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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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