Crime Spree Page #7

ZAMMITO:

(overlapping)

-- Super what?

BOBBY BEANS:

Supernumerary. It means better than

expected.

ZAMMITO:

Then why not just f***in' say better

than expected? Everybody knows what

better than expected means.

BOBBY BEANS:

I'm taking a vocabulary course to enhance

my communication skills.

ZAMMITO:

Okay. How much?

BOBBY BEANS:

I'm not here to negotiate.

ZAMMITO:

Why are you here?

BOBBY BEANS:

To tell you that we're interested in the

property.

ZAMMITO:

You told me that on the phone. What the

hell are you doing here? Showing off

your communication skills? Go back to

your people and tell them when they're

serious to put a number on the table.

BOBBY BEANS:

I will relay the particulars of our

conversation to Mr. Maranzano.

ZAMMITO:

Yeah -- you do that.

Bobby Beans leaves.

ZAMMITO:

Jerk-wad!

Zammito looks over at Joey and Nicky.

ZAMMITO:

How's my brother?

NICKY "THE RAKE"

He's over at St. James. They had to put

two pins in his arm.

ZAMMITO:

I said a clean break.

JOEY "TWO TONS"

Hey boss, it's not a science.

ZAMMITO:

Send some flowers. Something nice.

Roses or carnations. And one of those

get well soon cards.

Nicky gets up to carry out his instructions.

ZAMMITO:

Oh and uh, send a case of steaks over to

his house. I don't want the kids to go

hungry while he's recuperating.

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

Julien and Zero are playing cards at the back of the room. Sami

sitting by himself sorting through a BLACK CANVAS BAG filled with

shoes. Sophie joins him. Sami pulls another pair of shoes out of

the canvas bag.

SOPHIE:

You like shoes?

SAMI:

No, I like the bag. It would be good

for the job tonight.

SOPHIE:

It belongs to Vincent Bastaldi. He left

it last time he was here. I'm sure he

wouldn't mind if you used it.

Sami dumps the rest of the shoes out of the bag.

SOPHIE:

So, how did you get hooked up with these

guys?

SAMI:

Just lucky I guess. How'd you start

working for the Bastaldi's?

SOPHIE:

The art world doesn't fully appreciate

my talent yet. I needed some way to pay

the rent. Laurant and Vincent pay well

for information.

SAMI:

So you arranged to have the people you

worked for robbed?

SOPHIE:

They're not nice people.

She sees a TATTOO on Sami's arm. It's a heart with someone's faded

name.

SOPHIE:

I like your tattoo.

Sami is suddenly self-conscious of it. She traces along the letters

with her finger.

SOPHIE:

(reading the name)

Casandra. Old girlfriend?

SAMI:

Something like that.

SOPHIE:

Did she break your heart?

SAMI:

Something like that.

SOPHIE:

It looks old. Did you get it a long

time ago?

SAMI:

You ask a lot of questions.

SOPHIE:

That's how you get to know someone. Did

it hurt when you got it?

SAMI:

I don't remember. I was drunk.

SOPHIE:

You got it in a bar?

SAMI:

No. I got it in prison. I went in for

three years. When I came out she was

married to my best friend. Happy?

SOPHIE:

Sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

SAMI:

It's okay. It was a long time ago.

SOPHIE:

I've been thinking about getting tattoo.

You know, a flower or something. On my

ass.

Sami looks at her quizzically.

SAMI:

Who's gonna see it there?

SOPHIE:

The lucky ones.

She smiles flirtatiously and walks away.

EXT. LIQUOR STORE -- EVENING

A car drives up. We can only see the outline of an old Chevy

Impala. Two men get out of the car, leaving the engine running as

they head for the liquor store.

Across the street Raymond is checking out a Buick LaSabre, but

stops when he sees the flashing alarm light on the dashboard. He

looks across the street and sees the Impala.

INT. LIQUOR STORE -- EVENING

An OLD MAN is behind the counter. Two masked men enter with guns

and rush up to the counter.

RAPHAEL:

Gimme the money!

The old man opens the cash register and hands him all the bills.

RAPHAEL:

Open the safe!

OLD MAN:

I don't have the combination.

Raphael pistol whips him with his gun and drags him half way over

the counter, then presses his gun to the old man's head.

OLD MAN:

I swear! I don't have it!

Raphael pushes him to the floor. He runs out of the store with

the others.

EXT. LIQUOR STORE -- EVENING

They run out and remove their masks. RAPHAEL RUIZ, 20's, Latin,

tough, shaved head, neck covered with tattoos. HECTOR, Latin,

small, cubby, stops and stares at something with confusion.

HECTOR:

Hey, Vato, where's your car?

Raphael stops as he sees the street is empty.

RAPHAEL:

My car!

Hector has to grab Raphael who is too stunned to move and drag him

down the street.

INT. SOPHIE'S WAREHOUSE -- EVENING

The crew gets ready. On the table a variety of gear is laid out.

Cells phones, electronic devices, all the tools of the trade.

Sami throws some items into the black canvas bag. A cell phone

rings. Julien answers it.

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