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- The Protector
- INT. CAR - DAY
- SUPERIMPOSE: HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT
- DONOVAN "DON" PAULSEN, (30) cries in a Ford Mustang.
- DON
- Jackie...
- He looks in his glove box and pulls out a photo.
- The photo is faded. Don sets it down on the dashboard.
- ASHLEY "ASH" PAULSEN, (19) knocks on the window.
- Don unlocks the door.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (grumbling)
- Any memorable parting words from
- your dear mother? Maybe about your
- brother?
- Ash places her hand on his shoulder.
- ASH
- Dad, she wasn't the person we knew.
- He looks down at the flask of whiskey in his lap. Don passes
- it to Ash.
- She shakes it.
- ASH (CONT’D)
- Still full. I'm genuinely
- surprised.
- DON
- Some things I have to deal with
- without this. The sandbox isn't one
- of those. This is.
- Don opens the glovebox. A 1911 sits in there with three
- magazines next to it. He takes it, flicks the safety on and
- puts in the back of his waistband.
- ASH
- That's a new one. I'm being
- serious.
- Don sits back and lowers the visor. He collects himself and
- takes a sigh. A sealed envelope falls out.
- He opens it up.
- DON
- Here's the new plan.
- He passes the envelope to Ash.
- ASH
- You sure about this?
- DON
- I have to be.
- He cranks the engine and drives.
- The two sit as Don drives through the rainy streets of
- Hartford.
- ASH
- Did you have a plan if this did
- happen?
- Don shrugs.
- DON
- I have one more card to play. That
- job in Phoenix line up for you?
- She nods.
- ASH
- Some Ford dealership, nothing too
- crazy.
- Don nods at this.
- DON
- It's best we get going. Jackie can
- keep my stuff.
- ASH
- Everything?
- DON
- Yeah. Ain't nothing there I can't
- replace.
- The envelope reads, "Knight Pharmaceuticals".
- Next to it, lies a folded job offer letter:
- Wrench opens it.
- Mr. Donovan Paulsen,
- You applied on OperatorWorks.net today for an opportunity in
- private security with a pharmaceutical company, Knight
- Pharmaceuticals located in Phoenix, Arizona.
- I wanted to reach out and schedule time to meet with you so
- we could speak further about this career opportunity. Are you
- available today or tomorrow sometime?
- We would need to allow a few hours to make sure you know all
- the details of the opportunity and I can answer any questions
- you may have.
- Please let me know what your schedule looks like so we can
- set something up.
- Sincerely,
- (Fancy signature here)
- Kim Williams
- EXT. CITY - NIGHT
- SUPERIMPOSE: FOUR DAYS LATER
- The mustang passes a "City of Los Angeles" sign.
- INT. CAR - NIGHT
- Don's eyes widen as he looks around.
- ASH
- You never talked much about growing
- up.
- Don takes a nervous breath as he leans back in his seat.
- DON
- I never wanted to.
- Ash looks at downtown as the car rises on an overpass.
- ASH
- What's so bad about this city? It
- ain't Chicago-
- DON
- Oh, it's probably about the same or
- worse.
- Ash sits back in her seat.
- ASH
- What are we here for again?
- DON
- A lot of illegal shit that I
- probably should've gotten out
- sooner.
- ASH
- That sounds pretty cool, how
- illegal we talking?
- They get back on the main highway.
- DON
- Like the, "If caught I will never
- see the outside ever again"
- illegal.
- A box sits by the freeway.
- DON (CONT’D)
- (muttering)
- ...Contact my 2 o'clock.
- Don's eyes widen as he presses the gas.
- The speedometer jumps from 60 to 80.
- He passes the box.
- ASH
- Dad?
- Don takes a deep breath as he takes one of his hands off the
- wheel. He takes another breath.
- DON
- Don't worry about it.
- His grip on the steering wheel tightens as he drives forward.
- EXT. STORAGE OFFICE - NIGHT
- The mustang pulls up. A U-Haul truck sits there.
- ASH
- This doesn't look very illegal.
- DON
- Wait here.
- Don steps out. RICKY, (early-20s) stands there.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Sorry about the wait, just got back
- from Connecticut, long road trip
- and all.
- He pulls out two one hundred dollar bills and passes it to
- him.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Everything good?
- Ricky nods.
- RICKY
- Everything's in working order, sir.
- DON
- Good, thanks for the help man.
- Don goes back to the Mustang and opens the door.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Follow me in, we gotta load some
- things into the truck.
- ASH
- Some?!
- Don looks back at the truck.
- DON
- Y-Yeah, something like that.
- Don pulls up to a storage unit, stops and faces the back of
- the truck toward the door.
- He turns off the truck, takes the key out, and walks over to
- the unit.
- Ash parks the same way next to him.
- ASH
- You been Tony Montana behind my
- back?
- Don opens the door to the unit and turns on a light.
- INT. STORAGE UNIT - NIGHT
- ASH
- Oh. That kind of illegal.
- Gun crates from World War One to Desert Storm are stacked
- across the room. A Maxim gun's barrel sticks out of a half
- opened crate. Wooden and dark green padlocked crates are
- unorganized and sit across the room.
- DON
- Christ. Ash, help me get this
- loaded.
- Don goes to pop the trunk of his Mustang and looks at a piece
- of paper that reads "Gun trust". Don pulls the ramp from the
- truck.
- The two start to load crates into the back of the truck.
- ASH
- You had these the whole time? What
- else were you hiding?
- Don grabs a dolly, places three crates on top of it that
- read, "M1 Thompson", "M1 Garand", and "Springfield M1903".
- DON
- We're gonna be here a while.
- EXT. STORAGE UNIT - DAY
- The two load one last crate into the truck that reads, "1919
- Browning".
- The truck is full at this point.
- Don closes the door to the back.
- The two look exhausted and sleep deprived.
- DON
- Let's get...
- A figure stands there and smokes a cigarette.
- DON (CONT’D)
- ...Shit...
- MARCUS, (30) walks toward them. He wears a pair of jeans and
- a black T-shirt.
- MARCUS
- I swear, I could've sworn.
- He throws down his cigarette.
- MARCUS (CONT’D)
- Ain't those illegal?
- Don tries to make his way to the truck but finds himself
- blocked as Marcus stands in his way of the driver's side
- door.
- MARCUS (CONT’D)
- All that NFA, huh?
- Don looks into his eyes.
- DON
- Have a nice day, buddy.
- He tries to gently push past him. Marcus stands in his way.
- MARCUS
- I'm assuming the divorce didn't hit
- you too well either.
- DON
- Fuck off.
- Don looks down, not making any eye contact with Marcus.
- MARCUS
- Well, don't get mad at me. Your
- sister and I fairly close.
- DON
- If you're banging her, I don't
- care.
- MARCUS
- Well I am. Call me Marcus.
- Don looks at him and glares.
- DON
- Fuck off, Marcus.
- Marcus steps back from the truck as Don gets in.
- INT. DINER - DAY
- The two sit in the diner as Don looks at the list.
- With a pen, he checks the guns off the list.
- DON
- (muttering)
- Ithaca model 37s, Browning Hi-
- Powers, 1911A1s...
- Ash sits there and eats, curiously watching Don put check
- marks next to the guns on the list.
- ASH
- Everything there?
- DON
- Surprisingly.
- He sets the list down and massages his eyes.
- ASH
- Dad.
- Don's hand rests on a coffee cup.
- ASH (CONT’D)
- You never told mom about all this-
- Why?
- She finishes her meal.
- DON
- I've had a lot happen before you
- showed up.
- She nods. He looks at her.
- DON (CONT’D)
- You want more to eat? I got more
- money if need be.
- Don reaches for his wallet. Wrench shakes her head.
- ASH
- I'm good, thanks dad.
- Don looks out at the truck. His eyes widen as a police
- cruiser passes it. He watches it for a moment.
- The lights and sirens come on.
- DON
- Oh shit.
- He stands up-
- The cruiser drives off.
- Ash's eyes widen as well.
- Don sits down and takes a sigh of relief.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Jesus christ. You want to stay here
- or get going?
- ASH
- Let's get going.
- DON
- You good to drive? We can tow the
- Mustang.
- She nods.
- ASH
- Should be. We'll find a hotel in
- Phoenix, right?
- Don nods as he checks his bank account.
- He sees $10,350 still in checking.
- $601,453 sits in savings.
- DON
- We'll be alright.
- EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
- A highway sign for Phoenix sits there.
- The U-Haul truck and the Mustang pass it.
- INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
- Don wears a tan three day pack.
- Ash carries a duffel bag.
- Don walks over the receptionist up front and shoots a weak
- smile.
- DON
- Howdy there- Uh, just two rooms,
- one person in each of 'em.
- ASH
- Wait, what? Dad!
- Don chuckles at Wrench.
- DON
- I think you can handle yourself.
- Anyway.
- He looks back at the receptionist.
- IND RECEPTIONIST
- Alright sir, anything else?
- He passes him his debit card.
- DON
- I'll pay this in advance.
- The receptionist takes the card from him.
- Don smiles at Ash.
- INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
- Don goes into the room and goes into the minibar.
- He digs out some whiskey and downs some of it.
- Don sits there. The offer letter still sits next to him.
- He downs one small bottle after another.
- FADE TO BLACK.
- INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
- Don lays in his bed, now in a pair of shorts and an old black
- Army T-shirt.
- Next to him are mini bottles of whiskey.
- A knock at the door.
- ASH
- (muffled)
- Dad!
- DON
- Oh, shit.
- Don stands up.
- He hobbles over to the door and opens it.
- Ash stands there in a pair of slacks, a button up, and a pair
- of slip ons.
- Don holds a look of confusion.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Jesus, this is something new in
- comparison to the tomboy shit I see
- you normally wear.
- ASH
- Job interview. Alright if I take
- the car?
- Don nods.
- DON
- Speaking of, I gotta do that
- myself. Just uh- Call me, tell me
- how it goes.
- Don motions her inside.
- He walks over to the night stand next to all of the emptied
- out mini bottles of Jameson.
- ASH
- You drinking because of mom?
- Don shakes his head.
- DON
- Old memories.
- Ash nods.
- Don passes her the Mustang keys.
- DON (CONT’D)
- You somehow manage to find a party,
- invite me.
- ASH
- I don't think they want an old
- fossil like you at a party, dad.
- DON
- Doesn't hurt to try. Don't crash my
- car.
- ASH
- Don't fuck traps.
- DON
- No promises here.
- ASH
- None here either.
- She takes the keys and steps out.
- The door closes behind her.
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