, two boxers fighting in the ring. There is a large crowd of men gathered to bet on the match.)
BOBBY (THE IRON FIST)
(Tall, about six foot, speaks with a thick British accent. He is wearing a blazer, nice pants and a clearly seen gun in hand.)
Piece of shit! What is this? (Pointing the gun at the man on the ground)
MARKIE (THE FOX)
(About 5’ 8” speaks in a quiet voice with a British accent, wearing a dress shirt halfway unbuttoned. You can see a concealed gun holder. His pants are ripped and he is a mess.)
Bobby I told you I didn’t do it!
BOBBY
I don’t care what you say, the package didn’t
make it to the buyer. You were the to bring
it to him. What the hell happened?
MARKIE
Look, I was on my way, you know on foot when out of
nowhere this shit head jumps me! And before I knew
it, the package was long gone.
BOBBY
You couldn’t fight him off! You weakling! (Cocks the gun)
MARKIE
I tried I really did, don’t shoot! Don’t!
MAN 1
Copper! Everyone clear out!
BOBBY
Damn you lucky! (Helping Markie up, and putting the gun away)
Let’s get out of here!
MARKIE
One thing, (pausing) why did you shot?
BOBBY
Shit I can’t kill you! But I swear one of these days
I’m going to fuck you up.
MARKIE
You really had me thinking that you where going
to do it this time. (Wiping the sweat of his face)
BOBBY
How the hell could I kill my partner? (He yells over
The fleeing crowd) Besides I still need you around.
MAN1
Everyone get! The Copper is coming down and he
look’s like he might be looking for one of you. So
everyone get the fuck outta here!
UPSTAIRS IN THE BAR
(Bartender trying to keep the angry Detective Willoughby Casey from going down stairs as long as possible)
CULVERTON
(Mid 50’s has been running the underground boxing for the last ten years. He is short and full of piss and vinegar. Speaks with a heavy Irish accent.)
Really, sir I think you need a drink!
DETECTIVE WILLOUGHBY CAESY
(Early 30’s and has been working to shut down underground boxing in London. Light British accent. Wears well cut clothes and seems to have all the gadgets that any man could want.)
Look you Berk! I don’t want no bloody drink, now you
tell me what your hiding or I will blow you bollocks off!
(Pointing a gun at the man.)
CULVERTON
That’s a daft idea.
DETECTIVE WILLOUGHBY CASEY
I don’t think that’s such a daft idea you Sod!
CULVERTON
All right Detective, you can go down.
DETECTIVE WILLOUGHBY CASEY
Thanks you bloody idiot! (Opens the door to stairs. When Bobby
and Markie come flying up the stair, they run in to each other.)
Watch where you’re going!
BOBBY
Back off! I was just opening the door and you
came running on in!
MARKIE
Yeah that’s right! You get out of the way!
CASEY
I’ll get out off your ways if you tell me what
was going on down stairs!
BOBBY
Can’t a man keep to himself?
CASEY
Yes he can, (Pulling out his badge) but not if he
runs into someone with one off these.
BOBBY
Well then if you have to be asking.
CASEY
Yes I do have some questions for you.
BOBBY
Well if you do then when do you plan
on asking them?
CASEY
I don’t want any lip either!
MARKIE
He wasn’t given any lip.
BOBBY
Not now Markie.
CASEY
Now, will you kindly tell me, what was
going on down there?
MARKIE
Well we where down watching (Bobby hits him)
BOBBY
Well what he was saying is that we where watching
a football match that’s all.
CASEY
I didn’t think anyone was playing today.
BOBBY
No your wrong Man. Utd. And Arsenal
CASEY
Really?
MARKIE
(Not able to contain himself) Yeah if you turn the set
on you can catch the end of the game!
CASEY
OK I will then.
BOBBY
Shit!
CASEY
What’s wrong? Is the match not really on?
BOBBY
No I just hope that Manchester Utd. wins I
was betting on them, that’s all.
CULVERTON
Here I’ll turn the set on and you can see for yourself
Casey that these men are not lying to you.
CASEY
Shut up I know how to us a set! Give me that remote!
CULVERTON
Ok, Ok here you go now just clam down.
BOBBY
(Closing his eyes thinking about away out of this)
CASEY
(turns the set on) What channel is the match on?
BOBBY
It’s on 19.
CASEY
Thanks (changing the channel)
COMMENTATOR
(On the TV the commentator yells) GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In
the last seconds of the match a goal for Manchester! This
sets the score at 3-2 and ends the match. Arsenal will
be going home with the head between their legs.
CASEY
Damn!
BOBBY
(With joy and a little relief) I won! I can’t believe I won!
What a close match wasn’t Markie!
MARKIE
Yeah it was! Damn you’re a lucky!
BOBBY
(Playing alone) Yeah I wonder who will win the
cup now?
CASEY
I see well I guess you gents are right.
BOBBY
Now was this really worth the hassle?
CASEY
Well sorry for the trouble, I’ll be on my way.
MARKIE
(Getting the door for Casey) Have a nice one.
CULVERTON
(Sitting on the bar smiling at Bobby.)
BOBBY
What did you do?
CULVERTON
I have a tape of the match from last Friday.
BOBBY
Great. When he finds out that is was a tape
we’re fucked!
MARKIE
What are we going to do?
BOBBY
We will have to lay low for a while.
CULVERTON
I got a room up stairs if you need a place to hide out?
MARKIE
That sounds good!
BOBBY
No, that won’t do! We need to rent some flat in town!
MARKIE
That cost money and we don’t have any money.
CULVERTON
Here, (Handing them a large amount of money.) take this.
BOBBY
Where did you get all of this?
CULVERTON
Doesn’t matter do it? Look, take this and your
winning downstairs.
BOBBY
What about you what will you do?
MARKIE
Are you kidding, he would kill anyone who gets
in his way!
BOBBY
Good point, he tough!
CULVERTON
Like I said don’t worry about me if something comes up I will
let you know right away!
BOBBY
Right. Markie lets get before Casey gets back.
CULVERTON
Good luck. (pausing) What about the boxing match this Friday?
BOBBY
Shit, I forgot about that. Plus we have a big deal going
down as well.
MARKIE
Could we us someone to stand in or something?
BOBBY
Not a good idea, I said I would be there.
CULVERTON
I know some guys that might be able to help you.
BOBBY
What do you mean you know some guys?
MARKIE
I think that…(Bobby interrupts him)
BOBBY
Markie you’re not calling the shots on this one!
CULVERTON
Gentlemen!
BOBBY
Culverton, tell me what you’re talking about. What men?
CULVERTON
These are just the right guys for you!
BOBBY
What makes them so great?
CULVERTON
One of them can’t be killed! He has taken 7 bullets and didn’t die and
killed the man shooting at him!
BOBBY
What you have to be kidding! 7 bullets and he killed the man!
MARKIE
(Standing there ah stricken)
CULVERTON
I know you want him working for you. He could stop anything
from going on with fight on Friday.
BOBBY
But how do you know he would be will to work for me?
CULVERTON
I don’t. I am sure with the right reasons you
could get him to though. (Hands Bobby a piece of paper)
there now you can find him.
BOBBY
373 Lonsdale Road, Barnes, London, SW13 9PY
(saying the address to himself) wait its that the Bull’s Head?
CULVERTON
Yeah that’s it, why?
BOBBY
I don’t know I just don’t like the sound of it. (Bobby goes
to the door signals to Markie to follow him. After Markie is
outside Bobby turns to Culverton and speaks) Don’t let
anyone know who I am or it will be your head.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE PUB
(Sun is just coming up over the cityscape, Bobby is outside wait for Markie to bring the car around. Sees a police car coming down the street and becomes impatient.)
BOBBY
(Speaking to himself) where is that Bugger of a Berk when I need him!
(The police car begins to slow down and come to a stop in front of Bobby. Bobby stands there Ridgley, waiting for something to happen.)
OFFICER
(Speaking in a heavy Scottish accent) Top of the mornin’ to ye.
BOBBY
Top of the mornin’.
OFFICER
What are you doing out at this hour?
BOBBY
(Thinking quickly) I was drink for the whole night,
my lassie ditched me for another man.
OFFICER
I see, do you need a ride back to your flat?
BOBBY
No my mates coming and giving me a lift home.
OFFICER
I see (begins to role up his window.)
(Markie comes around the corner in the car. The officer is pulling away and then stops after seeing the car. (The car is an Aston Martin.) Bobby run to the car and gets in. The officer looks back and Bobby is in the car and they are speeding off)
INT. IN THE CAR
BOBBY
Where the bugger where you!!!
MARKIE
I got lost (focusing on his driving)
BOBBY
How can you get lost!
MARKIE
I don’t know I just did.
BOBBY
Where did you go then if you got lost?
MARKIE
I took a wrong turn on 5th and then I got stuck
Behind a truck
BOBBY
That’s still no reason!
MARKIE
Like I said I’m sorry!
INT. MARKIE’S FLAT
(Very cluttered and messy. Books and magazines are everywhere. His bed (futon) is in the living room and the whole place is torn up. Bobby looking around picks up a magazine and then a knock at the door.)
CASEY
Anyone home in there?
BOBBY
(Looking at Markie) What is this!
MARKIE
Fuck if I know! How did he find my place?
BOBBY
Do you have your wallet?
MARKIE
(Checking his pocket) SHIT!
BOBBY
You lost it didn’t you?
MARKIE
No, when we where talking to him I put my wallet
on the table, he must have taken it!
BOBBY
No time for us to really think now is there?
Do you have a escape way?
MARKIE
Yeah right here why?
BOBBY
Cause that’s our way out!
MARKIE
I see. What about Casey?
CASEY
I know you’re in there! I’m coming through
this door if you don’t open it!
BOBBY
(Looking out the window at the fire escape) Markie if
we’re going to get out of here we need to now!
MARKIE
But what about my place? What’s he going to do
to it? Come on let me grab some stuff!
BOBBY
NO! Come on we don’t have time for this!
MARKIE
But Bobby!
BOBBY
NO! We leave now!
MARKIE
But…(pausing)
BOBBY
Markie we’re leaving here now! No if ands or
buts about it!
CASEY
Last chance!
MARKIE
Shit I hate this!
BOBBY
(Opening the window, and stepping outside onto the fire escape)
Markie forget about all of this and lets get out of here!
CASEY
(Cocks his gun and shots the lock out. And steps into the room)
Damn! No one home!
(Casey moves around the room throwing things around. Moving toward the back of the flat he see the open window. Sticks his head out and looks around for the two men. But they are now where to be seen.)
EXT. IN THE ALLY BEHIND MARKIES FLAT
(Dirty, tipped over trashcans and a cat here and there. Not the best place to be. Bobby and Markie are seen pulling themselves out of a dumpster that they jumped into.)
BOBBY
(Pulling a banana peel off his coat and dusting off) Well that
wasn’t too bad. I just hope that he doesn’t connect us with
the boxing to night.
MARKIE
(Trying to heave himself out of the trash bin.) Yeah sure. You
really think that he’s not going to think this all out?
BOBBY
Well what do you want me to do just invite to the match?
MARKIE
That’s not such a bad idea!
BOBBY
What? What do you mean not such a bad idea??
MARKIE
(Finally getting out of the trash bin) Come on look you set the
rules and then you can just get rid of him!
BOBBY
Markie for once I think you just had a good idea!
MARKIE
Really?
BOBBY
Yeah, we can go ahead and let him know that there
is going to be a fight tonight. Set down some
guidelines and set him up.
MARKIE
What about the guy that Culverton told you about?
BOBBY
Right (Pulling out the address and taking a look at it)
we can make it there by car in half an hour.
MARKIE
I wonder if Casey knows what car we’re driving?
BOBBY
Shit!
MARKIE
I left the car around front, lets go have a
look and see if he tagged it.
BOBBY
Lets go then, we don’t have much time till he
could be downstairs again.
(Running around the corner, the men see the car nothing seems wrong with it but they move closer to check it out.)
BOBBY
Looks clear to me. Did you look under the car?
MARKIE
Yeah, nothing there, let get out of here!
BOBBY
Look!
CASEY
You two, stop right there!
BOBBY
Markie, get in the car and let’s get!
CASEY
(Pulling out his gun) I said don’t move!
MARKIE
Bobby what should I do?
BOBBY
Get in the car now! (Cocking his gun in his coat.)
CASEY
I said don’t move! What do you not
understand about don’t move!!!!
BOBBY
Move it!
CASEY
Son of a bitch! (Aiming his gun at the car
and cocking his gun)
MARKIE
Shit! Don’t do that!
BOBBY
(Aiming the gun at Markie) I said drive!
So god damn it drive!!!
MARKIE
Ok!
CASEY
Son of a bitch! I want those to dead! (speaking to dispatch
of his cell phone) I need all the side streets covered.
(phasing for a response) Yeah that’s right a black Aston
Martin (phasing)What a different officer already
called it in?
BOBBY
(Putting the gun under the seat) I would never
shoot you. You know that, right?
MARKIE
I know its just when you get that close it
always scares me. (Turning back to his
driving)
BOBBY
There’s Central so now we just need to keep going
until we hit the intersection of Lonsdale and
Central. Then you’re going to take a right ok?
MARKIE
Yeah got it.
(An uneasy silence comes over the car and Bobby begins to fidget in his seat and begins to get nervous and then speaks abruptly)
BOBBY
How’s your mum?
MARKIE
Fine why?
BOBBY
Don’t know I just was wondering.
MARKIE
You ok? (Looking over at Bobby) why
are you so jumpy?
BOBBY
Really it’s just nothing.
MARKIE
Ok.
(Again silence falls over the two men, Bobby again starts to get fidgety but this time he takes out his cell phone and begins to look at photos from the fight last night, he zooms in on one of the photos and is shocked)
BOBBY
Markie look at this! (Showing him the picture)
MARKIE
That can’t be!
BOBBY
But it is! (Pointing at a person in the picture)
MARKIE
That’s Casey!
BOBBY
No shit it Casey!
MARKIE
I guess that we wont have to be inviting him to
the fight tonight.
BOBBY
No your right and this might play into our
advantage in the long run you know?
MARKIE
What do you mean?
BOBBY
He will already be there making it thousands of
times easier for us to give him the slip.
MARKIE
I see.
BOBBY
Pay attention to your driving! You almost
missed your turn!
MARKIE
Sorry. But how are we going to give him the slip?
BOBBY
Simple we’ll have our man knock him out while he’s
watching the boxing match and then we’ll put him up
against the Iron Fist.
MARKIE
The Iron Fist! Just looking at him scares me half to death!
Bobby, Casey doesn’t stand a chance!
BOBBY
I know that’s the point!
EXT OUTSIDE THE BULLS HEAD PUB
(It is about 1:00 in the afternoon when Bobby and Markie pull in back of the Bulls Head, there are only a few cars out around back. The smell of fresh brewed beer can clearly be smelled by the two men.)
BOBBY
You smell that?
MARKIE
Yeah, I love that smell.
BOBBY
So how do you think we will be able to tell who this
guy is?
MARKIE
We could always count the bullet holes.
Seven, right?
BOBBY
Yeah that sounds about right.
INT. THE BULLS HEAD
