THE RUNNER SCREENPLAY by BRIAN R. LUNDIN (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📕

mouthed the words fuck you. Jimmy nodded to another one of the men and he raped Pedro. Pedro was a good soldier and held out as long as he could as he was repeated raped by the men and he felt the blood running down his legs, finally he told Jimmy that they got their drugs from a distributor in Chalna, Bangladesh. As Jimmy was leaving the garage, he nodded at the men who had been raping Pedro. When he reached his car and slid into the back seat with Bruno he heard four gunshots.

JIMMY
How did you get him to talk?

BRUNO
Torture my friend is as much mental as physical. We all have hidden fears, once you discover these fears all you have to do is let the subject wonder when these fear are going to be released, and then he will tell you everything.

JIMMY
Why the rape?

Jimmy was intrigued by this little man.

BRUNO
That was his hidden fear.

JIMMY
Two in the head for each of those wetbacks.

The men drove east on Foster Avenue.

INT. MEXICANA AIRLINES BUSINESS CLASS PRIVATE LOUNGE AT O’HARA INTERNATIONAL-MORNNG

It was a large room with oversized chairs, banks of telephones and a complimentary liquor and snack bar with nuts, fruits and hot breads. The motif of the room was Mexican and the walls were covered with Mexican art and artifacts. Three large-screened colored televisions gave an unobstructed view to anyone in the room. Felix Lehder was relaxing in a large comfortable recliner sipping a glass of tequila when he glanced at the bank of clocks that showed the time in every major city in the world. It was 3:30 am when Felix checked the flight schedules beside the clocks, his flight #409 to Cali, Colombia was due to depart on time at 4:20 am. Felix motioned to the beautiful Mexican attendant for another drink as he settled back and continued to watch a Mexican comedy show on the television when a deep voice from within the set interrupted the canned laughter of the show.

VOICE
Please stand by for a special news bulletin.

Felix idly watched as the attendant placed his drink on a napkin on a table beside the chair. A somber face, white female reporter appeared and began to report the breaking news over a screen shot of the warehouse on Foster Avenue. The screen shot showed the flashing blue mars lights of Chicago Police Department squad cars.

REPORTER
This morning at approximately midnight, the Chicago Police Department responded to a call of “Shots fired,” upon arrival they found the body of two Hispanic males who had been shot to death and one appeared to have been sexually violated, names are being withheld until next of kin can be notified.

Shortly after the news broadcast, Mexican Airlines announced the boarding call for Mexicana Flight #409. Felix gulped down his drink left a $10.00 tip for the attendant and hurried to the departure gate. At exactly 4:20 am, the Mexicana Flight took off from runway #109 and headed into the dark skies of Chicago for its four-hour flight to Mexico City, Mexico. The Jumbo jet landed in Mexico City at 9:30 am, Chicago time. Mexicana Airlines prided itself on on-time arrivals and departures and apologized to its 300 passengers that the delay was due to strong headwinds and all passengers would be given complementary drinks upon deplaning.
After getting off the plane, Felix refused the complimentary drink and rushed to a private plane runaway on the other side of the airport, where a Lear Jet was waiting. Felix boarded the plane and shortly landed on a private landing strip, surrounded by a rain forest.

INT. LIMOUSINE-MORNING

Waiting was a gray limousine and seated in the rear seat was Phillippe Calfinoez; Felix got in and sat next to Phillippe. Felix unbuttoned his jacket and oversized shirt and gave Phillippe the money belt that contained the money from the State Street Boys. Phillippe placed the money into a black leather briefcase and pushed a side panel button of the limo. A side panel opened that contained two glasses and a bottle of tequila, Phillippe poured himself and Felix a drink as the limo pulled away from the landing strip and passed the farmers harvesting the cocoa plants.

PHILLIPPE

After taking a sip of his drink.

What happened in Chicago?

FELIX
I don’t know, I arrived at our location on Foster at about 11:45 pm changed vehicles and left, I doubt if I was there a minute, Pedro and Juan had the car ready and running. When I was at the airport a special news report broadcasted what happen in the warehouse and to Pedro, terrible.
I wonder if our Mexican friends had a hand in this? Phillippe said mainly to himself. Felix took another sip of his drink.

FELIX
I don’t know.

PHILLIPPE
We will find out and Pedro and Juan will be avenged.

INT. VILLA-MORNING

After a twenty-minute ride, the limo pulled into the garage at the villa, Phillippe and Felix walked over to the pool where Juanita Calfinoez, Phillippe’s wife was seated underneath a large umbrella eating breakfast. As they approached, Juanita got out of her chair. She was wearing a skimpy orange thong bikini, which accentuated her brown skin, and volumpous body perfectly, she dived into the pool.

PHILLIPPE
The two men watched the powerful and graceful stokes of his wife.

She is beautiful, isn’t she?

FELIX
Yes she is.

Felix said watching the woman.

It’s been a long night; I need a shower and a nap.


PHILLIPPE

Good work Felix we’ll talk later.

Phillippe sat down in his wife seat and took a piece of cantaloupe off the tray, still watching his wife.

RONALD BREWER was a product of the Altgeld Garden’s public housing project on the far south side of Chicago. He lived with his mother and two older brothers and three older sisters. His mother, Janice also was born and raised in the “Garden” and when she was younger was the stereotypical black woman; big hips and wide behind, she was considered “stacked.” After becoming addicted to heroin, she supported her family by becoming a prostitute. His twin sisters, Liz and Druilla was eighteen years old and was following in their mother’s footsteps, his brothers Carl and David was twenty and twenty two years old respectively and were currently serving ten years in Statesville Penitentiary for drug dealing.

Brewer attended Carver Elementary and High school that was located in the “Garden’s. The Chicago Public Schools had been often criticized for under educating minority students but Carver was a school that was dedicated to providing quality education. The school identified Al as a gifted, above average student with a genius I.Q. that showed an aptitude for chemistry Al graduated top in his class from Carver High at fourteen years old and received a scholarship to Illinois Institute of Technology. Al was admitted into the accelerated chemistry doctorial program and graduated first in his class at seventeen years old, what Bobby Fischer was to chess, Brewer was to chemistry. After graduating, Brewer received numerous lucrative employment offers by leading United States and European drug companies, but his best offer came from the Cali Chemical Company in Cali, Colombia.

Juanita Calfinoez was the personnel director of her husband’s company. Most of the job offers Al received had starting salaries between $50,000 and $75,000 a year but Juanita told Al that her company would start him off at $1.5 million dollars a year, with yearly raises and incentives. Brewer accepted the offer not only for the money but also because of Juanita who was ten years his senior. As they flew, on a private Lear jet, Al had sex with Juanita, this was his first sexual experience and he immediately was in love. They were met at a private airstrip outside of Cali, Colombia and driven in a chauffeur limousine to the large villa that was built into the sides of a mountain. A tall handsome man that Juanita introduced as her husband, Phillippe Calfinoez, greeted them. Al was stunned; the woman he loved was married. Al was taken to his room by one of the household staff and was joined shortly by Juanita.

AL
Why didn’t you tell me you were married?

JUANITA
It doesn’t matter; I and my husband have an understanding.

She started to undress and pulled Al to her. Al did not understand what was going on but that did not stop him from having sex with her again. They had sex every day and night during the next two weeks when Phillippe was away from the villa on business trips. When he was home, Al noticed coolness between him and his wife, they were always pleasant with each other but there were no signs of affection. One morning Al was awaken by Philippe who was standing over his bed pointing a pistol at him.

PHILLIPPE
Do you like fucking my wife?

Al could not answer; his attention was on the weapon pointing menacingly at his head.

PHILLIPPE
But that is not my reason for awakening you in such a rude manner or the weapon.
Al merely looked at Phillippe as he felt his bladder empty onto the bed.

PHILLIPPE
You were hired because from our research you are the most knowledgeable chemist in both the U.S. and Europe and we need your kind of expertise there are only two choices you have Mr. Brewer you can work for us and be handsomely rewarded or you will die here, the choice is yours.

Phillippe threw a blue bank book on the bed.

AL
What is that you want me to do?

PHILLIPPE
Make heroin from raw opium, can you do that?

AL
I’m sure I can with the right equipment.

PHILLIPPE
Good we will start tomorrow, make a list of what you need and give it to my wife after you’ll finish fuckin. I’ll have someone bring you another bed, that one seems a little damp.

Al slowly got out of the bed and removed the wet pajamas. He picked up the bankbook that showed in the deposit and balance column $2 million dollars. Al quickly showered and went downstairs to breakfast. Later that morning Phillippe took Al to a mountain deep in the backcountry of Cali, Colombia.

PHILLIPPE
Years ago when the Cali Cartel first started in the cocaine business, we hired the best engineers from Europe and the United States to convert the mountain into a laboratory. The engineers constructed an electrically controlled and charged fence thirty feet inside the mountain, which was out of view of anyone on the mountain and we used powerful generators for lights.


Fifty feet behind the fence was an elevator that contained a control panel with three buttons mounted in descending order with the number “1” at the top, followed by “2” and “3?” Number “1” was the main floor and number two was the underground processing lab, that was thirty feet below, Number #3” was a rest area and lunchroom.

INT. LAB-MORNING

The lab was illuminated by rows of fluorescent lights and computers men in white coats with clipboards were in the office monitoring the computers, women and men wearing only diaper, and facemasks were busy working with the drugs.

PHILLIPPE
The computers controlled the machines that converted the cocoa leaves into cocaine and as you can see doctor, we have gone through a great deal of expense to set up our little enterprise. The men in the white coats are all PhD’s like you and they are leading experts