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Organized Chaos
by Brandon S. Todd (brandonstodd@abbey.bac.edu)

Rated: R   Genre: Organized Crime   User Review:
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All MICKEY MONTANA wants is Freedom. He'll have to go through Hell to get it.


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ORGANIZED CHAOS

FADE IN:

INT. RESTAURANT - DAY
                                                            
                                         YEAR: 2012
                                                            
LOS ANGELES: A Red Lobster-like RESTAURANT. The RESTAURANT
is filled with many people. In the very back of the
RESTAURANT are THREE MEN; one is white (MICHAEL CARTER), one
is black (DRE FERRARA), one is bi-racial (MICKEY MONTANA).
The THREE MEN are each in their early 30's.

The THREE MEN are wearing casual clothing. They are dressed
in an unassuming fashion...

They are trying not to draw attention to themselves...

Each of them is drinking a STELLA ARTOIS. They are talking
over their finished dinner...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I'm going to Amsterdam. That's my
ultimate dream...I wanna smoke
that Amsterdam bud until the sun
goes down, and then comes back up.
No stress, no worries, just pure
relaxation.
                                                            
                       DRE
      (in agreement)
That sounds like a plan.
                                                            
                       CARTER
      (shaking his head
       in disagreement)
Nah. The Caribbean is where it's
at, man. Fine women, nice beaches,
you name it. You haven't lived
until you've lived by that
Caribbean water.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (laughing
       uncontrollably)
Listen to CARTER over here,
sounding like a fucking salesman.
Man, take that shit on the arches.
                                                            
                       CARTER
It's the truth, and you know it.
                                                            

2.

                       DRE
      (responding to
       CARTER)
All I know is, that pussy you've
been eating has gone to your brain
and now it's coming out of your
mouth. Fuck the Caribbean, man;
there's too much going on in
places like that. It's too easy to
get spotted. Like Mickey, I like
the quiet, reserved spots where
you can just chill, ponder and
most of all, blend in.
                                                            
                       CARTER
Fuck it. When we're retired I'll
go to the Caribbean, and you guys
can fuck off somewhere else.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
All right, like I said, I'm going
to Amsterdam; no ifs, ands, or
buts about it. Besides, when we're
done you won't need us, and we
damn sure won't need you. And,
when you go to the Caribbean
you'll get pinched faster than a
zit.
                                                            
                       CARTER
      (being facetious)
Uh-huh. I'm still going to the
Caribbean. And, you guys should go
with me. You boys couldn't tie
your shoes without me around. I'm
the real leader of this team...I'm
MJ, you guys are Pippen and
Rodman.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (condescending)
That'll be the day. You are more
useless than tits on a boar-hog,
CARTER.
                                                            
                       CARTER
Yeah, whatever. Anyways, you guys
watch the game last night?
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY shakes his head in disgust.
                                                            

3.

                       DRE
Yeah, I checked it out. I didn't
see it all, but I caught the
highlights this morning. The Heat
took it. Lebron has finally
cemented himself as an NBA legend.
                                                            
MICKEY becomes wide-eyed and obviously angered. He is a
beautiful monster...

MICKEY has hair like that of a lion's mane. His hair is
shiny and black. He has no facial hair.

He has khaki skin, yet his pigmentation has a distinct
paleness to it. He is bi-racial. He is a hybrid of the black
and white races...

His eyes are as dark as dark-matter.

He is a Man filled with passion, pride, and prejudice.

MICKEY MONTANA is a lost soul, with a lost purpose; he's a
rebel without a cause. He is filled with contempt and
conviction...

MICKEY is a Man of Greed, Lust, Envy, Wrath, Pride,
Gluttony, and Sloth. He is a Man of Sin...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (with great apathy
       and aversion)
Fuck the NBA, man. It's all
rigged, that's the real sport.
And, the blacks have taken over
the whole damn league anyway.
Whatever happened to fundamentals?
Whatever happened to Pistol Pete,
Bill Lambier, Bill Walton, John
Stockton, and even Larry Bird? You
can't turn on an NBA game without
seeing a bunch of 7 ft black guys,
that can't even read, who can't
shoot, pass, or play, running
around in baggy ass uniforms
looking like race-horses chasing
after an apple.
                                                            
                       CARTER
There are still plenty of whites
in the league, MICKEY.
                                                            
DRE and CARTER are just sipping their beers.


4.

MICKEY quickly chugs the rest of his STELLA ARTOIS and sits
the empty bottle to the side.

He has two more fresh beers sitting to the side of his
dinner-plate, as do DRE and CARTER.

MICKEY pops the top of another beer, but he waits to take a
drink.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (with a fire in
       his eyes)
Yeah, CARTER, true. But, most of
the whites playing in the league
today, that are good, are mostly
all European...
      (wholeheartedly)
...My primary point is, that
blacks are taking over everything,
and they're ruining this
God-forsaken nation...
                                                            
                       DRE
      (defensively)
Hey, MICKEY, chill the fuck out,
man, this isn't the 60's; you
can't just be slinging the word
"blacks" around. Have some fucking
decency.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Decency? Fuck you, and fuck
decency...
                                                            
                       DRE
      (pissed by
       MICKEY'S remarks)
Plus, you're half black, man, what
the hell is your deal?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Yeah, I'm half black, so what? I
still hate black people, with the
exception of you, DRE.
                                                            
                       DRE
      (questioning)
But, why?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I've got my list of reasons. Let's
just leave it at that, all right.
                                                            

5.

                       CARTER
      (confused)
I always here you talking about
black people, yet you're the one
who chose to wear the
OBAMA-MASK...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Hey, I'm a man of irony. What more
can I say?
                                                            
                       DRE
      (challenging
       MICKEY)
You're a racist and a psychopath,
that's what you are, brother.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY looks at his two accomplices with a passionate look;
passionate, yet honest and truly uncompromising.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (very serious and
       with power)
The world needs people like me;
like us. We organize true CHAOS...
      (smiles gleefully)
...Who's gonna stop us???
                                                            
                       CARTER
      (in agreement)
He's right, DRE. Without people
like MICKEY, and like us, the
world would be too organized.
Without people like us The World
would be too civil. If everyone
obeys every law, and complies to
every authority around them, then,
eventually, people speak less,
express less, and are oppressed
more...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY slaps his hand on the table.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (raises voice)
Our criminality makes civility
possible. We are needed in this
society, so people can say there's
the bad guy, right there!
                                                            

6.

                       CARTER
But, who's to say we're the
criminals?
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY is a Byronic-bastard. He chugs all of the beer in a
few seconds and retorts.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (with great
       conviction)
What is wrong is wrong. We steal,
and that's wrong; that's criminal.
But, who we steal from justifies
our actions. We will be portrayed
as villains, right now, in the
moment, but, in reality, we are
the heroes. For the time being
I'll take being the villain, but
when the whole goddamn system
collapses...who will they look up
to then?
                                                            
MICKEY grabs another STELLA ARTOIS and pops the top.
                                                            
                       DRE
Hey, I don't disagree one bit.
Somebody has to be the villains.
Why not us?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Exactly...
                                                            
The THREE MEN raise their beers in a toast.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (raising his beer)
To the next job.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
                                         CHAPTER TITLE
APPEARANCE:
                                                            
I. GRAPE SODA, CIGARETTES AND BEER
                                                            
                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
 

7.

EXT. HOUSE - MORNING
                                                            
Two MEN pull up to a HOUSE in a 2012 YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO.

The MEN exit the 2012 YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO.

The MEN are GERALD NIXON and VITO TEDESCO. GERALD is black.
He exits the driver-side of the VEHICLE. VITO is white. He
exits the passenger-side of the VEHICLE. Both are in their
mid-40's, and both are wearing suits; a black blazer, black
slacks, and white button-up shirts.

The men's outfits match with the exception of their ties;
GERALD is wearing a solid-red tie, and VITO is wearing a
royal-blue tie...
                                                            
They walk up to the front-door of the HOUSE. They knock and
a WOMAN comes to the door, but she doesn't open it
immediately...
                                                            
                       JACKIE
      (nervously)
Who is it?
                                                            
                       VITO
We are Federal Agents, ma'am. Open
the door.
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Yes, one minute, please...
                                                            
The MEN patiently wait for the door to open.
                                                            
The WOMAN finally opens the door about 20 seconds later. She
is as nervous as a alleycat in bathwater. The two MEN pull
badges from the interior-pockets of their jackets and they
flash the badges quick as lightning.
                                                            
                       VITO
JACKIE JAMES, my name is
special-agent TEDESCO. This is my
partner...
      (points thumb at
       GERALD)
...special-agent NIXON. We have a
couple of questions to ask you
regarding your son. May we come
in?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Yes, sir, p-p-please, come on in.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            

8.

The MEN walk into the HOUSE.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
GERALD and VITO examine the interior of the HOUSE as they
enter.
                                                            
                       GERALD
This is a nice little setup you
got here...I like the interior
design. Did you do it yourself?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Yes, I did it myself. What do you
want with my son???
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (stomps the floor
       hard as hell)
Is this ceramic tile?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Y-y-yeah, it is, sir.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Damn, it's quite nice. I like it a
lot, ma'am.
                                                            
                       JACKIE
      (with sass)
Are you here to question me about
my son, or check out the interior
design of my home?
                                                            
                       GERALD
I apologize, ma'am. Let me allow
my partner to fill you in on the
situation.
                                                            
                       VITO
Well, Miss JAMES. Your son is in
trouble with some very powerful
people. We need JASON to come in
for questioning. He allegedly
robbed some people, and
subsequently murdered them. Now,
we don't know if it's him who
committed the crime, for sure, but
if he's here or if you know where
we can find him, it would be best
to tell us so we can resolve this
            (MORE)

9.

                       VITO (cont'd)
matter peacefully, and restore his
innocence...
                                                            
                       JACKIE
      (nervously)
I honestly don't know where he is.
I haven't seen him in weeks, nor
have I talked to him.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (politely)
May we have a seat, ma'am?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Yes, go ahead.
                                                            
                       VITO
Thank you.
                                                            
The two MEN take a seat on the couch in the living-room of
the HOUSE.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Would you mind if I had a drink?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Yes, you may. What would you like?
We have grape soda, sweet tea,
milk, and beer.
                                                            
                       GERALD
I'll take a glass of grape soda...
                                                            
                       JACKIE
All right, I'll go fix you a
glass. Anything for you, agent
TEDESCO?
                                                            
                       VITO
No, thank you, ma'am. However, may
I light a cigarette in here?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Of course.
                                                            
VITO searches his pockets for a lighter, seemingly not able
to find one.
                                                            
                       VITO
I think I've lost my lighter. Do
you have one?
                                                            

10.

                       JACKIE
No, I don't, sorry. I don't--
                                                            
She doesn't finish her sentence. She looks very nervous.
                                                            
                       VITO
--Oh, it's no big deal, I found
mine.
                                                            
VITO pulls out a black lighter.
                                                            
                       JACKIE
I'll get you an ash-tray.
                                                            
JACKIE gets an ash-tray for VITO; the ash-tray is filled
with cigarette butts. Subsequently she walks into the
kitchen to get a glass of grape soda for GERALD. As she is
in the kitchen fixing the drink, GERALD and VITO stay seated
on the couch and look around the den with their eyes wide.
                                                            
JACKIE comes back into the living-room from the kitchen.
VITO lights up his cigarette as soon as JACKIE gives GERALD
his drink.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (puffing his
       cigarette)
So, Miss JAMES, do you remember
exactly the last time you saw your
son?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
      (evasively)
No, I cannot. I do know that it
was about 3 weeks ago, but I can't
say exactly when I saw him.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Do you live here by yourself?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Yes, my husband passed two years
back, and my son moved out about a
year ago. So, yes, I do live here
alone.
                                                            
GERALD chugs his drink quickly.
                                                            
VITO takes a long puff off of his cigarette.
                                                            
JACKIE looks confused and somewhat intimidated.
                                                            

11.

                       GERALD
I thank you for the drink, ma'am.
I do have one question, though.
                                                            
                       JACKIE
Yes, agent NIXON?
                                                            
                       GERALD
What is a woman like you doing
smoking cigarettes, and drinking
beer and grape soda?
                                                            
JACKIE responds nervously.
                                                            
                       JACKIE
I smoke occasionally, I like grape
soda, and I drink beer every now
and then. So, what? Is that a
crime, sir?
                                                            
                       GERALD
No, of course not. It's just that
we've been here for several
minutes, and you have yet to light
a cigarette. Do you know what that
tells us?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
What's that?
                                                            
                       VITO
      (puts his
       cigarette down
       and lets it burn)
Someone else is here...
                                                            
                       JACKIE
      (nervously)
No. No one else is here. No one
is here, it's just me.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (assertive)
If you were a smoker then you
would be smoking right now. Your
ash-tray is full and that tells me
you're at least a pack a day
smoker. A pack a day smoker would
have already went through two
cigarettes by now. You are not a
smoker, and you do not drink grape
soda or beer. But, I'm sure your
son does, huh? Tell me
something...how did you manage to
            (MORE)

12.

                       GERALD (cont'd)
hide him in the wall there?
                                                            
                       JACKIE
      (in great fear)
What?! No, please!!! Don't hurt my
son!!! He didn't do anything!
                                                            
GERALD and VITO stand up from the couch and they draw
pistols.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (drawing his
       weapon)
We're not here to judge, we're
here to punish!
                                                            
GERALD shoots JACKIE in the head...

Subsequently, GERALD and VITO unload their clips at the wall
across from them. A body is heard dropping and a man, JASON,
is heard crying out in pain.
                                                            
                       JASON
Ahhh! Ahhh!
                                                            
JASON squeals like a stuck-pig, lets out a final breath and
dies.
                                                            
GERALD examines the wall for an entry way into the hiding
spot in the wall.
                                                            
GERALD finds a slight crease in the wall. He fiddles with
the crease in the wall and a door opens. GERALD pulls out a
flashlight and looks inside the hiding place; he identifies
the body as JASON JAMES.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (picks his
       cigarette back up)
Did we get him?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yeah, we got him. Now, let's peel
and give BRODY the news.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (puffs his
       cigarette a few
       more times)
All right, let's do it.
                                                            

13.

VITO puffs his cigarette one last time, and then puts it out
in the ash-tray.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (growing impatient)
Come on, nigga, get that shit put
out, let's go! We ain't got all
day!
                                                            
                       VITO
Okay, man, my fault. Shit.
                                                            
GERALD and VITO exit the HOUSE.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
VITO and GERALD walk to the 2012 YELLOW CAMARO.
                                                            
                       VITO
I didn't think she'd buy that
"Agent"-line.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Hell, me either.
                                                            
The two MEN enter the 2012 YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO. GERALD is
driving. He and VITO ride off from the HOUSE.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
                                         CHAPTER TITLE
APPEARANCE:
                                                            
II. THE ELITE
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
                                                            
Four MEN are zooming down a CITY STREET in an AMBULANCE with
the AMBULANCE-siren flashing and blaring.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

14.

INT. AMBULANCE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
In the AMBULANCE are MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER all dressed up
in formal PRESIDENTIAL attire; they are wearing very
fashionable business suits, with matching black-leather
gloves, and matching American-flag-themed ties.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER also have on MASKS...

The MASKS resemble that of President Barack Obama(MICKEY),
President George W. Bush(CARTER), and President Bill
Clinton(DRE): these are the MASKS that 'THE ELITE' wear
while committing robberies.

The fourth MAN in the AMBULANCE is in the disguise of a
paramedic and he is THE DRIVER.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
'THE ELITE' are riding along in the back of the AMBULANCE,
readying machine-guns while also talking to one another
using accents mimicking those of their masked disguises, in
a role-playing manner.
                                                            
                       OBAMA-MASK
      (in a playful
       manner)
All right, Mr. Clinton, you and I
will control the crowd. Mr. Bush,
you gather and secure the loot...
                                                            
                       GEORGE-MASK
No problem, Mr. President. Let's
do this...
                                                            
                       BILL-MASK
Whenever you're ready, Mr.
President!
                                                            
The DRIVER turns off the AMBULANCE-siren as they near a
BANK.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
The MEN arrive at the BANK in the AMBULANCE.
                                                            
MICKEY kicks open the AMBULANCE doors, and he, DRE, and
CARTER exit the AMBULANCE with their guns in-hand. They are
each carrying a duffle bag...
                                                            

15.

                       OBAMA-MASK
      (commando-style)
Let's go!
                                                            
                       GEORGE-MASK
Yes, sir, Mr. President!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER slowly walk up the BANK stairs in a
militant fashion. They rush through the BANK doors.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER each shoot a few rounds at the
ceiling of the BANK, and they proceed to dominate the crowd.
                                                            
                       OBAMA-MASK
      (In a manic tone)
Good day, ladies and gentlemen! We
are THE ELITE! We only need a few
minutes of your time and a few of
the BANK'S dollars and we'll be
out of your way. If any of you try
anything I'll put a bullet in each
and every last one of ya!
                                                            
                       BILL-MASK
Everyone be cool, this is a
robbery! Put your hands on your
heads and faces on the ground, and
we won't have any problems!
                                                            
The crowd in the bank comply and get on the ground with
their hands on their heads and their faces on the ground.
The robbers are recklessly pointing their weapons at the
civilians and employees, greatly intimidating them.
                                                            
                       GEORGE-MASK
      (giggling)
This is a matter of
national-security, folks. Any of
you want to be brave and hit the
alarm, I won't mind pulling this
trigger. You're all Terrorists!
                                                            
CARTER fires several more rounds at the ceiling of the BANK.
                                                            

16.

                       OBAMA-MASK
As you all know, I am your
president. We came here for the
BANK'S money only, so cooperate
and no one will get hurt. That, I
can assure you. If you are
uncooperative, then I can also
assure you that you will be on the
fast track to heaven.
                                                            
MICKEY and DRE hand their duffle bags to CARTER...
                                                            
                       OBAMA-MASK
Now, Mr. Bush, please grab that
manager and make him open the
SAFE. If he resists, break his
face...
                                                            
                       GEORGE-MASK
Certainly, Mr. President!
                                                            
CARTER grabs the BANK MANAGER and walks him to the SAFE
while pointing his weapon to the back of the BANK MANAGER'S
head.
                                                            
                       GEORGE-MASK
Open the safe! NOW!
                                                            
                       BANK-MANAGER
      (frantic)
OK! Please, p-p-please don't hurt
me!
                                                            
                       GEORGE-MASK
      (angered)
Just open the SAFE, pal! Or I'll
bust your skull open!
                                                            
The BANK MANAGER opens the SAFE. CARTER enters the SAFE with
the three duffel bags.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. SAFE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
In the SAFE lies at least $950,000 in cold-hard-cash,
unwrapped, stacked and without dye-packs. Also, in the SAFE
there is a black BRIEFCASE. CARTER begins loading the
cash-loot into the three duffel bags.
                                                            
                       GEORGE-MASK
Damn!!
                                                            

17.

                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BANK - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
As CARTER places the cash into the duffel bags, MICKEY and
DRE condescendingly speak to the crowd in a parody-like
manner. MICKEY and DRE are still pointing their machine-guns
at the people in the in the BANK...
                                                            
                       OBAMA-MASK
      (yelling in a
       manic tone)
We need change, folks! But we'll
take all this money instead! It'll
do!
                                                            
                       BILL-MASK
      (looking at MICKEY)
Mr. President, I think we have
this situation under control, much
like the nation! I commend your
efforts!
                                                            
                       OBAMA-MASK
Very much so, Mr. Clinton! Mr.
Bush should be done any moment
now!
                                                            
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INT. SAFE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
CARTER has the money loaded up and brings the duffel bags
out one at a time. After getting the third bag, CARTER grabs
the BRIEFCASE and then exits the SAFE.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY continues to point his weapon at the crowd.

DRE and CARTER each have a duffel bag and head toward the
BANK doors.

CARTER leaves a bag and the BRIEFCASE in the BANK for MICKEY
to get.
                                                            
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18.

EXT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
DRE and CARTER are walking quickly down the steps to the
AMBULANCE.
                                                            
                       BILL-MASK
      (concerned)
What the fuck is MICKEY doing? We
don't have any time to kill! He
needs to hurry it up and quit
showing off before the pigs show
up, man!
                                                            
                       GEORGE-MASK
Don't worry about him, he knows
exactly what he's doing. He loves
being theatrical. You know that.
Leave him be, no pigs are going to
get us on this job, let the man
work. Besides, he is the
president...
                                                            
CARTER and DRE load the two duffel bags into the AMBULANCE,
and they hop inside the AMBULANCE...

One bag is left to be got inside the BANK, along with the
mysterious BRIEFCASE...
                                                            
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INT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY still pointing his weapon at the crowd, grabs the
last duffel bag full of cash and the BRIEFCASE. Before
exiting the BANK he speaks facetiously to the crowd.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (being facetious)
Everyone, it has been my great
pleasure to stimulate the economy
this evening! Oh, and, by the way,
please don't forget to vote; it's
the most you can do!
                                                            
MICKEY looks at one of the BANK cameras. He doesn't shoot
it. He just looks at it. He is that arrogant.
                                                            
MICKEY then exits the BANK with the duffel bag and the
BRIEFCASE, laughing like a lunatic.
                                                            
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19.

EXT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY walks down the BANK stairs toward the AMBULANCE. He
enters the AMBULANCE and 'THE ELITE' take off from the scene
of CHAOS.

'THE ELITE' move like The Devil...
                                                            
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INT. AMBULANCE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER remove their MASKS...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Those fuckers make it so easy!
                                                            
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EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Police-sirens can be heard in the distance, but the Police
are too far off to stop 'THE ELITE'. THE DRIVER is flooring
it and he cuts the AMBULANCE-siren back on. Sirens are
screaming throughout LA.
                                                            
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INT. AMBULANCE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER are organizing their things and the
loot...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (smirking)
Now, that was a hell of a job
boys. Clean, effective, and
efficient; robbery at its finest.
Let's clean ourselves up and I'll
get this BRIEFCASE delivered to
BRODY...
                                                            
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EXT. CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
THE DRIVER pulls into a PARKING COMPLEX.
                                                            

20.

                       MICKEY
      (commanding)
Go to the 6th level...
                                                            
                       THE DRIVER
      (agreeable)
You got it, Boss...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (pissed)
I'm not your boss, fella...I am
nobodies boss. You got me?
                                                            
                       THE DRIVER
Yes, Sir...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (pointing at the
       DRIVER with his
       thumb)
This fucking guy...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. PARKING COMPLEX - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
THE DRIVER takes the AMBULANCE up all 5 levels and proceeds
to the 6th...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
THE DRIVER parks the AMBULANCE on the 6th level. There are
some vehicles around, but there are no people on the 6th
level of the PARKING COMPLEX.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. AMBULANCE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       MICKEY
All right, DRE, you go East.
CARTER, you go West. I'll call you
guys after I'm done meeting with
BRODY.
                                                            
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DRE and CARTER nod their heads at the same time, with
understanding. They know the drill.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            

21.

THE DRIVER looks at the three MEN quite bewildered.
                                                            
                       THE DRIVER
      (confused and
       curious)
Who the Hell is BRODY? What about
me, guys? What about my cut?
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER smirk at THE DRIVER.
                                                            
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MICKEY pulls a blade so quickly that THE DRIVER can't even
blink before MICKEY plunges the blade into his temple.
                                                            
                       THE DRIVER
      (convulsing)
Aahhh!!!
      (bleeding from his
       eyes)
Ahhh!!!
                                                            
The DRIVER stops convulsing and dies.
                                                            
Every DRIVER that works with THE ELITE gets whacked; it's
how they work. BRODY has the crew kill the DRIVER after
every job. MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER like it that way; they
are a tight crew and they would never let another on their
team or in on their schemes...
                                                            
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EXT. PARKING COMPLEX - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER hop out of the AMBULANCE with fresh
clothes on. DRE and CARTER rush off and proceed to leave the
PARKING COMPLEX with the cash-loot.

MICKEY stays behind with the BRIEFCASE...
                                                            
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MICKEY grabs a can of gasoline that he has and pours the gas
all over THE DRIVER's body and the interior of the
AMBULANCE. He does so with great haste.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY pulls a book of matches from his pocket. He strikes a
match and then tosses it into the AMBULANCE, setting the
vehicle ablaze. 'THE ELITE' leave no traces. They are
cleaner than "Mr. Clean".
                                                            

22.

                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
As The AMBULANCE burns, MICKEY walks away with a great big
smile on his face. He loves what he does. MICKEY MONTANA is
a man who wants to watch The World burn; he'd set it on fire
if he could...
                                                            
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INT. TORTURE CHAMBER - EVENING
                                                            
VITO and GERALD have kidnapped a SNITCH that was planning on
giving information to the FBI and CIA about BRODY.

BRODY is a King-Pin. He is a intimidating figure. BRODY is
big, tall, white, old, clean-shaven and bald, and he is THE
BOSS. Although he is old, he is still in great shape; he is
built like an NFL linebacker. BRODY is wearing a black
tank-top w/ suspenders, 'DeBo'-slippers, and fancy black
slacks. He has on a modest gold chain, and a gold ring on
his right middle finger...

BRODY dresses like a Boss and he rules like a God.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
BRODY, VITO, and GERALD are standing in a TORTURE CHAMBER,
smoking, waiting for THE SNITCH to gain consciousness.
GERALD and VITO are smoking joints. BRODY is smoking a
COHIBA.

THE SNITCH is strapped to a metal chair. His hands, arms,
feet, and legs are bound to the metal chair with
metallic-straps...
                                                            
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THE SNITCH wakes up and starts yelling. He tries to get up
from the metal chair, but he is not able.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (intimidatingly)
Hello there...
                                                            
                       THE SNITCH
      (trembling with
       fear)
Oh, My God!!!
                                                            
                       BRODY
Yes, I might as well be your God,
you little-snitch. You vermin...
                                                            

23.

                       THE SNITCH
P-p-please don't hurt me, sir!
                                                            
VITO and GERALD chief their joints. BRODY places his cigar
in an ash-tray, and gets a sip of water...
                                                            
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VITO, and GERALD toke their joints a little more and then
they put them down in the ash-tray. VITO and GERALD then
both put on black-latex gloves.
                                                            
BRODY clears his throat and grips his suspenders...
                                                            
                       BRODY
You know, my grandfather taught me
a tale that I'll never
forget...allow me to tell you that
tale.
                                                            
                       THE SNITCH
Yes, Sir! J-j-just please, BRODY,
don't hurt me, man!!!
                                                            
                       BRODY
Okay. The tale goes as so:

A guy named MIKE and his buddy
CRAIG traveled around the World.
As they were getting back to The
Airport, preparing to go back to
Georgia, MIKE runs into his old
friend CHARLIE.

Now, CHARLIE is glad to see MIKE.
He asks, "How ya doing, MIKE?".

MIKE says, "Well, I'm great. CRAIG
and I just got through traveling
the World."

CHARLIE was excited to hear about
the trip and he was curious as to
where CRAIG was: "Where is CRAIG?"
Charlie asked. "Aah. He's still in
the back of The Airport. He
doesn't get around so good. He's
crippled, you know?" replied
MIKE...

CHARLIE didn't expect to hear such
bad news: "Oh, I didn't know."

He still wanted to hear about The
            (MORE)

24.

                       BRODY (cont'd)
Trip..."So, how was your trip?"
asked CHARLIE.

"Great" said MIKE. He continued on
saying, "CRAIG and I went to New
York, London, and Italy."

"Awesome" remarked CHARLIE.

MIKE kept rambling. "While in New
York, I went to The Statue of
Liberty."

CHARLIE stopped MIKE, and asked
"Well, what about CRAIG?"

MIKE replied: "Ah. He couldn't
walk up it. He's crippled, you
know."

"Damn" said CHARLIE.

"Next, I went to see BIG BEN, in
London..."

"Wow!" said CHARLIE.

"Well, what about CRAIG?" asked
CHARLIE.

MIKE replied: "Ah. He stayed at
The Hotel, he's crippled, you
know."

"Man, that's terrible." responded
CHARLIE.

"Yep." said MIKE.

"Anyway, next we went to Italy. We
were right outside of The Vatican.
It was beautiful. And, The Pope,
himself, came out of The Vatican."
said MIKE, with great excitement.

"Oh, Man, that's amazing!"
responded CHARLIE.

"Yep." said MIKE.

"...And, when The Pope appeared,
he looked directly at CRAIG, and
I, and he walked right up to
            (MORE)

25.

                       BRODY (cont'd)
CRAIG, and he told him to "Rise
and Walk". Suddenly, CRAIG stood
up from his wheel-chair with his
crutches. The Pope blessed him,
and one of his crutches flew off
into the wind. The Pope blessed
him again, and his other crutch
went flying off in the wind..."
explained MIKE.

CHARLIE was curious, and he asked:
"Well, CRAIG walked, right?!"

MIKE responded: "Nah, he busted
his ass. He's crippled, you know."
                                                            
THE SNITCH is actually calmed down a little-bit. BRODY'S
voice is actually kind of soothing.

THE SNITCH even lets out a slight giggle at the joke.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Do you want to know the moral of
that tale?
                                                            
THE SNITCH sits dazed, but nods his head in a yes-manner.
                                                            
                       BRODY
The moral is that this World is
going to Hell, and so is everybody
and everything in it.
                                                            
BRODY gives a go-ahead to GERALD.

GERALD grabs a syringe, with a very long needle. The shot is
filled with a customized paralysis-agent. GERALD injects THE
SNITCH in the neck; the shot paralyses THE SNITCH while
still allowing him to feel pain.

BRODY then gives a go-ahead to VITO.

VITO walks to the other side of the room, and he grabs a
black-box. He opens the box, and in it is a Mason-Jar full
of countless fire-ants.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (to THE SNITCH)
Prepare to feel Hell...
                                                            
BRODY nods at VITO.

VITO walks up to THE SNITCH, untwists the lid of the jar

26.

full of ants, and then dumps the ants down THE SNITCH'S
throat.

GERALD walks up to THE SNITCH with duck-tape and tapes his
mouth completely shut. THE SNITCH can feel the fire-ants
crawling and biting inside of him but he cannot move at all
because of the unique paralysis-agent flowing through his
system...
                                                            
                       THE SNITCH
      (yelling through
       the duck-tape)
Mmm!!! Mmm!!!
                                                            
GERALD and VITO take off their black latex-gloves and spark
their joints...BRODY sparks his COHIBA; they start smoking
again. They just stand and watch THE SNITCH.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
Fire-ants start crawling out from under THE SNITCH'S
eye-lid...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BRODY'S BAR - NIGHT
                                                            
BRODY is sitting in a big booth in the back of a BAR, while
GERALD and VITO are standing guard for him to the side the
booth. It is BRODY'S BAR. It is a nice laid-back joint.
MICKEY approaches GERALD, VITO, and BRODY at the booth.
GERALD and VITO let MICKEY by. MICKEY sits down. He has
BRODY'S BRIEFCASE...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (sincerely)
How's it going, BRODY?
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (with authority)
You got my shit?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Yeah, the job was fun, it was for
kicks.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Good. Let me see the case.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

27.

INT. BRODY'S BAR - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
MICKEY places the BRIEFCASE on the table and slides it to
BRODY. BRODY grabs the BRIEFCASE, unlocks it and opens it.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
                       BRODY
Attaboy. Looks like we're in
business, MICKEY.
                                                            
BRODY looks at the contents of the case in awe. There is
light shining from the BRIEFCASE onto BRODY'S face and in
his eyes. The contents of the case are unknown to MICKEY.
GERALD and VITO stand quietly with their backs turned.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (very satisfied)
This is more like it.
                                                            
BRODY closes the BRIEFCASE.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BRODY'S BAR - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
BRODY and MICKEY talk business.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Where's the money?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
It's safe and sound.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Good. You boys get to keep the
cash-loot, and I keep the
BRIEFCASE, as agreed.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Not a problem. Thanks for the job,
BRODY. You got any other jobs
coming up for us?
                                                            
                       BRODY
As a matter of fact, I do. I got
one coming up and I think you'll
be perfect for the job.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
What kind of job we talking about?
                                                            

28.

                       BRODY
I got a bank-job; it's extremely
high-value.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (arrogantly)
Come on, BRODY, you know we're the
best at what we do. I'll do the
job for shits and giggles. What's
the area?
                                                            
                       BRODY
Sunset and 4th.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
What's the score?
                                                            
                       BRODY
Nice. Real nice, my boy.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
What's the guard count?
                                                            
                       BRODY
Six guards.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (looking confused)
Damn, that's pretty loaded for a
bank-job.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Well, my friend, this is not a
simple grab-and-go bank-job.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
What are we talking about?
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (quietly)
Twenty-five million in gold-bars.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (eyes opened wide)
Holy shit, are you fucking with
me, BRODY?
                                                            
                       BRODY
Do I look like I'm fucking with
you? I'm as serious as can be...25
million. Think of what you can do
with a percentage of that.
                                                            

29.

                       MICKEY
What will be our percentage?
                                                            
                       BRODY
10%, no more-no less. That's 2.5
million for you three.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Now, that's what I like to hear.
You know, BRODY, I think after
this job, with a cut like that, I
may finally be able to retire for
good. What do you think?
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (lights a COHIBA)
It's your life, kid. We've been
doing business for years, I took
you under my wing. I've helped you
out, you've helped me out. I want
nothing more than to see you
happy, and prosperous. You are
like a son to me. If you want to
retire after this job, go ahead...
      (puffing his
       COHIBA)
...But, remember that there better
not be any fuck ups on the job;
not one fuck up. This one has to
be as clean as a nun on a
missionary-trip.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I understand, BRODY. We'll take
the job.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Don't you need to consult DRE and
CARTER first?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (arrogantly)
No. Those guys we'll be just fine.
With a cut like that, they won't
be able to resist. Plus they would
follow me into a burning building
if I asked them to, so we're
straight.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Good. Now, I'm going to need you
guys to prepare for this job
quickly. It'll take place exactly
two days from now. I already got a
            (MORE)

30.

                       BRODY (cont'd)
driver ready. Whatever you need,
I'll provide, kid. Just do the
job, and do it right...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I got you, BRODY.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Good. Now, you boys get your shit
together and get my gold.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Not a problem.
                                                            
                       BRODY
And, MICKEY, if you boys fuck up
in any way, then I will retire you
myself.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Understood.
                                                            
MICKEY stands up from the BAR-booth and walks toward the
exit. He exits BRODY'S BAR.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY is walking down a CITY STREET.

A MAN, HOMIE #1, intentionally bumps into MICKEY...

The MAN is with several other HOMIES.

The HOMIES are gang-bangers: BLOODS.
                                                            
                       HOMIE #1
What the fuck, man?
      (pulls a blade)
Watch where you're going,
lil-nigga...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (condescending)
Kid, watch your mouth. And put
that knife down before you hurt
yourself.
                                                            

31.

                       HOMIE #1
Kid???
      (laughs)
Yo, let's squash this nigga.
                                                            
The HOMIE #1 and the 6 other HOMIES surround MICKEY...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (smirking)
You guys wanna die tonight?
                                                            
The street is on the outskirts of town. However, there are
some people around, but, they just keep on walking by,
minding their own business.
                                                            
                       HOMIE #1
      (directs the
       others)
Get em...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
HOMIE#3 attacks MICKEY.

MICKEY immediately pulls a blade, and stabs HOMIE#3 directly
in the heart. HOMIE#3 dies on-the-spot.

MICKEY takes the blade and throws it at HOMIE#7, hitting him
square in the left eye-ball, killing him instantly.

MICKEY then runs up to the leader, HOMIE#1, and picks him up
by the neck. He breaks his neck with ease. MICKEY does this
all in a matter of seconds.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
HOMIES#2,4,5,and 6 start to pull guns...

Before they can, MICKEY pulls his pistol, Eastwood-style,
and shoots all 4 men in the blink of an eye.

All 4 collapse, almost in harmony.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY puts his gun back in the holster.

He walks up to HOMIE#7, and pulls the blade out his eye-ball
and puts the blade back in its sheath.

MICKEY then proceeds to simply walk off from the CHAOS that
just unfolded.
                                                            

32.

                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY is walking hastily...

He pulls out his cell-phone and calls BRODY. MICKEY knows
BRODY will fix the situation.
                                                            
BRODY answers after one ring...
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (through the phone)
Yes?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Hey, BRODY. It is MICKEY. I gotta
stop by. We gotta problem.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Come by my OFFICE, now, please.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
All right, I'll be there shortly.
                                                            
BRODY hangs up...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - LATER
                                                            
BRODY'S OFFICE is in his HOUSE.

MICKEY is somewhat frantic and he is pacing back-and-forth
in BRODY'S OFFICE. BRODY is sitting calmly at his desk. The
OFFICE door is shut.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Listen, BRODY! I killed 7 guys!
This is a major problem!
      (stressed and
       anxious)
They tried to jump me. I had to
act, or they would've killed me.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (smiling)
Ah, so what. You killed some
gang-bangers. No big deal. I'll
clean it up, ASAP. You have
nothing to worry about, son.
                                                            

33.

MICKEY looks at BRODY with a mean stare...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
How'd you know they were bangers?
                                                            
                       BRODY
Ah, just a wild-guess, kid.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Oh, yeah?
                                                            
The tension is brewing between MICKEY and BRODY...
                                                            
                       BRODY
Yeah.
                                                            
MICKEY shakes his head in frustration. He knows something
isn't right.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Can I have a drink?
                                                            
                       BRODY
Does a Polar-Bear shit in the
snow?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I reckon so, BRODY. I reckon so.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Fix it yourself.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY pours himself a drink: Whiskey...

He fills the glass to the brim, no ice...
                                                            
                       BRODY
Word to the wise, my young
friend...to go against Me is to go
against God.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
What are you getting at, BRODY?
                                                            
                       BRODY
Do you believe in Fear, MICKEY?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
No. No, I do not. I only believe
in FREEDOM.
                                                            

34.

                       BRODY
      (lights a COHIBA)
--FREEDOM is an illusion.
PETRONIUS once said: "It is Fear
that first brought the gods into
this world."
      (smiles and puffs
       his cigar)
Even the gods fear me. So shall
you, MICKEY. I AM FEAR.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
--Fear has the largest eyes.--
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (puffing his
       COHIBA)
--Yes, MICKEY. I see all. I hear
all. I know all.
                                                            
BRODY, with a hand-gesture, shoos MICKEY...
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (shooing MICKEY)
You may leave now.
                                                            
MICKEY chugs his drink, and slams the glass on the
table...the glass cracks...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (patronizing)
You got it, boss.
                                                            
MICKEY opens the door and starts to walk out of BRODY'S
OFFICE.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Hey, MICKEY.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (turns around and
       faces BRODY)
Yeah?
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (smiling)
Good luck.
                                                            
MICKEY doesn't respond. He turns around, walks out of the
OFFICE and exits BRODY'S HOUSE with a cold silence...
                                                            
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35.

INT. DETECTIVE'S OFFICE - NIGHT
                                                            
A DETECTIVE sits at his desk in his OFFICE thumping a
pencil. An OFFICER brings him a report.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
What's this?
                                                            
                       OFFICER
There was a robbery at a BANK
earlier, DETECTIVE FRANKO. You've
been assigned to the case by the
CHIEF.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Son of a bitch. Why do I get this
one?
                                                            
                       OFFICER
That's between you and CHIEF
BARNES.
                                                            
The OFFICER leaves the DETECTIVE'S OFFICE. DETECTIVE FRANKO
skims over the report. Sees the surveillance-photos of the
masked robbers.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (talking to
       himself)
PRESIDENTIAL MASKS, huh? These
guys must be the real deal.
                                                            
The CHIEF spontaneously enters DETECTIVE FRANKO'S OFFICE.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
How can I help you, CHIEF?
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
You got what I sent you?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Yeah, these guys are good. The
PRESIDENTIAL MASKS, that's
classic.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Tell me about it. So you going to
go investigate the case, or what?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Come on, CHIEF, I'm useless for
these sorts of cases. Why are you
giving it to me?
                                                            

36.

                       CHIEF BARNES
Well, you're our veteran-DETECTIVE
so we need you to do your job like
a veteran-DETECTIVE. Truth be told
these guys are professionals, I
know you're not going to catch
them. I'm just going through the
motions, and I expect you to do
the same.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
I understand, CHIEF. But, you know
my retirement is in two weeks, so
I'm just trying to lay-low.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Well, I guess you've got a long
two weeks ahead of you, huh?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
I guess so, sir...
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
I need you to go downstairs and
talk to the witnesses. Then I need
you to go to the crime-scene
tomorrow morning. And, FRANKO, at
least act like a cop. You never
know, you might get some leads. If
you do, you report to me.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
OK, CHIEF. What about the FBI?
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
What did I say, FRANKO? You report
to me, the FBI can go fuck
themselves, this is my town.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Yes, sir. If I find out anything,
then I'll report directly to you.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Good.
                                                            
CHIEF BARNES leaves FRANKO'S OFFICE. FRANKO puts on his
coat, picks up the report and the surveillance-photos, grabs
his gun and then leaves his OFFICE.
                                                            
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37.

INT. POLICE-STATION - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
DETECTIVE FRANKO walks down the hall of the POLICE-STATION
to the INTERROGATION ROOM.
                                                            
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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
FRANKO is sitting at a table in the INTERROGATION ROOM. He
is interviewing witnesses. He calls in a witness.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Claudia Sanchez, enter.
                                                            
The witness enters.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
OK, Miss Sanchez. So, you're a
BANK TELLER and you were a direct
witness to the crime, correct?
                                                            
                       BANK TELLER
      (stressed and
       frightened)
Y-y-yes, sir.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
I'm DETECTIVE FRANKO. Miss
Sanchez, can you tell me anything
that might help me out? Can you
tell me anything you may have
heard or saw while the crime was
taking place? Faces, tattoos,
names, voices, or anything?
                                                            
                       BANK TELLER
There were three of them. They
were wearing these
MASKS...l-l-looking like the
presidents: OBAMA, GEORGE BUSH,
and BILL CLINTON.
                                                            
The woman starts crying.
                                                            
                       BANK TELLER
The man...The man wearing the
OBAMA MASK, he said something
about "THE ELITE"; I think that's
what they call themselves. The man
wearing the OBAMA MASK was really
scary. The others were scary,
too. They were really
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38.

                       BANK TELLER (cont'd)
intimidating. They kept referring
to each other as "Mr. President",
"Mr. Bush", and "Mr. Clinton". I
didn't see any tattoos or anything
like that, because they were
wearing suits and gloves and those
creepy MASKS. They pointed their
guns at everybody and they were
yelling and shooting at the
ceiling. They were toying with us.
We had no choice but to open the
SAFE.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
The Elite? Is there anything else
you can tell me regarding the
perpatrators?
                                                            
                       BANK TELLER
No, sir. All I can really say is
that they took all the cash, and
they took the BRIEFCASE that was
in the SAFE.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
BRIEFCASE? What was in this
BRIEFCASE?
                                                            
                       BANK TELLER
I don't know, sir.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Well, I thank you for your time,
Miss Sanchez. We will try to bring
these guys to justice. You may
leave now.
                                                            
                       BANK TELLER
OK. I'm sorry I do not have more
information--it's just that I'm
still scared to death by what
happened.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Don't you worry about it, Miss
Sanchez, you've been of great
help. I will do my best to find
these guys and I'm sorry they put
you in harm's way.
                                                            
                       BANK TELLER
Thank you, DETECTIVE FRANKO.
                                                            

39.

                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
No problem, Ma'am.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (looking at the
       surveillance-photos)
Who the hell are these guys?
                                                            
DETECTIVE FRANKO calls in the next witness.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Mr. Edwards, please enter...
                                                            
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INT. DETECTIVE FRANKO'S VEHICLE - MORNING
                                                            
FRANKO pulls up to the BANK, parks and exits his VEHICLE...
                                                            
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EXT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
FRANKO walks up the BANK-stairs, analyzing the exterior. He
crosses the yellow-tape and enters the BANK.
                                                            
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INT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Inside the BANK there are cops and FORENSIC SPECIALISTS all
around, along with more yellow-tape.

FRANKO walks around, and examines the crime-scene. He walks
to the SAFE. He enters the SAFE.
                                                            
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INT. SAFE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
There is a forensic team in the SAFE. FRANKO and the team
discuss the scene.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
What do we got, guys?
                                                            

40.

                       FORENSIC SPECIALIST 1
      (condescending)
Well, obviously we have a robbery,
DETECTIVE.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (raises
       voice/being
       facetious)
Everybody in the building beware,
we have a genius over here.
      (switches to
       serious)
You know what I mean, jackass. Do
you have any traces of who these
guys may be?
                                                            
                       FORENSIC SPECIALIST 1
No. But, there have been several
banks done in this area exactly
like this one, perhaps, by the
same group of guys. The
surveillance-footage shows that
they used an AMBULANCE as their
getaway-vehicle. These guys are
good.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
I saw the surveillance-photos.
What do you think about the MASKS
these guys wear? Some
'Point-Break' type-shit, huh? From
what I've heard, The President,
and the two assholes that came
before him, robbed this bank.
Quite laughable, I'd say.
                                                            
                       FORENSIC SPECIALIST 2
They're trying to send a message
to us. It's a symbolic robbery;
they're being theatrical. You need
to examine the
surveillance-footage, FRANKO. The
photos are nothing.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
What kind of message? And, I'll
check out the footage before I
leave.
                                                            
                       FORENSIC SPECIALIST 2
Hard to say. The MASKS are the
least of our concerns, we're more
concerned with who's behind the
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41.

                       FORENSIC SPECIALIST 2 (cont'd)
MASKS, as you should be,
DETECTIVE.
                                                            
                       FORENSIC SPECIALIST 3
I believe they wear the MASKS
because they're trying to be "the
untouchable gang" dressed as
presidents, that's my guess. They
simply want to be remembered.
Honestly, I don't think it was an
independent job, I think they were
hired.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Hired? Hired by who?
                                                            
                       FORENSIC SPECIALIST 3
I don't know, FRANKO, that's your
job. Whoever it is, they know what
they're doing.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Yep...
                                                            
DETECTIVE FRANKO walks out of the SAFE, and further examines
the crime-scene.
                                                            
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INT. BANK SECURITY-ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
FRANKO is in the SECURITY-ROOM of the BANK. He is studying
the surveillance-footage. He is studying 'THE ELITE'.

DETECTIVE FRANKO sees they use an AMBULANCE, they're quick,
and they move with precision.
                                                            
FRANKO is stunned by the footage. He stops the footage right
as MICKEY is looking into the camera with his dark eyes.
FRANKO observes MICKEY, and his OBAMA-MASK. The DETECTIVE is
deeply disturbed.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (ominous soliloquy)
The Thief cometh not but to steal,
kill, and to destroy.
                                                            
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42.

INT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
FRANKO takes out some black latex-gloves from his
coat-pocket and puts them on. He picks up a bullet shell and
examines it. He puts it back down. Right near the bullet
shell he discovers a random single piece of dark hair on the
floor of the BANK...
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Bingo.
                                                            
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FRANKO pulls out a small plastic-baggy and stealthily puts
the piece of hair in it. He quickly slips the plastic-baggy,
containing the hair, into his coat-pocket...

FRANKO removes his gloves and throws them in a waste-basket.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Well, my work is done here, boys.
                                                            
                       FORENSIC SPECIALIST 1
      (talking under his
       breath)
Lazy Bastard...
                                                            
FRANKO walks toward the exit of the BANK.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
I heard that, asshole!
                                                            
FRANKO exits the BANK.
                                                            
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EXT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
FRANKO makes a call on his cell-phone to a FORENSIC EXAMINER
at the POLICE STATION.
                                                            
                       FORENSIC EXAMINER
      (through the phone)
Hello?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (into the phone)
Hey, it's FRANKO. Do you think you
can do something for me? I need a
piece of hair analyzed...
                                                            

43.

                       FORENSIC EXAMINER
      (through the phone)
Yeah, FRANKO, bring it on by, I'll
see what I can do.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (into the phone)
All right, I'll be there in 20.
                                                            
FRANKO enters his VEHICLE and takes off from the
yellow-taped BANK...
                                                            
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INT. POLICE-STATION LABORATORY - LATER
                                                            
FRANKO waits patiently for the results of the DNA test.
                                                            
                       FORENSIC EXAMINER
We have a match, sir.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Who is it?
                                                            
                       FORENSIC EXAMINER
A MICKEY MONTANA.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
MICKEY MONTANA? Never heard of
him. Print me off a copy of his
rap-sheet, I want to take a closer
look at it.
                                                            
                       FORENSIC EXAMINER
All right.
                                                            
The FORENSIC EXAMINER prints off a copy of MICKEY'S
rap-sheet and hands it to FRANKO.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Thanks for your help.
                                                            
                       FORENSIC EXAMINER
Not a problem.
                                                            
DETECTIVE FRANKO exits the POLICE-STATION LABORATORY and
heads upstairs to his OFFICE to examine MICKEY'S rap-sheet.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
                                         CHAPTER TITLE
APPEARANCE:
                                                            

44.

III. THE GRIM REEFER
                                                            
                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
 
INT. 2012 YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO - DAY
                                                            
GERALD and VITO are cruising down a city street in the 2012
YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO. GERALD is driving.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (in mid-discussion)
-So, now that it has passed in
those states, people can smoke
reefer legally? Recreationally?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yeah, basically. Colorado and
Washington State passed some shit
that legalized it recreationally.
Hell, it's bout legal in half the
country on a medical level.
Eventually, we'll be able to buy
marijuana-cigarettes at the
grocery store. Soon it'll be
legalized, for recreational
purposes, in all 50 states; no
doubt in my mind. Marijuana
prohibition hasn't worked, and
nationwide legalization of pot is
inevitable. I give it 12 years,
and the whole damn nation will be
free to smoke weed in peace.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (curious)
Hell, yeah, man. How about
purchasing it? How is that gonna
work when it's fully legalized
nationwide? Will we be able to
just walk into a convenient store
and pick up as much green as we
want?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Nah, it's not like that. It'll be
treated more like alcohol, but
more strict. Essentially, if
you're 21 or over and have a valid
ID, you'd be eligible to go into a
marijuana dispensary and purchase
up to an ounce of reefer; the laws
limit the amount people can
purchase. And, the growers are
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45.

                       GERALD (cont'd)
only allowed to grow so much
within a certain amount of square
footage. But, other than that,
it's pretty lax. And, as time
passes the laws will become even
more lax.
                                                            
                       VITO
Hell, yeah, brother.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Hell, yeah. I'm just ready for it
to be legal nationwide. This
country, this motherfucking World
needs legal marijuana.
                                                            
                       VITO
That's the American-Dream: Work
hard, get cash, sit back, relax,
and smoke mary-jane.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Legal or illegal, America is still
the land of the free, and the home
of the high...America is a
business, and marijuana will soon
be its greatest commodity, besides
Pussy. This country should be
called 'The United States of
AMERIJUANA'. Marijuana will rule
this century, the next century,
and beyond; mark my words.
                                                            
                       VITO
Damn, GERALD, that's some deep
shit you just said. Hell, I agree
with you completely. And, it's
stupid that the government has
demonized marijuana for so long,
and it has taken damn-near 80
years for legalization to happen
in the states it has happened in.
But, it's still awesome to see
legalization of pot in my
lifetime, and to know the movement
is progressing. You're right,
GERALD, marijuana is going to rule
the world; I think forever.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yep. And, it's not just the
government that is against it.
Primarily, it is the Timber
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46.

                       GERALD (cont'd)
industry, the Tobacco industry,
and the Drug Cartels that are
holding nationwide marijuana
legalization back. The Timber
Industry wants to prevent the boom
of Hemp. The Tobacco Industry
wants to prevent the boom of legal
marijuana-cigarettes. And, The
Cartels want to stop marijuana
from becoming a legal drug in The
States, because they'll lose
massive profits...
                                                            
                       VITO
      (reaching into his
       coat pocket)
Yeah, man, that's the truth. But,
speaking of which, I got something
right here...
      (pulls out a fat
       joint)
...Let's light it up before we do
the job.
                                                            
VITO lights the joint.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (wanting to smoke)
Hell, yeah.
                                                            
VITO tokes the joint a few times to get it lit, and then
passes it to GERALD...
                                                            
                       VITO
      (passes the joint
       to GERALD)
This'll fix our altitude.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Cool, my nigga.
      (hits the joint
       twice and passes
       it to VITO)
Damn, that's a taste of Heaven.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (puffs the joint
       twice and then
       passes it to
       GERALD)
It is some Lemon Kush. Very, very
good shit.
                                                            

47.

                       GERALD
      (puffs the joint
       twice and passes
       it)
Damn, Lemon.
      (exhales and
       coughs)
Umm Umm...Good shit, my brother.
                                                            
                       VITO
Hell, man, I might be too high to
do this job, now.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (hits the joint
       two more times)
Stop tripping, man, it's your
joint. Lemon Kush, in most cases,
has a perfect equilibrium of CBD
and THC. So, even being high, you
should be able to function maybe
even better than when you ain't
high.
      (puts the joint
       out)
I'm gonna put it out for now, and
we'll smoke the rest after the job
is done.
                                                            
                       VITO
All right, brother. Hey, what the
fuck is CBD?
                                                            
VITO is really high, as is GERALD. They're as high as the
Himalayas...
                                                            
                       GERALD
Cannibidiol. It's the secondary
ingredient to THC...
                                                            
                       VITO
You're a marijuana encyclopedia,
my friend.
                                                            
                       GERALD
No, my brother, I'm a marijuana
connoisseur.
                                                            
VITO rubs his hands on his face as if he is sleepy; he's
just really stoned.
                                                            

48.

                       VITO
      (changes topic)
I can't believe that BRODY is
giving those assholes that job. I
mean, have we not proven that we
are the people for that kind of
work? BRODY should just let us get
it done.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yeah, definitely. But truth is,
man, I think we're too good and
we're too lethal for that kind of
job. BRODY doesn't want any
liabilities or casualties you know
what I'm saying? If we were to do
the job, then we would end up
doing damage. We're hitmen, not
bank robbers.
                                                            
                       VITO
That's understandable, but I still
don't trust those fuckers. There
is something about them, I just
can't pinpoint it. MICKEY has
betrayal written all over his
face. He's loyal, but I can sense
that he also envies BRODY.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Hey, that's between you, BRODY and
MICKEY. I know that BRODY knows
what he is doing, though.
                                                            
                       VITO
Yeah, I guess you're right. BRODY
is like a living, breathing
crystal-ball. He's fucking
omniscient. He's damn-near
omnipotent. But, I just got this
itch that MICKEY is trying to
cross BRODY. I don't trust that
guy as far as I can throw him. I
think he is up to something.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Man, you worry too much.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (pointing to his
       temple with his
       index finger)
It's all instinct, my brother...
                                                            

49.

                       GERALD
Instinct, my ass, man. You're full
of shit.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (very serious)
We'll see. Anyway, man, are we
close to the spot?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yeah, it's right up here on the
left.
                                                            
                       VITO
So, what's the best bud you've
ever smoked?
                                                            
                       GERALD
I copped some "Cat Piss" up in New
York once. Man, that shit had me
twisted...
                                                            
                       VITO
I've heard of it--I actually read
of it in "High Times". The best
bud I've ever smoked was this shit
that my cousin MICHAEL grew. It
didn't even have a name. He
harvested about 20 pounds of it.
Dude is a mad scientist. The stuff
he grew had me high for two days
straight off one joint, no lie.
That was the best dope I've ever
smoked, hands-down. Everything he
grows is pure-dank.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (kind of shocked)
Damn! You need to hook me up with
ya boy!
                                                            
                       VITO
Hell, I would man, but I haven't
even seen him in almost 20 years.
He went into the military back in
96', and, poof, he disappeared;
none of the family has seen or
talked to him since. I'm sure I'll
see MICHAEL again eventually, so,
hell, maybe one day I'll be able
to get you the hook up.
                                                            

50.

                       GERALD
Cool, brother. Well, let's get
ready.
                                                            
The two MEN pull up to an APARTMENT COMPLEX. GERALD drives
around the APARTMENT COMPLEX parking-lot and he parks the
2012 YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO. He and VITO then exit the VEHICLE.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
This APARTMENT COMPLEX is in the projects of LA...

The place is gritty and very rough; filled with nothing but
killers and dealers...
                                                            
VITO and GERALD proceed to walk up the STAIRWELL of the
APARTMENT COMPLEX.
                                                            
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INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
GERALD is walking up the STAIRWELL quite fast and VITO
struggles to keep up...
                                                            
                       VITO
So what APARMENT is it?
                                                            
                       GERALD
616.
                                                            
                       VITO
Damn, and there's no elevator is
there?
                                                            
                       GERALD
No. You'll be all right, man, it's
just 6 floors. Quit complaining,
and get your game-face on.
                                                            
                       VITO
All right, my fault, man...I'm
just high. And, I'm drained from
last night.--
                                                            
                       GERALD
--Drained from what, nigga?
                                                            

51.

                       VITO
Man, Alicia came over last night.
We got pretty fucked up and hopped
off the good foot and did the bad
thing. She had me up all night.
                                                            
                       GERALD
And you're complaining about that?
                                                            
                       VITO
Come on, man, you know how it is.
Your girl comes over, you drink
some Crown, bump some coke, next
thing you know you're fucking six
ways from Sunday.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (very serious)
You know that I'm married,
motherfucker.
                                                            
                       VITO
Oh, yeah, my bad. How is your wife
anyway?
                                                            
                       GERALD
She's good, but let's discuss that
later. We're here to handle
business.
                                                            
                       VITO
I got you, man, I'm slipping.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yeah. Get your shit straight, man.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (out of breath)
All right, brother, my fault I'm
just high as shit. What are we on?
The 4th floor?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yeah, I told you it wasn't so bad,
only two more floors to go. I know
you're high as shit, man. Your
damn eyes are red as the devil's
dick. You need some Visine, nigga.
                                                            
                       VITO
Are you asking me that, or telling
me?
                                                            

52.

                       GERALD
I'm telling you, motherfucker.
Now, get your shit together.
                                                            
                       VITO
So, you don't have any?
                                                            
                       GERALD
No, I don't have any motherfucking
eye-drops! You're a hitman,
you're not about to go into a job
that requires you to not look
high, man.
                                                            
                       VITO
All right, I'm good, chill, chill,
brother. I just feel as if I'm
fading away...
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (getting pissed)
Man, Goddamn. I'm pretty high
myself, and you don't hear me
crying like a little-bitch. Pull
yourself together.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (takes a deep
       breath)
Okay.
      (exhales)
Okay, I got this.
                                                            
VITO and GERALD are nearing their destination: APARTMENT 616
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (curious and
       extremely high)
Nigga, where did you get that bud,
anyway?
                                                            
                       VITO
I got it from my guy outta
COMPTON.
                                                            
                       GERALD
That's some strong reefer. But,
enough talking, let's get ready,
for real, man.
                                                            
GERALD and VITO walk up the last two sets of stairs and go
down the HALLWAY toward APARTMENT 616.
                                                            

53.

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INT. HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
GERALD and VITO are moving casually down the HALLWAY...
                                                            
                       VITO
One last thing, GERALD.
                                                            
                       GERALD
After the job, VITO.
                                                            
                       VITO
All right.
                                                            
The HITMEN arrive at APARTMENT 616. VITO stands behind
GERALD. GERALD knocks at the door.
                                                            
                       VITO
Shit...
                                                            
                       GERALD
Damn, man, now what is it?
                                                            
                       VITO
I need some water...
                                                            
                       GERALD
Damn, you're a needy
motherfucker...
                                                            
A MAN opens the door. GERALD and VITO invite themselves into
the APARTMENT; they just walk right in...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. APARTMENT 616 - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
GERALD and VITO intimidatingly enter APARTMENT ROOM 616.

The MAN shuts the door behind them.

The place is quite small and doesn't have much space.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (assertive)
Hello, gentlemen. Are we
interrupting?
                                                            
There are four young MEN in the APARTMENT. They are black.
Two are sitting on a sofa, one has opened the door, and the

54.

other is in the kitchen-area. Their names are CHAD, TREY,
JOHN, and TRAVIS. A television is on: "Tom and Jerry" is
playing.
                                                            
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                       TRAVIS
      (confused)
Who the hell are you?
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (with authority)
I'm The Devil. This is my
partner...
      (points thumb at
       VITO)
...The Grim Reaper. We've come to
collect your souls for BRODY. Do
you know BRODY?
                                                            
                       CHAD
      (talking to GERALD
       and VITO)
Oh, shit, man. Listen we apologize
for any fuck ups that happened
between us and BRODY. We didn't
intend to mess up the deal. We got
caught up in something, and we had
to do what we had to do. No hard
feelings. It's just business.
Whatever we owe BRODY, we'll pay
it back ten-fold.
                                                            
                       GERALD
What's your name, lil nigga?
                                                            
                       CHAD
CHAD.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Oh, so you must be the spokesmen
for the group. The negotiator. The
leader, if you will. I have a
question for you CHAD: Do I look
like a businessman?
                                                            
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The four MEN look at GERALD with fear written all over their
faces.
                                                            

55.

                       CHAD
No, sir, you do not look like a
businessman.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Good answer, because the truth is,
kid, I'm not a businessman. But,
do you know who is?
                                                            
                       CHAD
Who's that, sir?
                                                            
GERALD pulls a 9mm glock and starts pacing back and forth.
VITO stands to the side patiently and quietly with his hands
down and crossed.
                                                            
                       GERALD
My 9mm glock is a businessman. It
means business. Beautiful, ain't
it. You know, I remember the first
time I killed a man. It was
actually with this weapon, here.
It's been a long time since then,
but I still remember that feeling
of taking that man's life. It's
odd to say this, but I believe I
literally saw his soul ascend from
his body. It was amazing. I never
thought I could kill a man, but
once I did I felt pretty damn
good. You ever had that feeling,
CHAD?
                                                            
CHAD hesitates to respond.
                                                            
                       CHAD
      (in great fear)
N-n-no, sir...
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (with great
       conviction)
Any of you boys ever read 'The
Four Loves'?
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
The four MEN look at each other in confusion. GERALD doesn't
give them time to respond.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Of course you haven't. You kids
are too busy "tweeting" nowadays.
Anyway, according to C.S Lewis,
            (MORE)

56.

                       GERALD (cont'd)
the author, there are four loves:
Charity, Affection, Eros, and
Friendship.
                                                            
                       VITO
Preach it, brother. Oh, you kids
mind if I smoke in here?
                                                            
                       TREY
      (dazed and
       confused)
Uh...
                                                            
                       VITO
      (lights his
       cigarette)
I take that as a yes.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (looking VITO)
All right, VITO, be quiet, man,
I'm trying to drop some wisdom on
these kids.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (opens hand to
       GERALD to carry
       on)
My fault, brother, continue.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
GERALD is still pacing.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (looks each of the
       four MEN
       eye-to-eye)
As I was saying. There are four
loves. Each of these loves came
from God. According to the author,
we love because we need to love.
Also, C.S Lewis goes on to point
out that: as we are created in
God's image, we as human beings
need to be loved. You following
me, brother-man?
                                                            
The four MEN are now a nervous-wreck.
                                                            

57.

                       GERALD
Also, he intelligently points out
that the reason we love is because
God loves. We were made in God's
image. God is love--and we love
because God created us to love. Do
you know why God created us?
                                                            
                       JOHN
I don't believe in God.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Oh really. Well, my friend, you
should. Now, allow me to provide
you an answer to my question. God
created us out of the same basic
desire we have as human beings; he
needed to love, and he needed to
be loved. Pretty simple, right?
                                                            
                       CHAD
I guess so. So what's your point?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Well, my friends, God is Love. He
endowed us with the ability to
love. But on the other hand he
installed in us the ability to
sin. In my strict opinion, the
four loves are the counter-balance
to the seven deadly sins. You do
know the seven deadly sins, don't
you?
                                                            
The four MEN look blank. They look at each other in panic.
GERALD cocks his gun and points it at the two MEN sitting on
the couch.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (smoking heavily)
He asked you guys a question. It
would be wise to answer.
                                                            
                       TREY
O-o-OK. The seven deadly sins are
Gluttony, Lust, Pride, Greed,
Wrath, Envy, and Sloth.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Way to go, brother-man. You think
you're pretty smart, huh?
                                                            

58.

                       TREY
      (fearful)
No, man, just please tell us what
you want so you can--so you can
leave.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (serious as can be)
I'll leave when you boys are
deceased. As I said before,
friendo, I have come to collect
your souls. Did you think I was
kidding? Anyway, back to my point.
See, we're just human beings. We
love and we sin. We cannot stop
ourselves from loving, just as we
cannot stop ourselves from
sinning. But, sinning is one
thing; sinning against God is pure
blasphemy. Loving is one thing;
loving God is the path to
salvation. See, when you just
plain ole' sin, God forgives you
because he is love. But when you
sin against God, then until you
repent, you will not be granted
forgiveness. He loves you no
matter what. But sinning against
God is tantamount to committing
suicide, and he cannot forgive you
unless you repent.
                                                            
                       CHAD
What are you getting at, sir?
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (scratching his
       head with his
       pistol)
Well, it's simple, boys. You all
have sinned against God. In this
world, BRODY is God. You
intentionally fucked BRODY over,
which is equivalent to fucking God
over. Now, I don't know the
specifics, and I really don't care
to know the specifics. Like I said
before, I'm no businessman. I'm
not here to negotiate. I'm not
here to reconcile anything. I'm
here to punish all of you. See, no
matter how powerful BRODY may
seem, he is just as dependent upon
you as you are upon him. BRODY
            (MORE)

59.

                       GERALD (cont'd)
loves you guys. He needs you, and
he needs to be needed by you. But,
as the sinful creatures that you
are, you sinned against him and,
for that, he cannot forgive you.
The only way you can get out of
your punishment is by committing
suicide. But you technically
already have because you have
sinned against the God.
                                                            
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VITO smirks, takes one last hit from his cigarette and
throws it on the carpet and stomps it out...
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (with authority)
Now, before you kids try anything
stupid, remember that my glock is
a businessman. My partner The Grim
Reaper has also brought a
businessman. This visit is nothing
personal, it's strictly business.
I'm sure you boys understand. You
move, you're dead. You don't move,
you're dead. This is a lose-lose
situation. But remember you
brought this upon yourselves when
you sinned against the Almighty.
                                                            
VITO pulls out his pistol and cocks it.
                                                            
                       CHAD
      (frantic)
No! Please, sir, we will make it
up to BRODY! Just tell him that we
fucked up and we'll make things
right!
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (with great
       conviction)
Your repentance is too late. Your
punishment is now.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
GERALD nods at VITO. The two HITMEN hold up their pistols
and proceed to shoot and kill the four young MEN...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

60.

EXT. APARTMENT 616 - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
GERALD and VITO exit the APARTMENT 616. They both check
their shoes for blood and wipe them on the door-mat.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
GERALD and VITO walk down the HALLWAY toward the STAIRWELL
of the APARTMENT COMPLEX.
                                                            
                       VITO
Fucking kids. I hate we had to do
that. But, hey, you fuck with
BRODY, you get fucked.
                                                            
                       GERALD
That's the way it goes, business
is business.
                                                            
                       VITO
Yeah, true.
                                                            
GERALD and VITO start walking down the STAIRWELL of the
APARTMENT COMPLEX.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. STAIRWELL - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
GERALD and VITO walk down the STAIRWELL, cool, calm and
collected.
                                                            
                       VITO
Hey, man, let's resume the
conversation we were having.
                                                            
                       GERALD
What conversation?
                                                            
                       VITO
What I was telling you about
Alicia before we got to the room.
I wasn't finished.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Listen, man, you're my dear
friend. But, I refuse to listen to
you talk about your sexual
escapades. Plus, I already know
all there is to know about women;
            (MORE)

61.

                       GERALD (cont'd)
especially the ones you're
fucking...
                                                            
                       VITO
      (laughing)
Man, how do you know all there is
to know about women, and the ones
I'm fucking?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Ok. There are two types of women.
There are ladies who try to be
freaks. And there are freaks who
try to be ladies. Basically, you
have ladies who try to be naughty,
freaky, and nasty--then on the
other hand, you have freaks who
try to be lady-like. The freaks
who try to be ladies are the ones
you want. They're the lawyers,
nurses, school teachers, quiet
chicks, so-on-so forth. The ladies
who try to be freaks are the
fucked up chicks who do dope,
drink, and party like hell. They
don't know what they want in life,
so they fuck and suck guys
day-in-day-out trying to be a
freak, when in reality they are a
lady. The freaks who try to be
ladies, typically, are monogamous.
They look for one man at a time to
be freaky with all the time. They
have the conservative clothes,
good-manners, and such, but when
they get you in the bedroom, they
fuck your brains out. Freaks that
try to be ladies have the
intellect for Love. Ladies who try
to be freaks are lost-causes. You
know what I'm saying?
                                                            
                       VITO
Damn, man, I never thought about
it like that. It's complex, but
simple at the same time. So, what
do you think about Alicia? Is she
a lady that's trying to be a
freak, or a freak that's trying to
be a lady?
                                                            

62.

                       GERALD
Well, man, I don't know the girl
like that. I've seen her only a
couple times. Hell, I couldn't
really tell you. But, considering
what you were telling me earlier,
she sounds like a lady that is
trying to be a freak. Which is No
Bueno, mi Amigo.
                                                            
                       VITO
Damn, I had a feeling you were
going to say that.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Ah, shit, man. Don't sweat it. My
philosophy about women isn't
universal. Shit, you never know,
you might end up putting a ring on
her finger, or some shit. My words
aren't absolute, do what you do,
you know what I'm saying? That's
your girl. You shouldn't let my
advice affect what you got going
on.
                                                            
                       VITO
I appreciate it, GERALD. You want
to know something, man?
                                                            
                       GERALD
What's that?
                                                            
                       VITO
You're a good friend, man. Thank
you for your friendship,
brother.--
                                                            
GERALD and VITO get to the last step and start walking
toward the 2012 YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. APARTMENT COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
GERALD and VITO move calmly to their VEHICLE.
                                                            
                       GERALD
--No problem, my brother. Now quit
being soft on me. Let's go meet up
with BRODY and let him know the
job is done.
                                                            

63.

                       VITO
I'm not being soft, man, I'm just
letting you know I appreciate your
friendship. Anyway, like you said,
let's go meet with the Boss-man.
                                                            
GERALD and VITO get into the 2012 YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO and
they ride off from the APARTMENT COMPLEX.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE DARK WOODS/DREAM SEQUENCE - NIGHT
                                                            
It is snowing. The night sky is dark as the abyss. However,
there are many stars shining bright in the darkness. Also,
the Moon is full; it is a luminous blood-Moon.

MICKEY opens his eyes. He is lying on his back in the snow,
surrounded by tall trees. He is deep in the forest: THE DARK
WOODS. He sits up and looks around. He hears something
coming toward him from the shadows.

Suddenly, a Pale-Horse appears from out of the shadows of
THE DARK WOODS and walks toward MICKEY. It stops about 10
feet away from MICKEY. The Pale-Horse is absolutely
beautiful. Its eyes are made of fire. The Horse is whiter
than the snow that is falling. It is breathing and exhaling
smoke and fire.

MICKEY stands up and looks at The Pale-Horse in awe. He
notcies that there is a hooded-HORSEMAN, dressed in
all-black, sitting on The Pale-Horse...

THE HORSEMAN'S eyes are blood-red and glowing, yet MICKEY
cannot see his face...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (perplexed)
Who are You?
                                                            
THE HORSEMAN lifts his hood and reveals himself. He is the
mirror-image of MICKEY except his eyes are red. THE HORSEMAN
blinks once and his eyes turn solid-black.
                                                            
                       THE HORSEMAN
I AM WHO I AM.
                                                            
As soon as THE HORSEMAN utters those words the snow
spontaneously transforms into fire and the trees get
scorched. Yet, MICKEY is untouched by the flames. The fire
surrounds MICKEY, THE HORSEMAN, and The Pale-Horse.
                                                            

64.

                       MICKEY
      (in awe)
What the Hell???
                                                            
                       THE HORSEMAN
He that dies pays all debts. He
that becomes Death, defeats Death.
BECOME DEATH.
                                                            
The Pale-Horse neighs and turns THE HORSEMAN away from
MICKEY. The Pale-Horse takes THE HORSEMAN into the raging
fire.

The beastly animal and the ghostly rider disappear into the
flames.

As soon as THE HORSEMAN and The Pale-Horse vanish, the fire
engulfs MICKEY and he feels the full power of Hell-Fire.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (burning alive)
AaHHH!!!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. MICKEY'S HOUSE/DREAM SEQUENCE - MORNING
                                                            
MICKEY shakes around in a cold-sweat.

He finally opens his eyes. He is astonished and dumbfounded
by what he saw in his dream, as it was extremely lucid.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (dumbfounded)
Damn, what a fucking dream...
                                                            
Sunlight is penetrating his room all around. He lies on his
Master-Bed, and yawns...

He gets up and does his morning routine; sips coffee, smokes
a joint, so-on-so-forth.

MICKEY then hops in the shower.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. MICKEY'S HOUSE/DREAM SEQUENCE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY exits the shower. He wraps his towel around his
waist. He then stops, and looks into the mirror. It is
blurry from all the steam on it.

65.


MICKEY wipes the moisture off the mirror very slowly. After
he wipes the mirror several times, BRODY appears with a
smirk on his face.

Seeing BRODY scares the Hell out of MICKEY...

MICKEY fears nothing. He only fears BRODY...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (shocked by
       BRODY'S
       appearance)
AaHHH!!!!!!
                                                            
Blood pours out of BRODY'S eyes...
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (with a demonic
       voice-tone)
I got you now, you little-shit!
                                                            
BRODY reaches through the mirror and shatters the glass of
it, revealing darkness behind him.

BRODY grabs MICKEY and pulls him through the mirror into the
darkness...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. MICKEY'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
MICKEY snaps awake from his nap...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (startled)
Holy Fuck!!!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. MICKEY'S HOUSE - LATER
                                                            
MICKEY'S HOUSE is modest, and it is located in COMPTON.

MICKEY, despite being a robber, lives quite frugally.
                                                            
CARTER and DRE are sitting on MICKEY'S couch. MICKEY pours
himself, DRE, and CARTER glasses of SAILOR JERRY'S RUM. He
has a bar in his HOUSE.
                                                            

66.

                       MICKEY
Come get yourselves a drink,
brothers.
                                                            
DRE and CARTER get up from the couch to get their drinks and
then they sit back down on the couch.

MICKEY chugs his drink in a split-second and then pours
himself another.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Okay, guys, this is how it'll go
down: CARTER, you and I will
handle the guards, and do crowd
control. DRE, you'll handle the
safe and collect the loot. CARTER
if you get any dissent from any of
the guards, knock their teeth down
their throat. DRE, you be
swift--and, remember that we are
not after any cash--we are simply
getting the gold-bars.
                                                            
                       DRE
I got you, MICKEY.
                                                            
                       CARTER
What about our driver?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Don't worry about it, BRODY has us
covered on that. The driver will
pick us up at the safe-house which
is about 5 miles from Sunset and
4th. He'll drop us off and wait
outside the BANK for us. We'll
have to be quicker than usual,
because this is a big job. After
we get the gold, we'll go to our
designated spot, and then we'll
take out the driver as we always
do.
                                                            
MICKEY sips his drink.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
We have very little time to
prepare for this job. This is the
least time we've ever had, and I
know it's a lot of pressure doing
this thing so abruptly, but I know
we can pull it off.
                                                            

67.

MICKEY gulps the rest of his drink, while CARTER and DRE
begin sipping on theirs.

MICKEY pours himself another drink.
                                                            
                       CARTER
Sounds good to me. Pressure makes
diamonds, as they say. What
disguises are we going with this
time around?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (arrogantly)
You guys know we have to rock the
PRESIDENTIAL MASKS. We're building
a legacy with those things.
                                                            
                       CARTER
Hell-yeah. We've done three jobs
with those MASKS. We might as well
go out with a bang.
                                                            
                       DRE
I'm still rocking the
CLINTON-MASK, as we all know Bill
Clinton is really black. Well,
mentally anyway.
                                                            
MICKEY and CARTER bust out laughing at DRE.
                                                            
                       CARTER
      (laughing)
Of course he's black. Bill's a O.G
because he got head in the
oval-office and then had the
audacity to lie about it to The
World.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Yeah, I agree, Bill is a O.G.
Hell, I might as well run for
president. I don't think I could
do much worse or better than the
black-ass that's in there now.
Plus, I would love to get head in
the oval-office!
                                                            
                       CARTER
Ain't that the truth. Speaking of
the oval-office, did you guys see
Mitt Romney got the Republican
nomination. Well, unofficially.
He's going to be running against
            (MORE)

68.

                       CARTER (cont'd)
Obama in November.
                                                            
                       DRE
Man, fuck that guy and fuck Obama.
                                                            
MICKEY downs the glass of RUM like it's water. He can drink
like a fish.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (assertive)
Fuck em all. Fuck all the
presidents, man. Fuck the
Congress. Fuck the system.
      (passionate)
The Republicans and Democrats are
one. The World is ONE. All the
government leaders are all crooks,
especially the POTUS. Most all the
government leaders in this nation
and the world are corrupt. They
don't work for the people. They
work for those lawyers, bankers,
and gangsters, who pull the
strings behind the scenes. Fuck em
all, man. That's why we wear the
MASKS...to show how criminal the
presidents and the world leaders
really are; we show how phony the
system is. Obama will get
re-elected this year. In 2016
it'll be Hillary Clinton vs.
Donald Trump--
                                                            
                       CARTER
--Donald Trump???
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (with conviction)
--Yep. And Donald Trump will win
the presidency in 2016. Trump,
Hillary and Obama are in league
with the bankers. It's all rigged.
It's all a charade. The presidents
are puppets, plain and simple. All
those in power are simply pawns in
a rigged chess-game. But, mark my
words: Donald Trump will be
elected president in 2016. And,
Obama will get re-elected this
November. By wearing the MASKS, we
show the true nature of the
presidency, power, and 'THE ELITE'
groups that control the world.
            (MORE)

69.

                       MICKEY (cont'd)
They're nothing but a bunch of
thieves, liars, killers, and
destroyers. They don't want us to
be free. In the eyes of those in
power: FREEDOM is SLAVERY. They
want us all to be slaves...
                                                            
                       DRE
      (in disbelief)
Whatever you say, MICKEY.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Yep. Whatever I say.
                                                            
CARTER and DRE gulp the rest of their drinks down.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I'm telling you, DRE. The
president, whoever it is, is just
a errand-boy for the bankers.
Those bankers know nothing but
control, corruption, and profits.
They don't care about you, me, or
anybody else. Those motherfuckers
want to take over the world. You
see what I'm getting at?
                                                            
                       DRE
I guess, man--you're something
else, MICKEY.
                                                            
                       CARTER
Tell me about it. This guy flew
over the cuckoo's nest.
                                                            
MICKEY pours himself, DRE, and CARTER another drink.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I wish we we're getting more than
2.5 on this next job.
                                                            
                       CARTER
That would be nice. But, damn,
man, be grateful, we're getting
plenty off this next job.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Come on, CARTER, you and I both
know that probably won't even last
a decade once we split it into
shares. This is my last job, and I
want to be straight for life. I
don't want to have to be a thief
            (MORE)

70.

                       MICKEY (cont'd)
any longer.
                                                            
                       DRE
This is your last job?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Yep.
                                                            
                       CARTER
If this is your last job, then
this is my last job. You're my
friend and you're my brother.
We've been through good, bad, and
ugly together so if you're calling
it quits then so am I.
                                                            
                       DRE
Same here.
                                                            
                       CARTER
So, what do you guys propose we
do? I mean, you're right, MICKEY,
we can't keep robbing banks. That
shit will catch up with us
eventually, so we should retire
after this job. But, 2.5 mill
between the three of us won't last
long at all.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I say we turn on BRODY. I say we
take all the loot, get out of
town, and never look back. We
sever ties with each other and go
our separate ways and live our
lives out peacefully.
                                                            
                       DRE
I don't know, man, that sounds
pretty messed up. BRODY has been
good to us since day one. He's
gotten us to where we are today.
And, BRODY is the Boss. If he were
to find out what you just said
he'd have VITO and GERALD crucify
us, literally.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
BRODY thinks he's a boss. He was
given his position. His money and
his power were not earned, they
were thrust upon him. He thinks
he's a god. To hell with BRODY.
            (MORE)

71.

                       MICKEY (cont'd)
Let's do the job, take the loot,
and go as far away from here as we
possibly can. Think of all we can
do with $25,000,000. We can live
with life and liberty without
having to keep pursuing happiness.
It's not like BRODY is going to
miss it. He has enough money to
last him 10 lifetimes.
                                                            
DRE and CARTER contemplate what MICKEY has said.
                                                            
                       CARTER
      (in agreement)
I agree, MICKEY. If we're gonna
retire after this job, why not
just take it all and be free? It's
not like BRODY is doing the work.
He's going to be sitting back in
his OFFICE, smoking a Cohiba while
we're putting our lives at
risk...and for what?! A 10 percent
cut?! No way, man. Let's do it,
MICKEY. I'm in.
                                                            
                       DRE
      (contemplating)
Ah, fuck it. I'm in too.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Good. We deserve to be able to be
free, travel and enjoy ourselves.
If we're not living, then we're
dying. We should be able to do
this job independently with no
strings attached. Let's do what we
got to do and retire from this
shit for good. That is our gold!
                                                            
                       CARTER
Damn it, MICKEY, you are one crazy
motherfucker.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (very serious)
Yes. I am that I am.
                                                            
                       DRE
We'll go out with the gold and the
glory. Hell, after this job we'll
be the talk of the town.
                                                            

72.

                       MICKEY
      (with authority)
We're already the talk of the
town. Now, let's take it!
      (with a great big
       smile)
Let's create CHAOS one last time.
                                                            
                       CARTER
Yes, sir, Mr. President! We shall
Prevail!
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER are like brothers...

DRE and CARTER are MICKEY'S only family.

All three are devoted to one another. Each of them is the
other's keeper...
                                                            
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EXT. BRODY'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
GERALD and VITO pull up to BRODY'S HOUSE. They walk up to
the door and are let in by BRODY himself.
                                                            
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INT. BRODY'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
BRODY welcomes GERALD and VITO into his HOUSE. He shuts the
door behind them.
                                                            
BRODY starts walking to his OFFICE.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Let's go to my OFFICE, boys.
                                                            
GERALD and VITO follow BRODY to the OFFICE.
                                                            
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INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
GERALD and VITO enter the OFFICE and BRODY shuts the door.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Have a seat, guys.
                                                            

73.

GERALD and VITO take a seat. BRODY goes behind his desk and
sits down.
                                                            
                       BRODY
So what's going on with you two?
You boys get the job done for me?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yeah, BRODY, we put them all on
ice. You won't be hearing from
them anymore.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Good. I'm glad to finally get rid
of those little pricks. They had
it coming to them.
                                                            
BRODY reaches below his desk, and gives GERALD and VITO
$20,000 each.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Here you go, boys.
                                                            
                       VITO
I thought you were only giving us
15 each?
                                                            
                       BRODY
Ah, you know me, I put a cherry on
top, here and there. So, how's
everything going with you two?
                                                            
                       GERALD
I can't complain, boss. Well, I
could, but it wouldn't do me any
good.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Ain't that the truth. What about
you, VITO, everything straight
with you and yours?
                                                            
                       VITO
Yeah, BRODY, I'm good. We got the
job done and I'm paid, so
everything is good in my book.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (smirking)
Spoken like a true assassin.
                                                            
VITO seems bothered.
                                                            

74.

                       VITO
      (concerned)
There is one thing that is
bothering me, though, BRODY.
                                                            
                       BRODY
And what would that be, VITO?
                                                            
                       VITO
It's about that job you got coming
up tomorrow. You know, the one you
gave MICKEY and them.--
                                                            
                       GERALD
--Come on, man, leave that shit
alone.--
                                                            
                       BRODY
--No, GERALD, let the man speak.
What is bothering you, VITO?--
                                                            
                       VITO
--I just don't trust MICKEY. I
have this gut feeling that
something just ain't right. I
can't explain it, but the look on
his face when you told him about
that job just made me feel like he
is going to try to fuck you over.
I know they've done several jobs
for you, but I got a bad feeling
about this one.
                                                            
                       BRODY
VITO, do I pay you to feel?
                                                            
                       VITO
No, BRODY, you pay me to kill.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Precisely. Now, I understand where
you are coming from. Human beings
are petty, depraved creatures.
They steal, lie, cheat, and
everything in-between. But, VITO
you must understand one thing; I'm
the Boss. I have eyes and ears,
everywhere, on everything. Nothing
gets by me. If somebody takes a
shit, I know what they ate the
night before.
      (lights a COHIBA
       and puffs it a
       few times)
            (MORE)

75.

                       BRODY (cont'd)
But, since you've brought your
concerns to my attention and
you're genuinely worried, I will
take your conjecture into
consideration.
                                                            
                       VITO
I understand, BRODY, and like I
was saying I'm not trying to cast
doubt on what you do or how you do
it. You're my boss. You have my
respect, you have my loyalty. I
just don't want to see MICKEY get
over on you, that's all.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (puffing his
       COHIBA)
That's very thoughtful of you,
VITO. As I said, I will consider
what you have told me. Now, you
boys take your payment and go to
the STRIP-CLUB or something. You
boys have earned a much needed
break in my eyes. Get out of my
sight and go have some fun.
                                                            
                       GERALD
All right, BRODY, we appreciate
it.
                                                            
                       VITO
Thanks, BRODY. We'll see you
later.
                                                            
GERALD and VITO get up from their seats. They start toward
the door to leave. As they are walking to the door, BRODY
picks up his phone and makes a mysterious call. GERALD and
VITO exit BRODY'S OFFICE and his HOUSE.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
                                         CHAPTER TITLE
APPEARANCE:
                                                            
IV. THE METHOD TO MADNESS
                                                            
                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
 

76.

INT. FRANKO'S OFFICE - EVENING
                                                            
FRANKO examines MICKEY'S rap-sheet closely.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (talking to
       himself/reading
       over MICKEY'S
       sheet)
Let's see. MICKEY MONTANA: been
charged with misdemeanor
marijuana-possession, and felony
assault. Did 2 years in state
prison, is a college graduate, has
bi-polar disorder--he's been
committed to several mental
institutions. Damn. Known
accomplices: DRE FERRARA, and
MICHAEL CARTER.
                                                            
FRANKO gets on his computer and searches for DRE and
CARTER'S files. He prints off both of their rap-sheets and
examines them...
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (talking to
       himself)
DRE FERRARA: misdemeanor marijuana
possession, DUI, grand theft auto,
3 years in state prison. MICHAEL
CARTER: misdemeanor marijuana
possession, petty theft, assault
on a police-officer, 2 years in
state prison.
                                                            
FRANKO contemplates to himself.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (soliloquy)
These have to be the guys. I
wonder who is giving them the
jobs? Must be someone who is
pretty powerful, someone feared,
someone respected. Could it be???
                                                            
FRANKO proceeds to further examine the Police-Database. He
digs deeper...
                                                            
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77.

INT. FRANKO'S OFFICE - LATER
                                                            
FRANKO gets up from desk quickly, grabs his things and heads
to the CHIEF'S OFFICE.
                                                            
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EXT. CHIEF'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
FRANKO knocks at the closed door of the CHIEF'S OFFICE.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Come on in...
                                                            
FRANKO enters the CHIEF'S OFFICE.
                                                            
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INT. CHIEF'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
FRANKO takes a seat.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
What do you got for me, FRANKO?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Sir, I think I've found out who is
committing the robberies.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Enlighten me.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
I have reason to believe that a
man by the name of MICKEY MONTANA
is the leader of the so-called:
'ELITE'. He, DRE FERRARA, and
MICHAEL CARTER are the ones
perpetrating these robberies. I'm
sure of it. I've got addresses for
all three, and I'd like to get a
search-warrant for MICKEY
MONTANA'S HOUSE in COMPTON; I
suspect he is the leader of 'THE
ELITE'. Also, sir, I've checked
the database, and I found that
several AMBULANCES and several
people were all reported missing
the day after each heist 'THE
ELITE' performed. Coincidentally,
scorched AMBULANCES with burned
bodies in the driver-seats are
            (MORE)

78.

                       DETECTIVE FRANKO (cont'd)
being discovered throughout LA,
left and right, every other month.
An--
                                                            
The CHIEF'S phone rings.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
--Hold on, FRANKO.
                                                            
CHIEF BARNES answers his phone.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
      (talking into the
       phone)
Hello?
                                                            
The CHIEF listens for about 30 seconds.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
      (talking into the
       phone)
--Not a problem, I'll take care of
it.
                                                            
THE CHIEF hangs up the phone and continues talking with
FRANKO.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Damn, FRANKO. How did you find
out this information so quickly?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
Well, sir, it was pretty simple. I
found a piece of hair in the BANK.
I had it analyzed by my guy. And,
MICKEY MONTANA is the guy who
popped up. His known accomplices
are DRE FERRARA and MICHAEL
CARTER. And, I know it in my gut
that these are our guys, sir.
These guys are clean as can be.
They never kill anyone on their
jobs, except their getaway-DRIVER.
Now, I've reported to you as you
said. Where do we go from here?
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Well, FRANKO, it looks like you've
actually been working. I want you
to continue your investigation.
Get me something substantive, and
then I'll try to get you a warrant
            (MORE)

79.

                       CHIEF BARNES (cont'd)
for MONTANA'S place.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
All right, sir. But, there is one
more thing.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
What's that?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
I know who's giving them the jobs.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Who would that be?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
BRODY. I know we don't have
anything on the guy, not even a
last name or a picture. But I am
certain it's him giving 'THE
ELITE' their jobs.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
Okay, FRANKO. Since you're on the
ball, I'll call the judge and have
him provide with you with a
warrant. I want you, POLANSKI and
DUNN to head to MONTANA'S
residence as soon as I get the
approval from the judge.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
All right, sir, you got it.
                                                            
FRANKO exits the CHIEF'S OFFICE and heads back to his OFFICE
to wait on CHIEF BARNES' go ahead.
                                                            
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INT. FRANKO'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
CHIEF BARNES walks into FRANKO'S OFFICE.
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
I got the approval, you three are
good to go.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
All right, CHIEF, I'm on it.
                                                            

80.

FRANKO hops up from his desk and exits his OFFICE in search
of OFFICER POLANSKI and OFFICER DUNN.
                                                            
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INT. POLICE-STATION - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
FRANKO finds OFFICER POLANSKI and OFFICER DUNN.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
POLANSKI, DUNN. I need you two to
come with me; CHIEF'S orders. I
got a lead on 'THE ELITE' case. We
gotta search-warrant for MICKEY
MONTANA'S place.
                                                            
                       POLANSKI
Okay, FRANKO, not a problem. Let's
go, DUNN.
                                                            
                       DUNN
All right, let's do it.
                                                            
The two POLICE OFFICERS get up from their desks and follow
DETECTIVE FRANKO out of the POLICE-STATION.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. STRIP-CLUB - EVENING
                                                            
GERALD and VITO enter a STRIP-CLUB. The place is dark and
somewhat crowded. There are older and younger men watching
the dancers in a daze. Very exotic and beautiful women are
strip-dancing. Club-music is playing in the background;
GERALD and VITO take a seat at one of the stripper's areas.
                                                            
                       VITO
Damn, this was a pretty good idea,
huh?
                                                            
                       GERALD
Yeah, it was. Kudos to BRODY. But
if my wife finds out I've been
here, she'll kill me.
                                                            
                       VITO
You'll be all right, man. Just
enjoy yourself. Don't be so
uptight.
                                                            

81.

                       GERALD
You're right, brother. I just need
to chill and appreciate the asses
and titties that are up in this
place.
                                                            
                       VITO
Yes, brother, indeed.
                                                            
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INT. STRIP-CLUB - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Both GERALD and VITO pull out a stack of hundreds and throw
a few at the dancer they are watching.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (laughing)
Here you go, girl, do something
for ya boy!
                                                            
The dancer gets closer to VITO and GERALD. VITO is
absolutely amazed by her beauty.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (in a trance)
Damn, girl. You're the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (talking to VITO
       and giggling)
Thank you, Papi.
                                                            
                       VITO
I have a few ideas of what I would
like to do with you.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (jokingly)
Ah, damn, my boy done fell in love
with a stripper.
                                                            
GERALD and VITO continue to serve the stripper twenties and
fifties. She keeps dancing in front of them quite sensually.
After a few more fifties are thrown she begins bouncing her
booty, this stuns both GERALD and VITO. But she is
seductively staring down VITO. After doing a few more moves,
the stripper leans close to VITO and whispers in his ear.
                                                            

82.

                       CHERRY
      (whispering to
       VITO)
Meet me in the back. I want you in
the VIP.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (to the stripper)
Really? All right, let's do it.
                                                            
She gets down from her platform, grabs VITO gently by the
hand and proceeds to take him to the VIP SECTION.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (confused)
Where you going, VITO?
                                                            
                       VITO
      (smiling)
I don't know, man, but I'll be
back when she's done with me.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (laughing)
All right, Brother, do what you
gotta do.
                                                            
The Stripper and VITO head to the VIP SECTION in the back of
the STRIP-CLUB. GERALD gets up and finds another beautiful
stripper to throw money at.
                                                            
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INT. VIP SECTION - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
The stripper sits VITO down and the two begin to chat while
she proceeds to give him a lap-dance.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
So what do you do for a living,
Papi?
                                                            
                       VITO
Well, I'm really not at liberty to
say.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (being sarcastic)
Why, do you kill people or
something?
                                                            

83.

                       VITO
      (serious)
Well, as a matter of fact I do.
                                                            
She continues dancing thinking VITO is joking.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (very sensual, and
       using a sexy
       accent)
Very funny, Papi. Really, what do
you do?
                                                            
                       VITO
I just told you, baby. I'm a
hitman.
                                                            
She stops dancing, and looks at VITO with great interest. He
mistakes it for fear.
                                                            
                       VITO
Does that frighten you?
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (whispers to VITO
       while massaging
       his pelvic area)
No, actually it turns me on.
                                                            
                       VITO
Really?
                                                            
She starts dancing again.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (curious as a cat)
Yes, really. I've never met anyone
that's killed someone before,
especially for money.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (captivated by
       CHERRY'S
       marvelous beauty)
Well, now you have. I must say,
I've never told anyone that
before. You are the first person
to know about my employment.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
My lips are sealed, Papacito. I
can keep a secret. I'm good like
that.
                                                            

84.

She begins grinding quite vigorously on VITO.
                                                            
                       VITO
Yes, you are, honey. Yes, you are.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
What is your name, Papi?
                                                            
                       VITO
My name is VITO. VITO TEDESCO.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
That's a very cool name. Are you
Italian?
                                                            
                       VITO
I honestly don't know. I do know
that some of my ancestors were
Scots-Irish. I have some Indian in
me as well. But I don't know about
Italian. By the way, I love how
you talk. You must be Hispanic,
huh?
                                                            
                       CHERRY
Yes, I'm Columbian. Columbian
girls do it best.
                                                            
                       VITO
      (serious tone)
I couldn't agree more.
                                                            
The Stripper continues grinding on VITO, she begins rubbing
him while grinding on him. VITO proceeds to put some
hundreds in CHERRY'S thong as she dances.
                                                            
                       VITO
What's your name, baby?
                                                            
                       CHERRY
Well, my Stripper name is Cherry
Lane. I shouldn't be telling you
this, but you are just too damn
sexy. My real name is Lupe
Maloney.
                                                            
                       VITO
Lupe is a beautiful name. I like
that and I like the name: CHERRY
Lane.
                                                            

85.

                       CHERRY
Well, thank you, Papi. You can
call me CHERRY. I like that
better.
                                                            
                       VITO
All right, whatever you say,
sweetheart. I have a question for
you.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
What would that be?
                                                            
                       VITO
Are you a lady trying to be a
freak? Or are you a freak trying
to be a lady?
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (giggling, still
       dancing)
What kind of a question is that?
                                                            
                       VITO
It's a serious question. I need to
know.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
Well, I guess I'm a freak trying
to be a lady. Is that the answer
you are looking for?
                                                            
                       VITO
      (amazed)
Yes, it is, darling. Yes, it is.
                                                            
VITO pulls out five more hundreds and puts them in CHERRY'S
thong. She dances even harder on him.
                                                            
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INT. STRIP-CLUB - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
GERALD is enjoying himself, watching another stripper
perform. He sees a MAN walk in. GERALD glances at the MAN
without much thought and he just keeps watching the stripper
before him...

The MAN walks up to the RECEPTIONIST of the STRIP-CLUB.
                                                            

86.

                       TONY
      (talking to the
       RECEPTIONIST)
Where is CHERRY?
                                                            
                       STRIP-CLUB RECEPTIONIST
She is in the VIP SECTION, TONY,
how can I help you?
                                                            
The MAN walks angrily toward the VIP section.
                                                            
GERALD sees TONY walking toward the VIP SECTION, but he
thinks nothing of it.
                                                            
                       STRIP-CLUB RECEPTIONIST
Wait! You can't go back there!
                                                            
                       TONY
      (aggressively)
Watch me!
                                                            
                       STRIP-CLUB RECEPTIONIST
Security!
                                                            
Two SECURITY GUARDS approach TONY.
                                                            
As the two SECURITY GUARDS approach TONY, he pulls out a
pistol and shoots them dead. He proceeds to the VIP SECTION
with his gun in-hand.
                                                            
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GERALD hops up from the section he's in and moves toward the
VIP SECTION. GERALD realizes that VITO is in danger.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Oh, shit, VITO!!!
                                                            
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INT. VIP SECTION - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
CHERRY is still dancing on VITO. Suddenly TONY bursts
through the door of the VIP SECTION...
                                                            
                       TONY
You fucking whore!
                                                            
                       CHERRY
Aah! TONY, please, don't!
                                                            

87.

TONY punches CHERRY in the face, grabs her and then points
his gun at VITO...
                                                            
                       VITO
Let her go, now!
                                                            
TONY holds the gun to CHERRY'S head.
                                                            
                       TONY
Or what, buddy?! Never bring fists
to a gun-fight!
                                                            
TONY has his finger on the trigger of the gun, and he is
about to squeeze...
                                                            
VITO swiftly hops up. The weapon goes off. A bullet grazes
VITO, but he is able to grab the weapon, disarm TONY, and
protect CHERRY.
                                                            
GERALD, after manuvering around, finally gets to the VIP
SECTION; the STRIP-CLUB was crowded with panicked folks who
were trying to get out...
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (shocked)
VITO! You all right, brother?!
                                                            
TONY is lying on his back. VITO points the gun at him.
                                                            
                       VITO
I'm good, GERALD. He beat on this
woman and tried to shoot me, but
I'm good.
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (wide-eyed and
       very angry)
Who the fuck do you think you
are?! You tried to kill my
brother?! I eat motherfuckers like
you for breakfast, lunch, and
dinner!
                                                            
GERALD punches TONY several times...
                                                            
                       VITO
It seems what we have here is a
woman-beater. CHERRY, is this your
husband?
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (in great fear)
Y-y-yes, he is...
                                                            

88.

                       VITO
Does he beat on you?
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (crying)
Yes, he does!
                                                            
                       VITO
I suppose you won't mind if my
friend and I beat his ass to a
pulp really quick, will you?
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (without even
       thinking about it)
Beat his ass!
                                                            
VITO throws down TONY'S pistol. GERALD and VITO take it upon
themselves to brutally and viciously beat TONY till he's
black and blue. They kick him, punch him and stomp him;
GERALD and VITO nearly beat TONY to death, but they do not
kill him.
                                                            
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GERALD and VITO discontinue the beating.

VITO grabs CHERRY by her waist and kisses her. She hugs VITO
very tightly.

She lets him go, and he and GERALD exit the VIP SECTION.
                                                            
                       GERALD
Come on, VITO, we gotta dip, man!
                                                            
CHERRY just stands there in awe.
                                                            
                       CHERRY
      (in reference to
       VITO)
My hero...Thank you...Mi Amor.
                                                            
GERALD and VITO scramble to exit the STRIP-CLUB before the
cops arrive.
                                                            
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EXT. STRIP-CLUB - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
GERALD and VITO sprint to their CAR.
                                                            

89.

                       GERALD
      (sprinting
       alongside VITO)
Man, damn! If we don't find
trouble, it finds us!
                                                            
                       VITO
      (sprinting but
       also smiling)
I don't think trouble found me,
GERALD, I think LOVE found me...
                                                            
                       GERALD
      (laughing)
Damn, VITO, you really did fall in
Love with a Stripper!
                                                            
They get in the 2012 YELLOW CHEVY CAMARO and speed off from
the STRIP-CLUB.
                                                            
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EXT. POLICE-STATION - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
FRANKO, DUNN, and POLANSKI run to a POLICE-CRUISER and enter
it.
                                                            
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INT. POLICE-CRUISER - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
DETECTIVE FRANKO is in the passenger-seat, OFFICER POLANSKI
is in the back, and OFFICER DUNN is driving.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (readying his
       weapon)
All right, guys, we need to be
ready. We don't know what we're
going to find or face when we get
there, so let's be prepared.
                                                            
                       DUNN
We got you, FRANKO.
                                                            
DUNN pulls into an empty ALLEYWAY and stops the
POLICE-CRUISER.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE FRANKO
      (confused)
What the hell?
                                                            

90.

                       POLANSKI
BRODY sends his regards...
                                                            
POLANSKI pulls out his pistol and shoots FRANKO directly in
the back of the head.

DETECTIVE FRANKO'S blood and brains splatter all over the
front-window of the POLICE-CRUISER.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. POLICE-CRUISER - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       POLANSKI
That ought to teach him a lesson.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
The two OFFICERS exit the POLICE-CRUISER.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. ALLEYWAY - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
The two OFFICERS walk down the ALLEYWAY and are met by a
BLACK SUV. They enter the BLACK SUV and ride off from the
ALLEYWAY...
                                                            
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INT. AMBULANCE - DAY
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, CARTER, and their driver are parked across the
street from a BANK in an AMBULANCE. MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER
have on their PRESIDENTIAL ATTIRE and they have their
machine-guns ready.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
All right, guys, we have one shot
at this. Now, let's get into
character and take care of
business.
                                                            
                       DRE
Okay, Mr. President, we are
ready...
                                                            

91.

                       CARTER
Mr. President, Mr. Clinton, this
will be a mighty diplomatic
success!
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (commando-style)
As Commander-in-Chief, I think
it's time we enter the BANK and
get those golden bars. Now, let's
do this!
                                                            
MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER exit the AMBULANCE.
                                                            
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EXT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
They sprint toward the entrance of the BANK and enter.

Immediately after MICKEY, DRE, and CARTER enter the BANK,
shots are fired.
                                                            
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                                         2 MINUTES LATER
                                                            
 
EXT. BANK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
POLICE sirens are wailing, and POLICE VEHICLES begin
surrounding the BANK. MICKEY exits the BANK without the
loot, and without DRE and CARTER. DRE and CARTER are dead.

MICKEY is covered in blood, has multiple gunshot wounds, his
OBAMA-MASK is halfway ripped off his face. His clothes are
torn to shreds. He still has his weapon in his hands. MICKEY
is injured, shocked, distraught, and very pissed off.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (quietly talking
       to himself)
DRE, CARTER? How could this have
happened?
                                                            
POLICE have surrounded the BANK and MICKEY.

MICKEY is completely oblivious to what is occurring around
him. POLICEMAN 1 uses a megaphone to demand MICKEY'S
surrender...
                                                            

92.

                       POLICEMAN 1
You are under arrest! Drop your
weapon, put your hands above your
head and get on the ground, or we
will use deadly force!
                                                            
MICKEY drops his weapon but he stays standing...
                                                            
POLICEMAN 1 hands the megaphone to POLICEMAN 4.
                                                            
POLICEMAN 1, POLICEMAN 2 and POLICEMAN 3 slowly approach
MICKEY with their guns drawn...
                                                            
                       POLICEMAN 2
Put your hands in the air right
now, or we will put you down!
                                                            
                       POLICEMAN 3
Don't you fucking move!
                                                            
MICKEY puts his hands in the air. The POLICEMEN get to
MICKEY. One of them attempts to grab him to cuff him.
                                                            
When POLICEMAN 1 grabs MICKEY'S arm, he immediately reacts.

MICKEY elbows POLICEMAN 1 in the face and breaks his nose.

MICKEY kicks POLICEMAN 2 in the leg and breaks his knee
inwards.

Within a split-second MICKEY strikes POLICEMAN 3 and
snatches his weapon from him.

MICKEY takes the weapon and shoots both POLICEMAN 1 and
POLICEMAN 2 in the face. MICKEY picks up POLICEMAN 3 and
uses him as a human-shield...
                                                            
                       POLICEMAN 4
      (through the
       speaker-phone)
LET THE OFFICER GO NOW!!!
                                                            
The hordes of POLICE are all yelling indistinctly.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (with vindication)
So much for Amsterdam. This is for
DRE and CARTER.
                                                            
MICKEY points the gun to the head of POLICEMAN 3 and pulls
the trigger.


93.

Immediately after killing POLICEMAN 3, MICKEY charges the
POLICE and fires his weapon at them.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (shouting)
FREEDOM!
                                                            
The POLICE shoot MICKEY several times. He takes shots to his
body and continues running at the POLICE. A sniper shoots
him in the chest. MICKEY finally falls to the ground,
presumably dead.
                                                            
The POLICEMEN run to their fellow OFFICERS aid. The three
cops are dead, as is MICKEY. The scene is CHAOS.
                                                            
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INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - LATER
                                                            
BRODY'S OFFICE-phone rings. He answers it. It's CHIEF BARNES
on the other line...
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (talking into the
       phone)
Yes?
                                                            
                       CHIEF BARNES
      (through the phone)
We got MICKEY and his boys. Also,
I personally handled a DETECTIVE
that was on your trail. You have
nothing to worry about, BRODY.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (talking into the
       phone)
Good work, little brother.
                                                            
BRODY BARNES hangs up the phone, stands up from his desk and
fixes his tie...
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (soliloquy)
It is done...
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
                                         CHAPTER TITLE
APPEARANCE:
                                                            

94.

V. REVENGE IS SWEETER
                                                            
                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
 
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - NIGHT
                                                            
Two DOCTORS in white lab coats are pushing a stretcher down
a HOSPITAL HALLWAY. There is a corpse on the stretcher. It
is the corpse of MICKEY MONTANA in a black body-bag.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR 1
--I heard this guy was a bad-ass.
He tried to rob a BANK, and ended
up killing 6 security guards and 3
cops by himself. He had two guys
with him. They're deader than
hell, too. I saw on the news that
the security guards killed this
guy's partners when they entered
the BANK, and then he went
ape-shit.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR 2
Are you serious?
                                                            
                       DOCTOR 1
Yeah. This guy took several
bullets before going down. One
tough son-of-a-bitch, huh?
                                                            
                       DOCTOR 2
Holy Shit.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR 1
That's what I said when I found
out about it.
                                                            
The two DOCTORS push the stretcher with the body-bag through
two sets of doors, and then the DOCTORS enter an EXAMINATION
ROOM...
                                                            
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INT. EXAMINATION ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
A MEDICAL-EXAMINER is already in the EXAMINATION ROOM
examining a corpse as the DOCTORS bring in the stretcher
with the body-bag.
                                                            
                       MEDICAL-EXAMINER
Hey, guys.
                                                            

95.

She sees the incoming body-bag.
                                                            
                       MEDICAL-EXAMINER
Come on, you got another one for
me?
                                                            
                       DOCTOR 2
Yeah, but this one is special.
                                                            
                       MEDICAL-EXAMINER
How's that?
                                                            
                       DOCTOR 1
He's the bank robber with the
OBAMA-MASK.
                                                            
                       MEDICAL-EXAMINER
      (stressed)
I'm almost done with my shift.
Can't he wait till tomorrow?
                                                            
                       DOCTOR 1
Nope. We need a full autopsy and
report. FBI orders.
                                                            
                       MEDICAL-EXAMINER
      (pissed and sassy)
Whatever. I'll get him done as
soon as I can...
                                                            
The two DOCTOR'S exit the EXAMINATION ROOM. The
MEDICAL-EXAMINER, stops examining the body in front of her.
She glances at the body-bag that has MICKEY inside of it and
gets curious.
                                                            
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The MEDICAL-EXAMINER walks over to the body-bag.

The MEDICAL-EXAMINER slowly unzips the body-bag, revealing
MICKEY MONTANA. He is bloodied and lifeless.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY'S OBAMA-MASK is half-way torn off of his face; half
of his face is showing and the other half of his face is
covered with the OBAMA-MASK. He is still in his PRESIDENTIAL
ATTIRE; his outfit is torn up.
                                                            
The MEDICAL-EXAMINER starts to remove MICKEY'S OBAMA-MASK.
As soon as she touches MICKEY'S MASK, his eyes shoot open
and he grabs the MEDICAL-EXAMINER by the arm and breaks her
arm...
                                                            

96.

                       MICKEY
      (angered)
Where is BRODY?!
                                                            
                       MEDICAL-EXAMINER
      (in great pain)
I-I-I don't know who BRODY is!
You're supposed to be dead!
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (rips the
       OBAMA-MASK off of
       his face)
Not today, Bitch!
                                                            
MICKEY grabs the MEDICAL-EXAMINER by the neck and breaks her
neck. He exits the HOSPITAL through the window of the
EXAMINATION ROOM...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. HOSPITAL PARKING-LOT - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY finds a VEHICLE in the HOSPITAL PARKING-LOT. He
breaks the driver-side window of the VEHICLE and gets inside
of it. He hot-wires the VEHICLE and then drives off...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. SAFE-HOUSE - LATER
                                                            
MICKEY pulls up to a SAFE-HOUSE. He exits the VEHICLE and
then enters SAFE-HOUSE...
                                                            
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INT. SAFE-HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
In the SAFE-HOUSE are many weapons. It is MICKEY'S secret
SAFE-HOUSE. He walks around looking at his weapons. He
selects only a few: a G-18 pistol and two blades.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (grabbing weapons)
These should see me through...
                                                            
He grabs a holster for his G-18 and loads the weapon with a
full clip. He then puts the gun in the holster.

He also grabs two knife-holders for his blades; one attaches

97.

to his belt, and the other straps to his ankle. He puts the
blades in the knife-holders. He has one blade on his belt
and he has the other stapped to his ankle.
                                                            
MICKEY does not change clothing, and he still has on his
PRESIDENTIAL ATTIRE; minus his OBAMA-MASK...
                                                            
MICKEY exits the SAFE-HOUSE with his weapons.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. SAFE-HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY enters the VEHICLE he stole from the HOSPITAL. He
takes off from the SAFE-HOUSE...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. BRODY'S HOUSE - LATER
                                                            
MICKEY pulls up near BRODY'S HOUSE and stops. He readies his
G-18.

MICKEY exits the VEHICLE, and sneaks toward BRODY'S HOUSE.
                                                            
MICKEY jumps the gate. He then walks slowly toward the front
of BRODY'S HOUSE...

MICKEY looks right into the surveillance-cameras.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (angered)
BRODY!!! Get your ass out here,
right now!!! You and I have
unfinished business!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
BRODY is sitting at his OFFICE-desk looking into his
surveillance-monitors. VITO and GERALD are there with
BRODY...

BRODY sees MICKEY on the surveillance-monitors.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (startled)
What the hell? Impossible! VITO,
GERALD, go take his ass out!
                                                            

98.

                       GERALD
You got it, Boss...
                                                            
VITO and GERALD exit BRODY'S HOUSE, cautiously, with their
guns drawn.
                                                            
 
EXT. BRODY'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
VITO and GERALD confront MICKEY.

MICKEY backs up as GERALD and VITO walk out...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Where is BRODY?!
                                                            
                       GERALD
MICKEY, you've fucked up.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
My beef is not with you two. I
only want BRODY, that's it. I
don't want to have to put you guys
down, but I will if I must.
                                                            
                       VITO
I don't think you're in any
position to make threats. It's
time for you to really die.
                                                            
VITO and GERALD point their weapons at MICKEY.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (roaring)
NO!!!
                                                            
MICKEY immediately points his G-18 at GERALD and unloads the
clip on him, killing GERALD on the spot...
                                                            
                       VITO
      (fumbling his
       weapon)
GERALD!!!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY throws his gun down and starts running toward VITO.

VITO gains control of his weapon, and shoots MICKEY twice in
the chest...

MICKEY doesn't stop.


99.

Within seconds, MICKEY pulls the blade from off of his belt
and stabs VITO directly in the forehead. VITO and GERALD are
both dead at BRODY'S doorstep.

MICKEY is severely wounded. He picks up GERALD's gun and
kicks BRODY'S door down. MICKEY enters BRODY'S HOUSE with
the firearm in-hand.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BRODY'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (greatly angered)
Where are you, you son of a
bitch?! Get out here! I've killed
your dogs. Now it's your turn!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
BRODY exits his OFFICE and proceeds to enter the living-room
of his HOUSE. He walks toward MICKEY.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Hello, MICKEY...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY is pointing the firearm at BRODY.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
You tried to have me killed. You
killed DRE! You killed CARTER!!!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
BRODY is inching closer to MICKEY. BRODY stops and stands
ready to battle.
                                                            
                       BRODY
I killed no one. My hands are
clean.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
Your job, your plan!!! You set us
up, you piece of shit!!!
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (assertive and
       very
       condescending)
Yes, I did, my boy. Nothing
happens around here without my
            (MORE)

100.

                       BRODY (cont'd)
say. There were no Gold-Bars,
MICKEY...
      (laughs)
...I wipe my ass with 25 million.
I didn't need the Gold. I already
have more Gold than I know what to
do with. I just needed you to take
a fall. And you did fall. Yet,
here you are, and you survived the
CHAOS--You want to know something,
son? You've always been
persistent. It's your greatest
trait. But, you're also naive. You
think you can just walk in here
and take me out? If you want to
take my life, you'll have to do it
the old fashion way. I'm not
armed. Put down the weapon. You
want to kill me? You think coming
here to try to kill me will redeem
you, or DRE, or CARTER? I'm not
afraid of you. I own all the
bankers, I own all the lawyers, I
own all the politicians and police
this side of the Mississippi. And,
boy, you better believe that I own
you, too. I made you. Without me,
you are nothing. You killed
everybody that I sent at you.
Let's see how you fair against me.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
You do a lot of talking for a dead
man.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY puts down the firearm. He runs toward BRODY with
great fury and ferocity.
                                                            
He punches BRODY. BRODY takes the punches, unharmed.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
BRODY grabs MICKEY by the neck, picks him up off of his feet
like a feather and throws him like a football, right into a
wall; the wall craters.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY lies on the ground, spitting blood. He is in
soul-crushing pain.
                                                            

101.

                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
BRODY slowly walks toward MICKEY in an intimidating and
physically-imposing fashion.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (with tremendous
       authority)
What did you expect? You were
going to betray me, and get away
with it? NO! Remember, MICKEY, I
know what you will do, before you
do it. I can read you like a book.
You were planning on crossing me,
so, yes, I set you up. Obviously,
you didn't die, so I'll just have
to finish you off myself!
                                                            
MICKEY takes another punch at BRODY and he blocks it.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (shocked)
AHHH!!!
                                                            
BRODY kicks MICKEY in the chest.

MICKEY falls backward and lands on his back.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Anger has consumed you! Fear is in
your eyes!!!
                                                            
BRODY stands over MICKEY and strikes him in the face several
times. He subsequently elbows MICKEY in the face.
                                                            
MICKEY gets up in great pain and continues to try and fight
BRODY to no avail. MICKEY continues to throw punches and
BRODY either dodges or blocks them, or he is not hurt by
them.

BRODY picks up MICKEY by the neck again and slams him into a
wall. BRODY holds MICKEY against the wall. MICKEY tries to
break free, but he cannot.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (intimidating)
You think this will end in your
victory? You think anger is your
ally? Anger is merely an
expression of fear; you fear me,
my boy. You are angry simply
because you fear me! Now, it is
time for you to experience true
            (MORE)

102.

                       BRODY (cont'd)
fear!!!
                                                            
BRODY, while grabbing MICKEY by the throat and pressing him
against the wall with his left-hand, furiously and rapidly
punches MICKEY in the body with his right-hand.

BRODY is strong as an ox. He lets go of MICKEY.

MICKEY falls to the ground.
                                                            
MICKEY tries to get up once more and fight BRODY, but BRODY
elbows MICKEY in the face.
                                                            
MICKEY is down, unable to fight BRODY any longer. BRODY
effortlessly picks MICKEY up, and throws him through the
living-room window. MICKEY lands outside in the yard.

BRODY exits his HOUSE through the door-way...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. BRODY'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
BRODY walks toward MICKEY. He steps over the corpses of VITO
and GERALD.
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (assertive)
I built you up! Now, I will
destroy you!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY gets up, and keeps punching BRODY in the face and
chest. BRODY takes the punches with ease. MICKEY backs up in
frustration; he is in great pain and he seemingly cannot
harm BRODY.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (swinging at BRODY)
Ahhh!!!
                                                            
MICKEY punches BRODY in the face three more times and BRODY
is barely affected.

MICKEY throws another punch and BRODY catches his fist
mid-swing and headbutts MICKEY.

MICKEY falls down to the ground again.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            

103.

                       BRODY
      (intimidating)
MICKEY, I'm impervious to your
anger, and I am the cause of your
fear. You are a petty little
being; I am a GOD!!! Look at you!
You think you're a hero, you
little-shit? You think you can
have redemption by killing me? No.
No. No...I could crush you like a
bug right now. You are merely an
ant to a boot. Nothing more,
nothing less. You're all alone;
you have nothing left to fight
for...
                                                            
MICKEY is down on the ground in severe pain. He is
bleeding-out severely.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (saddened)
DRE...CARTER...
                                                            
MICKEY stands tall, and punches at BRODY with every ounce of
energy he has.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (swinging at BRODY)
You've taken everything from me!!!
                                                            
BRODY dodges MICKEY'S punches again and again.
                                                            
                       BRODY
Your punches are a practice in
futility. Tonight you shall die by
my hands!
                                                            
BRODY slowly walks toward MICKEY. He grabs him by the neck
and picks him up off of his feet once more.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
      (barely able to
       speak)
You think you're so high and
mighty?
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (arrogantly)
Yes, MICKEY, I do actually...
                                                            
                       MICKEY
You want to know the difference
between you and me?
                                                            

104.

                       BRODY
What's the difference, you
little-shit?
                                                            
                       MICKEY
I'm still armed!
                                                            
MICKEY swiftly reaches down to the knife-holder that is
strapped around his ankle and he pulls his blade. MICKEY
takes the blade and stabs BRODY under the chin.

BRODY, in shock, releases MICKEY.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
Faster than a bullet, MONTANA comes around with a
round-house kick right beneath BRODY'S chin where the knife
is, sending the blade directly into his brain.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
MICKEY kneels to the ground in pain. BRODY grabs his neck.
His blood is squirting everywhere. BRODY tries to pull the
knife out, but he cannot. He collapses to the ground, and
speaks his last words...
                                                            
                       BRODY
      (choking on his
       own blood)
I will see you in Hell, MICKEY!
                                                            
MICKEY walks up to VITO'S corpse, picks up VITO'S gun and
walks back over to BRODY.
                                                            
He points the weapon at BRODY. BRODY is barely alive, yet
still aware and functional, looking at MICKEY.
                                                            
                       MICKEY
This is for DRE. This is for
CARTER. This is for me. Give
Lucifer my regards...
                                                            
MICKEY unloads the weapon on BRODY. He fires several shots
into his chest, and one directly into his forehead.
                                                            
After shooting BRODY, MICKEY collapses to the ground.

BRODY is dead. MICKEY is apparently dead as well.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

105.

INT. AMSTERDAM COFFEE SHOP - DAY
                                                            
A MAN is sitting in an AMSTERDAM COFFEE SHOP, at a booth by
himself, smoking a joint. He has on a white V-neck shirt, a
lenghty black-jacket, and a black fedora. He has very long
dark hair and he also has a lengthy beard and mustache. We
do not see the top part of his face, only his hands and
mouth as he smokes the joint. He takes a big puff off of the
joint and subsequently puts it out in an ash-tray.
                                                            
THE MAN walks up to the CASHIER of the COFFEE SHOP.
                                                            
                       THE MAN
Can I have 2 more grams of the O.G
Kush and three of your
space-cakes, please?
                                                            
                       CASHIER
      (flirtatious)
Will that be all for you, sir?
      (winks at THE MAN)
You can have more...
                                                            
                       THE MAN
Yes, that will be all...
                                                            
                       CASHIER
That'll be 66 euros...
                                                            
THE MAN pulls out his wallet, and gives the CASHIER the
money. She hands him the space-cakes and the two grams of
marijuana in a brown paper bag.
                                                            
                       THE MAN
Thanks.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
The MAN takes his bag of purchases and puts his wallet back
in his pocket...
                                                            
                       CASHIER
The space-cakes are pretty sweet
today. I hope you enjoy them...
                                                            
The MAN smiles at the CASHIER.
                                                            
                       THE MAN
      (with catharsis
       and appreciation)
The Revenge is sweeter.
                                                            

106.

                       CASHIER
      (confused)
Huh???
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
THE MAN, with his bag of goods, smoothly walks toward the
exit of the COFFEE SHOP.

As he turns to leave the COFFEE SHOP his face is revealed:
it is MICKEY MONTANA, alive and well.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. AMSTERDAM STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
MICKEY still walks...

He moves along a busy AMSTERDAM STREET; he almost floats.
His jacket flails in the wind. He walks as the wind blows;
free at last...
                                                            


FADE OUT.


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