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- The Things We Protect
- INT. MICK'S BAR - DAY
- The bar is almost empty with a couple of people inside.
- KELLY, (mid-60s) stands behind the counter and wipes off the
- counter in front of him.
- KELLY
- What can I get you, son?
- In front of him, SARAH FLYNN, (late-20s) sits there and
- smokes a cigarette. She puts her lit cigarette into an
- ashtray and looks at Don. Sarah shoots Don a grin.
- FLYNN
- I knew you were in town.
- DON
- I was just leaving actually.
- Don's eyes widen as he looks at her. He does an about face
- and turns around, only for the door to open. James walks
- through the door.
- James looks at Don. His face brightens.
- JAMES
- Doc, holy fuck!
- James hugs Don as Don holds his arms out. Don pats him on the
- back and shoots a nervous grin. He tries to turn and position
- himself in front of the door.
- Sarah grins at the bartender and puts up two fingers, then
- shoots another glance back at Don.
- James lets go.
- JAMES (CONT’D)
- Where the hell have you been man? I
- know you gave me the number and
- all, and I heard you were in town,
- but-
- Don motions for him to simmer down.
- DON
- Easy now. Yeah, I work out here
- now.
- JAMES
- Come on, let me buy you a damn
- drink.
- DON
- I think the nice lady over there
- beat you to it.
- James glares at Sarah.
- JAMES
- (muttering)
- Thot.
- DON
- Be nice.
- Don walks over to a bar stool and sits between Sarah and
- James.
- KELLY
- What'll it be?
- DON
- Shot of Jay-mo.
- He looks over at Sarah.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Funny how things go. One second
- your ex-wife has you working as her
- undercover pet, and the chick you
- banged two weeks before your
- divorce who also almost carried out
- a hit on you just happens to be in
- town.
- With his right hand, Don reaches into his waistband for his
- Colt Defender and places his hand on it.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Funny how the world works isn't it?
- Kelly slides a shot glass in front of him.
- SARAH
- For all intents and purposes,
- you're already dead you cunt.
- DON
- That a threat?
- Don's eyes widen as he takes the Defender out of its holster.
- James reaches for Don's right hand.
- Sarah just rolls her eyes at this.
- SARAH
- Really now? Is this amateur hour to
- you?
- Don lets his sidearm go and takes a sigh, then pushes James's
- hand away.
- Don looks over at James.
- DON
- It's fine, don't fucking
- worry about it.
- SARAH (CONT’D)
- You've been on a few
- adventures, haven't you now
- lad? Jumpier than usual now.
- Don downs the shot of whiskey in front of him.
- DON (CONT’D)
- You wouldn't believe me if I told
- you.
- Don sighs.
- Sarah puts her hand on his back which causes Don to flinch
- and look at her with fear in his eyes.
- SARAH
- Whatever it is, I've probably heard
- worse.
- Don gives a glance to James.
- DON
- Miller's involved too you know. It
- damns both of us.
- Don downs another shot.
- JAMES
- How long you been sober for?
- DON
- Three years.
- SARAH
- Sobriety, is it that thing men lie
- about when they want to feel better
- about themselves rather than having
- the self-control to stop
- themselves?
- James scratches his head and shakes it. Don looks over at
- Sarah and shoots her a glare.
- JAMES
- Fucking CIA niggers, how far deep
- did they get you?
- DON
- My daughter's trying to piece it
- together. Worst case scenario, she
- ends up dead. Best case, we both
- do. The less she knows the better.
- James nods at this.
- SARAH
- You sound like my father you dumb
- cunt. Then he had the courage to
- throw a bomb at the fucking British
- when I was only a wee lass. Didn't
- tell no one and died without a
- proper burial.
- She downs a pint of Guinness.
- DON
- What's that gotta do with this?
- SARAH
- Tell that girl what's going on or
- she'll do nuthin' but resent you
- for the rest of her poor life.
- DON
- Wonderful, I'm getting advice from
- a serial killer now too, in that
- case.
- Don slides the shot glass over to Kelly.
- SARAH
- You're no different than I am, only
- difference between you and I are
- what side of the law we're on.
- The shot glass comes back to Don.
- DON
- Really? Because-
- SARAH
- Your people say it's okay to do it
- and so do mine, Donovan.
- Don sits there, whiskey in hand.
- DON
- So why am I still in your presence
- and breathing?
- SARAH
- Because my boss and I had a falling
- out over your sorry arse.
- Don just shrugs.
- DON
- You should've just let him whack
- me, maybe then my wife-
- SARAH
- Ex.
- Don rolls his eyes.
- DON
- -Ex-wife would've been a shit ton
- richer.
- He downs another shot of whiskey.
- SARAH
- With that girl havin' some scumbag
- for a father? Some kid out of
- college? Is that what yer lookin
- for?
- DON
- It'd be a better fucking father
- than me! Y'know? All I know how to
- fucking do is-
- Don massages his eyes and pushes his glass forward.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Then I got Dutch fuckin' Van Der
- Linde, the man with the plan right?
- I'm supposed to somehow believe
- that if I follow his guide that
- we'll both be absolved of our
- fucking sins.
- Conrad walks through the door. Don glances over.
- DON (CONT’D)
- Howdy Dutch, what plan do
- you have now?
- Conrad looks over at Don. He walks over and smacks him upside
- the head.
- CONRAD
- Really? After four fucking years
- this is what you're down to?
- Drinking your sorrows away with
- your retarded friend and a...
- He looks over at Sarah. She shoots him a wink.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- ...Irish chick that I'm definitely
- fucking later tonight...
- Sarah grabs Don by the crotch. Don's eyes widen and a grin
- shows on his face as he spills some of his whiskey on
- himself.
- SARAH
- Sorry, not too big a fan of greasy
- men.
- James looks away from this with a pained groan.
- Conrad gives a pained look as well. He puts his hands up.
- CONRAD
- Crazy bitch is all yours, Paulsen.
- Sarah lets go of Don's crotch and looks at him.
- SARAH
- And who might you be?
- CONRAD
- This retard's co worker. Conrad.
- She nods at this.
- SARAH
- Donny boy said you had a plan.
- CONRAD
- Well, we did however...
- Conrad shrugs and takes a seat.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- We have a bit of an overbearing
- boss.
- SARAH
- Need me to take care of him?
- Conrad shakes his head.
- CONRAD
- Doubt you'd be able to even if you
- wanted to.
- Don looks over at Conrad.
- DON
- She could pull it off, though we'd
- have the heat on us in no time.
- CONRAD
- Cho tried. Pointed a nine milimeter
- at his skull while he was looking
- away.
- Conrad sticks up one finger to the bartender.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- I'll take what Paulsen here's
- having.
- He motions to Don.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- Anyway right?
- He puts his fingers in the shape of a pistol.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- Fired a volley right into his back
- from his wheelchair. Pulled a
- Beretta from under his desk, fired.
- Should've hit his spine. I'm
- sitting right there. Next thing you
- know-
- He shakes his head and looks down.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- His back literally closes itself
- back up like it didn't even happen.
- Now, the holes in his clothes from
- the rounds are still there but Cho?
- He fired about some... Fuck, he
- dumped a whole mag into the dude's
- back from a sitting position at
- five feet.
- Conrad downs a shot of whiskey.
- CONRAD (CONT’D)
- Matthews, the motherfucker. He
- turns around, pulls Cho out of his
- wheelchair and just chokes the
- fucking life outta him, gives him
- this cold glare and I swear I heard
- him say, "I gave you your chance."
- JAMES
- An entire mag of nine? Well maybe
- if he used .45-
- DON
- Shut up, James.
- SARAH
- Sounds like a load of shite if you
- ask me.
- She puts another cigarette in an ash tray.
- SARAH (CONT’D)
- And you're telling me he wasn't
- choking blood or nothin' like that?
- Conrad nods.
- The group sits there in silence.
- Don downs one more shot. He reaches into
- Sarah grabs his leg.
- SARAH (CONT’D)
- Yer not gonna just leave a girl
- like this are you?
- DON
- I got a fuckin' kid to take care
- of, Flynn.
- Sarah gives Don a grin.
- SARAH
- You'll come around.
- Don steps back and looks at her. He shakes his head.
- DON
- No, I won't Sarah. That was a one
- time thing.
- SARAH
- Doesn't have to be.
- Don takes out his wallet and passes the bartender some cash.
- DON
- I'd rather it be.
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