Crime Spree Page #6

DANIEL:

(impressed)

Good. Zero and Julien will go in through

the window and disable the motion

detector. The rest of us will come in

through the front door.

JULIEN:

What about transportation?

SOPHIE:

You can use my car.

DANIEL:

Not a good idea. Someone gets a license

number and it all leads back to you.

Raymond, you'll steal one.

RAYMOND:

No problem.

SAMI:

When do we go?

SOPHIE:

Tonight.

DANIEL:

Tonight?

SOPHIE:

I know they won't be home tonight.

SAMI:

You ever hear of jet lag?

SOPHIE:

Take a nap.

EXT. SOPHIE'S WAREHOUSE -- AFTERNOON

As they crew and Sophie approach the door we hear the muted roar

of loud MUSIC.

INT. SOPHIE'S WAREHOUSE -- AFTERNOON

As the enter the music is even louder. The bass pounds through

the walls. Wayne seems oblivious to it as he sits on the couch

smoking a joint.

JULIEN:

What the hell is that?

WAYNE:

Neighbors. They do this all the time.

SAMI:

I can't even hear myself think.

ZERO:

How are we supposed to sleep with this

noise?

SOPHIE:

I've asked them a hundred times to keep

in down. They don't listen.

RAYMOND:

I will talk to them.

Sophie and Wayne both find his offer amusing.

WAYNE:

Yeah. Right.

SOPHIE:

Not a good idea.

RAYMOND:

It's just a matter of communication.

Raymond leaves.

EXT. SIDE OF WAREHOUSE -- AFTERNOON

Raymond walks towards a door at the end of the building. The MUSIC

grows louder. He KNOCKS on the door and waits. It is opened by a

very large man... a biker type, leather jacket, full beard, several

long earrings hanging from his ear. He is holding a BEER BOTTLE.

Behind him are two other rough-looking men.

RAYMOND:

(cheerfully; loudly

over the music)

Hello. My name is Raymond. I am visiting

next door and I was wondering if you

could make your music a little less loud.

The Biker takes a sip of his beer.

BIKER:

No.

RAYMOND:

But the music is very--

Before Raymond can finish his sentence the Biker pours his beer

over Raymond's head.

BIKER:

F*** off!

He slams the door in Raymond's face.

INT. SOPHIE'S WAREHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER -- AFTERNOON

The music continues to pound through the walls. A soggy Raymond

steps into the room. He walks over to a chair and sits down, his

head hung down, embarrassed. Marcel is angered by this. He glances

over to Daniel who subtly nods to him. Marcel leaves the room.

EXT. SIDE OF WAREHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER -- AFTERNOON

Marcel walks purposefully along the side of the building. He

reaches into his jacket pocket and removes two black leather gloves.

He slips them on as he approaches the door, then knocks. A beat.

The Biker opens the door.

BIKER:

Listen a**hole, I told you --

Marcel head butts him, slamming his forehead into the bridge of

his nose. The Biker clasps his hands over his bleeding nose.

Marcel grabs him by the hair and rapidly punches him in face several

times -- each punch backing the Biker into the room.

INT. BIKER'S WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

On the last punch the Biker falls backwards crashing through a

large glass coffee table.

BIKER #2 moves in behind Marcel and throws a hard punch as Marcel

turns around. Marcel bends his head down, so that his attackers

fists slams into the hard crown of his skull.

BIKER #2 painfully grabs his broken knuckles. Marcel knees him

hard in the groin. BIKER #2 turns to his side and doubles over.

Marcel kicks the man into the back of his knee spinning him around

and down on his knees.

In a fluid movement he elbows the man in the back of head . BIKER

#2 falls face forwards and is out cold.

Marcel turns to the third BIKER who is standing by the stereo. He

is smaller than the others and has seen enough. He quickly turns

off the power. DEAD QUIET.

INT. SOPHIE'S WAREHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER -- AFTERNOON

Marcel enters. Wayne is on the couch with Raymond.

WAYNE:

(impressed)

What'd you say to them?

MARCEL:

(dryly)

Nothing.

EXT. SOUTH SIDE SOCIAL CLUB -- AFTERNOON

A plain looking building in an old neighborhood of the city.

INT. SOUTH SIDE SOCIAL CLUB - ZAMMITO'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON

Zammito sits at his desk. Joey "Two Tons" and Nicky "The Rake"

sit on the couch. Bobby Beans balding, stocky enters.

ZAMMITO:

Hey, Bobby beans... How you doin'?

He walks up to Zammito and they kiss each other on the cheek.

BOBBY BEANS:

Good. I'm doing good. How you doin',

Frankie?

ZAMMITO:

Good. I'm good.

BOBBY BEANS:

Mr. Maranzano sends his warmest regards.

ZAMMITO:

When you return please extend my regards

to Mr. Maranzano and his family.

Zammito motions for Bobby to sit down.

ZAMMITO:

Can I offer you something. A drink?

Coffee?

BOBBY BEANS:

No thank you.

ZAMMITO:

You sure? I just got a shipment of

espresso from Sicily. Special blend.

Can't find anything like it in the States.

BOBBY BEANS:

I'm good. Really.

ZAMMITO:

Okay. I understand you're interested in

one of our properties?

BOBBY BEANS:

Yeah. That warehouse over on Merchant

Street. The volume on our import business

has risen dramatically. The proceeds

this quarter will be supernumerary due

to the --

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