D O M I N O
By
Richard Kelly
September 8, 2004
[NOTE: THE ORIGINAL TEXT OF THIS SCRIPT HAD NUMBERED SCENES
AND SOME "OMITTED" SCENE SLUGLINES, WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN
RETAINED FOR THE ONLINE TEXT.]
OVER STUDIO LOGO:
VOICES. VOICES CHATTERING in some sort of public place.
ROBOTIC FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
Now serving G233. Please report
to window four.
VOICES are broken by someone coughing up phlegm.
TITLE CARDS: THIS FILM IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY (BEAT)
(SORT OF)
INT. DMV -- AFTERNOON
The DEPARTMENT OF MOTOR VEHICLES. SOUTH CENTRAL LOS ANGELES.
People are jam-packed into the internal maze of cubicles. It
doesn't get more crowded and disgusting than this. THE SOUND
OF SCREAMING BABIES IS INTERRUPTED BY A-
BING.
ROBOTIC FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
Now serving F134. Please report
to window eight.
This is the sound that the DMV AUTOMATED SYSTEM makes every
fifteen seconds. A BING for each human being who waits to be
processed through the system.
DOMINO (V.O.)
When I was a little girl... my
mum took me to Euro Disney on
opening day. I was told that it
was the happiest place on earth.
BOY looks down at the little piece of PAPER in his hand with
the number B144 printed on it... wakes up DAD. They move
toward window twelve.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
A week later... we moved to Los
Angeles. I was told that this was
the saddest place on Earth. The
Department of Motor Vehicles in
Los Angeles.
The CAMERA PANS across more POOR PEOPLE. They look down at
their numbers. Mostly Hispanic, African-American.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
They wait for their number to be
called. They wait for this
license to drive to yet another
miserable job... dive pub...
drive by shooting.
(beat)
That is if they're lucky enough
to own an automobile. Most of
them aren't. They need a license
to prove their citizenship or
else they'll be deported.
The CAMERA ARRIVES at the last chair on the row. There is a
FRATERNITY GUY named FRANCES (20) sitting in it.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Except for this bloke. His name
is Frances. Mr. 90210 college boy
had found himself in the wrong
place at the wrong time.
Frances has a MOTOROLA to his ear. He seems very anxious.
FRANCES
(whispering into the phone)
I said... they're about to call
my number. Are you in... or are
you out?
Frances taps his shoe nervously on the linoleum floor.
FRANCES (CONT'D)
A thousand all in for one
license. That's the deal.
Frances grits his teeth.
FRANCES (CONT'D)
You have to decide right now.
They're gonna call my number any
second.
Frances takes a deep breath. A sigh of relief.
FRANCES (CONT'D)
Alright. We're on.
He hangs up the phone, then glances up at the MONITOR...
waiting for his number. The CAMERA MOVES slowly into his
face.
DOMINO (V.O.)
There are three kinds of people
in this world. The rich... the
poor... and everyone in between.
A bead of SWEAT rolls down Frances' temple. He glances over at a
BLACK TEENAGER filling out a form. Brief eye contact. Frances
looks away.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
The poor people hate the rich
because... well... they're
fucking rich.
BING.
ROBOTIC FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
Now serving G086. Please report
to window six.
Frances glances down at his number. G086. He takes a deep
breath and walks over to WINDOW SIX.
Sitting behind the counter is LATEESHA RODRIGUEZ (28). She is
filing her FINGERNAILS. They are VERY LONG... VERY SHARP...
and VERY COLORFUL.
FRANCES
Kee Kee.
Lateesha raises her eyes to meet Frances. He drops an
ENVELOPE on the desk in front of her. Lateesha's demeanor
changes. She slowly opens the envelope and removes a piece of
PAPER from inside.
FRANCES (CONT'D)
Four.
Lateesha returns her gaze to Frances. She then folds the
paper, places it back into the envelope and drops it into a
drawer.
LATEESHA
Four to six weeks.
Frances glares back at her.
FRANCES
You said you could deliver the
ID's tonight.
Lateesha has gone back to filing her turbo nails.
LATEESHA
Four to six weeks... Frances.
Frances' blood has begun to boil.
FRANCES
(fierce whisper)
Listen, bitch. I'm paying you
double this time. Kee Kee said
tonight. I paid half in advance
like she said.
Rage is building in Lateesha's eyes. No one talks to her this
way and gets away with it.
In the next CUBICLE... RAOUL SANCHEZ (30), an OBESE HISPANIC
MAN with BLONDS HIGHLIGHTS, leans his head over.
RAOUL
Lateesha... I need that web link.
Lateesha does not answer. Her eyes are locked on Frances.
LATEESHA
Kee Kee don't make the rules. I
said... four to six weeks.
FRANCES
I don't know if you realize who
the fuck you're dealing with
here. I can have your job
eliminated like that.
(beat)
Say good-bye to your little side
business...
Frances cranes his neck to see the NAME PLATE on her desk.
FRANCES (CONT'D)
...Lateesha. If that is your real
name.
(beat)
If you don't have those ID's
ready tonight by 8PM like Kee Kee
promised... you can say hello to
the fucking welfare line... cause
your life as government employee
is over.
Raoul is persistent.
RAOUL
Teesha... I need that web link!
The J-Lo concert is probably sold
out already!
Lateesha raises one GIGANTIC FINGERNAIL in Raoul's direction
as if to say... IN A MINUTE. Raoul sighs impatiently and
ducks back into his cubicle... cursing her in Spanish.
FRANCES
What's it gonna be, Lateesha? Get
ready to start counting those
food stamps.
Lateesha opens the DRAWER and removes the envelope. Gears are
turning. Decisions are being made.
LATEESHA
Tonight. 8PM.
She taps her nails on the plastic surface of the table.
LATEESHA (CONT'D)
Anything else?
Frances shakes his head slowly.
FRANCES
Nope.
LATEESHA
Good-bye... Frances.
As Frances turns to leave, Lateesha slams a PLASTIC SIGN down
onto the ledge of WINDOW SIX. It reads: THIS WINDOW CLOSED.
Lateesha then unfolds the piece of PAPER inside the envelope.
The following SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBERS are printed in BLACK INK:
774-32-5543 : 342-77-0098 : 323-34-5452 : 854-80-6745
Lateesha stares at the numbers... gears turning.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Love is a desperate measure.
Lateesha takes the LOCKET that hangs around her neck and
opens it. Inside... there are two photographs. A TEENAGE GIRL
and a LITTLE BABY.
LATEESHA
Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.
Lateesha takes a deep breath... kisses the locket and closes it.
She drops the paper down on the table and begins to type the
SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBERS into her COMPUTER.
Raoul leans over once again.
RAOUL
Lateesha... I needed that web
link an hour ago!
Lateesha continues typing... disregarding his annoying plea.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Desperate measures often have
disastrous consequences...
Raoul stands up. He is losing his temper.
RAOUL
Lateesha... girl... are you
listening?
Nope. Fingernails keep typing. FOUR DRIVER'S LICENSES pop up on
her computer screen. We get a glance at FOUR DMV PHOTOS. FOUR
MEN. FRANCES is one of them.
DOMINO (V.O.)
The story of my life.
Raoul's voice has become an unbearable high-pitched shrill.
RAOUL
LATEESHA... THE WEB LINK. I NEED
IT RIGHT NOW! THE CONCERT IS
GONNA SELL OUT! WE'RE NOT GONNA
MAKE IT!
Lateesha whips her head around with the SASSY OUTRAGE
cultivated by so many years at this shitty job.
LATEESHA
(screaming out)WWW.SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP.COM
The entire DMV is silenced. Raoul lowers back into his chair.
Lateesha turns back to her computer screen. She aligns the
MOUSE POINTER on the word SEND. She then lowers her GIGANTIC
FINGERNAIL onto the MOUSE with the sound of DISTANT THUNDER.
BEGIN CREDIT SEQUENCE: U2 & JOHNNY CASH - THE WANDERER
The STREETS are filled with MILLIONS upon MILLIONS of
DOMINOES. They are assembled in many colorful patterns seen
in such 80's television programs as "THAT'S INCREDIBLE!" and
"RIPLEY'S... BELIEVE IT OR NOT!".
At the intersection of Wilshire and Santa Monica, THOUSANDS
of falling dominoes assembled to spell out:
NEW LINE CINEMA PRESENTS
In Beverly Hills... there are thousands of falling dominoes
assembled to spell out:
A DAVIS FILMS/SCOTT FREE PRODUCTION
On the abandoned 10 FREEWAY the dominoes read:
A TONY SCOTT FILM
On the abandoned 405 FREEWAY the dominoes read:
D O M I N O
We follow the IMMENSE TRAIL of falling dominoes throughout
the city... through DOWNTOWN... CENTURY CITY... SANTA
MONICA... COMPTON... revealing the rest of the OPENING
CREDITS.
As we near the end of the sequence the trail takes us out
into the DESERT where the falling dominoes read:
WRITTEN BY RICHARD KELLY
The dominoes approach the lights of LAS VEGAS... approaching the
western end of the STRIP. It is completely desolate. The lights
twinkle... but there is no one there.
The dominoes finish on a PEDESTRIAN TRAFFIC BRIDGE that
crosses the strip. They read:
DIRECTED BY TONY SCOTT
The TRAIL of dominoes tapers off into a CEMENT HALLWAY...
leading into the shadows. A METAL DOOR looms in the distance.
The CAMERA lingers on the FINAL DOMINO... moving through the
METAL DOOR.
INT. VEGAS SECURITY LOCKDOWN -- NIGHT
DOMINO HARVEY (25) sits alone at a METAL TABLE. Despite her
disheveled appearance, she looks like she could be on the cover
of VOGUE.
Her hands are cuffed together. She holds a MARLBORO RED between
the fingers on her right hand... raising it to her mouth. There
is BLOOD SPLATTERED on her hand. A small cut on her lip.
A SINGLE TEAR traces down her cheek. There is a CHILD LINGERING
just beneath the tough surface veneer.
DOMINO (V.O.)
My name is Domino Harvey.
(beat)
I am... a bounty hunter.
Domino flips a book of MATCHES between her fingers. She raises
her eyes to the GLASS WALL on the south end of the room.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
They're watching me from behind
that two way mirror. What I say
over the next several hours will
determine whether or not I spend
the rest of my life in prison.
Domino takes a pull from her Marlboro, wiping the tear away from
her face. The METAL DOOR opens... and an attractive woman in a
black business suit steps into the room. Her name is TARYN MILES
(38).
TARYN
Ms. Harvey... my name is Taryn
Miles. I'm a criminal
psychologist working for the FBI.
I'm here to ask you a few
questions.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Here's the part where I'm
supposed to get all defensive and
say... 'not until I speak with my
attorney.'
Domino takes another pull from her Marlboro... then stubs it in
the ash tray.
DOMINO (CONT'D)
Sure... I'll tell you everything
I know.
Taryn removes a file from her attache case and places it on the
table.
TARYN
Thirty-six hours ago... ten
million dollars was stolen from
an armored car that was
subsequently found abandoned at
the Hoover Dam.
EXT. DESERT -- DAWN -- THIRTY-SIX HOURS BEFORE
The CAMERA SOARS over the desert... approaching the lights at
the Hoover Dam. An ARMORED CAR is parked on the edge of the
cement abyss.
TARYN (V.O.)
The driver's name was Locus
Fender. We know that he was in on
the heist.
INT. ARMORED CAR -- NEXT
LOCUS FENDER (30s) is behind the wheel of the armored car. His
unshaven, disheveled appearance looks totally out of place in
his security uniform.
INT. VEGAS SECURITY LOCKDOWN -- NIGHT
Taryn is now scrawling notes on a pad.
TARYN
Where is the money?
DOMINO
I don't know.
TARYN
I think that you're lying. I
think you know exactly where the
money is.
DOMINO
You're trying to scare me into
falsely incriminating myself...
and it's not working. I said I'd
tell you everything I know. You
and your friends behind the
mirror.
Domino waves to the mirror. Taryn calmly opens her file...
refusing to lose control.
TARYN
Is it true that you were hired to
track down and capture the
thieves... and then deliver them
to Drake Bishop... owner of the
Stratosphere Hotel & Casino?
DOMINO
Yes.
TARYN
You then learned where the
thieves had hidden the money...
and at the instructions of your
employer went to retrieve it
yourself.
DOMINO
He sent us out to the Fender
Compound. Out in the desert near
the Chicken Ranch.
INT. FENDER HOUSE -- THE PREVIOUS NIGHT
The FRONT DOOR to this house is KICKED FORWARD... snapping
off its hinges onto the cheap tile floor.
A HISPANIC MAN named CHOCO (38) is standing there with a
SHOTGUN. He steps forward into the DOUBLE WIDE TRAILER HOME
attached to an ADOBE SHACK.
Behind him is a CAUCASIAN MAN named ED MARTIN (50s) wielding
his own shotgun.
As the two men part ways... DOMINO... wearing jeans and a T-
shirt... follows them through the doorway into the house. She
carries a SEMI-AUTOMATIC PISTOL... moving into the FAMILY ROOM
ahead of the men.
The tiny family room is pure SOUTH-WESTERN DESERT TRAILER PARK
kitsch. None of the furniture matches. Shag carpeting. Georgia
O'Keefe knockoffs on the walls. Stained wagon-wheel coffee
tables.
Domino notices the LA-Z-BOY in the corner of the room. It is
gently rocking back and forth.
A low growling noise can be heard from the kitchen.
DOMINO
EDNA! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!
Domino turns back to the men with a raised finger... issuing
a silent warning.
In the KITCHEN... EDNA FENDER (60s) is sitting on the floor
against the cabinets. There is a SHOTGUN in her left hand. A
PIT-BULL is restrained by its COLLAR in her right.
She looks down at the dog, CHI-CHI (3), with a clenched jaw.
EDNA
Sick boy... Sick-em!
SHE LETS GOT OF THE COLLAR AND CHI-CHI SPRINTS AROUND THE
CORNER...
BLAM!
Choco fires a SHOTGUN BLAST into the floor of the trailer...
detonating a HOLE in the carpet that is two feet wide.
CHI-CHI falls YELPING into the hole... cartwheeling down into
the DARK ABYSS beneath the trailer.
Domino turns back to Choco and sees that he still has his
SHOTGUN aimed at the floor. Smoke drifts from the barrels
into the gloom of the house.
CHOCO (SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
FUCK... I MISSED!
Domino throws him a nod of gratitude anyway. He returns.
DOMINO (V.O.)
That's my best friend. His name
is Choco. He's always fancied
me... but too shy to ever do
anything about it.
EDNA
Chi-Chi!
(desperate beat)
CHI-CHI!
DOMINO
Chi-Chi has gone to doggie
heaven, bitch!
Choco cocks his shotgun for emphasis. SHELLS drop down into
the abyss. He likes it when Domino talks rough.
DOMINO (CONT'D)
The next one is going to doggie
hell!
Ed snaps his fingers... and Choco removes his BACKPACK and
begins to retrieve something from it.
ED
All we want is the money, Edna!
Domino looks back at him... waiting for a signal.
DOMINO (V.O.)
That's Ed Martin. The most
legendary bounty hunter in all of
Los Angeles. He's my boss. My
mentor. The father I never had.
Edna is now SOBBING loudly.
EDNA
Chi-Chi... my poor Chi-Chi.
Ed throws Domino a nod. She moves further into the family
room.
Edna may have shitty taste... but she isn't poor. Domino
notices the MITSUBISHI widescreen. Surround Sound. DVD
Player. The Manchurian Candidate is playing.
DOMINO
The Manchurian Candidate, huh
Edna?
In the KITCHEN... Edna leans over and grabs a BUDWEISER
longneck from a STYRO-FOAM COOLER. With the shotgun still in
her left hand, she cracks the bottle open with her right and
takes a long swig.
EDNA
Is that you, Domino?
DOMINO
Nice to see you again, Edna.
Edna lets out a sly cackle... wiping the bitter tears from
her face. She is wicked tough... not to mention wicked drunk.
Age has not been kind to this desert harlot.
EDNA
Your father must be so proud.
(beat)
Look what has become of his
little angel.
Ouch. That hit Domino below the belt.
DOMINO
Listen bitch! We've got your son!
If you don't deliver the money...
we're gonna wax his fucking ass!
Edna takes another swig of Budweiser. The RAGE returns.
EDNA
YOU DON'T HAVE SHIT!
Domino turns back to Choco. He has unwrapped a LARGE OBJECT
from the backpack. It remains hidden in the shadows. Domino
stares at it with trepidation. She's in over her head.
Choco steps forward into the light and we see that the object
is a SEVERED HUMAN ARM. The BLOODY STUMP ends at the UPPER
BICEP.
Choco lobs the arm over the KITCHEN COUNTER and it lands on
the linoleum floor next to Edna with a loud thump.
ED
Don't fuck with us, Edna! There
are at least three more limbs
where that one came from!
DOMINO
I can certainly think of one
more!
Edna stares at the severed arm with her mouth twisted into a
grimace of horror.
Edna closes her eyes... takes a swig of Budweiser and then
LEAPS up onto her FEET. She COCKS the shotgun and aims it
blindly over the counter into the FAMILY ROOM.
EDNA
AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
SHE UNLOADS TWO ROUNDS. TWO SHOTGUN BLASTS RIP HOLES IN THE WALL
BETWEEN ED AND CHOCO. EVERYONE HITS THE GROUND.
Edna drops back down to the kitchen floor.
Domino's face is buried into the shag carpet. Her heart is
pounding.
DOMINO
HE'S STILL ALIVE, EDNA!
EDNA
PROVE IT!
Domino looks back at Ed... sweat pouring down his face. He
then motions to Choco... who moves out the front door.
EXT. FENDER COMPOUND -- NIGHT
Choco comes through the front door of the FENDER HOUSE... a
one-story RANCHER built from several double-wide trailers.
The FENDER COMPOUND sits out in the desert near JOSHUA TREE.
There are JUNKED CARS, BARBED WIRE and SIGNS saying Keep out,
Private Property, and Beware of Dog. Several FIRES are
burning in metal barrels... sending smoke signals out across
the horizon.
Parked near the GATE of the compound is a large WINNEBAGO.
Choco unlocks the door and steps inside.
INT. WINNEBAGO -- NEXT
Inside the winnebago are BRIAN AUSTIN GREEN (30s) and IAN
ZIERING (40s), former stars of "BEVERLY HILLS, 90210". They are
both handcuffed and splattered with blood. We will soon learn
why.
Next to them sits an AFGHANI MAN named ALF (40s). He is
eating PIZZA at the kitchen table while watching "WHO WANTS
TO BE A MILLIONAIRE" on a small television.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
We gotta show Edna her son.
The Afghani nods his head... waiting for the show contestant
to answer the question.
ALF (IN ARABIC WITH SUBTITLES)
Eat dick. I'm watching
Millionaire.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Raghead.
ALF (IN ARABIC WITH SUBTITLES)
Wetback.
Alf wipes his mouth and turns to the back of the winnebago.
DOMINO (V.O.)
That's our driver. He's from
Afghanistan. He once ate a cat.
(beat)
We can't understand how to
pronounce his fucking name so we
just call him Alf. The cat-eating
alien.
We see that he is wearing a T-shirt with a picture of ALF (THE
ORANGE FUR COVERED SITCOM ALIEN) on it.
Alf disappears behind a curtain. We hear someone moaning from
back there. Alf mumbles something.
Choco looks at his watch anxiously. He seems to be under a
lot of pressure. His clothes are splattered with blood. The
entire Winnebago is splattered with blood. Some nasty shit
has transpired.
Alf emerges from the back of the winnebago with Locus Fender.
His LEFT ARM is missing. The wound has been sealed with DUCT
TAPE. He is pale and delirious from the loss of blood.
Choco helps Alf drag him out of the winnebago.
EXT. FENDER COMPOUND -- NEXT
Alf and Choco walk Locus toward the front entrance to the
house. His shoes drag through the sand. Choco coughs at the
smoke from the burning barrels.
INT. VEGAS SECURITY LOCKDOWN -- NIGHT
Taryn is scrawling notes on her legal pad.
TARYN
How did Locus Fender lose his
arm?
DOMINO
He had the combination to the
safe tattooed on his arm.
INT. FENDER HOUSE -- NEXT
Choco and Alf arrive in the doorway with LOCUS. He seems to
be regaining consciousness.
LOCUS
Momma! What'd you do with my
momma!
EDNA
LOCUS! BABY... I'M HERE!
DOMINO
Turn over your weapon, Edna!
After another swig of Bud, Edna rises from behind the kitchen
counter. She throws the shotgun to Domino... who catches it
with one hand.
ED
(to Locus)
Give her the combination to the
safe or you're gonna be twenty-
five percent more paraplegic.
Ed is all business as he places the barrels of his shotgun
against the man's RIGHT SHOULDER. Locus nods his head slowly.
He is terrified.
LOCUS
Momma... I need you to say...
exactly as I do.
(slurring)
The combination code is on the
wrist... just above the palm.
You'll need to get the decoder
from my bedroom.
Edna turns to move down the hall.
DOMINO
Not so fast!
Domino moves toward Edna with her gun pointed in her face.
DOMINO (CONT'D)
I'm coming with you.
INT. FENDER HOUSE -- BEDROOM -- NEXT
Domino follows Edna down the hallway into the BEDROOM. Edna
immediately begins to rifle through the middle dresser
drawer. Domino notices a huge VELVET PAINTING of a young Edna
as a SHOWGIRL hanging above the water bed.
Edna retrieves a CIRCULAR CARDBOARD DECODER RING. It appears
to be made out of several PAPER PLATES.
DOMINO
Is that the decoder?
EDNA
Yeah.
INT. FENDER HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Edna now sits in the La-Z-Boy. Ed drops the severed arm into
her lap. There are NUMBERS and LETTERS TATTOOED ALL OVER IT.
Ed glances over at a LARGE ANTIQUE SAFE in the corner of the
trailer.
ED
You have twenty minutes to open
that safe.
Edna begins to run her finger along her son's severed arm...
reading off LETTERS and NUMBERS... turning the WHEEL of the
DECODER RING.
Domino drops down onto the couch. She looks exhausted. They
have been through hell and it shows.
DOMINO (V.O.)
I've never killed anyone. I hope
to never kill anyone.
Even if they deserve it. My
agenda is to kick ass and secure
the bounty.
Ed passes Domino one of Edna's Budweisers and drops down on
the couch next to her. She takes a long swig.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
If I'm on this side of the law...
I can live the low life and avoid
jail. I can live the nasty and
not do time for it.
(beat)
That's called the best of both
worlds.
The CAMERA moves in toward Domino's face.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
As for that other world... that
90210 world... it's not for me.
On the TELEVISION... actor LAURENCE HARVEY (40s) appears on
the screen with FRANK SINATRA and JANET LEIGH.
ED
Is that him?
Domino nods her head slowly. Choco takes a seat on the other
side of the couch, popping the cap off his own Budweiser.
DOMINO (V.O.)
My real father was an actor. He
died when I was a little girl.
ED
Wow. Laurence Harvey. He knew
Frank Sinatra?
(beat)
I knew Frank.
Edna SNORTS sarcastically from the La-Z-Boy.
EDNA
Who didn't?
ED
Shut the fuck up, Edna.
(looking at his watch)
You have seventeen minutes to
deliver that combination.
Ed turns back to the screen.
ED (CONT'D)
Is that the bitch from Murder,
She Wrote?
They watch the film unfold silently. The CAMERA MOVES in toward
the Mitsubishi widescreen. The Manchurian Candidate fills the
screen. ANGELA LANSBURY berates LAURENCE HARVEY.
DOMINO (V.O.)
You're probably wondering how a
girl like me arrived here at the
ass end of the Nevada desert with
a blood-spattered Winnebago and a
one-armed man. To do that... I'll
have to start at the beginning.
Domino takes a sip of beer.
IMAGES BLEED FROM THE PAST: A BARRAGE OF PHOTOGRAPHS from
DOMINO'S CHILDHOOD in LONDON. PHOTOS of LAURENCE HARVEY and
SOPHIE THOMAS (20s)... Domino's mother. SUPER-8 family footage
bleeds into... a CHARITY FAIR... Harvey wins a RING TOSS and
hands DOMINO (8) a PRIZE GOLDFISH in a bag of water... Domino
places the GOLDFISH into a bowl... watches it from her bed at
home as she goes to sleep. DOMINO... throwing a ROSE on the
CASKET at her father's funeral.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
After dad passed on, Mum's agenda
was to hit the town and find
another husband with a boatload
of cash.
INT. LONDON APARTMENT -- EVENING
Sophie is dolled up for a night on the town... CLEAVAGE spilling
out of her cocktail dress. Domino is feeding her pet GOLDFISH.
"THUNDERBIRDS" plays on the television.
SOPHIE
Be kind to your sitter.
Domino glances back at a dowdy BRITISH NANNY (50s). She
immediately walks over and turns off the television.
NANNY
Time for bed... little one.
Domino grits her teeth.
INT. LONDON APARTMENT -- LATER THAT NIGHT
Sophie comes stumbling into the apartment with a ROD STEWART
look-alike. The NANNY is hog-tied with DUCT-TAPE on the couch.
EXT. LONDON CATHOLIC SCHOOL -- DAY
Sophie kisses Domino good-bye at the gate of the boarding
school. Two NUNS approach... and she is left standing there
alone with her GOLDFISH in its bowl.
DOMINO (V.O.)
My mischief was cramping mum's
husband hunting. She decided to
sock me and my goldfish Sammy
away in boarding school.
INT. LONDON CATHOLIC SCHOOL -- DAY
Domino sits on her bunk... staring at her goldfish. It begins to
flail helplessly... floating to the top.
DOMINO (V.O.)
A week later Sammy died. It was a
pivotal moment in my life.
INT. LONDON CATHOLIC SCHOOL -- BATHROOM -- NEXT
Domino stands over the toilet with tears in her eyes. She drops
the goldfish into the toilet.
DOMINO (V.O.)
It was then that I realized God
designed us all to perish. I
decided to never invest too much
emotion in one thing. It's always
a set up to the pain of losing
them.
The CAMERA follows the dead goldfish down the toilet bowl and
into an ABYSS OF SHIT. (Trainspotting)
INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH CATHEDRAL -- DAYS LATER
Domino (9) stands on the floor of a CATHOLIC CATHEDRAL with a
group of Catholic school students on a field trip. She reaches
out and steals a SILVER DOLLAR from the OFFERING PLATE...
placing it in her pocket. A NUN eyes her suspiciously.
Domino gazes up at the ceiling, at a painting of GOD staring
back at her.
DOMINO (V.O.)
God created me in his image.
(beat)
I guess he had a thing for
models.
INT. LONDON FASHION SHOW - 1995 (POSS. DAVIS FACTOR STUDIO)
(THE CULT - FIRE WOMAN)
Domino (15) struts down the CATWALK at a fashion show. She
looks gorgeous.
DOMINO (V.O.)
I started on the runways in
England.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Like most models, I was bored
with life. I hated everything...
and everyone.
Another MODEL clips Domino in the shoulder as they pass one
another on the catwalk.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
If you think America is dirtbag
central... clearly you've never
been to the sleaze-nation of our
Queen mother.
Domino turns around and grabs the girl by the hair. She screams
out... clawin at Domino's face. They both tumble to the floor
of the catwalk. People in the audience gasp in horror as
FLASHBULBS erupt all around them.
INT. LONDON APARTMENT - DAY
On a BEC ENTERTAINMENT NEWS SHOW... the CAST of "BEVERLY HILLS
90210" stands before a cheering crowd at a London shopping mall.
Clips of all of the actors are shown. Sophie sits on the couch
with a JACK RUSSELL TERRIER in her lap... smoking a cigarette.
She seems enthralled with them.
SOPHIE
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Behind her... Domino is playing with a pair of NUMB-CHUCKS...
wearing her CATHOLIC SCHOOL UNIFORM.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Mum was determined to move us to
Beverly Hills. That damn show
started it all.
IMAGE BLEED: A 747 descends over LOS ANGELES... Domino (16)
peers through the window at the lights of the city... PALM
TREES... SUNSHINE... RODEO DRIVE...
EXT. BEVERLY HILLS MANSION -- DAY
Domino (16) is in the back yard of a MANSION in BEVERLY
HILLS. She is still playing with her NUMB-CHUCKS. Marc
Osborne (40s) is chatting with friends around the pool.
DOMINO (V.O.)
She re-married to a man named
Marc Osborne. He invested in a
restaurant called Planet
Hollywood. We were never that
close.
STILL BLACK & WHITE IMAGE: Domino stands in front of a Planet
Hollywood with Osborne, Sophie, ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER, BRUCE
WILLIS, DEMI MOORE and SYLVESTER STALLONE.
Sophie comes out onto the patio with the Jack Russell terrier
under her arm... sipping a MARTINI.
SOPHIE
Domino! Give the goddamn numb-
chucks a rest already. It's time
for supper!
Sophie shakes her head in disgust as she moves back inside the
mansion.
DOMINO (V.O.)
I tried Beverly Hills High for a
spell... but it didn't work out.
INT. WEST BEVERLY HIGH -- BATHROOM -- DAY
Domino is in a GNARLY CAT-FIGHT with this BEVERLY HILLS GIRL.
Violent hair-pulling. Screaming crowd surrounds them. Tampons
and hairbrushes are flying.
DOMINO (V.O.)
I hated them. I hated them all.
EXT. CALIFORNIA UNIVERSITY -- SORORITY ROW -- DAY
Domino (18) stands in front of the PI PHI HOUSE at sorority
rush... as a group of gorgeous young women jump up and down...
CLAPPING... SINGING SONGS.
DOMINO (V.O.)
College was even worse. Mum
convinced me to joined a
sorority. It was all fun and
games at first.
INT. SORORITY HOUSE -- DAYS LATER
Domino and the other PLEDGES are now lined up against the WALL
in the back hall of the sorority house, all of them stripped
down to their BRAS and PANTIES.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Then the hazing started.
The same SORORITY GIRL has now become a VICIOUS PLEDGE TRAINER.
SORORITY GIRL
Look at you fat fucking bitches.
She walks up to a HEAVYSET GIRL with a BLACK MARKER in hand and
begins to circle the CELLULITE on her ass. The girl is trembling
with humiliation... tears flowing down her cheeks.
SORORITY GIRL (CONT'D)
Look at this fucking fat! It's
fucking disgusting!!!
The Sorority Girl approaches an enraged Domino... who doesn't
have an ounce of fat on her body.
SORORITY GIRL (CONT'D)
Look at those mosquito bites.
What's it like having the body of
a ten year old boy?
Domino leans in to analyze the girl's face.
DOMINO
Did you get a nose job?
DOMINO THEN PUNCHES HER IN THE FACE AS HARD AS SHE CAN. The girl
falls against the wall... BLOOD gushing from her nose.
SORORITY GIRL
AAHHH! OHHH MY GOD!!
INT. SCHOOL COUNSELOR'S OFFICE -- DAYS LATER
Domino sits across from her SCHOOL COUNSELOR. Sophie is there
next to her... looking completely BAFFLED.
COUNSELOR
What is it about sorority life
that bothers you?
DOMINO
Everything. It is a ghastly
existence.
SOPHIE
Why must you fight... everything
that is normal? You are blessed
with such beauty. Life could be
so easy... if only you allowed
yourself to fit the mold.
DOMINO
The mold? I am living among these
crypto-fascist Orange County
cunts... with daddy's BMW and the
boob job... just waiting to
implode.
SOPHIE
Crypto-fascist? Who talks like
this?!
DOMINO
I refuse to turn out like them.
Twenty-one years old and they're
already looking for a husband.
(beat)
Stupid fucking cunts with no self-
esteem. They let the boys control
their lives. Not me.
SOPHIE
(cringing)
Must you use that awful word?
DOMINO
Cunt.
SOPHIE
Stop it.
DOMINO
Cunt.
SOPHIE
I said stop it.
DOMINO
Cunt. It's just a word. Why does
everyone in this fucking country
get their knickers in a twist by
the slightest bit of indecent
conversation?
The Therapist sighs to himself. He retrieves a SCANTRON TEST
that she has filled out with the words "FUCK OFF". There is a
big red "F" at the top.
THERAPIST
This is your mid-term exam?
SOPHIE
She's dyslexic. She's always had
trouble with assignments.
EXT. SANTA MONICA BEACH -- SUNSET [CONCRETE BLONDE - JOEY]
Domino sits alone on the beach... smoking a cigarette.
DOMINO (V.O.)
A week later I was expelled.
Newspapers and other TRASH blow across the sand toward Domino. A
piece of an LA WEEKLY hits her shoulder. She grabs it...
glancing down at the back page where there is an ADVERTISEMENT:
PROFESSIONAL BOUNTY HUNTERS WANTED
$99 SEMINAR WITH BAIL BONDSMAN CLAREMONT WILLIAMS III!
There is a picture of a OLDER BLACK MAN named CLAREMONT WILLIAMS III
(50s) staring back at her. He is wearing a THREE-PIECE SUIT.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
In the end... it all came down to
fate. An LA Weekly advert strewn
across a desolate beach.
The CAMERA moves in toward the picture of Claremont Williams
III.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Claremont Williams III. The
legendary bail bondsman. A few
months later we met face to face.
INT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTRE -- DAY
Claremont Williams now stands before a PODIUM on the stage of a
decrepit COMMUNITY CENTER in the city of Hawthorne.
CLAREMONT
As a bail-bondsman... I am the go-
between for the court and the
criminal. For a ten percent
fee... I will guarantee the
amount set by the court.
The room is filled with several dozen aspiring BOUNTY HUNTERS.
Most of them are MEN... but there are a few WOMEN scattered
about.
INT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- LOBBY -- NEXT
Domino approaches a TABLE set up in the LOBBY of the community
center: Choco is sitting at the table.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
May I help you?
DOMINO
Yes... I'm here for the bounty
hunter seminar.
Choco stares Domino up and down. She is wearing a TANK TOP...
TIGHT JEANS and HIGH HEELS. A BELLY CHAIN rests just below her
navel. She looks spectacular. Choco swallows hard.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Ninety-nine dollars. Cash.
Domino drops a HUNDRED onto the table.
DOMINO
Keep the change.
Choco watches Domino in awe as she struts into the community
center... high heels CLACKING on the linoleum floor. It is love
at first sight.
INT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- NEXT
Domino walks down the CENTER AISLE between the rows of chairs
filled with the various assortment of BIKERS... EX-CONS...
LOSERS and WANNABES hoping to become bounty hunters. (NOTE:
Gusmano - real people casting)
CLAREMONT
If the felon does a no-show on
his trial date, I will bring in a
bounty hunter to recapture the
defendant or I will face having
to pay the court myself.
Claremont raises his eyes... noticing Domino as she works her
way down the third row... searching for an open chair.
CLAREMONT (CONT'D)
This occurs most frequently...
because the collateral or
guarantee given... to the bail
bondsman... turns out to be
worthless... or... uh...
difficult to liquidate...
(beat)
In layman's terms. We get ten
percent of the bail.
Claremont has entirely lost his train of thought. He cannot stop
staring at Domino as she works her way to her seat. The entire
room full of wannabes is staring at her as well. She could not
look more out of place.
CLAREMONT (CONT'D)
(clearing his throat)
In a few minutes... Ed Martin
will take the stage and begin the
seminar on how to become a bounty
hunter.
(beat)
Thank you.
Polite APPLAUSE from the crowd. Domino pulls out a BRAND NEW
SPIRAL NOTEBOOK and a BIC PEN... ready to take extensive notes.
Next to her... a LOSER (40s) is gawking at her. He turns back to
a conversation he was having with another LOSER.
LOSER #1
(licking his lips)
Hot damn... I knew there were
groupies... but I never thought
they'd show up at a seminar.
LOSER #2
(to Domino)
How about it? You want to ride
some bounty hunter cock?
Domino does not even look at him.
DOMINO
Fuck you, douche-bag.
Choco peers through the entrance from the lobby at Domino...
INT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- LOBBY -- NEXT
...but is summoned back into the lobby by Ed, who is counting
MONEY at the table. He drops the last stack of bills into a
MANILA ENVELOPE.
Ed looks to the front entrance. There are several WANNABES
lurking around the entrance... smoking cigarettes and talking in
small groups.
ED
Alright. Time to ditch this
thing. Did you take a look at the
bathroom window?
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
I forgot.
ED
For the love of God. Not Spanish
again. Who's the girl?
Ed throws Choco a quizzical look. Choco shrugs, looks away.
Claremont struts through the lobby and Ed casually hands him his
cut of the cash.
CLAREMONT
Gentlemen, it has been a
pleasure.
Claremont walks out.
ED
Bathroom window. Five minutes.
I'll have the engine running.
Choco grunts with displeasure as Ed moves toward the bathroom.
96 FPS SLOW MOTION on Ed as he struts toward CAMERA:
DOMINO (V.O.)
If you hang out with Ed long
enough, he'll tell you about
Danang.
He'll tell you about the North
Vietnamese tunnel he found and
the battle that ensued. This man
is a warrior. That day in Danang
made him one.
INT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- NEXT
Domino sighs impatiently... looking at her watch. The crowd is
getting restless. A FAT WOMAN sitting in front of Domino begins
to complain.
FAT WOMAN
For Chrissakes... when is this
thing gonna get started? I left
my kids at Chuckie-fucking-Cheese
and it's gonna close in an hour.
What kind of piece of shit
seminar is this?
Domino looks at her watch and sighs.
INT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- LOBBY -- MOMENTS LATER
Domino comes into the lobby. Choco is no longer at the table.
Domino sighs impatiently... looking at her watch.
INT. WOMEN'S BATHROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
Domino is applying LIPSTICK in the bathroom mirror. There is a
LOUD GROANING NOISE coming through the wall. Domino's eyes dart
over to the wall. She puts her ear to the wall as the GROANING
NOISES grow even louder.
INT. MEN'S BATHROOM -- NEXT
Domino pushes open the door to the MEN'S BATHROOM. She stares in
disbelief as Choco is trying to wedge his body out the window.
His ASS is stuck in the small window frame and his legs are
wiggling back and forth as he tries to pull himself through.
DOMINO
Motherfucker.
She storms in... grabs Choco from behind just as he drops
through... RIP!
EXT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- NEXT
...and tries to pull Choco back in. 96 FPS SLOW MOTION on
Choco's freaked out face:
DOMINO (V.O.)
To say that Choco is a product of
a broken home is to presume a
home existed in the first place.
No, Choco never had a home.
Not unless you count the ten or
so juvenile correction facilities
where he spent his childhood.
Choco falls to the ground.
INT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- LOBBY -- NEXT
Domino storms through the lobby toward the exit... pushing her
way through the group of WANNABES on cigarette break.
EXT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER
Domino rounds the corner of the building into the PARKING LOT...
just as Choco pushes his way through the window frame and lands
on the gravel.
Domino watches Choco as he wipes the dirt from his clothes.
HEADLIGHTS approach. It is a blue EL CAMINO. Ed is behind the
wheel.
DOMINO
What the fuck is this shit?
Choco just stares at Domino... unsure what to do.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Shit.
Choco runs around the front of the El Camino and opens the
passenger side door.
INT. EL CAMINO -- NEXT
Choco falls into the passenger seat and slams the door.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Drive.
Just as Ed puts the car into DRIVE... Domino steps into the path
of the headlight beams and retrieves a 10 INCH HUNTING KNIFE
from her purse. She HURLS the knife at the El Camino and it
PLUNGES DEAD CENTER into the glass... SHATTERING the windshield
in a spider-pattern.
Ed and Choco stare incredulously at the 10 INCH BLADE that has
pierced through the glass.
ED
What the... who is this bitch?
EXT. HAWTHORNE COMMUNITY CENTER -- PARKING LOT -- NEXT
Ed and Choco exit the El Camino just as Domino retrieves her
knife from the windshield. She grips it in her right hand...
threatening them.
DOMINO
Where the fuck do you think
you're going?
Choco and Ed just stare at one another incredulously.
DOMINO (CONT'D)
These people paid good money for
a seminar!
Ed retrieves the ENVELOPE from his jacket and pulls out a
HUNDRED DOLLARS.
ED
You want your money back?
(holding out the bills)
Here... take it.
Domino considers her options.
DOMINO
I don't want my fucking money
back... I want a job.
(beat)
You take me on as part of your
team... or else.
Ed laughs to himself.
ED
Or else what?
Domino whips out a pair of NUMB-CHUCKS from her purse and begins
to WHIP them around her body in an elaborate display of numb-
chuckery. (NOTE: Find body double for Domino) Choco gawks at
Domino. It is love at second sight for him... all over again.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Holy shit... this bitch is
fierce.
DOMINO
I've been training since I was
twelve. Knives. Guns. Throwing
stars. You name it... I can fight
with it. I'm a hard worker and a
fast learner.
(beat)
Nothing scares me. I'm not afraid
to die.
Ed looks at Choco... shaking his head in disbelief.
ED
You want to be a bounty hunter.
Why does a pretty little thing
like you want to be a bounty
hunter?
DOMINO
Because I want justice. I want to
help put these sleazebags back in
jail where they belong.
(smiles)
And I want to have a little fun.
Ed chuckles to himself.
ED
Okay... Pretty Woman. I'll give
you tonight. See if you can take
it.
Domino raises her knife.
DOMINO
You can save that Pretty Woman
shit. The name is Domino.
ED
(patronizing baby talk)
Domino. Do you have a last
name... Domino?
DOMINO
No last names. Just Domino. The
less you know about me the
better, okay?
Ed nods his head and opens the driver's side door.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Where are we going?
ED
On a raid. If she wants to see
justice... we gonna take Domino
to the Jungle, baby.
EXT. JUNGLE -- NEXT
The El Camino pulls into the entrance to the JUNGLE. The
neighborhood of LOW INCOME HOUSES winds upward into the HILLSIDE
adjacent to the wall. Ed parks the El Camino next to the curb.
INT. EL CAMINO -- NEXT
Choco retrieves a MUG SHOT from the glove compartment. Domino
looks at a photograph of a man named CHARLES "COOKIE" KINCAID
(19).
ED
Bail jumper's name is Cookie
Kincaid. Nineteen years old. His
mommie posted bail when he was
arrested for allegedly partaking
in a drive-by shooting in
Hawthorne.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
He killed two children.
ED
(throwing Choco a look)
Fella takes out two kids and has
the audacity to not show up for
trial.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
We gotta bring him in.
ED
Will you speak the fucking
English language? The poor girl
has no clue what you're talking
about.
(to Domino)
The boy speaks English, you know.
Reads, writes, I swear it. He
does this when he's around girls.
Thinks it's cute.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
I'm gonna kill you, Ed.
Ed turns back to Domino.
ED
Tell him it's not cute. Will you
tell him, Domino!?
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Chinga te y tu mama tambien.
Domino looks on as they go back and forth on each other at the
top of their lungs. They are kinda' cute.
EXT. TINA KINCAID'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
They walk toward the front door. Ed rings the doorbell. TINA
KINCAID (37) opens the front door. Ed holds up the mug shot.
Tina stares at them through the screen.
ED
You can make this easy, Tina...
or you can make it real
complicated. Your son is gonna be
dead meat unless you let us bring
him in.
Tina slowly opens the screen door to let them into the house.
INT. TINA KINCAID'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
Tina sits on the couch across from Ed. Domino and Choco watch as
she counts out the TWO-HUNDRED DOLLARS Ed has given her.
DOMINO (V.O.)
For two-hundred dollars... Tina
gave us her son's whereabouts. A
local Gang-banger hideout up the
street.
EXT. JUNGLE -- LATER ON
Domino stands with Ed and Choco at the TAILGATE of the El
Camino. There is a SHELL mounted on the back of the truck bed. A
remote control panel opens, revealing an arsenal of weapons. Ed
retrieves three SHOTGUNS and hands them out.
DOMINO (V.O.)
I could feel the blood coursing
through my veins. Shotgun in
hand, kicking down a door and
wondering if there was heavy fire
power on the other side.
They begin their approach up the hill to Dexter house.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Turns out... my first raid was to
be a near disaster.
Domino reaches into her pocket and retrieves the SILVER DOLLAR
that she stole from the Cathedral in London... rubbing it for
good luck.
INT. TINA KINCAID'S HOUSE -- NEXT
Tina rushes into the MASTER BEDROOM.
TINA
Cookie! Coast is clear baby.
COOKIE KINCAID crawls out from underneath the bed.
DOMINO (V.O.)
That bitch Tina set us up. The
oreo cookie was hiding underneath
her bed all along.
Cookie grabs the TELEPHONE from the night stand and begins to
dial a number.
INT. DEXTER HOUSE -- LIVING ROOM -- NEXT
Inside the DEXTER HOOSE... LARENZ "CREEP" DEXTER (20s) answers
the phone.
CREEP
Hello?
COOKIE (PHONE)
Creep. It's Cookie. There's three
Five-O's about to knock down your
front door.
Click. Dialtone. Creep's eyes widen in panic. That panic quickly
turns to RAGE.
INT. DEXTER HOUSE -- KITCHEN -- NEXT
Creep comes into the KITCHEN. There are SEVEN GANG-BANGERS in
there watching TV. The place is swimming in FORTIES and BLUNTS.
CREEP
Fuckin' Five-O.
Everyone goes for their GUNS.
EXT. DEXTER HOUSE -- NEXT
Ed stands on the front porch, flanked by Domino and Choco,
SHOTGUNS in hand.
ED
Here we go.
Ed KICKS DOWN the front door.
INT. DEXTER HOUSE -- NEXT
The BOUNTY HUNTER TRIO rushes through the FOYER into the
KITCHEN... and immediately find themselves surrounded. The GANG-
BANGERS all have their own GUNS pointed at them. (NOTE: Gusmano real
people casting)
MEXICAN STAND-OFF. A SCREAMING FURY ENSUES.
EVERYONE
FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER... DROP THE
MOTHERFUCKING GUN... WHERE THE
FUCK IS COOKIE...
SMASH CUT TO CATHEDRAL IN LONDON: Domino (9) stands among the
nuns... staring up at the ceiling. The CRAZY NUN watches her.
DOMINO (V.O.)
That night... my coin was tossed.
Heads you live... tails you die.
SMASH CUT TO CLOUDS: A SILVER DOLLAR SPINNING THROUGH THE AIR
AGAINST CLOUDS ABOVE THE SUNSET.
SHOTGUNS EXPLODE. BULLETS FLY.
SHELLS TEAR INTO CHOCO... THEN ED... THEN DOMINO. BLOOD EXPLODES
FROM THEIR BODIES. THEIR LIMBS FLAIL BACKWARDS AS THOUGH THEY
ARE ATTACHED TO RAG DOLLS.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Fifty-fifty chance. Life or
death. My destiny was life. Life
as a bounty hunter.
SMASH CUT TO CLOUDS: The SILVER DOLLAR spins through the clouds.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
This ain't Sunset Boulevard.
The IMAGE REWINDS... the SHOTGUN SHELLS fly back into the
barrels of the shotguns.
BING.
The IMAGE PLAYS IN FORWARD MOTION... this time the SCREAMING
FRENZY DIES DOWN. Domino has lowered her gun and retrieved a
BLUNT from the table. She takes a drag and exhales pot smoke
into the room.
CREEP
What is this shit?
Domino stares at Creep... the ADRENALINE pumping through her
veins. Mary Jane coursing through her lungs.
DOMINO
We're not cops. We're bounty
hunters. All we want is Cookie.
You tell us where he is... and
I'll...
Creep darts his eyes back at the others.
CREEP
And you'll what?
Domino stares at Creep. She flips the silver dollar through her
fingers... her mind racing.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Sometimes a girl has to be
naughty in order to get herself
out of a jam.
DOMINO (CONT'D)
I'll give you a lap dance. Bra
and panties on.
Creep licks his lips.
CREEP
Awww shiiiitt. Girl... you be
freakin' with me?
Domino takes off her shirt. She then retrieves her BUTTERFLY
KNIFE from her pocket
DOMINO
You or your friends touch me...
I'll cut your balls off.
INT. DEXTER HOUSE -- KITCHEN -- LATER ON
Domino is dancing seductively in the kitchen in a bra and BLACK
G-STRING PANTIES. Creep is in a chair in the center of the room.
Domino gyrates to the music... placing her BUTTERFLY KNIFE in
her mouth. She gyrates on Creep's crotch. He thrusts his pelvis
into her... loving every minute of it,
DOMINO (V.O.)
It worked. We got the scoop on
how to find Cookie.
Choco watches Domino in awe from the corner of the kitchen. Ed
stands near her with his arms across his chest in disapproval.
INT. SEEDY MOTEL ROOM -- DAY
The Bounty Hunters break into a MOTEL ROOM and nail Cookie.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Two weeks later we nailed him.
Domino and Ed HIGH FIVE as Choco cuffs the little bastard.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
From that day on... Eddie, Choco
and I... we were inseparable.
EXT. DMV -- SANTA MONICA -- DAY
The CAMERA follows Ed, Choco and Domino as they approach the
entrance to the DMV.
DOMINO
Why are we going to the DMV?
ED
The DMV is the de facto conduit
for humanity.
Every human being that we track
down has a record in their
database. Every other database...
social security... credit
bureau... LAPD... FBI... relies
on the DMV as its hub. Claremont
has people on the inside who feed
us information.
INT. DMV -- SANTA MONICA -- NEXT
The group now moves through the DMV. The internal maze of
cubicles filled with anonymous Government employees.
ED
The rich... the poor... and
everyone in between is a slave to
this institution.
Domino looks at all of the BLACK WOMEN working within the maze.
ED (CONT'D)
And the gatekeepers of humanity
turn out to be a bunch of fat,
sassy black women.
Choco leans in to whisper something in Domino's ear.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Claremont fucks them all.
Ed approaches one of the WINDOWS.
ED
Hey Shantelle... have you seen
Claremont?
SHANTELLE
He's in the lounge with Keisha.
INT. DMV -- LOUNGE -- NEXT
Claremont has a woman named KEISHA bent over a chair in the
lounge. He is fucking her hard from behind.
ROBOTIC FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
Now serving B023 at window number
six.
MONTAGE [MARLBORO ON ACID]:
Ed and Choco chasing a REDNECK down an ALLEY... Domino tackles
and handcuffs a MEXICAN MAN in a wife-beater in a RALPH'S
PARKING LOT.
DOMINO (V.O.)
After six months... Claremont
hired Alf to drive us around...
we were so busy.
ALF pulls up in front of the BAIL BONDS OFFICE in a CHEVY
IMPALA. The TEAM comes out of the entrance.
Claremont counting STACKS OF MONEY at his desk with an old
school ADDING MACHINE.
The TEAM is on the road to TEXAS in a beat-up CHEVY IMPALA. Alf
is behind the wheel. DOMINO MAKES EYE CONTACT WITH AN OLD INDIAN
MAN AT A GAS STATION OUTSIDE OF BARSTOW. HE TIPS HIS HAT IN HER
DIRECTION...
The TEAM stands outside of a seedy TRAILER. Choco does a twenty
yard sprint and LEAPS FORWARD feet first... exploding the
trailer door off its upper hinges. A REDNECK inside leaps off
the couch as they storm inside.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Sometimes we went as far east as
Texas.
The TEAM bursts into a TEXAS STRIP CLUB... GUNS BLAZING...
DOMINO (CONT'D)
When there's cash on the table...
the line between law enforcer and
criminal becomes rather blurry.
The TEAM collecting a BRIEFCASE FULL OF COCAINE from some TEXAS
COPS in return for their bounty.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Sometimes we'd accept seized
narcotics for a payment instead
of cash. The street re-sale value
let us triple our payday.
The TEAM knocking back drinks at a TEXAS HONKY TONK BAR. The
"FOUR MUSKETEERS" high five. Domino rides the ELECTRONIC BULL...
Choco watches as her G-STRING is exposed.
EXT. MACDONALD'S PLAYLAND -- ARIZONA BORDER -- DAY
TWO FBI AGENTS photograph Domino and Ed with a LONG LENS CAMERA
as they sit at the outdoor patio of a MACDONALD'S PLAYLAND.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Little did I know that the FBI
liked to keep tabs on us bounty
hunters.
Domino tears into a QUARTER POUNDER. Ed glances over at
PLAYLAND. Choco is swimming through a SEA OF PLASTIC BALLS...
frolicking with a bunch of MEXICAN CHILDREN.
DOMINO (CONT'D)
So Ed. What did you do before you
became a bounty hunter?
ED
I was a musician.
Domino's eyes widen.
DOMINO
Really? Did you play in a band?
ED
Yeah. I played base guitar for
Pat Benatar.
Domino puts her hand to her chest.
DOMINO
I... love... Pat Benatar.
ED
Yeah?! Well... I loved her too.
DOMINO
Oh my God... you mean... the two
of you dated?!
ED
We dated off and on for two
years. But life on the road is
tough. The pressure of the
tour... relationships within a
band... sometimes it leads to
jealousy.
Ed glances over at Choco. He is dunking a SCREAMING CHILD head
first into the balls. The kids adore him.
Domino looks over at Choco in the sea of balls.
DOMINO
How did you meet Choco?
ED
I found him pan-handling on Third
Street Promenade.
Took him under my wing. We been
hunting together ever since.
Choco arrives from Playland. His clothes are all wet.
ED (CONT'D)
Jesus Christ! What's that smell?
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
The children like to urinate in
the balls.
ED
Fuckin' A! We got a five hour
drive back to LA ahead of us.
EXT. MACDONALD'S -- PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER
Choco is now stripped down to his boxer shorts in the back
PARKING LOT of the MacDonald's. Alf is hosing him down. Domino
stares at Choco... admiring his body.
DOMINO (V.O.)
We may have been dysfunctional,
but we worked. We were family.
INT. GHETTO HOUSE -- NIGHT
A GANG-BANGER has a SHOTGUN pointed at Choco's face, staring Ed
down.
GANG-BANGER (IN SPANISH)
ONE STEP CLOSER AND I'LL BLOW HIS
FUCKING FACE OFF!
Ed, sweat pouring down his temple, stays put. Domino approaches
the Gang-banger from behind, places her pistol to his head.
DOMINO
Put... the gun... down.
Choco sticks his finger into the shotgun barrel.
GANG-BANGER (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
D'fuck you think you're doing?
ED
Choco... what are you doing...
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
He's full of shit.
Choco then removes his finger and places his forehead against
the shotgun.
CHOCO (CONT'D)
Do it. I dare you.
The Gang-banger, freaked out, lowers his shotgun. Ed swallows
hard, then moves in to cuff him.
MONTAGE [MARLBORO ON ACID]:
Choco... in the lounge of the DMV... BREAK-DANCING. He is
surrounded by FAT, SASSY BLACK WOMEN cheering him on. Raoul
squeals with excitement.
Domino in a NIGHTCLUB... POSING UNDERCOVER. She takes a GUY in
the MEN'S BATHROOM... CHOCO EMERGES FROM A STALL WITH A GUN.
DOMINO (V.O.)
In 2003 I was named Bounty Hunter.
of the year.
Claremont presents Domino with a PLAQUE at the HAWTHORNE
COMMUNITY CENTER in front of 50 WANNABE BOUNTY HUNTERS.
CLAREMONT
To the woman who brings beauty
and grace to our profession.
Domino Harvey.
Huge applause. Claremont hugs Domino. A tear traces her cheek.
FAMILY PHOTO: Domino, Ed, Choco and Alf holding SHOTGUNS.
EXT. SOPHIE THOMAS MANSION -- BACK PATIO -- DAY
Domino has thrown a huge POOL PARTY at her mother's mansion.
Alf floats in the pool... passed out drunk on an air mattress.
On the other side of the pool... RAOUL has a bunch of his
HOMEMADE JEWELRY laid on blankets for sale. His HAIR SALON
FRIENDS are sifting through it. Others are getting their TURBO
NAILS done.
Claremont sits with Ed and Choco at a table... playing CARDS.
Claremont takes a puff off his cigar.
CLAREMONT
Check out the luscious action by
the pool.
Lateesha & VARIOUS FRIENDS are all dancing by the side of the
pool with MARGARITAS in hand. Ed looks at Lateesha's BEHIND.
ED
Claremont, you're a chubby
chaser.
CLAREMONT
You white folks don't understand
the natural beauty of a woman's
figure. Those are birthing hips.
More cushion for the pushin'.
Lateesha winks at Claremont from across the pool. He goes over
to dance with her.
Ed and Choco see Domino emerge from the pool in her Bikini. She
looks astonishing.
ED
Now that's an ass.
Choco stares at her... hopelessly in love.
Across the PATIO... Sophie arrives home from out of town with
her NEW BOYFRIEND. She looks at the party... completely
flabbergast.
SOPHIE
Good lord.
EXT. SOPHIE THOMAS MANSION -- MASTER BEDROOM -- LATER THAT NIGHT
Sophie rolls over in bed... unable to sleep. TECHNO MUSIC blares
from downstairs. She removes the silk mask from her eyes and
turns on the television.
INT. SOPHIE THOMAS MANSION -- FAMILY ROOM -- NEXT
Domino and a shirtless Choco are dancing in the family room.
Choco is flipping NEON BLUE GLOW-STICKS around in his hands like
a rave rat. Domino is flipping her SILVER DOLLAR through her
fingers.
Choco snaps open one of the glow sticks and pours the neon
liquid into his mouth... rubbing it on his teeth with his index
finger. He smiles at Domino, teeth glowing NEON like a Mexican
angel. She laughs at this.
LATER ON... Domino and Ed slow dance to BARRY WHITE. Ed lowers
his hands down to cup Domino's ass. She removes them. Choco
looks on jealously from across the room.
INT. SOPHIE THOMAS MANSION -- GUEST BEDROOM -- LATER ON
Domino helps put a drunken Ed into the guest bed. Through the
door... Choco watches them. Ed kicks the door closed.
Choco punches his fist through a glass door.
EXT. SOPHIE THOMAS MANSION -- EARLY MORNING
Ed's El Camino sits in front of Pauline's mansion. He and
Choco are sitting in the car, hung over.
Choco nurses a bandaged hand as a NEIGHBOR comes jogging by,
glaring at them. They stick out like a sore thumb.
ED
Fella could get used to a life
this ordinary.
CHOCO
Maybe you should fuck her mom
then.
Choco angrily steps out of the car and lights a cigarette.
ED
What the fuck is your problem?
Bitch!!
INT. SOPHIE TROMAS MANSION -- KITCHEN -- DAY
Domino is loading her GUN at the kitchen table as Sophie serves
breakfast. Domino wolfs it down.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Mum was terrified for me. She
didn't approve of my lifestyle
one bit.
SOPHIE
So who is this Choko? Is he your
new boyfriend?
DOMINO
It's Choco. And he's not my
boyfriend. He's a bounty hunter.
SOPHIE
Whatever. He's a criminal. And
this Ed Martin character is a
complete loser.
DOMINO
He used to date Pat Benatar!
She grabs her gun and leaves.
EXT. SOPHIE THOMAS MANSION -- NEXT
Choco paces around angrily with his cigarette.
CHOCO
So?
ED
So what?
CHOCO
You know what I'm talking about,
did you fuck her?
Ed shakes his head in disbelief.
ED
What do you think?
They suddenly realize Domino is standing there at the curb.
DOMINO
Morning.
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
Morning.
INT. VEGAS SECURITY LOCKDOWN -- NIGHT
Taryn removes a HEAD SHOT of a MAN (40s) with glasses.
TARYN
Do you know this man?
DOMINO
He's a reality television
producer. His name is Mark Weiss.
TARYN
Mr. Weiss was very generous in
turning over some video tapes to
the FBI. There's lots of footage
of you. We know everything.
(beat)
If you don't come clean... the
information on these tapes could
send you to prison for a very
long time.
The CAMERA moves in toward Domino's face.
VIDEO IMAGE: A FAT RED-NECK is being chased by a BIKER through a
SHOPPING MALL. The Redneck SLAMS into two FAT WOMEN eating ICE
CREAM CONES... slowing him down.
FAT WOMAN
EEEHH!!!
The Biker TACKLES him to the ground among SCREAMING SHOPPERS.
BIKER
YOU'RE GOING DOWNTOWN
MOTHER(BLEEP)ER!
A FLASHY REALITY TV LOGO SLAMS ON THE SCREEN.
B O U N T Y H U N T E R S
FOX ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Bounty Hunters. From the network
that brought you Cops. Coming
this fall on Fox.
The VIDEO IMAGE FREEZES.
INT. FOX TELEVISION STUDIOS -- SEVERAL DAYS BEFORE
A PRODUCER named MARK WEISS (40s) stands in a large, bustling
CONTROL ROOM... staring at the wall of MONITORS.
WEISS
(to himself)
They changed the fucking font.
TECHNICIANS and ASSISTANTS move throughout the room. Weiss grabs
his ASSISTANT, KIMMIE (20s), as she walks by.
WEISS (CONT'D)
Get Cynthia on the line. They
changed the fucking font.
KIMMIE
Okay.
(beat)
Domino Harvey is here.
WEISS
Send her through to the
conference room.
INT. FOX TELEVISION STUDIOS -- LOBBY -- NEXT
Domino, Ed, Choco and Sophie are in the LOBBY. Sophie is holding
her JACK RUSSELL TERRIER.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Mark Weiss was friends with Mum.
He heard my story at some
cocktail party. Turns out he
wanted to put us on television.
Mum was horrified at the idea and
demanded to tag along just to
keep me from signing anything.
Kimmie comes through the lobby.
KIMMIE
Oh! I wasn't expecting the whole
entourage. Are you guys ready?
Come on back.
INT. FOX TELEVISION STUDIOS -- NEXT
Domino and her ENTOURAGE follow Kimmie through the vast studio.
KIMMIE
Now... I should warn you, Mr.
Weiss will only be able to meet
for about five minutes... so
let's make sure to cut to the
point.
(whispering)
I recommend speaking in short
sentences. He has the attention
span of a ferret on crystal meth.
Kimmie smiles at Ed and Choco as she opens the door to the
CONFERENCE ROOM:
ED
I've seen that.
KIMMIE
Beg pardon?
ED
A ferret on crystal meth. It bit
this girl named Tammi right on
the ass. It got lockjaw and we
had to pry the ferret off her ass
with a pair of pliers.
(beat)
She had to get a tetanus shot.
Kimmie turns away in disgust.
INT. FOX TELEVISION STUDIOS -- CONFERENCE ROOM -- LATER ON
The GROUP sits silently around the CONFERENCE ROOM TABLE. Weiss
comes into the room.
WEISS
Guys... sorry about the wait...
I'm having font issues.
Weiss takes a seat.
WEISS (CONT'D)
Let me just cut to the chase
here... as I have to take a
conference call.
(switching to "pitch" mode)
We want to follow you around with
a camera crew for a week. Our
pilot episode isn't testing well.
We've got too many rednecks. It's
too much like Cops.
WEISS (CONT' D)
We need something sexy...
something different. We need...
Domino.
Ed has his arms folded across his chest.
ED
We won't do it unless the whole
team gets equal coverage.
SOPHIE
You're not her father, Ed. No one
cares what you think.
ED
It can't be just her. We're a
team and we work together.
Weiss smiles at them all.
WEISS
Sure. Okay. We'll follow the
whole team.
Sophie sighs loudly.
SOPHIE
Mark... what guarantee can you
give us that Domino's name won't
be tarnished?
WEISS
Sophie... this is reality
television. What you see is what
you get.
SOPHIE
But you can edit things... add
sound-bytes... fabricate this...
exaggerate that. These programs
are all about shock value. It
won't be long before someone gets
killed.
WEISS
I'm just giving America what it
wants to see. People are tired of
fiction. They want reality.
Sophie turns to Domino.
SOPHIE
You will be exploited. Your story
will not be told accurately. Your
life will never be the same.
(taking Domino's hand)
I beg you not to take part in
this drivel.
(holding up her other hand to
Weiss)
No offense Mark... but we both
know that this is drivel.
Weiss smiles bitterly. The TELEPHONE rings.
WEISS
None taken.
(holding up his hand)
Talk it over. I have to take this
conference call.
Weiss hits the SPEAKERPHONE button.
WEISS (CONT'D)
Cynthia... you changed the
fucking font on the promo. Why?
As Cynthia babbles on with some shitty excuse... Domino and the
others are quietly debating their decision.
DOMINO (V.O.)
I felt like a hypocrite, given my
hatred of all things Hollywood.
But I'll admit... I wanted my
story told. I wanted everyone to
know the things I'd done. I
wanted some recognition in the
world.
DOMINO (CONT'D)
We'll do it.
Weiss smiles at Domino... giving her the thumbs up. He hits the
button on the speakerphone.
SOPHIE
God help us. God help us all.
DOMINO (V.O.)
It was the beginning of the end.
The CAMERA MOVES in toward Domino's face.
EXT. RV DEALERSHIP -- EARLY MORNING
[FATBOY SLIM -- THE WEEKEND STARTS HERE]
HUNDREDS of WINNEBAGOS stretch out into an endless parking lot.
A GIGANTIC AMERICAN FLAG billows in the wind above them all.
DOMINO (V.O.)
On Wednesday morning, Kimmie took
us to buy a new winnebago for Alf
to drive. Fox wasn't too keen on
the Impala. They wanted something
that could house a camera crew.
In the PARKING LOT... Domino, Ed, Choco, Kimmie and the RV
DEALER watch as Alf recklessly maneuvers a WINNEBAGO through a
series of CONES set up on the ASPHALT.
RV DEALER
(cringing)
This vehicle isn't intended for
high speeds and intense turns.
It's for recreational use...
vacations...
The Winnebago skids around the last cone as Alf pulls a sudden
U-turn... the back end of the RV fishtailing counter-clockwise.
DOMINO
We aren't going on vacation.
The Winnebago comes skidding to a stop. Alf jumps out... shrugs
his shoulders and raises his THUMB.
KIMMIE
We'll take it.
EXT. DOWNTOWN GARAGE ROOFTOP -- MIDDAY
A CADILLAC ESCALADE pulls up to the top of a PARKING GARAGE
overlooking DOWNTOWN. IAN ZIERING (30s) and BRIAN AUSTIN GREEN
(30s) emerge from inside.
ZIERING
We're late.
GREEN
Fucking Map Quest. Never again.
EXT. DOWNTOWN GARAGE ROOFTOP -- NEXT
Ziering and Green approach a LARGE TENT. The WINNEBAGO is parked
off to the side. Alf is inside... doing something with a WELDER
on the front of the RV.
Under the tent... Domino and her team are lounging on several
COUCHES... watching television. There is a CRAFT SERVICE
TABLE... WARDROBE... MAKE-UP and a CAMERA CREW milling about.
Mark Weiss is talking with Kimmie when he notices Ziering and
Green.
WEISS
Hey guys! I want you to meet
Domino.
Weiss walks them over to Domino. The CAMERA CREW follows.
WEISS (CONT'D)
Domino... I want you to meet the
co-hosts of Bounty Hunters... Ian
Ziering and Brian Austin Green.
In SLOW MOTION... Green shakes Domino's hand. She regards him
with awe... her eyes wide like saucers.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Fucking 90210. I couldn't get
away from it.
Domino shakes hands with Green.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
It wasn't until later on that I
realized mum had gotten to Weiss
and pulled some strings.
Ziering and Green smile politely as they shake hands with Choco
and Ed. Choco is nervous... refusing to make eye contact.
ZIERING
We're ready whenever you are,
Mark.
Weiss puts his hand on Domino's shoulder.
WEISS
The guys are going to conduct
some interviews.
Kimmie approaches with a sense of anxiety.
KIMMIE
Mark... uh... the gentleman from
Afghanistan has done some...
significant alterations to the
RV.
The GROUP turns its attention to the Winnebago.
ON THE RIGHT SIDE of the vehicle... Alf has AIRBRUSHED a
GIGANTIC AFGHANISTAN NATIONAL FLAG. Standing in front of the
flag are three AIRBRUSHED WOMEN IN AMERICAN FLAG BIKINIS
teaching an AFGHANI WOMAN how to dance. She is wearing an
AFGHANI FLAG BIKINI.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Alf grew up during the Russian
invasion of Afghanistan. He had
always wanted to be part of the
revolution... but it seemed to
pass him by.
EXT. AFGHANISTAN -- [FLASHBACK] 1979
ALF (17) sits on a rock on the outskirts of a small village in
Afghanistan. A RUSSIAN TANK blows past. Alf holds up an M-16.
DOMINO (V.O.)
At the tender age of seventeen he
decided that explosives would be
his specialty.
EXT. AFGHANISTAN VILLAGE -- DAYS LATER
IMAGE BLEED: Alf rigging DYNAMITE with make-shift fuses... a
group of KIDS (8-12) watch him curiously... ALF stands before an
abandoned HOUSE rigging the fuse to a DETONATOR... The KIDS
surrounding him back away.
Alf goes to retrieve the fuses from the dirt and drops the
detonator... setting off a HUGE EXPLOSION that obliterates the
house... his body goes flying as he is nearly engulfed in
flames.
As DEBRIS rains down, Alf just lays there in the dirt... his
eyebrows singed off. The Kids approach him curiously.
DOMINO (V.O.)
His eyebrows never grew back.
EXT. DOWNTOWN GARAGE ROOFTOP -- NEXT
Weiss moves around to the front of the Winnebago. Alf has
MOUNTED several HUMAN SKULLS as HOOD ORNAMENTS on the vehicle.
Various HUMAN BONES are attached to the HOOD in an ORNATE
DESIGN.
WEISS
Are those... real bones?
Alf nods his head politely.
ALF
For my family.
(beat)
I drive these bounty hunters...
for a free Afghanistan.
Ziering looks at Green in shock.
ZIERING
Whoa. I didn't know this was a
political show.
Weiss bites his fingernails.
WEISS
I think... that the network is
going to have some notes... about
the RV.
Domino puts her hand on Weiss's shoulder.
DOMINO
No notes. This is our Winnebago.
It stays like this... or I walk.
Weiss sees that she means business.
WEISS
Okay.
Alf nods his head to Weiss with a look of gratitude.
EXT. DOWNTOWN GARAGE ROOFTOP -- LATER ON
ON CAMERA INTERVIEWS. The Crew sits across from Ziering and
Green.
ZIERING
So... how'd you get the name
Choco?
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
I once choked a man to death.
Ziering nods his head politely.
ZIERING
Uhhh... I have no idea what you
just said.
ED
SPEAK ENGLISH! JESUS CHRIST WE'RE
ON TELEVISION HERE!
CHOCO (IN SPANISH WITH SUBTITLES)
They can do subtitles.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Choco grew up on the streets of
El Salvador. When he was four
years old... he stabbed another
kid in the eye-ball with a
pencil.
(beat)
There were wires crossed
somewhere in his soul.
GREEN
What kind of background does
someone need in order to become a
bounty hunter?
ED
How about a life in the military?
CLOSE UP: ED'S SANDALS REVEAL A MISSING TOE.
GREEN
Is that how you lost the toe?
ED
Indeed. I served three tours in
Vietnam.
ZIERING
Three tours? Isn't that... twelve
years?
ED
Son, with the exception of Spring
Break in Tijuana, have you ever
ventured outside of California?
ZIERING
Many times.
ED
Do you know where Danang is?
ZIERING
Not really.
ED
...THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP!
INT. FBI SURVEILLANCE ROOM -- MOMING
A group of FBI AGENTS sit before a set of TELEVISION MONITORS.
ON THE TELEVISION: RICKI LAKE talks to the CAMERA.
RICKI
With us today are mixed race
single mothers. Our next guest
takes pride in the fact that she
is in the Guinness book of world
records as the youngest American
grandmother... at the age of 28.
Outrage from the RICKI crowd.
RICKI (CONT'D)
Please welcome... Lateesha
Rodriguez!
Lateesha takes the stage. Even more outrage. BOOS from the
crowd.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Lateesha was one of Claremont's
many mistresses.
The CAMERA MOVES THROUGH THE TELEVISION SCREEN.
INT. RICKI LAKE SHOW -- SEVERAL WEEKS BEFORE
The CAMERA MOVES through the LIVE TAPING of the show as it
occurred several weeks before.
RICKI
Lateesha... what do you have to
say for yourself?
LATEESHA
I am here today to speak for all
people of mixed race in America.
As a Blacktino woman, I believe
that we deserve our own race
category... so that we can forge
an identity.
An OUTRAGED WOMAN stands up in the crowd.
OUTRAGED WOMAN
Excuse me, did you just say...
Blacktino?
LATEESHA
Yes I did. I am a Blacktino
American.
OUTRAGED WOMAN
First of all... you don't even
look Latino. You look black. I am
mixed race. I have struggled my
whole life as to whether I am
black... or Chinese.
LATEESHA
Chinegro.
Outrage from the crowd.
OUTRAGED WOMAN
CHINEGRO? DID YOU JUST CALL ME
CHINEGRO?
LATEESHA
Mixed race individuals such as
myself and my child... my
grandchild... deserve a
recognized category.
RICKI
Lateesha has brought her own
mixed race flow chart.
HIP-HOP BLARES as two LOW RENT CHIPPENDALES REJECTS waltz across
the stage with Lateesha's FLOW CHART. On it... she has created
CATEGORIES for each variation of BLACK/HISPANIC/ASIAN descent
and their SUB-CATEGORIES.
LATEESHA
Blacktino... Blackasian...
Hispasian... and the Asian sub-
categories... Chinegro...
Koreagro... Japegro...
Chispanic... Koreaspanic... and
last but not least... Japanic.
Outrage from the crowd.
RICKI
You believe that our government
should recognize these racial sub-
categories?
LATEESHA
Yes.
Ricki shoves her mike in the face of an OUTRAGED BLACK WOMAN.
OUTRAGED BLACK WOMAN
These sub-categories are racist.
You're excluding all of the mixed
race people who have more than
two racial identities. People
like Mariah Carey and Vin Diesel.
Where is their category?
LATEESHA
This is only the beginning. We
must appeal to the United Nations
to create categories for every
permutation of mixed race
individual.
More outrage from the crowd. A BLACKTINO WOMAN grabs the mike
from Ricki.
BLACKTINO WOMAN
First of all... from one
Blacktino woman to another... our
concern is not these ridiculous
categories. Our concern is
education and family planning.
Here you are a 28 year-old
grandmother. You need to add
another category to your flow
chart... it's called birth
control, bitch!
Blacktino Woman SNAPS her fingers. The crowd goes wild.
LATEESHA
I AM EDUCATED, YOU BLACKTINO
BITCH! I AM A DEVRY GRADUATE! MY
DAUGHTER IS A SINGLE MOTHER AND A
STRAIGHT A STUDENT!
BLACKTINO WOMAN
WHO YOU CALLING BITCH! I'LL KICK
YOUR ASS! BITCH-ASS BLACK-TIN-HO!
THE CROWD IS ON ITS FEET CHEERING.
RICKI
LADIES! PLEASE!
INT. RODRIGUEZ HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM -- DAY
The CAMERA PULLS BACK from a 46 INCH TELEVISION SCREEN in
LATEESHA'S HOUSE... broadcasting the same network.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Lateesha was our prime contact at
the DMV. Most of our bond
certificates came from Claremont
through her.
RICKI
We'll be right back after this.
Lateesha is sitting on the couch next to Claremont and her
DAUGHTER... KEE KEE RODRIGUEZ (14). Next to Kee Kee is Raoul.
Next to Raoul are Lateesha's TWIN COUSINS... LASHANDRA DAVIS
(23) and LASHINDRA DAVIS (23).
LASHANDRA
You were good.
LASHINDRA
Real good.
RAOUL
I liked the way Ricki's stylists
did your hair.
LASHANDRA
It looked good.
LASHINDRA
Real good.
Kee Kee turns off the TV with the REMOTE. She storms out of the
room onto the terrace.
LATEESHA
What?
EXT. DOOR -- APARTMENT BLOCK TERRACE -- DAY
KEE KEE
I have never been more humiliated
in my entire life.
LATEESHA
Kee Kee!
CLAREMONT
She's right... you lost your
temper... and you started cursing
like some ghetto skank. You lost
all credibility right there!
LATEESHA
That bitch called me a bitch.
LASHANDRA
Ain't nobody gonna call me a
bitch without some payback.
LASHINDRA
Nobody.
RAOUL
Did you see that bitch's hair?
Kee Kee holds her hand up in outrage.
KEE KEE
You were supposed to talk about
the health care crisis in
America.
CLAREMONT
Exactly. Why would you choose
Ricki Lake as a platform for a
progressive race modification
proposal?
LATEESHA
You think Ted Koppel is gonna
book Lateesha Rodriguez?
LASHANDRA
Not a chance.
LASHINDRA
Not a chance in hell.
RAOUL
Not with that toupee of his.
LATEESHA
Ricki is one of the only forums
that our people have. The more
face time I get on Ricki the
better chance for a book deal or
a correspondence gig on BET.
LASHANDRA
That bitch Jenny Jones got
cancelled.
LASHINDRA
Montel would've been better.
RAOUL
Oprah don't book ghetto, Kee Kee.
Kee Kee throws her hands up in outrage.
KEE KEE
It was embarrassing. I'm gonna
get shot when I go to school
tomorrow, Momma!
(near tears)
How could you do this to me?
Claremont walks over to a METAL OXYGEN CHAMBER. The metal
sarcophagus from the 80's is the housing for his sleeping
granddaughter
KEE KEE (CONT'D)
Dad... we need money.
Claremont looks down at his grand-daughter.
CLAREMONT
How much is the operation?
KEE KEE
Three hundred thousand dollars.
LASHANDRA
Kee Kee... this motherfucka got
more kids running 'round out
there than Evander-fucking-
Holyfield. He can't pay for shit.
DING-DONG. The DOORBELL is ringing.
KEE KEE
I'll get it.
Kee Kee storms off toward the front door.
INT. RODRIGUEZ HOUSE -- FOYER -- NEXT
Kee Kee opens the front door as far as the CHAIN LOCK will
allow. She peers through the crack. Domino is standing there.
KEE KEE
Well if it isn't Miss Thang.
DOMINO
Save it, Kee Kee. Where's
Lateesha? We need to ID some bond
certificates.
INT. RODRIGUEZ HOUSE -- FAMILY ROOM -- NEXT
Claremont paces around the family room.
CLAREMONT
I've already formulated a plan.
LATEESHA
What?
CLAREMONT
My armored car business. We just
signed a new insurance policy in
Nevada. There's a loophole.
LATEESHA
There's always a loophole with
you, Claremont. Your black ass is
one big loophole.
INT. VEGAS SECURITY LOCKDOWN -- [FLASH FORWARD] NIGHT
Taryn continues to grill Domino.
TARYN
Are you aware that Lateesha
Rodriguez has been running a
counterfeit driver's license
racket?
DOMINO
That's the rumor on the street.
TARYN
What was your business with
Lateesha that day?
DOMINO
We needed to verify some bond
certificates for Claremont. She
pushes stuff through the system
for us... helps us track down
perps for a kick back. It's all
legal.
INT. MUSTANG CONVERTIBLE -- [FLASHBACK] DAY
Domino is behind the wheel. Lateesha sits shotgun. Kee Kee is in
the back seat.
TARYN (V.O.)
You drove Lateesha's daughter to
school... then dropped her off at
the DMV. Why?
DOMINO (V.O.)
Her car was in the shop.
Raoul pulls up next to them in his MAZDA MIATA.
RAOUL
Teesha... the J-Lo tickets go on
sale today!
LATEESHA
I have the web link. We'll order
tickets. You can be my date.
Raoul gives her a THUMBS UP and steps on the gas.
LATEESHA (CONT'D)
(to Kee Kee)
Maybe I'll marry Raoul.
Kee Kee is shaking her head in disbelief.
KEE KEE
Mom... Raoul is gay. When are you
gonna face up to reality?
LATEESHA
Kee Kee... me and Claremont are
working an a plan to get same
money to care for Meeka.
INT. DMV -- MANAGER'S OFFICE -- NEXT
Lateesha sits across the desk from AHMED (40s)... the DMV
MANAGER. This is Lateesha's bass.
AHMED
How convenient that the morning
you call in sick... I turn on the
TV and see you all over Ricki
Lake. Ever heard of Tivo?
LATEESHA
You think I can afford Tivo?
Give me a break, Ahmed. What do
you want? I got work to do.
AHMED
I got a call yesterday from our
health care provider.
They said you tried to pass your
grand-daughter off as Kee Kee
down at UCLA Medical Center.
Lateesha does not respond.
AHMED (CONT'D)
They said you forged the age on
the application for some sort of
operation.
LATEESHA
Motherfuckin' HMO don't cover
grandchildren. What am I supposed
to do? The operation costs three
hundred thousand dollars. Where
am I gonna get that kind of
money?
AHMED
Maybe you should have thought
about that before you became a
grandmother.
Ahmed shakes his head in disgust.
AHMED (CONT'D)
You have two weeks to clean out
your desk.
Tears are welling in Lateesha's eyes.
DOMINO (V.O.)
It just kept getting worse for
Lateesha. No one could have
expected what happened next.
AHMED
In the meantime Lateesha... there
are two gentlemen from the FBI
here who'd like to speak with
you.
Ahmed rises to his feet and opens the door to his office. TWO
FBI AGENTS enter the office. Their names are CHRIS ESPINOZA
(30s) and DAWN COSGROVE (30s). Both are wearing dark suits.
INT. DMV -- NEXT
Raoul watches them outside of the window.
DOMINO (V. O. )
Their names were Cosgrove and
Espinoza. Someone had tipped them
off to Lateesha's counterfeit
scam. But that's not what they
were really after.
Ahmed closes the door. Lateesha lights a Virginia Slim... turbo
nails trembling.
INT. DMV -- MANAGER'S OFFICE -- NEXT
Cosgrove offers her a broad smile. Espinoza takes the BAD COP
role.
ESPINOZA
You're gonna go to jail for a
long... long time, Lateesha.
COSGROVE
Unless you cooperate with us.
Espinoza sits on the edge of the desk.
LATEESHA
I'm listening.
Cosgrove glances at Espinoza.
ESPINOZA
In about ten minutes... a college
kid named Frances is gonna walk
up to your window and ask for
four counterfeit IDs.
COSGROVE
We want to know what he's up to.
Lateesha takes another drag.
DOMINO (V.O.)
This was the moment that Lateesha
decided to do something very
foolish.
She stares at Cosgrove and Espinoza for a long moment...
thinking about her options.
LATEESHA
He and his three friends are
gonna hijack an armored truck.
They're gonna walk away with ten
million in cash.
INT. DMV -- WINDOW SIX -- MOMENTS LATER
Raoul glances suspiciously at Lateesha as she exits the
Manager's office with the FBI. Lateesha approaches hurriedly and
sits down at her desk at WINDOW SIX.
BING.
ROBOTIC FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
Now serving G086. Please report
to window six.
Lateesha tries to remain calm. She begins to file her nails.
FRANCES arrives at her window. He clears his throat nervously.
FRANCES
Kee Kee.
Lateesha raises her eyes...
FADE TO BLACK:
EXT. NEVADA DESERT -- DAWN
HELICOPTER SHOT: The CAMERA SOARS over the NEVADA DESERT
LANDSCAPE. The MOUNTAIN RIDGES carve intricate shapes with the
shadows cast by the morning sun.
DOMINO (V.O.)
There are three kinds of people
in the world. The rich... the
poor... and everyone in between.
The CAMERA CRESTS a ridge. The early morning lights of the
HOOVER DAM approach.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
The rich people hate the poor...
because they are always stealing
from them.
The CAMERA DROPS DOWN into the depths of the Hoover Dam.
EXT. HOOVER DAM -- PARKING LOT -- NEXT
Several LVPD POLICE CRUISERS are parked around an ARMORED TRUCK.
A BLACK STRETCH LIMOUSINE pulls up. DRAKE BISHOP (50s) emerges
from the car. He is wearing a dark 4-FIGURE$ suit.
DOMINO (V.O.)
That's Drake Bishop. owner of the
Stratosphere Hotel & Casino. He's
worth a billion dollars. Ten
million of it recently stolen.
He is flanked by his ATTORNEY... BURKE BECKETT (50s).
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
His attorney... Burke Beckett.
Bishop and Becket are greeted by an LVPD DETECTIVE named CARL
CUDLITZ (40s). A real fat-ass.
CUDLITZ
Mr. Bishop... I'm detective Carl
Cudlitz.
BECKETT
(interrupting)
We know who you are, Cudlitz.
BISHOP
Where's my money?
Cudlitz hesitates to answer.
CUDLITZ
It would probably be best if you
took a look at the security tape.
INT. STRATOSPHERE HOTEL -- SECURITY CORE -- LATER ON
Bishop and Beckett stand before a bank of SECURITY MONITORS in
the SECURITY CORE ROOM of the casino.
CUDLITZ
At 5:23 AM you'll see that the
armored truck pulled into the
parking lot and turned off its
engine.
ON THE MONITOR... the armored truck parks. Four MEN wearing
MASKS emerge from the front and back. A BLACK VAN backs up to
face the rear of the truck. The Masked Men quickly unload FOUR
LARGE DUFFEL BAGS from the armored truck and throw them into the
back of the van. They jump into the van... and it speeds off.
(NOTE: How is money transported in an armored vehicle)
Bishop and Beckett stare at the tape in silent outrage.
BISHOP
(very soft)
Rewind, please.
Beckett turns to one of the SECURITY PERSONNEL.
BECKETT
(repeating for emphasis)
REWIND THE TAPE FOR MY CLIENT.
The TAPE REWINDS... showing the Masked Men emerge from the
armored truck.
BISHOP
Freeze the tape.
BECKETT
FREEZE THE TAPE.
The TAPE FREEZES.
BISHOP
Can you zoom in?
BECKETT
ZOOM IN PLEASE.
Bishop turns to Beckett in outrage.
BISHOP
What are you... a fucking
mockingbird? Shut the fuck up.
BECKETT
I just...
Bishop raises a SINGLE GLOVED FINGER in Beckett's direction as
if to say... NOT ANOTHER FUCKING PEEP. Cudlitz smiles
nervously... giving the Security Guy a look that says... HURRY
THE FUCK UP AND DO IT.
ON THE MONITOR... the image reveals the identity of the MASK.
BISHOP
That's Barbara fucking Bush.
It is indeed a BARBARA BUSH MASK made of rubber. Cudlitz points
to another Masked Man behind Bush.
CUDLITZ
I think that's Hillary Clinton.
Fat ankles.
INT. CIRCUS CIRCUS CASINO -- HONEYMOON SUITE -- NEXT
The CAMERA PANS across the HONEYMOON SUITE on the top floor of
the neighboring Casino. Espinoza and Cosgrove are there with a
LARGE SURVEILLANCE TEAM. There are several TELEVISION MONITORS
and lots of RECORDING EQUIPMENT. Cosgrove chews on a DONUT as he
listens to Bishop's voice on a headset.
BISHOP (V.O.)
There's Nancy Reagan.
CUDLITZ (V.O.)
Jackie Onassis on the left.
BISHOP (V.O.)
It's the goddamn First Ladies.
Christ almighty.
INT. STRATOSPHERE HOTEL -- SECURITY CORE -- NEXT
Bishop stares at the monitors with his arms crossed.
CUDLITZ
We're tracking the license plate
on the black van.
(beat)
If you don't mind me asking...
what was in the black duffel
bags?
Bishop sighs loudly.
BECKETT
You don't have to answer that.
BISHOP
Shut up, Burke.
Bishop runs his hands through his hair anxiously.
BISHOP (CONT'D)
Ten million dollars... cash.
The SECURITY MANAGER enters the SECURITY CORE ROOM.
BISHOP (CONT'D)
Don't tell me this is a fucking
hijacking... I've used this
armored truck service for twenty
years. This is an inside job!
(to Beckett)
What have you gotten me into,
Burke!
SECURITY MANAGER
Mr. Bishop... you have an urgent
telephone call.
Bishop throws the Security Manager a look... then takes the
WALKIE-TALKIE.
BISHOP
This is Drake Bishop.
CLAREMONT (PHONE)
Mr. Bishop... this is Claremont
Williams. I own the Williams
Brothers armored car service.
BISHOP
What happened to my money, Mr.
Williams?
INT. CLAREMONT WILLIAMS III BOND AGENCY -- NEXT
Claremont sits behind his desk with his phone to his ear.
CLAREMONT
Yesterday I received an e-mail
from a source. In this e-mail
were four social security numbers
linked to the gentlemen who
presented counterfeit California
driver's licenses to my company
late last night.
Claremont stares down at copies of FOUR DRIVER'S LICENSES.
Frances is one of the four.
INT. STRATOSPHERE HOTEL -- SECURITY CORE -- NEXT
Bishop snaps his fingers at Beckett.
BISHOP
And?
CLAREMONT (PHONE)
Well... I think that these are
the gentlemen who robbed us. I'm
also a bail bondsman out of Los
Angeles. I can track down and
deliver these crooks to you...
for a small finder's fee of
course.
BISHOP
How much?
CLAREMONT (PHONE)
$300,000.
Bishop is silent for a moment.
BISHOP
And if you can't deliver them?
CLAREMONT (PHONE)
My theft insurance policy will
have to fork over the ten
million... but that will take six
to eight months due to Nevada
state law.
(beat)
But you should know sir... that I
employ bounty hunters. My bounty
hunters can find these thieves.
Bishop and Beckett move away from the group to make sure that
none of the security Team can hear them.
BISHOP
If you deliver these crooks to
me... you've got yourself a deal.
$300,000.
EXT. CIGLIUTI COMPOUND -- LATER THAT MORNING
The CAMERA MOVES across a SWIMMING POOL in the back of a DESERT
MANSION. ANTHONY CIGLIUTI (50s) is sitting on the edge of the
DIVING BOARD... his feet dangling in the water. He has a
GIGANTIC YELLOW CORDLESS PHONE to his ear.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Crime boss Anthony Cigliuti.
Bishop's attorney had put his
boss in business with the mob.
CIGLIUTI
Finder's fee. Sounds like an
inside job.
BECKETT (PHONE)
Could be. Who knows if this
Claremont Williams is in on the
heist or not?
INT. STRATOSPHERE HOTEL -- CASINO BAR -- NEXT
Bishop and Beckett sit at the CASINO BAR... sipping Whiskey
Sours.
BECKETT
All I know... is if this joker
delivers the First Ladies...
we'll split the $300,000 fee with
you.
CIGLIUTI (PHONE)
We have ourselves quite a mess
here, gentlemen.
EXT. NEVADA DESERT -- [FLASHBACK] DAWN OF THAT MORNING
HELICOPTER SHOT: The CAMERA SOARS over the DESERT.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Quite a mess indeed. Beckett had
just brokered an underhanded deal
with Cigliuti for a few hundred
acres of desert land to build a
golf resort.
The CAMERA CRESTS a ridge to reveal the ARMORED TRUCK on its way
east through the desert.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
The ten million en route from LA
to Vegas belonged to the mob.
Bishop's clean reputation was a
great cover for laundered cash.
If the FBI could link the two men
together it would be the take
down of the century.
INT. CIGLIUTI COMPOUND -- MORNING
Cigliuti is now standing on the end of the diving board. His
phone is now attached to a THICK WIRE that leads to a LARGE
MOUTHPIECE that wraps around his face.
CIGLIUTI
Here's the plan...
Cigliuti dives off into pool... PHONE IN HAND.
INT. UNDERWATER -- NEXT
Cigliuti swims gracefully along the floor of the pool... still
talking on the phone.
DOMINO (V.O.)
The FBI was always listening.
Hence the underwater cordless.
Cigliuti had just purchased a
hundred prototypes from Japan.
Most of his conversations now
took place underwater.
EXT. NEEDLES DMV -- NEXT
The NEEDLES DMV sits on a shitty side road. There is a MONUMENT
to comedian SAM KINISON in the parking lot.
CIGLIUTI (V.O.)
We'll have these bounty hunters
deliver the First Ladies in
Needles. Sundown at the Sam
Kinison monument.
EXT. CIGLIUTI COMPOUND -- SWIMMING POOL -- NEXT
Cigliuti floats underwater.
CIGLIUTI (V.O.)
Take 'em to Point Silence and
start cutting off limbs until
they tell us where the money is.
EXT. FENDER COMPOUND -- NEXT
A BLACK VAN enters the FENDER COMPOUND. It comes skidding to a
stop in a cloud of dust.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Locus Fender was brought in to
drive the armored car.
Another one of Claremont's
network of stooges. His mother
Edna worked at the Needles DMV.
LOCUS FENDER jumps out from behind the wheel. He still has both
arms.
LOCUS
MOMMA!
INT. FENDER COMPOUND -- NEXT
Edna is passed out in her La-Z-Boy... CIGARETTE dangling in her
right hand. Showgirls plays on the Mitsubishi widescreen. Chi-
Chi is asleep in her lap. Locus bursts through the front door
with one of the DUFFEL BAGS over his shoulder...
LOCUS
Wake up Momma! You're not gonna
believe this.
Chi-chi barks as Edna pulls herself out of her slumber.
EXT. FENDER COMPOUND -- MOMENTS LATER
Edna and Locus emerge from the house.
EDNA
Where are the First Ladies?
LOCUS
They disappeared.
TARYN (V.O.)
What do you mean, they
disappeared?
Locus turns back to his mother... trying to explain.
DOMINO (V.O.)
According to Locus... they
stopped for gas...
EXT. TEXACO STATION -- [FLASHBACK] AN HOUR BEFORE
The Black Van pulls up to a TEXACO STATION outside of Needles.
Fender parks in front of the gas pumps and turns to look into
the back of the van. The FIRST LADIES are there. Their masks are
still on... they fidget anxiously.
LOCUS
I'm gonna fill up the tank and
grab a cup of coffee. Don't make
a peep... especially you...
Barbara.
INT. TEXACO STATION -- MOMENTS LATER
Locus is standing at the CHECKOUT LINE in the TEXACO MINI MART.
He turns and sees a black Chevy pull up next to the van. First
Ladies jump out... haul off in the Chevy.
Locus watches these events occur in silent shock. He then
sprints toward the exit... as the CHEVY TRUCK peels out of the
parking lot.
EXT. TEXACO STATION -- NEXT
Locus rushes toward the van.
DOMINO (V.O.)
He was sure they'd nabbed the
cash. Straight up double cross.
Locus arrives at the back of the van. The doors are still open.
The DUFFEL BAGS are still there.
DOMINO (V.O.) (CONT'D)
But they left without it.
INT. VEGAS SECURITY LOCKDOWN -- NIGHT
Taryn taps her pen on the table.
TARYN
That doesn't make any sense.
EXT. FENDER COMPOUND -- NEXT
Locus opens the back doors to the van to show his mother.
LOCUS
Don't make no goddamn sense.
DOMINO (V.O.)
Either this was some kind of set
up... or the First Ladies got
scared... decided to pull out and
cut their losses.
EDNA
Fuck 'em. Their loss is our gain.
Put the money in the safe until
we hear from Claremont.
EXT. BEVERLY HILLS -- LATER THAT MORNING
The CAMERA APPROACHES the MANSION in Beverly Hills.
TARYN (V.O.)
Where were you when you got the
call for the job?