Gone in Sixty Seconds Page #5

Jars and bottles and cakes of glues, resins, stains and bleaches

cram a shelf unit ... There's a MAN here, at a band saw. This is

RAYMOND CALITRI, 59 ...

He wears an apron, protective glasses and a lopsided sneer. A

Richard Widmark motherf***er - with the diamond hard look of a

cobra. The liegelord of downtown...

And now he works the a hand saw, making critical cross-cuts on a

wide panel of maple ... Atley Jackson is here as well ... As noisy

as it is out in the yard, in here, once the door is closed, it's

as SILENT-as a tomb...

A BANK OF MONITORS on one wall show the cars being crushed and

disassembled in the yard. Memphis is led into the room.

Calitri nods and Dog-face leaves the room... Calitri smiles ...

Examines his fresh cut...

CALITRI:

Randall Raines ... It's been a long time ...

(looks at his clothes;)

frowns)

'though I do I recall you as a man

with style. You remember your old

friend, Atley -- ?

MEMPHIS:

How ya doing?

ATLEY JACKSON:

Good to see you, Memphis --

CALITRI:

So. What do we owe the honor -- ?

MEMPHIS:

It's about my brother ... Kip...

CALITRI:

Yes ... Kip ...

He says the name like other men say "cancer." The phone on

his desk BLINKS. Calitri picks it up. Listens. Looks at

one of the monitors. Where the Mexican man is talking to

several Calitri EMPLOYEES. Calitri hangs up...

CALITRI:

Excuse me one moment, Randall ...

And he picks up a MORTISE CHISEL on his way out. Palming it ...

INT. GARAGE - THE MEXICAN MAN

is sobbing. As Raymond Calitri marches toward him, glancing at the

bloodied windshield.

CALITRI:

You bring this to me in this

condition? Blood and guts all

over it? You make me complicit?

On my property? Who taught you

how to think? And worst of all:

weren't there supposed to be two

Hondas?

THIEF:

Please ...

And Calitri, rapid-fire, PUNCTURES the man's belly and chest and

legs with the chisel, old-school prison-shiv style ... Until the

man is on the floor, howling ...

CALITRI:

Stupid sonuvabitch...

INT. CALITRI'S WORKSHOP

Memphis can-see this from one of the monitors. He looks at

Atley...

ATLEY JACKSON:

Car-jacker. Neglected to clean up after

himself ...

MEMPHIS:

Jesus ...

ATLEY JACKSON:

The business has changed...

Calitri is back, wiping the sweat from his brow with a rag.

CALITRI:

Now. Where were we? Oh, yes. Kip.

MEMPHIS:

I don't want him hurt...

Calitri looks at him, then waves a hand around the shop...

CALITRI:

I'm proud of this work. The bird

feeder. The wagon wheel planter.

The dollhouse. The drop-leaf movable

server...

He gestures to each item - exquisitely-rendered woodwork. Then

gestures to the yard...

CALITRI (cont'd)

Metal. Steel. It's cold. Ugly. Wood

is warm. Clean. Provided by nature.

To see a piece of furniture take shape.

It's like watching a child grow ...

Memphis glances to Atley... Atley shrugs ...

MEMPHIS:

I'm sure you're working your way to

the point. I'll wait right here ...

Calitri blinks. Smiles. Nods...

CALITRI:

My point. Yes. Simple, really. I require

the best. I insist on the best. I only

engage the best. Your brother. His

friends. They came to me. They wanted my

paper. He was your brother. You were the

best. Now. They've brought so much

goddamn heat down, I may not be able to

fill this order. Which would be very bad

for me. Which in turn, is very bad for

them...

MEMPHIS:

I could kill you. That occurred to me.

When I first heard about this. That I

would kill you ...

CALITRI:

Grow up. You don't kill people like me.

People like me die in their sleep at

87 ... Do you know why? Because if

you did kill me, and everyone knew it

was you - for the next ten years they'd

be finding pieces of those you love

scattered all over California ...

Memphis nods, notes a PISTOL, resting on a shelf nearby.

CALITRI (cont'd)

No, no. You don't kill me, because

you can't. You don't take your brother

and run, because we'd find him. You

don't go to the-police, because we have

friends there, too. You do nothing:

except deal with me.

Memphis eyes him...

MEMPHIS:

I can come up with the front money.

Pay you back...

CALITRI:

Were it only that easy. I have

obligations. The order needs to be

filled...

Calitri takes a manila ENVELOPE from his desk... Hands it to

Memphis, who takes out the SINGLE SHEET OF PAPER inside.

CALITRI (cont'd)

On that list, you'll find fifty cars.

Fifty. Five-zero. They range in

age from the 1956 Ford Thunderbird

to the 1999 Toyota Camry; and in

expense from the 1993 Volkswagen

Jetta to the 1988 Lamborghini

Countach. Fifty cars. Five-zero.

Memphis scans the list ... Looks up at Calitri ...

CALITRI (cont'd)

There is a container ship in Long

Beach Harbor. Pier 14. Ready to be

loaded with 4-car-per shipping

containers, false-walled and

customsprofiled as motor oil

designated. The ship leaves in four

days for South America and the

men who've tendered me this contract ...

MEMPHIS:

They gave you only four days?

CALITRI:

They gave me two weeks. I wasted most of it

with your brother and his crew, who not

only lost what pitiful few they managed

to boost, but also alerted the heat as to our

endeavor, making this even more difficult

to achieve ...

Memphis scans the list ...

CALITRI (cont'd)

Four days. 50 cars. I'm paying 200

thousand dollars ...

Now Memphis looks up...

MEMPHIS:

I'm not interested --

CALITRI:

I knew you'd say that.

MEMPHIS:

I'm just here about my brother.

CALITRI:

I knew you'd say that, too --

Calitri smiles ... Memphis 'looks at him... At Atley Realizing

the trap ...

MEMPHIS:

Sound it out for me.

CALITRI:

Your brother has four days. Fifty

cars. Five-zero. For that he gets

200 large ...

MEMPHIS:

And if he doesn't make it -- ?

Calitri goes to one corner of the shop... Takes a tarp off

of a full couch MAHOGANY CASKET...

CALITRI:

I made this, too. My first one.

Brass extension handles, not plated.

The coverings are silk, not rayon.

Expensive hardwood. And lined with

spray green Lorraine crepe ...

Memphis waits, knowing where this is going --

CALITRI (cont'd)

Yes, yes. I made it for young Kip. In

case he fails. At 8:00 Friday morning,

if that ship sets off without my

fifty ... Kip will take up permanent

residence in this box ...

Calitri WALL SWITCH and the a corrugated steel SLIDING DOOR is

RAISED, revealing a LOADING DOCK facing the back of the yard... Two

MEN are working out there... DIGGER AND BUTZ scuzzy dudes, mid-30s

and dressed in dirty coveralls ...

CALITRI (cont'd)

Come here for a second, boys --

And they come over --

DIGGER:

Evenin', Mr. C. --

CALITRI:

Digger, Butz:
let me introduce

you to Randall Raines. Used to

head up the dandiest ring in

Southern Cal. Left us

for parts unknown. Randall, this

is Digger. And that's Butz -

DIGGER:

Hi, Randall --

Memphis says nothing. Calitri grins ... Nods to Digger an Butz,

who go back to work...

CALITRI:

Digger and Butz will be in charge of burial.

They're good boys ...

Memphis' look is cold and furious ... Plaintive:

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