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                             'EDDIE D'

(C)1997 All Rights Reserved

FADE IN

EXT. NICE NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT

A black sports car rolls to a stop in front of a
red brick townhouse. The headlights go out and a MAN
sits in the car as another car passes it on the tree-lined
street.

Angle on car door as it opens. A burly hand carries
a large chrome-plated revolver. The man crosses behind
the car and slips into the side yard.

He leans against the house looking...searching for any
movement.

The man is wearing jeans and a leather jacket over a
black t-shirt. He reaches into a pocket and pulls
out a small brown bottle.  He pops the top and puts it
to his mouth.  He jiggles the bottle and swallows some
of the contents.

EXT. TOWNHOUSE BACKDOOR - NIGHT

The dark figure moves up on the deck at the back of the
house.  He cups his hands against a window.

A single light shines deep in the house.

He moves to the door and tries the knob. Locked.

He steps back and KICKS the door open. Glass SHATTERS
as the door SLAMS against the inside wall.  The man
COCKS the revolver and staggers into the house.

INT. TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT

The man slowly moves through the house, down hallways,
in search of something or someone.  He enters the den,
where the lone light shines.

                        EDDIE (o.s.)
                Don't even fucking move.

The man slowly turns...EDDIE DONOVAN sits in
a leather wingback chair pointing a Mossberg 12 gauge
shotgun at him. Eddie slide-cocks the shotgun for emphasis.

                        MAN
                You the guy she's fucking?

Eddie takes a cellular phone from his pocket and one-handed
dials 911.

                        EDDIE
                No, Bobby, I'm the guy fucking
                you.  Drop the piece and kick it
                over here.

Bobby doesn't move. Eddie points the shotgun at his
head.
                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                Look down that barrel....that's
                the last thing your sorry ass is
                gonna see if you don't do what I
                say.....now drop the piece...easy-like.

Bobby looks at the end of the shotgun, then slowly uncocks
the revolver and gently lays it on the floor. He kicks it
over to Eddie.

                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                        (to phone)
                Yeah, I need police assistance
                at three-twenty-seven Orchard Cove.
                That's in Sun Harbor. I have
                an armed prowler that has broken
                into a client's home. No, I have
                it under control. Donovan, Eddie
                Donovan.  I'm private.  Tell the
                patrol boys we're in the back of
                house.  I'll be the one holding
                the shotgun.

Eddie pushes a button on the phone and sticks it back
in his pocket.

                        MAN
                Who the fuck are you, man?

                        EDDIE
                Grab some floor, superstar.

Eddie motions to the floor with the shotgun. The man
kneels and lays face down on the carpeted floor.
Police SIRENS can already be heard in the background.

                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                Hands on top of the head.

The man complies. Eddie reaches into another pocket
and pulls out a small leather case.

Red and blue lights reflect through the den windows.
Two PATROL OFFICERS shine their big flashlights down the
hall and work their way back to the den. They have their
Glock nine millimeters drawn and ready to use.

Eddie clicks the safety on the Mossberg and holds it
and the ID out in front of him.

                        OFFICER
                Freeze, right there.

Eddie pushes the ID wallet at the cop.

                        EDDIE
                Hey, there Officer....(reading
                his name tag) Higgins.  Eddie Donovan.
                Private heat.  Here's my license.
                Safety's on the shotgun.

Officer Higgins takes Eddie's ID and examines it.  The other
officer picks up the revolver and stands over the man laying on the
floor. Higgins holsters his pistol.

                        HIGGINS
                Okay, what's going on here?

He hands the ID back to Eddie.

                        EDDIE
                Gentlemen, let me introduce you
                to the scum on the floor...
                Bobby DelGreco.

At the mention of the name the two young cops look
at each other in surprise.

                        EDDIE
                        (noticing)
                Yep, that Bobby DelGreco.
                Star running back for the
                Miami Dolphins.  Seems hitting
                NFL linemen isn't enough for
                Bobby here, he has to beat the
                shit outta his wife on a regular
                basis. Probably every time he dropped
                a pass. And he sucked this season.

DelGreco looks up from the floor and spits at Eddie's shoes.

                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                So, his wife hires me to protect
                her.

Eddie pulls a folded paper from a jacket pocket and hands it
to Officer Higgins.

                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                That's a restraining order says
                he can't even come near the property.
                Then there's the firearm...(leans down)
                Bobby, ain't you still on probation from
                the last beating?

Bobby doesn't move.

                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                So, there's three to five in Starke
                right there. My guess is...by the look
                of him...you check him or his car you're
                gonna find some speed or blow.

The other officer cuffs DelGreco and pulls him to his feet.
He searches him and comes up with the brown bottle.
He tosses it to Higgins.

                        HIGGINS
                Looks like amphetamines. Enough
                in here to get a deliver intent.

                        DELGRECO
                Hey, that ain't mine...I don't know where
                you got that.

Higgins takes his flashlight and jams it into DelGreco's
stomach. DelGreco doubles over in pain.

                        HIGGINS
                Shut up asshole. I hate wife beaters...
                'sides I lost fifty bucks on the last
                fins game. Nice drop.

He signals the other officer and he takes him out to the
patrol car. Higgins puts the flashlight on his belt.

                        HIGGINS
                        (cont)
                Where's the wife?

                        EDDIE
                With her parents up in Tampa.

                        HIGGINS
                He'll probably be bonded out
                by morning.

                        EDDIE
                Higgins, do me and DelGreco
                a favor will ya?

Eddie gives Higgins a shit-eating grin.

                        HIGGINS
                What?

                        EDDIE
                Process the superstar at the
                Overtown precinct.  I know
                it's outta the way, but if I
                remember right, the clientele
                there are real football
                fans....

Officer Higgins laughs.

                        HIGGINS
                They'll change him from a running
                back into a wide receiver.

Eddie laughs at Higgin's joke. He grabs his shoulder and
shakes his hand.

                        HIGGINS
                        (cont)
                Now, I remember where I heard about
                you.  Weren't you an ass-kicker over
                on South Beach patrol?

Eddie walks Officer Higgins to the door.

                        EDDIE
                Ancient history, son.

INT. DOWNTOWN BAR - NIGHT

Eddie sits at the bar. It's a dark, smoky cop bar.  Some
uniformed officers sit in back booths drinking.  A Bourbon
and Coke sweats on the bar in front of Eddie.  He's talking
on his cell phone.

                        EDDIE
                Got him tonight, Beverly.
                You stay up there in Tampa
                with your mom for a little
                while longer. If he calls
                up there you're not there,
                okay? He'll go to court in
                thirty days....Yeah, just
                send it to the address on my
                card.  Thanks, goodnight.

Eddie slips the phone in his pocket and takes a sip of his
drink. A large, burly COP walks up to the bar across
from Eddie.

                        COP
                Hey Donovan...heard you had some
                fun out in Sun Harbor tonight.

Eddie takes another sip.

                        EDDIE
                You know me, anything for
                a buck.

                        COP
                You shoulda stayed on the job.

                        EDDIE
                Too many suits.  I hate the suits.

The cop gets a draft beer from the bartender and walks
over to Eddie.

                        COP
                So, how you doin' with that
                domestic violence racket?

                        EDDIE
                Payin' the bills. Beats gettin'
                shot at every day.

                        COP
                Reason I ask...my sister-in-law's
                got a problem...problem named Lewis.
                Asshole husband, ain't got a job
                and he takes it out on her.

                        EDDIE
                She ready to make the break for
                good?

The cop shrugs his shoulders.

                        COP
                Hell if I know.

Eddie reaches into his jacket and takes out a small
white business card.  He hands it to the cop.

                        EDDIE
                When she's had enough, have
                her gimme a call.

The cop takes the card.

                        COP
                Thanks, Donovan.

The street door of the bar opens and a beautiful BLONDE
woman stands there for a moment, letting her eyes adjust
to the darkness. She sees Eddie and walks over and sits
next to him.

                        BLONDE
                Buy me a drink?

Eddie signals the bartender.

                        EDDIE
                Thought you were done with me.

The bartender comes over and mixes up a screwdriver.
He slaps a napkin on the bar and places the drink on
top of it.

                        BLONDE
                Don't be mad, sugar...
                the holidays are over.
                I hate being alone during the
                holidays. It was fun....YOU
                certainly enjoyed yourself.

Eddie turns and looks at the woman.

                        EDDIE
                I...don't know...I just thought
                it was more...more than just
                fucking.

The woman takes a long sip of her drink.

                        BLONDE
                Sorry, sugar.

Eddie tosses a ten spot on the bar and leaves.

EXT. STRIP MALL - DAY

A silver BMW 520i pulls into the parking lot.
The driver, ABBY LUCAS, an attractive woman in her late 20s,
slides out of the car and walks up to a non-descript office.
On the frosted glass door is painted 'Donovan Special
Investigations'. A hand-lettered cardboard sign 'Open,
come in' hangs on the door handle.

INT. DONOVAN'S OFFICE - DAY

Eddie is busy on the phone, his back to the door.

                        EDDIE
                        (to phone)
                No Roxanne...that's just what he
                wants you to do. It's the Baby-I'm-
                Sorry-I-Won't-Do-It-Again line.
                Okay...uh-huh....remember last time?
                Well, he did it again, didn't he?

Eddie sees a moving shadow on the wall and turns in his
chair and sees Abby. The phone slips out of his hand and
hits the desktop and spins around.  Eddie loses his train
of thought and forgets about Roxanne on the phone.

                        ROXANNE
                        (.o.s.)
                       (filtered)
                Eddie?......Eddie, you there?

Roxanne's voice snaps Eddie out of it.  Eddie motions
for Abby to take a seat. He picks up the phone.

                        EDDIE
                       (to phone)
                Yesterday I followed him
                to a pawn shop down in Homestead.
                In two days he's gonna be the proud
                owner of a Beretta nine millimeter.
                Any lights starting to go off, Roxanne?
                Do what I say.  Go to the safe house
                tonight. I'll call you tomorrow.

Eddie hangs up the phone. He looks over at Abby who is just
sitting there watching him. She breaks the silence.

                        ABBY
                You seem busy.

Eddie looks down at the phone. Laughs.

                        EDDIE
                Just a client who'd rather
                end up in the emergency room
                than listen to me.

                        ABBY
                So, you think he's really going to
                try and kill her?

                        EDDIE
                More than likely, the same old story
                ...if he can't have her, nobody will.
                S'okay, I'll go by her place tonight
                and get her out. Just part of the job.

                        ABBY
                My name's Abby Lucas.

Eddie reaches across the desk and shakes her hand.

                        EDDIE
                Hi, Abby Lucas.  What can I
                do for you?

Abby looks down at her hands in her lap.

                        ABBY
                A friend said you might be
                able to help me. Actually, he
                was a policeman...

Eddie takes a closer look at the woman across the
desk.  She's wearing more makeup than she should,
especially around the eyes.

                        EDDIE
                What was the officer's name?

                        ABBY
                I'm sorry, I don't remember.
                He was investigating a disturbance
                at my home.

Eddie takes a yellow legal pad from a desk drawer
and makes some notes.

                        EDDIE
                What kind of disturbance?

                        ABBY
                My husband...came home late from
                the office...he'd been drinking...
                we got into a shouting match and
                then he started hitting me with
                his fists.  He must have knocked me
                out cause when I came to, he was
                gone. I called 911 and ended up
                in the emergency room. After
                they patched me up the police
                officer questioned me and then
                told me about you.

Eddie doodles on the legal pad as she speaks.

                        EDDIE
                When did this happen?

                        ABBY
                About a month ago.

                        EDDIE
                Why wait so long to come
                to me?

                        ABBY
                It was a hard decision to make.

                        EDDIE
                So, you're ready to make the break
                for good?

                        ABBY
                That wasn't the first time, Mr. Donovan.
                I'm afraid that if I don't do something,
                Jonathan will kill me. He's very obsessive.

                        EDDIE
                Jonathan's your husband?  Jonathan Lucas?

                        ABBY
                Yes.

CU on legal pad. Under a doodle of a woman with large
breasts, Eddie draws a large dollar sign.

                        EDDIE
                Lucas Industries in Boca Raton?

                        ABBY
                Yes, he spends a lot of time up there.

                        EDDIE
                I get...(looks at dollar sign on legal pad)
                ...five hundred a day plus expenses.

                        ABBY
                Fine.

                        EDDIE
                Another thing.  You gotta do what
                I say.

                        ABBY
                Anything.

Eddie pulls a contract out of the top desk drawer and
starts filling it out.

                        EDDIE
                Got a picture of your husband?

Abby opens her purse and rummages through it. She pulls
a small leather case out and slides a small color photograph
out.
                        ABBY
                This one's a couple of years old,
                but he looks the same.

Eddie takes the photograph and hands Abby the contract.

                        EDDIE
                This is a standard contract,
                giving me power of attorney
                in your regard.  I'll need
                a check for two-thousand
                dollars to start.

Eddie points to a place on the contract.

                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                Initial here....and sign
                here.

Abby signs the contract and slides it back to Eddie.
Eddie opens a desk drawer and removes a pager. He
looks at it for a moment and writes down a number
on the contract.

                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                When I need to get in touch
                with you I'll page you. Better
                than calling and he answers,
                right? Thing only vibrates,
                so you'll have to wear it, okay?

Abby nods her head.

                        EDDIE
                        (cont)
                Here's my number if you need
                me...go on home, I'll talk
                with you tomorrow.

                        ABBY
                Will you be able to help me,
                Mr. Donovan?

Eddie walks her to the door.

                        EDDIE
                Don't you worry, I've been doing
                this for years and I haven't lost
                one yet.

                        ABBY
                Thank you.

Abby gets in the BMW and heads out of the parking lot.
Eddie stands at the door and watches her leave. He makes
a note of her license plate on his palm.

Eddie walks over to the desk and picks up the check.

                        EDDIE
                Better get you cashed before
                the pretty lady changes her
                mind.


                        ...................TBC


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