INTRO:
*It's a dark, rainy night. A white corvette drives up an alleyway and parks behind a pub. Inside the car sit Jim and Debbie*
JIM: Alright...here we are.
DEBBIE: *sighs* I'm scared, Jim.
JIM: It's alright, it's alright. I...I'm scared too.
DEBBIE: What's the plan again?
JIM: You create a distraction and I'll nick the chemicals.
DEBBIE: Okay...okay...well. What do I do?
JIM: Well, it's a pub. Maybe act like you're drunk? You've been around plenty of drunks, you think you could pull it off?
DEBBIE: I guess I'll have to.
JIM: Good girl. Now, I will go in through the back. You go in through the front. Keep them looking at you as long as possible. If they try to shoot you, act like they missed.
*the two exit the car, opening the closing the doors as quietly as possible. Jim walks up to the back door and breaks the lock open. Debbie walk around the pub to the front door and unlocks it with a bobby-pin. She bites her lip for a second before entering the establishment.*
ONE MINUTE EARLIER
Cultist #1: You got the stuff?
Chemist #1: Yeah, yeah. It's right in here. *lifts a metal suitcase, a fairly heavy one at that*
Cultist #1: Well...give it here.
Chemist #1: Only if we get paid first. C'mon...cough it up.
Cultist #2: *Walks over to a table and drops a large pile of bills onto it. He slowly moves back to the back of the room, behind the other two Cultists.*
Chemist #2: *observes and then retrieves the money, checking it to make sure it's real* It's legit.
Chemist #1: Well, then. Enjoy. *slides the briefcase over to Cultist #1* So uh...What exactly were you planning on doing with these?
Cultist #3: *Opens up the briefcase and checks out what is inside*
Cultist #1: Well...that's classified information.
Chemist #1: Oh, come on. What could you possibly need with two-
*Cultist #3 shoots both chemists in the chest. Debbie gasps from the front of the room*
Cultist #1: Look! *points at Debbie* Shoot her!
Debbie: Oh! *drops to the floor, avoiding being hit by any of the bullets. She tries to crawl back over to the doorway but is pulled on the leg by Cultist #2.
Cultist #2: *picks her up by her collar* What do we have here? *shoves her against the wall* What are you doing here?
Debbie: *trying to slur her words a little* Hey...hey man I'm just tryin' to get something to drink...
Cultist #2: *backs up a little* Think she's being legit?
Cultist #3: I don't know. It'd be best to kill her anyway. We can hide the body later.
*A noise is heard from the back. Debbie sighs*
Debbie: *under her breath* Jim, Thank- *she stops as she sees four more men enter from the back, two holding Jim by his wrists*
Cultist #7: We found this guy snooping from behind the bar.
Cultist #2: Oh... *turns to Debbie* Friend of yours?
Debbie: Man...who even is that guy? I just-
Cultist #2: *smacks Debbie across the face* Why are you here?
Debbie: I told yo I-
Cultist #2: *hits her again*
Jim: Stop it! Stop it!
Cultist #1: You know her, huh?
Jim: *says nothing*
Cultist #3: I say we still kill them. They've seen too much whether they're here together or not.
Cultist #5: You're probably right.
*two shots from the guns fire at both Debbie and Jim, their bodies drop to the floor shortly afterwards*
Cultist #3: C'mon guys, let's get the stuff into the van.
*They retrieve the briefcase and leave the bar, Jim and Debbie both laying silently until they're sure that the men are gone.*
Jim: Well...That didn't work.
Debbie: What do we do now?
Jim: I think we should get some help... Outside help...
END OF INTRO