58. Perfect Date (cont.)-Eric

• FADE IN


• INT. SPOON'S DINER-NIGHT


• Graham is planted in the front of the door with his hand still raised. He stares out in silent disbelief.


• GLEN
• We need to get the fuck out of here.


• Glen leaps out of his seat and nudges Chassie. He beckons Jake. They run to the door, grabbing Graham and pulling him out with them.


• EXT. SPOON'S DINER-NIGHT


• They hurry into the hover car and drive off. Graham stares back at the crown Victoria, still billowing in flames.


• Graham and Jake eye Christine's corpse, flinching back from it in disgust and horror. Jake yelps.


• GRAHAM
• What the fuck, is going on?


• CHASSIE
• Yeah, we need some answers!


• JAKE
• I knew something bad was gonna happen! We've got killer androids after us! Call the police already!


• GLEN
• Okay, we're not going to the police, they'd call the paddy wagon on us. And they won't be able to help anyway. I'm gonna try to get us someplace safe, after I get my gun.


• Jake turns around and notices a red hover vehicle weaving in and out of traffic, following them.


• JAKE
• Someone's following us!


• Glen looks in the rear view at the hover car. He swerves and makes a sharp turn down an alley. The red hover car follows.


• Glen keeps driving only to notice the alley dead ends.


• GLEN
• Fuck!


• JAKE
• We're dead!


• Glen looks up for an escape route, but it is too narrow, blocked by scaffolding.


• The red hover slows and stops about 40 yards away, behind them. A man leans out the window with a scoped rifle, taking aim. He fires a few shots that bounce off the back.


• Glen and the group scream and lower themselves in the hover. bullets continue to cling off of it.


• An explosion is heard off screen, the group closes their eyes, anticipating death. Several seconds later there are no shots. Glen slowly rises and peeks out of the back.


• The red hover is in flames. Zan is standing outside the black tinted hover which is off in the distance behind the red hover. A rocket launcher is slung over his shoulder. Zan quickly retreats, running back to the hover. They drive off.