Crime Spree Page #11

DANIEL:

Everyone get some sleep. We're leaving

in the morning.

INT. SURVEILLANCE HOUSE -- NIGHT

Agent Hadley checks his watch.

AGENT HADLEY:

What the hell are they doing in there?

FBI AGENT:

Chicago P.D. says they can't hold the

units here any longer. They want to

know if they should go in?

Agent Hadley thinks a moment.

AGENT HADLEY:

Tell them no. We'll advise if anything

changes.

INT. ZAMMITO'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Zammito is still tied to his chair.

HIS POV -- of the cordless phone of his bed.

He pushes with his feet, sliding the chair over to the bed, then

starts rocking back and forth until he tips over forward, his face

pressed against the mattress. Using his nose he turns on the phone

and presses a speed dial number.

INT. JOEY TWO TONS BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Joey "Two Tons" is asleep in a sleeveless tee shirt. Next to him

is his wife, her hair in curlers, her eyes covered by a black sleep

mask. The phone rings. Joey answers it.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

Yeah?

We hear Zammito's muffled cries for help. It almost sounds like

someone moaning during a sexual act. Joey is surprised at first,

then glances over at his wife to make sure she is asleep. He slides

his hand under the covers and closes his eyes.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

(quietly)

Hmmm.... Oh yeah... Uh huh

INT. ZAMMITO'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS

Zammito stops as he begins to realize what Joey is doing on the

other end of the line. He grimaces, then shouts louder.

INT. JOEY TWO TONS BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS

Joey is really going to town now as his hand moves slowly under

the covers. We hear a loud scream on the phone.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

That's right baby, give it to papa Joey.

He is really deep into his fantasy world when...

JOEY "TWO TONS" WIFE

Joey, who is that?

Joey sits up quickly.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

(loudly; for his wife's

sake)

-- And don't call here again, you pervert.

He slams the phone down. A long beat. It rings again. This time

he checks his caller ID and sees that call is coming from Zammito's

house.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

Yeah boss?

Again we hear the same muffled cries.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

Boss?

INT. BODY SHOP -- NIGHT

Raphael enters with Hector and two GANG-BANGERS. The room is filled

with low rider cars.

Working under the hood of a car is FELIX, 30's, sleazy. Raphael

walks over and slams the hood down, pinning Felix's upper body and

squishing his face between the hood and engine.

RAPHAEL:

Someone stole my car tonight!

FELIX:

C'mon Raphael, you don't think that I

would steal your car?

RAPHAEL:

You run a chop shop for low riders.

Yes, I think you'd steal my car.

Raphael lifts up the hood and slams it down on Felix again.

FELIX:

I swear I didn't. I wouldn't!

RAPHAEL:

And I should just believe--

HECTOR:

(overlapping; to Felix)

-- you stole my cousin Enrique's car.

RAPHAEL:

(to Hector)

Hector, don't interrupt me.

HECTOR:

He told Enrique he didn't know anything

about his car.

RAPHAEL:

I don't give a sh*t about your cousin's

car. We're here about my car. So, shut

your mouth! You think you can do that?

You think you can keep your big mouth

shut?

Hector is embarrassed as Raphael once again berates him in front

of the others. Raphael picks up a pair of pliers of the workbench.

He clamps them down on the tip of Felix's nose and squeezes.

Felix's face fills with pain.

RAPHAEL:

If I find out you're lying. If I find

out you know anything about this I'm

going to come back and cut off your nose.

He gives the pliers one last squeeze, then releases Felix.

RAPHAEL:

(to the others)

Vamos.

INT. SURVEILLANCE HOUSE -- NIGHT

Agent Hadley sips a cup of warm coffee. He looks very concerned.

FBI AGENT:

Sir, do you think we could have a hostage

situation in there?

Agent Hadley is about to answer when he sees something.

HIS POV -- of a Lincoln Town Car pull up. Joey "Two Tons" gets

out, goes to the front door and enters.

AGENT HADLEY:

Hold on a second. Joey "Two Tons" just

pulled up.

INT. ZAMMITO'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Joey enters to find Zammito tied to the chair, face down on the

bed.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

Jesus, Boss!

INT. ZAMMITO'S LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT

Zammito stands behind the bar pouring himself a large scotch.

ZAMMITO:

They were all French guys.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

French guys? You mean like from France?

ZAMMITO:

(with strained patience)

Yeah, French guys from France.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

What'd they take?

ZAMMITO:

Everything.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

Everything?

ZAMMITO:

Everything.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

Boy, you must be pissed.

ZAMMITO:

Well, you know, when five guys break

into my house in the middle of the night,

stick guns in my face, tie me up and

steal from me... it does irritate me.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

Well, I must say you're handling it very

well.

ZAMMITO:

You know why I'm handling it very well?

Because you're going to get these guys

for me.

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