Crime Spree Page #15

SOPHIE:

Listen, we know their names. They don't

know the city. You'll find them. You're

the FBI.

AGENT HADLEY:

I can't bring the Bureau into this. If

I do the tapes become evidence.

SOPHIE:

They're supposed to be evidence. That's

why Bastaldi set this up.

AGENT HADLEY:

F*** Bastaldi and his brother. These

tapes are gold. Do you have any idea

what Zammito would pay to get them back?

SOPHIE:

I thought you wanted Zammito?

AGENT HADLEY:

What for? The minute I get him some

other Gavone will take his place. I've

been doing this for twenty years. When

I retire it's not going to be to some

trailer park in the suburbs.

She likes the idea. Already she's thinking how she can work her

way into this.

AGENT HADLEY:

Too many people know about my involvement

in this.

SOPHIE:

Then we just have to make sure everyone

who knows can't say anything.

His jaw tightens.

AGENT HADLEY:

You're right about that.

Hadley is standing behind her. He lifts up the brass lamp with

his towel and swings down hard towards Sophie's head.

EXT. STREET, SOPHIE'S WAREHOUSE -- MORNING

Marcel, Julien and Wayne are waiting as the Impala drives up.

Raymond hops out of the car.

RAYMOND:

I would like to thank you for your

hospitality.

(hands him a card)

If you are ever in Paris here is my

number.

WAYNE:

Cool.

Marcel grabs Raymond and leads him back to the car. Daniel sees

Lamar standing across the street.

DANIEL:

(to the others)

I'll be right back.

He gets out of the car and walks over to him.

LAMAR:

What do you want now?

DANIEL:

Guns. Can you get them?

LAMAR:

Man, I can get anything.

DANIEL:

Don't bullshit me.

LAMAR:

I ain't bullshittin'. I can get guns.

I can get any kind of gun you want. But

they ain't gonna help your sorry ass.

You ain't been in town one day and already

you got two of the toughest people in

Chicago looking for you. How is that

possible?

DANIEL:

I've got a way with people.

LAMAR:

I can see that. The man's car you stole.

Raphael Ruiz. He's head of the 19th

Street gang and one crazy motherf***er.

And Frankie Zammito's got the word out

he's looking for some French dudes.

You're French ain't ya?

DANIEL:

I'm from Belgium.

LAMAR:

Yeah, I'd be from Belgium too if I was

you. You know Zammito just put his own

brother in the hospital? Broke his arm

cause he was late on a debt. I mention

this to illustrate the kind of people

who are lookin' for you.

DANIEL:

Why haven't you turned us in?

LAMAR:

I ain't no rat.

(beat)

You got money, right?

Daniel nods.

LAMAR:

And, uh, I'm going to have to charge you

a commission... kind of like a brokerage

fee.

DANIEL:

How much?

LAMAR:

A thousand dollars?

DANIEL:

Fine.

Daniel hands him his cell phone.

DANIEL:

Take this. I'll call you in a few hours.

You tell me where we meet.

INT. SOPHIE'S WAREHOUSE -- DAY

Wayne is on the couch watching TV. There is a loud knock on the

door. He opens the door to find Agent Hadley.

WAYNE:

Yeah?

Hadley pushes past Wayne and enters.

WAYNE:

Hey dude, what do you think you're doing?

Hadley flashes his badge.

WAYNE:

Uh... excuse me, but don't you need a

warrant or something?

AGENT HADLEY:

Not today. Where are your friends?

WAYNE:

They left about a half hour ago.

AGENT HADLEY:

Where did they go?

WAYNE:

I dunno.

Hadley punches Wayne in the face. Wayne falls to the floor.

WAYNE:

Hey man, you can't do that!

AGENT HADLEY:

What? This?

Agent Hadley kicks Wayne in the chest.

AGENT HADLEY:

Or this?

Agent Hadley kicks Wayne in the ribs.

WAYNE:

Jesus. What kind of FBI agent are you?

AGENT HADLEY:

I'm your worst f***in' nightmare. Now,

if you don't want me to keep on hurting

you, it's important that I believe you

and right now I don't. So tell me, where

did they go?

WAYNE:

I swear man, I don't know. They packed

up and left a half hour ago.

(points to coffee

table)

All I got is one of their phone numbers

in Paris.

Hadley sees the phone number Raymond gave Wayne on the coffee table.

He puts it in his pocket and stares at Wayne, then just for the

hell of it gives him one last kick in the ribs.

EXT. BAY VIEW MOTEL -- DAY

A MAID stops her cart in front of room fourteen. She KNOCKS.

MAID:

Maid service.

No answer. She uses her key and steps into the room. A beat. We

hear a loud scream.

EXT. HOLIDAY HOTEL -- EVENING

A large building near the freeway.

INT. HOLIDAY HOTEL SUITE -- EVENING

Raymond is on the phone.

RAYMOND:

(in French)

I know Mama, but I couldn't call you

yesterday we were very busy.

(listens)

No, nothing's more important than you.

(listens)

I don't know. I think I'm going to have

to stay a few more days.

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