Kick Cha Cop
TITLE CARD: ABC SUNDAY TELEVISION MOVIE
TITLE CARD: KICK CHA COP
TITLE CARD: THIS FILM HAS BEEN EDITED FOR TELEVISION. IT MAY CONTAIN VIOLENCE, HARSH LANGUAGE, NUDITY, SMOKING, DRUG USE, EXPLOSIONS, EXTREME KICKING, MORE VIOLENCE.
EXT. ALLEY – NIGHT
Dim streetlights flicker over a graffiti-covered alley. Three GANG MEMBERS, clad in leather jackets and sunglasses (even at night), loiter, watching people pass by. They smirk, scoping out their next targets.
GANG MEMBER 1
(sighs)
Tonight is BLEEP dead, man. We need to liven things up a bit, ya feel me? Real BLEEP trouble.
GANG MEMBER 2
Yeah, but we gotta hustle this coke first. Then we can get wild.
GANG MEMBER 1
(shoving him)
Then BLEEP hustle it, big man!
Gang Member 2 swaggers up to a couple walking by, attempting a cool, almost friendly approach.
GANG MEMBER 2
Hey… you two lookin’ for something to spice up the night?
The COUPLE tries to hurry past, but Gang Member 2 steps in their way, blocking them.
GANG MEMBER 2
Aw, come on! I got just what you’re looking for.
The COUPLE MAN turns, standing protectively in front of COUPLE WOMAN.
COUPLE MAN
Leave us alone. We don’t want any of your… coke.
GANG MEMBER 2
(sneering, grabbing his belt)
Oh, but for you, lady… I got BLEEP premium coke.
The Couple Man steps forward, fists clenched, fire in his eyes.
COUPLE MAN
Hey, hands off my wife!
Gang Member 2 flashes a switchblade, the blade glinting ominously under the dim streetlights.
GANG MEMBER 2
How ‘bout I make a little art on your face, huh?
The couple recoils, but before Gang Member 2 can move, a shadow looms at the alley entrance. The figure strikes a match, lighting a cigarette. It’s DUKE FURY, all silhouette and swagger.
DUKE FURY
(cool, calm)
Got a match?
The three gang members turn towards the shadowed man. Trying to adjust their eyes to see who it is.
GANG MEMBER 2
A match?
DUKE FURY
How about I match my foot to your face?
GANG MEMBER 3
That doesn’t even make sense, sucka!
DUKE FURY
It does, when I strike ya!
They circle each other in classic showdown style, shuffling, eyes locked. Then, in a flash, Duke sidesteps, grabs the gang member’s arm, and disarms him, tossing the knife aside. He delivers a swift kick to the gang member’s stomach, doubling him over, then follows up with an uppercut that knocks him to the ground.
DUKE FURY
Like a match!
Fury kicks gang member 1 in the stomach, then face.
DUKE FURY
That lights your face on fire.
Gang member 2 turns towards Fury and holds his knife at him in preparation to battle. Duke stands off with him and they shift back and forth.
GANG MEMBER 2
What kind of cop are ya? Where’s your gun?
DUKE FURY
I don’t use a gun.
Fury then jumps at him and kicks him in the head, knocking him out.
DUKE FURY
I use Kick Cha.
All three gang members lie on the ground motionless. The couple look at the men on the floor, then turn and smile at Fury. DETECTIVE ANNIE MORRIS (20-30s) runs into the scene. He’s winded.
MORRIS
(putting his hands on her knees trying to catch his breath) You could have waited for me, Fury.
DUKE FURY
Gang members don’t wait to commit crime, and they don’t wait for justice.
MORRIS
Just once you’re going to have to wait for me to help fight the bad guys. Just once.
The COUPLE WOMAN approaches Fury. She’s unable to hide her awe and attraction for him.
COUPLE WOMAN
That was amazing. Who are you?
DUKE FURY
I’m Detective Duke Fury. I’m just a cop ma’am.
COUPLE MAN
Well, thanks…
DUKE FURY
A cop who is tired of seeing my city overtaken by crime. A cop who is tired of going home every night and wiping the filth of this city off my boots.
COUPLE MAN
You really saved…
DUKE FURY
And by home, I mean an apartment deep in the city. A small, empty apartment only filled with empty liquor bottles and empty memories.
Everyone waits to see if he’s finished. Couple Woman looks as if she’s going to speak as Morris signals for her to be patient.
DUKE FURY
Those memories? They are memories of a wife and daughter. A happy life that was stripped away from me. A life stripped away from the very city I now am sworn to protect. Now I just work the streets to protect others from the pain I’m suffering. How, you ask?
COUPLE MAN
Okay, sure.
As Fury continues to speak, Morris mouths his speech showing she’s heard it many times before.
DUKE FURY
I do it with my love for justice. And my love for karate.
The couple waits to be sure he’s done with his speech.
COUPLE MAN
Okay, well thanks.
COUPLE WOMAN
Yes. Thanks
DUKE FURY
No problem, folks.
MORRIS
You two head home and get off the streets. This city isn’t safe after dark.
COUPLE MAN
Well, with Duke Fury, I think it’s a little safer.
The couple walks off. Morris walks up next to fury.
MORRIS
What do we do with these guys? (pointing to the gang members on the street.)
DUKE FURY
Let the city’s garbage collectors do their job.
Duke Fury and Detective Morris stride off into the mist, their silhouettes fading in the dim streetlight. A low hum of synth music kicks in as, slowly, a shadowy figure emerges at the end of the alley. Smoke swirls around his feet. His face catches the edge of a neon sign’s flickering light, revealing the chiseled, arrogant face of VINNY SANTINO JR. (20s-30s), sporting slicked-back hair and a sneer that oozes entitlement. Vinny pulls a toothpick from his mouth, flicks it to the ground, and mutters.
VINNY
(coldly, to himself)
Time to blow your BLEEP flame out. Because of whole match thing from earlier.
INT. SANTINO MANSION – OFFICE – NIGHT
A lavish office dripping in gold accents, dark leather, and mahogany. Behind an enormous desk sits SANTINO SANTINO (40s-60s), a man with slick hair and a perpetual scowl. He holds a massive phone to his ear, his fingers gripping it like he’s ready to crush it. His voice is low and venomous, his eyes flickering with rage. Behind him stands TONY, a hulking bodyguard with a dead stare, as stoic as a statue, looking straight ahead like he hasn’t heard a word.
SANTINO
(into the phone, menacingly)
Listen here, you BLEEP greaseball. That 40 tons of coke better make it here without so much as a BLEEP scratch. This city is starving for the good stuff, and if my shipment doesn’t show up, they’ll start sniffin’ around my BLEEP competition. And if that happens, I’ll make sure you’re sniffin’ six feet under. You got that? Good.
He slams down the phone, nearly snapping it off the receiver. Just then, the door creaks open, and VINNY SANTINO JR. rushes in with a panicked look on his face, a fine sheen of sweat glistening under the dim light. He approaches his father’s desk, visibly shaken.
VINNY
(urgent)
We got a BLEEP problem, Dad.
SANTINO
(not looking up)
Vinny, you’re supposed to be out there working the streets, keepin’ the BLEEP dealers in line. What are you doin’ back here?
VINNY
(nervously shifting)
There’s this cop… he’s takin’ out our BLEEP dealers, one by one. He’s—he’s unstoppable, Dad!
SANTINO
(finally looking up, brow furrowed)
What’s he doin’? BLEEP Shooting them?
VINNY
No… he’s, uh… using BLEEP karate.
SANTINO
(narrows his eyes, voice dropping to a growl)
BLEEP Karate?
Santino rises slowly from his chair, eyes piercing, a dangerous glint forming in them.
SANTINO
Is he… tall, chiseled, got that heroic look? You know, the kind of guy who looks like he walked out of a muscle magazine?
VINNY
(hesitates, confused)
I mean… yeah? Sure. Definitely fits that vibe.
SANTINO
(fuming, voice filled with bitterness)
BLEEP Detective Duke Fury. I thought I buried him in this city’s filth years ago. But it seems… he’s back. And right when I’ve got my biggest score on the line.
He clenches his fists, nostrils flaring, practically seething with anger.
VINNY
(excitedly, stepping forward)
You want me to take him out, Dad? I could—
SANTINO
(snaps)
No! You’re a BLEEP kid, Vinny. Go back to your turf, keep those dealers in line. Let the professionals handle this.
Santino leans forward, his fingers drumming ominously on the desk as he grins—a slow, menacing grin.
SANTINO
I’ve got a little… surprise in store for BLEEP Detective Duke Fury. One he won’t see comin’.
Vinny looks on, both nervous and in awe. Santino turns back to Tony, who’s still staring straight ahead.
SANTINO
Tony, go warm up the boys. We’re going to give BLEEP Duke Fury a fight he’ll never forget.
The camera zooms in on Santino’s face, his sinister grin filling the screen as his cold, calculating eyes glint with malice. A haunting guitar riff echoes in the background as Santino chuckles softly.
SANTINO
(to himself, a cruel smile)
Welcome back to my city, BLEEP Duke Fury. This time… you won’t be leaving it.
INT. BELLA’S FLOWERS – NIGHT
The shop is filled with a soft glow from the dim streetlights outside, casting shadows across rows of roses, lilies, and daisies. BELLA MAPLES, a young woman with big, expressive eyes and a wistful smile, hums a tune as she dusts the petals of each flower, her voice lilting like a Disney princess in her own secret garden. She’s dressed simply, in a floral apron over faded jeans, lost in her small world of blooms and dreams.
Suddenly, a loud BANG rattles the front door, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. Bella freezes, her eyes darting to the source of the noise. Outside, two rough-looking men—SCABS, a grizzled man with scars across his knuckles, and CUTSY, with a toothpick permanently lodged between his teeth—peer through the glass, smirking. Bella’s hands tighten around her duster, her cheerful song cut short.
After a moment’s hesitation, she unlocks the door, and the men push their way in, prowling around the store as though they own it.
CUTSY
(smiling with a greasy grin) Did ya miss us, Bella?
BELLA
(sighing, trying to hold her ground)
Why won’t you two just leave me alone?
CUTSY
Because then you’d really miss us.
SCAB, looming close, leans in with a low growl.
SCAB
How much do you have for us this week?
BELLA
It was a slow week… I don’t—
SCAB
I don’t care about your week. I care about what’s in your register right now.
Cutsy grins, leaning lazily on a shelf of daffodils.
CUTSY
Didn’t you ever learn about supply and demand, Bella?
BELLA
(sighs)
Yes, Cutsy, I did.
CUTSY
Then you know what that means—supply us, ‘cause we demand it.
Scab rolls his eyes, smacking Cutsy upside the head.
SCAB
You dimwit! That’s not how supply and demand works
Cutsy looks dazed, scratching his head in genuine confusion.
CUTSY
Yeah, uh, so… how does it work, exactly?
Scab sighs deeply, like he’s explaining to a child.
SCAB
(gesturing grandly)
It’s simple. When there’s a lot of something, but not enough people who want it, the price goes down. You know—like, when the boss puts his “merchandise” on clearance ‘cause the market’s flooded.
CUTSY
(squinting, nodding) Like… clearance sales?
SCAB
(smirking)
Yeah, exactly. But if there’s only a little bit of something and everybody wants it, then the price goes up, ‘cause people are willing to pay more for it.
CUTSY
(excited, having an epiphany) Oh! Like, when that fancy new TV hits the store and everyone’s fighting to get one! They pay way over the sticker price.
SCAB
(growing impatient)
Bingo. Now, do you get how that relates to us?
Cutsy furrows his brows, really trying to connect the dots.
CUTSY
Uh… we’re the TV?
Scab smacks his own forehead and pushes Cutsy aside.
SCAB
(sighs)
No, genius. (to Bella) We just need the money you owe us this week for your protection.
Bella’s face tightens, her eyes full of quiet defiance.
BELLA
You realize you’re the only ones I need “protection” from, right?
SCAB
(mocking offense)
Oh, now, that hurts, Bella. We’re not the ones you need to worry about. It’s Mr. Santino who doesn’t take kindly to empty hands. No payment means… let’s just say he’ll find other ways for you to “contribute.”
BELLA
(panicked, her voice cracking)
But I don’t have any money this week. You have to believe me! I can’t sell any flowers when you two keep lurking outside, scaring off my customers!
CUTSY
(baffled) Scaring? Us? We’re just protectin’ ya!
BELLA
You’re ruining me!
Scab takes a step back, crossing his arms with a sneer.
SCAB
(slowly, with mock sympathy)
Aw, we get it, Bella. We’re reasonable guys. But it’s not our problem. If you don’t pay up… Mr. Santino’ll just have to pay you a little “visit.”
Scab picks a flower from a nearby vase, twirling it between his fingers and inhaling the scent with exaggerated enjoyment.
SCAB
Mmm, be a real shame if somethin’ happened to your supplier…
CUTSY
(nods with a sinister grin)
Or your… demander!
Scab rolls his eyes, swatting Cutsy as they exit. Bella stands frozen as they disappear down the street, her tough exterior crumbling. She sinks to the floor, clutching the flower Scab had dropped, her silent tears mingling with its petals.
INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT – NIGHT
A typical 80’s police department, straight out of a cheesy cop flick. The place is cluttered with papers, typewriters clicking, a few stressed-out officers yelling into rotary phones. Smoky haze from cigarettes hangs in the air, adding a gritty vibe. A fan spins lazily on the ceiling, barely pushing the thick atmosphere around. The lights flicker occasionally, adding to the grunge.
Enter DETECTIVES DUKE FURY and MORRIS. They stride in with confidence, sunglasses on indoors, leather jackets completing their tough-cop look. Across the room, OFFICERS MCSUGAR and LAMBURGER, slouched in their chairs with donuts in hand, snicker at the sight of the two detectives.
MCSUGAR
(sneering)
Well, look who made the captain’s list… again.
Fury doesn’t respond, keeping his steely gaze forward, ignoring them. McSugar and Lamburger get up, waddling over to block their path.
LAMBURGER
(smirking)
You two numbskulls keep screwing up so bad, you’re making us look like the department’s finest!
MORRIS
(grinning)
If sitting around, stuffing your faces, and getting fatter makes you the “finest,” then you boys are nailing it.
Lamburger, red-faced, winds up to throw a punch at Morris. But before he can swing, Fury effortlessly catches his fist mid-air, barely glancing at him.
DUKE FURY
(real calm)
Does having crime lord Santino in your back pocket make you look good?
Lamburger glares, realizing he’s in over his head, and slowly pulls his hand back, defeated.
MCSUGAR
(smirking, adjusting his belt)
The Captain wants to see you two the second you got in. And trust me—he’s BLEEP pissed.
DUKE FURY
(smiling sarcastically)
My job isn’t to make captains happy. It’s to make this city safe. Maybe you two should look into that.
Fury and Morris brush past them, heading toward the Captain’s office.
INT. CAPTAIN’S OFFICE – NIGHT
CAPTAIN FRYER (40-60s) sits behind a desk stacked with paperwork, his brow furrowed in frustration. The Captain, a grizzled man with a face carved out of anger, looks up as Fury and Morris enter. He slams his pen down, his expression shifting from exhaustion to fury.
DUKE FURY
Captain, you wanted to see us?
CAPTAIN FRYER
(barely containing his rage)
Do you two wanna explain why Sanitation’s crawling up my BLEEP about the gang members they’re scraping off the BLEEP streets?! I got garbage men picking up limbs like it’s Monday’s trash!
MORRIS
(scoffing)
C’mon, Captain. What do you want us to do? Let ‘em keep peddling drugs? We’re just doing our job—keeping these streets safe.
CAPTAIN FRYER
(barking)
By turning the streets into a BLEEP butcher shop?! Listen, this is the last time I’m telling you—straighten up. I got the Mayor breathing down my neck because of you two. No more antics. Start walking straight, or you’re BLEEP walking in curves. Curves that take you off the street.
DUKE FURY
(mockingly)
That’s because the Mayor’s old pals with Santino—the city’s top coke dealer. Maybe you should be looking into him.
CAPTAIN FRYER
(sighs, exasperated)
Not this BLEEP Santino story again. The man’s a pillar of the community. Supports the police department, friends with the city council… I’ve told you—leave him and his BLEEP business alone!
MORRIS
But Captain, you know that—
CAPTAIN FRYER
(cutting him off)
Enough! Go do something that involves detective work. Just leave Santino out of it. He’s BLEEP hands-off.
DUKE FURY
(cocky)
Didn’t say anything about feet…
CAPTAIN FRYER
(leaning forward, voice low)
You so much as BLEEP karate chop that guy, and I’ll boot you both back to the BLEEP academy faster than you can say “You want fries with that?” Now get out of my BLEEP sight! (points to his name plate on his desk) What does that say?
Fury looks at the sign on his desk that reads CAPTAIN FRYER. He looks as if he trying to read it but having much difficulty.
DUKE FURY
CA… CAP…
FRYER
It says I’m in charge. So you both listen to me. Now get out of my office!
Fury and Morris turn and walk out. Fury continues to try and read the name plate until he’s all the way out the door, the silent promise of trouble hanging in the air.
INT. BELLA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Bella’s apartment is a neon dream of pinks and purples, like a teenage girl’s fantasy that never grew up. Fluffy pillows in every shade of pastel crowd the couch, heart-shaped knickknacks litter the shelves, and shimmering pink curtains frame the windows. The moon shines throw pink lining giving it a pink glow. Stuffed animals are lined up on the windowsill, their glassy eyes reflecting the flickering light.
Bella enters, kicking off her shoes and flipping the light switch—nothing happens. Her face drops in annoyance, but then she freezes. A clinking sound echoes from the kitchen.
She swallows, her hand instinctively clutching her purse, and tiptoes toward the kitchen, her heart pounding.
BELLA
(trembling)
Who… who’s in here?
She creeps forward, her eyes darting around the corners, her breath shaky.
BELLA
(calling out)
Hello?
A SHAPE suddenly darts out of the shadows, leaping at her! Bella lets out a high-pitched scream, the creature lets out a hiss. They’re both frozen in terror…until Bella realizes it’s just a fluffy tabby cat with an attitude problem.
BELLA
(relieved, laughing)
Mr. Whiskers! You nearly gave me a heart attack, you little furball.
She scoops up the cat, cradling him in her arms as he purrs contentedly. Bella walks back into the living room and lights a candle, casting a soft, warm glow over the room. She picks up a pile of mail from the small table by the door, sifting through it.
She stops, staring at a bright red stamp on an envelope reading SHUT OFF NOTICE. She sighs, her shoulders slumping as she sinks onto the couch, holding Mr. Whiskers close.
BELLA
(whispering to the cat)
Well, Mr. Whiskers, at this rate, I don’t know if we’re ever going to keep the lights on. Those guys keep taking every penny we’ve got.
She pets the cat, her face filled with worry and sadness.
BELLA
(dramatically)
I just wish someone would step up and save us, Whiskers…someone tough, someone brave. But I guess heroes are only in the movies.
She leans back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, feeling utterly defeated. Mr. Whiskers nuzzles her, his soft purrs the only comfort in the pink glow of her tiny oasis.
BELLA
(tearfully, laughing through it)
But don’t worry, my little guy. We might end up broke and homeless, but I’ll never be catless.
Bella’s eyes well up, a tear slipping down her cheek as she holds Mr. Whiskers tighter, sinking deeper into the couch. She wipes her eyes, taking a deep breath, as if gathering her courage for whatever comes next.
EXT. CITY STREET – DAY
The street buzzes with life, gritty and worn-down. Graffiti-covered walls, broken fire hydrants, and flickering neon signs give it that seedy, lived-in look. TONY, a lanky thug with a perpetual sneer, stands at the corner with a ragtag group of henchmen who look like they’re auditioning for the next big street gang movie. Tony holds up a grainy, black-and-white photo of DUKE FURY—a shirtless, muscle-bound action hero mid-flex, glistening in some mysterious light source, looking like he’s never met a shirt he couldn’t intimidate.
The thugs nod in awe, taking the photo as a challenge. They disperse, casting dramatic looks over their shoulders as if planning an epic showdown.
Tony stands on the corner, squinting at his surroundings with a shady grin as if he’s the puppet master in some grand scheme. Just then, the low, rumbling growl of a V8 engine cuts through the air.
A cherry-red muscle car—sleek, roaring, and as over-the-top as Fury himself—rolls into view. It parks across the street from Tony, who quickly ducks behind a lamppost. FURY steps out of the car, his aviator sunglasses catching the sunlight as he strides towards a small, run-down convenience store, his swagger screaming “action hero.”
Tony’s eyes gleam with anticipation. He gets the attention of the thugs and points at the direction of Fury.
Moments later, Fury exits the store, a stick of beef jerky hanging from his mouth like a cigar. He heads toward his car, reaching for the handle. But then his gaze shifts.
A few feet away, an OLD HOMELESS MAN sits on the curb, shaking a worn cup with a few pennies inside. Fury hesitates, his tough-guy demeanor softening just a bit.
DUKE FURY
(murmuring to himself)
Not on my watch, pal.
He digs into his wallet and walks over, placing a crisp bill in the man’s cup. The homeless man grins, thanking him with a nod.
Just as Fury turns back three thugs are standing next to him. They are holding guns.
THUG 1
You Duke Fury?
Fury looks them over and laughs. He knows the thugs don’t stand a chance again him.
DUKE FURY
Are you the guys who ordered an extra helping of my boots in your face?
The three thugs look at each other in confusion. Then they rush into attack. Fury makes one solid kick at Thug 1’s head. Blood splatters. The scene is filled with poor MADE FOR TV cuts to edit out the gore. The scene ends with the three thugs on the ground, most likely dead. Fury looks in the direction of Tony. Tony is looking scared. He pulls out his gun and fires at Fury. Each bullet his gracefully dodges. When Tony runs out of bullets he runs away. Fury watches him flees and smiles.
HOMELESS MAN
Why didn’t you shot back at him? What kinda cop doesn’t have a gun?
Fury looks up towards the sky in preparation for a flashback.
INT. FLASHBACK AT CHILDHOOD HOME – DAY
Duke Fury’s FATHER sits on the couch watching Television. The house is dated, and bland. Beer cans surround the chair. The door opens as Young Fury enters. He’s dressed to look younger and has a giant afro. He’s smiling and walking with an extra hop in his stride.
DUKE FURY
Hey Dad! Now that I turned 18 today I got a job on the police force! They gave me a badge and this gun!
Young Fury clumsily holds up the gun, only dropping it to the ground. The gun foes off and shoots his father, killing him instantly. Fury looks on in horror.
DUKE FURY
I killed my father! I’ll never pick up another again as long as I’m a police officer!
EXT. FLASHBACK IN ALLEY – DAY
Young Fury is in the fetal position as several thugs are kicking him over and over.
DUKE FURY
It’s so hard being a cop and stopping crying when you don’t have a guy. If there was only another way.
A boot slams down the ground next to Fury. It’s worn and rugged. The camera pans up to reveal TABERNUS (30-60s) looking like a tough character.
TABERNUS
I bet I can make the shoe.
Tabernus begins to kick each thug member one by one. As each drops, Young Fury looks on in awe. When the last one falls, Young Fury stands and approaches Tabernus.
DUKE FURY
Who are you?
TABERNUS
My name is Tabernus.
DUKE FURY
That was amazing, can you teach me that?
TABERNUS
I don’t know kid. It’s a big step. Think you could handle it?
DUKE FURY
I want to sock it to ‘em.
TABERNUS
What?
DUKE FURY
Sorry, I thought we were doing foot references still.
EXT. FLASHBACK IN PARK – DAY
Tabernus and Young Fury are in a park. Tabernus is having Fury kick a tree over and over. Fury is concentrating but also looks somewhat frustrated.
DUKE FURY
I’m tired of kicking trees. When do I get to kick a bad guy.
TABERNUS
Listen Kid. Kick Cha isn’t just about kicking bad guys. It’s protecting all that is good. Each time you sweep a leg, or break a jaw, you need to think about how that shattered jaw did some good in the world. A broke tooth, might save a 10 year old girl’s life. Someone swallowing their tongue? You just let a father drive home to his family. Bust an Adam’s apple through the back of someone’s neck, cutting through their spinal cord and making it so they never walking again? A puppy sleeps with his family tonight. Each kick is a solemn promise you make to keep this city safe.
DUKE FURY
How will I know I’m good enough.
TABERNUS
You won’t know until you get that monkey off your back.
Fury tries to process what he just heard, then continues to kick to trees.
INT. FLASHBACK IN BEDROOM – NIGHT
Tabernus lying is a bed, dying. Fury is by his side. Fury looks saddened and scared as it’s clear Tabernus is about to die.
DUKE FURY
You can’t die, Tabernus. I don’t know how I can do this with out you.
TABERNUS
You’ll do fine kid. I always knew I’d have to check out one day. I just thought I’d have a more time.
DUKE FURY
What will I do now?
Tabernus reaches under his blanket and pulls out his boots.
TABERNUS
I don’t know. But you’ll do it with these.
He hands Young Fury the boots.
DUKE FURY
Your boots?
TABERNUS
Yeah. Now go do some good out there. One kick at a time.
Tabernus gives a light tap to Young Fury’s chins, mocking a punch. Then leans back and dies. Fury looks lost for a moment, then looks up.
DUKE FURY
NOOOO!!!!!!!!!
EXT. STREETS – DAY
Returning to the streets where Fury began his flashback. He’s still looking up at the sky. He ends his flashback. Looks at the street, then back at the homeless man.
DUKE FURY
And that’s why I only use my feet to fight bad guys.
HOMELESS MAN
Huh?
Fury walks off as the homeless man is trying to figure out what Fury was staring at.
INT. BELLA’S FLOWER SHOP – DAY
BELLA is in her cozy, over-the-top flower shop, surrounded by blooming bouquets and pastel decor. The walls are a loud mix of floral wallpaper and framed pictures of flowers, each labeled with little name tags like they’re her children. She hums a tune, watering plants and spinning dreamily like a scene straight out of a princess fantasy.
Suddenly, the faint sound of the back door creaking open breaks her trance. She whips around, her eyes wide as SCAB steps in, giving her a menacing grin.
BELLA
(surprised and indignant)
What are you doing here, Scab? You’re like mold in my shop—never wanted and always ruining things!
SCAB
(raising an eyebrow)
Oh, you know me, Bella. I’m here to collect… in my own special way.
Bella turns her back to him defiantly, crossing her arms.
BELLA
(scoffs)
I told you, I don’t have any money. Not now, not ever.
SCAB
(smiling sinisterly)
Then I guess I’ll just have to leave a… reminder.
Scab steps backward toward the door, smirking as he lifts a radio to his mouth.
SCAB
(into his radio, smugly)
The flower shop… has officially wilted.
EXT. CITY STREET – DAY
CUTSY, Scab’s equally sketchy but slightly clueless partner-in-crime, stands on a nearby corner with a comically oversized BAZOOKA. The kind only a true henchman would use in broad daylight. He grins wildly, aims the bazooka right at Bella’s flower shop, and pulls the trigger.
A missile fires out in slow motion, whooshing through the air.
INT. BELLA’S FLOWER SHOP – DAY
Bella sees the missile barreling toward her. Her eyes go wide with terror as she bolts for the back door, sprinting out just in time.
EXT. FRONT OF FLOWER SHOP – DAY
An earth-shaking BOOM as the flower shop erupts into a massive explosion. Glass shatters, petals fly through the air like confetti, and Bella’s beloved flower shop goes up in flames, a plume of smoke curling skyward.
EXT. ALLEY – DAY
Bella rolls into the alleyway, coughing and covered in a fine layer of soot. She sits up, stunned, as SCAB saunters over and stands next to her, looking down with a satisfied grin.
SCAB
(smugly)
Wow. Looks like pollen season came early.
Bella glares at him, rage burning in her eyes.
BELLA
(through gritted teeth)
You… you just blew up my flower shop!
Suddenly, CUTSY walks over, chuckling, clearly proud of himself.
CUTSY
(grinning)
Looks like pollen season came—
SCAB
(irritated, cutting him off)
I just said that one, BLEEP.
CUTSY
(embarrassed)
Oh… darn.
SCAB
Mr. Santino sends his regrets about your, uh, unfortunate finances. But he also congratulates you on your newfound freedom… to explore other ventures.
Bella stares at the burnt remains of her flower shop, eyes filling with tears.
BELLA
(whispering, defeated)
What am I supposed to do now?
SCAB
(with a mocking grin)
Whatever it is, sweetheart, we’ll be rooting for you.
CUTSY
(rooting enthusiastically)
Yeah, rooting! Like… like the roots of a flower!
SCAB
(sighing, facepalming)
Cutsy, don’t explain my jokes.
Scab and Cutsy each pick up a charred, wilted flower from the rubble. They exchange a glance, giving the flower a whiff as if it’s the finest rose they’ve ever smelled, and then toss it aside.
They strut off, laughing to themselves, leaving Bella kneeling in the alleyway, surrounded by scattered petals. Her face crumples as she lets the tears fall, the smoke from the smoldering shop rising behind her.
INT. MANSION OFFICE – DAY
SANTINO stands by a massive floor-to-ceiling window in his luxurious, overly opulent office. The room is decorated with garish gold accents, heavy velvet curtains, and oversized oil paintings of himself in various power poses. Outside, on the manicured lawn, a CHAUFFEUR in a dark suit is pummeling a bewildered Mormon missionary, who’s clutching his Bible for dear life. Santino watches, grinning from ear to ear, clearly amused by the spectacle.
TONY steps cautiously into the office, wringing his hands. He looks hesitant, his face tense, knowing the news he brings won’t be welcome. Santino doesn’t turn to acknowledge him, still watching the scene outside.
SANTINO
(smiling, without turning)
Tell me you’ve got good news about Fury.
TONY
(clears his throat)
Well, we found him.
SANTINO
(still not looking back, smirk fading)
And, you didn’t kill him.
TONY
(trying to keep his voice steady)
Well, no. I mean, we tried but he just ended up killing all my guys. I tried to shoot him but it’s like he knew where all the bullets were before I shot them.
Santino spins around, his face twisted in fury, storming towards Tony with barely contained rage.
SANTINO
(bellowing)
Of course, he bleep knew! He’s a cop—a super cop! The same bleep-ing super cop who nearly took down our whole bleep operation five years ago. And unless we stop him, he’ll try to bleep do it again!
Tony swallows hard, averting his eyes.
TONY
(barely audible)
Sorry, Boss…
Santino rolls his eyes, turning his back on Tony in disgust, pacing back toward the window.
SANTINO
(sarcastic)
Sorry. Right. Everyone’s sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for trusting you with this. Don’t you get it, Tony? If Fury even catches a whiff of this shipment, we’re finished! Dead! You, me—this whole operation, gone up in smoke!
Tony slumps, defeated, as Santino slams a fist down on his massive mahogany desk. The sound echoes in the lavish room.
Santino lets out a deep sigh, forcing himself to calm down as he rubs his temples.
SANTINO
(smirking darkly)
It’s fine. Clearly, the problem here is my judgment… for surrounding myself with morons. When there’s a big job to handle, you bring in someone who’s big enough to handle it.
Tony, sheepish, nods, knowing better than to respond. Santino picks up his vintage gold rotary phone, his expression steely as he dials a number. His finger spins the final digit with ominous purpose.
SANTINO
(into the phone, with a devilish grin)
Get me… The Ape.
Santino hangs up the phone slowly, savoring the thought, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Outside, the chauffeur continues his one-sided brawl with the missionary, as Santino smirks, his empire still under control—for now.
EXT. FRONT OF FLOWER SHOP – DAY
Flashing lights illuminate the remnants of Bella’s flower shop, which now looks more like the aftermath of a low-budget action flick than a peaceful flower store. FIRE TRUCKS and a couple of cop cars line the street, while COPS and FIREFIGHTERS mill around, scratching their heads and clearly in no rush to do anything. Bella stands out front, staring in disbelief at the smoldering ruins of her shop, hands on her hips, looking both horrified and ready to scream. McSugar and Lamburger as standing next to her pretending to write down notes.
MCSUGAR
So, it’s a flower shop?
BELLA
Yes, I said that already.
MCSUGAR
And it had flowers in it?
BELLA
That’s what a flower shop has.
LAMBURGER
No bombs?
BELLA
Bombs? Why would I have bombs in my shop?
LAMBURGER
I don’t know, what do I look like? A flower doctor? I don’t know what crazy stuff you had going on in there.
COP 1, chewing gum and looking entirely too relaxed, walks up to Bella and shrugs.
COP 1
(real casual)
Looks like a gas leak.
BELLA
(laughs in disbelief)
A gas leak? A guy literally shot a rocket into my shop!
COP 1
(squinting)
I dunno… sure looks like a gas leak to me.
The cop turns to the rest of the cops and firefighters, waving them off like he’s dismissing kids from recess.
MCSUGAR
(to the others)
Alright, pack it up! We’re outta here. Go home, everyone!
BELLA
(outraged)
Are you kidding me? The back half of a rocket is literally sticking out of the center of my shop!
The Lamburger glances over his shoulder, catching sight of the metal wreckage in the rubble, and squints as if he’s examining fine art.
LAMBURGER
(whimsically)
Eh… could be a vase. Anyway, you’ll need to clean all this up by the afternoon or you’ll be getting a citation.
He gives her a quick nod and walks off, whistling. Bella stands there, jaw on the floor, staring after him.
BELLA
(shouting)
Is every cop in this city crooked?!
VOICE
Not every one.
Bella whirls around to see DUKE FURY, looking every inch with an unshakable look of pure intensity. She’s momentarily stunned, taking in his rugged looks and, despite herself, feels a slight blush.
BELLA
(regaining her composure)
Are you… a cop?
DUKE FURY
(smiling)
I’m the cop. Detective Duke Fury.
Just then, DETECTIVE MORRIS, with an overly enthusiastic grin, jogs up.
MORRIS
(grinning)
And I’m Detective Morris.
DUKE FURY
(flatly)
He’s the other the cop.
Bella gives them both a confused look, then rolls her eyes.
BELLA
They’re trying to tell me this was a gas leak. Two thugs just blasted a missile into my flower shop!
DUKE FURY
(unfazed)
Why’d they do that?
BELLA
(sighs)
Protection money. I couldn’t pay them, so they did… this.
MORRIS
(nodding knowingly)
Sounds like Santino.
BELLA
Who’s that?
DUKE FURY
(grim)
Crime boss. Santino Santino. He’s behind all the drugs, violence, and crime in this city. Extortion’s one of his hobbies. Guess you ended up on his list.
BELLA
(defeated)
Well, I’m off it now. I’ve got nothing left.
DUKE FURY
(shaking his head)
Nah, sweetheart. Once you’re on his list, you’re always on it. This is far from over.
BELLA
(sighing)
Now what am I supposed to do?
DUKE FURY
(stepping closer)
Do you have somewhere safe to stay?
Bella points across the street to a shabby apartment building with faded paint and cracked windows. Just as she does, a massive explosion erupts from the building. The force of it sends Bella, Fury, and Morris ducking for cover. Debris rains down, and the smoke clears to reveal her now destroyed apartment.
Amid the falling debris, a scorched collar with a tiny “Mr. Whiskers” tag clinks to the ground at Bella’s feet. She stares at it, realizing the worst.
BELLA
(distraught)
Mr. Whiskers! Oh, no!
COP 1
(off-screen, shouting)
Gas leak!
Bella clenches her fists, seething.
BELLA
(sighs)
Great. Now I have no place to stay.
DUKE FURY
(serious, but trying to look comforting)
Don’t worry. You can stay with me.
MORRIS
(butting in, chipper)
Or with me! I have a beautiful place uptown. I’ve got a cozy guest room. With an amazing bed. It’s like sinking into a cloud – perfectly balanced, memory foam that supports every curve. And my wife just got these amazing silk sheets, high-thread count, breathable… it’s like heaven.
DUKE FURY
(deadpan)
My place has no furniture. Maybe some towels on the floor. Might not even have heat.
MORRIS
(bragging)
And breakfast at our place? I’m also a chef. Trained at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. I turn breakfast into art – croissants, fresh-squeezed orange juice, eggs cooked to perfection…
DUKE FURY
(cutting him off)
I eat cold garbage out of my alley.
Bella looks back and forth between them, clearly weighing her options, then smirks.
BELLA
(slyly)
I think I’ll stay with Detective Fury.
Morris stares, dumbfounded, as Fury grins smugly and nods for Bella to follow him. They walk off together, while Morris stands there, speechless, as if he just lost a competition he didn’t even know he was in. He watches them go, then mutters to himself.
MORRIS
(confused)
Silk sheets…
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET – NIGHT
A lone streetlight flickers, casting broken shadows across a quiet suburban street. Cars sit parked along the curb, silent and lifeless, under a pale blue moon that hangs low in the night sky. The scene feels still, too still.
A car pulls up and idles.
The engine dies, and a figure emerges. It’s MORRIS, weary, her shoulders slumped. She glances down the empty street, her face bathed in the cool glow from the streetlight. Her eyes are tired, her steps slow as she heads toward her apartment entrance.
The faint click of her heels on the pavement echoes in the silence.
She sighs, defeated, glancing back once more as if to shake off a lingering thought. But something catches her eye—a figure cloaked in shadow, unmoving at the far end of the street.
THE APE (O.S.)
Tough day?
The voice is low, gravelly, a ripple across the otherwise still night.
MORRIS
(stopping, squinting into the darkness)
Yeah… it was.
Morris gives a polite, dismissive smile, hoping this is a passerby or someone who might just move along.
But he doesn’t. The figure stands like a stone.
THE APE
Work get ya? Beat ya down?
Morris hesitates, something in his tone both familiar and unsettling.
MORRIS
(pausing, wary)
Yeah… it does.
The figure shifts slightly, his form just barely breaking from shadow. Morris inches closer, her curiosity piqued but her caution mounting.
THE APE
Feeling ignored?
His words hit like a dart. Morris halts, her eyes narrowing. She can’t quite make out his face, but the voice—deep and rasping—pulls her closer, almost against her will.
MORRIS
(voice tense, moving closer)
Who… who are you?
A long pause. The Ape’s face is still hidden, but his broad, hulking outline becomes clearer. He’s enormous, almost unnatural, looming there in the shadows.
THE APE
You know who I am, Morris. The one who knows what it’s like to be invisible. Just like you.
Her pulse quickens, hand instinctively hovering near her gun.
THE APE
Fury… he ignores you. Ignores everything you bring to the team. To him. Just… passes you by.
MORRIS
(a faint, nervous chuckle)
You don’t know a thing about him. Or me.
The Ape doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch. His gaze, piercing even in the dark, seems to cut right through her.
THE APE
He doesn’t know how close he is to happiness. Every day, you’re just steps away… but he won’t let himself see you.
Her fingers tighten around her gun. She’s close enough now to see his silhouette—towering, built like a tank, with scars across his face like road maps of old battles.
MORRIS
(murmuring to herself, voice trembling)
What do you know about love?
THE APE
Enough to know when it’s lost.
Morris steps closer, her voice low and challenging.
MORRIS
We’re partners. We… we can’t be together.
THE APE
No, Morris… he can’t be with you. Because he doesn’t feel what you feel. You’re just the partner, the backup, the one he calls when he’s in too deep.
Morris grits her teeth, the weight of his words heavy on her chest.
THE APE
But tonight… he may have found what he was missing. A way out. A new start.
His words hit harder than she expects. Her grip tightens around her gun, and she raises it, the barrel gleaming under the streetlight.
MORRIS
(voice low, trembling)
I tried to love him. Tried to reach him. But he’s broken—ever since he lost his family.
A dark chuckle escapes The Ape as he steps forward, his massive frame now fully emerging from the shadows. His face is a brutal mask of scars and muscle, a man shaped by violence and survival.
THE APE
And yet, tonight, he’s gone beyond his duty. Gone somewhere he shouldn’t.
Her heart pounds as she steps back, struggling to keep her weapon steady.
MORRIS
He’s just… he’s just doing his job.
The Ape stops inches from her, his face barely lit. His eyes hold a dangerous glint, unyielding and relentless.
THE APE
You and he have different definitions of the job, there. But I can help.
The Ape’s smirk widens into something almost feral, and he casually reaches into his coat, pulling out a massive machine gun, the barrel glinting under the streetlight. He raises it, aiming squarely at Morris, his finger hovering over the trigger.
THE APE
I want you to give Fury a message… from Mr. Santino.
Without another word, The Ape unleashes a barrage of bullets. The quiet night is shattered by the thunderous roar as dozens of rounds rip into Morris. Her body jerks violently with each impact, blood spurting in a gruesome display of red under the streetlights. She stumbles, dropping to her knees, eyes wide with shock.
The Ape doesn’t stop. He keeps firing, round after round, his face lighting up with sick glee. The bullets tear into Morris’s chest, each one punctuating her fall, until he finally collapses onto the driveway in a pool of crimson.
Finally, the gunfire ceases, and an eerie silence settles over the street once more. The Ape lowers the smoking gun, looking down at Morris’s motionless form with a satisfied grin.
THE APE
(under his breath, chuckling)
Message delivered.
He turns on his heel, strolling away casually, whistling a tune as if he’s just finished a day’s work.
ANGLE ON: Morris’s body, lying still in the street. The light above flickers, casting a haunting glow over the scene.
INT. FURY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The dim light flickers as Fury opens the door and gestures for Bella to step inside. She hesitates as her gaze takes in the dingy bachelor pad: dark, cramped, with peeling wallpaper and stains that look suspiciously permanent. A single, sagging chair serves as the only real furniture, and the stale air smells like a mix of sweat and microwave dinners. A cockroach scurries across the floor, dodging Fury’s boot with practiced agility.
Bella wrinkles her nose, visibly unimpressed by the apartment, though she tries to keep her admiration for Fury intact. Fury, oblivious, shrugs off his jacket and tosses it onto a grimy floor pile of clothes.
DUKE FURY
(gruff, but attempting charm)
Can I get you some water?
BELLA
(skeptical)
That… would be great.
She steps toward the kitchen but halts as Fury raises a hand.
DUKE FURY
The sink doesn’t work. And, I don’t have any glasses.
Bella glances toward the bathroom, her expression moving from curious to appalled.
BELLA
(sarcastic)
Well, I’ll just… drink something tomorrow. (looks around) So, this is your place. It’s… quaint.
Fury’s expression darkens, his usual bravado giving way to raw tension.
DUKE FURY
(grimly)
Santino’s not gonna stop until we’re both dead, Bella.
BELLA
What are you going to do about it?
DUKE FURY
The Captain’s got me benched, told me to leave it alone. But I know – I know Santino’s the one who killed…
Fury trails off, his voice cracking. Bella notices his hesitation and steps closer, her face softening as she reaches for him.
BELLA
(supportive)
It’s okay, Duke. I’m here for you, just like you were there for me.(Taking a more seductive stance and tone and reveals her shoulder). But maybe you tell me after…
Fury looks away, torn, before he steels himself and leans back against the wall, staring down as he begins.
DUKE FURY
(somber)
Five years ago, I’d just made detective. Before that, I was just a beat cop – made a name for myself takin’ down the scum in this city. My first big case? Santino Santino. Small-time thug, pushin’ drugs in the Mission District. Other detectives ignored him, but I went after him. Brought him in. But he had connections. Got out like it was nothing. No one told me he’d get away with it.
Fury’s voice hardens, his hands clenching into fists as he recalls the memory. Bella pulls her shoulder stap up again, and then lowers and pushes her shoulder closer to Fury’s face.
BELLA
Maybe I can do something to help…
DUKE FURY
One night, while I was out on duty, he went to my home. Found my wife and daughter… He killed them, Bella. I came home to… to find them gone. And instead of going after him, my Captain told me to back off. Put me on suspension. Now Santino runs this city, and my wife and daughter… they’re still dead. But if Santino’s making waves again, I’m about to bring my karate surfboard and do a hang 10.
Bella’s eyes glisten with sympathy, but there’s a twinkle of mischief.
BELLA
I’m sorry about your family, Duke. That must have been… so hard.
DUKE FURY
(sighs, weary)
Have you ever lost a wife and daughter?
BELLA
(smirking)
Not that I know of.
DUKE FURY
(grimly)
Then you’ll never know how it changes you. Makes you hard. Numb. Fills you with revenge.
Bella moves closer, a hint of flirtation in her gaze.
BELLA
Well… are there other things that make you… hard?
She lets her shoulder slip from her dress, biting her lip. Fury looks at her, conflicted.
DUKE FURY
(slightly flustered)
Bella… I’m here to protect you, not… you know…
BELLA
(slyly)
Maybe you can protect me… while… you know?
Fury hesitates, then grins, grabbing her firmly. He pulls her in for a passionate, almost comically intense kiss.
CUT TO:
COMMERCIAL BREAK
INT. FURY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Fury and Bella lie on the floor under a crumpled, dingy sheet. Their bare shoulders peek out, the only clue that anything romantic just happened.
BELLA
(breathless)
You were amazing.
DUKE FURY
(smugly)
Yeah.
Fury stands, reaching for his pants, tossing Bella a casual wink.
DUKE FURY
(half-joking)
I’m hitting the bathroom. Need any water?
Suddenly, the tranquility shatters as bullets rip through the window, glass exploding everywhere. Fury dives to the floor, shielding Bella as the barrage of gunfire tears into the walls. Tires screech outside, signaling the retreat of their would-be assassins.
DUKE FURY
(breathing heavily)
You okay?
BELLA
(shaken)
I think so… Was that Santino?
DUKE FURY
(steely)
That’s Santino, alright. Guess he knows I’m coming for him.
Fury scrambles to his feet, glancing out the shattered window with a deadly glare.
DUKE FURY
If he knows where I am… then Morris…!
He puts on his pants, his face grim with urgency. Bella, clutching the sheet, scrambles after him as he bolts out the door.
EXT. MORRIS HOUSE – NIGHT
Fury’s car screeches to a halt in front of Morris’ apartment. The once-quiet street is now a scene of tragedy, Morris sprawled on the sidewalk, riddled with bullet holes. Fury rushes to her side, cradling his partner as Morris struggles to focus, blood pouring from his mouth.
DUKE FURY
Morris! Stay with me! (turning to Bella) Call an ambulance!
Bella dashes off, and Morris, barely able to speak, looks up at Fury, a weak smile forming.
MORRIS
(grinning)
Hey, partner. How do I look?
DUKE FURY
(choked up)
Good, man. Real good.
Morris coughs, splattering Fury with an unreal amount of blood, a comically exaggerated amount.
MORRIS
(gasping)
Looks like they know we’re onto them, huh?
DUKE FURY
(firmly)
Yeah, but what they don’t know… they don’t know how good we are. How we’re gonna take ‘em down.
MORRIS
(laughing weakly)
Yeah… Except this time, I think you’re flying solo, Duke.
Morris coughs again, another ridiculous spray of blood erupting from one of her wounds. Fury grips her tightly, fighting back tears.
DUKE FURY
(desperate)
Stay with me, Morris. I can’t do this alone. What can I do?
MORRIS
(wheezing)
You can kiss me. It’s my last wish. Kiss me.
DUKE FURY
What?
Fury looks at the unreal amount of blood covering her face.
MORRIS
It’s all I’ve ever wanted. And now that I’m dying. It’s my last wish.
Fury looks her over in disgusts and desperation. He looks at her forehead and gives her a small kiss.
MORRIS
My lips, Fury. Kiss my lips.
Morris coughs up more blood.
MORRIS
Ugh, I think I taste my own bile.
Fury backs off as Morris pushes out her lips for a final kiss. Fury slowly moves in. He’s tightening his lips to make the kiss as small as possible. Morris closes her eyes and prepares for the kiss. Fury kisses two of his fingers and then presses them on Morris’ lips, making a kiss sound. Morris leans her head back showing a bit of satisfaction in her final, painful moments.
DUKE FURY
If you’re gone. What am I supposed to do?
MORRIS
You never needed me, Fury. You never needed anyone. You just need you, and Kick Cha.
Morris, his voice fading, musters one last breath.
MORRIS
Kick ‘em, Duke. Kick ‘em long… kick ‘em hard… Don’t stop kicking… till you take ‘em all down.
Morris convulses one last time, an absurd amount of blood spilling as her body goes limp. Fury, holding his friend’s lifeless body, looks up to the sky, the camera pulling back dramatically as he screams into the night.
DUKE FURY
(bellowing to the heavens)
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
INT. MANSION OFFICE – NIGHT
Santino Santino lounges behind his desk, a smirk curling at his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Behind him stands Tony,his expression unreadable but alert, like a loyal guard dog awaiting orders. Across the desk, Vinny slouches in the chair, fidgeting with a nervous energy as he casts wary glances toward his father.
SANTINO
(amused, almost gleeful)
By now, BLEEP Fury and his BLEEP partner should be pushing up daisies.
VINNY
(smirking, puffing up)
I’m tellin’ ya, Dad. You should’ve let me—
SANTINO
(cutting him off, sneering)
Your mother should’ve let me BLEEP you on the BLEEP bathroom wall.
Vinny’s face crumples in wounded surprise, the smirk gone in an instant. He shifts uncomfortably, turning his back to Santino like a scolded child.
VINNY
(stung)
Dad…
Santino leans forward, dismissing his son’s sulking with a wave of his hand.
SANTINO
Time to get to the docks. Our little BLEEP snowstorm’s waitin’ to be picked up.
(to Tony)
Tony, get the truck.
Without a word, Tony nods and strides out, his footsteps echoing ominously as he exits. Santino settles back in his chair, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the desk. Vinny still looks shaken, staring at the floor as if contemplating the stinging barb from his father.
SANTINO
(chuckling to himself)
You stay here. Lock the door when we leave. I’ll leave you $20 to order a pizza.
Santino puts a twenty dollar bill on the desk. Vinny grabs it and runs out of the office.
INT. CAPTAIN’S OFFICE – DAY
Captain Fryer sits behind his cluttered desk, his face twisted in frustration, a pencil clamped between his teeth like a cigar. The blinds cast dramatic stripes across his face, adding to the film noir atmosphere of the cramped office. Fury strides in, flanked by Bella, who glances nervously at the captain’s withering glare. They stop in front of the desk, and Fryer’s eyes narrow as he stands, pointing an accusing finger at Fury.
CAPTAIN FRYER
(seething)
Fury, you got your partner killed! And now you’re dragging a civilian into your mess. What in the holy BLEEP were you thinking?
DUKE FURY
(firmly)
It’s Santino, Captain. He—
CAPTAIN FRYER
(cutting him off, throwing his hands up)
Not this Santino BLEEP again! I’ve told you to get off his back, Fury. Now I’ve got the mayor breathing down my neck, and you leave me no choice. Fury, I’ve gotta get on your back! I want your badge…and your shoes!
DUKE FURY
(incredulous)
But Captain—
CAPTAIN FRYER
(leaning in, nostrils flaring)
No buts, Fury! Cops follow rules. You stop following the rules, you stop being a cop! As of right now, you’re officially on suspension. So hand ‘em over.
With a hardened stare, Fury reaches into his jacket, slowly pulling out his badge. He tosses it onto Fryer’s desk with a satisfying thud. Then, never breaking eye contact, he bends down, unlacing each shoe with deliberate defiance. He yanks off his left shoe and throws it onto the desk, then repeats with the right, slamming them down like they’re grenades.
CAPTAIN FRYER
(sighing, exhausted)
Now get outta here. And if I even catch you lookin’ Santino’s way, I’ll lock you up faster a hot dog at a baseball game!
Fury turns, his eyes locked on Fryer’s, and backs out of the office, never breaking his intense glare. Bella hurries after him, casting one last glance at the captain.
As the door swings shut, Fryer slumps back into his chair, rubbing his temples. With a sigh, he picks up Fury’s badge and shoes, stuffing them into his desk drawer as if they’re evidence of a crime. He leans back, staring at the ceiling, muttering to himself.
CAPTAIN FRYER
(sighing deeply)
That boy gonna be the end of me…
EXT. STREETS – DAY
Fury and Bella are walking to Fury’s car. She looks confused and helpless. Fury looks determined.
BELLA
What are you going to do? He took your badge and your weapons.
Fury opens his trunk to reveal a metal case. He opens it. A pair of boots are it. He takes them out and looks around.
He lifts the boots with reverence, inspecting them like a prized weapon, then slowly, he puts them on, one heavy boot at a time, each lace pulled tight with grim purpose.
DUKE FURY
I don’t need a badge. I just need some heads to kick. And kick hard.
Camera POV from trunk as Fury closes the trunk.
EXT. CAR – DAY
Fury and Bella are cruising down the street, the city streaming past them in a hazy mix of neon signs and graffiti-covered buildings. Bella suddenly spots SCAB and CUTSY loitering on a street corner, harassing a young couple. Her eyes go wide, and she practically jumps out of her seat, tapping Fury excitedly on the shoulder.
BELLA
Those are the guys! The ones who blew up my flower shop!
Fury’s face hardens. Without a word, he jerks the wheel and skids to a stop by the curb. He jumps out, leaving the car door wide open, and bolts toward the two thugs. Scab and Cutsy, startled, catch sight of him and immediately scatter down a nearby alley.
EXT. ALLEY – DAY
Fury barrels after them, his footsteps echoing against the walls. Scab and Cutsy frantically kick over trash cans and boxes in a weak attempt to slow him down, but Fury, undeterred, leaps over the obstacles with ease, gaining on them with every stride.
As the chase intensifies, Cutsy stumbles and crashes to the ground. Fury pounces, grabbing Scab by his grimy shirt with both hands and yanking him upright. Scab looks back, hesitating, but then decides to cut his losses and sprints off. Fury hauls Scab up to eye level, his face mere inches away.
DUKE FURY
(snarling)
Who told you to blow up her flower shop?!
CUTSY
(stammering)
W-what flower shop, man?
Fury lifts a steel-toed boot, poised to strike.
DUKE FURY
I’ll ask again. Who told you to blow up her flower shop?!
CUTSY
(panicked)
Okay, okay! It was our boss—Mr. Santino! It wasn’t personal, just… business!
Bella catches up, out of breath but determined, rushing to Fury’s side.
DUKE FURY
Why her shop? Why her?
CUTSY
I—I don’t know! Please!
Fury raises his boot higher, his glare deadly. Cutsy flinches, spilling more details.
CUTSY
Alright! Santino wants the shop! Needs it, actually. He wants to use it as a front… for poppies.
DUKE FURY
Poppies? You mean… opium?
CUTSY
Yeah, yeah. Santino’s looking to take over the opium market in the city—he wants all the markets he can control.
DUKE FURY
The Wang family runs that racket. He’d be starting a war!
CUTSY
(smirking)
Not if the Wangs were… gone.
A massive explosion suddenly echoes from several blocks away, sending a shockwave through the air. Fury, Bella, and Cutsy all turn to see a towering mushroom cloud rising into the sky.
COP 1 (O.S.)
Gas leak!
CUTSY
Looks like the opium market just opened up for new applicants!
Fury lets go of Cutsy, who collapses to the ground. Fury turns to Bella, his face a mix of realization and resolve.
DUKE FURY
They didn’t want you, Bella—they wanted your shop.
BELLA
(softly)
Someone tried to buy it a while ago. I refused. I didn’t know it was them…
Fury glares back at Cutsy, who’s wiping sweat from his brow.
DUKE FURY
Where are they now?
CUTSY
The docks. There’s a coke shipment coming in tonight—a big one. So big, it’ll flood the city. They’ll be handing out coke to dogs, babies—everyone.
BELLA
We have to stop them, Duke!
Cutsy, seeing an opportunity, sneers at Fury.
CUTSY
Where’s your badge, huh? You even still a cop? Face it—you’re just a citizen, like me! I know my rights! You can’t do this to me!
Fury leans in, voice low and dangerous.
DUKE FURY
Then get to know my right… foot.
With one swift motion, he kicks Cutsy squarely in the head, knocking him out cold. Fury dusts off his hands, looking back at Bella.
BELLA
What now?
DUKE FURY
First, I’m taking you back to my apartment for some… protection. After that, I’m hitting the docks and putting an end to this—Santino’s reign stops tonight.
Fury glances off into the distance, a determined gleam in his eye. Bella follows his gaze, squinting as if she can see the storm he’s about to unleash.
EXT. CITY STREET – NIGHT
Fury’s car rumbles down the rain-slicked streets, neon signs casting streaks of electric blue and pink across the hood and windshield. Fury’s face is set in stone, his jaw clenched with grim determination. The city lights blur past as the pounding beat of an 80’s rock anthem surges over the scene.
As the music hits full volume, a montage of Fury’s memories cuts through:
His family, laughing, then abruptly screaming—faces frozen in fear.
Morris, his old partner, in his final moments.
Bella, devastated, standing amidst the ruins of her flower shop as flames dance behind her.
The montage plays out almost too long, filling the air with tension as Fury stares ahead, hands gripping the wheel tighter with every beat of the song. Fury’s knuckles are white as he finally pulls up to the dock and slams the car into park. He glances at the dashboard clock, checking the song’s last few seconds. With a huff, he resigns himself to waiting until it hits the final chord.
Finally, the music fades. Fury’s hand clenches the door handle, and he steps out of the car, the night air thick with anticipation.
EXT. DOCKS – NIGHT
Fury straightens, taking a moment to reach down and tug each boot snugly into place, one at a time, his gaze never leaving the shadows of the dock ahead. His movements are slow, deliberate, each second building the tension as the silence of the docks settles around him.
Then, with one last tug on his bootstraps, he strides forward, boots echoing ominously against the concrete as he heads toward the enemy territory.
EXT. DOCKS – NIGHT
Tony stands guard in front of a looming warehouse, his automatic rifle scanning the darkness, every nerve on edge. Neon lights flicker in the distance, casting long shadows over stacks of shipping containers and creating an atmosphere thick with danger.
From behind one of the containers, Fury emerges, moving with lethal silence, his eyes locked on Tony. The only sound is the faint hum of the city in the distance. Fury inches closer, every step calculated, every muscle coiled and ready.
Just as Fury is close enough to strike, Tony hears a faint shuffle and whips around, raising his rifle—
But Fury’s leg snaps out like lightning, slamming into the rifle and sending it clattering to the ground. Tony stumbles back, momentarily stunned, but quickly adopts a fighting stance, matching Fury’s. They square off, shadows dancing over their faces in the dim dock lights.
A furious exchange of kicks ensues, each strike resonating with the sharp, thunderous echo of leather boots against bone. Fury’s feet blur as he moves, every kick delivered with precision, while Tony, equally skilled, manages to block and dodge, matching him kick for kick.
Tony spins, his leg arcing toward Fury’s head, but Fury ducks and counters with a brutal sidekick to Tony’s ribs, sending him staggering. Fury follows up with a rapid sequence of high kicks, forcing Tony back with every strike. The tension builds as their moves escalate, their shadows colliding on the wall behind them.
Just as Tony gains the upper hand and swings for Fury’s face, Fury leaps into the air, twisting in a triple spin before unleashing a devastating roundhouse kick directly to Tony’s head. The impact is brutal; Tony’s head snaps back with such force that it separates and rolls across the pavement, coming to a rest at the edge of the dock.
Fury straightens, looking down at the severed head.
DUKE FURY
(with a smirk)
“I told you…heads were gonna roll.”
Without missing a beat, Fury turns and takes off into the shadows, his boots pounding against the dock as he heads toward the heart of Santino’s operation.
EXT. DOCKS – NIGHT
The darkened docks echo with the slap of waves against the pilings. Faint light casts shadows on the water, flickering ominously over DUKE FURY as he runs up to the end of the dock, face set in steely determination. SANTINO stands near a hulking SHIP CAPTAIN, who’s holding an enormous suitcase, mid-handoff. They freeze as they spot Fury.
DUKE FURY
(“Stop right there!”)
Freeze, Santino. Your coke dynasty ends today!
SANTINO
Well, well, Fury. Shouldn’t you be home, knitting or something? A little bird told me you’re not a cop anymore. You’re trespassing, pal. Go home!
DUKE FURY
I don’t need a badge to take out the trash.
SANTINO
No, that would be a sanitation worker. And for that, you need to have a high school diploma or GED. Have a valid Commercial Driver’s License Class A or B with the required endorsements and restriction. Pass a physical test. Meet medical guidelines. But I don’t think that’s what’s stopping you. I think it’s something else.
DUKE FURY
Oh yeah, what’s that?
SANTINO
The Ape!
He nods, and from behind a stack of containers, THE APE emerges—a colossal figure with fists like sledgehammers, cracking his knuckles with a grin.
Fury takes a step by as he’s thrown off by the size of The Ape.
SANTINO
See, I didn’t think you’d just sit back and let me buy all my coke. So I brought some insurance. Fury, meet The Ape.
DUKE FURY
Afraid to fight me alone?
SANTINO
I can’t wear every hat, Fury. Learning to trust others as a business owner allows you to focus on big-picture goals and strategy, rather than getting bogged down in day-to-day tasks. By delegating effectively, you empower your team to take ownership of their roles, which builds a more motivated and capable workforce. Ultimately, trusting others helps the business grow faster and more sustainably, as it leverages the strengths of everyone involved. It’s something I’ve learned since the last time you and I met. Plus, I’m a bit busy buying all the coke. (to The Ape) Get him Ape.
Santino waves a hand toward The Ape. The Ape snarls, pounding his fists together as he advances on Fury, each footstep like thunder.
DUKE FURY
Bring it on.
Fury takes a deep breath, steadying himself, then charges at The Ape, launching into the fight with a powerful kick aimed at his opponent’s jaw. But The Ape barely flinches, catching Fury’s foot mid-air and tossing him back a few feet.
Fury rolls to his feet, unfazed. He stands, bracing himself in a ready stance, focused. He charges again, feet flying in a blur of kicks—left, right, roundhouse—each one landing on The Ape’s chest, arms, and legs. The Ape grins, barely hurt, as he absorbs the blows like a human tank.
THE APE
That all you got, Fury?
DUKE FURY
I’m just getting warmed up.
The Ape lunges, catching Fury around the waist in a bear hug, lifting him off the ground, squeezing the air from Fury’s lungs. Fury struggles, gritting his teeth, as he feels his ribs creak under the pressure. Fury manages to spin around until his back is to The Ape.
THE APE
(“leans in, whispering”) I haven’t had this much fun since I killed your wife and daughter.
Fury’s eyes blaze with fury. He tries to squeeze out, but he can’t. He suddenly hears the ghostly voice of Tabernus in his head.
TABERNUS (V.O.)
You’ll know you’re ready when you get the monkey off your back.
DUKE FURY
But apes, they aren’t considered money. Right?
TABERNUS
But all apes, Hominoidea, are a subset of monkeys, Simiiformes… so, the correct way to word it would be: every ape is a monkey, but not every monkey is an ape.
DUKE FURY
So?
TABERNUS
Kick this ape’s ass.
Fury’s face is filled with a confident smile. He twists his body, bending his leg at an impossible angle, then kicks The Ape directly in the face, freeing himself from the hold. The kick lands hard, and The Ape stumbles back, his grip loosening. Fury drops to the ground, crouches, then spins and delivers a lightning-fast series of kicks to The Ape’s ribs, chest, and face.
DUKE FURY
That’s for Morris.
He kicks him again.
DUKE FURY
This for my wife.
With a final spinning kick, Fury smashes The Ape in the jaw, knocking him down to one knee.
DUKE FURY
That’s for my daughter.
Fury lines up one final kick and swings his boot directly into The Ape’s head with a brutal force. The Ape’s eyes go wide as he’s thrown backward, his body crumpling. Fury steps back, breathing hard, as The Ape lies still on the dock.
Santino watches, expression tense, but he sneers.
SANTINO
You can’t kill him. You’re a cop. Remember?
DUKE FURY
I’m not, remember?
Just then, Scab rushes out of from behind a shipping container holding Bella. He has a gun at her head. Bella looks scared and defenseless.
SCAB
Stay back, Fury, or your little friend here gets it.
Fury freezes, eyes flicking to Bella. Santino, smirking, thinks he has the upper hand.
DUKE FURY
Let her go, Santino.
SANTINO
No matter what you think, Fury, I’m always ready. Always one step ahead.
Santino lifts his gun, aiming it directly at Fury, finger on the trigger. But before he can fire, a gunshot rings out, sending Santino’s weapon spinning from his hand. Another shot disarms Scab, his gun clattering to the ground.
Everyone turns. At the end of the dock, CAPTAIN FRYER stands, holding his smoking gun.
DUKE FURY
Then let me be the one to step on your head.
Fury charges, and as Santino tries to flee, Fury leaps—a full 20 feet in the air—and kicks Santino square in the chest, sending him flying off the dock and into the dark, churning water below.
Meanwhile, Bella breaks free from Scab’s grasp. She clenches her fist and delivers a solid punch to his jaw, knocking him out cold. She runs to Fury, throwing her arms around him as he stands, victorious.
Captain Fryer runs towards them too. When he reaches Fury he hugs him in the same manner Bella did.
DUKE FURY
It looks like someone no longer has any one else’s hands playing around in their pockets.
FRYER
Huh?
BELLA
You did it, Fury. You stopped the coke from coming in the city. You’ve made it safe again.
DUKE FURY
It’s safe, for now. Until the next crime lord comes into our city. (to Fryer) Thanks for saving my butt.
FRYER
Thank you. It felt good to be a cop again. Maybe you should know that feeling too.
Captain Fryer hands Fury’s shoes and badge back to him.
FRYER
Now, when you kick someone’s head off, it’s legal again.
BELLA
Do you think Santino will come back? Is he really dead?
DUKE FURY
Don’t worry, he’s dead.
BELLA
How do you know?
Fury reaches down and takes off his boot. He holds it up to reveal a bloody heart attached to it.
DUKE FURY
Because I have his blood and heart all over my boots.
All three look at the boots and start to laugh in an 80’s cop show type ending. Then walk off camera
INT. MANSION OFFICE – NIGHT
Vinny sits at his father’s desk eating a pizza. He’s watching the news which announces his father Santinont Santino is dead. He looks on in anger while eating the pizza.
VINNY
I’ll get you Detective Duke Fury! I’ll avenge my father and continue his legacy. I’ll make this a bigger coke operation than he could have ever imagined. And when I do, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you so hard, you’ll double die. If fact, I think that just might be the sequels name. You just wait and see.
TITLE CARD: Kick Cha Cop 2 – Double Die
The End
Credits.
