OPEN ROAD
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INT.  SEMI TRUCK - DAY
We open on a MAN'S HAND flipping open a CELL PHONE and dialing a number: 818-457-1976 appears on the small screen.  The man's thumb presses the send button -- instantly dialing.  The word HOME now appears on the screen.  
CAMERA FOLLOWS THE PHONE UP to reveal the tired, bearded and burly face of trucker BOBBY MERRICK(30s) handsome and baby-faced underneath his gruff exterior, long brown hair.  He awaits an answer from the other line. 
In the b.g. We hear CAR HORNS HONKING, PEOPLE YELLING...MOVE!  GET OUT OF THE WAY!...A POLICE SIREN BLARING.  A typical day in traffic.
BOBBY
Shakes his head and SIGHS in disgust as he stares out the window and into the distance.
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INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - KITCHEN
A YOUNG WOMAN'S DELICATE HANDS use a butter knife to finish swiping food off a dirty dish -- pushing what's left of her dinner down the garbage disposal.  
A PORTABLE PHONE rests on the counter nearby.  It RINGS.  The woman quickly sets the dish down and reaches for a towel to wipe her hands -- answers.  Once again -- THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE PHONE to reveal the face of --   
CYNDI MERRICK (20s)
Short, brunette hair, cute, a few extra pounds.  
CYNDI
Hello?
BOBBY'S VOICE
Hi, baby.
CYNDI
Where the hell are you?  You were supposed to be home hours ago?  Dinner's ice cold.  
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INT.  SEMI TRUCK
INTERCUT AS NEEDED
Bobby responds.
BOBBY
Yeah, I know baby, but what can I say?  The usual.  I'm caught in traffic.  Looks like some truck jackknifed about a quarter mile up the interstate.  Cops got the road blocked off.  It's back to back.  I don't know when I'm getting out of here.
The sound of POLICE SIRENS grow closer and closer.  Bobby stares out the window and spots something.  Something we don't see, but can only guess to be a police car. 
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INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - KITCHEN
CYNDI
Well where are you now?
BOBBY'S VOICE
From the looks of things, I'm still a couple hours out.
CYNDI
That's what you said two hours ago.
As Bobby and Cyndi continue their conversation WE SLOWLY PULL AWAY from Cyndi and the kitchen.  CAMERA DOLLIES INTO THE DINING ROOM.  We stop on --
DINING ROOM TABLE
A single CANDLE BURNS in the center of the table.  A large HOME COOKED MEAL awaits for Bobby on a dinner plate. In the b.g. We still hear CYNDI on the telephone with Bobby. 
CYNDI (O.S.)
So do you think you might have to stop somewhere for the night?
Beat.  Cyndi SIGHS.
CYNDI (O.S.)
Okay then.  If I'm not up when you get back, dinner's in the fridge.
Beat.
CYNDI (O.S.)
Okay, baby.  I guess I'll see you when I see you then.  Bye, bye. 
Cyndi hangs up.  In the b.g. we hear her rummaging through a kitchen drawer.  Suddenly...  
CYNDI
Walks into frame with a roll of serran wrap.  She leans over the table, blows out the candle and begins wrapping Bobby's dinner.  She is seemingly upset -- fighting back the urge to cry.  As she walks away --
WE SLOWLY CLOSE ON THE CANDLE.  The small flame that was once burning bright is now just a small, black puff of smoke.
INT.  SEMI TRUCK
Bobby shuts off his cell phone and stares out the driver's side window of his rig.
EXT.  PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS
Bobby's truck is NOT on the interstate at all.  It sits parked in the far corner of a GENTLEMEN'S CLUB PARKING LOT.  The colorful and spectacular strip bar just sits off of INTERSTATE 10.  
Bobby's isn't the only rig in the lot.  Several other truckers are parked here -- taking some time off the road to enjoy some "adult" entertainment. 
In the center of the lot, a DRUNKEN PATRON is being hauled off by a POLICE OFFICER.  The officer loads him into the back of his squad car -- LIGHTS FLASHING.  The officer then walks around to the driver's side, pulls away in reverse and continues out of the lot.
INT.  SEMI TRUCK
Bobby watches the commotion from inside his truck.  A look of pure guilt seems to consume his face. 
INT.  CHEETAH'S GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Bobby makes his way further into the club.  A YOUNG STRIPPER dances provocatively on a small stage, catching Bobby's attention.
Bobby has a seat at a corner table.  He relaxes, taking in all the lovely eye candy around him.  A menu already sits in front of him.  He picks it up, pretending to take a quick look.  He peaks over the top of the menu and instantly catches eyes with a -- 
BEAUTIFUL WAITRESS (20s) red-haired latina, busty.  This is BRANDI LOPEZ.  She finishes with a customer and struts over to Bobby.  Her every move is sexual and with purpose.     
BRANDI
See anything you like?
BOBBY
What do you recommend?
BRANDI
Have you tried the house special?
Bobby squints in confusion.  He pretends to flip through the menu, ignoring Brandi.
BOBBY
I don't really know if I'm in the mood for the special.  
Bobby lays the menu down and stares back up at Brandi.
BOBBY (CONT'D)
How's the french toast?
BRANDI
We're all out.  
The two share a coy smile.
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EXT.  CATHOLIC CHURCH - DUSK
Cyndi walks briskly up a set of steps, headed toward the sanctuary.
INT.  CATHOLIC CHURCH - CONTINUOUS
Cyndi stands at the entrance to the sanctuary.  She turns to a BACINE, blessing herself with holy water.  She crosses herself. 
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INT.  BOBBY'S SEMI TRUCK - NIGHT
Just as Cyndi is blessing herself with holy water -- BOBBY is busy pouring a BOTTLED WATER over the almost bare breasts of BRANDI.  He passionately sucks the water from her skin.  They are in a full embrace in the back of his semi cab.  She then crawls on top of his lap as they begin having sex.  
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INT.  CATHOLIC CHURCH
Cyndi has a seat in a pew.  She stares desperately up at the Virgin Mary, standing at the helm of the church.  Tears run down Cyndi's cheek as thoughts of her husband's infidelity consume her.  She begins nervously fidgeting around with the cross of Jesus that hangs from her neck.
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INT.  SEMI TRUCK
Brandi hops on Bobby's lap, harder and harder.  They both GROAN in ecstasy.
EXT.  CHEETAH'S PARKING LOT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
P.O.V. shot from a pair of binoculars.  We see the words MERRICK TRUCKING SERVICES on the side of Bobby's rig.  
BACK TO SCENE
EXT.  PARKED CAR - CONTINUOUS
The binoculars lower to reveal the face of private investigator JOHN CANTRELL (30s) spiked blonde hair, weasly and beady eyed, sitting in a car on the other side of the lot.  He chews mercilessly away on a stick of gum -- as if a cow were chewing her cud.  He cracks a sinister smile as he pulls away and out of the lot.
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INT.  SEMI TRUCK
Brandi humps Bobby harder and harder until he eventually climaxes.  He GROANS in ecstasy as they both slow to a halt.  
ON BOBBY
He appears guilt ridden.  Disgusted with himself.  Thoughts of his wife cannot escape him.
INT.  CATHOLIC CHURCH
The church pews sit empty.  No sign of anyone.  Cyndi is now gone.
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - BEDROOM
Cyndi, scantily clad in designer lingerie, awaits in bed for her husband's return.  Her eyes appear to be swelled from hours of non-stop crying.  Resting on a nearby night stand is a bottle of GIN and a half-empty glass.  
The SOUND OF BOBBY'S TRUCK startles Cyndi.  She quickly jumps out of bed, swigs down the rest of her drink, then hides the bottle and empty glass in a nearby dresser drawer.  She quickly makes her way back to bed and under the covers; closing her eyes and pretending to sleep.  A few minutes pass...and then...   
BOBBY
Walks in. He is quiet, trying not to wake his wife.  He stares down at her -- making sure she is asleep.  He makes his way toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. 
Cyndi opens her eyes and quietly sits up in bed.  She stares over at the bathroom.  Moments later...she hears Bobby RUNNING A SHOWER.  She crawls out of bed and makes her way over to the bathroom door.  She ever so gently opens the door and enters.   
INT.  BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Cyndi spots Bobby's jeans laying on the tile and picks them up.  She rummages through the pockets and finds a half-torn ticket marked CHEETAH'S GENTLEMEN'S CLUB.  A look of pure disgust on her face.
She angrily drops Bobby's jeans to the floor and storms out; slamming the door behind her.  The sound of the door startles 
BOBBY
Who pulls back the shower curtain to take a look.  A worried look on his face.  He's just been busted and he knows it.
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - DINING ROOM - MORNING
Cyndi enjoys a large, home cooked breakfast: Two eggs over, bacon and home fries with a side of corned beef hash.  An identical plate sits on the table next to Cyndi.  This is Bobby's plate.  His seat sits empty.  
CYNDI
Takes a swig of her coffee and notices --
BOBBY
Walking into the kitchen with a half-empty glass of orange juice and dressed in his usual road apparel -- blue jeans and a navy blue MERRICK TRUCKING SERVICES collared shirt.  He pours the rest of his o.j. down the drain, grabs his wallet and keys from the counter. 
CYNDI
I made breakfast.  You wanna take a few bites while it's still warm?
BOBBY
I already ate.
CYNDI
Really?  I didn't even hear you get up.  You must've gotten up pretty early this morning.
BOBBY
I'm meeting Charlie at the office.  Gotta take care of a few things before tomorrow.
Cyndi squints in confusion.  
CYNDI
Tomorrow?
BOBBY
I've got another run to Tuscon.  I'm leaving first thing in the morning.
Cyndi stops chewing and sets her fork down, obviously upset.
CYNDI
I thought you said you were taking some time off.  That's what we agreed on.
BOBBY
I'm going to.  Just not right now.
Bobby turns his back on Cyndi, placing his glass in the dish washer and going about his business. 
CYNDI
Why not?  You're in charge now.  You don't have to go back on the road if you don't want.  God knows you need the break.  Especially now.  Why don't you take it easy for awhile?
Bobby leans against the kitchen sink, facing Cyndi.
BOBBY
I'm letting Tommy run things at home for awhile.  
Cyndi squints her eyes further, a look of total surprise.
CYNDI
Tommy?  You gotta be kidding me, right?
BOBBY
The books are a mess.  He insisted on taking the job.  He said he's already kicked around a few ideas on how to get us back on track.  I figured 'what the hell'.  He was always better at that stuff anyways.
CYNDI
And what ideas are these? -- How he can run your father's company further into the ground?
Bobby rolls his eyes, becoming more and more annoyed with her persistence.  
BOBBY
Look.  I don't wanna argue about this.  It's been hard enough just making the transition.  On top of dealing with dad's four hundred messes, I don't think running the office is gonna make things any easier right now.  I just need some more time to clear my head.  
CYNDI
You need more time to clear your head or more time away from me?  Cos leaving again won't fix things between us, Bobby.  I need to know that we're okay.  That you can trust me again.  I just can't keep leaving things the way they are.   
Bobby simply turns his back on her, unwilling to listen.  He struts across the kitchen tile with his hands on his hips.  
CYNDI (CONT'D)
I know, because of the stress of everything that's happened, it's much easier for you to just ignore me.  But sooner or later, we're gonna have to start talking again.     
BOBBY
There's food in the fridge!  You got a roof over your head!  What the hell else do you want from me right now?!    
CYNDI
You know what that is?!  That's your father talking!
BOBBY
Just shut up about my father, Cyndi, alright?!  Keep him out of this!  
Cyndi drops her fork and folds her arms in disgust.
BOBBY (CONT'D)
I'm going back on the road tomorrow.  I'll be back Tuesday.  That's it.  You can yell at me some more when I get back. 
Bobby continues out the front door, leaving Cyndi upset and alone.    
EXT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - FRONT LAWN
Cyndi is busy pushing a mower across her beautifully groomed front lawn when she notices --
A CAR
Pulling against the curb in front of their house.
Cyndi cuts off the lawn mower, wipes the sweat from her face.  She removes a glove from one of her hands, ready to greet her surprise visitor.
Out of the car steps JOHN CANTRELL, private investigator.  He is dressed business/casual in a brown sport coat, denim shirt and blue jeans and a loud, colorful neck tie.  A pair of round reading glasses rest on his beady, weasly face.  He is tall, slick and smells like trouble.
JOHN
Smiling from ear to ear, approaches Cyndi.
JOHN
Mrs. Merrick, I presume?
Cyndi smiles and extends her hand -- taking an instant liking to the young man.
CYNDI
Yes.  And you are?
Cyndi extends your hand to the visitor.  John is oblivious.  He simply smiles back at her.  An awkward silence.  He finally notices her hand...
JOHN
Oh.  Sorry.  I'm John. Cantrell.  I didn't mean to interrupt.
CYNDI
No.  It's fine.  I was about to get a lemonade.  So what can I do for you, Mr. Cantrell?
JOHN
Well.  This is a bit awkward.  I was hoping I could talk a few things over with you.  Inside.  
CYNDI
And this concerns what?
JOHN
It concerns your husband.
Cyndi slowly loses her courteous smile.  Reality sets in.
CYNDI
I see.
JOHN
It's awfully hot out here.  Can we go inside and talk a few minutes?
CYNDI
Of course.  I didn't mean to be rude.  Do you like lemonade?
JOHN
Freshly squeezed, homemade lemonade? 
Cyndi smiles at the charming visitor.
CYNDI
What else?
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - LIVING ROOM
Cyndi and her guest sit on the couch, across from one another, drinking a tall glass of lemonade.  
JOHN
I'm a private investigator.  What I have to say might come as a shock to you, but...I want you to listen.  I have reason to believe your husband may be involved in some bad business with some very bad people.
CYNDI
Excuse me?
JOHN
My sources tell me that Mr. Merrick's been moving stolen goods across the state.  That he's been working with a fence just outside of Phoenix.  
A very surprised and shocked Cyndi sets her lemonade down on a coffee table, moves to the edge of her seat.  
JOHN (CONT'D)
This particular man's been under surveillance by the police for quite some time now.  He deals in mostly electronics.  Computers, TVs, DVD players, you name it.  The word is he has possible mob connections.    
CYNDI
Wait a minute.  You're saying my husband's involved with the mafia? 
JOHN
Not directly, no.  A mob organization has been hijacking deliveries off the highway.  First they get their hands on an invoice.  They find out where the deliveries are headed and that's when they hit them. Lastly, they pay off the drivers to keep their mouths shut.  Some of the drivers...they even offer some business on the side to make sure the goods get from point A to point B.      

CYNDI
No.  Why would Bobby do this?
JOHN
My guess? -- When he inherited his father's business, he inherited his debt.  He probably thought this was his ticket out.
CYNDI
And where are you getting this information?
JOHN
I have a friend in the department.  He's been doing some digging around on Mr. Merrick in his spare time.  For me.
CYNDI
I don't understand.  Why are you so interested in my husband?   
JOHN
He's fucking my wife.  
Cyndi simply stares back at John, speechless.  Not knowing how to respond.
John gulps down the rest of his drink.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Do you have any more lemonade?
John smiles and holds his empty glass up, shaking what's left of his melting ice cubes.
EXT.  HIGHWAY - DAY
Bobby's rig barrels down the long stretch of road.
INT.  SEMI TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
Bobby's demeanor grows angrier by the second as he shift through the gears.  His eyes have a dark intensity to them.  He is completely focused, locked into the highway before him.  Something oppressive is consuming his every thought.  Something he can't shake. 
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - KITCHEN
A flat, smooth center counter in the middle of The Merrick's kitchen.  In the blink of an eye...  
CYNDI
Is tossed onto the counter top by an UNSEEN MAN.  The man sucks on her bare neck and gropes her ass as Cyndi's legs wrap around his back.  They're every move is passionate and animal-like.
INT.  SEMI TRUCK
Bobby grows angrier and angrier -- jerking through the gears with intensity.
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - KITCHEN
The UNSEEN MAN lays Cyndi down on the counter, quickly crawls on top of her.
INT.  SEMI TRUCK
Bobby's eyes grow larger and more intense.  He has worked himself up to a full blown sweat.
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - KITCHEN
The UNSEEN MAN on top of Cyndi comes up for air.  As he pulls away, we see that he is NOT Cantrell.  This is another man completely.  Someone we don't know.  The two lovers simply stare back at one another.  Blown away by each other's passion. Then...suddenly...through the front door walks -- 
BOBBY
Who instantly spots his wife screwing the strange man on his kitchen counter.
Cyndi and her lover stop, stare over at him -- completely speechless and unable to move.
Bobby also stands in shock.  He remains locked on his wife as tears begin to well up in his eyes. 
INT.  SEMI TRUCK
Bobby's eyes begin filling with tears as he reflects on the painful memories.
EXT.  HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS
Bobby's rig continues down the highway at high speed.  We stay on him until he is almost out of sight.
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK  
Cyndi remains on the couch as John Cantrell paces back and forth on the living room floor, sipping his lemonade.  They are both completely clothed.    
JOHN
You see, my wife works as a part-time waitress at a gentlemen's club.  A place just off of I-10, about ten miles outside the city.  Brandi and Bobby were old friends from high school.  They actually dated for awhile.  Maybe he's mentioned her before?
CYNDI
No.  Never.
JOHN
Well my guess is someone told him Brandi was working at the club and he decided to stop in for a drink.  
That same night Brandi and I had just had an intense fight.  It was about her working at the club.
I suppose she was feeling pretty spiteful and decided to let Bobby take her to a motel.  She's been seeing him ever since.
CYNDI
When?!  When he's not on the road, he's at home with me.
JOHN
Think about it.  Bobby passes through there a good four to five times a month.  That's not counting all the return trips.  Or any other time he says he's making a delivery when he's actually meeting her at a motel.  
CYNDI
These are some pretty big accusations, Mr. Cantrell.  Tell me why should I believe any of this?
JOHN
If you confront Bobby, he'll deny everything.  Tell you I'm crazy.  You're gonna need proof.  Only then can you contact an attorney and have legal grounds to file for divorce.  If you take the correct precautions, you could walk away with half his assets in the settlement.  And that's why I am here, Mrs. Merrick.  I'd like to take you on as a client.      
CYNDI
So that's the real reason you're here.  Money.
JOHN
Mrs. Merrick, not only is your husband being unfaithful, he's putting both of you at risk.
God help you if the FBI calls him as a witness.  You'd both have to go into hiding.
The wheels begin to turn in Cyndi's head.  A worried look on her face.
JOHN (CONT'D)
It would be irresponsible of you to not have someone look into this.  You can either let me handle it or you can hire someone else.    
CYNDI
How much would a case like this cost?
JOHN
The going rate for a case like this...?
John does the math in his head.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Around the ballpark of 5,000.
Cyndi is completely shocked.
CYNDI
Dollars?
JOHN
Tell you what.  I'll give you my card.  Let you think it over.  
John walks over to Cyndi, hands her a flashy business card. 
JOHN (CONT'D)
If you're interested, you can give me a call.
Cyndi stares down at the card, then back to John -- a shit-eating grin on his face.    
JOHN (CONT'D)
Have a good day, Mrs. Merrick.  
John lets himself out.  Cyndi simply stares down at the business card, in a state of total shock.
EXT.  BANK OF AMERICA - STRIP MALL - DAY
We follow Cyndi making her way down a sidewalk, headed for the entrance of the bank.  She walks quickly and with purpose. 
CYNDI (O.S.)
Mr. Cantrell?  
JOHN (O.S.)
Yes?
CYNDI (O.S.)
It's Cyndi Merrick.  I'd like to hire you to look into my husband's case.  Is there somewhere we can meet? 
Cyndi enters the bank.
INT.  DARK HALLWAY - OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
The large, wire cage of an old-style freight elevator opens.  Inside the elevator stands --
CYNDI
She steps off and begins down what seems like an endless corridor.  On both sides of the hallway are row after row of old, worn oak doors with white, opaque windows.  All of the windows are without print -- making each of the offices un-identifiable from one another.
Cyndi makes her way to the very last office on the left.  This window is marked JOHN CANTRELL PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS.  She enters.
INT.  CANTRELL'S OFFICE
John Cantrell sips on a coffee and rests on the edge of his desk as Cyndi discusses her husband's case with him.  
John fans out a wad of cash from a white envelope, fans it out.
CYNDI
That's 2,500.    
      (MORE)
John turns his attention from the money to Cyndi.
CYNDI (CONT'D)
Half now, half when I get proof.  If you're getting inside information from the police, like you say you are, I want to see copies of those reports as well.  Pictures, dates, files.  Everything.  Before I contact an attorney I need to be certain of what he's doing.
John simply nods in agreement as he takes another sip of his coffee.
INT./EXT.  CANTRELL'S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM 
Cyndi marches out of Cantrell's office and past his secretary's desk.  She gives the secretary a quick smile on her way out the door.  As she passes, we notice it is --
BRANDI LOPEZ
Bobby's mistress.  She politely returns Cyndi's smile, but appears very nervous and awkward.
BRANDI
Have a good day.
Cyndi shuts the door behind her.
Brandi simply sits in a state of complete bewilderment.
INT.  FRATERNITY HOUSE - NIGHT
A rowdy crew of drunken college FRAT BOYS gather around one of their own as he enjoys a lap dance from an EXOTIC DANCER.  He sits blindfolded and tied to a chair.
LOUD MUSIC and half-naked WOMEN dressed in fancy leather and provocative lingerie fill the room.  It's the party of a lifetime as some of the young men cheer on their brother, while the rest sit in various corners of the room with their own private dancer, rested in their laps.  Kissing, teasing them.
A couple of the frat boys high five each other as their brother throws back a shot glass rested in his stripper's breasts.
Watching carefully from another room is
JOHN CANTRELL
He sips away on a fruity drink and rolls his eyes at the over-sexed group of adolescents.
One of the frat brothers escorts his girl up a set of stairs-- taking their party to the next level.  As they make their way up the steps --
BRANDI
Makes her way down.  She spots JOHN standing in the archway.  She isn't pleased, approaches him.
BRANDI
What're you doing here?
JOHN
Good to see you too.
BRANDI
Better question.  How did you get in?
JOHN
Simple.  I just pulled out my gun and started waving it around.  You should've seen it.  The whole place parted like the red sea.
BRANDI
That's great, Johnnie.  Real subtle.
JOHN
This is a great party.  Reminds me of the old days at Cal State.  Minus the hookers, that is.
BRANDI
I don't remember anyone sending you an invitation.
JOHN
Boden did.  He wanted someone to make sure these party animals behave themselves.  He wants his girls safe.
BRANDI
And what's the real reason? 
John doesn't respond at first.  He simply smiles back at her.
JOHN
I was hoping me and you could go somewhere and talk some business.
BRANDI
Business?  Is that why you're talking to Cyndi Merrick?  Whatever business you wanna discuss, I'm not interested.
Brandi begins off.  John grabs a hold of her arm, pulling her back. 
JOHN
Since when are you not interested in making money?
BRANDI
Take your hand off me.
JOHN
You've been a bad girl, Brandi.  Taking your own clients on the side.  Boden's not gonna be too happy with you when he finds out.
BRANDI
You tell Boden what you want.  I don't charge Bobby.  It's not like that.
JOHN
Yeah, I bet.
BRANDI
Alright.  He gives me some money on the side, but that's it.
JOHN
Yeah.  I'm sure he treats you like a real princess.  A thirty-dollar room at the Highway Inn Motor Lodge, followed by a nice chilled bottle of white zinfendel while the two of you fend off the cockroaches.  Then a 'wham bam, thank you mam' and he's back on the road the next morning.  What more could a girl ask for? 
BRANDI
You don't know anything about him.  So why don't you stay out of it.
JOHN
I know he's not leaving his wife.  You want the short version? 
BRANDI
What the hell're you talking about?
JOHN
The cat's out of the bag.  The wife knows about you two.  Once she confronts him about it, old Bobby Boy's gonna see the error of his ways and that's the end of you.  The truth is you're just a fuck-dummie he uses to pass the time.
BRANDI
Why're you doing this?  Why did you tell her about us?
JOHN
I know a good opportunity when I see one.  I did some snooping around on your boyfriend and Merrick Trucking Services.  It seems he's run into a nice chunk of change since his old man kicked off.  Maybe you heard?  
BRANDI
So what?
JOHN
So I'm gonna make Bobby an offer he can't refuse.
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - BEDROOM
A shirtless Bobby sits up in bed, staring blankly at the television.  A tired gaze in his eye.  Into the room walks --
CYNDI
Dressed only in a bathrobe and carrying a vodka and water on the rocks.  She has a seat next to Bobby, purposely keeping some distance between them.
Cyndi stares over at Bobby with concern.  She wants to say something, but the words just aren't there.  She finally breaks the awkward silence.
CYNDI
We can try again later.  I'm sure you're just tired.  God knows you've been stressed. 
Bobby shuts his eyes, unwilling to discuss the problem further.
BOBBY
I just need some sleep.  Let's just do this tomorrow, okay?
CYNDI
I meant what I said, though.  I want us to try to have a baby.  I think we need to.  
Cyndi takes a generous swallow of the vodka.  Bobby takes a peek, notices, then shuts his eyes.  
BOBBY
You think you're ready?
CYNDI
Of course.  What do you mean?
Beat.
BOBBY
Nothing.  Just forget it.
CYNDI
No.  What're you trying to say?  I'm not ready?  What?
Bobby finally opens his eyes, acknowledging Cyndi. 
BOBBY
I was just thinking.  Guzzling all that booze down can't be too good for a baby.  That's all.
Cyndi is completely appalled by her husband.  She slams the glass down on a night stand and turns away from Bobby.
Bobby simply shuts his eyes, oblivious to her.
BOBBY (CONT'D)
You're drinking too much lately.  I think one alcoholic in this house is more than enough, don't you?
Cyndi stares at her husband with disgust.  She angrily storms out of the room.
Bobby simply lays still and unaffected.  His eyes still shut.
INT.  DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Cyndi sits at the dinner table, crying.  A box of tissues in front of her.  Into the kitchen walks --
BOBBY
He makes his way over to the center-piece counter and slowly rubs his hands across the cool, smooth surface.
BOBBY
I don't know what to do anymore.  Every time I look at you...I don't just see you.  I see you and him.  Right here.  It's like I can't even be comfortable in my own house.
Cyndi turns away from Bobby, ashamed.
BOBBY (CONT'D)
I used to hate that first day back on the road.  Away from you.  Away from home.  
Now it's like I can't wait to leave.  I tried to deal with it, but I don't know how.   
CYNDI
If you want out of the marriage, you need to let me know.  But you can't just pick up and leave every other day cos you don't wanna face your problems.  It's gonna take awhile, but we can't fix it if you're only here two days out of the week. 
BOBBY
What do you want me to do?
CYNDI
I don't want you on the road anymore.  You have to promise me you'll stay.  I want us to make a baby.  I want us to be a family.  I think it's time we started thinking about something other than ourselves.   
BOBBY
I've got one more delivery to Phoenix on Thursday.  I'll be home for at least a few weeks.  After that, if you decide you really want this baby...then we should try.    
CYNDI
You mean it?
BOBBY
I promise.
   
CUT TO:
EXT.  MOTEL - DAY
SUPERIMPOSE:
THURSDAY
BACK TO SCENE
Bobby struts across the parking lot headed toward room 107.  He cautiously stares in all directions, checking to see if he's being watched.
JOHN CANTRELL
Sits in a parked car, taking a few snap shots of Bobby with his camera.  He empties a whole roll of film as -- 
BOBBY 
knocks on room 107.  He awaits an answer.
BRANDI
Opens the door and lets him in.
JOHN
Grins from ear to ear.  He's got Bobby by the short hairs.
EXT./INT.  MOTEL ROOM
Bobby enters and is immediately greeted by Brandi.  She is wearing a satin night gown and holding two glasses of champagne.  She hands one to Bobby.
BOBBY
We should talk.
BRANDI
Later.
Brandi grabs him by the shirt, pulls him closer.  They begin kissing passionately as Brandi moves them closer to the bed.  Onto the bed they fall as Bobby passes the point of no return.  Before we witness their love-making -- 
WE SLOWLY PULL AWAY from them, moving across the room and to a small ROUND TABLE sitting in the far corner.  On top of the table sits BRANDI'S COAT.  It is almost completely covering a SMALL MINI DV VIDEO RECORDER.  A TINY RED LIGHT is visible.  They are being recorded.   
SOME TIME LATER
Bobby is sleeping like a rock.  Brandi has already left.  He reaches his hand over to touch her, feels nothing.  He quickly sits up and notices that hovering over the bed are -- 
TWO MASKED MEN
Black ski masks hide their true identities.  We know one of them to be JOHN CANTRELL.  The other is his business associate and Cheetah's club owner PERRY BODEN.  A much larger, more physically intimidating than Cantrell.
JOHN
Waki waki, Bobby.  Nap time's over.
BOBBY
What is this?
Boden decks Bobby right in the face.  WAP!  Bobby spits up blood onto the sheets and grabs his nose in pain. 
BODEN
We're your nine o'clock wake up call, bitch.  Get up!
John turns to Boden, shaking his head in disgust. 
JOHN
(to Boden)
Now look what you did. 
John pulls a few tissues from a box resting on a night stand, hands them to Bobby.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Clean yourself up and get dressed.
LATER
Bobby is completely dressed and sitting at the corner table.  His face bruised and his nose bleeding.  John sits directly across from him while --
BODEN
Hovers intimidatingly over Bobby's right shoulder.  He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a ONE HOUR PHOTO envelope.  He tosses the packet down on the table.
JOHN
Take a look.  They're real interesting.
Bobby opens the envelope of developed pictures and pulls a few out.
INSERT - PHOTOGRAPHS
The photos are of Brandi getting out of her car, walking toward room 107, walking into room 107.  
JOHN
That would be Brandi around three hours ago.  She may be a bit unrecognizable with clothes on, but believe you me...that is her.  Nice, huh?    
John tosses down a second packet of photos onto the table.  
JOHN  (CONT'D)
Now take a look at these.  This is the good part.  You'll never guess who just happened to swing by the room to see her.
Bobby opens the second set of photos.
BODEN
Who could it be?
Bobby begins thumbing through the pictures.
INSERT - PHOTOGRAPHS 
Bobby sifting through several pictures of himself getting out of his truck, walking toward room 107, walking into room 107.
BACK TO SCENE
JOHN
In case you haven't figured it out yet, that's you.
Bobby shoots John an ugly stare, not amused. 
JOHN (CONT'D)
And now.  The moment we've all been waiting for.  Behind door number three...
John pulls out a small mini DV cassette from his coat pocket.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Tada!...
BODEN
Uh-oh.  Would you look at that.
JOHN
Just in case Cyndi isn't completely convinced with the snapshots, I've got the whole feature length, uncut, live action version right here.  Every juicy minute. 
Bobby's face turns to stone.  He is scared beyond belief.
BODEN
It's called You're Fucked: The Movie.
BOBBY
Catchy title.
JOHN 
I've gotta tell you, Bobby.  I was pretty impressed with the performances.  I was even thinking of adding my own little audio track.  Like a play by play commentary.  Kick things up a notch.  I might even find my own market on the internet.  At ten bucks a pop, I could make a killing.     
BOBBY
What do you want?
John stares up at his partner in disbelief.  Boden returns his stare.
John turns his attention back to Bobby, chuckles in disbelief. 
JOHN
Well, money of course.  What else?
BOBBY
Well you two ass holes picked the wrong guy cos I don't have any money.
Boden hauls off and whacks Bobby a good one across the head.  WHAP!
Bobby grabs his aching head in pain.
JOHN
You're not gonna make things easier on yourself by lying to us.  We all know how much you're worth.
Bobby rubs the sore spot, staring over at his captor with intense hatred.
BOBBY
Who the fuck are you?
John LAUGHS with great amusement at his hostage.
JOHN
You mean like a name and address?
Boden lets out a slight SMIRK, also amused.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Come on , Bobby.  Why don't you stop with the dumb questions and we can get back to what's important. It doesn't matter who we are.  What matters is that you keep this tape from your wife.
Bobby stares at the video cassette with concern.  The wheels turning in his head.
JOHN (CONT'D)
If you don't, she walks off with half your shit, including that trucking company of yours, and you're left with your dick in your hand.  So listen carefully about how it's gonna be.  What we want is a hundred.
BOBBY
Fuck you.
Boden reaches back -- ready to haul off and smack Bobby another good one.  
John holds out his hand, motioning for him to stop.  
Boden restrains himself, GRUNTING out loud at Bobby.  This one's got a bad temper.  He's definitely not the brains of the operation. 
JOHN
We don't want the whole thing up front.  We're not trying to break you financially, Bobby.  And we definitely don't want the Mrs. asking where all the money's going.  God knows, women are all about the fuckin' money.  Am I right?  I mean, we can all agree on that.  
Bobby half-heartedly smiles in amusement, shaking his head in disgust.
John stares up at Boden.  LAUGHS out loud, in complete hysterics. 
Boden simply returns with a smile.
John slowly composes himself.  In the blink of an eye, he loses his mischievous smile and turns completely serious.
JOHN (CONT'D)
But in all seriousness.  You're gonna be meeting with Brandi as usual.  You'll be paying her in increments of ten thousand.  That's ten thousand every month until the full amount is paid.
BOBBY
It won't work.  She'll find out.
JOHN
No she won't.  Tell her it's going to company expenditures.  Inventory, payroll.  Shit like that.  Tell her you lost some drivers and hired on more help.  I don't really give a shit.  But you're gonna do it.   
BOBBY
What about the tape?
JOHN
I'm getting there.  Once the full hundred is paid, you get the tape for your own personal collection.  You can trash it, burn it, whack off to it to your heart's content.  Whatever.
Bobby shuts his eyes in complete horror.  He rests his elbow to the table, still rubbing his sore head. 
JOHN (CONT'D)
I think our deal is pretty fair, Bobby.  You should consider taking it.
Beat.
Bobby simply sits in silence.  Taking a few moments to think over the proposal.  He finally opens his eyes, staring back at John. 
BOBBY
Fine.
JOHN
Good.  It's settled.  We'll be in touch in a few days to discuss the finer details.  Until then, take care of yourself, Bobby.  We'll see you soon.
Boden begins out of the room.  John following behind.  
JOHn (CONT'D)
Put some ice on your head.  That looks like it stings like a sonafabitch.
The two men continue out -- leaving Bobby sit at the table.  He quickly pulls back the drapes and peeks outside.
BOBBY'S P.O.V.
Just outside room 107 are JOHN AND BODEN crawling into a car.  On the rear bumper is a sticker that reads JOHN CANTRELL PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS (818)-364-0239.  The car quickly pulls away from the spot and out of the lot.
BACK TO SCENE
Bobby backs away from the window and stares blankly into nowhere.  He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a CELL PHONE.  Opens it.
INSERT - CELL PHONE
Bobby adds a new number to his list of contacts: 818-364-0239
BACK TO SCENE
Bobby grins from ear to ear.
BOBBY
Yeah.  We'll be seeing you, John.
CUT TO:
EXT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - DAY
Cyndi walks briskly to her car and gets in.  She pulls out of the driveway and darts off down the street.  
ON FRONT WINDOW
Watching her carefully from the window is BOBBY -- who waits until she is completely out of sight.  He backs away from the window in a hurry. 
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - KITCHEN
Bobby rummages through a PANTRY and grabs a PHONE BOOK from the shelf.

INT.  KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Bobby flops the book down on a counter and begins flipping through it.
INSERT - PHONE BOOK
Bobby stops on a page marked PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS.
BACK TO SCENE
Bobby opens up a kitchen drawer and grabs a PEN and a LEGAL PAD.  He sets the pad down on the counter, begins jotting down a few names:  private investigators and detectives in the valley area.
EXT.  OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
Bobby's car pulls against a curb in front of the building. 
INT.  BOBBY'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Bobby stares up at the building, then down at a legal pad rested in the passenger seat.  He picks up the pad and takes a look.
BOBBY'S P.O.V.
A few names of private investigators and detective agencies have been scribbled down on the paper.  The first four names on the list have been crossed out.  The fifth name reads TOWNE & MORRIS DETECTIVE AGENCY.
BACK TO SCENE
Bobby tosses the legal pad down and lets out a SIGH of frustration.
INT.  TOWNE & MORRIS DETECTIVE AGENCY   
Bobby sits before private investigator LOWELL TOWNE (50s) graying hair, fit and trim, professional.
Sitting uncomfortably close to Bobby is Towne's partner JACK MORRIS (50s) wild, unkempt hair, overweight, slovenly.  His chair sits next to Bobby's, turned slightly as to face Bobby head on.
Bobby definitely feels an awkwardness as Morris chomps away at a jumbo hot dog with all the fixings.
BOBBY
Thanks for seeing me.  I didn't really have time to make an appointment.
TOWNE
No problem.  Our schedule's been pretty flexible lately.
Towne stares over at his fat, gluttonous partner chomping the hot dog.  Chili dripping all over his shirt and on the floor.
TOWNE (CONT'D)
I can't imagine why.
Bobby peeks at Morris from the corner of his eye, uncomfortable. 
Towne turns his attention back to Bobby, smiling.
TOWNE (CONT'D)
So.  You wanna tell us about your problem, Mr. Merrick? 
BOBBY
I was wondering if you gentlemen had any information on a man named John Cantrell.
Morris instantly stops chewing, stares over at his associate with a mouth full of chili dog.  Towne suspiciously returns his stare.
TOWNE
That's Cantrell, you said?
BOBBY
That's right.
Feeling Morris's eyes on him, Bobby slowly turns his head.  Stares back at the detective.    
Morris quickly turns away as he continues chewing his hot dog.
BOBBY
He's in your line of work.
TOWNE
Why do you ask? 
BOBBY
It's a personal matter.  I'd rather not get into that.
TOWNE
I see.  
Towne shoots Morris another suspicious stare.
Morris stares back.  They're keeping something from Bobby.
TOWNE  (CONT'D)
Well.  I must say this is the first I've heard of anyone hiring a private detective to investigate another P.I.  Not only is it irregular, it's unethical.  Maybe if you told me a bit more of what this is about?  
BOBBY
You don't understand.  I'm not interested in having him investigated.  I just need information.  Anything you have on Cantrell.  Time isn't exactly on my side.  So...if you could just tell me what you have, I'll be on my way.  
Towne simply sits in silence.  Stares back and forth from Bobby to his partner.  Thinking it all over.
TOWNE
I'm sorry, Mr. Merrick.  I've personally never heard of him.
Bobby slowly grins at the detective.  It's all starting to sink in.
BOBBY
Uh-huh.
He turns back to Morris, who is polishing off the rest of his hot dog.
BOBBY
(to Morris)
And how about you?
MORRIS
That's Cantrell with a C?
BOBBY
That's right.
MORRIS
Nope.  Don't know him.
Morris tosses the last bite of hot dog into his mouth, wipes his hands.
Bobby smiles at the two men, shakes his head in amusement.
BOBBY
Okay then.  I'm sorry I wasted your time.  Good day to you gentlemen.
Bobby stands, ready to leave.  He begins toward the door until --    
TOWNE
throws up his hands, stopping him on the way out.
TOWNE
Wait!  Wait a minute.  
Bobby turns back around, facing the men.
TOWNE (CONT'D)
Before you go knocking down doors all over town.  Why don't you let us make a few phone calls.  See what we can come up with.  It may be worth your while.
Bobby stares back at the two men.  A look of uncertainty on his face.
CUT TO:
EXT.  PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - DUSK
Bobby's car barrels down the scenic highway as the BRIGHT ORANGE SUN sets on the ocean below.
EXT.  BEACH - PARK BENCH - NIGHT
Bobby and an INFORMANT (40s) sit side by side on a stone bench, facing the ocean.  The man is graying, unshaven and appears very tired.  There's a certain laziness to his eyes.  He is old before his time.
BOBBY
Morris says you used to be on the force.  Before you were wounded.
INFORMANT
Yeah, well...Morris talks too much.  I was told my name would stay out of this.
BOBBY
It has.  He just told me what happened.  How you were shot in the line of duty.  I'm sorry.
INFORMANT
No you're not.  You want information.  So why don't you just cut the shit.  You wanna know about Cantrell.
BOBBY
What do you know about him?
INFORMANT
He's a fuckin' piece of shit.
BOBBY
I know that part already.
INFORMANT
Lowell tells me you want information but haven't thrown any his way.  Any particular reason for that?
BOBBY
My business with Cantrell is personal.
The informant LAUGHS.  Years of constant cigarette smoke get caught in his lungs.  He begins to choke a bit, spits up some nice green fluid onto the cement below.
INFORMANT
Yeah.  It usually is with this guy.
BOBBY
Sounds like you know him real well.
INFORMANT
Never met him.  But I've heard the stories.
BOBBY
You wanna tell me one?
INFORMANT
A while back some woman hired Cantrell to track down her husband and his girlfriend.  Catch him with his pants down.  Some dirt bag named Perry Boden.  He owns a strip club called Cheetah's just outside of downtown.
BOBBY
Yeah, I know the place.
INFORMANT
This Boden tells him if he keeps his mouth shut and destroys the evidence, he'll make Cantrell his business partner.  50/50.  Right down the middle.  You ever hear that old saying 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?
BOBBY
Yeah.
INFORMANT
Well Boden's worried his old lady might tell the cops he's turning out girls at the club for two hundred bucks a pop to a bunch of horny truckers.
BOBBY
Where did you get this information?
INFORMANT
A couple years back L.A.P.D. got wind of what was going on a Cheetah's and put it under surveillance.  Some cop busted one of Boden's girls turning tricks in the parking lot.  A couple weeks later, one of their undercover officers gets himself caught on tape with one of the girls.  Recorded the whole thing from behind one of those two-way mirrors.  At first we thought it was a set-up.  Then came to find out these bastards have been blackmailing their customers for years.  
BOBBY
Catching unfaithful husbands with their dick in some stripper.  Give us some good faith money and we won't tell your wife.
INFORMANT
Exactly.
BOBBY
How can these guys still be operating?
INFORMANT
Are you kidding?  Since one of their own got his hand caught in the cookie jar, vice hasn't touched this place.  Nobody has.  God knows who else they have on tape.  They could have half the fuckin' department as far as I know.  But if anyone asks, you didn't hear it from me.
BOBBY
Cantrell's office isn't in the book.  I need to know where I can find him.
INFORMANT
I'll have to make a few more calls.
Bobby pulls out his wallet and snags a crisp hundred dollar bill.  Hands it to the informant. 
BOBBY
This is all I have.
The informant snatches the bill out of Bobby's hand.  Smiles back at him.
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK - NIGHT
Cyndi lays above the covers, asleep.  Curled up in a ball.  WE SLOWLY PULL BACK AND AWAY to the bedroom door.
BOBBY
Simply stands, watching.  He stares down at his wife as a slight grin slowly appears on his face.  
He quietly begins over to the bed.  Crawls in next to CYNDI, trying his best not to wake her.  He ever so carefully puts his arm around her and shuts his eyes.  Then...suddenly... 
CYNDI
Awakens.  She reaches up and grabs her husband's hand.  Then...falling back into a peaceful sleep.
EXT.  OFFICE BUILDING - CANTRELL'S OFFICE - DAY
Bobby's car slowly approaches an old, brick, thirty story high rise.
INT.  BOBBy's CAR - CONTINUOUS
Bobby peeks out the window  and up at the tall building.  He then makes a sharp left turn into a small parking lot and parks. 
BOBBY
Opens up his cell phone and locates the name CANTRELL INVESTIGATIONS in his search menu.  He hits SEND and rests the phone to his ear.  As he awaits a response from the other line, he peeks out the window and stares in the direction of the tall office building across the street.
HIS P.O.V.
Bobby staring at a fifth story window.  The office of JOHN CANTRELL PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT.  CANTRELL INVESTIGATIONS - OFFICE
Brandi answers the RINGING PHONE.
BRANDI
Cantrell Investigations?
INT.  BOBBY'S CAR  
INTERCUT AS NEEDED
Bobby on the other line.
BOBBY
I'm outside.  Meet me downstairs. 
INT.  CANTRELL INVESTIGATIONS - OFFICE
BRANDI
I don't understand.
INT.  BOBBY'S CAR
BOBBY
Don't bullshit me.  You know who this is.  Meet me in the lot across the street.  Five minutes.
Bobby hangs up.
INT.  CANTRELL INVESTIGATIONS
Brandi also hangs up.  She stares past a door and into John's office.  Standing inside is --
JOHN AND BODEN
John is stuffing a brown grocery bag full of various video cassettes while Boden pulls out a large sum of money from a white envelope.
JOHN
Alright, you.  Stop jerkin' off and give me my share before I tell your wife what you're doing.
BODEN
That's real funny.
John tosses a cigarette in his mouth, giggles hysterically as the butt hangs from his lip.
EXT.  OFFICE BUILDING - CANTRELL'S OFFICE
Brandi exits the building, checks for oncoming traffic and crosses -- heading for the parking lot across the street. 
INT.  BOBBY'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Brandi crawls in the passenger side, shuts the door.
BRANDI
What're you doing here?  Boden's upstairs.  If he catches you here, he'll kill you.  You need to leave.
BOBBY
Surprised to see me?
BRANDI
How did you find me?
BOBBY
Shut up and listen.  Listen real carefully while I tell you where we're at.  I can have the cops here in five minutes and they can haul all three of your asses in.  If that's what you want, I can do that. 
BRANDI
What do you want?
BOBBY
You know what I want.  I want those photos that Cantrell took and I want that tape.
BRANDI
It's not here.  Cantrell's got it hidden somewhere.
BOBBY
Bullshit.  Cantrell's got a wife and two kids in Sherman Oaks.  He doesn't bring his dirty laundry home.  He keeps it here.  At the office.  It's all here, so cut the shit.
BRANDI
Who've you been talking to?
BOBBY
Don't worry about it.
BRANDI
Look, Bobby!  You don't know what kind of people you're dealing with!  They're dangerous!  Believe me!
BOBBY
I'M DANGEROUS!  
BRANDI
THEY'VE KILLED PEOPLE AND GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT!!!  If you don't back off, they'll do the same to you and me!  You got the picture now?!
Bobby simply sits in shock, staring back at Brandi.
BOBBY
They've killed people?  Killed who?
BRANDI
You want details?  Two years ago.  Rivero Sanchez.  He was a cop.  Narcotics.  He found out Boden was peddling more than girls and he smoked him.  Cantrell helped him get rid of the body.  
BOBBY
How do you know this?
BRANDI
Because I was with Cantrell when he asked him.  If they kill a cop, they won't think twice about killing us.  You got it?  Just do yourself a favor and do what they tell you.
BOBBY
Yeah.  I bet you're real scared.  And I don't suppose you get a small cut of the money from these set-ups?  
Brandi grows frustrated and turns away from him.
BOBBY
How many times, Brandi?  How many lives have you ruined?
BRANDI
He didn't give me a choice.
BOBBY
You could've called it off!  Told me to keep my distance!  All it took was one phone call!  Instead you went after the money!  As far as I know you were playing me this whole time!
BRANDI
It's not that simple, Bobby! 
BOBBY
It's not that simple?!  I'm gonna tell you what is simple!  You're gonna get that tape or I'm on the phone with the cops!  You're going to jail!  You understand?!  Is that simple enough for you?! 
Brandi SIGHS in frustration.  
BRANDI
When?
BOBBY
What do you mean when?  Next week.  Tonight!  Can you get it?
BRANDI
He's got them all separated by date.  There's a VCR and DVD in the office.  There might be copies.  He may have made a transfer to disc.  I don't know.  It might take me some time.
BOBBY
You have until midnight.  Meet me right back here.  Not one second later.  Now get out.
Brandi quickly opens the door and storms off. 

INT.  CHEETAH'S GENTLEMEN'S CLUB - NIGHT
AN EXOTIC DANCER struts seductively on stage.  WE PULL BACK AND AWAY from her and into a --  
DARK HALLWAY
Located in the back of the club.  In the near distance, we still see the dancer on stage.  Suddenly...walking into frame and further down the hallway is --
BOBBY
With a focused and purposeful look in his eye.  He approaches a LARGE BOUNCER (20s), black, well-built, physically fit.  This is ALBY NEWKIRK, Boden's personal assistant.  He stands guard by Boden's office.  
ALBY
Who the fuck are you?
BOBBY
Tell Boden I wanna see him.
ALBY
Who's asking?
BOBBY
Somebody who wants to talk business.
ALBY
Turn around.
BOBBY
I'm not a cop.
ALBY
Mother fucker, did I ask you for your life history?  I said turn the fuck around.
Bobby slowly raises his hands in the air and turns around.  Alby pushes him against the wall, frisks him.
ALBY 
Wait here.
Alby steps inside the private room, shuts the door.  
Bobby patiently waits outside.  A few moments pass...
ALBY
Opens the door and gives Bobby the nod.
Bobby steps inside.
EXT./INT. BODEN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Bobby walks into the room -- staying close to the door and keeping a safe distance from --
BODEN
Who sits behind a desk, chomping down on a double decker sandwich.  He's a large, bear of a man.  Completely bald with a gotee and thick mustache.  Very sinsiter and purposeful looking.  On his desk sits a large flat screen computer monitor and a mess of half-eaten potato chip and dorito bags.
BODEN
Who the fuck are you and what do you want?
Boden takes a huge chomp off a pickle spear.
BOBBY
Is that how you treat your best client?
Boden drops the pickle on his plate and eases back in his reclining leather chair.
BODEN
I don't think we've met, friend.
BOBBY
You know who I am.  What's more important now...I know who you are.  You've got yourself a nice little operation here, Boden.  Catching truck drivers on tape with their pants down.  Then taking them for everything they've got.  Your mother must be real proud.
Boden simply stares back at Bobby -- scanning him up and down.  Attempting to read the young man.
BODEN
(to Alby)
You frisk this prick?
ALBY
He's clean.
Boden turns his attention from Alby back to his guest.   
BODEN
I'm sorry that you're upset, sir, but I think you got me mixed up with somebody else.  I'm a legitimate business man.
BOBBY
Rivero Sanchez.
BODEN
Who?
BOBBY
The undercover narcotics cop whose throat you slit.  You remember.  He tried busting one of your men selling dime bags in the men's john.  A little birdy told me all about it.
Boden's blood begins to boil.  His eyes twitching just a bit.  
BOBBY (CONT'D)
Not just how you did him...but where you hid the body.  The whole story started me thinking.  I could go to a few people and tell them all about it.  You know.  Just in case something bad were to happen to me or my wife...or Brandi.  They could go straight to the cops and tell them. 
Boden shoots Bobby a threatening stare.  His look grows angrier and angrier by the second.  
BOBBY (CONT'D)
I wonder how long it would take them to tear this place inside out.  Or to haul in all of your employees and start questioning them.  Who knows?  Maybe they won't find a witness who saw what you did to Sanchez. 
Boden slowly begins to restrain himself.  He loses his angry scowl, smiling back at Bobby.
BODEN
Sounds like you got an airtight case for yourself.  So you're looking to what? -- Re-negotiate?  Something like that?
BOBBY
I've got the tape.  As well as any copies that were made and left in Cantrell's office.  I haven't touched the others.  That's your business.  I don't care.  But just in case there are any more copies laying around and they end up on my doorstep...you can expect a little visit from the police.  So if you're smarter than you look, I'd get rid of the evidence as quick as possible.  I can go back to my hum-drum life.  And you can go back to being a piece of shit.
BODEN
Interesting proposal.  If you don't mind, I'd like to talk it over with my associates.  Can I get back to you?
BOBBY
You do that.
Bobby smiles at Boden, turns and leaves. 
Boden quickly loses his phony grin as his face turns to complete stone.  He is overcome with rage.
Alby shuts the door behind Bobby.
BODEN
(to Alby)
You stay on him.  I don't care where he goes, you go with him.  You don't go home until I say you can.  
Alby steps out, following behind Bobby.
BODEN (CONT'D)
You wanna tell me what he's doing here and how the fuck he knows about Sanchez?
Sitting in a dark corner, sipping on a vodka rocks is none other than --
JOHN CANTRELL
He leans over, moving his face into the light.
JOHN
I have a pretty good idea who told him.
BODEN
Where is she?
Boden quickly stands up and anxiously begins pacing back and forth on the carpet.
JOHN
I don't know.  But I bet Merrick's on his way to see her right now.  Alby's on the job.  When he calls, we'll go get her.  Sit down and relax.
Boden walks over to John, getting in his face.
BODEN
What're you kidding me?!  This cocksucker walks in here and hands us our balls on a silver platter and you're telling me to relax?! 
JOHN
He's bluffing.  He's not gonna tell his friends he's cheating on his wife.  These friends have wives.  Girlfriends.  Wives and girlfriends talk.
BODEN
Oh, yeah?  And what if his friends are single?!  You think of that?!  As far as we know, he's already been to the cops!
JOHN
Okay, fine.  So what do you wanna do?
Boden continues pacing on the carpet, going over some ideas in his head.  He stops, faces John.
BODEN
We still have pictures of Merrick, right?
JOHN
We have pictures.
BODEN
And you've been to this prick's house before?
JOHN
Yeah?  Why?
BODEN
Merrick says he's got the tape.  I wanna see what else he's got.
EXT./INT. PHONE BOOTHE - NIGHT
John hurries into the boothe and picks up the phone.  Dials a number and rests the phone to his ear.  As he awaits an answer, he pulls out a roll of developed pictures from his coat and flips through them.
INSERT - PICTURES 
Various shots of Bobby and Brandi walking into room 107 at the motel.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK
Cyndi is in bed, reading a book.  A portable PHONE RINGS on the night stand beside her.  She answers. 
CYNDI
Hello?
INT.  PHONE BOOTHE
INTERCUT AS NEEDED
John standing at the phone.
JOHN
Mrs. Merrick?  John Cantrell calling.  Is it a good time to talk?
INT.  HOME OF BOBBY AND CYNDI MERRICK
Cyndi removes her reading glasses and sits up.
CYNDI
What is it?  Is Bobby okay?
INT.  PHONE BOOTHE
JOHN
He's fine.  I'm sorry I took so long to get back to you.  I got behind on some other cases.  I was wondering if we could meet somewhere tonight.  There's a few things we need to discuss about your husband.
CUT TO:
EXT.  HOLIDAY INN - SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT
An establishing shot of the tall, cylindrical hotel on the corner of Sunset and the 405 in Brentwood.
INT.  HOTEL - BALCONY - NIGHT
Bobby and Brandi stand hovered over a thin railing, overlooking the busy 405 Interstate.  The LIGHTS of the oncoming traffic illuminate the night sky. 
BRANDI
How long do I have to stay here like this?
BOBBY
A couple of days.  I'm gonna need some time to set you up with a new place.  Someplace away from here.  Someplace where they won't find you.
BRANDI
He's a detective, Bobby.  Of course he's gonna find me.  But I forgot.  You don't care anymore cos you got what you wanted.  You dropped Sanchez's name the first chance you got, knowing they'd come straight after me.  So spare me this help a girl in need bullshit.  You're just trying to cover your ass.
BOBBY
I won't let them hurt you.
BRANDI
And who's gonna stop them from hurting you?  
Bobby ponders Brandi's statement as he stares blankly at the traffic below.  
BRANDI
You didn't really think this through too good, did you?
BOBBY
Not too long ago I caught my wife having an affair with one of my co-workers.  Someone I trusted.
Brandi squints in confusion.
BOBBY (CONT'D)
Last night I was all set on showing her the tape and contacting the police.  Maybe then we could call things even and go back to our lives.  For me...this isn't about the tape anymore.  It's about you going down as an accessory in a murder cover-up.  
Brandi smiles, staring up at Bobby with appreciation.  
BOBBY (CONT'D)
I don't want that to happen.  I understand now that you were scared.  Just like you were scared when you set me up.  All that shit I said before about you being in this for the money? -- I was wrong.  I'm sorry. 
BRANDI
You're just saying that to make me feel better.
BOBBY
I have to get home.  I'll be back first thing in the morning.  Keep the door locked.
Bobby begins for the door.
BRANDI
Hey, Bobby...?
Bobby stops, faces her.
BRANDI (CONT'D)
Do you think if I went to the police about Sanchez...they might cut me a deal?
Bobby slowly makes his way back to Brandi, still standing on the balcony.  He stares out the balcony and into the distance, thinking it all over in his head.
BOBBY
That's probably our best option.
BRANDI
If I went to the cops...would you go with me?
BOBBY
I'll have to.  They need a cooberating witness.  Is that what you want to do? 
Brandi looks away...thinking it all over.  Then back to Bobby.  
BRANDI
I don't wanna run anymore.
She begins crying.  Her past catching up with her all at once.
Bobby simply returns with a proud smile.
BOBBY
Okay.  First thing in the morning, we'll go downtown and speak with a detective.  We'll see what he has to say.
BRANDI
Okay.
BOBBY
Until then, keep the door locked. 
Bobby turns to leave.  
Brandi wipes her tears and cracks a slight smile as if a huge  weight has been lifted.

EXT.  HOLIDAY INN - NIGHT
Bobby carefully walks out of the hotel lobby and back to his car, looking in all directions.  The night air is suspiciously quiet.  Far too quiet.  Then --
TWO MASKED MEN
Jump from behind a car and grab him.  One of the men grabs him from behind and places a WHITE RAG over his mouth, knocking him unconscious.   
One of the men grabs the CAR KEYS from Bobby's hand and unlocks a nearby trunk -- BOBBY'S CAR.    
The other masked man pulls a .9MM AUTOMATIC from the back of Bobby's pants.
BODEN
You're just making this too easy for us, Bobby.
BODEN AND ALBY pick Bobby up and place him in the trunk, shutting it.  They continue into the car and speed off -- out of the lot and back onto the street.
EXT.  COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
John Cantrell awaits at a table outside a coffee shop, sipping on a cappacino.  Coming up the sidewalk toward him is 
CYNDI
She has a seat across from John.
CYNDI
Sorry I'm late.  I came as soon as you called.
JOHN
No, you're fine.  I'm just early, that's all.  A nasty habit of mine.
CYNDI
You have some new information about Bobby?
JOHN
I talked to my guy in the department about Bobby.  Apparently, all investigations...active or pending...concerning your husband have ceased. 
CYNDI
What does that mean?
JOHN
It means, for the last couple of weeks, Bobby's been dumping all their surveillance.  They simply don't have enough evidence against him to build a strong case.   
CYNDI
I don't understand.
JOHN
It's my sources opinion that someone tipped off Bobby that he was being watched.  I take it you and him had a talk since I saw you last?  
Cyndi senses something very unusual about John, staring back at him with great suspicion.   
CYNDI
No.  We hadn't.
John sits in silence, staring back at Cyndi and doing his best to act surprised.
JOHN
Oh.  Well.  Maybe my guy's intel was wrong.  Maybe for Bobby, this was just a one time thing.  My guess, he probably came to his senses and realized how much danger he was putting you both in.
CYNDI
Or maybe you're just full of shit.
JOHN
Pardon me?
CYNDI
The more I talk to you, the more I realize how much I don't know anything about you.  And I'm beginning to regret ever letting you talk me into this. 
John squints his eyes, acting very confused. 
CYNDI (CONT'D)
I don't know what you're trying to do to my husband or what this is about, but I want you to stay the hell away from both of us.
Cyndi jumps from her chair and storms off...
JOHN (O.S.)
He's still seeing her.
Cyndi stops in her tracks, turns and faces John.
CYNDI
Why should I believe you?
John pulls out an envelope of photographs from his coat.
JOHN
Because I have pictures.  Are you sure I can't just have a few more minutes of your time? 
CUT TO:
EXT.  MERRICK TRUCKING SERVICES - NIGHT
Bobby's rig sits parked among a full lot of other large SEMI TRUCKS.  We notice the BRIGHT HIGH BEAMS of an oncoming car reflecting off the truck's surface.  Pulling up to the scene is --  
BOBBY'S CAR
Out of the passenger side steps --
BODEN
Who quickly runs over to the parked semi.  He uses Bobby's keys to unlock the door and crawls inside the cab.  The loud ROAR OF THE DIESEL ENGINE fills the night sky.  The truck slowly backs away from its spot and out of the lot.  
BOBBY'S CAR 
Follows behind.
EXT.  COFFEE SHOP
John and Cyndi still sitting at the table.  Cyndi is busy flipping through the stack of incriminating photographs.
JOHN
That's the Highway Inn, just off of I-10 downtown.  That's usually where they hook up after she gets off work.  Which is around midnight on Tuesdays.  First, they meet at the club for a few drinks. 
CYNDI
The club?
JOHN
Cheetah's gentlemen's club, off Exit 49.  Brandi's working tonight.  Which means Bobby's there right now.
John checks his watch.
JOHN (CONT'D)
It's about ten thirty now.  If you're quick, you might be able to catch him.
Cyndi quickly storms off, taking the photos with her.
JOHN (CONT'D)
(to himself)
And she's off.
John turns in his chair, facing Cyndi.
JOHN (CONT'D)
(to Cyndi)
Nice doing business with you!
INT.  CYNDI'S CAR
Cyndi drives erratically through traffic, headed for Cheetah's club.  A look of pure determination on her face.  She reaches down and grabs a photo from her lap.  Takes a peek.
INT.  MOTEL ROOM - HIGHWAY INN - NIGHT
Bobby lays passed out on a bed.  He slowly begins to come around, bit by bit.  His eyes crack open slightly.  WE SLOWLY DOLLY LEFT over to the second bed.  Laying on the dishevelled, unmade bed, with her throat slit from ear to ear, is BRANDI.  She is dead. 
ON ALBY
Hovered over a nearby sink, heating up a spoon full of heroin.
INSERT - SPOON
The brown, sugary powder bubbles up with heat.
BACK TO SCENE
Alby sets the spoon down on the counter top and picks up a hypodermic needle resting nearby.  He injects the tip of the needle into the brown sauce, pulling back on the injector.  
BOBBY
Opens his eyes further and turns his attention to Alby.
BOBBY'S P.O.V.
Alby carefully walks the needle of heroin over to Bobby.
BACK TO SCENE
Alby reaches for Bobby's arm.
ON BOBBY'S FACE
While Alby injects the heroin into him.
ALBY
It's alright, man.  Just relax.
EXT.  CHEETAH'S GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Bobby's rig sits parked in the far end of the busy lot.  The LOUD DIESEL ENGINE ROARS.
INt. BOBBY'S SEMI TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
Boden sits behind the wheel, waiting.  He pulls a BLACK SKI MASK over his head.
INSERT - GUN
Boden's gloved hand drops the clip out of a .9MM AUTOMATIC checking the ammunition.  He places the clip back into the weapon and takes off the safety.
EXT.  CHEETAH'S GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
CYNDI'S CAR bolts into the lot, pulling up next to Bobby's rig.  Out of the car, leaving the engine running is --
CYNDI
She walks over to the truck, stepping up to the driver's side door.  She beats her fist on the door, awaiting an answer from Bobby.
CYNDI
BOBBY!
CYNDI'S P.O.V.
She notices a MASKED MAN crawling out of the passenger side.
BACK TO SCENE
Cyndi crawls down from the step and looks under the truck.  She notices a PAIR OF FEET making their way around the truck toward her.
CYNDI
Bobby?
The MASKED SHOOTER appears in front of  her, startling Cyndi.  Boden points his weapon at her, firing off a SHOT into her shoulder.  BAM!
CYNDI
Falls to the ground, SCREAMING out in pain.
BODEN
Hovers over her with the gun pointed at her face.  He squeezes the trigger.  Nothing.  The gun has jammed.  Boden attempts to pull back on the slide, but cannot.  He stares in all directions, checking for witnesses.  Out of desperation, he runs off, jumping in --
CYNDI'S CAR
And quickly pulling out of the lot and back onto the highway.
INT.  MOTEL ROOM
Bobby remains on the bed, his eyes still shut.  He squints a bit, feeling the affects of the heroin.
ALBY
Puts a generous swallow of scotch to Bobby's mouth.  He presses the glass to his lips.
ALBY
Come on, man.  It's time to drink up.
Bobby is completely out of it.  He simply obeys Alby's instructions and sucks down the rest of the scotch.
ALBY (CONT'D)
That's it.  Don't spill now.  Good man.
EXT.  MOTEL - HIGHWAY INN - NIGHT
CYNDI'S CAR darts into the parking lot at high speed, parking in front of a motel room.  Out steps --
BODEN
Who quickly knocks on the room's locked door.  After a few moments pass, the door opens.  He walks inside.
ON A SECOND CAR
Also pulling into the lot.  The car creeps up behind Cyndi's car and stops.
INT.  SECOND CAR - CONTINUOUS
The MAN behind the wheel reads the license tag.
MAN'S P.O.V.
Reading the tag.
BACK TO SCENE
The man opens a CELL PHONE and dials 911.
DISPATCHER
911 Emergency.  How may I direct your call? 
MAN
I'd like to report a shooting.
INT.  MOTEL ROOM 
Bobby removes his ski mask and places it in his back pocket.  Alby sits on the edge of the bed, next to Bobby.
BODEN
The fuckin' gun jammed.  Can you believe that shit?
(to Bobby)
You hear that, Bobby?  It's your lucky day.
ALBY
Is she still alive?
BODEN
I don't know.  I think so.
Bobby's eyes open as he slowly comes around.
BODEN (CONT'D)
Let's get this over with and get the hell out of here.  I figure we got a good twenty minutes before the cops are all over this place.
Alby walks over to a nearby dresser and grabs a couple of rain-repellent PONCHOS from the counter top.  Hands one to Boden.  The two men cover themselves with the plastic coats. 
BOBBY
What the hell're you doing?
BODEN
(to Alby)
Sleeping beauty is coming around.  I thought I told you to dope him up.  
ALBY
What can I say, man?  The guy can hold his liquor.
BODEN
Great.  We got ourselves a real bad ass.
BOBBY
What did you do to her?  Where's Brandi?
BODEN
It's not what I did, Bobby.  It's what you did.
(to Alby)
Show him.
Alby walks over to the bed, grabbing Bobby's head and pointing it in Brandi's direction.
ON BRANDI
As she lay dead on the sheets.  Her throat slit.
BODEN
It's amazing what a swiss army knife can do to a woman's throat.
Bobby boils into a furious rage, but is too doped up to do anything about it.  
Alby jerks Bobby's neck in Boden's direction -- forcing his complete attention.
BODEN
She couldn't live with the secret of what you did, Bobby.  She was gonna go to the cops and tell them everything.  You just couldn't let her do that.
BOBBY
What're you talking about?
BODEN
She was there when you shot your wife.
Bobby's eyes open further as he sits in a state of total shock.
BODEN (CONT'D)
She saw what you did.  You see, Bobby, when she hooked up with you, she didn't know what a fuckin' psychopath you were.  And when she threatened to tell the cops, you brought her back here to calm her down and lay low for awhile.  But then...in a fit of rage you cut her throat.
Bobby does his best to fight back the tears.  
BOBBY
You're fuckin' crazy.
BODEN
No.  Not me, Bobby.  You.  You killed both the women you love.  And now...with nothing left to live for and nowhere to run...you only have one way out.
Boden reaches into his belt and pulls out Bobby's .9MM AUTOMATIC. 
BODEN (CONT'D)
You recognize this?  It's your gun.  The one you shot the wife with.
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT.  MOTEL ROOM
UNIFORMED PATROLMEN gather in front of the motel room door with their guns drawn.  Some with SHOTGUNS and the others with standard issue hand guns.  One of the men motions for the others to stay quiet.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT.  MOTEL ROOM
Alby holding Bobby by the neck.  Boden standing at the foot of the bed with Bobby's gun.
BODEN
Enough of this.  Hold him still.
Alby attempts to restrain Bobby.
Bobby desperately attempts to fight him off, but is too weak.
Boden walks around the bed and grabs Bobby's other arm.  He places the .9MM HANDGUN in his weak hand and presses the barrel to Bobby's head.
BODEN
Shit.  I forgot.  He's right-handed.  Here.  You do it.
Boden hands the gun to Alby. 
BODEN (CONT'D)
And don't get any blood on me this time, all right?
Alby puts the gun in Bobby's hand and presses the weapon against his head.
BODEN
Any last words, Bobby?
BOBBY
Fuck you.
Boden smiles.  In a flash, the motel door is kicked in and several UNIFORMED PATROLMEN storm the room.  The first one in branding a SHOTGUN.
PATROLMAN #1
GET ON THE GROUND!!!
Alby stares over at Boden who returns his look.  
BODEN
Reaches into the back of his pants and pulls out a SECOND GUN.  Points it at the patrolman.  
THE PATROLMAN
Points the shotgun at Boden's face, firing.  POW!
The slug strikes Boden dead in the face with such force that he's pushed through a flimsy wood shutter and into a coat closet.  Dead. 
ALBY
Turns the .9mm pistol on the patrolman.  Before he can get a shot off --
PATROLMAN #2
Storms the room, pointing his handgun at Alby's chest and riddling him with MULTIPLE GUNSHOTS.  His dead body falls onto the bed on top of Bobby.
PATROLMAN #2
WE'RE CLEAR!!!
The rest of the men continue into the room, inspecting the damage.  Two of the men pull Alby's body off of Bobby and place him on the floor.
Bobby is too weak to move.  The patrolmen help him up.
Another patrolman stands hovered over Brandi. 
PATROLMAN #3
We gotta dead girl here, Sarge.
Patrolman #2 stares down at Brandi's body.
PATROLMAN #2 (CONT'D)
Just what in the hell happened here?
Bobby is sick at the sight of Brandi.  He shuts his eyes in horror.
CUT TO:
INT.  POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM
Bobby sits before a plain clothes DETECTIVE.  We'll call him SGT. BECK.  A TAPE RECORDER on the table top.  Also in the room, leaning against a far wall is another plain clothes cop.  We'll call him DETECTIVE SORENSEN.
BOBBY
...And that's pretty much it.
Sgt. Beck presses stop on the tape recorder.
SGT. BECK
That's some story.
BOBBY
Do you think someone could call the hospital?  Check and see how my wife's doing?
SGT. BECK
Why don't you check yourself.  We're done here for now.  I'll have a detective get in touch with you in a few days if we have anything else.
BOBBY
Thank you.
Bobby heads for the door.
SGT. BECK
You know, you're one lucky son of a bitch.
Bobby stops in his tracks.
BOBBY
How do you figure?
SGT. BECK
If that gun didn't jam, both you and your wife would be dead right now.  
The wheels begin to turn in Bobby's eyes.
SGT. BECK (CONT'D)
Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it? 
BOBBY
Yeah, I suppose it does.
SGT. BECK
Go see your wife, Mr. Merrick.
Bobby politely returns with a smile.
BOBBY
Yes, sir.
He continues out.
Sgt. Beck SIGHS in frustration, leans back in his chair.
SGT. BECK
Just wait until Internal Affairs gets a hold of this one.  Vice cops taking kickbacks at a strip bar.  Watch if this one doesn't end up on the front page.
DET. SORENSEN
And what about Sanchez's family?  His partner?
SGT. BECK
For now, we wait.  Sit on it for awhile.  Put an APB out on this Cantrell character.  See what he knows about where we can find Sanchez.  His family's gonna want a proper burial.
EXT.  MEDICAL CENTER - DAY
A long shot of the large, parking area.  BOBBY'S CAR passes through the congested lot and into a --
PARKING GARAGE - CONTINUOUS
He continues up a ramp and parks in a nearby spot on the second floor.
INT.  BOBBY'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Bobby shuts off his engine and flips down a SUN VISOR.  A picture of him and Cyndi laying in bed together, smiling.
Bobby simply sits in silence -- staring up at the picture.  He finally musters up the courage to get out.
INT./EXT. BOBBY'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Bobby steps out and pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket.  He tosses one in his mouth, sparks up as he begins away from his car.  Not paying any attention to what's in front of him.
MAN'S VOICE
Excuse me, sir?
Bobby looks up.  Standing directly in front of him is --
JOHN CANTRELL
With a cigarette dangling from his lip.
JOHN
You think I could get a light?
BOBBY
Sure.
Bobby reaches his lighter out to John, who smacks the lighter from his hand and pushes Bobby against the rear of the car.
Before Bobby can react, John pulls a gun from his belt.
Bobby slowly raises his hands in the air.
JOHN
Boy.  You really are dumb, Bobby.  This is almost gonna be a waste of a good bullet.
BOBBY
Cantrell?
JOHN
Lucky guess.
BOBBY
The cops are out looking for you right now.  You're already an accomplice to one murder.  Two attempted murders.  Shooting me on your way out of town's a stupid move for a smart guy like you.  
JOHN
Yeah, well, you know what they say?  If you're gonna go down, go down in flames.  Besides.  I couldn't leave without dropping off my little get well present for Cyndi.
John pulls an 8 inch video cassette from his coat pocket.
JOHN (CONT'D)
I'm guessing this bad boy will fit right in that VCR they have in Cyndi's room.  I thought a little home made porno might break up the monotony of all those soap operas and talk shows.
BOBBY
So you had copies after all.  What was the plan, John?  Keep the tape a secret, then make a side deal with me?  Cut Boden out of the equation?
JOHN
Well look at you, Bobby.  You're not so dumb after all.  But here's the problem.  Now that I know there's no chance of getting my money...I don't see any reason to let you live.
A worried look shoots across Bobby's face.  He stares down at the gun's barrel.
JOHN (CONT'D)
But I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.  Cos I'm such a good sport and all.  I'm gonna let you beg for your life.  And remember...there's no shame in crying.  I may even give you points for it.
BOBBY
You won't do it.
JOHN
Oh, yeah?  Why not?
BOBBY
You're not a killer.
JOHN
Oh, really?
BOBBY
That's right.  A: You're no good at it.  B: You can't possibly profit from it.  So why do it?
JOHN
Those are both very interesting points.  But you're forgetting C.  I don't like to lose.
John points the gun directly in Bobby's face.  His face angrier and more intense than ever.
Bobby doesn't respond.  He merely stands in silence, fearful for his life.  A few moments pass.  John still hasn't pulled the trigger.
Bobby's fear quickly turns from anxious to impatient.  He checks his watch.
BOBBY
If you're gonna shoot me, do you think you could speed up the process a bit?  Otherwise I'd like to go see my wife while she's still conscious.
John's cocky smile slowly turns upside down.
JOHN
I'll do it.  I mean it.
BOBBY
Oh, I'm sure you do.
Bobby once again checks his watch.
BOBBY (CONT'D)
But it's getting a bit late, you know?  Visiting hours are almost over.
Bobby reaches his arm up to John and taps his watch.  A nice bit of sarcasm to rub things in.  He is no longer fearful of the pathetic soul holding a gun on him.
John grows angrier and angrier.  He's ready to explode.
JOHN
FUCK!  You stupid FUCKER!
John lowers his gun.  He cannot take the shot.
JOHN (CONT'D)
You couldn't just let me have this,  could you?!  This little bit!
Bobby slowly forms a grin as he lowers his arms.
JOHN (CONT'D)
And I was really looking forward to seeing you on your knees!  Crying like a little baby!
BOBBY
Sorry to disappoint you.
JOHN
Yeah, I bet!
The two men stand silent -- simply staring back at one another. 
BOBBY
Are we done here?
JOHN
Yeah!  Go, go, go!  For God's sake, don't let me or my gun keep you!
Bobby cautiously walks off, headed for the hospital.  John nervously paces back and forth on the pavement.  Disappointed in himself.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Tell the wifey I said hi!
Bobby continues down the ramp and away from John, grinning from ear to ear.
JOHN (CONT'D)
I'LL BE SEEING YOU AROUND, BOBBY!  YOU WON'T KNOW WHEN, BUT I'LL BE SEEING YOU!
Bobby turns a corner and disappears out of sight, leaving John to himself.
JOHN (CONT'D)
(to himself)
You were good.
John smiles and tosses a cigarette in his mouth.  He continues up the ramp and back to his car.
EXT.  MEDICAL CENTER - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
Bobby makes his way up a long sidewalk, headed for the EMERGENCY ROOM.  We stay on him until he has entered the building.  The electronic door opens and closes behind him.
CUT TO:
INT.  JOHN'S OFFICE - CANTRELL INVESTIGATIONS
John, moving as fast as he can, unloads the shady contents of his desk drawers into a large, cardboard box.  He nervously stares up at the door and into the outer office, checking for police.  He is in a complete panic. 
SERIES OF SHOTS
John emptying the video cassettes and DVD library from his bookshelf -- stuffing them into various boxes.
John opening up a file cabinet and pulling out the various paperwork inside.  He grabs the files, one by one, completely yanking out the manila folders that encase them.  He grabs so many that they are falling out of his arms.  He turns and is in shock to see --
SEVERAL UNIFORMED PATROLMEN AND A PLAIN CLOTHES DETECTIVE
Awaiting him in the doorway.  They stand silent, smiling.  One of the men tapping a night stick on the palm of his hand. 
John's jaw drops at the sight of the policemen.  Manila folders slipping out of his arms and hitting the floor.  He simply sports a goofy, fake smile for the officers -- trying to save face.
JOHN
What can I do for you gentlemen? 
CUT TO BLACK.
THE END
CAST
JOHN CANTRELL
BOBBY MERRICK
CYNDI MERRICK
BRANDI LOPEZ
PERRY BODEN
ALBY NEWKIRK
SGT. BECK
DET. SORENSEN