INT. DOOMSDAY BUNKER – LATER
The party is ending, and everyone is placing thick envelopes on the bar in front of Mark before leaving.
Then, two of the bikers come back in.
MARK: Howdy, how can I help you guys?
BIKER #1 (holds up an envelope): We just forgot the cash.
MARK: Ah, thanks, man!
The second biker, further toward the entrance, DRAWS A GUN.
BIKER #2: We forgot to COLLECT it.
Mark lifts his hands, showing that he is unarmed.
MARK: Alrighty! Guys, I have to tell you, I don't have my gun on me.
BIKER #1: Good for us; we weren't planning on a duel. Now give us the money.
MARK: There are cameras.
He points to one just above his head, another further away, and a third.
The armed bikers follow with their gaze.
MARK: And ah...
They close in on him.
MARK: Ah... I'm sorry – don't shoot – but I really gotta sneeze!
The bikers laugh, gun still pointing at Mark.
MARK: Achoo!
In the same movement, as he sneezes into his elbow, HE PICKS UP A FRUIT KNIFE from the counter.
SENDS THE THING FLYING THROUGH THE ROOM, straight into Biker #2's throat. He goes down immediately, gurgling and choking.
Mark hurls himself over the bar MMA-style, knocking biker #1 unconscious mid-air before bouncing on, landing on biker #2's arm with a loud knack. Picks the gun from a limp hand.
Biker #1 is unconscious; Biker #2 is dying.
MARK: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?
He moves SWAT-team-style out the entrance, gun ready.
Seeing that no one is outside, he goes into a full-body scream like a Spartan warrior.
Adrenaline dumped, he walks back into the bunker.
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Love/Survival
RomanceOn paper, 20-year-old twins Cathy and Matt have everything going for them. Their mom is a Brazilian supermodel, and their dad is a decorated Navy SEAL. In reality, though, Mark, their dad, is retired with PTSD, and their mom, Sabrina, split long ago...
