~ two

Sam - Throws down the file, pictures spilling onto the desk in his office.  "Yeah well this one doesn't like windows."

Killer - A laugh, "Yeah.  Got lucky on the rich guy."

Sam - "They do like their gloating views.  Gotta admit though I'm jealous on this one's payday.  Not jealous of the task itself.  He's intuitive.  But also random.  

 

"Doesn't go to the office, he just goes to work.  Know what I mean ?  And we looked.  The only time you can nail this guy down to a time and place ... he is surrounded."

Killer - "Should have taken the shot when I had the chance."

Sam - "Wouldn't have gotten paid for it."

Killer - "Pretty deep when you think about it."

Sam - "I don't.  Fortunately for you, due only to recent events, there is one place we can nail him down now, that's predictable.  And you already know what that place is.  Every single night."

Killer - "I do.  Everyone does.  I actually just came to buy bullets and say hi ... but I really do appreciate hearing all that stuff I already knew.  And your concern."

Sam - "What the fuck is family for."

________________

 

Formalda - Drunk at the bar, "That truck was passed down from my father, from his father from his father, and I think maybe even his father before that !  And I didn't know any of them."

 

Nunya - "Welcome to public transportation."

 

Formalda - "Seriously."

 

Nunya - "Gonna get another one ?"

 

Formalda - "Another unregistered piece of garbage so old no one will insure it, likely.  Unless this god-damn deal goes through and I get my fucking bonus on."

Nunya - "How is that ?"

Formalda - "No idea !  Everyone keeps dying !"

~ the crowd notices then becomes tense before carrying on.

Formalda - Quieter, "I mean holy shit man.  What the fuck is happening."

Nunya - Leaning in, "Do you think it's a coup ?"

('State of the Union STFU' by Public Enemy)

~ Cash on the bedside, another man.  

 

A car flies accompanied by heavy patrol, the people walk the streets past the man on the payphone reciting.  The people try to pull the gun from the sidewalk stone.

~ She writhes her fake ecstasies, the john barely cares.

The killer stocks in the armory before the wall of weapons, making his choices and loading them up, checking.

~ She works it hard, he flips her over and drives.

 

The heavy patrol approaches the tower.  Michael checks the gunblade, prepped for automatic short range.

 

~ She fakes it he doesn't it's done, she smokes thoughtlessly watching the gig take a shower through the wide open door.  Looks up in thought, her real man looks up where he is, she grabs the cash next to the badge, her coat pulled over and gone.

 

Micheal out the door.

('Ready For It' by Taylor Swift (new cut when it comes)

 

The killer watches from the hood of his car hanging over the alleyway.  A heavy patrol surrounds a central car as it heads for the tower, the last bus pulls away from its dock.

The killer smiles ...

 

~ The prostitute and another. 

The patrol and target enter the private enclosed entry. where inside as they land, a larger force awaits them.

The tower's main walkway doors blow open, the the killer's car opens fire through while elsewhere the angel kills her way through under heavy fire, turning one to the next.

 

~ Earning the money.

Killer's car moves into the cleared complex hall and fires heavy through a path to the elevator with an occasion turn to remaining resistance.  She cuts her way.

Exits the car well with his gun prepared.

 

~ She grabs the cash.

 

A different configuration for close range, the lacking barrel extension allowing for the blade's freedom as a sword with a pistol's arced grip, back blade in the left hand on its own.

She slices with her own firing a stolen gun in the left, he checks around suspiciously waiting for more, then realizing there are no dead at all.

 

"Hm."  

 

A little disappointed, he carries on to the elevator.

 

~ Her grin over a death, covered in their blood.  Elevator ding.

He walks a long hall past the bodies in caution, flashes of each getting lit as it happened then back to their slump on the floor while he plants more, one after the next and down the long hall while elsewhere again she continues.

The last door smeared with blood, an agony heard behind and then silence.  He considers not opening, but knows he has to confirm it.

Her - Lets the last body drop, "Hello Michael."

Michael - "It's ... you."

Her - "I won't say a word if you don't."

 

~ credits ~

('Cosmic Slop' by Funkadelic)

The investigator's wife in bed with the guard he knew, now sleeping hangs up the phone in tears.

The killer and the prostitute drive through the credits to the house in the suburbs the angel chose not to hit.  Black out to the rest of the credits.

(after credits)

Nunya - "Ho-lee shit."

Formalda - "I know !  I've never even had a new car before !"

Nunya - "Bo-nus ... you're totally driving me to work tomorrow."

Formalda - "Of course !  How come you never asked me before !?"

Nunya - "Um."

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(statics across the screen and out)