Crime Spree Page #8

JULIEN:

It's Raymond. He's outside with the

car.

They grab their gear and head for the door. Sophie leans over and

kisses Sami on the cheek. He stares at her, half surprised, half

embarrassed.

SOPHIE:

For luck.

EXT. STREET, SOPHIE'S WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT

The crew steps out to find Raymond in the IMPALA. We can see it

clearer now. It's a low rider car. Bright orange flames are

painted on the side, wire wheels and chrome exhaust pipes.

SAMI:

I'm glad you didn't get something flashy.

RAYMOND:

Watch this.

Raymond pushes a button and the hydraulics make the car bounce up

and down. Sami rolls his eyes as the others get into the car.

ACROSS THE STREET -- Lamar is standing in the shadows with one of

his friends, watching.

INT. IMPALA -- MOVING -- EVENING

The six of them are crammed into the car as it moves down the

street. Julien studies a map.

INT. RAPHAEL'S HOUSE -- EVENING

Raphael sits on the couch. He can barely contain his anger. He

looks up slowly, his jaw clenched. Hector sits across from him

with a few other GANG BANGERS.

HECTOR:

Maybe you should call the police.

RAPHAEL:

Hey, idiot -- I've got stolen wheels and

a stolen radio in the car.

HECTOR:

I just thought that--

RAPHAEL:

(overlapping)

-- Don't think. Okay? You're not good

at it.

The other Gang Bangers laugh at Hector.

RAPHAEL:

Go do something -- get some beers for

the guys.

Hector slinks out of the room. Raphael's face hardens.

RAPHAEL:

When I find out who did this I'm going

to mount their head on my dashboard!

INT. ITALIAN RESTAURANT -- EVENING

A family operation. Checkerboard table clothes. Candles burning

in Chianti bottles. On the stereo VIC DAMONE sings "Angela Mia".

Zammito waits at a table. His cell phone rings.

ZAMMITO:

(into phone)

Yeah?

HALF TOOTH TONY (V.O.)

Mr. B. wants to see you.

ZAMMITO:

Now? I've got a date with a drop dead

major babe.

HALF TOOTH TONY (V.O.)

I'll tell him that.

Zammito thinks it over.

ZAMMITO:

Okay. I'm coming.

He walks over to the MARIO, the OWNER of the restaurant.

ZAMMITO:

Mario, I gotta go. When my date arrives

tell her I had an emergency.

MARIO:

Of course, Mr. Zammito.

EXT. WRIGLEY FIELD STADIUM -- NIGHT

The Impala is stopped in the parking lot.

RAYMOND (V.O.)

I think we went the wrong way.

SAMI (V.O.)

Oh, you think?

MARCEL (V.O.)

The map said to go left.

JULIEN (V.O.)

Yeah and if you turned it around it would

say to go right.

MARCEL (V.O.)

(amused)

Oh yeah.

INT. BONANNO'S HOUSE, STUDY -- EVENING

Zammito enters to find ANGELO BONANNO, 60's, powerful, head of the

Chicago Mob. He is smoking a cigar with a glass of brandy.

BONANNO:

Frankie, come in. Good to see you. You

want something?

ZAMMITO:

No, I'm good, Angelo.

Bonanno motions to the couch. Zammito sits down.

BONANNO:

I understand Bobby Beans came to see you

today.

ZAMMITO:

Yeah. Seems Maranzano wants to talk

about buying the Merchant Street

warehouse.

BONANNO:

And?

ZAMMITO:

And nothing. He's just feeling us out.

BONANNO:

He's trying to get a foot hold in our

territory.

ZAMMITO:

He sticks his toes in the water again,

we'll cut 'em off.

BONANNO:

Business must be good if he can afford

to buy up useless property.

ZAMMITO:

I heard this quarter his profits are

gonna be supernumerary.

Bonanno stares at him.

BONANNO:

They're gonna be what?

ZAMMITO:

Supernumerary. It means better than

expected.

BONANNO:

Good word.

Half Tooth Tony, 30's, built like a tank step into the room. He

has the face of a boxer, several of his teeth are chipped or broken.

HALF TOOTH TONY:

Mr. Bonanno, I just wanted to remind you

that you have an appointment in ten

minutes.

Half Tooth Tony leaves.

ZAMMITO:

Someone else coming?

BONANNO:

Nah, that's just Tony's way of telling

me Judge Judy starts in ten minutes.

You ever watch it?

ZAMMITO:

Uh, no --

BONANNO:

You should. You can learn a lot about

the criminal justice system on a program

like that. Very informative. Stay and

watch it with me.

ZAMMITO:

You know, I'm kind of tired. I'm just

gonna go home if it's all the same to

you.

Bonanno affectionately slaps Zammito's cheeks.

BONANNO:

Go. Rest.

Bonanno takes a sip of his brandy, but his eyes stay on Zammito.

BONANNO:

Oh Frankie, what's this I hear about

your brother?

ZAMMITO:

He missed three weeks.

BONANNO:

Your own brother? You couldn't send

someone else to do it?

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