LONG KISS GOODNIGHT by Shane Black



               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 
               around --

               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 
               SWEARS.

               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.