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On the Run
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BLACK SCREEN
Narrator –
[font]Hello. Welcome to the sad life of Rufus [/font]Palm. The London district manager. He lives a scheduled life. A life of times and number crunching. But every Friday he escapes from this life, and he goes to the bar with his friends and co-workers. And like all bad things – his life of crime began in the bar.[/FONT]
BAR SETTING
[font]Rufus to the Bartender – Two lager sha[/font]ndies, and be snappy man. I haven’t all day.[/FONT]
[font]Bartender – Two lager shandies coming [/font]up, Rufus. You want some red wine as well, you know ... your usual?[/FONT]
[font]Rufus – No, I’ve had a bad day at wo[/font]rk. I think I should treat myself.[/FONT]
[font]Bartender – Fair enough, guv’. Thatâ[/font]€™ll be £5.50[/FONT]
[font]RUFUS HANDS OVER THE MONEY AND WALKS TO [/font]HIS TABLE WITH 2 OF HIS FRIENDS WHO HAVE THEIR OWN DRINKS – TIME PASSES – ADD EMPTY BEER GLASSES TO REFLECT HIS[/FONT]
[font]Rufus – Awh, man. I think I may have d[/font]runk more then I intended too.[/FONT]
[font]Friend #1 – Nonsense, you can never dr[/font]ink too much![/FONT]
[font]Friend #2 – Excuse me, I have to go to[/font] the toilet[/FONT]
FRIEND #2 leaves
[font]Friend#1 – Don’t worry, he’s a pan[/font]sy teetotaller. Now, let’s say we do something daring, aye?[/FONT]
Rufus – Like what?
[font]Friend#1 – I don’t know man! Think o[/font]f something![/FONT]
Rufus – But I d-
Friend#1 – Tell you what.
Friend#1 whispers in Rufus’s ear
CUT TO BEDROOM
[font]Alarm clock is ringing, Rufus wakes up w[/font]ith a start[/FONT]
Door gets kicked down, FBI flood in
Rufus – What the fu-
Cut to Court
[font]Judge – Do you, Rufus Palm; plead guil[/font]t or non-guilty to the following crimes? Abuse of sanctioned power, attempted destruction of London Property, Treason?[/FONT]
Rufus - ... Guilty
Cut to Prison
[font]Steel bars slam shut. Rufus sits down on[/font] the bed and thinks to himself. He is shocked when he sees a small hole that enables him to speak to the opposite inmate in the corner of the room, he goes up to it[/FONT]
Rufus – Hello?
An eye occupies the hole
Motley – Hey, you the new guy?
Rufus – Yeah. How do you know?
[font]Motley – News travels faster than fore[/font]st fire. Why you in here?[/FONT]
[font]Rufus – I got drunk. Did something stu[/font]pid.[/FONT]
[font]Motley – So it was the drink, aye? I g[/font]ot done for drug possession[/FONT]
Rufus – What type of drug?
Motley – Just some recreational crap
[font]Rufus – How long are you here for then[/font]?[/FONT]
[font]Motley – Two years, man. Two goddamn y[/font]ears because I wanted to get high.[/FONT]
Rufus – That sucks, man.
[font]Motley – Yeah, well I’m gonna catch [/font]some z’s. I suggest you do too. If you don’t do it soon the guards come and force you too. They don’t want you all tired out for the next day. [/FONT]
[font]BOTH RETIRE TO THEIR BEDS, AND THE SCREE[/font]N FADES TO DARK AND BACK[/FONT]
LARGE PRISON HALL
[font]Prisoner Overwatch#1 – Oi! Move it! We[/font] haven’t got all day, you maggots. Get into formation.[/FONT]
Rufus – What’s happening?!
[font]Motley – They’re teaching us formati[/font]ons today.[/FONT]
Rufus – Why?
[font]Motley – Expendable soldiers down in t[/font]he Middle East, man.[/FONT]
[font]Rufus – Bu- I’ve never heard of anyt[/font]hing like this?[/FONT]
[font]Motley – The government keeps a tight [/font]leash on the media. All that stupidity about it being free is for celebrities and mindless families who hate homosexuals and America.[/FONT]
[font]Rufus – So, what you’re saying is ..[/font]. We’re being trained into soldiers to fight wars?[/FONT]
[font]Motley – No. Not Soldiers, Cannon Fodd[/font]er. Come on, its hand to hand training now.[/FONT]
[font]NIRVANA – SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT PLAY[/font]S IN THE BACKGROUND TO All THE INMATES TRAINING[/FONT]
Cut to Prison Cell
[font]Rufus – Holy crap. I’m just the Lond[/font]on District Manager, man. I’m used to a high pay check and usually minimum hours. This is ridiculous! [/FONT]
[font]Motley – We all hate it. Now, I’m go[/font]ing to introduce you to my friend. His name is Lock. If you look to your right and peer down you can see where he is.[/FONT]
Lock – Hello, Rufus. Hello, Motley.
Motley – Hey Lock.
Rufus – Ummm, hello.
[font]Lock – So, you’ve joined our ranks? [/font]How come?[/FONT]
[font]Motley – He got drunk and did some stu[/font]pid stuff, apparently.[/FONT]
[font]Lock – Is that all you need to get in [/font]nowadays?[/FONT]
Rufus – Hey!
Lock – MMmhmm?
[font]Rufus – I didn’t do some stupid stuf[/font]f. I did some horrendously idiotic things. I nearly destroyed London.[/FONT]
Lock – Prove it.
[font]Motley – It doesn’t matter; he’s i[/font]n with us now.[/FONT]
Rufus – What the hell is going on?
[font]Lock – You want to tell him, Motley? O[/font]r should I?[/FONT]
Motley – I don’t mind. You can.
[font]Lock – Okay. Rufus, you are in a high [/font]level security prison. Forget about your jail sentence length. You’re not leaving here no matter what. They pick prisoners with no family or friends and no evident loved ones. They then take us here to train us in the art of war and outfit us in military gear before pushing us onto the frontlines in all kinds of wars. The only way out of here is to die.[/FONT]
Motley – You know Alcatraz?
Rufus – Yes, of course.
[font]Motley – That’s cheesecake compared [/font]to this battalion.[/FONT]
Rufus – Where are we exactly?
[font]Lock – Pulaski Prison, a secret facili[/font]ty used by the USSR, USA and UK to store their prisoners soon to be turned soldiers. We’ve only been here 2 weeks, but this wing of the prison seems to be British only. [/FONT]
[font]Rufus – Okay. Okay, this is far too mu[/font]ch to handle or even process ... When do we eat??[/FONT]
Motley – In 3 minutes and 23 seconds.
[font]Lock – I hope you’re hungry. They on[/font]ly ever serve the same vitamin based meal at lunch. Tastes horrible, but filling and nutritious. Should give you enough energy to keep you through to dinner. [/FONT]
Rufus – And when is dinner?
[font]Lock – Whenever they can be bothered e[/font]nough to feed us.[/FONT]
Cut to cafeteria
[font]Motley – So, Rufus. Where did you live[/font]?[/FONT]
[font]Rufus – Nice little place in London. I[/font]’ve never been one for niceties.[/FONT]
*HEATH ENTERS CONVERSATION*
[font]Lock – Aaah, Rufus. This is Heath. Heâ[/font]€™s my crime-mate, and the last member of our little gang[/FONT]
Heath – Nice to meet you, Rufus.
Rufus – Hello, Heath, is it?
Heath – Yeah. Hey Motley, Hey Lock.
Motley – Hey, Heath.
Heath – Have you told him yet?
Lock – No, we were going to today
Motley – Are you sure he’s ready?
Lock – Yeah.
Rufus – What, guys?
[font]Heath – We’re going to escape this p[/font]lace[/FONT]
Lock – And tell the world about it
Rufus – How?
[font]Motley – How does every prisoner escap[/font]e?[/FONT]
Rufus – They tunnel out?
[font]Heath – Exactly man, that’s why they[/font] won’t expect this one[/FONT]
Rufus – What’s this one?
[font]Motley – We’ve got friends in the se[/font]curity here now, and they’re going to turn a blind eye to us while we descend up the stairs to the roof, where one of our friends will helicopter us to Moscow.[/FONT]
Heath – Amen.
[font]Rufus – Are you sure it’s safe to ta[/font]lk about this here?[/FONT]
[font]Motley – Everybody talks of escape, I [/font]don’t think they’ll mind until it’s too late. [/FONT]
[font]Heath – Besides, the main security the[/font]y have here is a bunch of guys with ak47’s.[/FONT]
[font]Lock – Their answer to escaping prison[/font]ers is to shoot them dead, they want us to escape.[/FONT]
[font]Rufus – So we’re going to oblige the[/font]m?[/FONT]
[font]Motley – Oblige them AND escape them. [/font]We leave tomorrow, man.[/FONT]
[font]Heath – Right, now. We should stop tal[/font]king and start eating, guys. They take us back in about 4 minutes.[/FONT]
Cut to Cell
[font]Lock – Goodnight, Rufus. Goodnight Mot[/font]ley.[/FONT]
Motley – Night Lock, Night Rufus.
Rufus – Sleep tight, guys.
[font]Cut 6 hours later, daylight reaches into[/font] the cell and the cell door busts open[/FONT]
[font]Lock – Come one, Man. We gotta go now![/font] Motley and Heath are already at the copter’, just us two left! [/FONT]
Rufus – How do we get there?
[font]Lock points to a door on the far end of [/font]the room [/FONT]
[font]Lock – You see that there? Staircase r[/font]ight up[/FONT]
Rufus nods
Rufus – Let’s go
[font]Cut to helicopter on the prison roof sta[/font]rting up[/FONT]
[font]Lock jumps on board while Rufus gets to [/font]the rooftop[/FONT]
[font]Lock – Are you sure there is enough ro[/font]om?[/FONT]
[font]Heath – He might just be extra baggage[/font], Motley.[/FONT]
[font]Motley – No, no there’s enough space[/font], c’mon Rufus![/FONT]
THE HELICOPTER BEGINS LIFTING UP
[font]Rufus jumps on board just in time as a b[/font]ullet hits the helicopter[/FONT]
[font]Heath – Crap! They’ve got snipers so[/font]mewhere! Drive Stan![/FONT]
[font]Stan – Shut the hell up, I’m trying [/font]to pilot this thing[/FONT]
Cut to Helicopter flying away
Cut to Helicopter interior
[font]Rufus gets shot in the leg and cries out[/font] in pain and then fall out, but manages to hang on to the railings[/FONT]
Motley – Rufus!
[font]Stan – Goddamit, he’s weighing it do[/font]wn, we haven’t got enough power to keep this bird up[/FONT]
Heath pulls out a pistol
Heath – What do you say, Lock?
Lock hesitates for a second
Motley – Lock?!
Lock sighs
[font]Lock – Bring him on, Heath. No man sho[/font]uld die in cold blood.[/FONT]
Heath pulls Rufus on
Rufus passes out
[font]Heath – Just don’t regret it later, [/font]boss.[/FONT]
[font]Lock – I won’t, Heath. I won’t. St[/font]an, how long till’ Moscow?[/FONT]
Screen fades to black
Narrator –
[font]Times were looking up for the group. The[/font]y had escaped the prison and had landed in Moscow. From Moscow they took a plane to Luton Airport and from there changed identities completely. They found forgers and forged birth certificates for all of them. Motley went on to become a singer, Lock underwent extensive face surgery and disappeared from the map, and Heath died in a robbery attempt a year after they escaped. Rufus became a class action suit attorney and lived comfortably for the next 4 years.[/FONT]
[font]Cut to Rufus waking up and checking out [/font]his scar on his leg,