Outside Hatchet Hollis's Office 11/6/2000 12:01

Sam: You and me.

Chantry: What do you mean, me?

Sam: Well you got the guns.

Chantry: SHIT!

They stand outside Hatchet's door and are just about to ring it when Sam notices it's open.

Hatchet Hollis's Office 11/6/2000 12:07

Chantry: Oh Jesus, not again.

The two pause while they build their confidence. They enter Hatchet Harry's room. It's still smoky. There on the table is the money.

Chantry: That's it, I am off.

Sam tiptoes over to the bag containing the money.

Sam:This is our case.

Chantry: What?

Sam: This is our money!

Chantry: Ok now I think we should go.

Sam sees the guns. His eyes widen in surprise.

Sam: I'll meet you in the car. I am taking these guns.

Chantry: Don't mess around, let's go.

Sam: I'll meet you in the car.

Chantry: Sam?

Sam: I'll only be a minute.

Jack's car 11/6/2000 12:15

Jack: (getting in his car)A job well Done (he puts the key in the ignition).

Karl: Made a few dollars, did ya? Now where is it?

Jack can't see Karl but we can see the sharp side of a knife resting along the front of Jack's throat. The Karl is Lying down in the back. Jack assesses the situation.

Jack: You all right back there?

Karl: Very fucking funny. Where's what I want?

Jack: It's in an office; I have just left it in the office.

Karl: Well, you had better go and get it from the office. That's if you want to reach Your next birthday. Now chop-fuckin'-chop.

Jack: All right.

Jack doesn't seem too bothered by this problem. He shrugs and starts the car.

Karl: What are you doing?

Jack: Well, it's a five minute walk or a thirty second drive.

Karl: You had better be careful.

Jack starts his car up, makes sure that he has got his seatbelt on and pulls out on to the road. He gets faster and faster until Karl pokes him in the shoulder with his knife. Jack pulls hard to the left and rams into the nearest parked vehicle. BANG!

Karl goes flying forward, hitting the windscreen.

Paul's Car Outside Hatchet Hollis's Office 11/6/2000 12:15

Paul: Well, what's going on?

Chantry: I don't know, but what I do know is that there's no more Hollis, which means there's no more debt, and if there's no more debt there's no more problem, and there's no more problem with our neighbours because they are all dead. I think, if I get this right, we haven't done anything wrong anyway, which means we are in the cle-BANG!

Jack's car hits them straight in the rear. The bag of cash goes flying through the car, landing on the dash. The Paul and Chantry are knocked unconscious. Jack having removed the knife from a stunned Karl, proceeds to smash his head against the dash and has the most amount of fun in doing so.

Jack: Never, never, not as long as I can remember has anybody been as rude to me as you have. Karl is being thrown around like a rag doll.

A Police Interrogation Room 12/6/2000 9:32

Lieutenant Gary Kane: Don't think I wouldn't like to get rid of you but before I do, I need to know what's going on, Mr. Simmons

Paul: If you think you're in the dark, I am in a black hole.

On The Other Side Of The Two-way Mirror 12/6/2000 9:33

The Traffic Cop standing with a Policeman. There is a long pause far consideration. Eventually he shakes his head.

Traffic Cop: No, that's not one of them.

The Policeman then knocks on the door.

Police Interrogation Room 12/6/2000 9:34

Then Kane looks round to see the Policeman. They exit and Paul is left on his own. After a short pause the door bursts open.

Lieutenant Kane: All right sir, you're outta here!

Hayden's strip club 12/6/2000 22:52

Paul and Chantry are sitting in the bar. Paul is talking to Chantry who is interested in whatever he has to say.

Paul: The Traffic Cop went to the morgue and recognized your neighbours so that put us sort of in the clear. They got no case against us because there is no evidence against us... well apart from those shotguns. But Sam must have got them because the Cops didn't seem to know about them.

Chantry looks embarrassed about something.

Chantry: I wanted to talk to you about that.

Paul: Well, talk.

Chantry: Well not exactly no I got 'em sitting in the car.

Paul: How the fuck did you get them?

Chantry: I don't know how they got there.

Paul: Well Sam must have put them there.

Chantry: They had this note "Sorry about your club house"

Paul: Just get rid of them!

Chantry: Actually I thought we might sell them back to Jim the Jew, but I am having a bit of a problem getting hold of him.

Paul: The only items that connects us with the crime is sitting in your car which is sitting outside?

Chantry:I paid seven hundred for those guns. They could hardly trace them... could they?

Paul: Go and throw those guns off a bridge. And, throw yourself off while you're at it.

Jack walks in. He approaches the bar.

Hayden: Jack...You come to collect something, Jack? Should I have something for you?

Jack: Nope.

Hayden: Can I help?

Jack: I think I can help you.

Hayden: Yes?

Jack: I have got something for you. Well, for your cousin's, guys actually.

Hayden: Well, I suggest you speak to them, then.

They Both look rather shocked. He is carrying their bag and he places it on the table, which increases the shock factor.

Jack: It seems that Hatchet under-estimated your lot and that seems to have cost him. ...I am not going to make the same mistake, am I? I have decided to bring your bag back. ...The words you are looking for start with thank you.

Paul: Thank you.

Jack: Now you have presented me with a problem. I don't have an employer any more. So I have started working for your boss now. And if you think that is unfair you just come and pay me a little visit but you better be waving the white flag high and clear, otherwise it will be the last little visit you lot ever make. ...That's all I had to say. It's been ….emotional.

Jack turns to the Bar and orders a drink. Paul and Chantry stare at the bag and then at each other. Chantry goes forward to open the case. The rest are still in shock. Chantry opens the bag.

Chantry: There's nothing in it!

Paul: What do you mean?

Chantry: I mean it's fucking empty.

Paul lunges forward and stares in. He sticks his hand in and extracts an A4 envelope. he looks puzzled. Paul feels the package and starts to tear the top off. Paul extracts a Sotherby's brochure on shotguns. he still looks confused. he turns the brochure upside down and recognize the shotguns. Slowly he starts to turn the pages. Paul sees the price of the guns!

Paul: $250,000 EACH!

Chantry: And I paid $700 for then not bad when you think about

Paul: Don't you get it we can sell them on and make $250,000 for each one finally I can buy the right equipment to make some Real Bombs ha-ha BIG ONES

Chantry: Errrr... no we can't.

Paul: What! Why?

Chantry go's outside and open his car boot. He looks at the guns with regret and give them one last polish then comes back inside. And now everyone can see that he has in fact turned them into Shawn off shotguns

Paul: (Crying) OH WHY GOD WHY!

Chantry: (Looking to Jack) Wait a minute what Boss?

The Phantom: (Standing in the doorway) ME!

THE END.

OR JUST THE BEGINNING?