Code of Silence Page #2

EDDIE (V.O.)

(from radio)

Double Play, you got him in sight?

MUSIC (V.O.)

(from radio)

Yeah, we got the on him. He's headin

for the alley.

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

Eddie wrestles another garbage can into the truck's hopper

as Doc's car cruises slowly past.

Eddie and Spider LOCK EYES for a split second.

The car moves on and stops at the far end of the alley. The

lights switch off. After a moment, Spider and Doc leave the

car and check out the scene. Doc carries a satchel.

DOC (V.O.)

(from radio)

I say nice and simple now.

SPIDER (V.O.)

(from radio)

We real cool, Doc. We're frosty. We

jus' doin' a little business, you

know? Ain't no big thing.

The two men slip into the back gate of an old tenement. They

pass through a gangway to the front of the building, and

climb the front stairs.

Though we can no longer see them, we HEAR a DOOR OPENING, a

GREETING in Spanish, and FEET FOUNDING up the steps.

The garbage truck GRINDS forward and halts again. Eddie comes

up to the cab. He is wearing a gun under his overalls. He

and Donato listen on the RADIO to the CONVERSATION coming

from inside the building.

INT. COMACHO FRONT STAIRS - DAY

A muscular Latino, POMPAS COMACHO, leads Spider and Doc down

the paint-peeling corridor. The SOUND of BABIES CRYING and

FAMILIES WAKING gives a sense of teeming humanity behind

every door.

The Latino knocks at a door heavily fortified with burglar

bars. The door opens. The bars are unlocked.

SPIDER:

How y'all doin?

VOICE (V.O.)

(from within)

It's O.K. O.K. Como esta?

Pompas leaves the two men and heads down the stairs toward

the front door.

INT. COMACHO APARTMENT - DAY

Doc and Spider enter. They're patted down.

A sleepy eyed Latino woman comes to stand in the bedroom

doorway. VICTOR COMACHO barks at her in Spanish, and she

disappears into the bedroom.

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

Eddie stands on the running board of the truck with Donato

at the wheel. They listen to the RADIO.

DOC (V.O.)

(from radio)

Hey, man, we're clean, huh. We ain't

fools.

SPIDER (V.O.)

You do that real nice, Pancho. what

say we get married.

Eddie tosses a soiled Rubic's Cube into Donato's lap.

EDDIE:

Found you a present.

DONATO:

Sh*t, those things will f*** up your

mind.

EXT. CEMETERY - DAY

Cragie is watching over the wall with his binoculars. He

looks back at Kosalas, who is hopping from foot to foot.

CRAGIE:

If you gotta take a leak, do it now.

KOSALAS:

I can't go wading in with my shlong

flapping in the wind.

CRAGIE:

Sure you can. It's called diversionary

tactics.

Cragie laughs and swigs straight from the bottle. The RADIO

CRACKLES.

BRENNAN (V.O.)

(from radio)

What's going on in the ballpark?

DONATO (V.O.)

(from radio)

Don't get froggy. Wait for the green

light.

EXT. COMACHO STREET - DAY

A painter's van passes Brennan's Pontiac and parks in front

of the building half way up the block.

INT. BRENNAN'S CAR - DAY

Music doesn't like this.

MUSIC:

What the hell is this cat up to?

BRENNAN:

Going to work a**hole. What do you

think.

MUSIC:

At this hour.

BRENNAN:

They got a hardass for a boss. Like

us.

EXT. COMACHO STREET - DAY

As Music and Brennan watch from their car, the four painters

get out of their truck, unpack their ladders and tools, and

begin to carry their equipment into the building next door

to the stakeout.

INT. COMACHO APARTMENT - DAY

The room is small and bare. A selling den. VICTOR COMACHO

and TWO COUSINS, all young and vicious, are sitting around a

formica table with the two buyers, Doc and Spider. The

Comachos are heavily armed. There is plenty of tension all

around, but Doc seems a little more nervous than the rest.

This is an enormous buy. Doc has placed a bowling satchel

full of bundled $20's, $50's, and $100's on the table. Victor

is counting it rapidly.

SPIDER:

This be better than jukin' Seven-

Elevens, huh Victor?

VICTOR:

(to cousins in Spanish)

This one's got some balls, huh?

(to Spider)

I don't juke anybody.

Victor nods and one of the cousins brings in half a dozen

brick-sized bundles of cocaine from the next room.

Doc slices into one of the bags and with the tip of his knife

he drops a bit into a glass vial. He adds clear liquid with

an eye dropper and it instantly turns purple.

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