The Town screenplay - Movie Cultists

THE TOWN - Rev. 5/20/10 (Buff Reshoots) 123.
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ON JEM
Holding the money bag as a shield now, he crosses the
intersection, where MORE COPS lie in wait. A FLURRY of
rounds peck at his vest, his leg, his shooting arm.
Cruisers scream to a halt on Boylston. Police get out.
Jem stutters GUNFIRE, until he runs out of ammo. He
throws it to the ground.
He produces a Beretta and CONTINUES FIRING.
Frawley returns fire, hitting JEM in the HAND.
FRAWLEY
On the ground, FBI. FBI!
Jem raises his extra pistol in his bloody hand. Frawley
squeezes one blast low -- BLAM!
JEM FALLS BACK, backpedaling until finally he falls off
the wet curb and drops hard onto the road, back against a
MAILBOX.
FRAWLEY
Coughlin! Throw me your weapon.
Doug looks back at him. A sea of police officers,
skulking behind cars, holding weapons. Bouncing brass,
glass and distant sirens are the only sounds.
Coughlin!
All right!
FRAWLEY
JEM
Jem sees a DISCARDED SODA, dropped in the panic.
One second!
JEM
He strains to reach for it and finally grasping it, he
takes a pull from the straw.
He raises his empty weapon at the police who light him
up. He SLUMPS to his seat. Realizing he isn’t dead, he
gets back up, aiming the weapon again until a few SHOTS
FIND THEIR MARK, the first at his jaw, the second
snapping his head and releasing his life like a spring.
The Police approach Jem and fire into what is clearly a
dead corpse. Everyone wants to get their shot.
(CONTINUED)