|This is my buddy cop script about two detectives who assist the ATF in tracking down a ruthless cult leader only to uncover a massive conspiracy to crush gun control.   Frankly, even though the story is pretty good, the characters are whats really fun about this one.   Anyway, who the hell remembers the plot to Lethal Weapon?|
|This material is copyrighted © 1995 by Tom Alexander.    Plagiarism of any kind will result in prosecution.    Enjoy!|
GORDY AND LaROY by Tom Alexander FADE IN: EXT. WILDERNESS COUNTRYSIDE - DAY Lewis and Clarke could not have painted a more magnificent picture of this heavenly virgin landscape; complete with a glowing sunset that casts a brilliant mixture of orange and purple across rows and rows of billowy clouds. On a rocky bluff, silhouetted against the west sky, stands a magnificent male deer. GORDY (V.O.) (whispering) Ohhh, he's a beauty. Twelve point at least. EXT. EDGE OF CLEARING - DAY GORDON "GORDY" NEMETZ peers through his confederate field glasses at the beautiful buck. He stands in front of a group of men all dressed in buckskins with raccoon hats. CARL stands next to Gordy and, cocking his flintlock, takes aim at the breathtaking creature. GORDY I wouldn't, Carl. You don't drop him where he stands we'll lose our light before we can find him. CARL Then I guess I won't miss. Gordy looks through the field glasses as Carl FIRES. GORDY Damn! Gut shot! Gordy bolts toward where the deer was standing. EXT. RAVINE - DAY Racing through the trees, Gordy sprints ahead leaving his fellow Buckskinners trailing behind. EXT. BLUFF - DAY Gordy reaches the top of bluff and scans the forest. He spots the deer as it tops a ridge. He takes aim with his flintlock and FIRES. GORDY Yes! (calling back to his fellow Buckskinners) I got him. Just on top of the ridge over there. The other men see where Gordy is pointing and head off in that direction. Gordy looks at the dead deer through his field glasses. He walks forward but trips on the edge of the bluff and falls down a steep drop. His field glasses snag on a branch and stop his fall. Unfortunately for Gordy, his arms and neck are so tangled up in the strap that he is literally hanging himself. GORDY (gasping) Helppp! Helppp! Gordy struggles with the strap like Houdini in a straight jacket. He grabs an outcropping of rock, but the large stone pulls free of the dirt and crashes down to the gully below. Gordy looks at the hole the rock left behind and freezes when he sees a rattlesnake coil and ready to strike. Gordy, hanging helpless, begins to black out when all of a sudden BOOM, the rattlers head explodes. He looks up and sees HANSON with a smoking flintlock pistol. Hanson bends down and struggles to pull Gordy up to safety. The two men, exhausted, lay on top of the bluff, gasping for air. GORDY Thanks, uh... HANSON Hanson. GORDY Hanson. HANSON Don't mention it. Maybe you can return the favor some day. EXT. CAMP FIRE - NIGHT Deer roasts over an open fire as the group of BUCKSKINNERS feast on today's kill. Hanson cuts off a piece of meat. HANSON (tasting it) Not bad, Carl, for city folk. CARL You're welcome. You boys have been right neighborly yourself. HANSON That was some shot. CARL Thank you. HANSON I was talking to Gordon. The men LAUGH. GORDY Thanks. And, uh thanks again for the help back there. Gordy hands Hanson a large mule skinner knife with an intricately hand-carved bone handle. GORDY (continuing) I'd like you to have this. HANSON You don't need to do that. GORDY I know. HANSON You'd have done the same for me. GORDY Consider it a sign of appreciation. HANSON For what? Doing the right thing? GORDY Something like that. EXT. CAMPSITE - EARLY MORNING An eerie fog hangs in the air as morning dew gathers on the leaves. Drops of water splash on Gordy's face waking him up. He looks around the silent campsite and stops on the empty area where Hanson was sleeping. In the distance, he sights someone walking away from the camp. GORDY (whispering aloud) Hanson? Hanson turns around and looks at Gordy through the mist filled forest. He turns back and continues to walk away from the camp. Gordy is about to get up when he glimpses something move quickly behind a tree. Another SNAP of a twig causes him to jerk his head around and catch something else move behind a tree. Moving very slowly, Gordy slips his hands over his nearby rifle. SSSSITH, an arrow shoots through the air and impales one of the sleeping Buckskinners. GORDY Indians! Pandemonium erupts as a small war party of Indians descends on the group of Buckskinners. The fighting is fierce and bloody as arrows and flintlocks find their marks. Hand-to-hand combat ensues with tomahawks swinging and pistols FIRING. The Indians and Buckskinners manage to wipe each other out leaving only Gordy left standing. He goes over to a dead Indian and flips him over. The Indian springs to life and SMASHES a tomahawk over Gordy's skull. FLASH Gordy wakes up from his nightmare. He looks around. Some of the other Buckskinners are still asleep while others are working on breakfast. Hanson has a skillet over the fire. HANSON (to Gordy) How do you like your eggs? GORDY (holding his head) Like my brain; scrambled. EXT. EDGE OF FOREST - DAY The group of Buckskinners march through the forest and out into the open where they see a parking lot in the distance with their WIVES and KIDS waiting by cars and vans to pick them up. CARL Ah, civilization at last. BUCKSKINNER #1 I feel like a hot shower. BUCKSKINNER #2 I could use a cold beer. BUCKSKINNER #3 My wife has tickets for Madonna tonight. BUCKSKINNER #2 No shit? Gordy walks along side Hanson while looking through his field glasses. GORDY Uh-oh. HANSON What's the matter? Wife not here to get you? GORDY No, she's here, but so's my partner. Which usually means trouble. HANSON Partner? You a cop? GORDY Yeah. Detective DPD. Hanson laughs a peculiar OBNOXIOUS LAUGH and walks on ahead of Gordy. Gordy looks confused at Hanson's outburst and a bit taken aback at the strange laugh. EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY LINDA NEMETZ, Gordy's wife, cradles little BILL while the baby's older brothers play cops and robbers around the car. MIKE LAROY leans against the car and instructs TODD and TOBY on the correct way to apprehend a suspect. MIKE LAROY Watch your corners. Watch your corners. Lead with your gun. Toby jumps out from behind the car and the two boys start blasting away at each other with toy guns. TOBY AND TODD (still firing away) Eat lead, dirt bag. Drop the gun or die, it's your choice. Go ahead, make my day. Police officer, freeze! LINDA Toby! Todd! Knock it off. TOBY AND TODD But mom... LINDA You heard me. Although the kids are getting on Linda's nerves, it becomes apparent that something else is stressing her out. MIKE LAROY Yeah, better cool it, guys. The two boys reluctantly lean against the car and mimic Mike's stance. The group of Buckskinners has reached the far end of the parking lot where some of the families greet them. LINDA I need to talk to him for five minutes before you can have him. MIKE LAROY (sensing a problem) Sure. Is everything okay... Before Mike can finish his sentence Linda shoves little Bill into Mike's arms. LINDA Five minutes. Linda marches off towards Gordy. Todd and Toby start to follow. MIKE LAROY Hold it, boys. I think you better sit this one out. The boys resume their leaning position against the car. Gordy meets his wife in the middle of the parking lot. She is not a happy person. GORDY Hey, hon, what's up? LINDA Remember that little problem we talked about? GORDY My weekend was fine. And yours? LINDA Remember that little surgical procedure you were considering? GORDY Yeah, still thinking about it. LINDA Well you can stop thinking about it. GORDY I can? LINDA I'm pregnant... AGAIN! GORDY But... how? LINDA Gee, I don't know, mister "it doesn't feel as good with a rubber on." GORDY Well if you were still on the pill... Bad answer. LINDA FUCK YOU, GORDY! You try puking your guts out for the next six months and we'll see how you feel. Linda lays into Gordy like a ton of bricks. Near the volatile couple are some of the Buckskinners changing out of their stinky clothes. They drink beer from an ice chest and try not to look like they are eavesdropping. Not so near is Mike, Toby, and Todd. Although they can't understand what she is saying, they watch as Linda goes ballistic. MIKE LAROY I don't think I'd give your mother anymore crap today, boys. TOBY No shit. Linda still upset with Gordy. LINDA I've been on and off the pill since I was sixteen. It's time for you to take some responsibility. We've discussed this enough. We can't afford anymore 'little surprises.' Now do something about it. GORDY But, babe, I'm afraid... LINDA Of what? It's not like they're going to cut your balls off. Carl and Hanson have joined the other inconspicuous Buckskinners for a beer by the van. CARL Jeez, I thought she did that a long time ago, anyway. The group laughs at Carl's quip. Hanson really thinks it's funny and laughs his distinctive OBNOXIOUS LAUGH. The OBNOXIOUS LAUGH blows across the parking lot like a dead skunk and slams into Mike LaRoy, igniting an intense memory. Mike slowly raises his head and looks at the group of LAUGHING men. Because they are so far away and standing so close to each other he cannot tell who has the obnoxious laugh. Mike squints his eyes and remembers. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. WAREHOUSE ROOF - NIGHT Mike watches through a skylight and listens to a pair of headphones. WALLY (V.O.) Remember, nobody makes a move until I give the signal. RETRO (V.O.) And then that's when I get my money. WALLY (V.O.) You'll get paid if the bust is clean. A walkie talkie sitting next to Mike clicks on. WALKIE TALKIE We've got a white van approaching from the south entrance. Mike TAPS the skylight and signals Wally. INT. WAREHOUSE DOCK - NIGHT WALLY, an undercover cop, looks up at the skylight and gives Mike the OK sign. RETRO, a nervous stoolie, sucks on a cigarette and continues to bitch. RETRO The deal was I deliver these wackos, you never said anything about it having to be a clean bust. WALLY It was implied. RETRO Bullshit. What if you guys forget to read them their rights or something. WALLY Shut the fuck up! HONK HONK sounds a horn from outside. Wally walks over to the roll-up door. WALLY Be cool. You'll get your money. Wally raises the door. RETRO (muttering to himself) Cops! A van pulls in and Wally closes the door behind them. The van door slides open and four black GANG BANGERS get out. EXT. WAREHOUSE ROOF - NIGHT Mike watches the action through the skylight and radios in the progress. MIKE LAROY Four Bloods just got out. No Mr. Big... wait a minute, Jamaal just got out, and he's got some white guy with him. WALKIE TALKIE Who is he? MIKE LAROY Beats me. Maybe the Bloods are trying to be an equal opportunity gang. INT. WAREHOUSE DOCK - NIGHT JAMAAL, the gang leader, struts towards Wally and Retro with attitude to spare. The white guy next to him is a clean-shaven Hanson, his appearance is quite different without his beard. The other four Gang Bangers form a semi-circle around the two. WALLY (referring to HANSON) New member? Hanson laughs his OBNOXIOUS LAUGH. JAMAAL Get real. You got the stuff? WALLY Of course. You got the money? JAMAAL Of course. WALLY Let's see it. JAMAAL You first. WALLY (looking at Retro) What is this shit? Did you set me up? RETRO No, man, he told me he'd have it. I swear. Jamaal smiles. WALLY Fuck you! You ain't getting dick from me. The four Gang Bangers go for their guns and aim them at Wally. JAMAAL I already got it, chump! Jamaal is referring to a large wooden crate that is between him and Wally. WALLY You don't actually think I'd be stupid enough to have the shit in here do you? EXT. WAREHOUSE ROOF - NIGHT Mike is on pins and needles as he watches his partner's tense situation. MIKE LAROY (on the walkie talkie) Nobody make a move. Wally has got four automatics pointed right at him. INT. WAREHOUSE DOCK - NIGHT WALLY Who the hell do you think you're dealing with. This shit don't grow on trees, pal. And my friends don't take kindly to having their merchandise ripped off. JAMAAL I don't give a fuck about you or your friends. Jamaal bristles with anger before gaining his composure. He signals for one of his men to get a briefcase from the van. Jamaal takes the briefcase and places it on the large wooden crate between him and Wally. Jamaal opens the briefcase full of money. JAMAAL Forty thousand. WALLY Looks like I'm going to Disney Land. Wally closes the briefcase and places it on the floor next to him. Wally then reaches inside his jacket, slowly, as the four Gang Bangers take aim. He pulls out a crow bar and opens up the large wooden crate. The merchandise was inside after all. Hanson walks over and digs through the packing material until he finds a hand- held military rocket launcher. WALLY Eight of them, just like you ordered. HANSON (holding the weapon) Ohhh, she's a beauty. Hanson checks out the weapon like a seasoned vet. HANSON (smiling to himself) Laser-guided laws twenty-seven MP. JAMAAL What's the MP stand for? HANSON Maximum power. WALLY What are you? The resident expert? HANSON Nahhh, more like a consultant. I'm just here to make sure you're not selling these boys some cheap imitation. JAMAAL So is this shit genuine? HANSON Oh, yeah. Made in the US of A. (arming the weapon) You'll definitely outclass the competition. Hanson aims the laser sights at Wally's forehead. WALLY So we got a deal? Hanson looks at Jamaal and nods approval of the weapons. Jamaal smiles and signals to his men. The Gang Bangers draw down their weapons and unload the crate. WALLY There's plenty more where this came from. Hanson tosses the missile launcher to the Gang Banger closest to him. The Gang Banger is startled and treats the weapon like nitro. HANSON (laughing) Don't worry. You could drop this thing from twenty feet and it wouldn't go off until you arm the warhead, (pushes a switch on the Gang Banger's launcher) like this. Jamaal, Wally, and even Retro are a little concerned about the armed device. The Gang Banger looks nervous with his hands full of so much fire power. WALLY I wouldn't do that if I were you. JAMAAL Say man... Before Jamaal can finish his sentence, Hanson pulls the Gang Banger's automatic from his belt and SHOOTS him. JAMAAL What the... Jamaal is next as Hanson BLASTS him. The three remaining Gang Bangers loading the rocket launchers in the van are shocked and start SHOOTING. Hanson dives for cover as Retro gets hit in the cross fire. Wally crouches behind the crate. WALLY All units move in. One white male heading out the back, three black males have me pinned down in the loading dock... Wally stops short as a Gang Banger rounds the corner and gets the drop on the undercover officer. GANG BANGER You're a fucking pig. The Gang Banger is about to shoot when his chest erupts in a hail of gunfire from above. Mike slides down a rope and FIRES simultaneously at the Gang Bangers. The two remaining Gang Bangers dive for cover as Mike's bullets impact all around them. Mike hits the ground and rolls over to Wally. MIKE LAROY You okay? WALLY Yeah. The white guy disappeared into the warehouse. Suddenly the van REVS UP. Mike pops up and BLASTS the driver. The last Gang Banger is trying to open the garage door. Mike FIRES at him but misses. The Gang Banger returns fire with a pump shotgun before disappearing into the warehouse. MIKE LAROY All units, seal the exits to the warehouse. (to Wally) You up for this? WALLY Sure, I already peed in my pants. The two law officers enter the warehouse. INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT Mike and Wally split up and prowl through the stacks of fertilizer bags. A METAL CRASHING noise is heard. Wally heads down an aisle of fertilizer bags while Mike searches for the source of the metal noise. A nervous Gang Banger creeps down another aisle. Suddenly, Wally and the last Gang Banger come head to head. WALLY Freeze, poli...shit! The Gang Banger BLASTS at Wally narrowly missing him as he dives for cover down an aisle. Wally scrambles to his feet and flees down the aisle. The Gang Banger appears behind him at the far end and starts BLASTING away. Sacks of fertilizer open up all around Wally as he runs past the spilling shit. The Gang Banger runs after Wally. He rounds the corner only to find Wally kneeling on one knee waiting. BLAM BLAM, Wally fires point blank sending the Gang Banger flying back. Mike cautiously searches the rear of the warehouse. He finds a metal grate that has been removed from a service duct-way leading down to the sewer system. He peeks over the edge hoping that someone won't blow his head off from within the dark tunnel. Suddenly, he is grabbed from behind and a gun is stuck in his throat. HANSON Give me an excuse, dickweed. Mike reluctantly drops his gun down the sewer hole. MIKE LAROY I'm a cop. You're under arrest. HANSON Yeah, right. Where's your badge, Kojak. MIKE LAROY In my jacket. Wally rounds the corner and stops dead when he sees his partner being held by Hanson. HANSON That's far enough. Lose the gun or your buddy gets it. Wally thinks about it. MIKE LAROY Fuck that shit, Wally, blow this guy off of me. HANSON (to Mike) Oh, you're a real lethal weapon aren't you. (cocking his gun) Think about it. Wally puts his gun down. HANSON Bad move, gun runner. Hanson quickly SHOOTS Wally and places the gun back up against Mike's head. HANSON So much for Disney Land. MIKE LAROY You bastard! Hanson pulls the trigger, and the gun is out of bullets. HANSON Shit! Before Mike can react, Hanson knocks Mike out with the gun. Hanson then climbs down the service duct. He stops when he sees something shiny under Mike's jacket. He flips over Mikes lapel and sees his badge. HANSON (laughing) Son of a bitch. You are a cop! Hanson disappears into the service duct his OBNOXIOUS LAUGH echoing off the sewer walls. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY The bad memory has left Mike in a daze. He watches as several vans and cars pull out of the parking lot taking the Buckskinners and possibly a cop killer with them. The spell is broken when Linda shoves a gym bag at him. LINDA He's all yours. (serious) Get in the car, boys. Gordy, who was playing with his boys, sees the concerned look on his partner's face. GORDY Hey, pal, what's up? MIKE LAROY Nothing. Chief wants to see us. INT/EXT. MIKE'S CAR - ROAD TO TOPLESS JOINT - DAY Gordy, in the back seat, is in the process of changing out of his buckskins and into street clothes he pulls from the gym bag. Mike drives and sprays some mouth wash to try and cover the horrendous smell coming from the dirty buckskins. GORDY So what's the big deal, why couldn't this wait until Monday? Mike spritzes some more. GORDY Hey. MIKE LAROY Are you done yet? GORDY Just about. If the smell bothers you that much roll down a window. MIKE LAROY The wind will mess up my hair. GORDY Oh, yeah. How thoughtless of me. Gordy throws his tennis shoes in the front seat, further upsetting Mike. MIKE LAROY Hey, you're going to get my seat dirty. GORDY (whining) Ohhhhh, I hate it when that happens. Gordy climbs over the seat. MIKE LAROY (pissy) Careful. GORDY What is with you? There is a tense moment of silence. Obviously these guys have been partners long enough to act married. Gordy knows the only way to diffuse the situation is for it to reach critical mass. He takes out a tin of skoal. GORDY Mind if I dip? MIKE LAROY What do you think? GORDY Come on, just a pinch between the cheek and gum. MIKE LAROY No. Gordy grabs Mike's travel mug off the dash. GORDY Here, I'll just spit in here. You don't mind, do you? MIKE LAROY (realizing his foul mood) All right, already! The two partners laugh. GORDY What's the matter, man? What's bugging you? The memory of Wally is still painful to Mike. MIKE LAROY Ah, something reminded me of Wally. GORDY Your old partner? MIKE LAROY Yeah... GORDY Come on, Mike, it's been two years. Ain't no sense in you beating yourself up all over again. MIKE LAROY Yeah, you're right. Skip it. What's the deal with you and Linda? GORDY Ohhhh! Can you say vasectomy? MIKE LAROY No shit. Going to get yourself neutered? GORDY (shaking his head) I don't know. MIKE LAROY Neutered like a dog. GORDY What do you think? MIKE LAROY I hear it's pretty painful. GORDY I don't want to hear that. MIKE LAROY What'd you expect? GORDY I was hoping for a safe, easy and painless surgical procedure. MIKE LAROY Sure, you can do it that way... if you're a pussy. GORDY A pussy? MIKE LAROY Real man would take his gun out and blow his own balls off, not let some sissy surgeon play testicles tag. GORDY Real man? MIKE LAROY Yeah. GORDY Is that what you are? A real man? MIKE LAROY Don't you forget it. Despite their individual quirks these two guys are obviously very good friends. INT. TOPLESS JOINT - DAY Mike's car pulls into the parking lot and stops. GORDY (V.O.) Gee, I have been gone a long time. Headquarters looks just like a titty bar now. MIKE LAROY (V.O.) Something's up. First, Chief calls us in on a Sunday, and then he wants to meet us here instead of the station. Mike and Gordy get out of the car. GORDY He's just lonely. Besides, he likes us. We're a lot of fun. MIKE LAROY No, you're a lot of fun. GORDY And you're a real man. INT. TOPLESS JOINT - DAY Topless dancers strut their stuff as Mike and Gordy strain to see in the darkened night club. Mike finally spots the chief and heads off in his direction. Gordy turns to follow, but trips over a lap dancer and then stumbles into some guy in a suit. Gordy looks up and sees Mike standing next to him with the Chief. CHIEF Hi, Gordy. I see you've met agent Lewis with the ATF. Gordy looks at the guy on the floor next to him. Agent Lewis is dressed in a suit covered with white stuff. LEWIS You've spilt my velvet hammer. Gordy takes a finger and samples the ice cream drink off of Lewis' suit. GORDY Hmmm. Tasty. INT. TOPLESS JOINT - TABLE - DAY Chief, Mike, Gordy, and Lewis are sitting in booth while a group of men close to them are getting one hell of a table dance. Gordy and Lewis each sip tall white ice cream-based drinks known as velvet hammers. CHIEF Sorry I had to ruin your weekend boys but some of agent Lewis' friends over at the department of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms feel you might be able to assist them in a case they're building against Lucas Caller. MIKE LAROY Who, the religious nut? CHIEF Church of Solomon. The king of Armageddon himself. Agent Lewis will give you an update. I got to take a piss. The chief scoots out of the booth and heads for the bathroom. LEWIS Two weeks ago, Caller was arrested in Colorado for trying to purchase a shipment of fully automatic assault rifles. GORDY What's he want with the fire power. LEWIS These religious nuts all think the world is going to end tomorrow so they arm themselves to the teeth and wait for Judgement Day. Frankly, they're giving guns a bad name. MIKE LAROY Anyway, you got Caller in custody. LEWIS Not quite. He made bail two days ago and fled the state. We think he may be in Texas. MIKE LAROY Why? Lewis pulls a long bullet from his pocket. GORDY Thirty-aught-six. LEWIS That's what we thought. We confiscated a thousand rounds when we arrested Caller. GORDY What are they? LEWIS Thirty-three caliber. With an armor piercing Teflon coated head and magnum charge. Custom made. Fits only one type of gun, an Israeli made Markada seven. GORDY Markada? What is it, a composite gun? LEWIS Exactly. Virtually undetectable, even through a metal detector. MIKE LAROY Assassin's delight. GORDY So you think these guns are in Texas? LEWIS Don't know. We believe however that the bullets were made here by one Carl Ledbetter. Know him? GORDY (rolling his eyes) Carl. Yeah, I know him. INT. TOPLESS JOINT - BACK ROOM - DAY The chief is listening over a pair of headphones while another man records the conversation. LEWIS (V.O.) Friend of yours? GORDY (V.O.) Sort of. LEWIS (V.O.) Can you take me to him? GORDY (V.O.) I just left him. (thinks about it) Yeah, I'll take you to him. CHIEF Son of a bitch. INT/EXT. MIKE'S CAR - ROAD TO CARL'S PLACE - DAY Mike and Gordy are in the front seat while Lewis rides in back. Lewis notices a foul odor. LEWIS How do you know Carl Ledbetter, Gordon? GORDY We both belong to this Reenactment Club. LEWIS A what? MIKE LAROY It's like a bunch of cross dressers but instead of women's clothes they dress up like Grizzly Adams and pretend they're Daniel Boone. LEWIS Really? GORDY Really. LEWIS Say, Mike, do you mind if I roll down a window? MIKE LAROY Yes. EXT. LEDBETTER'S HOUSE - DAY Mike parks in front of the typical lower-middle class suburban house. Carl greets the three law officers at the door and invites them in. CARL Gordy, how the hell are you? Long time no see. INT. LEDBETTER'S LIVING ROOM - DAY Carl ushers Mike, Gordy, and Lewis into what can only be described as Coca-Cola heaven. Everywhere is coke paraphernalia, from signs to antique bottles. CARL Can I get you guys anything to drink? MIKE LAROY How about a Pepsi? GORDY Dr. Pepper. LEWIS Tab, if you got it? CARL Sorry guys, only Coke products. GORDY Oh, never mind. MIKE LAROY Skip it. LEWIS Nutrasweet gives me a headache. Carl is a little disappointed. CARL So, what's up? GORDY Carl, you're still making custom ammo for people aren't you? CARL Sure. What'd you need? GORDY (handing him the bullet) Did you make this? CARL Thirty-aught-six. What for? It's cheaper to buy them in wholesale lots. GORDY That's a thirty-three caliber, custom made. Carl looks at the bullet and smiles. CARL A what? Gordy, it's a thirty-aught- six. Carl tosses the bullet back to Gordy who turns towards Lewis with a confused look on his face. LEWIS Mr. Ledbetter, your gun dealer's license lists your address as 203 Elm street. CARL Yeah, that's my ex-wife's address. LEWIS The house is vacant, Mr. Ledbetter. CARL (getting nervous) She must have moved. LEWIS Are you aware that in order to maintain your license you must have a current address of business? CARL Yeah, well, I'm a little behind in my paper work on that. LEWIS It makes it very difficult to find you. Carl looks very nervous. GORDY (half joking) You running from the bill collector, Carl? LEWIS Do you know a Charles Ray Foster? CARL (shaking his head) No... LEWIS Billy Kaddo? Carl is silent. Mike and Gordy are a little lost at where Lewis' is heading with this interrogation. LEWIS Cyrus O'Donnell? Max Corrin? Carl is really sweating bullets. LEWIS Are you or have you ever been a member of the Church of Solomon? Carl maneuvers around the bar and starts to mix himself a drink. CARL Church of Solomon? Why does everyone have a sudden interest in Lucas Caller? First Hanson and now you guys. GORDY Hanson? The guy we met this weekend with the weird laugh? Mike perks up when he hears this. CARL Yeah, someone must have told him I used to be a member. LEWIS Are you, Mr. Ledbetter? Are you still a member? Carl smiles wickedly at agent Lewis. CARL Well you know what they say. Once a member, always a member. Carl makes a sudden move beneath the bar but before he can react, Agent Lewis, who evidently had already palmed his gun, SHOOTS Carl repeatedly in the chest. Gordy and Mike jump to their feet in shock. Mike pulls his gun and points it at Lewis. MIKE LAROY What the hell are you doing? Lewis looks over his shoulder at Mike. LEWIS Going to shoot me in the back, LaRoy? Gordy has rushed over to Carl who is dead. He sees that Carl has a 9mm semi-automatic in his hand. Smiling, Lewis holsters his weapon. EXT. LEDBETTER'S HOUSE - LATER A gurney takes away Carl's body. Mike and Gordy talk to the Chief by the street curb, while Agent Lewis is conferring with a few other ATF agents near the garage. One of the agents, SPARKS, a dark, forbidding man, talks on a cellular phone. SPARKS (on the phone) Just a minute. LEWIS (to the other agents) There's a whole bunch of files in the garage I want cross referenced against our list of... SPARKS (to Lewis) Excuse me, sir. LEWIS Is that Kingsley? SPARKS Yes, sir. Lewis takes the phone as the other agents retreat to the garage. LEWIS Hello? Lousy. He's dead. Shit happens. Listen, he mentioned a guy named Hanson... (sarcastic) Oh, that's just great. What the hell am I doing here? Some organization. This is no way to run a railroad, pal. The Chief, Gordy, and Mike watch Lewis as he throws the cellular phone on the ground and stalks off into the garage. MIKE LAROY That's a real piece of work you set us up with, Chief. What's next, baton practice on drunk drivers? CHIEF Look, LaRoy, I'm a little in the dark on this one as well. Just get your reports to me first thing tomorrow morning. The Chief walks over to agent Lewis by the garage. GORDY Hell of a way to end a weekend. The two cops start to get into Mike's car. MIKE LAROY Come on, I'll take you home. You can tell me about this 'Hanson' guy on the way. GORDY You mean the guy who laughs like this... (imitates obnoxious laugh) To Mike, the LAUGH is like fingernails scraping across a chalk board. MIKE LAROY Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it. Now don't do that anymore, okay?
Well that's it for the first act. Our two detectives have to figure out who they can trust as they track down the man who saved Gordy's life and killed LaRoy's old partner. If you're interested in knowing what happens next or you have any comments please shoot me an e-mail.
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