Spoiler Episode #15: "Shush"

Compilation of Dark Angel - S2 Spoilers provided by RAMS

int. club- night
Swanky and upscale. Frank and Dino would be right at home. Max is cozied into a large booth with three goombahs --Fat Tony Rinaldi, Sam "Shakes" Mondillo, Bobby "No-Neck" Pino and the bookish Dougie. Fat Tony's clearly the boss. Max plays her bimbo part to the hilt.

Max: So you guys are in waste management...Like garbage men?

The three mobsters guffaw good naturedly.

Fat Tony: No sweetie, we're more on the corporate end. Local businessmen pay us a fee, and we send crews out to take the trash off the streets.

Max: (feigning confusion) But the streets are always covered with trash...

Another hearty laugh.

No-Neck: Yeah, business is booming.

Fat Tony raises a glass.

Fat Tony: To the pulse!

Everyone: The pulse!

Fat Tony: (off Max's confusion) Best thing that ever happened to a small collective of honest businessmen such as ourselves. The crime rate is up. Police corruption is back.Even the Pezzonovante have thier hands out for gifts. End of the century the mob was on the run, a dying breed, than badabing!--one little nuclear burst and we were back, baby.
Number one with a bullet.

Max turns to Dougie--

Max: And what do you do, good fella?

Dougie: I'm the accountant.

No-Neck: Yeah he cooks the books -- uh, keeps the books. Right Dougie?

Dougie: (miserable) That's right.

Fat Tony spots something going on at the bar area. Gestures to a GOOMBAH nearby. Max turns to see--

AT THE BAR AREA

A young man is being forcibly ejected from the club. We get the feeling that, in addition to the humiliation of being thrown out, he'll be taking a beating outside as well. Max turns to Tony--

Max: That guy bothering you?

Fat Tony: You see that mook's feet?
(she shakes her head)
Sneakers. Freakin' hi-tops. With glittery crap on'em. Can you believe that? I'm asking', can you believe that?

The others shakes their heads, mournful.

Shakes: Kids today, they got no respect.

Dougie suddenly slumps against Max. She pushes him off.

Max: Speaking of respect, your boy here's trying to get fresh.

Shakes: Nah, he's got a condition.

She looks closely at Dougie--

Max: He's asleep.

No-Neck: Yeah yeah, he's got the epilepsy.

Shakes: Not epilepsy Necrophilia.

Fat Tony: Shaddup both of you. It's narcolepsy.
(to max)
Makes you fall asleep for no ggod reason, like some kinda babbo.

He shakes Dougie awake.

Fat Tony: Hey. Head's up here, there's ladies present--

Dougie rouses just as Fat Tony turns to see, standing beside the table--

MIA

A dancer's body; long-legged and impossibly slim. A lovely face, accented by huge, inviting brown eyes. She smiles at Fat Tony--

Mia: Nice of you to call me a lady, Tony.

Fat Tony: Wasn't talkin' about you, Mia. Now scram, the boss don't want you around Books here.

Mia: Shouldn't that be up to Dougie?

She looks to the hapless Dougie. He's gazing at her, a man clearly in love. Then he looks at the boys, at thier stern expressions.

Dougie: (looking away) You heard 'em. Scram.

Mia:(re:Max) Who's the skirt?

Fat Tony: You want we should start barring you from the club? Huh? Now beat it.

With a last look at Max--

Mia: Sure. I'll see you guys later.

and she goes.

Max: What's her dealio?

Fat Tony: Don't worry 'bout it. You just have a nice time.

AT THE BAR

We see Mia whisper in the ear of a Young Waiter, who's carrying a tray with a martini on it. FOLLOW THE WAITER back to the table. As he passes he tilts the tray and the Martini empties down the front of Max's dress. Fat Tony jumps to his feet. Grabs the waiter--

Fat Tony: What, you think that's funny? Think you're a damn comedian?

Waiter: (genuinely terrified) I didn't mean to, I swear. I don't know how it happened.

Fat Tony: Clumsy guys like you need to be more careful, You could have an accident.
Max: It's okay, let him go. (to Fat Tony) I'm okay. Just gonna go clean up.

She moves off to the Ladies Room as the boys settle back into the booth. Fat Tony grabs the waiter again.

Fat Tony: Take a bottle of the best bubbly to table 10--

ANGLE TABLE TEN

Where a COUPLE OF GANGSTERS are chatting up a TALL BLOND in sunglasses.

Fat Tony: Spill a drop, and your brilliant career serving food and drink to these nice people comes to a sudden and tragic end.

The waiter, shaky, moves off. Fat Tony turns to the boys--

Fat Tony: Kids today...

INT. LADIES ROOM - NIGHT

Max is in the powder room area, mopping her cleavage dry and reapplying her lipstick when a stall door opens and Mia emerges, sniffling after having had herself a good cry. She stands next to Max as they talk to each other into the mirror.

Mia:Sorry about that before.

Max: s'okay...

Mia: My name's Mia.

Max: Max.

Mia: Pretty name. What do you do, Max?

Max: I'm a bike messenger. I work at Jam Pony.

Mia: Sounds like fun. So you're Dougie's new girl, huh?

Max looks around. Should she be talking like this? Then she suddenly smiles, conspiratorial...

Max: Not really. I'm undercover, on a mission for Eye's Only.

Mia: Ooooh, what kind of mission?

Max: I'm supposed to get Dougie to flip on the Colontonios and finger the big boss so Eyes Only can take him down. It's the scoop of a lifetime.

Mia: That is so exciting. But you should be careful, Max. These guys're dangerous.

Max waves her off--

Max: It's cool. I'm genetically engineered so I can totally kick their asses.

Mia: No kidding?

Max: (nods enthusiastically) Revved up like you wouldn't believe. I'm from Manticore,

Mia: Wow, me too. Can I see your barcode?

Max falters. Something is telling her she's said too much already. She tries to back off.

Max: I really shouldn't. It's a secret.

Mia: But I won't tell. I promise.

After a moment's hesitation Max lifts her hair. Mia peers at the barcode. Smiles to herself.

Mia: Neat. Hey Max, since we're sharing like girlfriends and all, why don't you tell me who Eyes Only really is. 'Cus I'd like to talk to him about something...

Max's eyes cloud over. This is wrong. She's sure of it.

Max: I can't... No, I can't...

Mia: (pulling back) It's alright, you don't have to. But for tonight, forget about Dougie, okay? You just go on home and get some rest...

Max: I am kind of sleepy.
(nervous)
I shouldn't have said so much.

Mia smiles sweetly. Looks Max right in the eye--

Mia: Don't worry, you won't remember.

Max: Remember what?

Mia: (cheery) Remember to powder your nose.

And she's gone. Off Max, unsure, we--

SMASH TO BLACK
MAIN TITLES

And that's it-- the mention of "powder room" suddenly jogs Max's memory--

Max: The powder room. I knew it. I did meet her before--

Logan: Where?

Max: The club -- that night I was trailing Dougie -- in the powder room -- at least I think so --

She hands her pool stick to Cindy, dashes out---

CUT TO:
EXT. CRASH - JUST 1 MOMENT LATER

as Max comes out, sees

MIA,

just getting into a cab, which pulls off. max grabs her bike, pedals off after the cab, as--

EXT. A STREET SOMEWHERE - LATER

We're in front of a nostalgia type dance club called 'The Gay 90's". Loud dance music emanating from the place. Right now we hear M.C. Hammer's "Can't Touch This", as Mia climbs out of her cab, gets into

DOUGIE'S CAR,

where he's waiting.

Mia: Hi. Oh, you look terrible--

Dougie: Always with the compliment- haven't changed a bit --

Mia: Well, you do. You stopped taking yur anti-oxidants, didn't you?

--he rubbernecks for anyone watching them--

Dougie: I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be talking to you.

Mia: Now, now, don't take it out on me. I told you this lifestyle would get you in trouble, didn't I?

Dougie: I'm history--that's it--history--

Mia takes a paper bag out of her purse, hands it to him--

Mia: Here

Dougie: I'm about to be killed to death and you give me a paper bag?

Mia: you're hyperventilating--

Dougie: What's this for? My remains? My ashes after The Godfather incinerates me with the disposable diapers and the pizza boxes and all the other trash in Seattle?

Mia: He won't do that--

Dougie: He will

Mia: Breathe--

Dougie: And I can kiss his hand till I need a case of chapstick, it won't matter--

Mia: Wasn't it you who said, "he who is deaf, dumb, and blind will have a hundred years of peace?"

Dougie: Yeah.

Mia: Didn't you practice what you preach?

Dougie: Yeah. I was wrong.

Mia: Dougie--stop worrying--

Dougie: Lemmie tell you something. You know how The Godfather got to be Godfather? By trusting his hunches. Right now, he trusts no one, nobody. He has a hunch because that freakin' Eyes Only has a mouth like a sperm whale.

Mia: Breathe--

Dougie: I'm his accountant.
(takes a few breaths from the bag, CRINKLE-CRINKLE)
You know what that means?

Mia: (plain as day) Yeah. You need to do something.

Poor Dougie works himself into such a state of desperation now, he absently tears the bag to shreds.

Dougie: Well, duh! I need to gain his trust again. I need a plan. I need a course of action, something, I need to do something! Oh, oh, it's that Catholic thing again. I'm having bad thoughts, I'm having bad thoughts. Those books are cooked! He'll find something!

OUTSIDE NOW

where we see Max, hiding behind a dumpster. She can see them, but with all the ambient noise coming from the Gay 90's, she can't hear. She sneaks, creeps, closer, behind a dumpster, as--

INSIDE DOUGIE'S CAR-- CLOSE ON MIA,

Mia: Everything's gonna be okay. I'm gonna make this all right for you, okay? I have a plan. But you have to do exactly what I say. Dougie. Dougie?

WIDEN TO REVEAL DOUGIE,

fast asleep, having been stricken momentarily with his chronic narcolepsy. Sleeping there, innocently, we love him even more. Mia takes it in stride; she's seen it before.

Mia: Dougie. Come on, wakie-wakie.

As Dougie shakes the sleep off--

Dougie: Yeah, yeah, where were we?

Mia: Did you bring the money?

Dougie extracts an envelope from the inside his coat, hands it to her.

Dougie: Ten thousand. I must be crazy--

Mia: no, you're not. Listen to me. I have a sure thing that's gonna win a lot of money for you, and me, and The Godfather. He's gonna love you for it, you'll be in his good graces again. When we're through? He'll trust you with the lives of his very children--

Dougie: Those brats?

INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

It's after hours, the lights are low. Two ND THUGS look on as a nervous Dougie addresses a fourth man sitting in a darkened booth. Though his face is obscured by shadows, we'll come to realize the fourth man is none other than BOSS COLANTONIO. Dougie is mid-conversation, reaching the end of his pitch--

Dougie: The kid gets into the ring at eight o'clock tomorrow night. That's when we put our money on him, while the odds are still low. (shrugs) Let it ride the rest of the night, we stand to make a couple mill, easy.

A long beat before the Boss sighs--

Colantonio: Dougie, Dougie, Dougie...(beat) You and I go back a ways, don't we?

Dougie: (stammering) Almost twenty years, Mr. Colantonio. You...you've been like a father to me.

Colantonio: And you've been like a son.

Dougie: I...I appreciate that, Mr. Colantonio--

Colantonio: Shaddup

Dougie zips it.

Colantonio: When I hear this..."Eye's-guy" say you're disrespecting me, it's like a knife in the heart. I wonder: What'd I do to deserve such treachery?

Dougie: He's lying, Boss. I'd never do anything to disrespect you. You know that.

Colantonio: I do know that. You're a good kid.

For the briefest instant, Dougie feels some relief. Then--

Colantonio: But I also got a reputation to uphold. I keep you around, the other Families start thinking I'm weak. Sentimental. A sucker, if you will. (sighs) I find myself on the horns of quite a dilemma.

Dougie knows it's quite lieterally do-or-die time. Gets down on his knees, desperate--

Dougie: One night, Mr Colantonio. That's all I'm asking for. One night to show you how good an earner I can be.

A long beat as Colantonio mulls everthing he's heard. Finally--

Colantonio: One night, Dougie. You boy doesn't come through, you both end up under goal-posts.

Dougie swallows hard, nods his understanding. As he EXITS--

INT. JAM PONY

Max ENTERS from outside, racks her bike. There's a small bandaid across the cut beneath her eye.

Mia: (O.C.) Morning, Maxie!

Max looks up to see Mia approaching.

Max: Hey, Mia.

Alec: Ten grand at ten-to-one odds? You bet you’re a$$.

Max: Where the hell did you get that?

Alec: (where else?) Mia

A beat as Max and Logan take this in, mull the newest piece of the puzzle that is Mia. Alec folds the envelope back into his pocket, turns to go--

Alec: Swing by Crash afterthe fights. Drinks'll be on the champ.

And with a confident wink, he EXITS. OFF Max and Logan, their concern growing by the second--

EXT. WAREHOUSE/FIGHT HALL

A CROWD of well-dressed fight fans stands outside the decrepit warehouse, impatient to be allowed inside. One by one, they hand their tickets to a hulking tuxedo-clad BOUNCER who checks their names against a LIST. Loud CHEERS are audible from within.

ON MAX AND LOGAN

As they slip through the crowd, emerging at the very front of the line. Max slaps a few bills into the Bouncer's hand.

Max: Two for the fights.

To her surprise, the Bouncer hands the bills back to her.

Bouncer: You can't just "buy" your way into the fights, lady. You're either on the list or you ain't.

Logan:Please, sir. We/re here to stop a friend of ours from making a terrible mistake. It's a matter of life and death.

A beat as the Bouncer takes in Logan's impassioned speech, then smiles to himself. As we'll come to discover later, he's been instructed to keep an eye out for a "melodramatic professor-type" and a "babe in black."

Bouncer: You must be Mister Cale...(to Max)...which would make you Ms. Guevarra.

Max and Logan exchange a puzzled look, not quite sure what to make of this.

Logan: That's right.

A beat as the Bouncer checks two names off his list.

Bouncer: Good news. Your both on the list.

As he ushers them inside--

INT. FIGHT HALL- CONTINUOUS

A spacious, smoke-filled area equipped with "stadium-style"seating. At the center of the warehouse is a mesh-wire CAGE. Within, TWO BARE-KNUCKLED MEN are going at it. The well-to-do- crowd ROARS with every blow landed, practically begging for blood.

Max and Logan step inside. A beat as she scans the crowd with her eyes--

MAX-VISION

Finds Mia and Dougie on the opposite end of the hall, placing their bets at one of several BETTING WINDOWS. Over each window is an electronic "scoreboard" displaying the everchanging odds on the various fighters.

BACK TO SCENE

As max points out Mia and Dougie to Logan.

Max: Ready?

Logan: Let's do it.

They talk over the ringmaster as he announces the next fight.

Max: Because Logan's been trying to take down these guys for months. If you don't throw the fight, the bad guys get off scot-free.

Ringmaster: Ladies and Gentlemen--in the red corner, hailing from White PLains, New York...weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds....

Alec: As long as I get to keep my cash.

Alec stands, ready for his next fight, leaving Max fuming in his corner.

Ringmaster: ....The Avatar of Agony, give it up for ...Mako!

AT THE BETTING BOOTH

The odds are 6-1 in favor of Alec. A dozen ND ONLOOKERS place their bets, then turn to watch the fight as the BELL RINGS. Then--WHAM! SMACK! OOF! THUD! -- the fight is over. Much cheering. The onlookers collect their winnings.

BACK IN THE RING

Alec smugly returns to his corner, quickly doing his math in his head--

Alec: That's a hundred...and twenty two thousand.
(looks around, no Max) Max?

Ringmaster: Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes the scheduled bouts for this evening. (the crowd boos)
However, as always we'd like to open the floor to any daring volunteers wishing to take on our reigning champ.

The crowd falls silent-- no one is going to fight Alec.

Ringmaster: Any takers? Anyone at all...? Going once...going twice...

Max: (O.S.) Right here.

CAMERA FINDS Max as she slides between the ropes and into the ring. CAMERA PUSHES IN FAST as Max hops onto the canvas.

Max: I'll take on the champ.

Off max's deteermined expression--

BLACK OUT
ACT FOUR
INT. FIGHT HALL - NIGHT

As before, Max and Alec in the ring.

Alec: What the hell are you doing?

Max: I told you to take a dive. Now I have to beat your a$$ myself.

Alec: What do you have against me making money?

The Ringmaster steps in the middle of the ring--

Ringmaster: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new challenger!

The CROWD GOES WILD! People scamper to the betting booth. The Ringmaster turns to Max.

Ringmaster: What's your name, cupcake?

Alec: She doesn't have a name. She's not here. She's not fighting.

Max: The Equalizer. Name's The Equalizer.

Alec: (laughs) You can't be serious.

Ringmaster: Ladies and Gentlemen--in the red corner, hailing from parts unknown...weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds--

Max: Hey!

Ringmaster: --The Curvaceous Killer...give it up for...The Equalizer!

The crowd mostly applauds, with some cat-calling and jeering thrown in for good measure.

ANGLE ON - DOUGIE & CO.

Mia and Dougie stand together, Mia eyeing Bobby and Sammy carefully as they exchange a look--

Bobby: Whaddya think?

Sammy: Whaddya mean, whaddya think-- look at the freakin' odds.

Sammy motions over to --

THE BETTING BOOTH

Packed with people betting on ALec. That's because the ODDS DISPLAY above the booth has the odds against Max at 12-1.

BACK TO THE WISEGUYS

Sammy: Put it on the ragazzo.

Bobby: How much?

Sammy: How much? All of it! "How much..."

Bobby collects all the betting slips from Sammy and heads to the betting booth. Dougie digs out all his betting slips, starts to head to the booth, when Mia stops him.

Mia: Where you going?

Dougie: Last bet of the night...gotta love going out on a sure thing.

Mia: (takes the slips) Here. I'll do it.

Dougie gives her the betting slips and she heads to the betting booth, lining up a handful of bettors behind Bobby.

BACK IN THE RING

Max and Alec stand in the middle of the ring as the Ringmaster goes over the rules --

Ringmaster: Here's the rules...there ain't no rules. Hitting below the belt is allowed. Eye-gouging is allowed.

Max and Alec talk over the Ringmaster as he continues to list the non-rules--

Alec: Come on, Max -- you don't wanna fight me.

Max: Are you kidding? I've been waiting for this chance for months.

Alec: Yeah. Well...the problem is you're just a girl. THere's no way you're gonna --

Ringmaster: Biting is allowed. Hair pulling is allowed. When the bell rings --

On "bell" Max CLOCKS ALec in the face, sending him staggering.

Ringmaster: (calling o.c.) Ring the bell, ring the bell!

DING! DING! The bell rings. ALec turns to Max, gingerly feeling his now-fat lip.

Alec: Figured you'd cheat.

Alec throws a punch; Max blocks. She kicks; he dodges. They spar like the gifted fighters they are -- than Max grabs two handfuls of hair and introduces Alec's face to her knee.

Max: That's for the virus,

Alec: That was not my fau--

Max: (WHAM! A hard right) That's for trying to kill Joshua.

Alec: I was trying to save my own --

Max: (WHAM! A HARD LEFT) That's for getting paint all over my research.

Alec: Okay, that was my ba--

Max: (WHAM! A ROUNDHOUSE) That's for using Joshua to deliver your packages.

Alec: Cut it out already!

ANGLE ON DOUGIE

Bobby and Sammy are staring daggers at Dougie as Mia rejoins him, sees the concerned look on his face. Dougie turns to Mia, worried --

Dougie: She's good. She's really good.

Sammy: ("wouldn't want to be in your shoes") Yeah

Mia: (to Dougie, "don't worry about it") Just watch the fight.

BACK IN THE RING

Max is still wailing away on ALec. WHAM--

Max: -- for losing me that baseball. and this --

Shee goes for a spin-kick, but Alec has enough strength and speed to catch her foot and kick her other leg out from under her.

Alec: My turn now, b!tch.

Max: (flips to her feet) What'd you call me?

Alec: You heard me. B-I-T-C---

Max: (looks into the audience) Is that girl naked?

Ot's only for a split second, but Alec does look -- and that's all the time Max needs to kick him in the groin. He bends over in excruciating pain, his testicles in his throat.

Max: Did that hurt? (off his agonized look) Good.

So she kicks him again in the balls. Alec collapses in a heap. The crowd is split-- the "ooh" in sympathetic pain, the women screaming and cheering. The Ringmaster steps back in, lifts Max's victorious hand--

Ringmaster: Ladies and gentlemen...the winner by knockout, and your new Ultimate Fighting Champion... The Equalizer!

More cheering... except from Dougie and his cronies. Max looks into the audience, sees Logan and Sung (with some uniformed officers) moving fast towards them. As she moves to help Alec up--

Max: You okay?

Alec: (barely able to speak) No...you happy now?

Max: (thinks...then laughs) Yeah!

ANGLE ON DOUGIE AND THE WISEGUYS

Dougie is white as a sheet. Sammy puts a hand on his shoulder.

Sammy: Come on, Dougie -- the boss is gonna want some words.

Bobby: You done stepped in it now, D.

Logan: (O.S) Douglas Sparacino?

That all turn to look as Logan approaches, an ID in his hand and Sung at his side.

Logan: (flashes ID) Logan Cale, Associated Press. This is Detective Sung with the Seattle PD.

Sammy: We don't got nothing to say to youse.

Logan: You're about to get dead, Dougie. You were on thin ice with the boss already -- and that was before you embarrassed him and his friends...lost them a lot of money. You can tell me everything you know, or you can end your night in cement shoes.

Bobby: Cement shoes...who talks like that?

Sammy: Come on, Dougie?

Sung: We're ready to take you into protective custody, make sure you're in a safeplace where no one can get to you. Just say the word.

Logan: You won't get as good an offer from the boss. Tell us who he is, you get a fresh start.

Dougie looks back and forth between the wiseguys and the good guys. What to do?

Bobby: Boss is waiting, Books.

Logan: It's decision time, Dougie. All you have to do is point a finger.

Dougie again hesitates...then he raises a shaky finger and points at --

THE BIG BLONDE

In the hat and the big sunglasses. The Blonde sees Dougie pointing, gets to her feet -- makes a break for it.

Sung: (to his cops) Stop her!

The cops give chase, but it's a short pursuit. The blonde breaks a heel and trips. The hat goes flying, the shades go flying... as does the big blonde wig. The "Blonde" does a hard a$$-landing...looks up to see everyone loking at her. Him, actually. This is the big boss, no longer incognito.

Snickers and chuckles all around -- the boss is not only unmasked, but humiliated. Sung moves up to him --

Sung: Jonathan Colantonio, you're under arrest for murder, racketeering and book making. You have the right to remain silent...

ND Cop #1: (moving for Bobby) Robert Pino, you're under arrest for murder...

ND COP #2: (Moving for Sammy) Samuel Mondillo, you're under arrest for conspiracy...

The cops continue to Miranda-ize the wiseguys as they cuff and usher them away. As Sung leads Colantonio off--

Colantonio: Worst mistake you ever made, Dougie. You shoulda kept your big trap shut.

And he's gone, leaving Logan with Mia and Dougie.

Dougie: I gotta sit down.

Dougie sits, falls asleep instantly. Off Logan and Mia--

INT. FIGHT HALL - LATER

Dougie still sits in the same spot, asleep. Max and Logan talk to Mia. A couple of UNIFORMS stand behind them.

Logan: Whenever you're ready, Detective Sung's men are ready to take you and Dougie into protective custody.

Mia: That's okay; we have a plane to catch.

Logan: What plane?

The FIGHT HALL MANAGER approaches, hands a satchel to Mia.

Fight hall manager: Here you go, miss.

Mia takes the satchel, looks inside at a bagful of money -- sheaves of hundred dollar bills. SHe looks at the Manager --

Mia: Shouldn't there be a little more in here, sweetie? You wouldn't be skimming on me, would you?

Fight hall manager: I am... I'm sorry. I don't know why I do that.

He pulls a couple more sheaves out of his jacket pocket, gives them to Mia and walks away.

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