Code of Silence Page #17

He rolls over in disbelief, staring at the ceiling.

It RINGS, and RINGS again and again and again. He finally

picks it up.

INT. TAVERN - NIGHT

This is the after-hours watering hole for the police force

and half the cops we've seen so far, including Cragie, are

clustered at the bar or playing darts at the back of the

room. There are a half a dozen women there also. Three of

them are cops.

Kosalas is here too. He's been drinking. He leans against

the wall talking on the pay phone by the men's room.

KOSALAS:

(to phone)

Say, Eddie. Why don' you come by and

tip a few?

(pause)

Cause I gotta talk to you.

(pause)

Yeah, I know. But we gotta talk.

(pause)

Please.

(pause)

Yeah, at Mike's.

He hangs up and heads back to his table, passing Officer

Music at the bar.

MUSIC:

You oughta crash, man. You had a

helluva day.

EXT. TAVERN - NIGHT

Two tough looking guys are watching the entrance to the bar

from a car parked across the street. We can HEAR the NOISE

from the BAR.

FIRST HOOD:

Love it, Flash. Gonna be a slide.

Easy in, easy out.

SECOND HOOD:

Just a quick and dirty?

FIRST HOOD:

Yeah, yeah, nothin to it. You know

the drill.

They check their weapons.

INT. TAVERN - NIGHT

Everybody but Kosalas is having a good time. Donato, flanked

by two girls, foot up on a chair, entertains a small crowd.

DONATO:

He picks her up on Forty-third, and

he's takin' in. She says, "Say, baby.

Ain't no need for goin' downtown."

An' she pulls back her skirt. So the

dumb sh*t climbs in the back an'

takes a piece...

(starts to chuckle)

...an' leaves the keys in the front

and locks the two of 'em in the squad.

And he hasta kick out the window

see, an' she starts screamin', "Rape!

Rape!" An' they charge him with rape

an' every other f***in' thing in the

book. Internal Affairs is gonna give

him a kayak and a lantern an' put

him out in the lake.

A group laughs at the story. There is a stillness at the

front door. One of the hoods from outside steps in. He wears

a leather coat.

The heads at the bar turn.

He walks the length of the bar and enters the john. He is

obviously out of place in this saloon. Nobody has both hands

on the bar.

The front door opens. The other hood steps in, walks up to

the bar, and orders.

SECOND HOOD:

Bartender. Gimme a black russian and

a Courvoisier.

The First Hood comes out of the bathroom and walks up to the

bar. Suddenly he whips a sawed-off shotgun from under his

coat.

FIRST HOOD:

(bellows)

Yo! Get your hands up motherfuckers.

This is a ho --

THIRTY HAMMERS CLICK. Thirty guns are drawn.

The room is frozen. Only the JUKEBOX makes a sound. The two

hoods, eyes fixed on the array of iron pointed at them, can't

even swallow. Finally...

SECOND HOOD:

(to partner)

You stupid motherf***er.

The cops swarm the hoods and in an instant they are on the

floor being cuffed and roughly handled. Kosalas is at the

end of the bar, frozen, his gun still in his holster.

EXT. TAVERN - NIGHT

Eddie gets out of his car and heads for the front door.

INT. TAVERN - NIGHT

The place is in an uproar -- everybody doubled up with

LAUGHTER -- as the two luckless hoods, handcuffed together,

are lying on the filthy tavern floor under a table. They

continue to berate each other.

Eddie enters.

SECOND HOOD:

My old lady tol' me you was f***ed

up in the head. Do I listen? Piece o

cake, you say. Snap, you say. Nothin

to it, you say.

COP:

Shut up over there.

Donato spots Eddie and calls to him.

DONATO:

Eddie! Partner! Meet Ruthie. Dental

Hygienist. She's oral.

Ruthie giggles.

DONATO:

And this is... Marlene. She works

for a proctologist.

Marlene swats at him.

DONATO:

Siddown, partner. I got a proposition

for you.

EDDIE:

Not now, Donato.

DONATO:

O.K. O.K. But just let me plant two

words in your brain. Alligator

farming.

Eddie shakes his head and walks to the back of the room where

Kosalas sits hunched over a drink, the only man in the room

not laughing. He looks up whens Eddie pulls over a chair.

KOSALAS:

Beer?

Eddie nods, and Kosalas signals the waitress. There is a

long beat at Kosalas fidgets and Eddie waits.

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