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               The Lone Rangers

               A Screenplay by:

               Sean Ryan

               
               Copyright 2003/2004
               registered with the
               Screenwriter's Guild
               All Rights Reserved
               Contact: seansshack@oceanfree.net
              
               INT. BETTING OFFICE - DAY

               Two figures in front of a safe. One is standing; the other
               is kneeling, in front of the number panel on the safe.

               TOM POWER is 21, slightly overweight with long black hair.
               He punches in numbers, being called out to him by Jim.

               JIM RYAN is 20 years of age. He is a skinny-framed man with
               black greasy hair.

               A large clank as the safe unlocks.

               Tom opens the door.

               Both smile as the contents become visible. The safe is
               empty.

                                   TOM
                         Jumping Jesus bollock almighty
                         motherfucking cocksucking baby
                         raping bastard on toast.

                                   JIM
                         Where the feck is the money?
                         Jasus, where the feck is the
                         money?

               Tom falls to the floor and sits there with his mouth open.

               Jim also looks shocked, but runs over to MR. PHILLIPS.
               Phillips is a middle age, overweight balding man with bad
               acne.

                                   JIM
                         Where the feck is the money?

                                   TOM
                         I would have told you, had you
                         given me the time. I wasn't
                         working on Saturday, so the money
                         was deposited in the night safe
                         across the street.

                                   JIM
                         Ah bollock, bollock.
                             (turns to face Tom)
                         Bollock. Some fecking plan. Now
                         what do we do?

               Tom sits on the floor.

                                   JIM
                         Tom. Tom. Wake the fuck up man.
                         What the Jesus are we going to do
                         now man?

                                   TOM
                         What can we do? That's it. We're
                         fecked.

                                   JIM
                         Oh great. We just feck off and
                         that's it? Without the money?

                                   TOM
                         What can we do ye gob? There is
                         no money, unless you plan on
                         hitting the Bank across the
                         street.

                                   JIM
                         No that's it. I've had enough.
                         I'm going home.

                                   TOM
                         Lets feck off, before the
                         customers start coming in. Untie
                         that crowd and lets get the hell
                         out of dodge.

                                   JIM
                         Untie them! But what if they call
                         the guards?

               Tom walks over to Phillips.

                                   TOM
                         You won't say shit will you?
                         Unless you want me to visit your
                         wife.

                                   MR. PHILLIPS
                         You have my word.

                                   JIM
                             (sarcastically)
                         Oh I feel much better now.

               The two untie Phillips.



               INT. FRONT ROOM OF BETTING SHOP - DAY

               The room is a small, typical office.

               Jim and Tom enter, Phillips follows closely behind.

               Two women are tied together and sitting on the floor. They
               look relieved that Phillips is OK.

               MRS. WHITE, early fifties. Average height and build is tied
               to CATHY MORRISSEY, young, small and over weight.

               Jim starts to untie the two women.

               Tom takes a Coke from the vending machine, opens it and
               walks to the window.

                                   TOM
                         Hurry up will ye.

               As he approaches the window, his face drops along with the
               can of Coke. 

               The can hits the floor with a crash and spills.

                                   JIM
                         What is it?

                                   TOM
                         Looks like we're truly fucked.

               The view is shown for the first time.

               The street is full of Garda cars, vans, armed Garda and
               soldiers.

               Tom ducks out of view.

                                   TOM
                         Jasus. Jasus. Jasus. Jasus.

               Jim rushes over to see what's going on and drops to the
               ground as quickly as Tom had done.

                                   JIM
                         How the feck?

                                   TOM
                         Someone must have tripped an
                         alarm.

                                   MR. PHILLIPS
                         No one did.

               He walks over to the window. But Tom pushes him back.

                                   GUARD
                             (on megaphone)
                         We know you're in there. We know
                         who you are. Come out with your
                         arms in the air. You have five
                         minutes to surrender.

                                   TOM
                         Bull shit. Move away from the
                         window. We don't want you
                         signaling anyone.

                                   JIM
                         What now?

                                   TOM
                         Well, I'm not going to prison. I
                         can tell you that much.  We can
                         make demands and get a bus or
                         something, just like in Dog Day
                         afternoon.

                                   JIM
                         Oh great. Another movie where it
                         all fecks up. Which one am I?

                                   TOM
                             (laughs)
                         Pacino's boyfriend. The one
                         getting the sex change.

                                   JIM
                         Great, me day just keeps getting
                         better.

               The two share a smile.

               Tom looks down at his gun and grips the handle tightly.

                                   JIM
                         What are you thinking?

                                   TOM
                         About busting out of here.

               Jim laughs.

                                   JIM
                         Did you see the amount of cops
                         outside? We wouldn't get five
                         feet.

               Tom tosses the gun from hand to hand and gets to his feet.

               He starts to jump up and down, like a boxer preparing for a
               fight.

                                   TOM
                         You with me?

                                   JIM
                         Feck no. I'm not gonna die today.

                                   TOM
                         Who said anything about dying? I
                         said lets get the feck out of
                         here.

                                   JIM
                         Tom, unless it's escaped your
                         attention, we're kinda surrounded
                         by Gardai and we're only armed
                         with fecking pellet guns. I think
                         we are kinda fecked.

                                   TOM
                         Come on Jim. Just like Butch and
                         Sundance. The Lone Rangers.

                                   JIM
                         Tom. Will you please stop using
                         movie references where the heroes
                         get fecking killed? Things are
                         bad enough at the minute without
                         you constantly reminding me.

                                   TOM
                         What do you mean? Butch and
                         Sundance didn't die. They
                         escaped.

                                   JIM
                         Tom, they were surrounded by
                         hundreds of men, of course they
                         died. That was the whole point.
                         They would rather burn out than
                         fade away. They died together.

               Tom looks at Jim for a moment, before swallowing his spit.

                                   TOM
                         How about it partner? Looks like
                         we've made it to the end of the
                         trail. Wanna go out in a blaze of
                         glory? Give the old feckers in
                         this town something to talk
                         about, for years to come. The
                         Lone Rangers. We'll never be
                         forgotten.

               Jim looks at Tom for the longest time.

                                   JIM
                         Can't leave my mate go it alone,
                         now can I? Besides imagine what
                         my Dad will do if he gets his
                         hands on me.

               Jim stands up and grabs Tom's hand. The two hug each other
               and each look like they're about to cry.

               Tom pushes Jim away at the same time Jim steps back.

                                   TOM
                         Feck off will ye. Getting all
                         girlie on me. You ready?

                                   JIM
                         Just like Butch and Sundance huh?

                                   TOM
                         Yeah. Just like Butch and
                         Sundance.

                                   MR. PHILLIPS
                         No wait a second...

               The two rush through door and burst out into the street. 

               Jim runs left, aiming his gun high. Tom runs right, aiming
               his gun low.



               EXT. OUTSIDE BETTING OFFICE - DAY

               Freeze frame image of the two, running from the door of the
               betting office.

                                   TOM (V.O.)
                         I think we may be getting a bit
                         ahead of ourselves here. We need
                         to take you back a bit first.

                                   JIM (V.O.)
                         How far?

                                   TOM (V.O.)
                         A week should do.

                                   JIM (V.O.)
                         Sounds good. Hopefully we don't
                         come off as being total wasters.



               TITLE: ONE WEEK EARLIER.



               INT. BEDROOM - DAY

               Tom Power is lying on a bed. The room is a mess. Clothes
               are thrown in piles on the floor.

               A collection of empty beer cans are stacked in the corner
               of the room.

               The walls of the room are covered with various posters,
               ranging from rock bands to half naked models.

               Tom starts to wake, scratching himself in his privates as
               he does.

               Looking at his watch he sees the time.

                                   TOM
                             (talking to himself)
                         11:30. Feck it, the middle of the
                         night.

               He rubs his face in an attempt to wake himself up.

                                   TOM
                             (talking to himself)
                         Time for a little mood music.

               He jumps naked from the bed and starts to move some large
               items from the far corner of the room.

               Sliding them across the floor, they appear to be very large
               wooden speakers.

               Tom positions one at either corner of the room and sets up
               a smaller second set of speakers, and then a third.

               When the wiring is complete, he takes a vinyl record from
               its sleeve and blows dust from it, before inspecting it
               with care.

               Tom places the record on the deck and starts to play a
               selected track.

               His chosen song begins, as Tom starts to conduct an
               imaginary orchestra with his hands and the song builds up.

               Moments later he picks up a hairbrush and starts to sing
               the lyric's into the brush handle, waving to an imaginary
               crowd, at the far side of the bedroom.

               When the song reaches the chorus, Tom picks up a tennis
               racket from the floor and starts to play guitar with it.

               The windows in the room vibrate from the loud music playing
               within.



               INT. KITCHEN - DAY

               Tom's mother KATHLEEN POWER is making breakfast at an old
               style cooker. A middle aged, slightly overweight woman.

               His father SEAMUS POWER sits at the dining table reading
               the sports section of a newspaper. Mid forties, balding and
               sporting the physical frame of someone who has played a lot
               of sport in his day.

               The plates on a French dresser shake from the vibrations
               caused by the music above.

               Kathleen runs over to the dresser just in time to catch a
               plate before it hits the ground.

                                   SEAMUS POWER
                         Jasus and all that is holy. Do
                         you fecking believe that little
                         prick? He'll come through the
                         fecking floor one of these days.
                         Go up and talk to him woman,
                         before I kick the living shite
                         out of him.

                                   KATHLEEN POWER
                         He's your son Seamus. You know
                         the rule. I deal with the girls.
                         You get the nutcase.

                                   SEAMUS POWER
                         Ah come on woman. Me arthritis is
                         killing me.

               Seamus rubs his knee.

                                   KATHLEEN POWER
                             (shouting)
                         All right then, just this once.
                         But you owe me.

               Louder bangs are heard as Tom bounces around in the room
               above.

                                   SEAMUS POWER
                         That's me girl.

               He slaps her on the backside as she passes.

               She lets out a whelp and giggles like a little girl.



               INT. BEDROOM - DAY

               Tom is really getting into the song. Playing his heart out
               on his imaginary guitar.

               Tom jumps onto the bed and begins to jump up and down while
               playing cords on the tennis racket.

                                   TOM
                             (singing)
                         When I hear th...

               The door opens and Kathleen Power walks in.

               She is greeted to a full frontal view of her son, playing
               guitar stark naked, bouncing around on his bed.

                                   KATHLEEN POWER
                         Jesus Mary and Joseph.

               She covers her eyes to shield herself and backs out of the
               room in a hurry.

               Tom continues on oblivious to what has happened.

                                   KATHLEEN POWER
                             (shouting)
                         Seamus, Seamus. Get up here and
                         deal with your son.



               INT. KITCHEN - DAY

                                   SEAMUS POWER
                         Ah for Jasus sake.

               Seamus Rolls us the newspaper and stars to run upstairs.



               INT. BEDROOM - DAY

               Tom jumps into the air and swings his arm wildly to hit a
               note on the tennis guitar.



               FREEZE FRAME FRONTAL OF TOM (ABOVE WAIST).



               TITLE: TOM POWER. UNEMPLOYED. 21. MUSIC LOVER. SINGLE.



               UNFREEZE.

               Seamus comes crashing through the door, paper in hand.

                                   SEAMUS POWER
                         You feck witted egit. Come here.

               Seamus lashes out with the rolled up newspaper and misses
               Tom.

                                   TOM
                         Ah shite.

               Tom jumps off the bed and runs from the room.



               INT. HALLWAY - DAY

               Tom runs at full speed, naked down the hall towards a
               bathroom.

               He bounces from wall to wall, trying to control himself as
               he heads towards the bathroom at the end of the hall.

               Tom's impacts cause Holy pictures and ornaments to rattle
               and fall of the walls in various locations.

                                   SEAMUS POWER
                         Come here you little bastard.

               Two of Tom's sisters open their doors to see what the
               commotion is about. They are faced with the full frontal
               flight of their brother.

               The mixed sounds of laughter and screams fill the hall, as
               each girl reacts differently, but with similar ear
               deafening responses.

               Seamus runs after Tom, but fails to catch him before he
               enters the bathroom and locks it shut.

               Seamus slaps into the closed door and bounces back onto his
               backside.



               INT. BEDROOM - DAY

               Another bedroom, similar in size. This room is tidier than
               the other. Movie posters litter the walls.

               Jim Ryan sits slumped in front of a Computer, playing a
               computer game.

               He looks like he hasn't slept for days. Jim starts to fall
               asleep at the keyboard when the door to the bedroom opens.

               Jim's father, JOHN RYAN walks in. Early forties, tall and
               broad.

                                   JOHN RYAN.
                         Don't tell me you spent the night
                         playing games again, you little
                         waster?

               John Ryan raises his hand, to clip Jim around the head.

                                   JIM
                         No. I just got up early.

                                   JOHN RYAN
                         You'd better be telling the
                         truth. Get your ass down stairs
                         and have some breakfast. Then get
                         down the job center and make
                         something of yourself.

               Jim Ryan turns to leave the room.



 

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