INT. CAR - DAY SUPERIMPOSE: HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT DONOVAN "DON" PAULSEN, (30) cries in a Ford Mustang. DON Jackie... He looks in his glove box and pulls out a photo. The photo is faded. Don sets it down on the dashboard. ASHLEY "ASH" PAULSEN, (19) knocks on the window. Don unlocks the door. DON (CONT’D) (grumbling) Any memorable parting words from your dear mother? Maybe about your brother? Ash places her hand on his shoulder. ASH Dad, she wasn't the person we knew. He looks down at the flask of whiskey in his lap. Don passes it to Ash. She shakes it. ASH (CONT’D) Still full. I'm genuinely surprised. DON Some things I have to deal with without this. The sandbox isn't one of those. This is. Don opens the glovebox. A 1911 sits in there with three magazines next to it. He takes it, flicks the safety on and puts in the back of his waistband. ASH That's a new one. I'm being serious. Don sits back and lowers the visor. He collects himself and takes a sigh. A sealed envelope falls out. He opens it up. DON Here's the new plan. He passes the envelope to Ash. ASH You sure about this? DON I have to be. He cranks the engine and drives. The two sit as Don drives through the rainy streets of Hartford. ASH Did you have a plan if this did happen? Don shrugs. DON I have one more card to play. That job in Phoenix line up for you? She nods. ASH Some Ford dealership, nothing too crazy. Don nods at this. DON It's best we get going. Jackie can keep my stuff. ASH Everything? DON Yeah. Ain't nothing there I can't replace. The envelope reads, "Knight Pharmaceuticals". Next to it, lies a folded job offer letter: Wrench opens it. Mr. Donovan Paulsen, You applied on OperatorWorks.net today for an opportunity in private security with a pharmaceutical company, Knight Pharmaceuticals located in Phoenix, Arizona. I wanted to reach out and schedule time to meet with you so we could speak further about this career opportunity. Are you available today or tomorrow sometime? We would need to allow a few hours to make sure you know all the details of the opportunity and I can answer any questions you may have. Please let me know what your schedule looks like so we can set something up. Sincerely, (Fancy signature here) Kim Williams EXT. CITY - NIGHT The mustang passes a "City of Los Angeles" sign. INT. CAR - NIGHT Don's eyes widen as he looks around. ASH You never talked much about growing up. Don takes a nervous breath as he leans back in his seat. DON I never wanted to. Ash looks at downtown as the car rises on an overpass. ASH What's so bad about this city? It ain't Chicago- DON Oh, it's probably about the same or worse. Ash sits back in her seat. ASH What are we here for again? DON A lot of illegal shit that I probably should've gotten out sooner. ASH That sounds pretty cool, how illegal we talking? They get back on the main highway. DON Like the, "If caught I will never see the outside ever again" illegal. A box sits by the freeway. DON (CONT’D) (muttering) ...Contact my 2 o'clock. Don's eyes widen as he presses the gas. The speedometer jumps from 60 to 80. He passes the box. ASH Dad? Don takes a deep breath as he takes one of his hands off the wheel. He takes another breath. DON Don't worry about it. His grip on the steering wheel tightens as he drives forward. EXT. STORAGE OFFICE - NIGHT The mustang pulls up. A U-Haul truck sits there. ASH This doesn't look very illegal. DON Wait here. Don steps out. RICKY, (early-20s) stands there. DON (CONT’D) Sorry about the wait, just got back from Connecticut, long road trip and all. He pulls out two one hundred dollar bills and passes it to him. DON (CONT’D) Everything good? Ricky nods. RICKY Everything's in working order, sir. DON Good, thanks for the help man. Don goes back to the Mustang and opens the door. DON (CONT’D) Follow me in, we gotta load some things into the truck. ASH Some?! Don looks back at the truck. DON Y-Yeah, something like that. Don pulls up to a storage unit, stops and faces the back of the truck toward the door. He turns off the truck, takes the key out, and walks over to the unit. Ash parks the same way next to him. ASH You been Tony Montana behind my back? Don opens the door to the unit and turns on a light. INT. STORAGE UNIT - NIGHT ASH Oh. That kind of illegal. Gun crates are stacked across the room. A Maxim gun's barrel sticks out of a half opened crate. Wooden and dark green padlocked crates are unorganized and sit across the room. DON Christ. Ash, help me get this loaded. Don goes to pop the trunk of his Mustang and looks at a piece of paper that reads "Gun trust". Don pulls the ramp from the truck. The two start to load crates into the back of the truck. ASH You had these the whole time? What else were you hiding? Don grabs a dolly, places three crates on top of it that read, "M1 Thompson", "M1 Garand", and "Springfield M1903". DON We're gonna be here a while. EXT. STORAGE UNIT - DAY The two load one last crate into the truck that reads, "1919 Browning". The truck is full at this point. Don closes the door to the back. The two look exhausted and sleep deprived. DON Let's get... A figure stands there and smokes a cigarette. DON (CONT’D) ...Shit... MARCUS, (30) walks toward them. He wears a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. MARCUS I swear, I could've sworn. He throws down his cigarette. MARCUS (CONT’D) Ain't those illegal? Don tries to make his way to the truck but finds himself blocked as Marcus stands in his way of the driver's side door. MARCUS (CONT’D) All that NFA, huh? Don looks into his eyes. DON Have a nice day, buddy. He tries to gently push past him. Marcus stands in his way. MARCUS I'm assuming the divorce didn't hit you too well either. DON Fuck off. Don looks down, not making any eye contact with Marcus. MARCUS Well, don't get mad at me. Your sister and I fairly close. DON If you're banging her, I don't care. MARCUS Well I am. Call me Marcus. Don just looks at him and glares. DON Fuck off, Marcus. Marcus steps back from the truck as Don gets in. INT. DINER - DAY