The Crime Boss

by

Isak Gutierrez

SCENE ONE: INT. BAR. DAY

PRO CONNER and RAY MARKS enter the small dimly lit bar. They walk the length of the floor to the counter and sit down.

The bartender, BARTY stops talking to a woman at the counter and approaches Pro Conner and Ray Marks.

	BARTY
What'll ya' have, Pro Conner?

	PRO CONNER
Give me a beer, Barty.

	BARTY
Consider it done. What about you, Ray?

	RAY MARKS
I'll just have a soda. Uh. Orange Soda.

	BARTY
Right, boys. Comin' right up.

Barty puts two glasses in front of them, and they drink. Pro Conner and Ray Marks start looking at people in the bar.

	PRO CONNER
See him?

	RAY MARKS
Nope, not me.

	PRO CONNER
Hm. Barty?

	BARTY
What is it, Pro Conner?

	PRO CONNER
Was there a man lingering in here today? He wears a tan suit, and should have had a few guys with him.

	BARTY
Not as far as I can remember. Oh, but that reminds me; there's a couple fellers over there at that table that want to talk to you.

	PRO CONNER
Thanks, Barty.

Pro Conner and Ray Marks go to the table that Barty pointed out. JAMES YORK and RANDOM GUY 1 sit at it, drinking.

	PRO CONNER
The bartender said that you wanted to talk to us.

	JAMES YORK
That's right. What did you want to talk to The Boss about, Pro Conner?

	PRO CONNER
He said he'd be here in person.

	JAMES YORK
Let's just say that he doesn't have time for any random person who wants to talk to him, even if it's supposed to be important.

	PRO CONNER
Who are you, anyway?

	JAMES YORK
I'm James York. The Boss' 'chief hitman', you could say.

	PRO CONNER
Well, Mr. York, The Boss doesn't get the info until he's here in person.

	JAMES YORK
Really?

	PRO CONNER
Yes. Really. Doubt it all you like.

Random Guy 1 pulls out revolver and points it at Pro Conner. Nobody in the bar seems to notice.

	JAMES YORK
Looks like The Boss won't get to the know the information at all. No-one will.

	PRO CONNER
Are you going to shoot me?

	JAMES YORK
Sorry, pal. The game's up.

Ray Marks looks around for a weapon. He spots a glass on the table. He slowly edges toward it. He snatches it and brings it up toward Random Guy 1 and smashes it over his head.

	JAMES YORK
What the-?

Pro Conner jumps on James York, and a chaotic fight breaks out. Ray Marks throws Random Guy 1 onto a table nearby, flinging the cups and bottles. The two people at the table get up, and jump on Ray Marks. Everyone else in the bar gets the idea and the bar turns to savage comedy as everyone tries to kill eachother.

The fight goes on for about a minute until Pro Conner and Ray Marks manage to get to the door of the bar. They pause, and Pro Conner turns around and shouts over the noise.

	PRO CONNER
Hey, Barty, sorry for the mess. We'll come back later and clean-up, alright?

	BARTY
Whatever!

Pro Conner and Ray Marks exit the joint, and run down the street. People they pass stare. After a while, they stop, both panting hard.

	RAY MARKS
Well, that worked out pretty well.

	PRO CONNER
Ha. Oh well, it was worth a try.

	RAY MARKS
To bad The Boss wasn't there. I was kinda hoping to give him a nice punch.

	PRO CONNER
If you punched him, we'd be dead. We would have been dead also, if that York fellow had had more guys with him.

	RAY MARKS
Yeah, I guess you're right.

	PRO CONNER
Look, we'd better get going. They're probably after us by now. We'll have to stock up on guns and equiptment. Why don't you go to your apartment, and get a few weapons? We'll meet back up at the bar at seven O'clock, alright?

	RAY MARKS
Alright. I'll see ya'.

They both start walking away in opposite directions.

SCENE TWO: EXT. STREET. NIGHT

Ray Marks walks along the street, stopping every now-and-then to look around him. A a few cars pass. He walks to the bar, and leans against the wall. Pro Conner walks up also.

	PRO CONNER
You made it. Excellent. Alright, let's go.

They walk into the bar and look around, making sure that James York isn't there.

	PRO CONNER
Looks like Ol' Barty already cleaned the place up.

	RAY MARKS
Yeah. So, let's go.

They walk to the counter, and stop. Bartynods to them.

	BARTY
The usual?

	PRO CONNER
Yeah, thanks Barty.

	RAY MARKS
Yeah, Orange Soda.

	BARTY
Alright... that's your usual.

	PRO CONNER
Sorry about what happened today, Barty.

	BARTY
No problem.

	RAY MARKS
Uh, just curious, but did those guys come back after they left?

	BARTY
Nope. You in business with them, or something?

	RAY MARKS
No. And when did they leave? Soon after us?

	BARTY
Very soon. You had been gone for about, three seconds, when they went after you.

	PRO CONNER
Well, they're chasing us, that's for sure.

	RAY MARKS
Yeah. Bummer.

	PRO CONNER
I thought you wanted a chase and a fight?

	RAY MARKS
I do, but I hoped we'd be the ones doing the chasing.

	PRO CONNER
Hah hah.

After their drinks, Pro Conner and Ray Marks walk outside again. They hear a muffled feminine scream in an alleyway.

	RAY MARKS
What was that?

	PRO CONNER
It sounded like it came from that alleyway!

	RAY MARKS
Let's go!

They both take off running toward the mouth of the dark alley. They stop when they get close. They hear a little bit of talking. They edge closer, and look. Two MUGGERS are holding knives to a woman, and demanding money. She takes it out of her purse, and they take it and turn around. Pro Conner and Ray Marks run at them. Pro Conner shoots with a revolver, hitting MUGGER 1 in the arm. Ray Marks takes a long stick and hits MUGGER 2 in the face. That one in turn fires, htting Ray Marks' leg.

	RAY MARKS
Augh! Take this you filthy-!

Ray Marks hits Mugger 2 in the face for the final time. Pro Conner and Ray Marks stand there, panting. The woman looks at both of them. Before she can say anything, Pro Conner and Ray Marks spot James York and two men with him. Ray Marks turns to the woman.

	RAY MARKS
Sorry, lady, but we've got to run! I'll catch ya' later, alright?

	PRO CONNER
Come on, Ray!

They both take off running, followed closely by the James York and his men. After a few seconds of running, they are stopped short when three other men block their way. Pro Conner turns around, and looks at James York, who has stopped behind them. Pro Conner and Ray Marks go back to back, realizing that they are surrounded.

	PRO CONNER
I'll take the one on the right and the one on the left, you take the middle and the rear.

	RAY MARKS
What? You take the two behind James York, and James York. I'll take the three in front.

	PRO CONNER
Very well.

Pro Conner pulls out two guns, and shoots both men at either side of James York, who jumps on Pro Conner while pulling out a gun of his own. Ray Marks takes out the stick that he got in the alley, and hits RANDOM GUY 1 on the head. He turns to hit RANDOM GUY 2 but is thrown backwards. Several moments of chaos follows as they all tear at eachother. After a while, Pro Conner and Ray Marks get away, and take off running.

SCENE THREE: EXT. BEACH. DAY

Pro Conner and Ray Marks stop walking, and look around. Several surfers walk past.

	RAY MARKS
Well, we lost them.

	PRO CONNER
We 'lost' them about three hours ago.

	RAY MARKS
Well, it is always good to be sure.

	PRO CONNER
We'll have to lay low for a little while. Wait until another time to get those criminals.

	RAY MARKS
The Boss is a pretty bad gangster. He can do a lot while we 'lay low'.

	PRO CONNER
Yeah, well, there's not much that we can do.

	RAY MARKS
True that. Uh, what now?

	PRO CONNER
Well, I don't know. I guess we stay here for a while.

Pro Conner walks away, toward a building labeled 'SURF SHACK'. Ray Marks shakes his head, and follows. They enter and a moment later, exit with surfboards, and wearing beach clothes. Several minutes of them on the beach doing things.

	WORDS
Several days later, after surfing a whole bunch.

Pro Conner and Ray Marks are walking along the beach, while waves go past.

	RAY MARKS
Well, have we lied low enough? I feel like getting going.

	PRO CONNER
Oh, yeah, about that. I got a few guys to help us take out The Boss, and his men. I felt that it'd be pretty hard to take on so many people alone.

	RAY MARKS
Cool. So, uh, who'd you get?

Several surfers walk up to them. Pro Conner stops and looks at Ray Marks.

	RAY MARKS
Them? Uh, hold on. They're surfers, not like, elites or commandos!

	SURF (SURF LEADER)
Dude, rock it up, man! We're all Elite Commandoes on vacation!

	RAY MARKS
What? Oh, uh, right. Well, okay, if you say so.

	SURF
We do.

	RAT (SURFER)
A little more than 'do'! You should see us in action! We're private eyes for the Elite Lightning Invasion Troopers of Emergancies - or E.L.I.T.Es! We rock the entire coast for twelve miles down the California Range!

	RAY MARKS
Um. Yeah.

SCENE FOUR: EXT. NIGHT. THE CRIME BOSS' BASE

Pro Conner, Ray Marks and all five surfers run past, and hide behind a bunch of boxes.

	PRO CONNER
Alright. Here's what we do. Ray, you and Surf will go in through the main doors, and create a distraction. I'll take everyone else around the back, and take out The Boss. Easy, huh?

	SURF
Sweet!

	RAY MARKS
Fine.

	PRO CONNER
Alright, let's roll out!

Ray Marks runs out from behind the pile of boxes, followed closely by Surf. They both start firing at the sentries, who fire back with machine-guns. They run through the door, and fire at the men running toward them. Outside, Pro Conner and the others run toward the back of the building, firing at the other men in pursuit. Inside, Ray Marks and Surf get seperated, while firing at guards. Surf runs through the hall, and Ray Marks jumps behind a crate. After a little bit of firing, he tries to follow Surf, but has no way of knowing where he is.

	RAY MARKS
Surf? Surf! Crap.

More guards come out, and Ray Marks continues to fire until he's out of amunition. He takes out the stick he got in the alleyway, and starts hitting people over the head with it. He then runs into a room and stops. The Boss stands in front of him. No-one else is in the room.

	RAY MARKS
Crap. Crap. Crap.

	THE BOSS
Why, hello. I don't think I've met you before. Are you the cause of all the gunshots outside?

	RAY MARKS
Y-you're The Boss!

	THE BOSS
I know that. What I don't know is who you are. Would you care to explain?

	RAY MARKS
W-well, I'm Ray Marks. Since we're not buddies, you can call me Marks. Or, if you would prefer to call me 'Man With A Gun About To Shoot You', you are at liberty to do so.

	THE BOSS
Very well, Man With A Gun About To Shoot You. What is you're purpose here?

	RAY MARKS
Uh. My name is Ray Marks. You killed, uh... you killed... somebody, I think. Prepare to die!

	THE BOSS
That's most interesting. But if I saw correctly on the security camera, you used up all of your bullets on my guards.

	RAY MARKS
Oh. Crap. Well, then I'll have to use another title: 'Man With A Stick About To Hit You'.

Ray Marks takes out a stick and hits The Boss over the head, who falls down, unconscious. A few moments later, Surf, Pro Conner and all of the other surfers run in.

	PRO CONNER
Dang! I was looking forward to shooting him. Oh well.

	RAY MARKS
Well, that's that. Now we just have to take him to the police station.

	SURF
C'mon, it's supposed to be way more awesome than that! We're supposed to, like, have a huge fight, and then some of us get hit, and then I finally get the guy! You act like this is part of your everyday lives!

Pro Conner and Ray Marks look at him, and then look at eachother. Then back at Surf.

	RAY MARKS
Aw, c'mon. We do this every weekend, dude!

Surf looks back and forth to Pro Conner and Ray Marks.

Fade out. Ending credits.