Kane & Lynch

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BLACK SCREEN.

WE HEAR Heavy breathing. Male heavy breathing, close to us.

Real close, like we’re huddle in real tight with him.

Not so far off, Women and men scream boy in pain and fear. The overly loud crappy P.A. distorts a Asian pop cover of “These boots” slowly winding down. All of it sounding like the beginning or the end of Chaos and Carnage – that suck of air before the storm or the patter of rain after a storm.

Orders are shouted in Thai and weapons are reloaded – bolts pulled back and released.

Someone pleads for his life, the poor fuck reduced to a whiney child pleading to an indifferent father.

The pleas go on and on.

And on.

BOOM!

A single 45 bullet silences that.

More Thai is heard and this time it’s meant for us, meant for the heavy breather.

It’s short and unpleasant.

LYNCH
Fuck! Kane. Kane? Jesus Christ Kane! Say something you son of a bitch…

Lynch is cut short by the sound of automatic gunfire that…

CUTS TO:

INT. THAI STRIP CLUB – DAY

WE SEE dirty tiles exploding under a hail of automatic fire. LYNCH tucks his head tight to avoid the cascading splinters of plaster and stone and wall as it explodes around the pinned down Lynch.

Next to him Xiu, a young Chinese woman, huddles close. Lynch protectively pulls her in even closer.

The burst of fire is heavy and sustained and relentless like they own the bullet factory and the fucking patents.

Eventually someone in Thai, someone in authority barks an order, giving Lynch a moment to look out around his cover.

We momentarily see a sea of bloody carnage that started from the VIP section where and leads to the buffet area where Lynch and Kane are pinned down. In between them and the Thai Gangsters dead bodies and shattered strip club.

But only a moment as another rogue gunman fires and again the voice argues with the gunman.

LYNCH
Missed me you slant eyed lady boy cock sucker!

Again the hail of bullets. Again the order.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
(To XIU) I should’ve never listened you. I always hated your brother.
XIU
My brother’s not the problem.

Lynch tries to shake the noise from his head but Xiu starts arguing back in Cantonese.

LYNCH
Not now!
Lynch raises his gun and she stops.

He checks his ammo. One clip in the Glock 17. Another in his pocket. It’s not much.

It’s not enough.

Not nearly enough.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
KANE!

From our angle we see the still immobile leg of KANE bleeding out. The man is well hidden.

But is he alive? The leg doesn’t move and from this angle Lynch can’t see the rest of Kane. Nor do we.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Kane. You miserable fuck! You talk to me or I’m going to shoot your fucking leg!

The Thai Leader shouts out something in Thai.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Speak English! I’m a fucking tourist!

This doesn’t stop the recognisable patter of henchmen repositioning themselves. Lynch knows there’s not much time.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
I swear it Kane. I will shoot you in the fucking leg right now if you don’t fucking answer me!

Again the orders from the Thai leader.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Shut the fuck up! Can’t you fucking see I’m having trying to have a conversation here?

The Thai Gang leader says something again in his own tongue then…

THAI LEADER
Give yourself up. There’s nowhere to go.
LYNCH
Listen Wang or whatever your fucking name is, I am trying to have a conversation with my colleague here and you keep interrupting my train of thought. You keep carrying on that way and you’re going to piss me off. Now why don’t you and your boys go hold each other’s dicks for 2 minutes and then we’ll talk ok?
THAI LEADER
–OPEN FIRE!–

A hail of gunfire explodes around the pair. Cheap bar fittings and pieces of cheap bar disintegrate then the firing stops.

LYNCH
TWO FUCKING MINUTES! IS THAT TOO FUCKING MUCH TO ASK FOR? I know I hurt your boy Tony’s feelings but you know what? That is a conversation for two minutes time.
Silence.
THAI LEADER
One minute!
LYNCH
Two Minutes! How can a nation that’s so accepting of magic mushroom omelettes on the beach be so fucking unrelaxed about granting a couple of dying men’s last wishes. I just need a moment with my man over there and I swear to fucking Bruce Lee you will have my undivided fucking attention. Deal?

Silence.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Two fucking minutes?
THAI LEADER
OK. 2 fucking minutes.
LYNCH
(to Thai Leader)
THANK YOU!
(To himself)
No good dirty piece of shit eating…
(To Kane)
KANE! You better start talking to me…This cold shoulder jilted lover bullshit is starting to wear pretty fucking thin and if you don’t respond even just to tell me to go fuck myself I am going to squeeze this trigger and shoot you again in the leg.

No response from Kane.

Lynch thinks hard.

Kane’s dead.

Lynch may have actually got Kane killed this time.

Xiu jabs him.

Lynch stares back at her then softens – You’re right, he’s just sore at me.

Lynch has gotta do the unthinkable.

He’s resigned himself.

Takes a huge deep breath.

And…

LYNCH (CONT’D)
I’m sorry ok?

That was as hard as it looked.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Did you hear me? I am trying to fucking apologise.

Barely a moment goes…

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Even though technically it’s not my fault.
KANE
Go fuck yourself Lynch.
LYNCH
Halle-fucking-luyah. Finally.

KANE
Fuck you!
LYNCH
Right now?

Kane goes silent again.

Lynch knows he’s got some work to do.

The man was never the most chatty of individuals.

Always so serious…

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Look, Kane. I know you’ve got some concerns about my decision making processes.
THAI LEADER
1 minute!
LYNCH.
What the fuck! no fucking way!
THAI LEADER
1 minute!
LYNCH
Fucking lying little.
XIU
Focus.
LYNCH
Yeah. Yeah. Sorry Xiu. Focus. Right. Kane. I figured this out.
KANE
What the fuck are you talking about?
LYNCH
I figured out who’s trying to fuck with us.
KANE
You want to do this here? You’re fucking with us. You’re like a bad fucking penny. You’re unhinged, unreliable and unprofessional.
LYNCH
That’s a little fucking unfair.
KANE
Wherever we go… whenever you have an idea, things turn to shit.

LYNCH
I got medical concerns.
KANE
You’re a fucking lunatic.
LYNCH
Don’t use that fucking word.
KANE
What would you prefer, Pyscho?
Xiu seems to agree.

LYNCH
No. Look. We can argue about that later right now I wanted you to know that I know who’s fucking with us and it ain’t fucking God.
KANE
If you start on you illuminati fucking bullshit I swear I will put a bullet into you myself.
LYNCH
I’m telling you I figured this out.
XIU chimes in Chinese.
THAI LEADER
Time’s up.
LYNCH
No fucking…!
The resulting gunfire says otherwise.

XIU keeps angrily snapping at Lynch despite the reign of carnage.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Will you shut the fuck up!
This doesn’t stop her or the gunfire.
KANE
Lynch are you talking with your dead girlfriend again?
Lynch looks to Xiu who seems offended by the idea she might be dead.
LYNCH
Doesn’t matter where the idea came from what we need is a fucking plan to get the fuck out of here so I can tell you who’s the fuck is fucking with us.

A goon approaches out of the dust and smoke towards the hidden felons. He gets within half a metre of Kane’s cover before the broad man shoots the goon in once in the shin then again in the head.

A serving spoon attached to a curtain rod fishes for the MP5 and pulls it in.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
See I knew you had a plan.

Another two goons approach Lynch checks them as they do.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Just a little…

Kane takes down one of the goons for Lynch and the man falls literally into Xius lap.

She screams.

Lynch sweeps the shotgun and shells rolling over in one fluid movwment, points the weapon above him over and blasts a third goon as he leaps over Lynch’s cover.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
Woo! Just like old times Brother.
KANE
(To himself)
That’s what I’m afraid of.
LYNCH
I never understand why they always approach like that. Makes more sense to bum rush us. I mean that’s what I’ld do.

The pair peak out for a moment to see half a dozen goons bum rushing them.

LYNCH (CONT’D)
I’m telling you, technically none of this is my fault.

Kane starts shooting goons.

KANE
Lynch! Shoot… People.

CUT TO:

TITLE OVER:

KANE AND LYNCH
Wish you were here.

CUT TO BLACK:

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