Code of Silence Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 101 min
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PARTIDA:
...you have the right to remain
silent. You have the right to have
an attorney present at all times.
Anything you say may be used against
you in a court of law...
INT. EDDIE'S CAR - DAY
Eddie and Kosalas are parked on an airport access road,
watching private planes land and take off. Eddie's car, a
five-year old Chevy, is wreckage. The quarter panels are
rusted, the radio antenna is a coathanger, and when Kosalas
pushes a tape into the cassette player, the windshield wipers
start moving.
Kosalas pops the cassette out, the windshield wipers stop;
he throws the cassette into the glove compartment. But now
he can't get the door to stay closed.
EDDIE:
I'm going to have to fix that.
Eddie has to shout to be heard over the sound of an airplane
passing directly overhead.
Eddie glances at Kosalas who looks uncomfortable.
EDDIE:
You know, it's kind of interesting.
That 16 year old in the hallway with
the gun? Partida told me he doesn't
have a record. The kid's never been
arrested.
KOSALAS:
Yeah, well, you know, if you read
the papers, cops only shoot honor
students. Sole support of the family
and all that.
EXT. AIRPORT - DAY
The airport bristles with corporate jets departing and
arriving.
TOWER (V.O.)
...Lear 9 Lima Kilo number 2 for
landing -- wind south 20, altimeter
two-niner-niner-two...
And now comes a mystery jet, wearing no company colors,
banking in over Lake Point Tower and WHISTLING low over the
Planetarium to a touchdown.
The white Learjet taxis to a halt at the far end of the field
as an undistinguished Buick rolls down the ramp to meet it.
Eddie and Kosalas stand by their car, parked across the runway
from the Learjet.
The jet's engines shut down, the door opens, and a grim but
handsome man emerges. LUIS COMACHO, a cruel and uncompromising
survivor, has arrived. With him is an incredibly beautiful
exotic woman.
He is met by Pompas and Efren Comacho, the two lookouts who
survived the raid. And Victor Comacho, who was wounded in
the raid, is here with his shoulder bandaged.
EXT. EDDIE'S CAR - DAY
From where Eddie and Kosalas are standing it is impossible
to hear the conversation at the Learjet, but it is clear
that Luis Comacho is upset. They see Luis slap Pompas and
Efren. Then he grabs Victor by both arms, ignoring his wound,
and screams at him.
KOSALAS:
Nice fellow this Luis Comacho. Donato
says they call him the Angel-of-Death.
Victor grimaces, in great pain, and his knees buckle.
EDDIE:
Real sweetheart.
INT. LUNA'S HOUSE - DAY
In the dining room DIANA LUNA, a pretty 19 year old, helps
her 80 year old grandmother THERESA decorate a "HAPPY
BIRTHDAY" banner, some red and green crepe paper.
MOLLY LUNA (O.S.)
Now?
DIANA:
No!
Diana and her grandmother grin at each other. They are done.
Theresa stands back to admire their work.
MOLLY (O.S.)
Now?
DIANA:
Mama!
A PHONE RINGS:
DIANA:
Daddy, would you get that!
Diana rushes into the kitchen and comes right out with a
birthday cake, and sets it on the table next to some presents.
THERESA:
Bella.
Diana goes to the stairs where her mother sits with her hands
over her eyes.
DIANA:
Keep 'em closed now.
She leads her mother to the dining room.
DIANA:
O.K., open 'em.
MOLLY LUNA opens her eyes. Theresa and Diana beam. Diana
kisses her mother who almost cries.
DIANA:
Happy birthday, momma.
THERESA:
(in Italian)
Happy birthday, Molly.
Diana hands Molly a card from the table. Molly starts to
open it.
Tony Luna burst in from another room.
TONY LUNA:
Molly! Pack me a bag! Quick! Ok?
C'mon I'm in a hurry!
Molly heads for the stairs, leaving behind the half opened
card.
MOLLY:
But Tony, why...?
TONY LUNA:
Business! C'mon, move. Do what I
tell you!
Molly goes upstairs. Diana is pissed.
DIANA:
Don't do it, momma! Make him pack
his own bag.
TONY LUNA:
I ain't got time to put up with your
bullshit today.
Tony goes to the phone, dials, gets a busy signal, and slams
it down.
Theresa sits down watching sadly.
Diana goes to stand in front of her father.
DIANA:
Listen goddammit! It's momma's
birthday! She deserves better'n this!
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