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BUD
(softly)
I spent years trying not to live
down to mine.
(thinking)
We should block off the bathroom.
They could come through --
A CREAK outside the front door. Bud levels the SHOTGUN.
BOOM! The DOOR is BLOWN OFF ITS HINGES. We see the
figure of a man sprawl back in the dirt. In the darkness
beyond, MUZZLE FLASHES from all around. Exley and Bud
RETURN FIRE.
We hear the BACK WINDOW BREAK under a MUFFLED BLOW. Bud
charges back, yanks down the mattress revealing two men
climbing through. Sitting ducks: torn apart by THREE
TRIPLE-AUGHT ROUNDS close in. A beat, then...
We got him!
EXLEY
Bud smiles, in on the plan as theres an answering WHOOP.
A third man looks through the window. BOOM! Bud nails
him.
Bud motions Exley to stay put, then slips out the window.
EXT. VICTORY MOTEL - NIGHT
Bud crouches, looks between the cinder blocks supporting
the room. Two sets of feet shuffling along. Bud FIRES
the SHOTGUN. Shrieks as the men go down. Bud extends
the .38 to fire point blank headshots. Then...
Bud flattens himself as a wicked CROSSFIRE TEARS UP ROOM
6.
INT. VICTORY MOTEL - NIGHT
Exley is forced down as well, lying flat as plaster rains
down.
The door frame splinters as more Dudley men charge in.
Four men with rifles. One is Patchett's Burly Bodyguard.
They spot Exley lying there. Hushed whispers as they
approach: "Dead meat." "Be careful." Kicks in the
side. The men look at each other, sneer.
Exley jerks a foot. The foot man stumbles as Exley spins
around SHOOTING. FIRING the .45 and his own .38. All
four men go down. Exley stands, digs into his pocket to
reload.
Bud scrambles back through the window. Exley looks over
and smiles as Bud reloads the shotgun. It's dead quiet.