Crime Spree Page #9

ZAMMITO:

I did. Joey "Two Tons" and Nicky "The

Rake" did the deed.

BONANNO:

But you were there?

ZAMMITO:

Angelo, we live and die by the rules we

make. We are men of honor, but honor

without respect is a... horse-less

carriage.

A long beat. Bonanno thinks about what he said, not sure what to

make of it, then...

BONANNO:

What the f*** does that mean?

EXT. STREET -- NIGHT

The Impala is by the pumps. Sami leans out the window holding the

map as he speaks with the station attendant.

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET -- NIGHT

An upscale neighborhood. Expensive homes line the wooded street.

The Impala stops and the crew gets out.

DANIEL:

(to Raymond)

Park on the next street over. We'll

meet you when we're done.

EXT. ZAMMITO'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Julien attaches a device to the alarm panel. A series of numbers

flash by as the computer cracks the code. One by one, the numbers

stop until the entry code is displayed on the screen. He enters

the numbers on the alarm and nods to the others.

Julien and Zero move around to the side of the house as Daniel,

Sami and Marcel wait in the shadows.

EXT. ZAMMITO'S HOUSE, SIDE OF HOUSE -- NIGHT

Julien places a retractable ladder against the wall and climbs up.

He pries open the window and climbs in. Zero follows.

INT. ZAMMITO'S HOUSE, BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Dark. Julien makes his way to the door and repeats the process

with another alarm panel. Zero sits on the corner of the bed and

waits patiently. Julien turns off the hall alarm and nods to Zero.

Zero speed dials a number on his cell phone.

ZERO:

We're in.

EXT. ZAMMITO'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Daniel uses a locksmith tool and quickly pries the lock out of the

door. They go inside.

INT. ZAMMITO'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Julien and Zero wait for them. We hear a toilet flush. The door

to the bathroom opens and a man steps out. In an instant Julien

and Zero jump him. The others enter and quickly join in to subdue

the man.

EXT. STREET -- NIGHT

Raymond waits in the Impala. He can't resist using the hydraulics,

raising the car up and down.

INT. ZAMMITO'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

The lights are on. The room is an interior designers nightmare.

Clashing colors, zebra skin bedspread. We move along Daniel, Sami,

Marcel, Julien and Zero as they stare at something.

THEIR POV -- Tied to a chair, his mouth taped shut, is a very angry

Frankie Zammito. He yells, his voice muffled by the tape, but

it's not hard to understand what he's saying.

DANIEL:

So much for no one being home.

Julien goes to a bookcase and finds the safe.

JULIEN:

At least they got this right.

He removes his tools and goes to work. Sami stares at Zammito

with vague recognition, then turns to the others.

SAMI:

We've got to be careful not to use our

real names while we're in here.

DANIEL:

Good idea.

SAMI:

I'll be Elvis and you--

MARCEL:

(overlapping)

-- I want to be Elvis.

SAMI:

It's my idea.

MARCEL:

(whining)

C'mon, I look more like Elvis than you

do.

SAMI:

Okay. You can be Elvis.

Marcel smiles happily.

SAMI:

And the rest of us are... John, Paul,

George and Ringo.

Marcel sees an autographed baseball on the book shelf.

MARCEL:

Hey, Barry Bonds. The home run king.

Marcel tosses the ball into the black canvas bag. Daniel stares

at him.

MARCEL:

It's for my nephew.

INT. HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET -- NIGHT

A surveillance operation. Two FBI agents sit near the window. A

small card table is littered with coffee cups. SPECIAL AGENT

AGENT HADLEY, 40's, a hardened field agent, picks up a pair of

binoculars and looks out the window.

HIS POV - THROUGH THE BINOCULARS: of Zammito tied to the chair

and surrounded by the others.

AGENT HADLEY:

Looks like Zammito's being robbed.

FBI AGENT:

Should I call C.P.D.?

AGENT HADLEY:

Yeah, but tell them not to move until

these morons come out of the house.

INT. ZAMMITO'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

BLACK SCREEN. From inside the safe we see Julien open the door.

Daniel and Julien look inside. There are a several stacks of cash,

envelopes and a small cardboard box. Julien starts removing

everything and puts it into the bag canvas bag.

JULIEN:

Where are the jewels? There aren't any

jewels.

Marcel looks as surprised as they are.

MARCEL:

There has to be.

JULIEN:

I'm telling you I've pulled out everything

in the safe. There aren't any jewels.

MARCEL:

There must be half a million dollars

here though.

DANIEL:

Marcel, we came here for jewels, remember?

Sami moves closer to Zammito, studying his face. He moves over to

the dresser where there are several photographs of Zammito with

various famous people. Next to the photographs is a plaque that

reads:
TO FRANCIS ZAMMITO...

We can see the color drain from Sami's face. He glances over at

Zammito whose eyes are locked on his. Sami grabs Daniel and Marcel

and pulls them aside.

SAMI:

(babbling nervously)

We have a problem. Problem isn't the

right word. Dilemma. No that really

doesn't describe --

(flatly)

Do you know who that is?

MARCEL:

Mr. Taylor?

SAMI:

No, that's not Mr. Taylor.

DANIEL:

(sensing something

bad is coming)

It's not?

SAMI:

That's Frankie Zammito. The Under boss

of the Chicago Mafia.

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