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7/30/2019 Triple Date

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LONE WOLVES - TRIPLE DATE

By Tom Gran & Martin Woolley


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FADE IN:

EXT. PRISON - EVENING

MICH stands nervously in front of the towering prisongates, a bow tie round his neck and a bunch of flowers in

one hand.

The gates swing open. PHOENIX ARIZONA, a sexy broad in aknotted convict shirt and an eye patch, emerges fromwithin, her heavy boots thudding against the ground as shestrolls confidently towards MICH. A heavily armed GUARDwalks behind her, stopping at the edge of the prisongrounds.

GUARDYou stay outta trouble now,Phoenix.

ARIZONA turns towards him and grabs her crotch.

ARIZONAI got your trouble right here!

The gates creak shut as she approaches MICH.

MICHHey Arizona! Hi! You look nice!

ARIZONAYou look like shit on balls.Wheres your bike?

MICHIts right over here, Arizona!

He gestures to his motorcycle parked nearby.

MICH (CONTD)I got us a table at yourfavourite dive bar, its-

VRRRRMMM! ARIZONA takes off on MICHs bike, tearing down

the highway. MICH looks on.

MICH (CONTD)(whispered)

I fuckin love her.

EXT. DIVE BAR - CONTD

Heavy metal blares from within the bar. A flashing neonsign reads GIRLS! STEAKS! BEER!

HAMMOND stands outside dressed in a black waistcoat,

complete with a carnation in the lapel, a box of chocolatesunder his arm.


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ARIZONA cruises in on MICHs bike. She hops off near HAM,leaving the still-running bike to plow straight into abarflys pickup truck.

HAMMOND

Arizona, its wonderful to seeyou again!

She approaches the door.

HAMMOND (CONTD)Lemme get that for you.

He reaches to open the door for her -- she gets therefirst, slamming it hard into his face. He staggers back,bumping into the owner of the smashed pickup.

PICKUP GUYYour bike trashed my truck!

HAMMONDThat aint my-

WHAM! The man socks him square in the jaw. HAM snaps -- hecharges at the barfly, ramming him face-first into theremains of his truck. The man disengages his head from thetrucks door and dives at HAM.

INT. DIVE BAR - CONTD

ARIZONA crosses the room. Huge men in wife-beaters anddirty denim swill bottles of beer as they leer at a coupleof sorry looking strippers. ARIZONA snatches a beer fromone of them as she passes, downs it and slaps it into thehand of a weedy patron. The owner of the beer turns,looking for the culprit and plows a fist into theunsuspecting drunks face.

ARIZONA flops down in a booth opposite BOSTON -- she frownstaking in the baby-blue velour tux that hes opted to wear.

BOSTON

Hey Arizona! You look great! Howwas your vacation!

ARIZONAI was in the pen you dumbass.

BOSTONOo-la-la! Is that near France?

ARIZONA snaps her fingers -- a waitress arrives.

ARIZONA

Two steaks. Rare, like a goodman. Am I right?

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She laughs. The waitress giggles. ARIZONA stops dead andfixes the waitress with a steely glare. The waitress backsaway.

The door swings open -- HAMMOND enters, shirt ripped, face

bloodied. He approaches the booth and catches sight ofBOSTON. They exchange a stern stare.

ARIZONA (CONTD)Whats the matter chief, aintyou been on a double date before?

HAM pulls a knife out of his side and drops it on thetable.

HAMMONDNormally that means two chicks-

ARIZONAThats why I invited you. Sitdown.

HAM sighs and slides into the booth next to BOSTON.

BOSTON smirks. HAM turns to him.

HAMMONDYou look like Liberaces jizzsock.

The waitress returns with two huge, bloody steaks anddeposits them on the table.

ARIZONA grabs BOSTONs plate and flips his steak on top ofhers. She picks up the double-stacked steak and proceeds todevour it like a sandwich.

HAMMOND (CONTD)What a woman.

The door opens again and MICH trudges in, tracking mud andmissing one of his shoes. He pulls a snake out of his hair

and tosses it aside -- it flies through the air and hits astripper in the face.

He approaches the booth, sour-faced.

MICHWhich of you nutsacks totaled mybike?

ARIZONAI did.

MICH beams.

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MICHAwesome job! High five!

He raises a hand. ARIZONA ignores it, picking her teethwith the knife that was recently removed from HAMs guts.

She chucks the knife and pulls herself up.

ARIZONAIm gonna go take a piss.

She heads out the front door. The Wolves watch her leave.

MICHSo are you guys gonna fuck offnow? I dont like performin withan audience.

HAMMONDMe fuck off? Weve had this dateplanned for weeks. You clownsbetter back off if you wanna keepyour teeth.

BOSTONHey, if anyone should fuck offits you guys. You know how muchit cost to rent this sweet tux?

MICHOh yeah, that was money wellspent. That suits almost as shitas Hams mullet.

HAMMONDHey, at least we arent dumbenough to get our rides jackedup.

MICHPft, as if shed wanna take yourlame-ass rides.

BOSTON pulls himself up.

BOSTONYou know what guys? Im justgonna go ask her! Im gonnastraighten this whole thing out.

He heads for the door.

EXT. DIVE BAR - CONTD

ARIZONA crosses the road to a liquor store, pulls on a

balaclava and draws a pistol. She disappears into thestore, BOSTON exits the bar and rounds the corner.

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Stopping in a private spot, BOSTON makes a crude puppetwith his fist and thumb, produces a lipstick from hispocket and applies it generously to its mouth. He raiseshis hand to his face, pressing the lipstick against hischeeks to leave several unconvincing kiss marks.

BOSTONHe he he. This oughta show em-

TAP TAP TAP. BOSTON stops.

As he slowly turns to look behind him, he realises thathes inadvertently positioned himself directly in front ofthe window by the Wolves booth. MICH and HAM look blanklyat him through the glass.

BOSTON drops the lipstick, runs to his car and tears off

down the road.

INT. DIVE BAR - CONTD

MICH and HAM watch BOSTONs car vanish over the horizon.

MICHWhat a moron.

HAMMONDYeah, the things some fools willdo for a dame.

WHAM! ARIZONA kicks the door open, a bag of money and a gunin her hands. Sirens blare from outside the bar. She runsover to the booth.

ARIZONAHey, Mich, baby, will you holdthis for me?

She tosses the gun into his lap.

MICHSure! Sure I will!

HAMMONDWhat, nothin for me?

ARIZONAHere!

She chucks him a bloody baseball bat -- a severed handstill clinging on to it. HAM grins.

She runs out the back door. They watch her go, smiling.

MICHMan, Bostons gonna be sojealous.

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The front door slams open again. A horde of police menstorm the bar.

COPFreeze! Drop the weapon!

WHAM! The police bear down on the Wolves, pinning theWolves to the floor. They cling to ARIZONAs gifts.

HAMMONDYeah what a sucker.

ZZZZZTT! A cop jams a tazer into HAMs back.

FADE OUT.

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