LOOPER MC OC 9-2-13 INT. RUNOFF ROOM JOE’S FACE - wrecked, Sara her shotgun in hand. (Joe sits on the ground metal cot behind him handcuffed to his wrist. Methodically cleaning and loading his gun.) SARA Toss it.( Joe freezes.) JOE-I just finished cleaning - alright.( Tosses it into the dirt. Sara lowers the shotgun slightly.) SARA-How do you feel? JOE I’m at thirty percent. SARA Take it slow and by the end of the week you’ll be at fifty.( She tosses him a key, he unlocks his handcuff.) SARA I took you in so you wouldn’t die, so take the morning to rest, then you need to get off my farm. JOE I need to stay here for a while longer. SARA-I am not cool with that. JOE-Well I’m sorry. SARA-Well I’m sorry too, get off my farm. JOE-No. (Sara raises the shotgun.) SARA-Get off my farm. JOE-You couldn’t scare a retarded hobo with that thing. Literally. SARA- One blast could cut you the fuck in half. JOE- You couldn’t let me die, you won’t kill me. SARA- So now I saved your life that makes me weak? There’s just one thing you need to do for me, and you won’t have to deal with me again. (He takes the map from his pocket, unfolds it. Tosses it over to her.) Just, verify for me that’s your house on the map. SARA- What is this? Sees the NUMBER And everything changes. JOE-Does that mean something to you? (Joe looks in her eyes, searching). Hey- (And without hesitating Sara hefts the shotgun and SHOOTS HIM.BLAST! Rips his shirt open bloody, blows him back screaming)
