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The Mark of Kane

By Alan Stevens, David Tulley
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(TRAVIS SUDDENLY GRABS THE BARMAN BY THE BALLS)

BARMAN: (SHRILL) No! Wait! Wait! (THE BARMAN IS RELEASED) All right, last I heard, he was on the planet Disentastra... in the 6th Sector.... That's all I know, now please....

TRAVIS: When was that?

BARMAN: About two weeks ago.

TRAVIS: What name's he using?

BARMAN: Kline.

TRAVIS: (DUBIOUSLY) Still?

BARMAN: Still! It's still Kline, occasionally Masterson, but still Kline.

(PAUSE)

TRAVIS: Is there a back way out of here?

BARMAN: Yeah. Through that door, down the hall. It leads out into an alley.

TRAVIS: Good.

(AWKWARD SILENCE)

BARMAN: One thing - (WITH EMPHASIS) just before you leave. If you knew who he was, why didn't you turn him in? I mean, two years back you were still in the service.

TRAVIS: Yes, but before he went on the run, so was he.

BARMAN: I don't understand.

TRAVIS: No. I didn't think you would. Now, I'm sorry about this Stenner, but I'm going to have to kill you.

BARMAN: Kill me? You can't do that!

TRAVIS: Oh, yes I can.

BARMAN: Why?

TRAVIS: Because I can't trust you.

BARMAN: You know me - I won't say anything.

TRAVIS: That's what you told Docholli.

BARMAN: How are you going to do it? You can't shoot me Travis, everyone will hear.

TRAVIS: It's a problem, isn't it?

(SOUND OF BOTTLE BEING PICKED UP AND BROKEN ON TABLE TOP)

BARMAN: (TERRIFIED) No.

TRAVIS: (WITH A SMILE) Yes.

(CUT TO TRAVIS EMERGING INTO BACK ALLEY. A DOG CAN BE HEARD BARKING IN THE DISTANCE. SOUND OF DOOR BEING CLOSED. THEN THE SOUND OF A SCUFFLE)

KANE: Don't move! Don't even breathe, or I'll splatter your brains all over that wall. I knew you'd come out this way.

ROYCE: (RUNNING UP) I think you're right Kane. It' must be him.

KANE: We know who you are mate.

TRAVIS: Really? Who am I?

ROYCE: You're money. That's what you are.

KANE: Shut up Royce! We don't want everyone to hear, this is our find. You're Trevor, aren't you?

TRAVIS: (HEAVY SARCASM) Trevor?

KANE: (DEFENSIVELY) Yeah, Trevor the ex-Fedman. The one who got done for killing all those people on that planet. Royce, search him for some ID.

(ROYCE SEARCHES TRAVIS)

ROYCE: What's this?

(SOUNDS OF NOTES BEING COUNTED)

ROYCE: No ID, but he's got a fair few credits.

KANE: Every little helps. We're turning you in Trev.

ROYCE: Shit! Where'd you get a ring with a bloody great stone like that from?

TRAVIS: My Grandmother.

ROYCE: Is that right? Well take it off. It's mine now.

TRAVIS: You take it off.

ROYCE: Right, I will.

(ROYCE PULLS AT THE STONE, THERE IS A BUZZ FOLLOWED BY THE SOUND OF A WEAPON DISCHARGE AND A SCREAM)

KANE: Royce!

(SOUNDS OF EXCESSIVE VIOLENCE ENDING WITH KANE SUBDUED)

KANE: Stop it! Stop! I've had enough.

TRAVIS: Right. Who sent you?

KANE: Sent us?

TRAVIS: Don't play the fool. Was it Servalan?

KANE: Servalan? No, it was my.... It was his idea, Royce's. He recognised you in the bar from the Visplays. It wasn't a put up job.... Honest.

TRAVIS: No. Huh! If you were Servalan's people, you'd have been better informed, and your dead friend here would have known about the weapon built into this hand. You're just street scum, aren't you? Who fancied their chances at bounty hunting.

KANE: Yeah, we're scum.... It wasn't personal, or nothing.

(TRAVIS HURLS KANE INTO SOME BINS)

KANE: What are you going to do?

TRAVIS: What do you think I'm going to do?


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