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 SUPERIMPOSE: FOUR DAYS LATER 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 from World War One to Desert Storm 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 The two sit in the diner as Don looks at the list. With a pen, he checks the guns off the list. DON (muttering) Ithaca model 37s, Browning Hi- Powers, 1911A1s... Ash sits there and eats, curiously watching Don put check marks next to the guns on the list. ASH Everything there? DON Surprisingly. He sets the list down and massages his eyes. ASH Dad. Don's hand rests on a coffee cup. ASH (CONT’D) You never told mom about all this- Why? She finishes her meal. DON I've had a lot happen before you showed up. She nods. He looks at her. DON (CONT’D) You want more to eat? I got more money if need be. Don reaches for his wallet. Wrench shakes her head. ASH I'm good, thanks dad. Don looks out at the truck. His eyes widen as a police cruiser passes it. He watches it for a moment. The lights and sirens come on. DON Oh shit. He stands up- The cruiser drives off. Ash's eyes widen as well. Don sits down and takes a sigh of relief. DON (CONT’D) Jesus christ. You want to stay here or get going? ASH Let's get going. DON You good to drive? We can tow the Mustang. She nods. ASH Should be. We'll find a hotel in Phoenix, right? Don nods as he checks his bank account. He sees $10,350 still in checking. $601,453 sits in savings. DON We'll be alright. EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT A highway sign for Phoenix sits there. The U-Haul truck and the Mustang pass it. INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT Don wears a tan three day pack. Ash carries a duffel bag. Don walks over the receptionist up front and shoots a weak smile. DON Howdy there- Uh, just two rooms, one person in each of 'em. ASH Wait, what? Dad! Don chuckles at Wrench. DON I think you can handle yourself. Anyway. He looks back at the receptionist. IND RECEPTIONIST Alright sir, anything else? He passes him his debit card. DON I'll pay this in advance. The receptionist takes the card from him. Don smiles at Ash. INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT Don goes into the room and goes into the minibar. He digs out some whiskey and downs some of it. Don sits there. The offer letter still sits next to him. He downs one small bottle after another. FADE TO BLACK. INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY Don lays in his bed, now in a pair of shorts and an old black Army T-shirt. Next to him are mini bottles of whiskey. A knock at the door. ASH (muffled) Dad! DON Oh, shit. Don stands up. He hobbles over to the door and opens it. Ash stands there in a pair of slacks, a button up, and a pair of slip ons. Don holds a look of confusion. DON (CONT’D) Jesus, this is something new in comparison to the tomboy shit I see you normally wear. ASH Job interview. Alright if I take the car? Don nods. DON Speaking of, I gotta do that myself. Just uh- Call me, tell me how it goes. Don motions her inside. He walks over to the night stand next to all of the emptied out mini bottles of Jameson. ASH You drinking because of mom? Don shakes his head. DON Old memories. Ash nods. Don passes her the Mustang keys. DON (CONT’D) You somehow manage to find a party, invite me. ASH I don't think they want an old fossil like you at a party, dad. DON Doesn't hurt to try. Don't crash my car. ASH Don't fuck traps. DON No promises here. ASH None here either. She takes the keys and steps out. The door closes behind her.