NATURAL BORN KILLERS

     He motions for them to sit in an overstuffed chair.

                         MALLORY
               Thank you (pointing to herself)  I'm Mall-o -
               ry...That's Mi...ckey.

     Everyone nods and smiles.  MICKEY and MALLORY show another side
     of sweetness and politeness.  The YOUNG KID coming in and sitting
     down next to the OLD MAN.

                         INDIAN (in navajo)
               When are you leaving?

     Mallory signals they don't understand.

                         INDIAN (in navajo to the Boy)
               Good looking woman...uh...Man's got things in
               his head he can't get out...demons.  Too much
               TV...Trouble follows that one.

                         MICKEY (to Mallory)
               This is like the twilight zone or something.

     The Old Man walks over to some pictures on the walls, hands one
     to Mallory of a YOUNG COUPLE back in the 1940s or 50s.

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                         INDIAN BOY (navajo)
               Can you help them grandpa?

                         INDIAN (navajo)
               Maybe they don't want to be helped.  They both
               fly too close to sun.  Now they are falling to
               earth.  That is why they have come here.  My
               prayers would mean nothing in their world.

     He stokes the fire, feeds the snake again. He studies a crystal
     in his hand.

                         INDIAN (navajo)
               Once there was a woman who went out to collect firewood.

     The snake is crawling over to the Indian who reaches down and
     picks it up and puts in his lap.

                         INDIAN (navajo)
               You want to hear the story too don't you old
               man... O.K. (continues)  She came upon a
               poisonous snake frozen in the snow.  She took
               the snake home with her.  She put the frozen
               snake on her favorite blanket by the warm fire.
               She fed it and nursed it back to health.  One
               day she picked the snake up and it bit her on
               the cheek.  As she lay dying she asked the
               snake, I loved you, why have you done this to
               me?  The snake answered, "look bitch, you knew
               I was a snake."

     He chuckles, as does the Boy. It's very quiet. The sound of the
     fire.

     Mickey has fallen asleep.  The Old Indian begins to SING.

     Mallory is awake, watching the Indian.  The room, shadows
     dancing.  It is the first time she can remember feeling peace,
     almost like family.  She starts to drift off.

     Mickey is dreaming out loud.

     The Old Man stands and takes the snake to the door.  Opening it,
     he lets the snake out.

                         INDIAN (navajo)
               Go be a snake.

     Mickey's nightmare is getting heavier.  He's moaning and sweating.
     The Old Indian takes his feathered hat of f the wall and puts it
     on.  He opens a wooden box and takes out a white eagle feather
     and a bundle of medicine.

     EXT. HOGAN - NIGHT

     The OLD MAN and the BOY with him now make offerings to the four
     directions, to the grandfather spirit, the stars, the earth, the
     mother, praying, singing.  His face and hands are marked with
     white ash and colors so the spirits will recognize him.

     INT. HOGAN - NIGHT

     As we hear the mounting sounds of the prayer, we see MICKEY'S
     face dreaming, sweating.

     The OLD MAN is now leaning over Mickey and MALLORY in half light,
     shaking the rattle and waving the burning sage over Mickey to
     chase the demons.

     We push into Mickey's eyes.

     DREAM IMAGERY -- death, murder, shit...a WAR FOOTAGE.  In
     Bosnia...a decapitated BODY sitting in the corner of the room,
     just sitting as if alive, as if about to rise up...A MAN slaps a
     WOMAN. A BABY cries...shooting...a MURDER VICTIM screaming "Oh
     god no! Please no!" BIRDS fly backwards...A MONSTER with a knife
     in its hand coming at us, the face of the Demon!

     Suddenly TWO SHOTS explode off the walls of the hogan.

     Mickey is awake, stunned, sweating -- the gun in his hand.

     Mallory sitting up.

     The OLD INDIAN stands still over Mickey.  Everything stops.

     Then staring into the Beyond, he falls to the ground.

     Mickey is shocked, howls.

                         MICKEY
               Ahhhhhhhhh!

                         MALLORY (screaming, feeling the merge)
               Ooohhh my God... Mickey YOU KILLED HIM!!!

     They look down at the dying Chief.

                         INDIAN (quietly, in navajo)
               You thought coming here was an accident...this
               was no accident...I saw this demon in my dream -
               - 20 years ago.  I was waiting...I forgive you.

     The Old Indian dies.

                         MALLORY
               This is bad Mickey.

     Mickey walks outside, in circles, ranting to himself.

     EXT. HOGAN - NIGHT

     The last of the moon is disappearing behind the earth.  The lone
     dog howls.

     MICKEY with the gun in hand runs to the Indian's PICKUP truck,
     jumps in.  It won't start. He catches a glimpse of something in
     the rear view mirror.  The DEMON FACE over his own.

                         MICKEY (spooked)
               SHIT!

     He leaps, scrambles out of the truck, looks in the back for gas.
     A 5 gallon can.  He shakes it.  Half full of gas.

                         MICKEY
               Mallory!

     INT. HOGAN - NIGHT

     MALLORY is covering the dead INDIAN with his blanket.

                         MICKEY (O.S, desperate)
               Mallory!

     EXT. HOGAN - NIGHT

     On the horizon, we see the YOUNG BOY standing there looking.  He
     runs away.

     MALLORY walks past MICKEY, heading elsewhere.

                         MICKEY (carrying the can)
               We got gas, baby.

     She says nothing, pissed.

                         MICKEY
               Come on Mall -- it was an accident.  This whole fucking
               thing is crazy (catches up to her, spins her).

                         MALLORY
               Don't you feel anything!...Something else has
               taken over Mickey. I don't know what's real
               anymore. I'm scared. That was bad! Maybe we were
               led into the wilderness by the demon.

                         MICKEY
               There's no demon -- just us.

     She looks at him.

                         MICKEY
               I'm sorry bout the old man.  I really am.  But
               you gotta be strong Mall.  I need ya.  Now come
               on.  The car's this way.

     Mallory walks away.

                         MALLORY
               I felt at peace last night. It's over Mickey!
               I'm going any place but with you.  You got no
               real feelings. You're just as dead as all of 'em!

     Mickey follows.  A sudden rattle in the night.

                         MICKEY
               Wait a minute!

     Mickey flicks a lighter.

     A big RATTLESNAKE.

     They walk around it.  She wants to get away from him, doesn't pay
     attention.

     He flicks his lighter again.

     MORE SNAKES.

     Mallory keeps walking faster and faster.  Mickey tries to grab
     her.  She breaks away.

                         MALLORY
               Lemme alone!  I'm outta here.

     We hear another RATTLER.  Mallory screams out.  She's bit!

                         MICKEY
               OH GOD NO!

     He starts shooting into the ground.

     Mallory lies there stunned, hands to her ears.

                         MALLORY
               Stop it...STOP IT.

     Mickey rips off his shirt and wraps it around a stick, soaks it
     in the gasoline and lights it, making a big torch in the night.

     There are SNAKES coming at them from all directions.

                         MICKEY
               Holy Shit!  What the fuck have we done!

     Lighting the way with his torch, he hauls Mallory up and hotfoots
     it out of there, snakes popping their rattlers everywhere.

     A huge RATTLER sinks its fangs into Mickey's leg.  They're both
     bit.  He keeps moving, spitting the torch into the snake's face.

     INT. CAR - MOVING - HIGHWAY - NIGHT

     Mickey driving past a ROADSIGN saying "GALLUP."

     MALLORY is delirious.

                         MICKEY
               You'll make it Mall.  Badasses don't die ...
               Indians got a saying I read.  It says you're
               either stronger than the poison or you die.  They
               get bit, they run... fast as they can.  They
               either drop dead right then and there...or they
               live.  We're gonna live Mall -- a long, long time.

     PAST A CHEAP MOTEL on the outskirts of town -- says "U SLEEP
     MOTEL. $7.50 the night.  Free Hot Tubs.  Porno Films on Cable."
     The CAMERA stays with the motel, letting the car whip past.

     INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

     JACK SCAGNETTI, in undershorts on the bed, is drunk, sweating,
     eyeballing a friendly YOUNG WOMAN.  She's awkward, a little
     nervous but she's down to her undergarments, looking at the
     CLIPPINGS of "Mickey and Mallory" spread over the table and
     dresser, pictures of crime scenes and his book -- "Scagnetti on
     Scagnetti."  A half empty bottle of vodka.  A gun, handcuffs and
     a police badge.

                         PINKY (worried)
               ...my name's Pinky...
                    (no answer)
               Say are you a real cop?  Or are you some kinda
               freak or something?  I don't want no trouble.

                         SCAGNETTI (mumbles)
               Ya...I'm a real cop.

     Pinky smiles.  The light from the TV fills the room with a
     strange aura.  The sound is off.  We hear MUSIC from the next
     room.  TRUCKS pass by outside.

                         PINKY
               You're not qonna hurt me are you?

                         SCAGUETTI
               I never hurt anybody in my whole life. I'm the
               law.  I'm your protector. You don't ask me any
               more questions, Pinky...step up on the
               bed...move slowly.

     Not sure what he wants, Pinky steps barefoot up onto the bed,
     standing over him, a foot on either side of his torso...she's
     slowly bending, spreading, arching like a young woman remembering
     childhood ballet dreams, her eyes closed...

     He moves his hands up her legs and ass, exploring, continuing up
     across her shoulders.  Around her neck, bringing her down. Closer.

                         SCAGNETTI
               Come here, give big Jack a kiss...just keep
               lookin' at me now...just keep lookin'...don't
               close your eyes...y'ever been strangled?

     Head LIGHTS wipe across the wall.  A TRAIN passes.

     A different rhythm now.  Her eyes.  His hands around her neck.
     Strangling her.  She is terrified, struggles.

     An ankle with a thin gold chain.  A flailing arm kicks over the
     night stand and lamp.

     Falling, rolling.  Stale green motel carpet...she heaves,
     staring.  Slender leg kicking, fists pound at his face as he gets
     on top of her.  Fingers tear flesh.  Not a word is spoken. Her
     eyes never close. Fingers tear at his cheeks.

     The TRAIN has passed.  Silence.  The TV blinks.  The radio plays
     softly in the next room (people partying, laughing).

     His face.

     EXT. GARBAGE DUMP - EDGE OF TOWN - NIGHT

     The HOOKER'S separated body vanishes in plastic bags in a large
     dumpster.

     SCAGNETTI looks around, impeccable in a clean suit, shiny
     cufflinks.  He crosses back to his car, revealing an ancient
     DRIVE-IN next door.

     EXT. DRIVE-IN MOVIE - NIGHT

     The last show.  A Goldie Hawn-Steve Martin picture is playing --
     giant closeups, a comedy.

     MICKEY and MALLORY are slumped against the driving wheel,
     delirious, struggling for breath, sweating heavily.

                         MICKEY
               When's this over?  We gotta get outta here,
               Mall...we...

                         MALLORY
               Angels Mickey... I see angels

        On Goldie Hawn. (ANIMATION SEQUENCE begins here -- TBD)

                         MICKEY
               Ya, I see em.

                         MALLORY
               They're guarding us.  Each step we're
               together...Oh God...it's perfect.  We're gonna
               make it Mickey...we're gonna...

                         MICKEY
               Goddamn Mall, that's poetry.

     Mickey slams the car into drive, plowing forward out of the
     parking spot, smashing the movie meter.

     He sideswipes into another car, screams, anger. A PERSON stepping
     out to confront.

     Mickey slams his car backwards into the angry person, crushing
     him.  Then he zigzags his way through the parking lot past the
     faces of Goldie and Steve.

     EXT./INT. "DRUG ZONE" - NIGHT

     It towers over the deadbeat western landscape like a vision of
     the future -- gleaming white cube of fluorescent power -- sacred
     Aztec Gods within -- offering aisle after aisle of nicely colored
     packages of American D...R..U...G...S.

     HIGH ANGLE moving on MICKEY staggering down one aisle ... looking
     (presumably) for snake venom.

     The same goes for MALLORY in her aisle -- face now green with the
     sickness, cotton-mouthed. Time is running out...her breathing
     labored, short -- a sound from hell.

                         MALLORY (pleading)
               Mickey, I'm so cold...I'm goin' now...

     Staggering, falling in the aisle...

                         MICKEY
               No you're not! No you're not! Get angry!  Mall--

     Mickey in his aisle looking through the rubbers, pulling out a
     handful, staggering down a football-field aisle towards the
     counter that looks as far as an oasis in the Mojave.

     ON TV:

     At the CONTTROL BOOTH,  a nine-inch COLOR TELEVISION plays in
     CLOSE UP.  A pumped up MUSIC CUE peaks as we see:

     PHOTO:  Charles Manson
     TITLE:  "AMERICAN MANIACS"
     PHOTO:  Charles Whitman
     PHOTO:  Richard Ramirez
     PHOTO:  Ted Bundy
     TITLE:  HOSTED BY WAYNE GALE
     PHOTO:  David Berkowitz
     PHOTO:  Henry Lee Lucas
     TITLE:  PRODUCED AND DIRECTED BY WAYNE GALE

     Following a series of shots of WAYNE GALE in the field (VIDEO
     SEQUENCE), the young commando journalist stands on the yellow
     line of Highway 58. His accent AUSTRALIAN STREET:

                         WAYNE TV
               Welcome to another episode of "American
               Maniacs," where we chronicle the mayhem, the
               brutality, and the violence of that peculiarly
               American creation -- the serial killer.

     PULL BACK to reveal an enormous POLYNESIAN DRUGGIST, 300
     pounds, watching a portable TV on the counter of the control
     booth.  He's behind a hi-strength glass and raised up a couple of
     steps.  His eyes, at this late hour, nervously wander to his
     SURVEILLANCE SCREEN -- revealing:

     ON SURVEILLANCE MONITOR: