INT. CAR ON WOODED ROAD - LATE AFTERNOON, EARLY 1930’s

MOLES (30s), big ears, grey-brown sporadic hair, bruised cheek, driving. MILKY, 30s, slick brown hair, patent leather shoes, gold front tooth, in passenger seat. Both have young faces and old eyes.

ALFY, 24, messy black hair, gritty face, black clothes, scar running along jawbone, scar along wrist, in back seat, half-conscious, hands tied together.

A car driving along an empty road, rain coming down. The road is surrounded by forest.

					MILKY
			Hey Moles, I think this bum's
			awake.

Moles turns and looks at Milky.

					MOLES
			What the hell you looking at
			me for? I'm driving, goddamn 
			it.

Moles shakes his head, squints. Milky turns around and faces Alfy.

					MILKY
			Hey buddy. Now listen here. You
			awake? You might as well tell
			us where it is, where you
			hiding it. Otherwise, you're
			gonna die. You gots 48 hours
			left, and unless you tell me
			what I need to know, you
			ain't getting no antidote.
			Don't be no hero, just tell
			us where it is.

Alfy still appears half conscious.

					MILKY (CONT'D)
				(Pause)
			Alright, fine. Don't say nothing.
			What'd you think, you think you
			could get away with it bub?
			Nobody can't do nothing in this
			town without boss knowing about
			it.

Milky turns to Moles.

					MILKY (CONT'D)
			I think he's still out of it.

					MOLES
			All right, just lay off till he's
			back. Patience, Milk, patience.

					MILKY
			Wha?

					MOLES
			Patience, for chri'sakes.

					MILKY
			Patience?

					MOLES
			Yeah, patience! What are ya,
			stupid?

Moles gives Milky a dirty look.

CUT TO:

EXT. SIDEWALK – EARLY AFTERNOON (FLASHBACK)

ALFY walks down a sidewalk. A Chevy Coupe SCREECHES to a halt in front of Alfy. MILKY jumps out of the car and runs after Alfy, who starts to run away. Alfy only takes a few steps before Milky jumps on top of him.

INT. CAR ON HIGHWAY - LATE AFTERNOON 

ALFY, tied up in the car, becomes more conscious, his head straightens and he looks around. MILKY and MOLES are up front.

ALFY’S POV:

					MILKY
			So how's the family, Molesy?
			What you got, two, three kids
			now? 
				(Distorted)
			I can’t remember the last time
			I visited ya. And how's Rita
			doing, anyhow? 

					ALFY (V.O.)
			What is this? How did I get
			here? Who are these guys?...
			Oh man, this ain’t good. How
			did they find me? Did Flor
			tell somebody where I was
			
					ALFY (V.O. CONT’D)
			hiding? No, couldn’t be.

Alfy’s thoughts run atop the conversation.

					MOLES
				(Distorted)
			I tell ya Milk, life's really
			treating me good. I love my
			three kids. James, he made the
			baseball team, Greggy is a
			college freshman, he’s gonna be			
			a banker. But I tell ya, futzing
			bills killing me. How's that
			new girl doing, you cake-eater?
			I hear she's a doll. What'd
			ya do to ring her in, get your
			mom to set you up?
					
					MILKY
			Aw, screw! I met her at my 
			uncles, at Limro's. And she’s
			a doll, let me tell ya. She’s
			some broad.

					MOLES
			She got any pretty friends?

					MILKY
			Aw, come on Molesy. Don't put
			me behind the eight-ball again.
			Last time you messed around
			with some girl I showed you,
			her bimbo older brother came
			after me.

					MOLES
			All right, all right. Eggs in
			the coffee. Ya don't gotta be
			a slippery goose.

					MILKY
			Yeah, okay. Eggs in the coffee,
			and that better be all it is,
			Moles.

The car travels up a wooded mountain road.

					ALFY
				(Dazed)
			Where... where are you taking me? 
			What is this? What are you guys 
			doing? Where is she? Where is Flor?

					MOLES
			Hey look, sleeping beauty's
			awake.

Milky snickers. He looks back at Alfy.

					ALFY
			What'd you do with her?!

					MOLES
			Hey-relax, hey-relax. No
			shouting in the car, I gotta
			focus, I'm a professional
			here. Would you interrupt Joe 
			Jackson when he's standing 
			there with a bat on his shoulder,
			waiting for the pitch?
				(Pause)
			Well, bad example, but you
			know what I'm saying.

					MILKY
				(After a bit)
			What Moles is saying is, he's
			a driver, and drivers don't
			like no shouting. And what
			you are saying, I can not
			know. All I know is we
			kindly escorted you into our
			car, placed you in the 
			back seat, and have been
			driving for about... oh,
			forty-five minutes. Won't 
			you say that's about right?

					MOLES
			Yeah, that about wraps it up.
			Plus we trashed the place, and
			didn't find what belongs to
			our dear employer.

					MILKY
			Now all we needs from you is
			a little information. You can
			either tell us now, or you can
			wait to see what we got
			waiting for you when we get to
			where we're going.

CUT TO:

INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – DIM

ALFY sits under a hanging light, tied to a chair. MILKY and MOLES watch as BRANTY (40s), tall, heavy, muscular, punches Alfy in the chest.

INT. CAR ON MOUNTAIN - LATE AFTERNOON

MOLES and MILKY up front, ALFY tied in the back.

					MOLES
			Don't forget, Milky, to tell
			him about the poison.

					MILKY
			Oh, oh yeah. You got poison in
			ya, and as soon as you give us
			some answers, we give you the
			antidote. Got it, buddy?
			Otherwise, you're dead in 48
			hours.

					ALFY (V.O.)
			They’re bluffing.

Poison flows through Alfy’s bloodstream.

FADE TO WHITE.

INT. BANK - AFTERNOON (FLASHBACK)

ALFY walks into the bank and barricades the door with a piece of wood. He has a semi-automatic gun in his hand.

					ALFY
				(Scared)
			Everybody freeze! On the floor,
			on the floor now! Hands over
			your heads, too! Don't try any
			funny business or— 

Alfy shoots GLENNIE (30s) in the hip, his hand shaking. She falls to the ground as the others yell.

					ALFY (CONT’D)
			Or you end up like her!

Alfy walks over to the counter, sweating.

					ALFY (CONT’D)
			You, you there with the suit on,
			open up this lock this instant!
			Off your feet... Hey! Off your
			feet, buddy! Open it or... or
					ALFY (CONT’D)
			I'm gonna do something to this
			here lady that you’re gonna be 
			responsible for! I don't want 
			any trouble now, mister. I'm
			just taking what's mine. Don't
			try to be the hero.

CUT TO:

INT. ALFY'S BATHROOM - AFTERNOON - MESSY

ALFY is shaving. FLOR (22), four months pregnant, and beautiful. She has red hair, wearing a loose nightgown, sitting on top of the toilet seat cover. She looks at Alfy.

					FLOR
			Don't do it, Alfy.

					ALFY
			Come on now, Flor. I got to,
			you know that. I gotta do it.

					FLOR
			We can just leave, Alfs. We
			can just pick up and go. We
			don't need no money. We can
			work when we get to wherever
			we get to.

					ALFY
			Flor, that money is ours. I
			don't care who it is, I don't
			care if it’s the President.
			That was supposed to be the money
			for the baby, Flor. I want to
			give this kid what he deserves.

					FLOR
			You ain't gonna give him
			nothing if you get caught. You
			ain’t gonna leave us with nothing
			if you get yourself killed!

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - AFTERNOON

ALFY drags the BANKER (38) to a door with a large combination lock on it. He turns and sees CALVIN (45) stand up.

					ALFY
			Hey! You, stay down! Stay down
			or I'm going to drill you one!
			On your back, on your back!

Alfy turns to the banker. The banker OPENS the combination and the door. Inside lies a room of safe boxes.

					ALFY
			All right, buddy, which one is
			it? Which one is his? Which
			one has his money in it? That's
			all I want, I don't want the
			bank's money, buddy. Just
			goddamn tell me!

					BANKER
			I... Mister, I don't know what
			you mean!

					ALFY
			Don't give me no wise head
			business! You know exactly who
			I mean.

					BANKER
			I'm being square with you,
			mister! I don't know who-

					ALFY
				(Cutting in)
			Don't know who? Who do ya
			think? The guy who owns this
			joint, the guy who owns this
			whole town! He owns you, he
			owns everybody in here. Except,
			not me. I'm sick of being 
			owned. Now I own him. Which 
			one is it?!

CUT TO:

INT. CAR ON HIGHWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

MILKY and MOLES up front, ALFY in the back.

					MILKY
			It wasn't at your place, kid.
			Now, where you hiding it?

					ALFY
			First, tell me what you did
			with her. Tell me what you did,
			you saps!

					MOLES
			Hey, you hear that, Milk? He's
			calling us saps. I guess we
			must of done pretty well for a
			bunch of saps... we found this
			one's hiding spot and all. And
			let me tell you, I would much
			rather be up here being called
			some sap than back there slowly
			dying of the potassium arsenite
			we fed you a good hour ago... 
			Yeah, you don't feel like such 
			a hard guy no more, do you? 
			Well, as soon as we get there, 
			we gonna really put the screws 
			on you. You might as well just 
			tell us now and make it easy for
			everybody.

					ALFY (V.O.)
			So this is it. This is the way 
			things are. The way things
			gotta be. I lead them to the
			stash, death won't be too far
			behind. I keep quiet, death is
			riding my ass even harder.
				
Alfy pauses and looks at Moles and Milky.

					ALFY (V.O.)
			I sure am in a tight spot...
			You know, it's the damnedest 
			thing. Some people call that
			super-human adrenaline rush
			that ya get in these situations
			acting heroically. I never
			got around to calling it
			anything short of nothing-to-
			lose crazy. Dead crazy.

The three sit in the car. Alfy looks out the side window. The car goes around a corner, driving on the outside lane on the ledge of the mountain. 

Alfy jumps from his seat, BANGS Moles in the head with his tied fists, and grabs the wheel. 

					MOLES
			Hey, get your hands off!

The car SCREECHES to the right side of the road, BREAKS through the railing, goes over a cliff.

					MILKY
			Oh my god! You goddamn palooka 
			bastard!

Milky takes his gun out and SHOOTS Alfy once in the head, then twice in the chest.

CUT TO BLACK

					ALFY (V.O)
			Ah, I'm not worried too
			bad. I saw it coming. I
			figure it's a better way to
			die than falling hundreds of
			feet down a cliff in a Chevy
			Coupe.

INT. ALFY'S APARTMENT - EVENING (FLASHBACK)

FLOR lies on the bed. She is not pregnant, she has a night gown on that reveals her long legs. ALFY is laying next to her.

					FLOR
			Know what's weird that I was
			thinking about just a second
			ago, Alfy?

					ALFY
			No, what were you thinking
			about, kiddo?

					FLOR
			Well, I saw this picture the
			other day, it was a real nice
			picture. It was a romance and
			in the end the lead chum, he
			got tragically killed in a car
			crash. The woman, she was so
			upset, I tell ya. If I were
			her, I woulda offed myself. I
			woulda. No joke. But she just
			cried a lot. It was a pretty
			picture, I tell ya. But see
			the thing that was weird was,
			this actress, her name was
			Adrienne Bucar. She was really
			beautiful and all, but the
			weird thing is, see, her name.
			I thought it was the strangest
					FLOR (CONT’D)
			name. I thought to myself, that
			sounds like such an unnatural 
			name. I thought, it must be so 
			strange to be an Adrienne Bucar.
			That is a weird thought, to
			think what it would be like to 
			have that name

Floor looks at the ceiling. Alfy looks at her.

					ALFY
			Yeah, that's something, ain't 
			it?

					FLOR
			But wait, that's not all, see.
			Then, then I though, well if I
			was in the picture, and she
			saw my name in the credits, she
			could think the same thing about
			my name! She could think, 
			Florica Mestol, what a funny
			name! I wonder what it would be
			like to have that name!
				(Pause)
			And then, and then I realized
			that if my name really was
			Adrienne Bucar, well, nothing
			would be any different. Not a
			thing. I would get used to it,
			I mean I wouldn't have to get
			used to it since I would never
			know nothing different. It would
			be as natural to me as my name
			is now. I would never think it
			was a strange name. Ain't that
			neat?

Alfy smiles. He puts his palms on the edges of her face and turns her face towards his.

					ALFY
			I love you.

					FLOR
				(Whisper)
			I love you too, Alfsy.

He lets go of her face and admires her. He looks at her legs.

					ALFY
			You know something? You've
			got sommmme getaway sticks.

THE END.