Killing Zoe Page #12

Eric slaps him across the face.

ERIC:

[What are you doing Claude? Talking of

all this false doubt. What do you think

we're going to do?]

Claude is hurt, not physically but emotionally.

CLAUDE:

[I don't know...not the original plan.]

ERIC:

[Obviously, since Ricardo f***ed us up

and didn't kill the concierge fast

enough. And killing all these a**holes--

]

(motioning to all the

customers)

[--isn't going to do us a damn bit of

good now, is it?]

CLAUDE:

No.

ERIC:

[No. Because we'll need them as hostages

when we get on the plane.]

CLAUDE:

[We're going on a plane?]

Eric pats his shoulder.

ERIC:

[Claude, you are a mental giant. Leave

the plans up to me and just kill people

if they get out of line, okay?]

CLAUDE:

[Okay.]

Eric turns and starts to walk toward the downstairs.

ERIC:

[I'm going to see how things are going.]

INT. BANK - REAR STAIRS TO LOBBY - DAY

Eric is whistling while he walks, he pauses to perform a

quick magic trick, then he continues.

INT. RESERVE VAULT AREA - DAY

Eric walks into the reserve vault area.

He stops. He hears something. A scratching sound.

He looks at it's source, TWO POLICEMEN, decked out in black

flak jackets and gas masks are starting to come out of a

sewer manhole.

Eric's eyes widen. He takes his silencer out of his coat and

fixes it to his handgun. Then, like a man with intent to

kill, he rapidly approaches them.

The one who came out of the manhole turns just in time to see

Eric fire into his chest. Then, Eric aims the gun into the

tight crawlspace and fires into the other man. For safe

measure he empties his gun into the tiny causeway.

He drops the gun into the hole and then shoves the other

policeman into it. He then pushes a large utility wagon over

the manhole cover to stop anyone else from coming in.

INT. BANK - REAR STAIRS TO LOBBY - DAY

Eric comes running out from the reserve vault area and up the

stairs to the lobby.

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Eric rushes into the lobby.

ERIC:

[They want to f*** with me!? They want

to f*** with me!?]

He puts the phone on the hook.

It instantly rings.

He answers the phone.

ERIC:

[You want to f*** with me!? I'll show

you what happens to people who f*** with

me!]

He throws the phone to the ground and looks at Zoey.

ERIC:

[The moment of truth my love. You knew

it would come.]

He grabs Zoey and lifts her to her feet.

ZOEY:

(screeching)

No!

Then, the assistant manager stops him.

ASSISTANT MANAGER

[No! What ever it is you're going to do

have mercy!]

Eric suddenly calms down.

ERIC:

[Have mercy?]

ASSISTANT MANAGER

[Yes.]

ERIC:

[With her.]

ASSISTANT MANAGER

[Yes.]

ERIC:

[That's sweet.]

(to Zoey)

[You have quite a reach my lovely. Is he

one of your clients?]

He pushes Zoey to the ground.

ERIC:

[It's a deal.]

ASSISTANT MANAGER

[Thank you.]

ERIC:

[Don't mention it.]

He grabs the assistant manager and at gunpoint forces him to

the main entrance.

CLAUDE:

[Eric! What are you doing?]

ERIC:

[Clearing up the "how full of sh*t am I"

question the cops are asking themselves

right now.]

The assistant manager is putting up a bit of a struggle but

Eric simply forces him along.

Everyone waits until suddenly they hear a burst of gunfire

from outside. They all scream.

Eric walks back into the bank, he picks up the phone.

ERIC:

(into phone)

[Hello.]

(pause)

[Yes. I'll hold.]

(then to Claude)

[I'm holding.]

After a little bit of a wait someone comes on the other end

of the line.

ERIC:

(into phone)

[Hello.]

(pause)

[You don't know the f***ing half of it.

So just shut the f*** up and listen. Try

any more stunts and I'll f***ing really

go crazy.]

(pause)

[Well that's good because if you f*ggot

cops even think of it I'll kill some more

people. Hear?]

(pause)

[No. None of that. We won't trade.

That never works. Not in the movies, not

in real life. Understand? We're going

to get into our van, with a couple of

people, go to the airport, and fly out of

this sh*t hole city. And you're not

going to follow us.]

(pause)

[Who do you f***ing think is going to

supply the plane? Us? No, you f***ing

imbecile, the French taxpayers would be a

good second guess for you. You're really

pissing me off. You think I'm a f***ing

amature?]

He covers the mouth piece.

ERIC:

(to Claude)

[I f***ing hate cops.]

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - CALIBER VAULT - DAY

Zed is sweating as he works away at the back of the door. He

glances over what he's done and makes a calculation on a

calculator.

Then, there is a groaning sound.

Zed, terrified, spins around.

Another groaning sound. The vault security guard isn't dead.

His body is charred and he's not moving but he's very much

alive.

VAULT GUARD #1

[I'm going to die...]

Zed can't believe what he's seeing.

He moves over to the body, leaving his work behind.

VAULT GUARD #1

[I'm going to die...please hold

my...hand. I don't...want to

die...alone.]

Zed hovers over the body, afraid to touch it. He gives it a

nudge with his foot.

The body groans and then exhales the longest exhale ever.

Zed kneels down next to the body.

ZED:

Are you still there?

Nothing.

Zed puts his hand to the neck of the vault guard #1 and

checks for a pulse.

Nothing.

Zed sits there for a moment looking at the corpse, then, like

he wants to get out of there as soon as possible, he

scrambles to the door and starts adjusting several switches.

He has wired a battery to two leads. He takes out a wire

cutter and snips a wire.

There is a sudden barrage of whirring and clicking sounds as

the vault unlocks.

Zed calls to Oliver from the passage.

INT. BANK - STORAGE/ELEVATOR AREA - DAY

Oliver is staring at the dead bodies of the manager and sub

lobby teller.

ZED(O.S.)

(distant, calling from the

vault)

Oliver, now! Open the vault!

Oliver turns the large wheel and opens the Caliber vault

door.

With some amount of energy the door opens. Standing inside

is Zed.

ZED:

Open seasame.

He steps out of the vault.

ZED:

Do you want to give me a hand?

OLIVER:

Sure.

Oliver puts his gun down and they go into the Calibre vault.

INT. BANK - CALIBER VAULT - DAY

Oliver sees the huge platen of gold bricks. Zed puts his

steel briefcase on top of it.

OLIVER:

Holy mother.

ZED:

Here, help me with this.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Eric slams the phone down and then in a fit of rage tears the

phone from the wall.

ERIC:

Merde!

He grabs his machine gun and aims it at the sub lobby guard

#2.

The sub lobby guard #2 braces himself for gunfire.

Eric fires into him. He is dead instantly.

Everybody screams.

Eric fires into his dead corpse until his gun runs out of

bullets.

ERIC:

[That's what you get!]

Claude puts his hand on Eric's shoulder.

CLAUDE:

Eric.

Eric looks at him.

ERIC:

[The f***ing police won't budge. I kill

a man and they don't care. They say they

don't make deals with terrorists. It

really fucks up my plan.]

CLAUDE:

[And what if we gave up?]

Eric can't believe this.

ERIC:

(laughing)

[Claude, look around you. We're not

talking prison here. You know. The cops

will give in. You start killing

women...they give in. They're all so

f***ing much in love with women!]

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