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THE 25
t
h
HOUR
by
David Benioff
4/30/01
INDUSTRY ENTERTAINMENT
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EXT. WEST SIDE HIGHWAY — NIGHT
A black dog sleeps on the shoulder of the highway, head
between his paws, curled up next to the barricade that
separates the north and southbound lanes.
Traffic rumbles past him: yellow cabs, blue police cruisers,
white limousines with tinted glass and Jersey plates.
We hear the squeal of brakes. A black *65 Ford Mustang, mint
condition, pulls onto the shoulder, ten yards past the dog,
and backs up. The dog raises its head.
Two men step out of the car. The driver, MONTY BROGAN, mid-
twenties, is pale-skinned in the flickering light. A small
silver crucifix hangs from a silver chain around his neck;
his fingers are adorned with silver rings.
The passenger, KOSTYA NOVOTNY, a hulking man in his late
thirties, blows his nose in his handkerchief.
It's a cold night. Monty wears a camel's hair overcoat,
Kostya an old blue Soviet Navy coat.
MONTY
He's alive.
KOSTYA
(Ukrainian accent)
This dog, how do you call it?
MONTY
Pit bull. Must have lost somebody some
money.
The dog stares at them and they stare at the dog.
••: ' .•••••-• • ' ? -. : • •- •' MONTY
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I was thinking of shooting him.
KOSTYA
Shooting him? Are you sick in the head?
The dog continues to stare at them impassively, his face lit
by the passing headlights. The pavement by his paws is
littered with broken glass, twisted scraps of metal, black
rubber from blown tires.
(CONTINUED)
o
KOSTYA
What do we do, Monty, we watch him rot?
CONTINUED:
MONTY
They just left him here to die. They
threw him out the window and kept
driving.
A ship's horn sounds from the Hudson.
KOSTYA
Come, my friend, it is cold. Come, people
wait for us.
MONTY
They're used to waiting.
Monty squats near the dog and inspects him. From this angle
it is clear that the pit bull has been badly abused. One ear
has been chewed to mince; his hide is scored with cigarette
burns; flies crawl in his bloodied fur.
MONTY (CONT'D)
I think maybe his hip—
The dog pounces, jaws snapping,; lunging for Monty's face.
Monty stumbles backwards. The dog, too badly injured to
continue the attack, remains in his crouch, growling.
Monty sits on the pavement, shaking his head.
Christ.
(beat)
He's got some bite left.
MONTY (CONT'D)
KOSTYA
I think he does not want to play with
you. Come, you want police to pull over?
You want police looking through your car?
MONTY
Look what they did to him. Used him for a
fucking ashtray.
Monty stands and dusts his palms on the seat of his pants.
MONTY (CONT'D)
Let's get him in the trunk.
What?
KOSTYA
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (2)
3.
MONTY
There's a vet emergency room on the East
Side. I like this guy.
KOSTYA
You like him? He tries to bite your face
off. Look at him, he is meat. You want
some dog, I buy you.nice puppy tomorrow.
Monty is not listening. He walks back to his car, opens the
trunk, pulls out a soiled green army blanket.
Kostya holds up his hands:
stop.
KOSTYA (CONT'D)
Wait one minute, please. Please stop one
minute? I do not go near pit bull. Monty?
I do not go near pit bull.
Monty, carrying the army blanket, walks back toward the dog.
MONTY
This is a good dog. I can see it in his
eyes. He's a tough little bastard.
KOSTYA
Sometimes I think you are very stupid
man.
The dog has slumped back to the pavement. His breath, comes in.
shorts rasps and wheezes. But he never takes his eyes off the
two men.
MONTY
We wait much longer, he'll be dead.
KOSTYA
One minute ago you want to shoot him.
MONTY
That was a mercy thing. But he's not
ready to go yet.
KOSTYA
Yes? He told you this?
Monty slowly circles behind the dog, holding the blanket the
way a matador wields his cape.
MONTY
Distract him.
U
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: (3)
Kostya stares at his friend in disbelief. He looks down. A
crumpled soda can lies by his feet. He kicks the can.
The dog's head pivots to follow the aluminum flash.
Monty hurls the blanket over the dog and spring forward,
wrapping his arms around the dog's midsection. The dog
growls, bites the wool, tries to break the blanket's neck.
Monty lurches toward the Mustang, struggling to retain his
bearhug while the pit bull slithers in his grasp. As they
stumble closer to the car the dog releases the blanket and
snaps at Monty's throat.
Monty hurls the dog into the trunk and slams the lid. He
returns to the driver's seat.
Kostya watches him in silence, stares at the sky for a few
seconds, finally gets back in the car. The dog thrashes in
the trunk.
INT. MUSTANG
Both men sit in silence as Monty revs the engine. Blood is
beginning to leak from a bite on the right side of Monty's
neck.
KOSTYA
What goes on in your little head?
Monty grins. He has no idea that he's bleeding.
MONTY
I got him, didn't I? Surprised you how
.— quick I was, huh?
Monty checks for traffic and pulls back onto the highway.
KOSTYA
Yes, you are so quick.
He points at the wound on Monty's neck, which has begun to
flow faster.
KOSTYA (CONT'D)
Meanwhile, you are bleeding.
MONTY
That's the dog's blood.
KOSTYA
Oh? Because you have hole in your neck
and blood is coining out.
(CONTINUED)
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