NATURAL BORN KILLERS

                         MCCLUSKY
               That'll never happen.

                         MICKEY
               It is happening.

     The Caravan marches forth.  Wayne and Duncan keep shouting their
     mantras.  Nobody dare to move on them.

     Wayne stops his speech to take a breath.

                         MALLORY
               Don't stop!

     Wayne starts up again.

     The Deputies are completely frustrated.  Mickey and McClusky are
     nose to nose.

                         MCCLUSKY (to Mickey)
               I will personally hunt you down, blow the head
               off your fucking-whore-wife, and plant your
               sick ass in the ground all by myself.

                         MICKEY (cool)
               Another day perhaps, but not today, Warden.

     Mickey leaves FRAME.

     McClusky looks like he's going to pop his cerebral cortex.  He
     begins a heart attack.

     Mickey and all exit the building.

     The Warden, bucking with pain, looks up the Corridor where Mickey
     and Mallory have just come from.  What he sees is his worst
     nightmare.

     Coming right at him are a HUNDRED ANGRY PRISONERS, shotguns,
     sticks, numbchuks, razors, broken chairs waving, climbing over
     the corpses of their fallen comrades, withstanding the hail of
     fire from the Guards -- reaching for Dwight McClusky who is
     lifted over their heads, having his heart attack, moved from hand
     to hand like at a rock concert, then all we see are the tops of
     his shoes as he is held upside down and torn to pieces.

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     EXT. WOODS - DAY

     A fogged moment of light strikes film and settles into an ECU of
     WAYNE -- gasping a little too dramatically from his wounds.

     Mallory's pointing the camera at him; she's laughing at what he
     says.

     The Scene that follows intercuts a normal format with cinema
     verite style shot through the video camera. Sometimes the lip
     sync is off.

                         WAYNE
               This is Wayne Gale -- unfortunately no longer
               "live."  I'm wounded and all my crew is dead.

                         MALLORY
               Look up, look at me.  That is so good.

                         WAYNE
               Mickey Knox's plan worked.  We walked out the
               front door, into a news van, and made our get-
               away.  When we were followed by patrol cars,
               Mallory Knox killed Deputy Sheriff Duncan
               Homolka and tossed his body out the back.

     The wind is blowing through the pine trees above.  Insects buzz.
     A vee of wild geese fly overhead honking, heading north for the
     summer.

                         WAYNE
               Mickey told authorities over my police band
               that I would surely be next if they didn't give
               up the pursuit. Why helicopters weren't
               employed, I don't know.  My only thought is
               that it all happened too fast for arrangements
               to be made.  We've just pulled off to the side
               of the road to do this interview.  Tensions run
               high --

     Mickey screams O.S.

                         MICKEY (O.S.)
               We ain't got all fuckin' dayl

                         WAYNE
               Without any further ado, Mickey and Mallory...

     Wayne takes the CAMERA from MALLORY, while MICKEY, his wounds
     like Mallory's taped, paces in and out of FRAME; in the BG,
     gradually leaving frame, is OWEN.

                         WAYNE (O.S.)
               Mallory, what did you think of Mickey's plan?
               Did you think it would work?

                         MALLORY
               Well, it wasn't 'till we got to that ground
               floor that I totally realized they weren't
               gonna shoot 'less we shot first.  When we got
               out of the stairwell, I remember thinkin:  'Oh
               my God.  This just might work.' But Mickey knew
               it would work all along.  There wasn't any
               doubt in his mind.

                         WAYNE (O.S.)
               What did you think then?

                         MALLORY
               I wondered how long it would be before we'd get
               to be alone together.  And I wondered if I
               could wait that long.

                         WAYNE (O.S.)
               Did you have anything to do with the riot?

                         MALLORY
               We had nothing to do with that riot.  That riot
               was just -- whatchamacallit --

     Mickey can be heard faintly in the BG.

                         MICKEY
               Fate.

                         MALLORY
               What he said.  We just didn't know jack shit
               about any riot.  How are we supposed to organize
               a riot when we've been in fuckin' isolation for
               the past year, Wayne?  Just bleep out the fucks
               and jack shits. Fuck, fuck, shit shit.
                 (laughs) I mean it's not like we care...If
               they wanna say we masterminded the whole thing,
               let 'em.  It won't exactly keep us up at night,
               Wayne.  But the truth is...it was fate.

                         WAYNE
               ...and Fate it was!...and this is "American
               Maniacs."

     Mickey's snapping his fingers in the B.G.

                         MICKEY
               C'mon, c'mon, let's hurry this up.

                         WAYNE (O.S.)
               So, what's next?

                         MALLORY (holding Mickey's hand)
               Well, now me and Mickey are gonna take it easy.
               Just enjoy each other's company...

                         MICKEY
               Gotta go...

                         WAYNE (O.S.)
               Wait! But how do you intend to disappear?  You're
               probably the most famous couple in America.

                         MALLORY
               Well, back in slave times they had a thing
               called the underground railroad.  And we got a
               whole fan club out there just waitin' to be
               conductors (to the camera) So, you kids out
               there, keep the faith.  Cause Mickey and
               Mallory will be comin' to your town real soon.

                         WAYNE
               So...

                         MICKEY
               Okay, end of interview.

     Mickey approaches Wayne. CAMERA goes a little haywire as Wayne
     lowers it.

                         WAYNE
               Okay, just let me swing around and film myself
               asking the questions.  And then I'll do my
               little wrap up and we're off.

     Mickey takes the CAMERA from Wayne, and while he speaks, he
     balances it on a fence post.

                         MICKEY
               Oh, we're gonna do a little wrap up, all right
               Wayne.  But it won't be you starin' in the camera,
               lookin' dumb, and actin' stupid.  Instead, you're
               gonna be starin' down the barrels of our shotguns
               and we're gonna be pullin' the triggers.

     Wayne forces a chuckle.  Mickey steps away from the CAMERA and
     into a THREESHOT.  Actually a FOUR SHOT with Owen there at first,
     but again he slides out.  The NEWS VAN is parked in the EG.

                         WAYNE
               That's a joke right?

     Mickey pumps the slide on his shotgun. Mallory grabs her shot gun
     from off the ground.

                         WAYNE
               Just wait one fucking minute.

                         MICKEY
               I said I'd give you an interview. Now unless
               I'm mistaken, we just did an interview
                    (to Mallory)
               We did an interview, didn't we?

                         MALLORY
               Looked like an interview to me.

                         WAYNE (sincere)
               Wait!  I don't know, but I kinda felt during
               this ...this whole escape that a kind of bond --
                    (Wayne is shaking)
               ...developed between the three of us.  We're
               kinda in this together, don't ya think?

                         MICKEY
               No. Not really.  You're scum Wayne.  You did it
               for ratings.  You poured gasoline on the fire.
               You didn't give a shit about us or about
               anything Wayne except yourself.  That's why
               nobody really gives a shit about you Wayne.
               That's why they didn't deploy helicoptors!

                         WAYNE
               Mickey! What about the Indian?

                         MICKEY
               What about him?