LONG KISS GOODNIGHT by Shane Black
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EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - SAME TIME
The TANKER is rolling. Out onto the road, snorting and
belching. Preceded by the Little Debbie PANEL TRUCK.
INT. UTILITY BOX - ON TANKER - SAME TIME
Poor little Caitlin huddles in the dark. All alone. ROARING
in her ears. Sort of like being underwater.
EXT. TANKER TRUCK - CLOSE ON UNDERBELLY
A silver device attached to the skin of the tank.
WITH TIMOTHY - CROSSING THE SMOKE-FILLED GROUNDS
He consults a tiny, liquid crystal display on his watch. Red
numerals. *178 degrees*.
EXT. CLIFF'S EDGE - WITH CHARLY
She won't quit. Busy now, deftly sticking the wad of C-4
EXPLOSIVE to the bottom of the Jaguar. Straightens. Turns
Stands dead calm as they all come out of the TREES, guns
drawn... Raises her hands, see, boys...? No bang-bang.
Like backlit monsters, they approach, hulking. Matter of
yards, now... She flashes a naughty little smile --
Goes backward off the cliff and rockets earthward.
200 feet of open air, THE BUNJEE Cord pays out, fast...!
Whipsaws out the door of the Jaguar, hooked by carabiner to
the STEERING COLUMN and meanwhile
THE CHAPTER AGENTS
Rush forward, incredulous. Peer OVER THE EDGE: Below them, a
swan diver, BLACKNESS all around. She drops like a stone.
Vanishes into the fog, beautiful as a poem.
INSIDE THE JAGUAR: The cord goes taut -- Now it starts to
stretch outward. DECELERATION kicking in, Charly can FEEL
it, still whistling through space...
Hits a dead stop.
This is it. Cord, stretched as far as it goes.
She's still sixty feet above the highway.
No hesitation whatsoever. She thumbs the DETONATOR in her
right fist --
Blows the car.
UP ABOVE - CLIFF'S EDGE
The Jaguar goes up with a solid CRUMP--! Blown off the edge
of the cliff. Along with a half dozen screaming AGENTS.
BACK WITH CHARLY - FALLING
Lifeline cut. 60 feet above the road, no problem. She does
thirty feet in freefall. Raises her left hand --
Slaps a carabiner on a passing POWER LINE. Hurtles downward
until suddenly, KA-CHUK--! She LURCHES to a stop.
Doesn't miss a beat: Grips a rope and GLIDES the last thirty
feet, touches down lightly. Unhooks herself, turns as AN
ONCOMING CAR throws a fishtail SKID, just misses her. Driver
She raises her gun. Fires without blinking.
Puts a hole in the passenger side windshield and the DRIVER
ain't sticking around, he's out the door and gone as
CHARLY THE EXTERMINATOR
Crosses to the car, face a stone mask. Behind her the FLAMING
JAGUAR SMASHES to the ground, raining fragments -- Followed
by BURNING CORPSES, smacking the pavement one after another.
She doesn't even look. Gets behind the wheel. Leaves most of
her tires on the road behind her.