Killing Zoe Page #13

Then he looks at Zoey.

ERIC:

[What are you looking at you f***ing

whore?]

She doesn't want to say a thing that'll upset him.

ERIC:

[Are you afraid I'll tell these people

that this is only a day job for you?]

She shakes her head "no".

ERIC:

[What? So they know that you're a--]

The sub lobby assistant speaks up.

SUB LOBBY ASSISTANT

[Leave her alone.]

Eric cracks the butt of his gun into the man's face.

ERIC:

[Shut up!]

He clicks another clip into the Uzi and grabs Zoey by the

collar and lifts her to her feet.

ERIC:

[My only mistake was not to make an

example of a woman to begin with.]

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - CALIBER VAULT - DAY

Zed takes the dolly and starts wheeling the platen of gold

out. Oliver helps him.

OLIVER:

This is unbelievable. Look at all of

this. It's wonderful to touch.

ZED:

Just help me steer this out.

They maneuver out of the Calibre vault.

INT. BANK - STORAGE/ELEVATOR AREA - DAY

They come out of the Calibre vault with the huge platen.

OLIVER:

Do you think we should get some cash

also?

ZED:

What for?

OLIVER:

Well, you never know.

They start maneuvering the platen toward an elevator.

ZED:

Money is too easily traceable. You'd

never be able to spend it. And forget

about exchanging it.

OLIVER:

That's true.

ZED:

No sir. Your best bet is to get these

bars melted down in Tunisia or Korea.

OLIVER:

Eric knows someone in Portugal.

ZED:

Or Portugal.

They get into the banks private freight elevator.

INT. BANK - FREIGHT ELEVATOR - DAY

Zed closes the door and pushes the button to go up to the

ground floor.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Eric is dragging Zoey by the hair toward the door when she

grabs his groin and starts squeezing.

Eric lets out a shrill scream and whacks the butt of the Uzi

into her face.

But she won't let go. Her years as a prostitute have taught

her to ignore pain.

She grabs hold of the gun hand.

ERIC:

(groaning)

[You f***ing b*tch!]

A few bursts of the Uzi go off and one shell stitches Eric's

foot red.

Eric lets go and falls to the ground.

Claude, Jean, and Francois suddenly become attentive to

what's going on.

Zoey starts firing the Uzi but can't control it. She showers

the room with bullets. She starts to run toward the back

office blindly firing the gun in the direction of Claude,

Eric, Francois, Jean, and the other hostages.

Then, a tear gas cannister break through the top windows and

start clouding the place up.

Eric whips out his switch blade and hops on his bloody red

foot.

ERIC:

[B*tch!]

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - FREIGHT ELEVATOR - DAY

Zed is waiting for the elevator to arrive.

ZED:

Do we have a covering of some kind?

OLIVER:

A what?

ZED:

You know. Something to cover this with.

It'll look kind of conspicuous leaving

the bank with a platten of gold.

OLIVER:

Oh, it won't matter. The police know

what we're up too.

ZED:

Police?! What do you mean they know what

we're up too?

OLIVER:

You don't know? We've been discovered.

But Eric has them under control.

Zed is frantic.

ZED:

No I didn't know! How many police?

OLIVER:

The building is surrounded.

The elevator doors open onto the ground floor to the sound of

automatic gunfire. Zed walks out into the back office.

INT. BANK - BACK OFFICE - DAY

Suddenly, from the back office, Zed sees Zoey blasting away

an Uzi and running toward the rear stairwell. Eric is in the

lobby limping around. The other gang members are ducking

from her fire.

Then, her clip runs out.

She sees Zed, their eyes lock. An IMAGE overcomes Zed. She

runs down the stairs to the back.

ERIC:

Kill her! Kill her!

Oliver aims his gun to fire and Zed pushes it up. Oliver's

gun discharges into the ceiling. Oliver and Zed begin to

struggle.

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Zed and Oliver collapse out of the back office and into the

lobby. They tumble onto the floor. Eric hobbles over to

them, his gun aimed at Zed.

ERIC:

What the f*** are you doing!?

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - RESERVE VAULT AREA - DAY

Zoe is near tears. She drops the empty machine gun to the

floor and starts walking toward the sub lobby.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Eric leans down to talk to Zed. Oliver and Jean are

watching. Francois and Claude are more worried about the

tear gas.

CLAUDE:

[They're trying to smoke us out Eric!]

FRANCOIS:

[What do we do!?]

Eric waves them off with a brush of his hand. He's

concentrating on Zed.

ERIC:

Do you really love your b*tch whore

girlfriend that much? She's really

f***ed with your mind.

ZED:

Eric...what are you talking about?

Eric lifts him to his feet and holds him up against the

knife. He turns him toward the smoke and whispers into his

ear.

ERIC:

Look at it. It's all for us. The smoke.

The attention. They have no idea of who

they're dealing with. They have no idea

what kind of men we are.

ZED:

(thinking Eric is a madman)

What kind of men are we?

Eric looks at him and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek.

ERIC:

You can no longer be in our club. You

forfeit your cut of the pie.

Zed laughs, there's not gonna be much of a pie to eat.

ZED:

What about our friendship?

ERIC:

Sh*t Zed. I haven't seen you in years.

You hardly know me.

He slashes Zed across the face with the switchblade. Zed

falls backwards and tumbles down the stairs like a rag doll.

ERIC:

Never let a girl come between two men.

He walks down the hall toward the gold.

ERIC:

Now let's try to get out of here.

Eric walks into the back office. The others look at each

other.

Suddenly a black figure runs across the bank behind the

shadows, Francois sees it and nervously fires.

In the background the distinctive sound of European police

sirens wail as more cars pull up to the outside of the bank.

Also, an UNINTELLIGIBLE VOICE is blaring orders over a

bullhorn.

FRANCOIS:

[The police! They're entering the

building!]

Suddenly all of them start firing like blindly into the

smoke.

Francois runs back to Eric who has walked up to the elevator

via the back office.

INT. BANK - FREIGHT ELEVATOR - DAY

Eric caresses his hand across the bars of gold.

ERIC:

(to himself)

[Smoother and more giving than the most

selfless human being. You're beautiful.]

Francois runs in.

FRANCOIS:

[Eric!]

ERIC:

[Jesus, what now?]

FRANCOIS:

[The police are coming in! We're

doomed!]

ERIC:

[Get a hostage.]

FRANCOIS:

(frantic)

[They don't give a f*** about the

hostages!]

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Jean becomes a berzerker and runs out into a cloud of smoke

and throws the tear gas container into the thick cloud.

Then he turns to the police and holds his own gun to his

head.

JEAN:

[Don't make me!]

A single bullet passes through his torso. As Jean falls to

the ground he lets loose a round of gunfire into the ceiling.

Oliver is still firing, his face is red like a crazed man.

From behind the counter the sub lobby assistant grabs a hold

of Claude and wrestles him to the ground.

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