Part 7 (1/2)

I'll be okay.

He flies off.

CUT TO:.

INT. POLICE STATION.

Several COPS are escorting a HUGE LOUD PERP through the bustling station into lockup. PERP Hey pigs, how long you think I'm gonna to stay here before I breaks loose and kill you all?

COP #1.

Shut up.

SMALL FEMALE COP (OFFICER WARREN) walks by.

PERP.

Hey piglet, nice piece you got there. You wanna see what I'm packin'?

She pulls out a can of mace and sprays him directly in the face. He starts coughs and changes into a laugh.

He repulses her by flicking his tongue. He holds his cuffed hands in the air.

PERP.

Do you like to play with handcuffs as much as I do?

OFFICER WARREN.

I prefer my men without jewelry.

PERP.

Not a problem.

He twists his ham-fists together and strains the small silver chain until it breaks. He holds his free hands in the air.

PERP.

I'm flexible.

He picks her up (OFFICER WARREN screams) and tosses her across the room like a discarded toy.

The station goes berserk. POLICE scramble for cover and draw their weapons.

PERP.

Okay, who wants to be first?!

STRANGER (OS).

That would be me.

This whole sequence is done without a visual of the STRANGER. He is to be revealed later.

PERP looks down and laughs.

QUICK CUT TO:.

EXT. POLICE STATION -- MIDDAY.

PERP is thrown through the front double gla.s.s doors and lands in the middle of the street. Dazed, he lifts himself to see a TRUCK headed straight for him.

He SCREAMS! The DRIVER slams his breaks and the truck skids.

At the last possible second, a hand presses into the truck grill and stops it.

The airbag ignites and explodes on the DRIVER. The front of the car is smashed like it hit a tree. STRANGER (OS) To POLICE) Someone see if that driver is okay.

The Police Station empties into the street. The PERP is mumbling to himself. The STRANGER grabs him by the back of his neck and squeezes. He points him into the direction of the OFFICER WARREN (who is rubbing her neck).

STRANGER (OS).

(To PERP) Since I'm sure you don't have a mother, I'll a.s.sume you don't know better.

PERP.

Screw you, you frickin'- STRANGER (OS).

(squeezing harder) Apologize to the lady. I'm only going to ask you nicely once.

PERP.

(in horrible pain and whimpering) I'm sorry, Miss Police Lady Miss.

STRANGER (OS).

That's better.

He lets go and PERP falls to the ground.

CLOSE-UP ON PERP'S HANDS as six pair of handcuffs lock around his wrists and he's led back into the station by several COPS with rifles pointed at him.

The STRANGER walks down the street.

COP.

What was that?